#that song lives in my head rent free and sometimes I just hope around the house singing it đ
THE WAY HE SAYS PIZZA MAN IM CRYINGNXJDBDJDBDND
AHJDFKFL RIGHT?? Itâs one of the cutest things heâs ever done like he says it so silly and so confidently and to make matters even funnier THERE IS NOTHING IN THAT BOX he ate the whole pizza on the way over đâ€ïž
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who's your bias? | kth
Everyone says idols shouldnât date their fans. Little did you know the crazy sasaengs aren't the ones who might ruin your relationship. It might just be your boyfriend's best friends.
» pairing: idol!taehyung x music producer girlfriend!reader
» genre: BTS | 18+ | idol au | established relationship | fluffy smut | lil bit of angst | an attempt at army-specific humor
» wc/date: 12.6k | January 2023
» warnings: canon divergent (i'm just making shit up y'all, as usual) | jealousy | relationship insecurity | reader might seem annoying at first but i swear it gets cute very quickly | tae enjoys using terms of endearment | soft!dom tae | finger sucking | thigh riding | tae's got a Big Dick, but what else is new? | blowjob | fingering | unprotected vaginal sex | overstimulation | a breeding kink is ~hinted at~ | cunnilingus | yoonmin4ever
» notes: this was entirely self-indulgent đ i hope my taehyung whores enjoy my first idol au oneshot. also i wrote 80% of this while i was high and with no beta so if it's bad, now you know why
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» what was jai listening to? impatient - jeremih ft. ty dolla $ign
âY/N, stop it right now.âÂ
Your boyfriend breathes the command faster than you can even open your mouth to greet him. With a roll of your eyes, you put your phone on speaker and sit it on the floor beside you. Rummaging through the cardboard boxes littering your apartment is easier done with both hands.Â
âWhy hello, Taehyung. What a pleasure to hear from you.â
âAre you seriously mad at me right now?â From the whine in his voice youâre positive heâs wearing a deep pout, bottom lip jutting out as far as it can. You love kissing his pouts away.Â
But not this time! And not just because youâre on opposite sides of the world.Â
âShouldnât you be asleep? Itâs so late there and Iâm sure youâre very tired from displaying your dick to all of America for three hours.âÂ
The cardboard box in front of you has âBEDROOMâ scribbled in your fatherâs handwriting on the side in thick, black Sharpie. Itâs full of little trinkets and random decor. A Shooky plushie is crammed into the corner in between a cracked Army bomb and a small framed photo of you with your parents. You smile to yourself despite your boyfriendâs huffing over the phone. Your father had given you a strange look as he helped you pack the items as if to ask, Really? Do you really need these?Â
Just because youâre dating a member of BTS now doesnât mean you canât cherish your old BTS merch! Itâs not weird, in your opinion. It would only be weird if you made it weird. And you werenât making it weird.Â
âI did not display my dick!âÂ
You roll your eyes for probably the fifth time while you ponder where to put Shooky. You'd kept it on your dresser in your old home in the States. Something tells you Taehyung wonât appreciate the lack of a Tata beside it.Â
âYou were thrusting and throwing it around! And pointing at it while doing it, too!âÂ
âY/N!âÂ
âDonât Y/N me! I have my TikTok evidence!âÂ
With your cracked Army bomb in hand, you open the app in question, scrolling through your favorited videos until you get to the one. The one uploaded only a day before. The one youâd texted to Taehyung which prompted his immediate phone call.Â
âAnd what does the caption say?â you ask but then cut Taehyung off before he can answer the question. âIt says, and I quote, âI will never forget Taehyung doing this. I looped this for hours. Kim Taehyung lives in my head rent-free.â Hashtag Taehyung. Hashtag HipsDonâtLie. With the woozy face emoji. And do we need to discuss the music choice?âÂ
âY/N, can you please-âÂ
âSlut Me Out,â you deadpan in a monotone voice. âThat is the song they chose for you.â
The other end is silent for so long you start to feel bad. Every time your jealousy spikes, you seem to act on impulse rather than thinking through how you might make Taehyung feel. Yes, he sometimes plays his part in the group a little too well, but you also knew that this was his job. Itâs his job to make people get excited - excited for the music, the group, and himself as an idol.Â
Still, your opinion is the most important to him, and you know that.Â
âJagiyaâŠâ Taehyung sniffles and you feel your heart shatter.Â
Fuck, you really are a bitch, arenât you?Â
âTae, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âNo, Iâm sorry. I just⊠I donât know, I didnât really think anything of it. Itâs just an act, yâknow?âÂ
You did know. Away from the stage and the cameras, Taehyung is quiet, almost shy. Heâs happy to be a silent observer of whatever chaos his members create. He gifts everyone with puffy cheeks and boxy grins, sometimes a boisterous laugh that manages to make your heart soar every time. But the soft-spoken soul you listen to old school R&B with while you smoke strawberry swisher blunts on the balcony late into the night, and convince that yes, the apartment is soundly built and no, the balcony will not randomly fall out beneath you⊠That person is different from the person you see wearing a resting bitch face in interviews or the person who chews away at imaginary gum during concerts.Â
You find all versions of Taehyung endearing, although the fake gum chewing is kind of embarrassing if you wanted to be perfectly honest.Â
âI know, Tae. Iâm sorry Iâm being judgmental for no reason,â you insist and you hope he believes you. Complaints about his idol status typically resulted in red eyes and sniffles, yet sometimes you couldnât stop yourself from pushing his pressure points despite his sensitivity. Â
Your apology puts Taehyung in a better mood because his following comment is cheekier than you expect.Â
âYou get jealous a lot, jagi.â His smug tone is close to bringing back your irritation.Â
âI am not jealous of some fans in a stadium, thanks.âÂ
âGood,â he says more cheerfully. ââCause I only have sights for you.âÂ
That makes you laugh and you feel your earlier heaviness disappear. âYou mean, you only have eyes for me?âÂ
âIsnât that what I said?âÂ
You shake your head as if Taehyung can see you. A few photo strips are beneath Shooky in the cardboard box. You silently curse your father (respectfully and endearingly) for casually placing something so fragile in the bottom of a box. The photos are of you and Taehyung in a photo booth at a birthday party for an idol you didnât know. An actor, you think. You thumb at one of the corners of the photo strip that has curled inward. Taehyungâs hair was straight then, and short, falling just above his ears. You much prefer the thick waves he wears now.Â
âYouâre so cute.âÂ
âOnly for you.âÂ
âOh shut up, now youâre being corny.âÂ
Youâre not sure why, but you try to suppress the smile Taehyungâs light flirting coaxes out of you, even though he canât see you. Accepting his teasing affection has always been hard for you. All the boys are too caring; it makes you uncomfortable, but not in a bad way. Youâre just not used to men acting like that. Theyâre all very different from the men youâve been around growing up. Thereâs a reason Taehyung canât listen to you talk about your ex-boyfriends without getting pissed.Â
âMmm, maybe. Iâm also sleepy,â Taehyung slurs. His voice is so soft you almost canât hear him, so you lift your phone to your ear rather than use the speaker setting. The smoothness feels like a lullaby gentle enough to carry you to sleep, even though itâs still daylight in Seoul.Â
âGoodnight, Kim.â You decide for him, knowing he would stay on the phone if you let him.Â
Confirming your thoughts, Taehyung grumbles when he speaks next. âI love you, jagi.âÂ
âI love you, too.â People always talk about the âhoneymoon phaseâ when the butterflies disappear and couples no longer feel the exciting draw toward each other anymore. Itâs been less than a year since you started dating Taehyung, but youâre confident that your heart will always flutter when you hear those three words so confidently spoken. Taehyung had been the first to say it; something about that makes you even more sure of your relationship.Â
âCanât wait to see you soon so I can slut you out.âÂ
â... please go to bed and never say that ever again.âÂ
In the distance, you hear someone start yelling. The noise is accompanied by a rather aggressive ruffling sound, as though Taehyungâs phone is being rubbed against fabric.Â
âAre you two having phone sex?â The second voice accuses, this time sounding much clearer.Â
âHyung, leave me alone,â Taehyung whines. âY/N, tell him to go away.âÂ
You let out a long sigh, but the grin finally cuts through the hardened expression you try to maintain. âGoodnight, Jimin.âÂ
It sounds like the two boys start physically fighting each other before Taehyung lets out a breathy, âGoodnight, baby,â accompanied by Jimin screeching something you canât understand before the call ends.Â
With a shake of your head, you leave your phone on the floor and get up to position Shooky and your Army bomb on your dresser. Youâll figure out what to do with it later, you decide.
Later ends up being three more days of you giving a half-assed attempt to sort through the boxes. Your bedroom is mostly organized by the end of the week with only one more box remaining, shoved into the corner of the room. Itâs a bunch of family keepsakes that will make you cry if you start looking at them.Â
Right now you want to make a beeline to the kitchen.Â
Itâs hard not to trip over all the boxes that litter your apartment, most of them already torn open and half-empty. The kitchen hasnât been fully unpacked, either, so you opt for instant ramen in the microwave rather than dig for utensils to cook a proper meal. Itâs pretty bad. You and Taehyung are a terrible match; you both have no idea how to cook. Thereâs no point in all the fancy kitchenware your parents bought you. Youâll never master any of it. Itâs not because you donât put in any effort, like Taehyung. Youâre genuinely shit at cooking.Â
And baking? Thatâs even worse.Â
You stand in the middle of your living room while you shovel ramen in your mouth. Itâs too hot, so you inhale loudly through your teeth to cool the food off before it scorches your throat. Thereâs so much you need to do, and itâs making you nauseous thinking about it. Somewhere in the mix of boxes are your Hangeul textbooks that you should be studying in your free time instead of playing video games and video chatting with your friends. Itâs only been a week and a half, but you already feel lonely without the constant presence of your friends and family. The boys have been on tour the entire time. Namjoon decided you moving to Seoul while theyâre on tour would make your arrival less suspicious, and everyone would be more focused on the tour than whatever an unknown American music producer is doing.Â
In your opinion, Namjoon was overthinking the whole thing as he is wont to do. But you let him be bossy because you know his heart is in the right place. Itâs not like the public knows youâre dating Taehyung. There hasnât been any press or rumors about you at all. Youâre genuinely unknown.
You prefer it that way.Â
Your fork scrapes the bottom of the bowl and you realize youâve scarfed down the ramen without much thought. You suppose itâs easier to do that when you arenât using chopsticks. (Youâve managed to master them, for the most part, but you prefer to fall back on forks when youâre alone at home.)Â
You place the bowl on top of the large cardboard box in front of the couch. It has the pieces for your coffee table inside, but you havenât had the energy to put it together yet. The part of you that allows your feminism to leave your body whenever the boys are around is kind of hoping you can get one of them to build it for you. Maybe Yoongi. Heâs into that kind of stuff.Â
With a sigh, you flop onto the couch and slip your phone out of your back pocket. A few Whatsapp and KakaoTalk notifications light up the screen. You used to be terrible at responding to texts, but moving halfway across the world has made you a better texter. Itâs a way to fill the loneliness.Â
[Alex] hey bitch
[Alex] this 15 hour time difference sucks ass
[You] Iâm sorryÂ
[Alex] its fine. iâll forgive you for chasing money and dick
[You] Iâm not chasing dick omg
[Alex] dont lie
[Alex] whats that tiffany pollard meme
[You] Stop
[Alex] i know his dick is big. i know it! i know itâs big!
[You] I hate you
[Alex] you didnt deny it. anywayyy did you see this?Â
As much as you adore Alex, sheâs an expert at getting under your skin. You remind yourself that itâs all harmless as you click on the link she texts you.Â
BTS' V woos fans with his casual rockstar visuals on his return from world tour
Kim Taehyung, also known professionally as V of BTS, was spotted at John F. Kennedy International Airport on Friday. The singer is reportedly returning early to South Korea ahead of his band members after completing the final performance of their⊠ Â
You donât know why you read the shitty k-pop tabloids. You figure itâs the same reason why people make a hobby out of watching bad movies. Thereâs a weird itch in the back of your brain that canât be scratched unless you open the link Alex texts youâ teasingly, of course, because she thinks sheâs being funny. Your friends donât understand the nauseous feeling you get when you scroll through the article and accidentally click on a link that takes you to an external website flaunting doctored photos of your boyfriend with Jennie Kim.Â
BTSâ V and BLACKPINKâs Jennie Spend Romantic Weekend in ParisÂ
You know itâs a lie because the weekend in question was the same weekend Taehyung flew you to Seoul to do a final walkthrough of your apartment before you signed off on it. Taehyung spent every second of that weekend by your side.Â
The article makes you sick anyway.Â
Youâre so caught up in trying to craft a text to Alex to explain why she needs to leave you the fuck alone that you donât hear the sound of your apartmentâs front door open over the music youâre listening to.Â
âIâm gone for a few months and I come home to you listening to some other band?âÂ
âHoly shit, Tae, you canât do that to me,â you yelp when Taehyung leans over the back of the couch to hover over your shoulder.Â
âExplain yourself.â His voice is warm honey and milk even when his strong eyebrows point downward in mock disappointment. The expression is almost convincing, his naturally sharp features making conjuring up a dark appearance easier.Â
âYou canât tell me Stray Kidsâ new album isnât good.âÂ
âJagiya, I just got home,â Taehyung whines. âKiss me and stop thirsting over Australian boys.âÂ
He touches your chin to tip your head backward. You lean your head against the back of the couch and look up at him. The position makes you think of the iconic Spiderman kiss, seeing Taehyungâs face upside down above yours.Â
âYâknow, I worked on a few of their songs. Before I met you.âÂ
The confession is meant to tease him for making fun of your music choice. Of course, wordsâ impact often diverges from intent. Itâs in the twist of his face and the way he pulls back slightly just before his lips brush against yours that you know youâve made him jealous.Â
âOh did you?â His hair hangs around his face as he leans over you.
âMhm, Bang Chanâs accent is really cuââÂ
You shouldnât be shocked when strong hands squeeze your waist and Taehyung hauls you off the couch to stand in front of him. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you tightly against his chest.Â
âYou didnât work with any other groups before us, okay?âÂ
You purse your lips to hold in the laughter that threatens to explode from your chest. All you can do is nod in agreement. It reminds you of girls getting upset when they remember their boyfriends dated other people before them.Â
âGood.âÂ
Taehyung dips his head down to connect his lips with yours. The closeness of his body forces you to inhale his cologne and feel goosebumps travel down your arms. Itâs been months since youâve so much as held Taehyungâs hand and you feel like youâve been starved. Your body trembles so severely that you dig your nails into his biceps to hold yourself upright. You moan into his mouth, already open and ready for you because Taehyung is nothing but giving.Â
The kiss isnât bruising, not yet. Itâs slow and deep. Taehyung takes his time reminding himself of your taste. You grip the nape of his neck to pull him down as you meet him by standing on your tiptoes. His height has always been one of your favorite aspects of his physical appearance. Dark, watchful eyes that pierce into your soul might be at the top of the list.Â
His tongue swirls around yours, only retreating to suck your bottom lip into his mouth. His teeth graze along the plump skin, each nibble making you dizzy in the head. You normally hate wet kisses, but thereâs something satisfying about seeing Taehyungâs lips pink and shiny with your spit when he finally pulls away. Pride thrums in your chest; you did that. You made his tan skin flush pink. You made his eyes dark and sharp. You made his breathing ragged and desperate.Â
And, fuck, does it feel good.Â
You run your fingers along his sharp jawline and watch the muscles flex beneath his taunt skin. âDonât clench your jaw like that. Itâs not good for you,â you muse, allowing your fingers to skim over his Adamâs apple.Â
âIâm trying to stay calm.âÂ
Your eyebrows fly up with concern. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âWanna bend you over the couch and fuck you until you canât walk,â Taehyung says with such a gentle tone that the stark difference between what he says and how he says it has your body trembling once again.Â
You inhale sharply and let your hand fall from his throat. Instead, you reach for the lapels of his leather jacket and squeeze them.Â
âWhy donât you?âÂ
You canât look at him when you ask. Even though youâve been dating for almost a year, Taehyung still intimidates the hell out of you sometimes. The darkness of his eyes when he gets horny sends you reeling. Youâre sure if you look up, youâll see The Look. He stares at you unabashedly with an expression of desire so strong you feel like he might consume you just by looking at you.
âYou havenât eaten yet and I need to take a shower.âÂ
âHow do you know I havenât eaten yet?â With a pout, you finally dare to look your boyfriend in the face. The way he gapes at you is judgmental and doesnât make you feel devour-worthy at all.Â
âI know you,â he scoffs. âYouâre just like Jimin. I bet you havenât even been awake more than two hours.âÂ
Barely a year into your relationship and heâs already reading you like an open book. You canât stay salty about it when his bread cheeks come out and heâs giggling at the frustrated âhmphâ you let out.Â
âIâll be fast,â he promises with a smirk that collapses into another fit of giggles. The hearty slap on your ass encourages you toward the kitchen while Taehyung makes his way to the bathroom.Â
You did already eat, but today is an outlier. Normally, you are like Jimin, staying up too late and sleeping in longer than everyone else. And sometimes youâre like Yoongi, too. You get so caught up in the songs youâre working on that you forget to stop to eat or pee or look somewhere other than at a computer screen.Â
The move to Seoul threw you off your usual work schedule. Everything you need to get done is looming over your head like a dark cloud. If Namjoon comes back before you finish editing the English lyrics of his upcoming single, you might die of embarrassment, no matter how many times Taehyung insists that Namjoon wonât be disappointed.Â
Taehyung wasnât lying about being quick. Heâs wearing a white cotton t-shirt and grey sweatpants when he returns, hair damp and swept away from his face. Youâre still standing at the fridge, painfully aware of how little food you have. Plenty of grapefruit soju, though. Priorities.Â
âDo you want ramen?â You eventually ask. When Taehyung doesnât respond, you turn to give him a sheepish smile. He probably thinks youâre ridiculous.Â
Taehyung is sitting at the kitchen table with your phone in his hands. His eyebrows scrunch together and he turns to you with narrowed eyes.Â
âWhy were you looking at this?âÂ
He lifts your phone in your direction. The doctored photos of him and Jennie glare back at you. You feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Â
âTae, I didnâtââ You snap your mouth shut because, honestly, it looks bad. It looks bad no matter how you explain yourself because Taehyungâs bottom lip is already quivering and you know youâre both replaying the stupid TikTok phone call in your heads right now.Â
The two of you stare at each other for only god knows how long. Youâre the first to break; not many people can hold their own in a staring contest with Kim Taehyung. Yoongi is probably the only one. Jungkook would give a valiant effort, but heâd ultimately crumble in a fit of nervous giggles. Taehyung is scary when he wants to be.Â
Dating Taehyung started as an unbelievably exciting experience. You had your brush with fame before meeting the boys, but Taehyung was the first idol to give you genuine attention beyond whatever job needed to be done. Not that youâd ever sought it out; you had more dignity than that. No, Taehyung pursued you. Who could blame you when you fell head over heels for the sinfully gorgeous man who seemed larger than life? The long legs, big hands, and chiseled features were dangerous enough. Throw in a glowing personality, quirky sense of humor, and a big-hearted desire to care for others and you had a man who was too good to be true.Â
And who are you? Some dumb American kid with average looks, a standoff personality as a result of having a bit of social anxiety (and trouble acclimating to a new country), and a penchant for fucking things up. Maybe it was your fault for not seriously considering how hard it was going to be to date an idol. Â
âCâmere, jagi,â Taehyung murmurs, beckoning you.Â
You expected waterworksâ hell, youâre ready to start crying yourself. Instead, Taehyung wears a tired but soft smile. He holds your waist as you climb into his lap, straddling him. He wiggles a little in the chair to adjust you more comfortably on his thighs.Â
âKoreaboo, really?â He gathers your face in his hands, thumbs running across your cheeks. His hands are soft and you regret not washing your face when you woke up. Sometimes itâs not fun to date someone as beautiful as Taehyung.Â
âIt was an accident.âÂ
You avoid his gaze, but Taehyung coaxes you back to look him in the eyes. Itâs hard. Thereâs so much passion swimming in them. He blinks up at you with an earnestness that makes your heart ache because youâre always the one causing problems.Â
âThey could have at least used better pictures of me,â he complains with an exaggerated pout.Â
âMaybe Iâll send them some from my private collection.âÂ
âYou wouldnât dare.â Taehyung grins as he threatens you, so you grin back.Â
âOh, I dare.âÂ
Quick fingers dig into your sides and you let out an embarrassing squeal. Taehyung doesnât let up on tickling you until youâve got tears in your eyes and your threats to elbow him in the face start sounding a bit too real.Â
âPlease donât torture yourself with shit like that, okay?â He mumbles the request into your neck because your arms are thrown around his shoulders.Â
You slide your fingers into his hair to cradle his head against your chest. When you dig your nails into his scalp he lets out a low groan. Nothing about the position youâre in is sexual, but youâre quickly reminded that this is the most skin-on-skin contact youâve had with your boyfriend in months. With that fact in mind, you donât feel bad when you scoot further into his lap and squeeze his thighs with your own.Â
âTae?âÂ
âHmm?â When he tilts his head back to look up at you, heâs got that spacey, blissed-out look on his face.Â
âTell me you love me.â You place your finger against the little freckle on the tip of his nose.
The slow, boxy grin is almost better than hearing the words. Your finger migrates to touch the freckle on his lip.Â
âI love you with all my heart.â He punctuates the confession with a kiss on the tip of your finger. âYour turn.âÂ
You roll your eyes, but itâs the reaction heâs looking for.Â
âI love you, too. You dork.âÂ
âSo romantic,â he laughs, but the amusement doesnât reach his eyes. Instead, he watches you with lust darker than what consumed his expression earlier.Â
You sit with your breath burning in your lungs as Taehyung slips his hands beneath your baggy t-shirt. His smooth palms slide up your rib cage until he reaches your tits, palming one in each hand. The tilt of his chin tells you he wants another kiss, and who are you to deny him what he wants? You dig your nails in his hair harder while you kiss him, tugging to angle his head in the direction you want. Small moments like this give the appearance that youâre in control. And Taehyung loves domming while you both pretend youâre the one in charge.
He pulls back with a wet smack. If it was anyone else, youâd be ashamed of the whimper that sounds from your throat as Taehyung removes his hands from your shirt. You grip his hair tighter, but Taehyung just chuckles.Â
âSo needy. What am I going to do with you?âÂ
You could give him a couple of ideas. There isnât time, though. Taehyung is already grasping your chin and tilting it down.Â
âOpen up for me, okay?âÂ
Your cheeks grow hot as you open your mouth. You already know where this is going, so you stick out your tongue. Still, itâs difficult not to squirm when Taehyung presses his index and middle fingers flat against the wet muscle.Â
âSuck.âÂ
You swallow around his fingers, sucking as best you can as he begins to thrust them into your mouth. Itâs vulgar, the wet suctioning sound of his fingers dragging against your tongue. In and out, a steady pace that doesnât go too fast. Taehyung has such long, gorgeous fingers. You quite enjoy when he wrecks your insides with them until youâre on the brink of tears. Which youâve come to find is something Taehyung thoroughly enjoys doing.Â
âYou miss having your pretty mouth stuffed?â
You know any attempt at a spoken response will come out as a garbled mess. You whimper, eyes fluttering closed as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. You push your tongue in between his fingers and curl around them.Â
âGonna suck my cock like this, jagi?â He purrs the question, ending it so breathy itâs almost a moan as he eases over the term of endearment. âShow me how much you miss me, hm?âÂ
Maybe itâs the deep, sensual way he purrs jagi with heavy eyelids and that crooked smirk on his face. Maybe itâs because he bites his lip when he says it or that he lets his lip go with such slowness that you can see the way his teeth scrape across his plump bottom lip as it falls back into place. Maybe itâs the fact that heâs shoving his fingers just a bit deeper into your mouth. Maybe itâs all of these things that make you shift so that you can press your clothed pussy against Taehyungâs thigh.Â
He flexes the muscle as you start rutting against it, rolling your hips to the rhythm of his fingers gliding in and out of your mouth.Â
âLook at you.â His lips brush against the curve of your ear, sending a shiver down your back. âSo desperate for me that youâre going to get off on only my thighs?âÂ
Youâre not the type to be able to orgasm just from rutting and friction like this, but Taehyung has managed to learn your body faster than you ever expected. He slips his free hand beneath the waistband of your leggings and underwear. Itâs the quick circling of his thumb against your throbbing clit combined with the rutting of your hips that sends you over the edge.Â
âThatâs it, baby, you did so well,â Taehyung whispers praise against the skin his lips have access to on your collarbones as you shudder in his lap. âLove seeing you cum, fuck, doing this shit over KakaoTalk fucking sucked.âÂ
Taehyung finally removes his fingers from your mouth when you stop moving. Seeing the string of spit that connects his fingers to your lips makes you feel weak, but youâre riding the high of his praise and skillful fingers, so you donât care.Â
He wipes your spit onto his sweatpants and gently holds your chin with his other hand. He gives you a soft smile and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip. You can taste yourself when you flick your tongue over the trail his thumb left. Â
âI missed you so much,â he admits with a gentle kiss on your lips. âAnd not just because of this. I missed all of you, everything about you, just being with you.âÂ
âI missed you, too.â
Itâs meant to be a confirmation of your mutual love, but it comes out like a whine. You know Taehyung doesnât mind from the way his eyes zero in on your tongue running along your bottom lip. You donât have to say anything more for him to know what you want. He nods once and youâre almost immediately on your knees between his legs. Â
âFuck.â He leans back in the chair and lifts his hips so you can tug his sweatpants down his thighs. âGonna be good for me, baby?âÂ
You quickly nod your head, though youâre focused on gently taking Taehyungâs cock in your hand. Alex isnât wrong. Taehyungâs dick is big, but that doesnât mean you have to go around talking about it. Thatâs for you to know and for others to wonder about.Â
You had to sign an NDA before you were allowed to see it, anyway, but youâd keep your mouth shut even if no legal action would be taken against you for gossiping.Â
âKiss it first.âÂ
He tongues the inside of his cheek as he watches you. His eyelids droop lower when you plant a puckered, open-mouthed kiss on the head of his cock. You press the tip of your tongue against the slit to lick at the precum already leaking from him. The buck of his hips isnât unexpected, but you feel like you need to remember how to do all of this after being away from him for so long. Not to mention how tired your jaw is about to be.Â
Taehyung seems to sense your hesitation because he allows his body to go slack beneath you. The hand that has reached down to dig into your scalp doesnât let up, but he doesnât push your head down like he normally would when you finally slide his cock down your throat.Â
He doesnât buck his hips again, even when you drool so much that the inside of his thighs become just as wet as yours. You squeeze the base of his cock, twisting your wrist to the rhythm youâve established when you canât take all of him into your mouth.Â
You reach down to gently roll his balls with your free hand. His cock twitches against your flattened tongue and you hum with satisfaction.Â
âGod, your fucking mouthââÂ
You make eye contact with Taehyung as your hand ventures lower. Thereâs nothing more beautiful than the way his face crumples with pleasure when you massage his perineum.Â
âShit, Iâm gonna cum if you donât stop,â he whines.Â
You ease up slightly but still suckle on the head of his cock for longer than Taehyung wants. Why not have a little fun? All youâll end up doing is riling him up even more, and that can only be a good thing for you.Â
Taehyung digs his fingers into your hair and yanks you up. It stings, but the pain might as well be white-hot pleasure once Taehyung is praising you with a gravelly voice.Â
âYouâre too fucking good at that.âÂ
You donât even like sucking dick, but youâd do it all day, every day if Taehyung asked you to. But since he made you stop, you have other priorities to take care of, like the fact that there are way too many layers of clothes separating you from your boyfriend. While you were on your knees for him, Taehyung removed his shirt. The white cotton is discarded on the floor beside the chair and his half-dry hair is tousled around his head in a messiness only he could successfully pull off.Â
After wiggling out of your leggings and underwear, you climb back onto Taehyungâs lap. His broad chest shudders beneath your touch as you run your hands down to meet his soft tummy. His responsiveness strokes the ego you didnât realize you have.Â
âYâknow, you never gave me the chance to ask you how travel went.âÂ
âSeriously?â He knows youâre teasing, but you like the mock-irritated tone of his voice. It makes his chest rumble.Â
You use your grip on him to stabilize yourself as you grind into his lap. You scrape your nails at the nape of his neck and suck on his bottom lip. Taehyung moans into your mouth, low and throaty, when his cock glides through your wet folds as you roll your hips. He lets you pull his hair, head falling back to expose the smooth plane of his throat. Your lips leave his to latch onto his throat instead. The kisses you give him are slippery and biting and hot.Â
âNo hickeys, Y/N.âÂ
Taehyungâs scolding is deep and sharp; you both know heâs not fucking around. Itâs a command he has had to throw your way more than once. The idea of marking him up is just so appetizing, but you know you canât. Sure, makeup can make just about anything disappear, but itâs annoying to deal with and Taehyung isnât particularly a fan of the side looks the makeup artists give each other when they see dark bruises littering his neck and collarbones.Â
Maybe youâll give him just a tiny one and suffer the consequences later.Â
You cling onto him tighter when you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you. Spreading your thighs as wide as you can without throwing off your balance on the chair, you roll your hips into Taehyungâs hand to take his fingers deeper.Â
âPlease,â you moan against his neck. You can smell your shampoo and body wash on him. Something about him smelling like you makes you feel overwhelmingly possessive. Heâs yours. Kim Taehyung is yours.Â
He turns his head to the side to capture your lips with his own as he snakes his arm around your waist. The position allows him to pull you tightly against his chest. He holds you in place as he starts thrusting his fingers into your pussy just as he had thrust them into your mouth.  Â
Taehyung grunts as he keeps his legs spread in the chair, which in turn forces your thighs open when you try to squeeze them closed around his hand.Â
âStay still.âÂ
âCanât.â You shake your head and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging the strands harder.Â
Itâs too much; Taehyung lights a fire against every inch of your body each time he touches you. If he was anyone else, youâd be singed, but Taehyung takes such good care of you. Youâre not singed. Youâre ignited.Â
âYou have no fucking idea,â Taehyung takes a deep breath, âNo fucking idea how badly Iâve been craving you.â He warms you up with each thrust of his fingers, adding a third until youâre clawing at his shoulders.Â
âSo, ahh fuck, fuck me,â you gasp, your mouth hot against the corner of his jaw. Your teeth scrape against his skin and he merely lets his head fall back to give you more.Â
âNo please?âÂ
You bite his cheek in defiance and get a slap to the ass that only makes you want to bite him more.Â
âDonât be mean to me,â you whimper.Â
Taehyungâs steady rhythm against your front wall has your orgasm burning so hotly in your core that you feel like youâre going to cum if he even so much as turns his head to look at you one more time.Â
Your thighs are already sore by the time Taehyung removes his fingers from your pussy. He uses your sticky arousal as lube to stroke his cock and you donât want to think about how excited you are about this.Â
âHurry up.âÂ
Taehyung raises his eyebrows at you just as he grips the inside of your thigh with one hand. The other he uses to line his cock with your body. You can feel the head press against your entrance, and you try to push your body down to swallow him whole, but Taehyung holds you up to stop you.Â
âImpatient cockslut, arenât you?â Taehyung chides.Â
His previously spacey look is sharpened by the sparkle of mirth in his eyes. Your body tenses when he spits the insult at you, and he knows itâs making your clit throb even harder.Â
âTae.â You bite your lip because youâre close to begging at this point.Â
Luckily, you donât have to. Taehyung presses down your hip and you quickly take the lead, easing yourself onto his cock until youâre fully seated on his firm thighs.Â
Your body burns from the stretch it has to make to accommodate him, but you knew it would. Even when youâre fully adjusted to him, thereâs always a bit of a stretch. He also knows he has to let you ease into it to avoid slamming himself straight into your cervix. The first time it had happened, Taehyung genuinely thought heâd broken you. You kind of thought so, too, if you were going to be perfectly honest. The struggle of having a big-dicked boyfriend.Â
âOkay?â Heâs watching you with those lustful, dark eyes.
âMhm,â you hum because youâre afraid of the way your voice will quiver if you try to say real words.Â
Youâre so full, itâs a bit overwhelming. Not just physically, but emotionally, too. You missed Taehyung a lot, but holding onto each other in such an intimate position is making you realize just how lonely you were without him.Â
âIâm gonna move, okay?âÂ
He waits until you silently nod your head before he adjusts in the chair, scooting down slightly to spread his legs better. You allow him to adjust your legs, bending them at the knee and hooking them over the arms of the chair. With a tight grip on your ass, Taehyung pulls you down onto his cock at the same time he thrusts up into you.Â
The pace Taehyung sets is desperate, but you donât care. Your second orgasm is approaching at an alarming speed. It feels like itâs taking all of your energy to simply stay grounded with reality as Taehyung squeezes you and your hips crash into each other. You donât even try to do anything, just let him take over your body as he pounds into you. For the most part, youâre a pillow princess and you both know it. Besides, how can you possibly keep up with someone so athletic? Taehyungâs stamina is ridiculous. Neither of you has an overstimulation kink, but Taehyungâs ability to just go and go and go might as well have given you one. None of this has ever bothered Taehyung, though. He likes giving more than receiving.Â
âOh fuck.â Taehyung nips at the base of your neck when you clench around his cock just to feel him shiver.Â
There arenât any rules about him marking you up. The petty side of him likes when you wear the dark bruises in the open, with no makeup or clothing to hide them. Itâs a satisfying game he likes to play. He likes that everyone knows youâre getting dicked down and, therefore, are taken.Â
You like the secret satisfaction of knowing itâs Kim Taehyung who gives you those marks, and no one even knows.Â
What you donât like is thinking about all the other people Taehyung may have enjoyed giving marks to.Â
Itâs hard not to let your mind wander. Taehyung has never talked to you about his previous relationships, and thereâs no way for you to know about them if he doesnât tell you. The media canât be trusted to accurately report idolsâ love lives; today has been a perfect example of that. Youâre stuck with only your imagination to make up all kinds of scenarios. Maybe Taehyung has been with other k-pop idols, or models, or actresses - people with more money, who are prettier and more sophisticated than you. Hell, youâve never even asked him about his sexuality. What if he really has been fucking Jungkook! What if theyâre in love and youâre just something temporary?Â
âI was made for you, jagi. You know that?â Taehyungâs breath is hot against your skin. His words are gentle, but the power with which he thrusts up into you is bruising. âMade for you.âÂ
Itâs as if he can read your mind, as if he can somehow sense the insecurities threatening to pull you out of the moment. As always, Taehyung manages to bring you back to the present.Â
Fuck, sometimes you wish he wouldnât do shit like this to you. Youâre already pathetically in love with him. You canât imagine what more could come next, yet you feel yourself practically bursting from the seams with love. Â
Your moans fall in line with the sound of the chair scraping the floor and your skin slapping against Taehyungâs with every thrust. When your mouth falls open, Taehyung presses his thumb against your tongue. With eyes fluttering closed, you suck on his thumb and try to hold on as your body rocks up and down.Â
âFuck, fuck, oh, god, Taehyung.âÂ
âYeah, jagi?â Taehyung pulls down on the corner of your mouth until his thumb is dragging spit across your cheek. âTell me.â
His voice is so soothing it makes you want to cry. Itâs unfair.Â
âYou feel so fuckingââÂ
Itâs the slick pressure of his thumb massaging your clit that finally has you arching your back with a scream of Taehyungâs name. Youâre so loud that you worry your neighbors heard you. There are plenty of people named Taehyung in the world, though, right? He could be any Taehyung.Â
If you ask Taehyung later, heâll probably say he canât even remember his own name because of how tightly you clench around his cock when you cum. The feeling is so overwhelming that you think you might pass out from holding your breath. You gasp, inhaling more air than you exhale, but Taehyung keeps going. Every subsequent thrust knocks the air out of you until you have the opposite problem and now you canât keep any air in.
âIâm gonnaâŠâ
âGo ahead, baby. Cum inside me.âÂ
Taehyung whimpers into the crook of your neck as he cums, the suggestiveness of your permission not lost on either of you. Youâre on birth control and Taehyung knows a kid would probably ruin his career. So it doesnât actually mean anything when you tell him he can stay inside; youâre not getting pregnant any time soon. Still, he gets off on coming inside of you, even if he doesnât want to admit it.Â
âI was going to make a joke that I should go on tour more often if that means Iâll cum that hard again, but I think I donât want to go on tour ever again,â Taehyung admits with a shaky laugh.Â
Just the idea of Taehyung leaving you for months on end again makes your stomach twist. He brings so much life to everywhere he goes, and you felt like much of that life left you when he did. Even if it was only temporary.Â
Taehyung holds you until his cock is no longer twitching inside of you. Once his arms finally fall to his side, you try to untangle yourself from the chair as his body, but your limbs might as well belong to someone else.
âHelp,â you squeak hoarsely. You feel like covering your face when Taehyung laughs.Â
Taehyung helps you out of his lap, though you both are so wobbly on your feet that you hold onto the edge of the kitchen table when you stand. Taehyung looks wrecked, and you feel wrecked. Youâre not sure your knees will ever work properly again.Â
âWhy are we still listening to Stray Kids?â Taehyung grumbles when he realizes the speakers are still playing in the background.Â
âItâs a good album.â
âWe should be fucking to my songs.â Taehyung pauses for a moment, thinking.ââChristmas Treeâ is a fuckable song, right?âÂ
âYouâre joking.âÂ
Taehyung shakes his head and reaches for your phone. His face is programmed to unlock your phone, just like your face unlocks his phone. You donât understand how he can stand butt naked in the kitchen, cum all over his thighs, and search for the jazz playlist he made on your Spotify account.Â
(âJazz Hands, Y/N. Itâs a vibe.â)Â
Once his playlist has replaced Stray Kids, Taehyung wraps you up in a giant bear hug that lifts you off your feet. The hug nearly knocks the air out of you.Â
âCanât believe you made me dirty after I just showered.â You canât see his pout, but you can hear it.Â
âYouâre the one who started this.âÂ
Taehyung scoffs. He starts walking down the hallway, practically dragging you in his arms as he goes. Your toes barely reach the ground, but youâre more content to let your body fall slack and make him do all the work.Â
He kicks open the bathroom door and sits you down on the counter.Â
âNo, you did this. You looked at me with those pretty eyes and said, âTaeâ.â He tries to mimic your voice by moaning his name. âIâm a weak, weak man. You influenced me. I just wanted you to eat.âÂ
âWell, I did eat.âÂ
Taehyung presses his lips together. âDonât say it.âÂ
âIâm gonna say it.â You lean forward on the edge of the counter, trying to get in Taehyungâs space, but heâs ignoring you as he prepares the shower.
âY/N.âÂ
âI ateâŠâ Â
âStop.âÂ
âDeez nuts.âÂ
Taehyung drags his hands down his face, leaving his skin red. His reaction makes you giggle.Â
âTechnically you only played with deez nuts. Your mouth, sadly, did not ever come near myââ He tries to correct you, but youâre already throwing a scrunchie at his face.Â
âYouâre ruining the joke!âÂ
âItâs a bad joke!â
Maybe your sense of humor is way better than his, but as you suffer another Taehyung tickle attack, you canât help but feel ridiculous for how youâd behaved earlier. How can he look at you with sparkling eyes and a boxy smile that makes him laugh with his teeth, hand coming up to cover his face when you give him your poutiest of poutsâ how can you see such genuine kindness and think Taehyung would ever do anything to jeopardize what you have?
âWassup motherfuckers!âÂ
You raise your eyebrows at Namjoon and tap the end of your chewed pen against your computer screen. Biting pens isnât sanitary or cute but you do it anyway. The manâs eyes arenât on your pen cap, though. Heâs staring a hole into the podcast you pulled up because you know he doesnât want to look at you.Â
âNamjoon, why did you start the episode like that? This is not your Automatic Dick era,â you say with a deep sigh.Â
âBeoryeo.âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
âThe song. Itâs called âThrow Awayâ, not⊠Automatic⊠DickâŠâ His correction dies on his tongue when he sees the exasperated look on your face.Â
âThat is not the point.â You shake your head and exit the website. Youâre not in charge of PR. Thatâs someone elseâs problem.
Your attention turns to the newest draft of the song youâve been stressing out about since you arrived in Seoul.Â
âThis, though? This is fucking beautiful.â You adjust your laptop on the coffee table so Namjoon can better view the document. The two of you are at the dorm, lounging in the living room.Â
There are a lot of highlighted lines and many comments throughout the document. You wish you were like the members who scribbled their lyrics in cute leather journals, but your brain is too much of a disaster and broken by technology. If you donât have your laptop, you can't write lyrics for shit.Â
âHow are you so eloquent in Korean, but in English, youâre soâŠâ You wave your hands around like youâre rifling through the air for the rest of your sentence.Â
âCasual?âÂ
âYes.â Sure, weâll go with that, Joonie.Â
âWell, thatâs why Iâve got you!âÂ
At least he thinks youâre eloquent. The boys probably think youâre spending all your time in your office easily pulling masterpieces out of your ass when in reality youâre Googling, âwhat's the word for when you can't remember a word?âÂ
Itâs lethologica, by the way.
You love Namjoon, but sometimes you think he has too much faith in you. Writing songs is hard. He of all people would know that. The difference between you and Namjoon is that when Namjoon struggles with writing he gets all emo, buys a bunch of weird furniture, and flies to another country to look at foreign art. When you struggle with writing, you just go home and play video games with Taehyung until youâre ready to try again.Â
Youâre both practicing avoidance, but Namjoonâs method just looks a little more dramatic than yours. Despite his assumptions, that doesnât mean youâre better at handling yourself. You just do things differently.Â
âWeâre so lucky to have Jagi PD!âÂ
Namjoon groans and covers his head with the hood of his hoodie as Jungkook flies into the living room.Â
Strong hands cup your armpits to lift you off of the couch. While Jungkook is crushing every bone in your body as he hugs you, all you can think about is how you were kind of a little bit sweaty, and now Jungkook has his hands all in your armpits.Â
âJungkookie, donât pick people up without their consent.âÂ
Hobi enters the room behind the younger man and gives him a stern look which makes Jungkook immediately put you down on your feet.Â
âSorry, Y/N,â Jungkook says with a pout and galaxies in his eyes. You give his shoulder a playful smack. His baggy black t-shirt sticks to his skin, and youâre less worried about being sweaty. Jungkook is soaked.Â
âDonât worry about it, kid. Iâm tough.â You flex your nonexistent muscles to make the precious maknae laugh his pout away.
âYou should come train with us, Jagi.âÂ
âJungkook,â Namjoon exclaims from where he still sits on the couch.Â
He turns to his friend with wide eyes. âWhat?â
âStop calling Y/N âjagiâ. Taehyung is going to kill you.â This time Jimin pipes up.Â
You hadnât realized heâd entered the room, too. The three newcomers are varying degrees of sweaty with pink cheeks and wearing workout clothes. You suppose theyâve just come back from working out or perhaps a dance practice. Theyâve all been back from tour for a few weeks now, but if thereâs one thing youâve learned about the Bangtan Boys itâs that they never fucking rest.Â
Itâs exhausting just to think about it.Â
âItâs okay,â you say with a shrug. âI think âJagi PDâ is pretty fucking funny, to be honest.âÂ
The nickname Jungkook created for you is cute in your opinion. You are a music producer. Jagi PD is better than using your last name. It could be like your stage name. Maybe you can get Namjoon to credit you as Jagi PD under the songs you write. Using your first and last name seems lame when itâs paired with fun names like SUGA, RM, j-hope, and Slow Rabbit.
âPretty fucking funny,â Jungkook repeats. He gives the other men a triumphant look before launching himself onto the couch with Jimin.Â
Hobi chooses to sit on the couch on the opposite side of the room with Namjoon. From the way Namjoon has nestled back into his seat, itâs clear that his song will have to wait. Itâs for the best. Youâre not thinking about music anymore.Â
You canât blame Jungkook for interrupting your work, but the true source of distraction saunters into the room with his arms full of grocery bags.Â
âHey, jagiya,â Taehyung greets you sweetly with a kiss on your forehead as he walks through the living room to get to the kitchen. The final two men, Jin and Yoongi, trail behind Taehyung with their own bags.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jimin give Jungkook a pointed look when Taehyung uses the term of endearment.Â
âWhat are you guys making?â Jungkook is curled up against the arm of the couch with his phone in hand. Heâs holding it sideways which makes you think heâs probably playing In The Seom. The app is old news by this point, yet Jungkookâs attention is still consumed by it. Itâs hilarious.Â
You wish you could meet the game developers. Whoever made Taehyungâs character look so fucking feral deserves a raise.Â
âYouâre gonna cook?â You donât hide your shock at the idea that Taehyung would be cooking anything, and that makes everyone laugh.
âIâm making dinner,â Yoongi clarifies. âAnd itâs a surprise, so stop paying attention to me.â He shoos Jin and Taehyung out of the kitchen.Â
Jin sits on the couch with Jimin and Jungkook, while Taehyung sits with you. The armchair really only seats one person comfortably, but you wiggle so Taehyung can sit half next to you and half under you. He arranges your legs to drape over his lap. Itâs nice, being this close. You can snuggle into his side and let him wrap his arms around you without worrying about who can see or what people think. All the boys are supportive of your relationship with Taehyung. Itâs a bit frustrating that thereâs no way for you to fully express how appreciative you are.Â
âWell, what are we supposed to do?â From the couch in the living room, Jungkook shoots Yoongi a glare as if Yoongiâs request for some alone time while he cooks is a personal attack.Â
Yoongi snorts and turns his back on Jungkook to begin unloading the groceries. âI donât know, talk to each other.âÂ
âYou guys are boring. I only want to talk to Y/N.â Youâre not sure how youâve become Jungkookâs favorite, but itâs exceptionally endearing.Â
âYouâre not even going to pay attention,â Namjoon points out. âAlways on that damn phone.âÂ
Heâs still got his hood up, and he looks like he was half-asleep. No one but you gets the joke, so Namjoon nods his head in your direction before returning to his slumped position.Â
âI like watching Jimin-ssiâs character spin around in little circles.âÂ
âItâs cute, isnât it?â Jin chimes in. âHe looks so small.âÂ
The glares Jimin shoots everyone in the room are terrifying. You think about something youâd heard someone say: the shorter the person, the closer to hell they are. Something dramatic that only a tall person would say.Â
âAll the characters are the same size,â he exclaims. âAnd I donât do that!âÂ
âYes, you do. There are fanmade compilation videos of you spinning around, Jimin-ssi! Iâve watched them,â Jungkook confesses with full confidence.Â
A small squeal sounds from the opposite side of the room. You turn to see Hobi practically bouncing on the couch.Â
âPlease, can we watch some? I want to hear the cute sound effects.âÂ
A pillow flies across the room, and Hobi just barely dodges it. Jimin crosses his arms firmly against his chest and scowls as Jin and Jungkook enthusiastically agree and Hobi snatches the TV remote before anyone else can.Â
âAt least watch a video that isnât about me doing something embarrassing,â Jimin breaks down enough to plead (not beg!) with Hobi. He eyes the room and his gaze falls on Taehyung. A small smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth and you feel Taehyung slowly exhale. âWe should watch one about TaeTae.âÂ
You try to cover your laughter with a cough, but Taehyung applies a light slap to your thigh in retaliation.Â
âWhy me?â he pouts.Â
âYes! Let me pick!â
âJungkookie, no. It was my idea.â Hobi scrolls through his phone until his face lights up with glee. âIâve watched this one before and itâs so cute, Y/N, youâre going to love it.âÂ
âThe suspense is killing me.â You wiggle your eyebrows at Taehyung. The rolled eyes youâre met with feel like a victory.Â
âOkay, itâs called, BTS struggling to understand âTae-tae languageâ,â Hobi prefaces while the video loads on the TV.Â
Jin laughs at the loud snort you let out. âTaeTae language is hard to understand.âÂ
âMaybe you guys arenât creative enough to understand me,â Taehyung scoffs.Â
âHey! I understand you!â Yoongi protests from the kitchen.Â
Taehyung looks like he might say more, but the video interrupts him. It starts with highlights from the comments section of previous videos. One comment mentions Namjoon being their bias.Â
âIs that weird? Like, to watch this kind of stuff and hear people talk about their biases?â If you were famous, you were absolutely positive that youâd never Google yourself. You would not want to know what kind of weird shit was out there about you, even something as seemingly innocent as silly compilation videos.Â
âI think itâs funny,â Jimin says with a smirk and half-moon eyes. âIâm everyoneâs bias, anyway.âÂ
âThatâs not what TikTok says.â Jungkook turns his nose upward at Jimin, though his eyes never leave his phone. Itâs a shame In The Seom didnât allow him to drown Jimin in the ocean, or he totally would have done it by now.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âJust check how many videos there are under my hashtag.âÂ
Jimin snorts with a roll of his eyes, seemingly dismissing Jungkookâs claims. But you see him twist on the couch so the younger man canât see that Jimin pulls up TikTok on his phone. As if TikTok was the end all, be all. You want to tell them itâs impossible to know whoâs the most âpopularâ or whatever, but you know that conversation is futile.Â
âY/N, you were Army before you started dating Tae!â You can practically see the light bulb going off in Hobiâs brain. Or, rather, the Army bomb. âWho was your bias?âÂ
Hobiâs question barely leaves his lips when the room grows quiet. Seven pairs of eyes stare at you expectantly, including your boyfriendâs. You keep your eyes on the TV, though you arenât seeing the compilation video playing anymore.Â
âI donât know. I didnât have a bias. Yâknow, OT7 and all that shit.âÂ
Suddenly, the room erupts. Screeches of protests and arguments are shouted across the living room, the boys yelling on top of one another and slewing insults at each other.Â
âOh come on, Y/N, tell us!â Hobi whines.
âYeah, we wanna know! We wonât judge you.â Pulling this precious information out of you is so vital that Jungkook looks away from his phone long enough to give you a pouty face.Â
âItâs obviously me. Iâm Worldwide Handsome.âÂ
âLeave her alone, guys.â Taehyung shifts in his seat and adjusts how your legs drape over his lap. His large hands massage soft circles into your calf muscles. âThis is so childish.âÂ
âRight. A bias is just whoever a fan is partial to,â Namjoon says with a shrug. âWhat matters is that fans support us as seven.âÂ
âNo, a bias is the one the fan wants to fuck the most.â This time Jungkook doesnât look up from his phone when he speaks.Â
Jin hums in agreement, winking in your direction and making Taehyung scowl.Â
âYouâre just scared itâs not you, Tae.â For someone Taehyung calls his soulmate, Jimin seems to jump at every opportunity to fuck with his friend. He turns to you with those haunting siren eyes that lure in even Godâs strongest soldiers. âIs he, Y/N? Is your bias Taehyung or someone else?âÂ
âI thought Hobiâs question was, who was my bias? Not is.âÂ
His siren eyes narrow at you. âStop arguing semantics and answer the question.âÂ
You canât hold a staring contest with the now-paused Youtube video, and Jiminâs sudden snappiness makes you feel the need to look away. Right into the eyes of your answer, the only person who hasnât spoken during the entire bias conversation.Â
Yoongiâs sharp eyes catch yours when you look away from the TV. Never one to miss a beat, he raises a perfectly-shaped eyebrow at you, the ghost of his classic Yoongi smirk barely lifting the corner of his mouth before the entire room erupts into shouting again.Â
âYOONGI?! REALLY?! OUT OF ALL OF US, YOU PICKED HIM?â Jimin jumps up from the couch, knocking pillows all over the floor.Â
âWatch it, Jimin-ah,â Yoongi scolds the younger man for his informal language. Jimin only rolls his eyes.Â
âDamn, Jimin was right. You arenât her bias, TaeTae.â Jin shakes his head with a solemn look. He gets up to leave the room, giving your boyfriend a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he walks past. âIâm going to my room to play Mario Kart. This is too depressing for me.âÂ
At the mention of video games, Jungkook perks up. âWait Jin hyungie, I wanna play, too!â He tosses the last couch pillow in Jiminâs lap and scrambles to catch up with Jin halfway down the hall.Â
Yoongi wears a full-blown smirk now. You watch with wide eyes as his tongue slips out to drag across his bottom lip before heâs drawing his lip between his teeth. âCute.âÂ
âFuck off,â Taehyung hisses at the older man, lifting your legs off his lap.Â
âTaeâŠâ You reach out to grab his arm to stop him, but heâs already heading to his bedroom. The door slams shut so hard that the photos on the walls shudder.Â
You turn back around to glare at the remaining men. âDid you have your fun, hmm? Was it worth it?âÂ
âI really⊠I didnât thinkâŠâ Hobi fumbles his words, clearly uncomfortable with the outbursts heâd unwittingly caused.Â
âIf it doesnât work out with Taehyung, call me, yeah?â Yoongi sends you a wink, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.Â
You feel your face heat up and you refuse to look at him. You wait until he goes back to preparing the food before you stand up. Without another word, you follow in Taehyungâs footsteps until you reach his door. Itâs locked, but you expected as much.Â
âTaeTae,â you call softly. âPlease let me in.âÂ
You wait in silence long enough that you consider going home. If Taehyung doesnât want to talk to you, you arenât going to push him. Even if you think the reason for his outburst is stupid and that heâs acting like a child.Â
Eventually, the door is opened wide enough for you to slip inside. Taehyung doesnât look at you when he shuts the door. Instead, he sits on his bed and leans his back against the wall. He keeps his eyes on his hands delicately folded together in his lap. His eyes are already red and slightly puffy. The sight is glass in your veins.Â
âTae, please donât be upset,â you start slowly. Climbing into his bed, you scoot until youâre lounging next to him. He doesnât pull away when you rest your head on his shoulder.Â
âItâs embarrassing.âÂ
You let out a small sigh, not because youâre frustrated with him but because youâd known watching fanmade videos would turn out to be a bad idea.Â
âIf it makes you feel better, you were still in my bias line.â Itâs probably not the best way to reassure your boyfriend, but it at least makes him look at you.Â
âWho else?â His eyes are narrowed.
âI donât think I should answer that.âÂ
Taehyungâs bottom lip droops and you feel your heart seize.Â
âOkay, okay!â Maybe holding his hand will make it better. âJimin, but, no donât give me that look! Just listen.âÂ
Taehyungâs pout deepens, but he doesnât interrupt you.Â
âItâs not like when I hang out with Jimin or Yoongi Iâm thinking about those things, okay? Itâs just a natural thing that happens. Anyone can be drawn to specific people in a group; the same thing happens with friendships. Like you and Jimin. Itâs normal.âÂ
Taehyung doesnât seem convinced, but he laces his fingers through yours. You interpret the light squeeze he gives you as permission to continue talking.Â
âYoongi is cool because I always saw him as this, like, mental health icon for me. He talks so much about mental health and fans see how he has grown and gotten healthier over the years. Itâs inspiring, right? Youâve seen it firsthand.â
âThatâs true,â Taehyung sniffles.Â
You nod your head. âExactly, I respect him as a person and an artist. And with Jimin, Iâve always been almost jealous? of him. Because he can so beautifully balance both masculine and feminine qualities and aesthetics. He looks good no matter what and has learned to accept himself instead of forcing whatever weird masculinity shit yâall had when you debuted. Thatâs inspiring, too.âÂ
Taehyung is silent for a while. You give him the space to process what youâve said, and you hope that itâs enough to make him understand that a bias is not just about who you want to fuck. Jungkook is such a flirt; of course, thatâs how he would interpret things.Â
âWhy did you like me?â He finally looks at you. His eyes are a little pink from his tears, but his cheeks appear dry. The innocent curiosity in his expression tugs at your heart.Â
You reach up to run your fingers through his fluffy hair, combing out any tangles and gently massaging his scalp. This is probably how Taehyung feels when you worry about fans, paparazzi, and sasaengs.Â
âWell, youâre hot,â you say with a grin. You feel a bit lighter when Taehyungâs mouth curves slightly, too.Â
âIs that it?âÂ
âOf course not.â You stick your tongue out. âYou were my favorite in the vocal line. I loved how smooth your singing voice is, and how thoughtful you sound when you talk about how important the members and Army are to you. How could someone not love the inventor of I purple you?âÂ
It feels weird to talk about how you liked Taehyung before you knew who he was. You never made your status as a fan obvious in the beginning. Professionalism is more important than fangirling. Even now, you only casually discuss your interest in the group before meeting them.
âYour sense of fashion made me laugh. You always seemed so happy, even though people like to focus a lot on how mean you can look. And I thought your relationships with Yoongi and Jimin were cute. Youâre a great example of how men can and should be soft and loving.âÂ
Theyâre all highly-simplified explanations for why Taehyung caught your eye in a group of seven, but they seem to put him at ease. He slides into the bed so heâs lying on his back under the covers. With his eyes locked on yours, he pats his chest.Â
âCâmere.âÂ
You lie down under the covers next to him. It feels nice to rest your head on his chest and throw your leg over his waist. Ever since Taehyung came back from the tour, youâve wanted to be attached at the hip. Itâs not that you canât handle being alone, but you donât think itâs a bad thing to want to be with the people who bring you joyâ especially when you live in a new country.Â
âYou know Iâm in love with you, not Yoongi or Jimin.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âDo you actually?â You shift your head so you can look up at him.Â
Taehyung meets you halfway. You let your eyes close as he slots his lips with yours, allowing your body to melt into his. The desperation the two of you had for each other when Taehyung first returned to Seoul eventually died out. Now, youâre okay with taking things slow. You can savor the feeling of his body on yours, firm and warm beneath you. You can savor the smell of his cologne and his taste as you breathe him in and slip your tongue inside his mouth.Â
âI do,â he responds with a heavy exhale once you pull away. âIâm sorry I got upset. I just got so angry when hyungâŠâ Taehyung scrunches his eyebrows and his nose scrunches along with them.Â
You massage his forehead and try to forcefully smooth the wrinkles there. âYoongi is just being an ass. He loves you, too,â you point out.Â
Taehyung canât argue that, so he leans down to kiss you again. You know how important physical contact is to him, especially when heâs upset. With that in mind, you slip your hands beneath his t-shirt. Splaying your hands flat against his chest feels nice. Itâs a reminder that heâs real, and heâs here. Heâs safe and healthy and yours.Â
âWe both get pretty jealous, huh?âÂ
Taehyung gives you a sheepish smile, all cheeks and pretty lips. You love his little lip freckle, but your favorite will always be the one under his eye.Â
âNot as bad as Jungkook, though.âÂ
âMhm, please donât break up with me over a perilla leaf or anything.âÂ
Taehyung giggles and you feel like youâve got helium inside you. If you donât hold onto him tightly enough, you might float away with how light and carefree being with him makes you.Â
âYou wonât get rid of me that easily,â he says as he nibbles your earlobe.Â
âWouldnât dream of it.âÂ
His hands find the hem of your t-shirt, and you sit up to allow him to undress you. Itâs a delicate process because Taehyung wants to take his time, too. It might seem like the two of you use sex to solve your problems, but you never see it like that. For you, letting Taehyung take his time breaking you down, just to build you back up again, is an act of emotional intimacy, just as it is physical. When Taehyung gets comfortable between your thighs, dark eyes locked with yours as he sucks your clit into his mouth, the hold he has on your wrists grounds you. And when he hovers over you with your legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusts into you, you whisper gentle praises against his throat to remind him that you are his and he is yours.
You spend the rest of the afternoon in Taehyungâs bed. It feels good to snuggle with him while he talks to you about all the jazz clubs he forced Jimin to go to during the little free time they had on tour. It seems the tension in the house fades because the rest of the boys are loud and energetic; itâs impossible to tune them out when their laughter bleeds into the room despite the door being closed.Â
âDo you think Taehyung and Y/N are done having make-up sex?âÂ
âItâs pretty quiet in there. Maybe they fell asleep.âÂ
You groan and bury your face in Taehyungâs side. Itâs almost as if Jungkook and Jin are purposefully talking outside of his bedroom to make sure you can hear them. Knowing them, itâs not a far-fetched idea.Â
âProbably tired themselves out. The screaming was reallyââÂ
âJUNGKOOK!â Taehyung sits up so abruptly that you fall back onto the bed. âSHUT THE FUCK UP.âÂ
Jin and Jungkookâs laughter eventually fades down the hallway, but Taehyung gets out of bed anyway.Â
âYoongi is probably almost done with dinner,â he grumbles. You watch him zip up his jeans and admire how tall and lanky he is. Sorry to Yoongi and Jimin.Â
He manages to get his arms caught in his t-shirt somehow, so you begrudgingly get out of bed to help. You tease him endlessly because obviously fucking you is so good that he doesnât know how to use his limbs anymore.Â
Your teasing is nothing compared to the way the other boys drag you the moment you step out of Taehyungâs bedroom.Â
âYou okay, Y/N? Sounded like you might be dying,â Jimin grins as he prepares the kitchen table for dinner.Â
Jin snickers, throwing out his own commentary. âTaehyung, you got it pretty good even though you arenât her bias, huh.âÂ
Before Taehyung has a chance to bite anyoneâs head off, you chime in.Â
âYeah, yeah, Yoongi was my bias when I was a fan,â you say with a roll of your eyes. You can practically see Jungkook registering that you said âwas a fanâ, and that makes him pout. As if you arenât still a fan. What a baby, just like Taehyung.Â
Yoongi snorts as he retrieves a dish from the oven. âI cannot fathom why.âÂ
âMe either,â Jimin agrees with a giggle. Heâs completely unfazed by the dark look Yoongi shoots him.Â
You join in on Jiminâs laughter, and youâre pleased to see that Taehyung is smiling too. The whole thing is so ridiculous. Maybe youâre feeling a bit too comfortable because you start oversharing.Â
âAnd I was a Yoonmin shipper, Iâm not gonna lie.â Youâre laughing so hard that you donât realize neither Jimin nor Taehyung are laughing anymore. After a few seconds pass, though, your smile slowly falls. Jiminâs face has turned bright pink and Yoongi has his back to the table.Â
âIt was one time, okay?â Jiminâs eyes burn holes into Yoongiâs shoulder blades from across the room. âOkay, two times.âÂ
The older man doesnât comment.Â
You nudge Taehyungâs leg with your foot under the kitchen table. He presses his lips together as hard as he can, but the smile just gets pushed into his cheeks. A rush of air explodes from his lips in a loud raspberry, and thatâs what triggers your laughter again.Â
âOh my god, I really wish I was surprised but Iâm not,â you confess with a wheeze.Â
Youâve clearly touched on a sensitive topic. Jimin blabbers away about how itâs not that big of a deal, all while Yoongi silently finishes arranging the dishes on the table. It would feel uncomfortable, but Jiminâs flushed face and the tiniest of smiles curving Yoongiâs lips make you think it meant a lot more than what Jimin wishes to admit.Â
And thatâs really fucking cute.Â
As the rest of the boys come piling into the kitchen, Taehyung scoots his chair until yours are touching. You bump shoulders and tilt your face up so he can press a kiss against your jaw.Â
âI love you,â he whispers. âWith all my heart."Â
âI love you, too.â You lace your fingers with his and let your hands rest against his thigh. âYou dork.âÂ
The kitchen is chaos, but all you can focus on is the boxy smile Taehyung gifts you.
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You know how Kohane is a fan of WxS? And there's a popular HC (at least I think it's an HC, feels real to me tbh) that Akito is a MMJ fan? HC: At least one person in each group is a fan of another group.
Ichika loves listening to Nightcord's music, she'll often try to play their songs on her guitar. Saki, an Airi fan, obviously loves MMJ (this grows after that one Valentine's Day where she made chocolates with Airi and Emu). She'll never admit it, but Shiho loves WxS. They make her smile and feel good, and honestly it's nice to see someone who cared for her chasing his dreams. And Honami surprises everyone when she's able to memorize VBS's songs. Both covers and original (Honami busting out the rap for Shanti and the entirety of Machi to the surprise of literally everyone around her).
Minori finds herself visiting PXL more often just to see WxS perform (and okay, maybe she also wants to spend time with them and this is the best time to ask). Haruka listens to Leo/need's music whenever she's working out. Airi does her best to attend as many of VBS's live events as she can. And Shizuku actively listens and waits for Nightcord's music.
Kohane, while obviously a WxS fan, also enjoys listening to Nightcord, especially on days where she feels upset and needs something that will help her cry, rather than cheer her up (because that's what she needs at the moment, a good cry). An has a secret account she uses to watch MMJ stream (she's worried that karma will come after her for all the teasing she's done against Akito, she has no idea the other VBS members already know she has a secret account because they watched her log in). Toya, ever the supportive (adopted) brother, goes to Leo/need's concerts (sometimes even skipping practice to do so). And much like Shiho, Akito will never admit to being a WxS fan (imagine if Tsukasa or Rui found out? What if they pull him up on stage like they've done with Kohane? No thanks... okay, fine, Nene can know. JUST NENE!!... He isn't sure where he stands with Emu knowing.)
Tsukasa jumps from group to group depending on what he's working on, currently he's mainly listening to VBS. Emu will sometimes join a MMJ stream and be one of the most active chatters (sometimes being reported for spam). Rui tends to have Nightcord on in the background as he works. Nene listens to Leo/need and will sometimes ask Ichika if she has the lyrics so she can learn them.
Kanade enjoys MMJ and will listen to any song of theirs that Mizuki has shared (since she tends to get them first), she loves how it makes her feel and she'll often use those feelings towards her own compositions. Mafuyu listens to WxS music, both as a way to, maybe, better understand Emu, and as a way to, maybe, just maybe, better understand her own emotions. They do a good job displaying them, so... Ena refuses to admit she loves VBS. It has nothing to do with Akito or the fact she's the one responsible for her little brother chasing street music. Totally (it is but if she admits it, she'll cry). Mizuki has made several MVs for Leo/need. They sit in a flashdrive she carries around. She loves their music and sometimes hopes to run into one of them (Saki most likely seeing how she's Tsukasa's sister) so she can give them the MVs (hopefully they like them, she was so nervous making them).
In short: they're all friends and supportive of each other, your honor đ„ș trust me đ I know it to be true
THESE ARE ALL SOOOOOO REAL OMFG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW REAL YOU ARE FOR THISSSS - mod ena
OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH also wait rq does anyone remember Tsukasa SCREAMING "LEO/NEEEEED AAAAUIFUFU" because it lives in my head rent free. I love them all being friends and being supportive -đŠ
THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAARJFHDJFHFH I WILL LITERALLY CRY/pos mizuki making leo/need mvs.......... who meets them first who do they get to give the mvs to do they like them i need to knOW /nf - đ
as mod rui him liking nightcord should be canon. their songs are perfect background music and also just perfect in general. these are all so cute rhhrgrhrhrhgr biting you /pos â đ
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dead poets as song lyrics pt.3-
todd: blue skies turn to grey now // my eyes turn to rain clouds // and iâm tired // itâs been three weeks since youâve left me // so tonight iâm feeling empty // i donât know why // we were nine clouds high, then we fell down // nowhere to hide, caught in the fallout // and i canât lie, wish youâd call now // for one more time // one more time //
charlie: iâm not sad but iâm not exactly happy yet either // unless i live forever, i have to keep writing this sh!t // my biggest fear is that i will be forgotten // the grass will grow over my gravestone and nobody will bother // you know the beautiful thoughts you always think? // nobody will hear them again //Â
neil: iâm just a tenant paying rent inside this body and i // got two windows and those windows, well i call them my eyes // iâm just going where the wind blows, i donât get to decide // sometimes i think too much // yeah, i get so caught up // iâm always stuck in my head // i wish i could escape // i tried to yesterday // took all the sheets of my bed // then i tied up my linen with five strips of ribbon i found // scaled the side of a building, i ran to the hills tilâ they found me // and they put me back in my cell, all by myself //
knox: oh, i fell for your charm // i was so infatuated // but you left me in the dark, and my heart completely vacant // and now i donât know // is your heart just preconditioned for brevity? // i donât mean to accuse you of refusing longevity // but i can not excuse you for abusing my empathy // my empathy // i can take rejection // but you gave the impression that this was the inception of something real //
cameron: i know iâm not as cool as iâd like me to be // but why do you feel so down again? // i know iâm not a very good friend // why do you feel so down? // sure, thatâs not something iâd stick around for // why do you feel so down? //Â
pitts: a couple whiskey and cigarettes // i got a few things to get up off my chest // iâve been knee-deep in my regrets // iâm missing home // and if i go back, i might not like // where my heads at every night // i feel a semblance of where iâd like to go //Â
meeks: thought if we were free for a night // weâd make it right // live in peace // not bleed // heaven cries // and buries my hope for all the people // who are here to live and die // yeah tell all the people // thereâs no need to dim the lights to hide // just live and die //
edit:
toddâs song: âitâs raining, itâs pouringâ by anson seabra
charlieâs song: âfentanylâ by mccafferty
neilâs song: âmind is a prisonâ by alec benjamin
knoxâs song: âthe way you feltâ by alex benjamin
cameronâs song: âwhy do you feel so downâ by declan mckenna
meeks song: âlive and dieâ by gina dirawi
pitts song: âwhiskey & cigarettesâ by chance peña
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Ello I have a question.
Where do you get you inspiration and ideas for writing your first.
I personally have to walk around and look at stuff till I find inspiration but others find inspiration in others work.
Genuinely curious:^>
Hello hello!
I really wish I had a solid answer to thisâŠI mean, usually I just kinda daydream up an AU with very little specific inspiration. Maybe seeing a certain fanart or watching some compilation videos, stuff like that. Once Iâve STARTED on an AU then Iâll usually make a playlist for it. As I listen to music, Iâll try to find songs that seem to fit with the AU and add them to the playlist. I also love scrolling through prompt blogs! Even if I donât end up fulfilling the specific prompts, they always give me great ideas! And I think they just kinda live in my head rent free, so ideas will pop up out of the blue all the time, sometimes itâs simple as that!
Hope this was a decent answer đ thanks for coming by to say hi! đ
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Hi! I really love your art. There's a certain haunting beauty about it. I was wondering how you got started in art and maybe what inspired you. I can't stress enough the hauntingly beautiful aspect of your art. Some pieces terrify me but they're really just so beautiful to look at đ
hey!!! ahhhh thank you so much for your kind words, anon!! its a relief to know that im not the only one who finds my silly draiwings scary phphp
i've started to draw just like most of the folk i think?? by filling my university notebooks with super funny-looking and super anatomically incorrect sketches of my beloved oc phph i tried to work with oil but zero waste movement quickly got me and since then im drawing digital stuff only.
missing the feeling of paint on your hands face clothes and sometimes eyes tbh but also wow oil is expensive!! ÎŁ(-á·
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phphpt my memory is bad. like bad bad. i remember having that burning feeling when i looked at something beautiful and i wanted to like...eat it? make it myself and no one elses? not very practical reply phphp sorry! i also really loved to watch film that i've already mentioned before - macbeth (2015) - its a treat for your eyes and ears trust me!! trailer still giving me a goosebombs!
zdzislaw beksinski live in my head rent free since i was a pre-teen and im 1000% sure i'll die thinking about one of his paintings somewhere at the back of my mind. just look at this! man knew how to use a brush like no one else (ÂŽ Ë `).ïœĄoO ( ⥠)
sigur rĂłs music and video clips are definetelly changed a lot in me. watching ekki mĂșkk and all alright made me choke from tears and be speechless for days!
later in life i accidentaly went on the concert where at night - jambinai was part of the perfomance and their music hypnotized me just like all the moths around were hypnotized by the stage lights. i dont even remember what i was doing! just standing there absolutely still, looking at them playing phphp i probably looked like a creppy stalker (âêâê)ââ**ââ
but they make incredibly beautiful and sad music, and their connection song, if i get the meaning of it right, about people with disabilities and it always was important theme for me âĄ
from lately discovered sources of inspiration can reccomend little games i found on itch!
2:22 AM, how we know we're alive and NORTH!
they're all pretty short from 20 minutes to 2 hours, but use every minute of their time!
ahhh hope it wasnt too much of an info dump and maybe someone find a familiar name here or discover something new for themselves! thank you again anon for your super cute and nice ask!! and thanks everyone to reading all this mess! have an awesome day!! |Žïœïœ„)ïŸâȘ
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Getting to know you ask meme
Tagged by @tired-reader-writer
Last song: Run For Roses by NMIXX
Such a banger! The harmonies, their voices in general (Haewon my beloved~), the instrumantel?? ugh! Lives rent free in my head!
Also! Haewons voice is somewhat how I picture Azars voice (at least when singing). Her tone and voice colour is just so beautiful! This song will also go in the AU playlist lol
Here is a Voice Cam of Haewon were her vocals are a little bit highlighted from the rest. You can still here the others though.
Last movie/TV show: The Grand Budapest Hotel
Such a fun movie! Watched it with my parents on New Years Eve. Such a perfect mix of silly and serious. Sometimes you laugh until you can't breath, others you feel like curling up into a ball and just cry. It is a story in a story in a story in a story.
So, to break it down is: we start with a girl reading a book by the bust of the author in a graveyard. We then listen to the author talking about an interview that is basically the book. We then switch to the younger self of the author (Jude Law) when he conducts the interview with the owner of the Grand Budapest Hotel. We then switch to the time when the owner was just a page/footboy (Tony Revelori) and telling the story of Gustave (Ralph Fiennes)- the concierge and later former owner of the Hotel. We then ping pong between the interview and the story told by the owner. It is told in five chapters. (Rant end!)
Sweet/spicy/savory: Leaning more to savory.
But also like sweet a lot! Spicy is my nemesis. I am so white i can't handel most spices lol. But I'm training my body to handel more!
Relationship status: Very, Very single
I am wishing/hoping for a relationship, though it is not my priority. In the mean time, I'm very hapy with my fictonal crushes lol
Last thing I googled: The Grand Budapest Hotel
Besides that it is 'google scholar' (for my term paper) and 'star wars rebels manag read online'. Have yet to watch the show but I do like the manga version of it.
Current obsession: There is alot!
Arslan Senki (obviusly), my AU, Horizon Forbidden West (RIP Lance Reddick), Otoyomegatrai (a new chapter just came out!), Haikyuu... and this is only like the tip of the iceberg for reading/video game stuff! But if I write down more we would be here for an eternity lol.
I also have discovered book nooks and have started to build one since last summer (had to stop due to space for our christmas tree).
Last book: Wolkenschloss (A castle in the Sky) by Kerstin Gier
Have given up on it rather early on. I'm just no longer in the targeted audience and I notice that while reading which sadly sours the reading experience. I just cringe at some things that I might have liked when I was around 15 or so.
But before that I finished reading the first book of the Temeraire series - His Majesty's Dragon and have the next two volumes waiting for me. I had started it back in high school and wanted to read it again. It is so much fun and it's baiscally - what if there were dragons around the time Napoleon waged his wars (so in the 19th century) and there were riders for them and we focus on one (1) british navy soldier who got (unwillingly) adopted by a dragon freshly hetched from it's egg. And maybe, just maybe, said dragon might be a very rare one!
(Also another point for the Temeraire series is that the author is Naomi Novik - one of the co-founders of our beloved and one and only AO3!)
Looking forward to: being done with my term paper
I have a lot of problems with it as it is my first one and I have no idea what I'm doing (I have talked with my tutoress and asked others about it but I just have to figure shit out as I go). I just want to create art and continue my AUs! I want to post my first chapter! maaaaan we need more hours in the day for just relaxing and hobbies
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@whenskiesaregreyy @welome-bob and basically anyone who wants to join in.
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i looove kbands!! i also like day6, and the rose has some good music too (i liked their recent album a lot). i'm actually seeing n.flying in concert in jan so now i need to learn their names before then haha though they only have 5 members i think (lol the way i think anything less than 8 or 9 members is "not that much" anymore đ)
i had the same issue with hxh, though it was really good when i finally got around to watching it! i prefer the shorter shows (which is kinda why i like kdramas now, cuz they usually end around 16 episodes as opposed to american shows where they sometimes go on for years and years lol), sometimes it just feels overwhelming to have so many episodes to watch all at once. and i loved fullmetal alchemist brotherhood!! it made me cry haha
sorry that chan question i asked last time is a big one to answer hahaha đ instead, here is a video made for me and you LOL (alright mainly me, but chan looks SO GOOD in that outfit phew)
and some random questions...1) what are your 3 favorite colors if you had to choose, and 2) what are 3 things you're looking forward to in the next week? :D hope your day/night is going well <3
Kbands are so fun!!! I listen to a little bit of a lot of them, Day6 is definitely up there for me, as is the The Rose though I'm behind on their music, and N.flying is very fun! My favorite kband right now is Xdinary Heroes, they're so good!!! Haha I feel that... To me 5 members isn't bad at all, it's a pretty easy number. That's really cool that you get to see them live!!! I hope you have a great time!
Yeah I feel that, sometimes even if it's really good, a really long show can be a lot! FMA is so good but also so dark. I really appreciate the balance, but getting through the beginning is hard when it's so sad! đ
No it's okay! It's a good question, things just got a little crazy for me so I didn't quite have it in me, but I can definitely make a list of some of my favorites!!! Haha yes their Waiting for Us outfits were so nice, I'm such a sucker for a button up shirt. đ
I'm putting the rest under a read more so this doesn't get too long!
Okay here are some moments in no particular order:
This whole vlive is so funny!!!
Chan singing Bubblegum K.K. đ„ș
This dance cover??? Hello???
This song is so pretty I love his voice!!!
This is so funny!!!
Puppy interview!!!!!!!!!!!
His trip back to Australia, I got so emotional seeing him back there, it was everything! đ
Any time he smiles, I love his smile so much it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy!
Ooo I really like blues, navy blue and sky blue especially! I also like a nice soft purple, and a gentle green can be nice! But blue is my top favorite. đ Next week...? Haha welllllllll. Oof that's kind of a hard one. I work the 13th through the 24th with no days off so uh. Yeah. But it is nice that Christmas is getting closer, I'll get to see family! I'm also taking myself out for boba at some point next week so that will be nice! How about you? And I hope your day/night is going well as well!
Too many vlive clips to list them all but I love his dad jokes and cute moments! Also when he makes references to stuff that I grew up with (like Sesame Street or The Wiggles I get very mushy đ„ș, I'm a nostalgia sap)
The way Chan growls his lines in Charmer live feels like a personal attack to me
Everything about KCON LA 22... His looks (all of them!!!), being a cute MC, the way he performed, of my gosh that KCON will live rent free in my head forever
The rest of these are fancams
Vampire Thunderous - I'm generally neutral on vampires but he looks so good oh my goodness he looks so good... And the way he keeps smiling is so cute. đ„ș
Maniac - I just think this is a really nice look for him, and I like how he sounds a little more growly in this performance (I may perhaps have a weakness for the way he's growlier performing live...)
All In 1 - I like this look on him a lot đđ
All In 2 - another fun outfit
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may i ask you questions 1,15,18 and 19 from the captain swan christmas ask game that was floating around?
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Absolutely! Thank you for the ask!
1 - How long have you been a OUAT fan?
I started watching as it was released, eleven years ago. And, I adored it. But, some life events occurred and situations changed and I failed to pick it back up until this year. We have Disney + b/c children and it popped up there. I love fairytale retellings, especially when the villain is given depth. So, I picked it back up and have rewatched it three times? Some episodes four times, since August/September. It and Miranda are my comfort shows, so the rewatch numbers are going to be ridiculous very soon. ha
15 - Favourite Christmas Song
This just changed this year - "Snow Waltz" by Lindsey Stirling
18 - Do you have any Captain Swan Christmas headcanons?
If you haven't seen Kazzy's answers to this, I point you that way b/c those have been living (rent-free) in my head since she shared them.
Original HC though...
Killian always gets the best gifts. Not necessarily big or extravagant but always something that means so much to Emma. Emma gives gifts that are practical. Killian adores them and uses them endlessly and dramatically so Emma knows he likes them.
Regina, the Charmings, and the Swan/Jones get together on Christmas Eve for a late family lunch. Killian makes everyone breakfast while they all cook. Regina makes the centrepiece of the meal and she is an outstanding cook. Snow makes pies - not apple - and desserts and they are wonderful. David makes a spiced cider to warm everyone up - one for the kids and one for adults. Emma brings a side dish that she picked up at Granny's the night before and put in her own dish to reheat when everyone starts cooking together. Everyone knows she doesn't cook it, but no one calls her out. They play Christmas music in the background and trade homemade gifts afterwards. (Snow - knitting, David - woodwork, Emma - painting, Killian - leatherworking, Henry - stories, Prince Neal - fingerprinting that Snow clearly helped with, Hope - drawing with crayons that she didn't let anyone help with)
19 - Favorite Captain Swan headcanons in general?
Killian and Emma have watched every Peter Pan retelling, cartoon, etc, and Killian vehemently discusses his portrayal in the media. Sometimes Emma will mutter "tick-tock" just to rile him up again.
Killian doesn't work at the sheriff's office long, he finds it stifling. He ends up being a SAHD with Hope. They go to parks, go sailing, and have an adventure every day.
Killian cooks. He is very good at it. Emma has gotten very good at very specific snack items - making popcorn on the stove, grilled cheese, etc.
I should probably actually get some work done this morning, so I will leave us there.
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yesterday i was thinking about my girl, well, she's not exactly my girl but i still don't know how to call her, but whatever, and i was thinking about taylor swift songs and which one of her songs i would recommend to her, but considering that ill never show this to her and i hope she'll never find this post so im leaving here all the songs i associate with her or that i would recommend and the reasons in no particular order
afterglow: the part where taylor said "i blew things out of proportion and now youre blue" its entirely on my part, i interpreted things in a way and it wasn't and i wish it things could be the way i wish, but the rest of the song is fully for her, with the exception of the small part "it's so excruciating to see you low" because it pretty much cause me physical pain to see her upset or sad with anything and not be able to do nothing
call it what you want: i think its a beautiful song and the part that says "i want to wear his initial on a chain around my neck/not because he owns me but cause he really knows me", i would definitely wear her initial on a chain around my neck, and even though its not the reason for my recommendation, its because i would like her to feel loved the way joe loves taylor
anti hero: just for her to know how i feel sometimes, but when im around her im just so happy and so glad that i stay on that state of just happiness even after she's gone
false god: im not sure about this one precisely but i think she would like because its not the usual pop song and the lyrics is awesome
cruel summer: another one i dont know why, but its one of my favorite song's of taylor and theres a lot to say about how this song pass the vibe of summer in italy, eating gelato and drinking wine
you are in love: this one its pretty obvious because i am in love and i think this song resume pretty well that
delicate: because we still aren't friends but we're more than colleagues and things are delicate, and specially the part where taylor asks "is it chill that you're in my head?" because she lives rent free on my mind
gorgeous: "you should think about the consequences of your magnetic field being a little too strong" every time im around her im gravitating toward her, im always paying attention on her and she is gorgeous, and this song hits different after the time we spent talking
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Nightly Visits
John Pruitt (Father Paul) x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: MIDNIGHT MASS SPOILERS, probably a lot of religious undertones that I got wrong, a priest breaking his vows, the reader is not religious but goes to the church in curiousity, lots of religion talk
Authorâs Note: Yâall asked and yâall shall receive lol. Iâm sorry if I messed up any of the religion stuff, feel free to let me know if I did! I tried to be as respectful as possible but I honestly donât know enough about it to be certain. (I know @countbeanieboo and @katie-lynnc wanted a father paul fic so I hope you donât mind me tagging you!)
Summary: You come to the island for a week vacation and wander around out night before finding yourself at the church.
Song: Take me to church by hozier (yall already know)
I donât own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
Crockett Island was not the dreamy getaway that you had imagined but it would have to do. It was affordable and it was secluded. If you were going to get away, you may as well go where thereâs nothing but water for thirty miles on either side.
You had your phone up to your ear as you looked out at the waves crashing against the shore. The ferry that had brought you hadnât even left yet, the reminisce of its movement evident in the water movements.
âSo? Whatâs it like out there in Jesus town?â your friend Amanda asked into your ear. You looked around, holding your jacket closed.
âI just got here. But it isnât exactly the sunny resort I wanted.â
âWell remember, it was all you could afford right now. I told you to save up but no, you had to go now. Regardless, just try and breathe in that salty air and forget about life over here on the mainland for a while.â You nodded a bit to yourself. She was right. You just needed to let go.
âI will. Iâll text you when Iâm all settled in.â
âDonât get roped into the church out there! I hear itâs very clingy.â You rolled your eyes and hung up. Maybe you would check out the church. It couldnât hurt. Maybe it would actually but you shoved it aside. You had a house to find.
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It didnât take you long before you came across the house that you were renting for the week. You were just renting the basement of a woman that already lived there. It was one of the only ways to stay on the island. There were no hotels or motels. The only way you were able to get over and stay was to find someone who was willing to do a sort of air bnb situation.
âI have no idea why youâre staying here,â Erin Greene said, shaking her head as she set the table for two. âThere isnât much to do.â
âI just wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of work,â you admitted. You and Erin had hit it off over the phone. Apparently she had a baby on the way and was eager to get in some extra cash other than her teaching job.
âWell you could have gone to Hawaii.â
âThat is so expensive,â you said, shaking your head light heartedly. âI just needed to be out of my own life.â She placed down your plate and met your eyes.
âWell welcome to my life. Itâs very uneventful. The only thing people do on this island is go to church and fish,â she explained.
âThat is the exact kind of thing I need right now.â Erin had graciously made dinner, though you had offered a couple times.
âAre you Catholic?â she asked innocently. You shrugged.
âIâve never really believed in anything. So no I guess.â
âMaybe you oughta go sometime. Just try it out.â She shrugged. âItâs not for everyone but if you wanna really live the Crockett Island life, you canât go without it.â
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When night came later you found yourself unable to sleep. You tossed and turned in the cot that Erin had gotten out of you. You were perfectly comfortable but your mind just wouldnât shut off. You blamed it on the unfamiliar setting.
You tossed on a hoodie and slipped on your shoes before going through the basement door out to the cold outside. It was chilly by the sea.
You werenât sure where you thought you were going when you started walking but you just started to go. You had your phone on you in case you got lost. You walked along the side of the quiet roads into town.
Everything was shut down. The whole town was probably asleep. Though you were alone, you didnât feel lonely. There was something comforting about being surrounded by so many people who felt safe enough to leave their doors open. You had your hands shoved in your pockets as you looked up at the shining night stars.
Through the darkness of the closed down shops and stores, there was a blazing light. By the cross at the front you figured it was the church.
You werenât sure what it was that drew you to it. At the time, you wondered if maybe it was truly the pull of God. Maybe you just needed to believe in something. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was the only thing lighting up.
After everything though, you knew it was him.
You walked through the front doors, welcomed by the warm glow of candle light. You shivered, adjusting to the lack of cold and you sat in the back pews, looking up at the altar. You had been in a church before but never alone. It was an odd feeling. Like there was some sort of static electricity in the air.
You sat there for a moment in silence with yourself. You could feel your eyes drooping.
The front double doors opened, causing you to jump out of your skin. You turned around and met the eyes of John Pruitt for the first time. He looked equally surprised to see you.
âItâs late,â he said dumbly. You nodded.
âIâm sorry, should I not be here? Iâm notâŠâ You laughed gently and stood up. âIâm not religious.â
âYouâre not a local,â he said. He wasnât wearing a collar to indicate he was any kind of priest. He was wearing what looked to be pyjamas. He extended his hand to you and you shook it.
âNo, no Iâm actually staying here for the week. Y/N.â
âFather Paul.â Your eyes went wide.
âOh youâre- nice to meet you. Iâm sorry for barging in here so late I just couldnât sleep.â He shook his head gently.
âNo, never apologize for coming here. The doors are always open to those who need it.â His smile was warm and inviting. You wondered if that was a priest thing or maybe it was just a Paul thing.
âThank you,â you said and you meant it. âCan I ask what youâre doing here so late?â Paul shrugged his shoulders, holding his arms.
âI didnât feel good. Hoping to pray the pain away,â he said honestly.
âI can understand that.â He gestured to the front of the building.
âWould you like to sit with me? You donât have to pray if you donât want to. But I could use the company.â You thought about it for a moment and figured you didnât have anything better to do. You nodded once and he smiled gently, walking up to the front of the room. He sat at the front pew and you sat beside him.
He closed his eyes and interlocked his fingers. You felt a tad awkward, like you were intruding on a personal moment. You looked forward and closed your eyes to give him some privacy.
You sat there together in a comfortable silence for what felt like forever. You could have lived in that moment forever, you found yourself thinking. This is what you were looking for. A moment where your brain could just exist. No thinking about the future or worrying about the past. Just...a comfortable place to sit.
When you opened your eyes again Paul had his eyes open.
âSorry, I didnât want to ruin your moment.â
âOh no I wasnât...yeah I was having a moment,â you admitted. He smiled warmly.
âThis place has that effect.â
âI think it mightâve been you Paul.â You pursed your lips. âOr Father? Father Paul? Iâm sorry Iâm truly awful with this stuff.â He shook his head, a gentle look on his face.
âYou only have to call me Father if you want to. But Paul is fine too.â You nodded once, looking down at your hands.
âDo you feel better?â He shrugged.
âBetter enough. How about you? Did you find what you came for?â
âYou know what? I think I did.â
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Erin was surprised when on Sunday morning you asked to go with her to church.
âI thought you said you werenât-â
âIâm open to new things Erin,â you had said.
Now here you were, stuffed into the seats alongside the rest of the town. The church looked very different in the daylight. The stillness and static was all but gone. You had to admit, perhaps a midnight mass would be better suited to you. Erin gave you a run down on how to be respectful and you did everything you needed to.
Paul was happy to see you there. Very happy. His eyes barely left you the whole time he spoke, like he was preaching directly to you. At the end of the service plenty of people had gone up to speak to him so you decided to slip out quietly but before you could leave he called your name.
âY/N!â You turned, trying to pretend you hadnât been wishing he would call your name.
âPaul! Father Paul,â you corrected. âThe collar looks nice on you.â He flushed.
âIâm glad you decided to come this morning. What did you think?â
âNot bad. Though I donât know if itâs exactly for me.â He nodded.
âIt isnât for everyone,â he admitted. âIâm happy you gave it a fair shot though.â
âErin is about to leave so I have to go but...but Iâll see you tonight?â He gave you a gentle secret nod. You turned on your heels and walked out the front door where Erin was waiting for you. She nudged you, laughing.
âIf you sleep with the priest I think this whole town might have it out for you,â she said, laughing.
âIâm not gonna sleep with the priest. I canât do that right? Thatâs like, against the rules?â She scoffed.
âAh so you were wondering!â
âMaybe a bit.â
âYes, youâre right. He canât have romantic relationships. Itâs a sin.â You nodded once and glanced back at the church as you got into her car.
âGood to know.â
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When you approached the church later that night Father Paul was already standing outside waiting for you.
âItâs cold. You could have gone inside,â you said. You were holding yourself. Despite the winter coat you were still freezing. He shook his head.
âI thought we could not go to church tonight if you donât mind.â You raised your chin.
âWhy?â
âI spend my whole day in there. I would rather us go somewhere else. I live just over there and I can make a mean cup of hot chocolate.â You smiled.
âYouâve convinced me.â
The two of you walked over to the small home that was next to the church and he let you inside.
âIf Beverly Keane sees you, you might be crucified,â he said as you walked inside. You scoffed.
âThat sounds bad. Why would she do that?â
âShe would jump to conclusions. A man and woman in the same home at night. Sheâs that kind of woman. I think she wants so badly for things to be true sometimes she single handedly brings them into fruition. The good and the bad,â he said absentmindedly. He started to make the hot coco. You sat down at the table behind him. He had left his collar off, wearing regular clothing again.
âThen I hope she didnât see. I wouldnât want you getting into trouble.â
âIâm the only priest this island has. I think Iâll be alright,â he said gently. He stirred and handed you the cup he had just made. You let the warm liquid touch your lips and felt it fall down your throat pleasantly. âCan I ask you a question?â
You nodded.
âSure.â
âWhy arenât you religious?â You shrugged.
âI never put much thought into it I suppose. The whole thing. The world, the Earth. I was taught science, I wasnât raised in a religious household. It was just never a concern. I suppose it could be the same reason you are religious. Were you grown into it? Perhaps it was an event?â He nodded once. He cleared his throat.
âYou would be right.â
âItâs just a matter of the life youâve lived,â you said finally. You looked into each otherâs eyes. You wondered if he had ever kissed anyone. You hoped he had. Those lips looked easy to kiss, nice. You tried not to imagine it.
âThe world forces you to become one way by forcing experiences onto you.â
âI suppose so. This hot coco is really good.â
âThank you. Iâve been making it for years.â He sat down beside you and put his cup down. Your breathing was shallow. His hand was just beside yours, barely touching. You were both staring at your hands. It was almost like you were begging them to move, like it wasnât a part of your body but instead a show you saw.
Paul put his pinky finger on top of yours and you interlinked them.
âHow long are you on the island?â
âA week.â
âAnd then I will likely never see you again.â
âItâs possible.â
He put your hand to his lips and you tried to suppress a gasp but it didnât work that well. His eyes were closed like he was thinking really hard about something. When they opened again he met yours.
And then he was kissing you.
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Erin put the eggs on your plate. You rubbed your eyes.
âLate night?â she asked, confused. You nodded.
âThank you for making breakfast.â
âWhat do you get up to when you leave that late? The only thing open is the-â She paused. She put the pan down. She put the spoon in the pan. âDid...did youâŠ.â
âNo, no of course not.â
Something had happened. She wasnât sure what. But something.
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àčđđđđđđđđ : Draken x Black! Reader, Nahoya âSmileyâ x Black! Reader, Mitsuya x Black! Reader, Kazutora Black! Reader
àčđđđđđ : Major Fluff
ïżŒàčđđđđđđđđ : mild cursing + manga spoilers in kazutoraâs part
àčđ/đ : when i tell u this has been living in my head rent free,,, ive been DYING to write it and now it is heaaaađ©đ© !! hope you enjoy!!
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â off the bat Iâd like to say heâd very much stare for a quick min beforehand realize what he doin
â he dropped you off at the salon and then took off figuring that itâs gonna take you a while
â and you being the independent bitch you are decided to not call him when you finished
â you wanted to suprise him plus the place wasnât far from your house anyways
â what you did not anticipate though was to be standing in front of the leaders and vice leaders of toman whom were jus casually sitting in the park
â draken looked at you and his eyes widened
â he was staring respectfully
â and best believe all the boys sitting around him were snickering at the face he was making
â he blinked a couple times before walking towards you
â he wrapped his hands around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest
â âwhy didnât you tell me you were finished, I wouldâve come to get youâ
â âthe place isnât far from home plus I wanted to surprise you. Do you like it?â
â âmhm. Is that my hair color?â
â âyes it is. It was inspired by youâ
â you looked at him and smiled as you said that
â âheh. Well you look very pretty babe. And if your doing you hair again, you should use my hair color again. I love itâ he whispered to you
â ofc you started cheesing and nodded at him
â and expect for one or two pics of you with the hair style to be in his phone
â but heâd just stare and you with the softest look on his face
â and sometimes when youâre either talking to somebody else or youâre busy with something and heâs near you, heâd past by you and whisper something like âyour so fucking pretty you know that?â or âcanât look away youâre a distractionâ
â overall heâd admire you a lot
â he just loves looking at you with the your hair cuz he finds you so beautiful he just canât look away
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â oh lord
â all I can say that heâd definitely be intrigued
â you had told him that you wouldnât see him for the day since youâd be busy
â ofc he found this a little strange but nonetheless he understood
â so when you pulled up to a toman meeting the next day, Emma and hina literally started squealing
â you had to stand outside til the meeting was over so he hadnât seen you yet
â and granted the gang inside knew something happened because the two girls outside with you squealed a little too loud when they saw you
â so now everybody was suspicious
â but the meeting continued
â anyways when the meeting ended the two girls pushed you behind them to hide you until your boyfriend came out
â the last people to come out were the captains and vice captains
â so when they come out to see Emma and Hina huddled up close together they looking at each other like âwhat the fuck are they doingâ
â âsmileyâ Emma called out
â âhmâ he answered, kinda thrown off by her calling out to him
â âwhereâs y/n?â she asked, trying not to smile
â âoh I donât know I havenât seen her since yesterday. I was just about to go to her house now. Why?â He answered
â âWell~â Hina said in a sing song voice
â âYâall stop shh donâtââ you started but were cut off when both girls shoved you in front of them
â you stood there in silence with your hair covering a portion your face
â there was silence and it was loud
â nobody said a thing
â you looked up to see smileyâs eyes open and looking at you
â âhiii babeee..~â you said anxiously because of the eyes on you
â âyour hairâ smiley said with his smile growing bigger and slight blush on his face
â âyeah I took inspo off you. Like it?â You asked
â he went and picked you up and walked away from the group of boys and girls still standing there
â âdamn right. You love me so much that you you get my hair color for your hair huh?â He said teasingly
â âmmcht. I ainât letting you tease me. But yes I love you stupidâ you answered
â he smiled widely at this.
â but chile heâd be so possessive
â everytime youâre with him and he sees people staring, heâd stand behind you and rest his head on your shoulder while looking them dead in the eyes and smile
â and heâs always playing with your hair
â heâs just so happy that you did it cuz now it can let people know youâre with him
â and we all know heâs a possessive little bitch
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â omg this sweetheart
â I love this man so much omg
â heâd be thrown off by it but heâd love it too
â like so much
â you go to school together and letâs say itâs the weekend
â mitsuya got things to do and so do you
â so the both of you agree to see each other on Monday
â so you got your hair done cuz letâs be honest
â canât go nowhere lookin homeless
â so when you go to school everybody was looking at you
â you walked in and when to the club room to where mitsuya usual is in the morning before school starts
â âbabe? You in here?â You said walking into the room
â âyeah Iâm right here good morniââ he answered but stopped suddenly when he turned around and looked at you
â one word. Red.
â it took him by suprise so much that he blushed profusely
â âTakashi? Are you ok?â You said walking towards him
â âI like your hair.. is that my hair color?â He asked trying to calm himself down
â âmhm. your hairâs jus so pretty so of course I had to try it outâ
â he pulled your arm and wrapped his hand around your waist and hugged you
â âyou look really pretty.. I love itâ he mumbled into your hair
â ânow letâs go to class before weâre lateâ
â but he would definitely get distracted if you two were in the same class
â and when you go to lunch he always has his hand around your shoulder to make rest on his shoulder
â overall just thinks youâre so pretty that itâs always distracting him
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â oh this boy
â oh pls do this for him pls do it
â he deserves it
â say itâs one of those times heâs in jail and you go to visit him
â you walk in and sit down at the booth and waited for them to bring him out
â when they did you looked over at him and smiled
â âhi babe how ya been in here?â You said smiling at him
â before he even sat down he froze
â âbabe.. your hair.. did you..?â He started as he finally sat down
â âyup! your hairâs jus so cool and I decided to steal it from youâ you said
â he smiled and blushed
â âthanks babe,, mâglad I still have youâ he said while looking down
â you looked at him softly
â âyou know I got you bae and stay strong in here ok. If you donât Iâll end up in here for beating yo ass hear me nigga?â you said teasing
â he laughed and nodded
â âmhm babe I hear yaâ he said laughing
â âIâll be here for you, you know that and also Iâm keeping this style for everytime I come to see youâ you said happily
â âmhm.. I love you and thanks for visiting meâ he said
â âoh and ya keep the hair,, you look so pretty with itâ he continued
â you smiled and nodded at him
â the security guard blew a whistle which meant kazutora had to go back to his cell
â âbye babe love youâ he said as the guard came to get him
â âlove you too babeâ you smiled at him and got up to leave, waving at him
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Prompt idea: Geralt gets a contract for a monster that has been sighted nearby. When he tracks it down, he is surprised to find mothman!Jaskier who (much like actual mothman) has an ass that wonât quit.
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I just want you to know that Mothskier now lives in my head rent free 24/7. I love him. I would die for him. This is my new favorite emotional support au.
2k-ish words - please feel free to shove comments through the bars of my enclosure, I would really like that
art by the ever-wonderful @mawbwehownets, whose drawing of Mothskier made me legit cry.
tw: mild injury, brief blood mention, strangers to lovers
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âSo what youâre saying,â Geralt raises an eyebrow slowly, curious, âIs that you need me to catch a monster thatâs half man and half moth?â
âYup.â
âAlright,â Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. The frustrated Witcher takes a slow breath to calm and center himself, before he ends up botching the entire contract-writing process. Humans tend to grow attached to the strangest monsters sometimes, and apparently this mysterious local being was no different. âLet me get this totally straight, so there are no mistakes or misunderstandings. You want me to capture this man-moth and get it out of your woods, but you donât want me to kill it?â
âHeâs called the Mothman, and heâs pretty damn stubborn about sticking around,â the aging farmer corrects Geralt with a little frown. Then his expression shifts and he smiles in a way that seems almost apologetic. âWe were hoping you could find a way to relocate him without hurting or killing him, Master Witcher.â
âThatâs completely possible, if he isnât attached to this specific patch trees by any magical or biological means. You said his natural habitat is just⊠the forest?â
âAs long as there's an abundance of pine around he seems pretty happy. Before he came to live with us, Mothman lived in a heavily forested area up the coast; or at least thatâs what the historical records and local mythology seem to indicate.â
âThatâs actually pretty helpful information to have on hand, Iâm impressed,â Geralt nods. âAlright, Mr. Stevens. I promise to relocate the poor thing without killing or maiming him, and Iâll be sure to take him somewhere far enough away that your crops wonât be in danger. Thanks for calling me first instead of just going straight to an extermination service.â
âHonestly, Master Witcher,â the farmer sighs and readjusts his dirty baseball hat, âIf it werenât for the mischief heâs been getting into lately, we would have let him stick around until spring. I hate to admit it to a man as strong and stern-faced as yourself, but the poor creature is almost⊠adorable at times.â
âWell thatâs a first,â Geralt chuckles, honestly amused by the situation heâs found himself in. âA monster being referred to as âadorableâ rather than âterrifyingâ. Iâve never heard such a thing in my many years of life.â
âThen youâd better prepare yourself, Sir Geralt. Heâs got a pair of big blue puppy-dog eyes thatâll knock you on your ass if you arenât careful. And thatâs coming from a man who raised three daughters with dimples.â
âHmm. Fuck.â
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Geralt knows enough about moths to come up with a plan he thinks will work.
Before he heads into the woods to find and capture the poor wandering creature, the Witcher takes a detour through the lighting section of the nearest Loweâs.
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Unfortunately for Geralt, the farmer was right about the power of Mothmanâs puppy dog eyes, which are big and blue and begin to water as soon as the Witcherâs net knocks him to the ground. The creature lies in a whimpering tangle of limbs beneath the heavy, magically enhanced restraints. Geralt takes an opportunity to look at what the locals called "a cryptid".
Mothman has a long, lithe body that's covered in a light layer of grey-brown fur, but his hair resembles that of a humanâs, falling over those enormous blue eyes in a lovely chestnut fringe. When Mothman sees the swords on Geraltâs back he cries out in panicked recognition and tries to pull his arms up far enough to shield his face. The lamp Geralt used to lure him into the clearing is still bathing him in a pool of yellow light; itâs almost pretty for a monster, Geralt notes.
As the Witcher takes a step forward, the cryptid squeaks and buries his face against his own shoulder. His entire frame is trembling.
âHey there, shhhhh,â the Witcher murmurs quietly. He drops into a squat and holds both hands up to show Mothman that theyâre weapon free. Tears are now falling freely down the creatureâs surprisingly human face; whoever or whatever this is, they are likely some kind of Fae. âIâm not here to hurt you, I just want to get you back through the veil.â
âLiar,â Mothman huffs. His voice has a surprisingly musical quality to it and Geralt is now sure of his Fae parentage (or grand-parentage).
âI promise Iâm not lying,â Geralt reassures him, slowly crawling forward. When he reaches for the nearest corner of the net, he feels all of Mothmanâs muscles go tense. âIâm going to lift this up and I am going to restrain you, but I swear that Iâm not going to kill you. I wish to cause as little distress as possible. Is that alright, Mothman?â
The creature hisses and yanks his foot back away from where Geraltâs hand had nearly touched it. âJaskier.â
âHmm?â Geralt glances up, raising an eyebrow.
âMy name is Jaskier,â the Fae repeats, glaring up from between the sections of woven rope that make up the heavy net. âNot Mothman.â
âMy apologies, Jaskier,â Geralt bows his head. He words his introduction carefully, in case this thing can manipulate his name like others of his kind: âYou may refer to me as Geralt.â
âThatâs your real name,â Jaskier states. The Witcherâs head snaps up.
âHow did you know?â
âHmm,â Jaskier sticks his tongue out as he mimics the sound Geralt made earlier. âNot telli-AH! Stop! Oh go- gods, stop! Please!â
Geralt drops the short section of rope heâs trying untangle from around Jaskierâs ankle and snaps his eyes upwards, already searching for damage. âWhatâs wrong!?â
âMy wing!â Jaskier bawls. His scent spikes out through the clearing, sharp with panic and pain. The creatureâs chest begins to shake more violently than before, his shoulders shuddering with the rising force of his sobs, âItâs t-t-torn! Oh gods, my wing! Sir Witcher, p-please!â
Geralt freezes, his gaze settling on the torn section of Jaskierâs large, furry wing. Itâs a nasty wound near one of the joints, a faint trickle of barely-luminescent blood has already dried around the edges. Jaskier tries to flutter it a little and screams in agony when the muscles shift too suddenly, shrilly enough that Geralt needs to cover his hypersensitive ears. The Witcher's heart crashes down into his boots; based on the way the shivering Fae has gone pale and silent, the pain is too much for him to process. Heâs gone into shock.
A torn wing is exactly the kind of thing Geralt had promised the farmer (and the collective of townspeople he represented) wouldnât happen to the peaceful moth creature if they hired a Witcher instead of an exterminator. He sighs and gives the strange being another once-over. âEverything's alright, Jaskier. Youâre going to be alright. Iâm so, so sorry that you've been wounded. Weâll get you out of this net and get you something for the pain, but itâs going to hurt a little to untangle you. Stay still, donât struggle, and itâll be over soon.â
âJ-Just kill me,â Jaskier pants. Heâs continuing to hyperventilate and Geralt needs him to calm down before he passes out. The Fae reaches a hand for the dagger at Geralt's waist and the Witcher twists out of reach with a frown. Jaskier sobs again, fingers still seeking, âI might n-n-never fly a-again so just k-kill me!â
âBreathe with me, Jaskier,â the Witcher instructs, forgoing patience and cutting through the net with that same dagger. He scoops Jaskier up into his arms, ignoring the keening sound at the back of Jaskierâs throat when his wing is jostled, and rushes the Fae to his truck, tucking him into the passengerâs seat and wrapping him in a large, fluffy blanket. âIâm taking you to my friend. Sheâs an expert at healing magical creatures and I'm certain that she'll get your wing fixed in no time.â
Jaskier doesnât give an answer. When Geralt looks up into the creatureâs face again, the injured Fae has already passed out.
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Jaskier moves with all the grace of a newborn foal as he explores the room Geralt has provided for him. His wing has been inspected, treated, and bandaged by a rather scary sorceress named Yennefer, who glared at the Witcher the entire time she was caring for him. She had also taken one of Geraltâs old t-shirts and cut an enormous hole in the back for Jaskierâs wings to fit through. The shirtâs bottom hem falls to the middle of his thighs and the thick black material is softer than anything heâd ever felt before.
He hears a knock on the door and calls out, âItâs open!â
Geralt enters slowly, bearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a mug of tea. âI brought you some last minute supplies and - uh⊠I brought you some tea. Yen always likes some before she goes to sleep and I figured since this was a new place and new places can be scary that I should-â
âThank you,â Jaskier interrupts, smiling shyly. His antennae twitch happily as he takes the offerings from Geralt's hands and the Witcher watches them with wide eyes. Jaskier carefully sets the pajamas and the tea on the nightstand before turning back to look at Geralt. âI will⊠see you tomorrow?â
Geralt gives one sharp nod. âHmm.â
âGoodnight,â Jaskier sing-songs, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Geralt exits.
From the other side of the closed door, Jaskierâs superior hearing picks up the Witcherâs final whisper: âGoodnight, Jaskier. I will always be sorry for causing you pain.â
The next morning he meets Geralt at the breakfast table, refreshed and ready to learn about the human world. Heâs summoned a glamour in order to hide his more Moth-like traits, the only things that remain of his true nature are his wings and antennae; his fur is gone and heâs dressed in a pair of sweatpants and that same old shirt. The Witcher offers him a bowl of fruit and mug of something sweet-smelling. Jaskier glares into the mug with a slight pout to his lips before finally asking, âWhat is this?â
âHot chocolate.â
Jaskier takes a sip and his antennae flutter, twitching happily as he swallows the best drink heâs ever had in his long life. He eats a strawberry from the bowl and slowly works his way through the hot chocolate, eyeing Geralt warily as the Witcher moves through the familiar kitchen to make his own breakfast.
âWhere is Yennefer?â
âShe went home,â Geralt shrugs.
âShe isnât your mate?â
âN-No,â Geralt sputters, turning to stare at the nervous young Fae. âWhy would you think that?â
âYou smell like each other.â
âWe spend a lot of time together,â Geralt shrugs again. âGood friends, thatâs all.â
âHmm,â Jaskier mimics his host for a second time. Rather effectively by the annoyed twitch at the corner of Geraltâs mouth. âJust wondering.â
âAnything else youâre curious about?â
âWhy donât you have more lights?â
âHuh?â
âLights,â Jaskier gestures around the minimalistic layout of Geraltâs open-concept kitchen/living room and its distinctive lack of lamps. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans forward against the dark marble countertop. The pout has gone from 'slight' to 'full-bore' and Geralt is clinging desperately to his braincell with how cute it looks. âItâs no fun.â
âYou really like lamps, donât you?â the Witcher replies, mouth dry. Jaskier huffs and takes another sip of his hot chocolate, antennae flickering back and forth in irritation. Geralt bites his lip to hide a smile; itâs too fucking cute, which is an odd thought for a Witcher to have.
âSo what if I do enjoy a nice lamp or five in my living space?â Jaskier argues. "I'm a Moth of taste."
âNo matter,â Geralt laughs quietly. âFinish your drink before it gets cold.â
---
Jaskier stays with Geralt for a few weeks while his wing heals, and for a creature whose sole interest seems to be fancy light fixtures, the Fae becomes a source of light in Geralt's own world. They go to a nonhuman friendly second-hand store to find Jaskier some more clothes and Geralt discovers the cryptid's love for oddly patterned shirts in bright colors. Jaskier chooses several to fill out his closet, as well as a sweater two-sizes too large in deep black (Geralt tries his best not to attach any meaning to this choice), a few pairs of pants, and a jean jacket that he declares, "Can be altered."
They watch movies together and make food together - Jaskier is always incredibly impressed by the way the automatic coffee maker works, and how easily Geralt can control the flames of the stove. Jaskier also follows the Witcher along on less dangerous hunts and helps bandage him up after worse ones, always there with a smile and a little kiss over the cleaned-up wound.
âIt really is magic,â Jaskier always insists, lips pink and shining from licking them as he concentrates. "It makes you heal faster."
Geralt realizes one night - two weeks into Jaskierâs stay, as he leans against the doorframe and watches the strange creatureâs even breathing - that he has gone and done the stupidest thing a Witcher can do: fall in love with a pretty, temperamental young Fae. Head over fuckinâ heels, actually.
So he makes a decision.
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The next evening, after the dinner dishes have been cleaned and put away, Geralt herds Jaskier down the hall to the guest room. Those entrancing blue eyes blink up at him in obvious confusion. âBedtime already?â
âNo, not quite. I just- I made you⊠uhâŠâ
âDo you have a surprise for me?â Jaskier asks, used to the Witcher's issues with verbalizing.
Geralt nods, relieved and thankful for the Faeâs steadfast understanding. âDo you want to cover your eyes or should I just open the door and show you?â
âIâll close my eyes,â Jaskier smiles, covering his eyes with both hands. Geralt finds it adorable, as Jaskier always is, and allows himself a matching grin as he swings the door open. The ceiling light is off but Geralt has built a blanket fort at the center of the room and surrounded it with fairy lights of all colors and sizes. Inside the blanket fort is a mass of blankets and pillows; Jaskier has the odd habit of building nests - Geralt jokingly calls them cocoons - and sleeping in those on the floor instead of on the very comfortable mattress the Witcher has provided.
âOpen them,â Geralt urges.
Jaskier pulls his hands away and Geralt watches as his pupils go huge and wide. Jaskier's face breaks out in the sunniest, most blindingly happy smile Geralt has ever seen. He turns and throws his arms around the Witcher, his wings fluttering behind him and his antennae twitching and flicking above his head. He tries desperately to speak but only manages a half-snuffled little âIâm-â before bursting into tears of joy.
Geralt just holds him, letting his arms fold carefully around Jaskierâs waist, just beneath his wings.
"I just wanted you to know that, if you wanted to stay, there would be room for you. Your room, if you want it."
"I do," Jaskier smiles, burying his face in the Witcher's neck. "I'd love to stay. I'd love nothing more than to spend my days going on adventures with you."
"Well then," Geralt gathers all of his courage and presses a soft kiss to the crown of Jaskier's head. He's met with happy spasms from the antennae so he does it again. And again. Moving from the top of the Fae's head to his cheeks and then his mouth - pretty and pink and pouting and so worth the trouble. "I suppose we can get started on our next adventure tomorrow."
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School Dance - Day 25 - Maribat March
hereâs some fluff after making you all cry yesterday. @maribatmarch-2k21
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To say that Mme Bustierâs class was excited was an understatement. The students were absolutely ecstatic.
Their class trip to Gotham and tour of Gotham Academy led to an invitation to the schoolâs upcoming dance while they visited. A school dance at Gotham Academy was no laughing matter, and everyone in Bustierâs class knew it. Theyâd all packed their very best clothes and accessories, eager to fit in at the fancy affair.
Marinette was excited to wear the new dress sheâd designed, but that was about it.
Donât get her wrong, she loved visiting Gotham and she loved the dress that she made, a baby pink ruffled gown with her signature floral design embroidered on the bodice, but she didnât anticipate having much fun at this dance.
She didnât know anyone in Gotham, and her whole class was still enamored by Lila, they barely had any time for her. The only person not hanging onto the liarâs every word was Chloe, and she wasnât exactly the company Marinette wanted to keep.
Nevertheless, when the night of the dance arrived, Marinette put her dress on and got ready alone.
The other girls were all getting ready together, but she really didnât want to be around Lila. Besides, she was sure she wasnât welcome after Lila had tried to frame her for spilling her coffee the other day.
After getting dressed, she had Tikki help her put her hair in a low messy bun, letting a few wavy locks of midnight hair stick around to frame her face.
She applied her makeup, a neutral brown smokey eye and peachy pink lip gloss, as well as her accessories, a rose gold headband and a bracelet to match.
After slipping on her heels, she was ready to go.
Tikki smiled at her chosen as she stood before her.
âOh, Marinette! You look so beautiful! And so grown up!â The tiny goddess wiped a small tear from her eye.
Marinette giggled, pulling Tikki close to nuzzle her against her cheek. âThank you, Tikki. I hope tonight goes well.â
âAnything can happen in a new city. Keep an open mind tonight!â Tikki advised.
âThanks, I will.â Marinette replied, opening her small cross body for Tikki to fly into.
With a sigh, she turned off the light and left her hotel room.
The hotel lobby was full of hustle and bustle as the students of Francis Dupont chattered excitedly about the dance, all dressed in their very best.
Marinette stayed towards the back and kept to herself, waiting patiently for the transportation to arrive.
Suddenly, yells of surprise rang out from her classmates as a stretch limo pulled up in front of the hotel.
Marinette strained a bit to see it, shocked as her class that an actual limo was picking them up instead of a bus.
âCourtesy of the Waynes.â The driver announced as the students stepped into the limo.
âI canât believe the Waynes did this for us!â
âThatâs so cool!â
âWe get to ride in a limo?â
Marinette got in last, wondering who these Waynes were that everyone was talking about.
-
The hall rented for the dance was, in a word, big.
It was decorated to the nines and full of Gotham Academy students, all dressed for the occasion.
Music was already playing and tables were already full of refreshments.
The ecstatic class practically skipped into the hall, all except Marinette.
The miraculous wielder stuck behind, slowly walking in as opposed to her eager peers. She was nervous to be here.
While the rest of her friends stuck close to Lila or danced with their partners, Marinette stayed at one of the tables on the outer edge of the hall, sitting by herself.
She smiled as she watched Nino spin Alya around as the couple laughed. She was glad at least they were having fun.
She was so focused on watching her friends, she didnât notice the boy walking up to her until he sat down in the chair next to her.
âExcuse me?â The boy called, nearly startling her. She whipped her head over to look at him. He had dark hair, tan skin and the greenest eyes sheâd ever seen.
âYes?â Her voice was a little hoarse as it came out. Clearly she wasnât expecting to use it.
âI normally donât approach strangers, but it didnât sit right with me to watch you sit here all alone. May I keep you company?â The boy asked. Marinette blinked at him.
âOh, um, sure!â She gave him a smile. âThatâs very nice of you. Iâm Marinette.â She offered her hand for a shake.
âDamian.â He introduced himself, taking her offered hand and pulling it to his lips. âItâs very nice to meet you.â
âY-you too!â She squeaked, her face tinting pink. Damian smiled at her.
âMay I ask what a beautiful young lady like yourself is doing by herself at a dance?â He asked, gently putting her hand down.
âOh, wellâŠâ Marinette trailed off, glancing downward. âUm, my class and I arenât as close as we used to be, and most of my friends are with their partners, so I didnât want to bother them.â
Damian frowned. âIâm sure you wouldnât be bothering them if you are their friend, but I understand wanting to sit away from all of the action.â
âAre you not a fan of dances?â She asked.
âMore the crowd. I try not to draw too much attention to myself. I find it unamusing.â His face twisted in distaste.
Marinette giggled. âI get that. I try to stay under the radar too.â
âWell, Iâm glad I decided to stick to the shadows tonight. I got to meet you.â His face softened when he looked back at her.
Marinette flushed deeper, bowing her head shyly. âYeah, I-Iâm glad I did too.â
The two spent a while talking to each other, staying in their own bubble away from the noise of their peers. Eventually they walked over to the refreshments to get themselves some punch and continued to talk over there.
âWhatâs your favorite piece that youâve designed?â Damian asked, continuing their conversation about hobbies.
Marinette pointed sheepishly as her gown.
Damianâs eyes widened. âYou made this?â
She nodded. âFrom scratch.â
âThat is..quite impressive.â He mused, admiring the dress for the millionth time that night. âMy brother would lose his mind over you. He is always keeping track of up and coming designers.â
âOh yeah?â She smiled. âIâd love to meet him sometime. Is he your only brother?â
Damian snorted. âHardly. I have three brothers and a sister. And on top of that, two pseudo sisters and a pseudo brother.â
âWow,â Marinette laughed. âThatâs such a big family.â
âTell me about it.â Damian muttered. âDo you have any siblings?â
She shook her head. âNo, just me. Iâd love to have some, though. Youâre very lucky.â
âYou havenât tried living with them, Angel.â
She laughed again, taking a small sip of punch.
Sheâd nearly finished her cup when the music slowed down and the students on the dance floor either stepped back or grabbed partners to dance with.
Marinette watched as Nino and Alya, Juleka and Rose, and Ivan and Mylene all paired up on the floor.
âMarinette,â Damianâs voice pulled her attention back.
âYes?â
He extended his hand to her. âMay I have this dance?â
Marinette stared at him a moment, a smile slowly working its way to her face. âI would love to.â And with that she set down her cup and took the boyâs hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor.
Once on the floor, Damian placed his free hand on her waist, his other still grasping hers. Marinette moved her free hand to his shoulder.
âI might step on your feet.â She whispered guiltily. Damian chuckled softly.
âThatâs fine by me.â He pulled her a bit closer.
Unbeknownst to the pair, who were too wrapped up in each other, they had formed quite an audience.
âIs that Marinette with Damian Wayne..?â
âOh my gosh, look at the way heâs looking at her.â
âThe Ice Prince has a girlfriend?â
âWho is that girl? Her dress is stunning.â
Whispers from both of their peers filled the hall, as the other couples stepped back to watch Damian and Marinette.
âYouâre beautiful.â Damian murmured, momentarily moving his hand from her waist to brush her bangs out of her eyes.
Marinette gazed back at him, completely captivated. âThank you.â She breathed.
The slow song played its final cords and the tempo sped up again.
Spell broken, Marinette finally noticed all of the staring, looking around self consciously. âDamian..?â She said his name cautiously.
âCâmon.â Damian said, taking her hand and leading her off the dance floor.
âWhy were they staring at us?â She asked once they were in a quieter part of the hall. Damian sighed.
âBecause Iâm a Wayne.â His voice sounded dejected.
âA..Wayne?â She asked, tilting her head to the side.
âYes, as in Bruce Wayneâs son, The CEO of Wayne Enterprises? The biggest sponsor of Gotham Academy? Any of that sound familiar?â
Marinette just shook her head.
Damian stared at her for a long moment before he began to chuckle.
âWait, so, you donât know who I am?â He asked.
She shook her head again, shrugging. âSorry?â
âNo, no, donât be.â He quickly took her hands. âI just thought that was the only reason you kept my company tonight. Because of who my family is.â
âOf course not.â She said softly, squeezing his hands in her own. âI spent all this time with you because I like youâŠâ Her voice went quiet and shy near the end.
âI like you, too..â He murmured, squeezing her hands back. âWould you, erm, like to do something while youâre here? Maybe on your free day?â
Marinette smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. âI would be glad to.â
-
Once the dance was over and the pair bid farewell for the night, Marinette made her way out front to the waiting limo.
Her class, suddenly having more than enough time for her, swarmed her as she approached, asking her various questions about Damian.
Marinette just grinned and brushed them off.
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Right Where You Left Me
Ship: BAU! Gender Neutral! reader x Spencer Reid
#Request - Could you do some angst with âyou dont deserve my forgiveness?â Any ship!
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: Mention of death, violence, injury (not serious), angst, mourning, a lot of tears. Also, swearing, anger, fighting (verbal, not physical.)
Summary: You and Spencer Reid had been together for a year before he âdied.â You grieved him. You mourned him.
A/N: Title stolen from my (current) favourite Taylor Swift song. Not sure how I feel about this one but! Here it is anyway! My requests are open & pls feel free to let me know what you think!!
14 days and 30 minutes exactly
You donât think about the day Spencer Reid died. You canât, because even remembering heâs dead feels as if an ice bucket has been tipped over your head. Not even now, two weeks later, have you really gotten over the initial shock that you felt. Every waking moment felt like you were trying to solve some kind of never-ending puzzle. Each emotion was overwhelming, too much to process. It felt like things would only start to get better, like everybody promised they would, when you started to be able to name the emotions rather than describe them as the physical sensations they brought on.
And you didnât think thatâd happen anytime soon.
The shared apartment was too much. You hadnât slept in your bed since heâd been gone, and forbid anyone else from going into the bedroom. It was a sanctuary.
You understood now more than ever why victims families never changed a thing about the room of their loved ones. Every single thing felt deliberate. Theirs. It was a reflection of the time they were most alive, living. A unique snapshot of them in motion. The mess they left that they expected to come home to.
Rationally, you knew that wasnât true. There wasnât a sock hanging off Spencerâs bedside table, or a clean cardigan balled up on the floor, for any reason other than heâd been in a rush that morning, and had left an uncharacteristically large mess in his wake. In more ways than one.
***
2 months, 5 days, 8 hours
Being back at work helps somewhat, but the office feels empty without him there to ramble off factoids about anything and everything, to hear Morgan calling him âkidâ every five minutes. He only called you that now.
Simmons is nice, really he is. It isnât his fault heâs there in place of Spencer and you try hard not to feel personally aggrieved by his presence. He doesnât do anything to antagonise you, he stays out of your way more than anything. You donât do anything to purposely make him uncomfortable: you do try to be agreeable and make small talk. But itâs hard not to look at him without thinking how, if everything was how it should be, Spencer would be stood in his place.
***
3 months, 26 days, 3 hours.
There is no ânew normal.â Youâve heard the term tossed around a few times in relation to grief, but if there is a new normal youâre still struggling to find it. When youâre not on cases, thereâs no ânormalâ. You still don't sleep in your own bed. Sometimes you stay on Rossiâs, or Morganâs, or Garciaâs couch. Sometimes, read: maybe once, itâs in the spare room at the place you and Spencer used to share. Sometimes, when you get worried about being a burden, itâs a hotel. Itâs easier to feel as if youâre choosing to stay away from home, rather than acknowledging that home, as you understand it, no longer exists.
You still wake up and instinctually search for Spencer most mornings. Sure, work is keeping you occupied and you smile a little more these days. You even allowed yourself to be dragged out for drinks last weekend. But nothing feels like it should. You donât know if thatâs normal for grief or if you just arenât moving forward at all, doomed to tread yourself deeper into the melancholic quicksand thatâs got a hold on you.
You talk at length about it with Garcia over wine one night.
âNothing feels right,â you admit, âEverything just feels...â
Garcia waits, just tipping her chin slightly to encourage you to continue. Sheâs got the counsellor act down and youâd have the decency to feel embarassed if you werenât just so damn exhausted all the time.
âI feel trapped, I guess. Like Iâm frozen. I keep thinking maybe itâll get better once the trials over. Once the whole legal aspect of it is over and put to bed, then maybe Iâll have some closure on the whole situation,â you mumble, âI just donât know how to move forward. I donât feel like Iâve moved forward. And I know itâs only been three months but Iâve only stayed at our apartment twice and I canât bring myself to move any of his things and...â
She just waits. In that moment, youâre so grateful for her.
âIâm stuck here. I canât change anything. I canât bring myself to move any of his things. Iâm paying rent on a place I donât live in but I canât move because how can I live somewhere heâs never been? I feel like Iâm stuck. I canât move out of the world he lived in but the world is moving on even without him. And Iâm just...Iâm just here, Garcia.â
She nods sympathetically, placing her hand on your arm, âMaybe itâll help when the case is wrapped up. When you have that closure.â
âYeah,â you agree, âYeah. I hope so.â
âThereâs something youâre not saying,â she says, gently, âAnd you donât have to say it. But if youâre holding back because you feel guilty then you donât have to feel guilty about anything you say to me, my darling.â
You start to well up then. The pressure in your chest is heavy, something akin to guilt. It slices into your chest, cut glass sitting between your ribs and slicing you open every time you breathe in. Youâve been thinking it a lot lately. Too much. Itâs making you feel awful and you canât decide if putting it out into the world verbally is going to be a release or make it feel too real.
Garcia waits patiently.
You decide to believe itâll be the former, then whisper, âI wish I loved him less. I wish Iâd loved him less so this wouldnât hurt as much.â
And then the sobs come. The sobs that wrack your chest and sting your eyes and leave you looking like youâve been on the receiving end of an upper cut. Because how could you? How could you possibly want to take back any of the love you had so willingly, freely, given to the person you loved most? What kind of person did it make you to want to take back the good memories: to wish that instead of having waffles on the couch that last Sunday, youâd had a fight about the library fine heâd gotten because of you? How could you want to switch the puzzle pieces to create a less idyllic picture of your life together, just so you wouldnât feel so much loss when you looked at it?
She just rubs your back through it, knowing that no words can help but still saying the thing she thinks you need to hear most, âThat doesnât make you a bad person, sugar plum. That makes you human.â
***
4 months, 6 days, 14 hours.
Hotch calls you all into the briefing room.
âA few months ago a decision had to be made. Somebody had the potential to make an incredible breakthrough on a case that had been airtight for years. But it wasnât possible for that individual to complete that work without cover. They needed to be officially gone,â Hotchâs voice booms but you swear you can hear a hesitation, âIt wasnât necessary at the time for you to have that information. Providing you with it would have compromised the safety of one of our agents, and the integrity of their investigation.â
You glance around the room, confused, noticing everyone is sharing the same bewildered look. Except Emily.
âI apologise completely for having to keep this from you, it was a decision that was not taken lately, and I did not have the final say. That being said, any discontent about this decision should be directed towards me,â he glances towards Emily, and sheâs looking nervous now.
Hotch lets out a huff, somehow more tense than usual, âSSA Reid was not killed after the attack in Seattle. That was his cover, but he was investigating a case.â
Heâs still talking but you canât hear anything. SSA Reid was not killed. SSA Reid was not killed. You flip the sentence over a hundred times. And for the millionth time since SSA Reid was killed, you have no idea what you feel.
Thereâs uproar from everybody. Shouting. And then Hotch says something and everybody is looking at you, scanning you for a reaction and you have nothing. Nothing at all.
âHi,â a voice from the doorway, nervous and shy, a voice youâve only heard in dreams and voicemails and recordings from nights out that you must have watched hundreds of times by now, if they were tapes you would have worn them out long ago.
And you know you canât face him. You canât face any of them.
You look around the room, first at Hotch whose eyes flicker with what looks like remorse. Then, at Emily who just looks guilty as all hell. You donât look at him. You canât look at him.
The tension in the room is palpable but in your peripheral you see Garcia and J.J flock to the doorway, embracing him.
Rossi, is the one who comes to you, â____?â
You stare at him, completely blankly, âYeah?â
âYou need to speak to him. Need to hear him out.â
âYeah,â you murmur, allowing him to help you to your feet. His reassuring hands on your shoulders turn you around and you meet his face. The face of the boyfriend you spent the last four months mourning while everybody watched you fall apart. And half of them knew.
So thatâs what you feel. Anger.
âGlad youâre back,â you snipe, pushing past him, âGlad youâre alive.â
Everybody watches you go. A tense silence fills the room. Spencer clears his throat, after what feels like an eternity, muttering, âI-Iâll go after ... Iâll go and see if I can...â
It wasnât the reaction he was hoping for, if heâs honest. Although he wasnât sure what exactly heâd been expecting.
â____ please, just let me talk to you, Iâm sorry, please just let me have a chance to explain,â He manages to catch you at the elevator just in time, slipping through the gap with his lithe body, âPlease. I need to explain. I need to apologise.â
âYou can apologise as much as you want. You donât deserve my forgiveness. Youâll never deserve my forgiveness.â
The venom in your tone leaves him floundering.
â___ please,â heâs begging, and you wonât look at him because you can hear the tears in his voice and heâs begging again, âPlease, please look at me, please listen to me. You have to understand, you have to give me a chance to explain, please.â
Youâve never been this angry at him before. But you are now. It consumes you, youâve never understood a crime of passion before and youâre not going to put your hands on him, of course, but fuck do you understand it now. How a person could just snap. The rage swells in you, screaming. Every muscle in your body is tense. It takes all you have to ball your hands into fists, digging your nails into your palm so hard youâre sure they break the skin. Youâre furious. Furious at every single one of them.
âYou lied to me,â you spit, âYou lied to me and let me think you were dead. You and Hotch and Emily. I didnât sleep in our bed for four months, Spencer. Iâve spent the past four months frozen, like, I couldnât move forward without you. I didnât start to move on. I've spent the last four months falling apart and trying to find a way to put myself back together without you, and then what, you just come back? You think we can just go back to normal? Spencer, I didnât feel alive this past few months. Iâve been floating through, barely keeping it together. And for what? A case? That was important enough for you to do this to me?"
Itâs true, youâve spent the last four months feeling like you were the one who died. That you were united in being ghosts, except you were haunting all the places you used to go together, and he was just haunting your dreams. And heâd been alive. This. Whole. Time.
You storm out of the lift, lifting your head to look at him for only the second time in four months, âPlease. Just leave me alone. Youâve done enough.â
He knows you arenât wrong. Knows he doesnât know if he could forgive you if the roles were reversed. Knows, more than anything, that heâs really fucked things up. Youâll never forgive him. Thatâs what you said, and right now, seeing anger like never before in your eyes, he has no reason whatsoever to doubt that isnât completely true.
You donât even make it to the parking lot before you feel your resolve melt into absolutely nothing. Anger descending into relief, hot tears cascading down your cheeks as the mantra starts again on a new loop in your head: SSA Reid was not killed.
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The Troubadour
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A/N: This has to be my longest piece ever! I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoyed it. There could be a few mistakes in there both in English and Italian, sorry in advance. I loved writing this, it wasnât exactly what I wanted but I am a perfectionist and I have rewritten this about 5 times. I just needed to post it now!
Pairing: OC!Diana Bianchi & Damiano David
Words: 3k
Warning(s): swearing, drinking, smoking (I mean itâs the 70sâŠ), smoking weed, my Italian (I have been studying this beautiful language for three years now but people make mistakes)
West Hollywood, California // Mid-January 1972
Red eyes.
Sweaty foreheads.
That is all Diana would see when they screamed at her. âCAN I GET TWO BEERS AND A COKE PLEASE?!â
Working behind the bar was not her dream job. Diana remembered it like it was yesterday, she and her friend Tami had gone to The Troubadour to celebrate the weekend when she saw a âhelp wantedâ poster. It was a godsend. Diana applied there and then and not long after she found herself behind the bar, handing out drinks to people who looked like they were having the best time of their lives. Another plus side was the fact that she could attend the concerts of all the artists and bands for free.
Obviously, there were also downsides to this job. For example, Diana couldnât go out and live her teenage years. She isnât allowed to drink (too much) on the job and the hours arenât exactly great. The pay is okay though and the tips are even better. Half of the people donât even know how much they are giving and walk off like they didnât just hand you 20 for an eight dollar drink. She doesnât complain much about her job but she does feel left behind sometimes. Like when Tami or her other friend chat about some weird adventure they had the night before and who they met or kissed.
Diana felt like she missed out on a lot of things but she had no other choice.
Her parents had kicked her out when she was 15. Diana moved in with her grandmother and lived with her for a while until she passed away. She has been living alone in her grandmotherâs old apartment ever since. A few friends had moved in with her but then moved out again when they had found a better place to live. So it was just Diana paying the rent for the place.
 âCAN I GET A RUM AND COKE?!â Diana gets snapped out of her thoughts. Shit, what did he want?! She thinks to herself as she stares at the intoxicated man.
 âSORRY?!â She shouts back over the loud music. At least she had another reason for not hearing the man.
 âRUM AND COKE!â That is all the man yells before turning his band to her so he could face the stage. Some weird indie band is playing tonight. Diana wasnât really into it and honestly couldnât wait until her boss would send her home for the night. She puts in a little less rum, the man will probably not even taste the difference.
The band had stopped playing somewhere around two a.m. However not all the guests had left around 2.30 which is something Diana hated the most. It wasnât that she didnât enjoy her job but after so many hours standing on her feet, she wanted nothing more than to clean up, go home and get into her warm bed.
 âDiana, can you come here for a minute?â her boss asked. What was that tone, was he going to fire her?! âItâs nothing bad, donât worry.â Pfew. Diana walked behind him into his office.
 âWhat can I help you with, Doug?â She asked as she sat down in the very comfortable chair across from him. Doug Weston had somewhat become her parent over the last few years that she had worked here. He was always so kind to her and could always ask him for help if she needed him.
 âI want to get more bands from across the sea. I want interesting people and not just the same bands playing over and over again. New talent that no one has heard of before but will become known because of this place. Inspire new talent, you know?â He was rambling on with his sales pitch as if you had any input, it was his place after all. âAnd seeing that you can speak more languages than I have ever could, I was wondering if you could write small pieces for newspapers in Europe that will inspire these artists to come here and get all the fame and fortune they want.â
 âSure, Doug. You know I would do anything to help this place⊠and you of courseâ, Diana said while a wide grin spread on her face. She felt like she was moving up when in reality it wasnât a new job position. She would do anything to not have the same indie bands playing almost every night. Diana would never have imagined that she would change the lives of four individuals barely six months later, and change her own life along with it.
Rome, Italy // Mid-March 1972
 âThe Troubadour. The place where artists and bands from all over the world can make it or break it in the United States. It all depends on the crowd. If they love you, you can come back for an entire week! If not you will receive the money for that evening but sadly you wonât be allowed back. Itâs always packed with record executives so you could get a sweet record deal out of this experience. Do you have what it takes? Sign up and good luck to everyone competing in the battle of the bands! â D. B.â Damiano finishes reading. âRagazzi, I honestly cannot wait till we get to play there! Itâs going to be veramente stupendo!â
 âBene Damiano, calm yourself. Itâs less than five months away. We still have to play in this dump to even afford to go. We barely have enough money for a motel, we donât even have the plane tickets yet!â Classic Victoria, always worrying as if she is the mother of the group.
 âCalmati Victoria, noi staremo beneâ, Ethan jumps in. âLetâs get back to practising before we start another fight, sĂŹ?â The rest nods their head and pick up their instruments.
 âI was thinking, should we start with I wanna be your slave oppuro no? Is it too much?â Damiano suggest.
 âOh, and for outfits, I have a few ideas?!â Thomas adds like a little kid who is excited for Christmas day.
 âPositivo, letâs look at those after practiceâ, Damiano says. Not even ten minutes later they had many up a little setlist. It was a battle of the bands so they had to at least practice 4-5 songs to play against other bands. Then if they were allowed to come back they had to prepare yet another 6 songs on top of those 5 they had already played. They could do it, they had enough songs in their database but were they going to sing their Italian songs or did they have to translate them? The members of MĂ„neskin werenât sure yet. Luckily for them, they had four months to think about it.
West Hollywood, California // Mid-July 1972
Diana hadnât even woken up yet, but on the other side of the city, MĂ„neskin had arrived at the airport.
 âFinalmente ci siamo. Ce lâabbiamo fatta!â Thomas exclaims. Damiano chuckles and throws an arm around Thomasâs shoulders.
 âSlow down, loverboy. We have not made it yet. We landed yes, but we have a long way to go from here to that stage tonight.â
 âHow every grown-up of you, Damianoâ, Victoria teases. âI bet with Ethan that you would follow the first American girl that you saw in this airport and that we wouldnât see you until much later.â
 âHa ha, molto divertente, Victoria. Sei una persona cosĂŹ divertente.â They continue their bickering whilst Ethan collects all of their suitcases.
 âAddiamo?â He finally asks the group, they all agree and make their way through the busy airport to the designated taxi area. During this, they complain about how crowded it is and how much the air smells. It is nothing like their own country but you have to take chances if you want to become famous like their dream.
Later that day
Doug had told Diana to come into work later than she usually would. It was going to be a busy night and heâd rather have her work during the performances than during the day and wear her out. So here she was around six-thirty instead of two oâclock. It felt so weird because usually when she arrives there is no line out front and now there was one to the end of the block. She passed all the people waiting in line, hearing them complain and moan as she walks up to Mario, the bouncer. He doesnât even need to see her worker-id, as she walks in he wishes her good luck with tonight. She liked Mario, he was working here before she came and even then he had told her if she ever needed anything him and his wife had an extra bed for her. Honestly, the sweetest guy⊠also the toughest guy you will ever meet.
As Diana walked to the changing area to hang her coat and bag, she ran into a few participants of tonightâs show. She greeted most of them but they were too busy with themselves, the fame they hadnât even earned yet was already rising to their heads. Before she could make her way to the bar, Doug called her over.
 âDiana, come here for a second. I want to introduce you to a few people.â Classic Doug, always introducing everybody to everybody. If he believed you could make it, he would introduce you to all his workers. However, the bands did not know this, the workers would treat them a little extra. âThey are from Italy as well!â As if Diana herself had moved for their, it was actually her grandparents. She could speak a little Italian but other than her last name, there was nothing Italian about her.
Doug briefly introduced the members of MĂ„neskin to Diana, who couldnât keep her eyes off a certain member. To be quite honest she had not remembered everyoneâs names and she stumbled to get her name out of her mouth. All because she was already head over heels with this handsome, tall, young Italian man.
After a couple of introduction, Diana was finally behind her bar, her safe space. Meeting Damiano had made her weak in her knees, she had never had a reaction like this before.
She didnât really pay attention to the competitors and focused on serving the people but when it was MĂ„neskinâs turn, she started to lose focus on her work.
During most of their setlist, Damiano kept glancing over to Diana and winking at her. Or at least thatâs what it felt like for Diana. However, after a rather sexy song (letâs be real most of them are) he kissed one of his male bandmates on the mouth. Now Diana is not one to judge people on who they love. She reasons that everyone should love who they want to love and receive love because of it. It wasnât that she hated it, it kind of turned her on, but she was very confused. Had she read the signs wrong? Were there even any signs to begin with? At times like these she wanted to ask Tami for help yet she was afraid that if Tami came and tried to help her that somehow Tamiâs charm would work on Damiano and Diana would still end up with nothing. No, she had to do this on her own, she decided.
After the battle of the bands was over, a few stayed behind to talk with record labels about future arrangements. Diana started cleaning up, and washing and drying a few glasses, secretly listening in on a few conversations.
 âI liked what I saw out there. Let your agent call me and we will discuss your expansion in the United States.â Well, that sounded very good. Diana turned around to see who the band was that this man was talking to, but when she turned around she looked right into Damianoâs eyes.
 âI have been trying to get your attention all nightâ, he says shyly.
 âReally? I thought so but I wasnât sureâ, Diana responds. Damiano raises his hand and scratches behind his head.
 âI was wondering, you know. If maybe- ugh. PerchĂš Ăš cosi difficile?â He mutters, not looking Diana in the eyes.
 âProvalo in Italiano?â she suggests and Damianoâs eyes shoot up to meet hers.
 âCazzo. Parli Italiano?â He looks even more nervous now.
 âSi, parlo Italiano.â He laughs at her answer.
 âVuoi uscire domani sera?â Diana nods her head, she honestly cannot stop smiling.
 âIâd love to go out with you. Do you want me to pick you up at the hotel? That would be easier than you trying to find my house.â
 âYeah, sure. Weâre staying at the Millwood Motel, itâs not too far from the airport.â
 âAh yes, I know that place. Iâll see you tomorrow then.â He leans over and kisses her cheek before leaving her to finish her work.
That night Diana barely slept. Did Damiano know any places here to take her to? Did she have to come up with a place? What if he was some weird guy? What if he was a murderer?! She sure was happy now that she didnât give him her address.
The following day she woke up around noon. She went to the kitchen and grabbed her Cona coffee maker, if she was to get through the day, she was going to need a big cup of coffee. She put water and coffee ground on the lower half of the pot and put it on the stove. She hated having to watch the coffee boil and couldnât wait for better times when you would just have to push a button to get your coffee.
Seeing that she woke up around noon, it didnât take long before Diana met up with Damiano. She asked him if he had anything specific in mind. Surprisingly, he did. He explained that he and his bandmates did a little sightseeing and they walked past a roller skating rink. Damiano always wanted to try that and he thought this would be perfect for their little date.
Diana absolutely loved the idea and couldnât wait till they got there.
Both of them were sad that the night had ended so quickly or so they thought. It was in fact 1 a.m. and they had already spend ten hours together. Diana brought Damiano back to the motel with her car and of course he couldnât leave without planting a kiss on her lips. They kissed for a while before finally letting each other go.
 âWeâll be leaving soonâ, Damiano said and looked at their intertwined hands in his lap.
 âAlready? You just got here two days agoâ, Diana complained. She just met him and now he is leaving already? She wasnât prepared for that. She knew he was leaving at some point, he had to he didnât live in the US, but still she had hoped for a little more time together.
 âMaybe weâll come back soon. We have a meeting with our agent and that record label guy tomorrow.â
 âCould we meet up after? We should catch dinner together, I have another day offâ, she suggested. Damiano agreed, kissed her one more time before leaving her car and making his way to his motel room.
The next day
Diana waited for Damiano in front of a large building. She was enjoying the sun on her face when she felt two arms coming from behind and hugging her on her stomach.
 âCiao, amore mio. Sei adorabile oggiâ, Damiano said into her ear before kissing the side of her face.
 âCiao, you donât look to bad yourselfâ, she said as she turned around. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him on his lips, his mates cheering them on in the background. âHow did it go in there?â With that question Damianoâs face broke out in a wide grin. âWhat?â
 âAmore, weâre staying here in the US. We got a record deal, we will be here for the entire year!â he shouts and all five of them jump in celebration. âI was going to tell you at dinner, but I just couldnât wait anymore. We can be together, amore.â Diana broke out in tears, nodding her head, for she had never met a man who she loved more than Damiano. Her Italian lover boy.
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