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Truth or Drink (Tom Holland)

[YouTube AU: Video 2]

a/n: this took a while asdfghjkl this was in my drafts since oct. at 7k already (but got distracted with other WIPs as always) and was suggested by this anon back in aug. so i’m sorry this took a so long hun. also, the gif took a fucking while too ‘cause we are extra in this house haha (i mean, i wanted the time in the vid to match the wc so ha). anyway, enough babbling and let’s get into the video! lol, i hope you guys enjoy this one!

summary: You and Tom do a couples Q&A where you spilled steamy secrets with the help from alcohol. pairing: tom holland x fem!reader warnings: dialogue bonanza (lots of laughing and asking), alcohol consumption, secret spilling (from both parties), teasing from everyone (will include dirty jokes from the lads), mentions of smut & risque aka sex-themed questions. word count: 14.2k+ (aha enjoy!)

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⚠ DISCLAIMER: this is a multi-part (not a series) which is basically one-shots happening in the same universe meaning you don’t need to read the previous one to understand this one since they are not heavily connected plot wise. although each fic does happen chronologically, you don’t need to read them in order much like how you don’t need to watch youtube videos in order.

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You knew something was about to happen the moment you walked into the dining area, the way Tom immediately went to latch onto you like a koala bear—as if he hasn't seen you just minutes before—tells all.

"What are you up to now?" you asked with a playful scrunch of your nose.

You rested your hands on his shoulders, the fabric of his pink hoodie—while you wore his other pink hoodie, outfits not at all planned since you just took the first thing you saw in his closet—soft to the touch as you took a glance at the camera that was set up at the head of the dining table. The greenery of the outside world behind the glass doors served as a backdrop to the shot.

The crease between your brows deepened at the sight, gaze landing back on the boy attached to your hip who was hugging you sideways with a certain glow in his eyes.

"I'm not up to anything," Tom denied, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck to litter the skin with sweet and soft kisses. Although the gesture made your heart melt, it also made your suspicion grow. You just know there was more to this than meets the eye.

Strong arms staying around your torso, Tom pulled away slightly so he could meet your gaze again, a certain smile growing on his lips, one you know too well. It was the usual smile he wears whenever he wants something from you, a favor perhaps. An all too powerful grin that had you made him get away with things—mostly stupid ones—easily that you aren't exactly proud to admit.

"Tom," you warned with a raise of a brow, enough seriousness and command in your tone that he was quick to give in.

"Okay, okay, we're shooting the next video," he chuckled, tracing your jaw with the tip of his nose before giving it a soft peck. "Which I am hoping you'll do with me still," he murmured, placing another kiss on your cheek before pulling away to look at you fully as he flashed you a not-so-innocent smile.

Bingo.

Tom just doesn't suddenly become so clingy—well, he normally is but more than usual anyway—especially out of nowhere without it having an underlying reason.

You narrowed your eyes at him skeptically. You stayed silent as you weighed your odds, if the enjoyment of making the video was worth it for you to endure the obvious embarrassment that would come with it. You do love this YouTube thing he's got going on, you truly do enjoy being a part of it. But with the things he's spilled in the last video, you just want to make sure that this time won't be too much, though you highly doubt it.

It was hilarious how his bottom lip started to go at your reaction, eyes turning rounder, cuter that would give Puss in Boots a run for his money. And just as you counted in your head, three, two, one—

"Please, darling? Do it with me?" Tom cooed, placing his head on your shoulder as he gave your waist a loving squeeze, fluttering his eyelashes at you in the most adorable of ways with that cute pout to match. It was his signature look whenever he wanted something, the look of handsome and adorable persuasion. "I'll keep the secret-spilling at a minimum, love. And besides, we can always edit it out."

You let out a soft sigh, shaking your head at the fact that you're saying yes either way. You can never say no whenever he puts on that very persuasive face of his, can never resist him even if you tried. And of course, Tom knows this power he has over you, and he's mastered a way on how and when to use it to his advantage.

You aren't exactly proud to say that he has never failed once, his tactic very effective and that's putting it lightly. It's sneaky and annoying sometimes but it's still cute nonetheless.

Though, never did he once abuse this weakness of yours, only using it with the little things—like letting him sneak in some snacks on set when he was instructed not to or when he wants to do certain stuff—because when it's something serious and you say 'no,' then he's quick to listen and settle when you've made your final decision. He knows you only have the best intentions when it comes to his safety and just him in general, so there's really no doubt on Tom's behalf when it comes to following you on that.

"Why me? Why not give the other boys a chance to be in the spotlight?" you proposed, not giving him the satisfaction of winning just yet.

Tom shrugged with a wide smile. "The fans love you," he hummed.

The reception of the last video was mostly positive. Maybe it was the fact that you've been with Tom for a couple years already.

Your relationship was private of course, but it wasn't a secret. It was relatively the both of you showing glimpses of it every now and then online. So, compared to when the news first broke out, this time was a bit calmer. There are still trolls and haters—they're always going to be there unfortunately—but you've learned to shut them out, turning your focus more on the ones who are very positive and supportive. They should be the only ones who should be given attention to, no point wasting your energy on random keyboard warriors.

"You mean they love it when I make fun of you?" you said, laughter escaping your lips soon after when Tom buried his face back on the crook of your neck as he groaned in dismay.

Let's just say his fans quite enjoyed how you handled him in the last video, the teasing, the banter, the whole lot. Tom hasn't been able to escape the countless clips that are circulating the good old internet. No matter which platform he uses, a clip or meme is always there to haunt him. Most of them vary from him screaming and wriggling in pain; laughing like a hyena while also wriggling in pain; the random facial expressions he's made; and even sometimes, a snapshot of you looking at him in great disappointment and/or embarrassment. That's just some among the plethora of other memes.

Tom had seen it coming of course, but it doesn't mean it's any less embarrassing, especially with how clueless he seemed when it came to women.

"Unfortunately, that too," he grumbled.

"Okay then, might as well give them more content," you teased, Tom pulling away again to gawk at you with a look of feign betrayal crossing his features. You could only laugh at that, giving his jutted out lip a kiss to replace it with one of his many sweet smiles. Despite you saying it in a joking manner, he can't really deny that that would happen either way. After all, no matter what he does, he will always be a walking meme.

Tom finally lets you go after one more peck on the cheek, guiding you towards the seat by the other end of the table soon after. He helped you in like the gentleman that he is, a kiss landing on top of your head once you were seated before he made his way towards his place.

"What are we doing this time?" you asked when Tom sat down on the chair across from you.

And as if on cue, Harry walked into the dining area with two bottles of gin on hand, Harrison following suit with a bowl of half-sliced limes along with Tuwaine with a bucket of ice and two Collins glasses.

"Truth or drink," Harry said with a wide grin, lifting the bottles of Aviation gin to further prove his point.

"You guys chose me to do this with him because I'm a lightweight, which means I'm more likely to talk, didn't you?" you said, narrowing your eyes at each of them as they placed their respective items right in front of you in the middle of the table.

All three boys gasped exaggeratedly at your accusation, shaking their heads as they made their way behind the camera, chorusing a bunched of:

"Oh no, of course not."

"That was not the plan."

"We would never."

You could only roll your eyes at them, playfully of course, turning back to Tom who was quick to throw his hands up in surrender once he took in your expression of pure suspicion.

"I swear, I just want to do this with you, plain and simple," he confessed, though his follow up sentence made you think that it wasn't as plain and simple. "But you are very funny when you have alcohol in your system."

"Does that mean I'm not when sober?" You raised your brow at the man across you, sitting straight up as you clasp your hands together, resting it on the table to seem serious.

Tom shook his head frantically. "No! You're still very funny sober!" he rushed. "Love, you know what I meant," he added with a whine, head dropping low once you let out a laugh, only lifting it back up to shoot you another pout. He can be quite gullible sometimes and you honestly love it, love teasing him about.

"Besides, it's a couples Q&A and the only couple here are you two so there aren't really any options. The only difference is that it has alcohol to spice things up a little," Harry said, now in his place behind the camera just like before.

"With equally spicy questions," Harrison added with a wriggle of his brows, coming back up on the head of the table to place a stack of white cards to which you assumed was where the questions were written.

"You guys wrote the questions didn't you? Okay, this is a set up," you joked.

"They're harmless questions I swear!" Harrison defended with a laugh before returning back to his place by the camera. Though knowing them for as long as you have, you've learned to never trust those words fully. It was highly expected that the questions aren't going to be simple, let alone safe for work.

"But if you're not comfortable doing it, it's totally fine, darling," Tom said, smiling sweetly as he grabbed your hands across the table and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. He knows you have never been an avid drinker. As you've said, you are lightweight. So, if ever you wanted to back out, he's just making sure you know that you have the option to.

"No, I'm fine with it. This will be fun," you said, flashing him a true, reassuring smile of your own, squeezing his hand in return for good measure. "But can I at least have some juice or something? I'm not drinking gin straight," you added.

"Figured you'd say that," Tom said with a wide grin, rushing up from his seat and disappearing into the kitchen. He came back not long after with a bottle of orange juice on one hand all while holding a spoon and paring knife on the other. "Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice," he sang the good old Snoop Dogg classic no matter how corny, placing the bottle juice right beside the gin on the head of the table.

You narrowed your eyes at your man. "You seem prepared Tom."

"Nope, I just know you too well," he hummed, giving you a sweet peck on the forehead before he was back on his seat across you.

"Right, let's give the people what they want," you said, rubbing your hands together with a wide smile.

It was Tom's turn to look at you skeptically. "Why do I have a feeling that we'll just take turns in exposing each other?"

You tilted your head at him with a grin, shrugging your shoulders and said,

"How bad can it be?"

***

"And we are rolling."

"What's up guys! Tom Holland here," he introduced with a loud clap. "I'm back with another video joined by none other than the gorgeous Y/N." You waved at the camera with a sweet smile at the mention of your name. "The rest of the gang are behind the camera as per usual," Tom added, the lads cheering at their cue unenthusiastically and totally not in sync, chuckles and giggles following soon after.

"You can feel the excitement in the room," Tom said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. "Anyhow, since lovely Ryan Reynolds sent me a case of gin just recently, I thought; why not put it to good use?" Tom shot the camera a knowing look. "Hashtag not sponsored but should be!" he yelled, making you jump slightly at the sudden loud sound.

"Do you have to be so loud?" you grumbled, playfully covering your ears in the process.

"Oh, sorry love," Tom chuckled, shooting you a sweet smile before turning back to the camera, finger pointed at it as he said, "But Ryan, my DMs are always open."

"Always looking for someone to replace me," you sighed, shaking your head dejectedly as you turned to the camera with a deep frown.

"Ah, here we go," Tom groaned, shooting you a playful glare because he knows that the teasing would only get more and more prominent from here on out.

"What? You and I both know I've got a lot of competition," you said as a matter of fact, leaning back on your seat with arms crossed over your chest. "Mainly Jake G. and Harrison, with a couple of variations here and there but you get what I mean."

Tom shook his head at you with a teasing roll of his eyes. "Once again, my girlfriend everyone," he said to the lens with a tight lip smile before turning back to you with a deadpan expression. You only shrugged in response, flashing him an innocent smile.

"Anyway, a fan suggested this in the comments of the last video so today, we're going to be doing Truth or Drink," he continued, turning back to face the camera. "Rules are simple, we take turns on reading out the questions that are written on these cards right here"—Tom lifted the stack of white, rectangular cards before placing them back on the table—"and we either answer them truthfully or we take a drink."

"Oh and a little disclaimer," you paused as you looked at the camera. "The lads wrote the questions so we have no idea what's in the cards nor did we have any involvement in the choosing of certain topics which are possibly going to be discussed in this video," you added, feeling like it was a fact that needed to be said.

"Parental guidance is advised," Tom chuckled.

"They're not that bad you divs," Harrison grumbled.

Now you're certain on who wrote most of the questions, he's been keen on taking offense whenever anyone gets suspicious over them. "We'll be the judge of that," you stated, raising a brow at Harrison before turning back to Tom.

"Let's get right into it shall we?" Tom proposed. You gave him a nod in response, jutting out two thumbs up for good measure. "Ladies first," he said, flashing you a charming grin as he gestured towards the pile of cards.

You reached over to the pile, making sure to pick the card in the middle just to make sure that it was completely random. You adore the lads, but knowing how mischievous they can get, you've learned to always keep one eye open with regard to everything that they do. Plus, it was so easy to set it up for you to pick a certain question given that it was only you and Tom taking turns on picking a card.

"We are starting off with something a tad bit dark huh." You gave the lads a swift glance before turning to the card you had on hand. "If I killed someone would you help me cover it up?" you read out loud, placing the card on the discarded pile before your gaze landed on Tom who gave you a small, secretive nod 'yes' which only made you giggle.

Tom leaned forward as he rested his elbow on the marble surface, hand playing with his chin with his eyes on the ceiling to seem that he was deep in thought. He turned back to you and said, "Do we not get any context? Was it an accident or was it on purpose? Was it due to hate or fear? Was it justified?"

"It's a yes or no answer Tom," you laughed.

"Well then, you already know the answer but for legal purposes," Tom paused, reaching for the bucket of ice and putting some in his glass. He poured the gin on top of that and then added a dash of lime, swirling around the glass to mix them all together. "My lips are sealed," he chuckled, lifting the glass up to his lips and taking a drink. "Oh, that's good stuff," he commented, taking another sip before putting the glass back down.

"Hypothetically, if you were going to help, you'll probably be the one who'll get us caught if I'm being honest," you giggled to which Tom threw his head back with a laugh.

"Yeah, you'll tell me what you did, I'll get shocked and as we're getting stuff to you know, hypothetically hide the body, I'll go 'I can't believe you killed someone' in public and then someone will hear and call the police and we're done."

You burst out in a hearty laugh at that, nodding your head in agreement. "That's exactly how it's going to happen."

It was Tom's turn to pick a question, his grin growing wider as his eyes scanned the card in his fingers. "What's the most embarrassing thing you've done in front of me?" he asked, his features brightening in excitement because he already knows the answer. There wasn't really much to begin with other than that one incident that will always haunt you for the rest of your life.

"Do you want me to tell them the story?" you sighed, leaning back on your chair with palms flat on the table. It wasn't one of your finest moments that's for sure and Tom hasn't been letting you hear the end of it. In fact, it was one of his favourite stories involving you both.

"It's up to you, love. You don't have to if you don't want to." Tom shrugged with a smirk, reaching for your glass to get your drink made. "But that moment was so adorable for me though, embarrassing for you but very adorable for me," he added with a wink.

"Adorable or ego boosting?" you pointed out with a raise of your brow.

"Both," Tom laughed, adding some ice in your glass and pouring just the right amount of gin soon after.

You watched with an adoring smile as he poured in the orange juice, the sound of silverware and glass clinking together filling the air as he mixed up the liquids. He then squeezed a bit of lime in your drink, taking the paring knife soon after to slice up another lime in a thin circle, making a small slit in the middle so he can put it on the rim of your glass easily. Tom can be extra at times, of course he felt the need to decorate your drink, even when it wasn't exactly necessary but you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Look at you being a bartender," you teased, Tom looking up from his task to shoot you playful wink with a smug smirk to match.

"You love to see it."

You shrugged, not at all denying his claim because well, you do love seeing it.

"Here you go, mi lady," he hummed, handing you your beautifully decorated drink with a proud grin on his lips.

"Thank you, kind sir."

As much as how refreshing the cocktail looked in its cold glass and bright, orange colored glory, you know you had to be strategic with drinking. Because alcohol boosts your confidence, it makes you brave, it makes you say things you wish you hadn't when sober. And with you being lightweight, it isn't exactly ideal to be happy-go-lucky with it, especially knowing how these questions can go from one thing to another real quick.

You thought it's best to share embarrassing things that you can live with to keep the drinking at a minimum, rather than take too much alcohol too fast and say worse things down the line because you got somewhat tipsy or downright drunk. There's really no way of knowing how hard it hits given that different types of alcohol affect you in different ways.

"Okay, it was when we first met, which obviously doesn't make it any less embarrassing, first impressions and all that," you started, sitting straight up as your fingers drummed around the cool surface of your glass. "Me and a friend of mine were at this park and decided it would be fun to rent out these bikes to get around quicker, so we did. Lo and behold, Tom and Harrison were also at said park—"

"Oh yeah, I remember this," Harrison laughed. "This is going to be good."

You shot the blonde lad a quick glare before continuing. "Luck wasn't on my side that day—well, depends on how you look at things because I did meet Tom and seem to have gotten far," you laughed towards the camera, giving Tom a swift glance who was quick to lock eyes with you as he nodded agreeably with a chuckle. "But add that to me being very clumsy and simply put, I fell off the bike right in front of him," you sighed dejectedly, heat coating your cheeks as the lads chuckled in their seats, purely in amusement and not at all in a demeaning way.

"Go on love, let's hear the full thing," Tom encouraged, sitting back on his chair with his arms crossed over his chest to relax, attention fully on you as if he hasn't heard this story many times before. He genuinely does love hearing it. As you've said, it was one of his favourites.

"I'm getting there," you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at Tom who only flashed you an adorable, bright smile, knowing that if he does that, you can't stay mad at him. With a another sigh, you continued, "As we were riding our bikes, we saw him and Harrison sitting on this random bench from afar doing, I don't know, maybe they were on a date or something—"

"Darling, don't try and steer the topic here," Tom laughed. You stuck out your tongue at him—yes, very mature—his laughter only growing louder at your reaction.

"I'm a big fan of the Marvel movies, so obviously, I knew who he was. I was trying to keep my cool, you know, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him and thought I'll just ride pass, don't want to disturb whatever they had going on. But as soon as we got near to where they were sat, he looked towards my direction and we made eye contact—"

"The power I have," Tom crooned with a smug smile, earning a pointed eye-roll from you.

"Oh shut up. You know that wasn't the sole reason why I fell," you scoffed. "The chains on my bike went loose so I had no full control over it. We weren't going slowly as well because this friend of mine thought it was a good idea to one up each other so we kept going faster and faster, racing towards who knows what.

"So, my next option was to just plant my foot on the ground to stop it right? But as I've said, luck wasn't on my side that day. Before I could even do it, a rock went under the front wheel—which I didn't see given that I was distracted, you lot know why—and completely took me off balance and the bike went sideways real quick that I didn't have any time to react at all. And...did I roll a few times?" You turned to your boyfriend.

"Twice," he confirmed, a sympathetic smile on his lips as he tilted his head at you sweetly.

"Now, I don't see why you find this story adorable." You narrowed your eyes at your man.

"Not the actual accident, darling. It's what happened after that I found adorable. You were so cute being all shy and embarrassed," Tom defended with a pout. "And you know for a fact that whenever I see you with the smallest scrape or cut I panic and fuss over you immediately."

"You do. A bit too overdramatically," you giggled. It was a bit much sometimes how he worries but that's just Tom being the caring and overprotective boyfriend that he is. "Anyway, so yes, I rolled on the ground twice but all I remember was that I was already lying on my back, watching the sky while my knees, forearms up to my elbows and palms were burning. Then I saw Tom approaching and I swear I was just wishing that the ground would swallow me up right then and there," you finished.

"I quickly rushed to her aid, because you know, I'm Spider-Man," Tom added with a cocky shrugged, arms open wide as if to showcase himself.

There was a loud, collective groan from the lads which earned a laugh from you and a sound of pure protest from Tom.

"It's true!" he exclaimed. "Anyway, she then went, 'oh, my knight and shining armour, my handsome Prince Charming'," Tom gushed, voice at a higher pitch with the utmost exaggeration as he placed the back of his hand over his forehead. "And I went, 'don't worry princess, I'm here to save you,' and then we kissed and lived happily ever after," he concluded with the cheekiest smile.

"We remember this story very differently." You shook your head at him with a hearty laugh. This boy is always something else. "But fine, I'll give you the Prince Charming part because you did look like it.

"What you said was, 'miss, are you alright?' which was very formal of you, especially with the accent." You turned to the camera with a suggestive wiggle of your brows, making Tom drop his head shyly with a chuckle as his cheeks turned slightly pink. "And no, we didn't kiss. You don't kiss people you just met Thomas, get a hold of yourself. He helped me up and was kind enough to offer to take me to the hospital which wasn't needed since it was just a few cuts and scrapes but still insisted that I get checked. Who knew you'd be overprotective since day one," you laughed.

Tom shrugged with a chuckle. "We got to know each other while in the hospital and after she got cleaned up, I thought, I liked talking to her and I really don't want to say goodbye just yet. So, I invited her to lunch which she surprisingly said yes," he teased, sarcasm laced in his tone at his last sentence as he shot the camera a knowing and smug look. You kicked him lightly under the table, the action catching him off guard making him let out a yelp.

"It was more of me being polite because you helped and that. Didn't want to seem rude by saying no," you said, Tom gasping in full offense at your words. You let out a laugh as you rushed, "I'm kidding! Of course I wanted to go to lunch with you. It was impossible to say no because you've been really sweet and a real gentleman that day. And well, it was fun hanging out with you."

Tom smiled widely at that, nothing but pure love coating his features as he held your gaze, hand sneaking over to yours that was on the table and giving it a quick but loving squeeze.

"Where did Harrison go?" Harry wondered, the blonde boy suddenly turning silent and surely enough when you gave him a swift glance, he was already blushing.

"I had my friend with me, Tom had Harrison, you do the math," you said plainly, laughter laced in your tone.

"Oh, so you got some that day," Tuwaine chuckled, nudging the boy beside him with his elbow.

"Shut up, Tuwaine," Harrison grumbled, swatting away his friend lightly.

"But in conclusion, I am a superhero in real life," Tom stated proudly, swiping away the imaginary dust that was lying on his shoulder. He turned to the camera with a bright and wide smile. "But I do thank that bike every day."

"A bit sadistic but okay," you added, looking at Tom skeptically with a scrunch of your nose.

"No! I meant we wouldn't have gotten to know each other if that didn't happen," Tom rushed, lips turning into a pout when you only did nothing but laugh. "You're mean."

"You're just too adorable not to pick on," you giggled, his pout turning more prominent at your words.

You so badly wanted to get up off your seat and give him a proper kiss, but those things are always reserved privately. You two had never been big with public displays of affection, just the casual holding hands and occasional hugs. There are a few instances where you'll sneak a quick kiss while hanging out with friends but that's different compared to it being on tape for the whole world to see later on.

"Anyhow, what's the most embarrassing thing that you have done in front of me?" You asked back, your turn to grin wide because you know which story it was going to be, the way Tom's cheeks were quick to be dusted red was a clear indication that you were right.

"I'm smooth as hell, would never embarrass myself in front of a lady," he said casually, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back on his chair, all cool and suave.

"Oh shut up and tell the story," you said with a playful roll of your eyes, Tom letting out a shy chuckle before he leaned on the table.

"Right, it was our second date and I split my trousers open," he said, short and sweet, though his blush was already deepening because Tom knows the sharing won't stop there.

"Wait, how open?" Tuwaine asked.

"Like full on, centre to back, underwear and inner thighs with a bit of butt showing open. It would have been a bit better if I wore black pants—boxers to the American people—and black trousers right? But me being unlucky, I went for light-coloured denim jeans and black pants that day so it's fully obvious that I did ripped my trousers open," he chuckled shyly, hand going to rub at his shoulder, body slightly crouched as he refused to look away from his glass of gin.

"Go on Thomas, let's hear the full thing," you prodded, throwing his previous words right back at him.

He lifted his head up to shoot you a playful glare, though sat straighter anyway, elbows now on the table with his hands clasped together as he got ready to tell his story. "We were well underway our second date, a simpler one which was a walk in a somewhat less crowded park—"

"What's with you two and parks?" Harrison pointed out with a chuckle.

"Disaster just waiting to happen as you can tell," Tom laughed.

"We've steered clear from parks after all these incidents," you joked with a giggle.

"I did a flip and didn't land the right way was basically what happened," Tom continued, turning to the camera with a look of dismay. "We were walking by a couple of street dancers who were practicing a routine and they were doing all sorts of flips and tricks. She stopped walking completely and watched—wait, correction, stared at this certain bloke who was doing backflips—"

"I was not staring," you butted in. "I was just watching him do his thing and said how cool it was. And why are you making it seem like it's my fault?" you gasped, placing a hand over your heart, feign offence crossing your features.

"I'm not!" Tom laughed, hands up in surrender before he crossed his arms over his chest. "All I'm saying was that I was trying to impress you, which is why I offered to show you a flip. And as everyone in this room knows, I do the stupidest things when trying to impress a girl, especially when I like her that much."

"I was already impressed by you as is Tom, you didn't need to do a flip," you said as a matter of fact, small giggles escaping your lips as you looked at him with nothing but pure adoration. Tom felt his heart melt at the sight and more by your words. "And besides, I already knew you could do it. But somehow you felt the need to prove yourself after you saw me complimenting that dancer," you added.

"It's what you call ego, Tom," Harry laughed.

"Shut up, Harry." Tom shot his brother a glare though chuckled right after because it was in fact a bit true.

It was the silliest thing thinking back on it now, how he just said 'you want to see me do a flip?' out of the blue. You furrowed your brows at him in response, though your smile was laced with amusement. He just wanted to impress you as he'd said. And fine, maybe his ego got struck at teeny bit, and maybe he felt a little jealous that your attention got torn off of him because he truly did like you that much.

But at the end of the day, even though he had a little mishap, it all worked out so he wasn't at all complaining. "Anyway, so I did the flip, completely disregarding the fact that my shoes were slippy and my trousers were tight. I did land upright and not on my face this time so that's something," Tom chuckled. "But my right foot slipped so I was full on going on a wide split which I normally can't do since I am not flexible enough and proceeded to fall on my bum.

"The moment I heard the sound I instantly knew and just went, 'oh no' and remained on the ground because I didn't know what to do then. I was already embarrassed because I slipped, do I really want to tell her I tore open my trousers too?" Tom laughed timidly, the blush on his cheeks turning redder as he rubbed the back of his neck in utter embarrassment.

"I kind of knew right away though because I did hear something rip," you giggled. "He then just slowly stood up, hands behind, flat on his bum and said, 'I split my trousers open' in the smallest voice like a kid who's scared to tell their mum they fell or they'll get scolded. Plus his face was beet red, just like now." You pointed towards your boyfriend, who in turn stuck his tongue out at you as his blush turned into an even deeper shade of crimson.

"Thank God I wore a jacket that day and I was able to at least hide it until we got back to the car or else someone would've clocked it, took a picture, posted it on the internet and it would've made things much worse," Tom pointed out with a chuckle, glad that there was no paparazzi or it would've been a nightmare. "And the fact that you tried so hard not to laugh but still failed made me feel so embarrassed that I was quick to think that that was it. I ruined my chances, no more third date," he added as he turned to you with a small pout.

"I couldn't help laughing because it was the most adorable thing how you went from being all confident and cocksure on doing a flip to this shy boy who refused to look me in the eyes without turning even redder," you said, pure amusement laced in your tone. "But no, that incident made me like you more, it was just too endearing. Third date never left the table after that," you concluded with a sweet smile which only made Tom's grin grow wider.

"Even though she laughed, she was so sweet and kind about it. We had to cut our date shor—actually no, we didn't. We went back to your place and decided to do a movie marathon instead," Tom said fondly, face glowing with joy as the memory brought nothing but warmth across his chest.

"Yeah, with you wearing a pair of my sweatpants," you giggled, mirroring his expression as your mind recalled the sweet moment of you and him, simply cuddled up on the couch.

"And that's on getting the girl by splitting your trousers open," Tom said with a smug smile, pointing at the camera as he shot it a knowing look with a wriggle of his brows.

"And getting the boy by falling off a bike," you added, doing exactly what he did as you turned to face the lens.

"Look at us," Tom gushed, looking back at you with a smile, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. "Hey, look at us."

"Look at us. Who would've thought?" you giggled, giving his hand a squeeze in return.

You were always quick to catch on what he was trying to do that Tom couldn't help but smile widely, heart melting ten times over at the thought of you knowing him so well. "Not me," Tom chuckled, letting go of your hand and holding up his palm for a high-five to which you gladly obliged with laughs of your own.

"You two are made for each other," Harry chuckled with a shake of his head, now just getting that you two were recreating the famous Paul Rudd meme.

"My turn right?" Tom asked. You nodded with a hum as you pushed the pile of cards towards him. He let out a loud scoff once he read the question, his reaction making you raise a brow in both curiosity and slight dread. "Be honest," he said as he looked up from the paper, gaze landing on you. "Who do you love more, me," he paused for dramatic effect, narrowing his eyes at you before continuing, "Or Tessa?"

You let out a small groan as you hang your head low, fingers tracing the side of your cold glass. You let out a sigh of defeat before you met Tom's expectant gaze. "I can't possibly answer that question," you grumbled, bringing the glass up to your lips as you took a swift drink before placing it back down.

"That was such a tiny sip," Harrison pointed out.

"Alright, alright, I guess we can tell who the bad influence here is," you said with a teasing roll of your eyes, but still took another drink anyway, taking in more of it this time around. You just want to play the game fair and square. "You actually made that really well. It's really good," you hummed at Tom as you placed your drink back down, the lad grinning widely in response.

"Why thank you, darling," Tom crooned, voice smooth with a pride-filled smile, pushing over the pile of cards back in the middle of the table to get you to ask the next question.

"Okay, who wrote this?" You turned to the boys behind the camera with a raise of your brow. "If the alcohol wasn't going to do it, then this will definitely get the video restricted, unless you're going to bleep some words out?" You turned to Harry.

"I've got that covered," Harry laughed.

Glancing back at the card you had on hand, you asked, "If our sex life was porn, what genre would it be?" You looked up at Tom to see him try his best to hold back a smirk.

"Nope, not answering that," he laughed with a shake of his head as he lifted his glass off the table. "Mainly because there are too many genres that it would fit for me to only pick one," Tom muttered softly against his drink as he looked at you through his lashes. His words were muffled but you still heard it, you were closer to him after all. You felt your cheeks heat up at that, even more so when your man shot you a teasing wink before downing the shot of gin not long after.

Tom set his glass down and reached over to take another card. "What does your family think of me?" he asked with a clear of his throat.

"Well..." You slowly dragged your drink closer to you, Tom's mouth falling agape that you couldn't help but burst into a hearty laugh. "I'm kidding! You already know how much they love you," you said. "I mean, my parents call him 'son' so." You shrugged as you turned to the camera. Tom puffed out his chest all proud with a very smug smile on his lips. You rolled your eyes, sighing as you added, "They probably even love you more than they love me."

Tom chuckled, "My family loves you more than they love me, too—"

"I can vouch for that," Harry intervened.

"Thanks, Harry," Tom said sarcastically, flashing his brother a forced smile. Turning back to you, he finished, "So, I guess we're even."

You could only nod with a soft giggle, reaching over to the stack of cards to keep the pace going. "Lads! What's with these kinds of questio—you know what, I don't even expect any less from you guys," you sighed, pursing your lips as you re-read the question again before sitting straight up and looked into Tom's eyes. "What would you do if you caught me watching porn?" you asked.

"Watch it with you and help get it done, duh?" he answered without hesitation, leaning back on his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Have done a couple times actually," Tom murmured, somewhat to himself, though not really since everyone in the room—and pretty sure the camera—heard it.

"Tom!" you hissed.

You felt your body tingle, legs instinctively closing together as the countless moments it happened replayed itself inside your brain. Although what he said wasn't false, it wasn't the full truth either. He didn't exactly catch you red handed, never did since you don't watch porn often.

All you did was asked him—merely out of curiosity—what type he mostly watches. Your question sparked an idea in his head which led to you sitting in between his legs, bare back against his naked chest as the laptop sat right in front of you both with the video of his choice.

Tom then made his way with you while you watched, making sure you never take your eyes off the couple on screen or else. He was always fully in control over you every time you do it, his fingers sometimes delicate, mostly rough, touch hot and heavy all over your skin, lips warm on your neck, teeth sharp against your bare shoulder as he brings you to the edge over and over and over with nothing but his hands. And once the video ends, Tom will take it upon himself to re-enact the whole of it with you—if you could still take it of course—bringing what was on screen to real life, full recreation from start to finish.

Best believed you're properly blissed out at the stop of every play.

Your boyfriend's eyes widened once he realized the actual volume of his voice, face turning a deep shade of red, sitting straight abruptly as he rushed, "No! Wait—dammit." Tom casted his eyes down shyly when the boys let out exaggerated gasps and sounds of disapproval, a telltale sign that they already heard it. "I'm sorry, darling." He met your gaze again as he shot you a sheepish smile, his head tilted to the side guiltily to which you only responded with a shake of your head.

Typical Thomas.

"Bleurgh, too much info," Harrison gagged, the other boys following suit with their own sounds of repulsion.

"Oh fuck off you divs. You guys wrote the questions so obviously, you wanted to find out," Tom countered, shooting the lads a glare each.

"We didn't expect you to actually answer it!" Harry defended.

"We're cutting that whole part out, no way that's going up online," you grumbled, eyes staring at nothing but your drink as you tried to hide the obvious embarrassment that's coated your features.

Tom reached across the table to give your hand a squeeze, you meeting his gaze to see him mouth a gentle 'I'm sorry.' You flashed him a sweet smile, squeezing his hand in return to tell him that it was alright. It wasn't live so there wasn't any real harm done, aside from future jokes from the boys. That you can deal with than having that confidential information on the internet which will then follow you around for the rest of eternity.

Letting go of your hand, Tom sat straighter and turned to the camera. "If you guys are wondering why there's a jump cut and my face is suddenly so red, it's because I spilled something I shouldn't have that we had to cut it out. And no, it's something you'll never find out," he chuckled shyly, knowing that once the video goes out, fans are going to be so annoyed and will pester him—and everyone in the room—nonstop to try and find out what was cut.

Better that, than embarrassing you in front of millions though, so he'll deal with them no problem. Because as promised, if you weren't comfortable with it staying in the video, then it gets cut out, no questions asked. You and what you're comfortable with always come first in Tom's book.

"Yet again, thank God we didn't do this live," you muttered with a playful roll of your eyes.

Tom shot you one last apologetic smile before he cleared his throat, "Right, moving on." He shifted in his seat and took another card from the pile. "What's the one thing you'd change about me?" he asked.

"Your height," you answered without missing a beat. You chewed on your lip to suppress a grin but still failed miserably, especially when Tom looked at you with his jaw hanging and his eyes wide open.

A chorus of 'ooh's erupted from the boys which only prompted a laugh from you, the joyous sound growing louder when they started to rub it to Tom even more.

"Pfft, apply ice on the burnt area," Harry said as he blew out his cheeks.

"Mate, she's just bodied you with that," Tuwaine tutted at Tom, rising up from his seat soon after to offer you a high-five. You gladly obliged with a laugh, Tom gawking at you with utmost betrayal on his face.

"You're lucky you're very cute, especially when you laugh," Tom grumbled as he shot you a playful glare. The crinkles on the corner of your eyes deepened as you only smiled brightly at him with a tilt of your head, which honestly made you look even more endearing. He could never be mad at you, too whipped to hold a grudge no matter how much you tease him. And besides, that's all there is to it, nothing but teasing jokes and banter.

"If I were you, Tom, I'd start taking those growth pills before she starts to question why she's even with you," Harrison proposed jokingly which earned boisterous laughter from the rest of the gang.

"You lot are so fucking overdramatic. I'm not that short," Tom quipped with a roll of his eyes, gaze landing back on you with his famous pout now in play yet again. "And babe, it's a truth or drink video, not a roast me video," he stated, palms flat on cool marble as he looked at you with puppy-dog eyes.

"I'm joking! I'm joking," you rushed with a giggle. "I wouldn't change a single thing. You know I love you, just the way you are," you sang the last line, though your voice held nothing but sincerity as you reached over to give his hand a loving squeeze. Tom nodded with a sigh, though never did he doubt your words, knowing it deep in his bones that physical traits would never outweigh how much you love him, no matter what.

"Right, let's keep this going," you said as you took another card. "Who is smarter, me or you?" you asked.

"Me," Tom said proudly.

"Well, that's a lie," you objected.

Tom couldn't help but laugh at that, nodding at you as he chuckled, "It's you, obviously. Have you seen the last video?"

"Hmm, I don't know, I think Tom's smarter. I mean, you decided to date him, Y/N, which isn't exactly the brightest decision," Harry inferred, earning a loud gasp from his older brother.

"Excellent point," you agreed, your boyfriend's head whipping towards your direction with nothing but absolute offense written on his face.

"Babe! You're supposed to be on my side!" Tom exclaimed. "Why are we roasting me all of a sudden?" he complained.

"You're just too fun to pick on," you laughed, Tom's bottom lip jutting out at your words. "Especially when you do that, too cute," you pointed out, the apples of Tom's cheek turning pink as a smile grew on his lips at the compliment. "But I am smarter," you concluded, shooting the camera a wink.

"Will not refute," Tom chuckled, keeping the flow of the game as he took another card. "If you weren't with me, who of my brothers would you consider dating?" he said, voice pitching higher at the last few words. A look of downright disgust covered Tom's face immediately as he looked at the boys behind the camera who were snickering like the mischievous little shits that they are. "You lot are grim."

You matched Tom's expression, scrunching your nose as you shook your head quickly. Having been with Tom long enough, you now see the three of the Holland boys as your own brothers, so the mere thought of dating any of them is just—

"I'm not even going to think about it," you grumbled as you took a sip of your cocktail and then picked a card right away. "Who's the celebrity who you were the most disappointed with when you met them?" you continued swiftly, a smile on your lips as you looked at Tom who let out a sigh.

"You know I can't answer that," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, your smile growing wider as you picked up the bottle of gin and refilled his glass. "Thank you, darling," he chuckled with a shake of his head, taking a drink right after.

"Is there anyone in my friend group, famous or not, that you do not like?" Tom continued with a raise of his brow, gaze steady on you.

You emptied your glass—that was still half full—without a single word and placed it back down with a small burp. "Oh, excuse me," you cleared your throat with a laugh.

Tom's brows furrowed at you in mere curiosity, gesturing for your glass so he can remake you another drink. You slid it over to him with a soft 'thank you' and a sweet smile. He started opening up the bottle of juice though his eyes were still on you, narrowed in pure skepticism.

"Who?"

"Not part of the question, Tom," you said, flashing him an innocent smile

"I know who it is," Harry coughed fakely.

"Me too," Tuwaine added with a fake cough of his own.

"It's Harrison because he's trying to take you away from me," you commented, laughing at how the blonde lad gasped in utter protest.

"That's a lie because I know who it is too," Harrison defended.

"So, everyone knows except me?" Tom mused, rolling his eyes in the process.

"What else is new?" you giggled with a shrugged, Tom only sighing as he shot you yet another pout. This boy never ceases to use it since he knows you always swoon whenever he does. 'I'll tell you later,' you mouthed, making him nod with a proud smile.

You gently leaned back on your seat, closing your eyes when you felt a little woozy. You took in slow, deep breaths, the marble cold against your palms as your body started to grow warmer from head to toe.

Maybe downing that drink wasn't the best idea.

"You okay, darling?" Tom asked sweetly, tilting his head at you in worry as he went to take your hand in his. His brows knitted together when your skin felt unusually warm in his palms.

"Yeah," you giggled, opening your eyes to meet his concern-filled brown ones, flashing him a reassuring smile and a nod to match as you gave his hand a squeeze. "Just the alcohol slowly kicking in."

"Want to take a minute, sweetheart?"

"No, I'm good. Go on and ask the question bubba," you prompted as you beamed at him, Tom's heart melting at the beautiful curve on your features and more by the sound of that sweet nickname. Although, he knew that you'd reached your calm before the storm.

You're always smiley and extra sweet when you start to get a little tipsy. But from here on out, especially if you decide to take even more alcohol, you start switching from calm to giddily energetic. That's when the words would start flowing out your lips before your brain could even register what you've just said.

Tom replaced your hand with a white card once he was sure you were fine. A cheeky grin erupted on his face as he asked, "What's your favourite sex position?"

You pursed your lips, eyes landing on the ceiling, fingers drumming on the marble surface of the table as you pondered on it for a second. Tom watched you intently, a soft chuckle escaping him when you met his gaze again with a sweet yet shy smile.

"I've got three though," you said, mostly to him but in a not-so-hush tone. Your mind and your mouth don't cooperate sometimes when there's alcohol in the mix.

"Different one for a different mood," Tom hummed with a smirk, finishing up your drink with a squeeze of lime, mixing it up before sliding it back towards you. "Just say one or take a drink, darling."

"I need to slow down with drinking or else I'll be saying much worse things. I can already feel my filter shutting down," you breathed out, tilting your head to the side as you gazed at Tom for a bit of help. "But do I really want this out in the world?"

"Oh, go on Y/N, live a little," Harrison prodded with nothing but utter mischief in his eyes.

You don't know why but somehow, Harrison words were the last straw for that burst of confidence to suddenly overflow. Boldness coated your every nerve as you squeezed your eyes shut and straight up blurted,

"Doggy."

Tom's eyes grew wide, both of his brows rising as he looked at you surprised. Yes, doggy was one of your—and his—favourites, he already knew that, what surprised him was you actually saying it out loud. Although he was swift to turn cocky as he leaned back on his seat, arms crossed over his chest while he kept his gaze steady on you.

As you peaked one eye, you saw that certain smirk of his now playing on his pink lips, one you only ever see privately. You felt your face heat up at that, added from the alcohol and embarrassment. The warmth was quick to spread to the rest of your body though, with the way he was looking at you, it was so hard for it not too. And as your eyes fully soaked him in, gaze traveling from his handsome face sporting that teasing smirk to his bulging biceps, the temperature could only rise. Your senses was now somewhat heightened that you were able to notice every single thing that made your man so fucking attractive and downright hot.

Since when did his hoodie grow even tighter? And damn, why is it so hot all of a sudden? It's probably the alcohol, or mainly just Tom, or simply both.

"Favourite type of porn!" you hear someone from the gang call out—probably Harrison since he's been causing trouble from the very start—interrupting your thoughts. With the alcohol in your system, just as expected, your brain genuinely forgot to take control of your tongue before you could even tell yourself: 'don't!'

"Sometimes hardcore," you let out, slapping your hand over your mouth immediately as your eyes grew wide. You quickly met Tom's eyes, his brown orbs glowing with shock, amusement and a sprinkle of lust. He gave you a soft nod with a soft smile in response, confirming that yes, you said it out loud, and yes it was already too late. "Oh no, this was what I meant when I needed to slow down on alcohol," you groaned, rubbing your hand over your warm face before looking back across your man with a pout.

"Aye! Hardcore doggy yeah?" Harrison cheered teasingly, moving towards Tom and giving his best friend a pat on the shoulder. Tom threw his head back with a laugh, face red but the look of utmost pride was also there. Harrison swiftly offered his fist to Tom, to which the brunette gladly indulged, their knuckles colliding as chuckles escaped the two mates.

You let out a choked laugh as your eyes widened in surprise, jaw going slack with your face heating up even more. "Did you guys just fist bump to that?"

"I mean." Tom shrugged, throwing his hands up with the smuggest grin, causing you to shake your head dejectedly with a groan. You shot Harrison a pointed glare when he went back to his seat, still snickering to his heart's content as if his master plan was in the works.

What a little shit.

"I'm definitely not going to let my parents watch this video," you mumbled with a roll of your eyes.

"I've got a question for Tom though," Tuwaine started, though the glimmer in his eyes told you it wasn't a clean one. "Do you grab it or do you smack it?"

Tom wheezed before erupting into a very rowdy laugh, hands slapping on his thigh as his body shook in nothing but pure enjoyment, his face red from a mixture of embarrassment, glee and the alcohol.

"Oh my—right! Next question!" you squeaked, not giving your boyfriend any time to answer as you attempted to swiftly move on.

"Wait, wait," Tom breathed out as he slowly calmed down, getting up from his seat as he went over to your side. "Harry stop recording for a sec," he called out to his younger brother before he gestured for you to turn until your back was facing the camera.

Tom crouched down in front of you, hands on your knees with a sweet, reassuring smile on his lips. "We'll edit out the parts you're not comfortable with to stay in the vid, alright?" he stated softly.

You nodded with a smile of your own, taking his hand in yours as you played with his fingers. "I'm not opposed to keeping the last two questions since everyone has their favourite position and type of porn. It's normal," you hummed, tilting your head at him as you added, "You saying you've helped me with, you know, that was much more private though, 'cause it's our thing."

"I know, I'm sorry, love," Tom apologized, voice soft but coated with sincerity as his hand went up to cup your face lovingly, brown eyes gazing up into yours with just the same emotions. "We're cutting that part out, I promise."

"But you think your fans would take these questions well?" you queried, leaning into his touch in a way that made Tom's heart do flips inside his chest.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think it's fine. The video is going to be age restricted anyway. And besides, we're both adults, so there's nothing wrong with it," he explained. You hummed in agreement, leaning your head on his hand as you closed your eyes with a soft sigh, your skin very warm against his palm. Tom moved closer to give your lips a sweet peck. "Want some water angel?"

"No, I'm good." You smiled, Tom nodding as he mirrored your grin, giving your lips another kiss before he stood back to his full height and then sat back on his seat.

Shooting Harry the go signal to start recording again, Tom chuckled, "Sorry, needed to cool down for a sec after that." He turned towards the camera, tugging at the collar of his hoodie as he blew out his cheeks to get a point across.

You could only roll your eyes at your man, his laugh growing louder at your reaction. Swiftly taking a card from the pile, you continued with the game. "Is this going to be the theme from here on out, lads?" you asked, eyeing the boys behind the camera suspiciously before you turned back to Tom. "Is there something in the bedroom you'd like to try that you haven't told me?"

Tom's cheeks turned even redder at the question, completely shying away now as his hand went to rub at his shoulder. "I can't think of one right now," he muttered as he looked at you sheepishly. "But no, I'm not answering that since we talk about that off camera anyway," Tom settled with a timid chuckle, refilling his glass and taking a drink of the gin soon after.

"Your turn," you giggled, pushing the pile towards him.

"Oh, okay. What a way to shift the topic," Tom breathed out, scanning the card one more time as he sat up straighter. "If I was in a coma how long would you wait for me?" he asked, meeting your gaze with a tender smile.

"I'll keep waiting for you until you wake up, no matter how long," you answered, without even a single inch of doubt, despite the slight shake in your voice as your eyes started to well up. "Never giving up on you."

"Darling," Tom cooed softly with a pout, the screeching sound of his chair echoing around the space as he pushed his seat back. He went back over to your side quickly, remaining on his feet as he leaned down to engulf you in a tight and warm embrace, swaying you side to side in the most comforting way as he whispered sweet nothings against your hair.

You buried your face in his chest with a shaky breath, the material of his hoodie soft against your cheek. You willed your brain not to think much of it, to not dwell on that thought and focus more on the Tom's warmth that's coated you right now. Or else you'll end up a bawling mess, and with the alcohol in your system, it's not a good idea to start crying now.

Your man pulled away gently with a charming smile, cupping your face with both hands as he towered over your seated form. "I'd do the exact same, just so you know," he hummed, brown eyes locked with yours, his thumbs caressing your cheeks fondly before he dipped his head to capture your lips in a loving kiss. You let out a sweet sigh as you melt at the feeling of his soft lips on yours, mind and heart at ease at familiar warmth. The gesture wasn't fully caught on camera though given that you were turned at the opposite direction.

"I love you," you hummed against his lips.

Tom chuckled sweetly, giving you a few more pecks on the lips before pulling away completely, staring right into your eyes as he whispered, "And I love you."

With that he went back to his seat again, flashing you one of his many charming grins before he turned to the group behind the camera.

"You lot are onto something I can tell," Tom said as he raised a brow at the lads who suspiciously grew quiet, looking everywhere in the room but at you two.

Not thinking much of it, you swiftly took another card and read the question. "What would you do if you suddenly get a call that I was gone?" you trailed off at the end of your sentence, brows knitting together as you turned to the group behind the camera. "Guys, this is a cruel question."

"Oh," Tom faltered, smile slowly slipping away from his face as he casted his eyes at his drink.

"Tom, you don't have to answer it," you called out softly, frown deep on your lips as you reached over to take both his hands in yours. But it was already too late when he squeezed your hand tightly, lifting his head back up to meet your gaze and you felt your heart ache. That's when you saw that his mind was already there, brown orbs glossed up as he let out a shaky breath.

"I'd literally shut down," he croaked. "I-I don't know what'd I do if that happens. I just can't imagine my life without you. I—" he stopped, head dropping as his voice broke.

"Oh Tom, come here," you cooed as you immediately got out of your seat and rounded the table, turning him around and away from shot for a bit of privacy. You squatted in between his legs that were spread apart to be much closer to him, gently cupping his face with both your hands so that you were now within eye level. "Hey, look at me," you whispered when you were met by eyes that were screwed shut.

With a deep intake of breath, Tom willed his eyes to open. He looked at you with a small smile playing on his lips, heart steadying at the sight of your beautiful orbs boring into his own. He leaned forward to close the distance between you two, just so he could feel your lips on his. Tom badly needed to. A soft satisfied sigh erupted out your chest as your hand took home on his warm cheek.

"I'm still here bubba. I'm not going anywhere," you hummed against his lips before giving him warm kisses all over his face that made him stifle out a small laugh. You pulled away a little with a loving smile, wiping away the few tears that sat on his skin with your thumb, your touch gentle and warm.

"I love you so much, you know that?" Tom whispered as he looked at you fondly, nudging the tip of his nose with yours in a wholesome manner.

"I love you too, you sweet, soft boy," you giggled, placing a sweet peck on his lips before pulling him in for a hug. You lifted your head up to shoot each of the boys a sharp glare, the three cowering away in their seats as they each said their soft apologies.

Pulling away with a smile, you cupped Tom's face with a hum, "Better?"

"Loads," Tom sighed with a sweet smile, leaning in for one last peck before he lets you go back to your seat. "You purposely put that in there to make me cry didn't you?" Tom spoke, narrowing his eyes at boys who only shrugged in feign innocence. "You lot are evil I tell you."

"Now let's get back on a lighter note!" you exclaimed, pushing the cards towards Tom since it was his turn to ask.

Tom pursed his lips as his brows furrowed at the question. "If you could sleep with any person in the world, who would it be?" he wondered, eyes locking with yours in warning. "Now, careful with your answer, love," he hummed.

"Is that a threat Holland?" you challenged with a raise of your brow.

"I'm just saying, I may already know or will meet this person in the futur—"

"Chris Hemsworth," you blurted, Tom's mouth falling open as he gawked at you in shock. "I'm kidding," you rushed with a hearty laugh.

"Are you though?" Tom doubted, squinting at you suspiciously.

You bit your bottom lip as you held his gaze, Tom letting out a loud gasp when you suddenly took a drink all while maintaining eye contact with him.

"I'm going to have a word with you later missy," he grumbled, voice suddenly an octave deeper, somewhat a soft growl, one that you felt down to your core.

You shifted in your seat with a clear of your throat, shooting him an innocent smile as you said, "To be fair, you did say—publicly may I add—that you'd sleep with Hemsworth too when you did fuck, marry and kill with the three Chrises so, roll the clip!"

Tom shook his head at you with a playful roll of his eyes. "Touché," he sighed, brows furrowed in confusion when you suddenly covered your mouth.

"Oops, I just realized I said the F-word, sorry Harry," you said meekly, a certain smile on your lips which guaranteed that you were now dancing onto drunken territory. Tom knows you like the back of his hand, if the way you were smiling wasn't enough then, the simple look in your eyes would let him know that the alcohol has fully hit you this time.

"It's alright. One bleep word is nothing compared to last week's video. And it's not like this video has been clean anyway," the young twin chuckled.

"So, Fuck Hemsworth, who are you marrying and who are you killing?" Tuwaine asked.

"Marry Evans, Kill Pratt," you answered promptly.

Tom leaned back on his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest, running his tongue over his teeth slowly all while staring you down. "That's a quick answer Y/N," he hummed, shooting you a teasing glare.

"Oh please, yours was quick too, Thomas," you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest as you mirrored him, never backing down from his stare even though it was making you feel certain things.

"Wait, if you're marrying Evans and killing Pratt, and I'm marrying Pratt and killing Evans, does that mean we're set out to kill each other's husband?" Tom started as he leaned forward and towards the table.

"So, if you were successful in killing Evans, and I was successful in killing Pratt, that means we're both widowed," you continued, laying your hands now flat on the marble surface.

"Meaning there's still a chance that we will still end up together. Meant to be if you ask me," Tom concluded, lifting up a hand.

You moved forward to give him a high-five, missing his hand by a lot which made you let out a loud, hearty laugh, Tom following suit with laughs of his own.

"What are you two on?" Harrison said with a crinkle of his nose.

"Alcohol," you and Tom answered at the same time. Both of your mouths turned into the shape of O's as you looked at each other properly delighted.

"Jinx!" both of you exclaimed in unison. "Jinx again!"

"Our mental synchronization; can have but one explanation," you and Tom sang in harmony, never breaking your gaze as you both smiled proudly.

"You—"

"And I—"

"Were—"

"Just—"

"Meant to be!" You two ended with fits of laughter, raising your hands to go for another high five. You missed Tom's hand again which only made you wheeze, tears of joy brimming in yours and his eyes as you tried for the second time, both of you cheering loudly when it finally landed.

"Cringe, really made for each other," Harry gagged teasingly with a grimace to match.

And then Harrison intervened. "How about fuck, marry, kill, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Felton and," he paused, grin turning wider like a Cheshire cat as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. "Tom Holland?"

"That's not part of the game," you protested with a pout.

"Answer the question, darling," Tom encouraged, looking at you expectantly.

"I'm taking a shot," you muttered, going for your drink but before you could even do so, Tom had already taken it far away from your reach. "Hey!" you whined.

Tom chuckled softly as he shook his head no. "You said it's not part of the game so no, you have to answer," he said. "And that's enough alcohol for you, my love," he cooed, tilting his head at you knowingly with a sweet smile. If Tom will let you continue with the drinking then you'll surely be complaining nonstop about the throbbing headache you'll get and the constant nausea after all this.

You sat back on your chair with your bottom lip jutted out, arms crossed over your chest to match, much like a child as you started to think about your answer. Although the process took way longer than you'd expect it to be and the boys were quick to notice.

"Uh oh, she's having a hard time," Harry teased when a few long seconds has gone by and you still haven't given an answer.

"I don't know how I feel about the hesitation here," Tom admitted as he looked at you curiously, brows furrowing with a chuckle when you were still deep in thought after a few seconds more.

"She genuinely is having a hard time," Tuwaine laughed.

"This is so unfair," you grumbled dejectedly as you looked at your man with a sweet, adorable pout, silently asking for help.

"What'd you do with me first to make things easier," Tom offered with a chuckle.

As if there was a hidden message to his words—there wasn't—your face suddenly lit up, slapping your palms on the table excitedly as you sat straighter. "You know what, kill the other two and I'll fuck and marry you," you declared heartily, eyes locked securely with Tom's with the proudest grin playing on your lips.

Tom's heart did somersaults at the mere fact of you wanting to marry him, grin wide and bright as he stared into your orbs, utmost love glowing in yours that was wholesomely mirrored by his brown ones.

It wasn't long until Tom felt his blood rush down though, heat dancing on his skin as his brain got occupied with the thought of you fucking him too. Certain memories flooded his mind, one after the other that it was getting harder for him to stay calm in his seat.

You are honestly giving him a whiplash with how you make him feel one emotion to another in a span of seconds, though Tom wasn't at all complaining.

"That's not how the game works!" Harrison exclaimed.

"I'm pretty happy with that answer," Tom shrugged with a wide, cocky grin, eyes never leaving yours as he raised a brow at you suggestively. You held his gaze with a tilt of your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth to try and stop your smile from growing.

The interaction didn't go unnoticed by Harry though. "Okay, stop eye-fucking each other you horny teenagers," the younger brother complained.

Tom laughed at that, shifting in his seat as he turned towards the camera. "On that note, we're ending the video there. This has been Tom Holland," he paused, giving you a nod as a cue.

"And Mrs. Holland," you blurted at the camera with a smile, eyes widening once you realised the choice of words you've just used. "Oh wait! No! Fuc—I don't mean no as in 'no,' I meant not yet," you fumbled. "We're not even engaged yet! Don't start with the headlines you." You pointed at the camera in warning.

He shook his head with a chuckle, red tinting his cheeks but pure admiration glowed in his eyes. "You own my fucking heart, you know that? You make me melt all the damn time," Tom gushed through gritted teeth, and it was taking a whole lot of his self-control to not jump over the table and just kiss you senseless. You felt your heart grow at his words but you could only bury your face in your hands with a groan of pure embarrassment. "She's drunk, my apologies," Tom added with a laugh as he turned towards the camera.

"Tipsy, there's a difference," you corrected as you shot him a glare.

Tom chuckled, smiling at you widely before turning back to the lens. "Anyway, see you on the next one and peace!" he finished with the sign and then a salute, Harry throwing out an upturned thumb to signal cut.

Once he saw that the camera was off, Tom was out of his seat in record speed, moving over to your now standing form as he swiftly wrapped both his arms around your waist and crashed his lips onto yours with a low groan. His arms tightened around you as he relished the feeling of finally having you so close.

You giggled against the kiss, resting your arms over his shoulders as you leaned back on the table to keep your balance, your bum half-rested on the marble while your foot stayed steady on the floor, legs apart so that Tom can situate himself between them easily.

"So, fuck and marry me huh?" Tom hummed deeply against your mouth, playfully nibbling at your bottom lip before pulling away so he can see your gorgeous face fully.

"Out of all the things I've said, that's what stuck with you?" you giggled with a shake of your head.

"I mean, you fucking me will never fail to sound very hot, reminds me of the few times you did." Tom wriggled his brows at you suggestively, hands giving your waist as teasing squeeze. "Though I don't know which one's hotter, that or you marrying me," he said with the proudest smirk.

"Will you two take this somewhere else?" Harry complained, always the last one to be left in the room given that he's mostly in-charge with taking care of the camera. Harrison and Tuwaine were already gone, continuing whatever they had to do that day.

"Don't think that would make a difference though," Tom chuckled smugly, looking back at you with a knowing grin.

"Which reminds me how we need to sound proof the fucking walls you nasty rabbits."

"I was kidding. We're not that loud fuck off," Tom remarked, rolling his eyes at his brother.

And to prove how wrong Tom's point was, Harrison suddenly started moaning so piercingly right in the next room, his voice a bit muffled but you can still hear him, loud and obnoxious.

"Fuck! Love! Fuck yes! Just like that, darling! Shit baby I'm gonna—"

"Fuck off Harrison you fucking twat!" Tom yelled at the top of his lungs, the blonde lad's boisterous and annoying laugh echoing soon after.

Tom turned crimson red as the embarrassment coated him from head to toe, head dropping for him to hide his face on the crook of your neck with a groan. You let out a soft giggle, hand landing on the back of his head as you ran your fingers through his hair comfortingly. Your face was warm as you were embarrassed just the same, although there was more of a sense of pride on your behalf because yes, Tom does get a bit loud sometimes, all courtesy to you.

It wasn't always of course, both of you aren't evil enough to torture the lads that much. Aside from the fact that Tom is rarely even home—meaning you don't do the deed that much in this house—the two of you had made a pact to make sure that you're completely alone before properly going at it. Admittedly, it does get a bit hard to keep the noise down sometimes, so the boys have to endure it every now and then. They do get back at you guys soon after as they are quick to be little shits with the teasing and dirty jokes, much like now.

"Maybe we do need to soundproof our walls," you teased once your man pulled away to look at you with a soft sigh, hands running up and down your waist sweetly.

"Or we could finally look for our own place to move in?" Tom proposed with a charming smile, your heart melting at the sight and skipping a beat at his words.

Granted, you've been with Tom for a fair three and a half years already, but neither of you had gone to take that step of actually living fully on your own where it's just no one but him and you in your own home. You've been living in this house for roughly the same time—maybe a year or two less—and you've got no problem living with the lads, you consider them as your brothers now. But you won't deny that having a place exclusively for you and Tom only would be pure bliss.

Of course you've talked about getting your own place and neither of you were opposed to it. It all just came down to Tom being constantly busy and barely even home. You'd rather live with the boys for the mean time than sulk all alone in a house while slowly being buried in the emotions of missing your boyfriend.

Tom also wanted to be there for the most of it—choosing and buying furniture, decorating a thing or two, moving, the likes—but with his schedule, it was hard to find the perfect time.

But now he's promised you that he'd slow down for a bit.

He genuinely hasn't done anything but work nonstop. It was just projects upon projects with only so little breaks in between, a month if he's lucky. Tom is one hardworking man, that's one of the many things you love about him, but he sometimes doesn't realize when he's pushing himself too far.

That's when you step in.

You'd encouraged him to take a breather, even if it's just for half a year or so but you never did pester him about it constantly as you weren't one to take him away from doing what he loves. Unless it gets way out of hand, then that's when you'll be putting your foot down. You know he'll do it whenever he's ready to slow down and now with most of his projects wrapped, he's finally decided that it was the right time to take that much needed break.

"I love the sound of that," you giggled, treading your fingers through his hair before tracing it down his chiseled jaw. "Not as much as I love the sound of you moaning though," you hummed teasingly.

"Well then, let's find our own place so you can hear me moan all for you and as loud as you want, darling," Tom purred lowly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his darkened orbs bored into yours, his hands sliding down to rest on the swell of your bum. He fondled the flesh hotly as he started to lean closer to capture your lips. But before Tom could even do so a loud voice made you both jump away from each other.

"For fuck's sake guys! I'm still fucking here!" Harry yelled, throwing both his hands in the air in downright annoyance and disgust as he screwed his eyes shut. "Go to your fucking room for the love of my sanity!"

You didn't even get a chance to apologise to the young lad as Tom swiftly grabbed your hand and rushed to your shared bedroom.

Nothing happened though apart from a couple minutes of making out, Tom deciding not to take it further given that you were all tipsy and intoxicated. Him deciding since you were persistent on saying you were fine even though you were giggling nonstop, easily tickled no matter how feather-like his kisses were. Not to mention how you could barely even keep your eyes open. So, both of you ended up taking a warm bath and then a nap right after that, instead.

Although the minute you sobered up, Tom made sure you weren't at all quiet this time around. It was due to the pent up tension that's been building since that somewhat steamy Q&A. And maybe, just maybe to get back at the boys a teeny bit for being little shits with both the teasing jokes and the dirty questions.

The two of you went out of your bedroom only at dinner time, stepping foot in the dining area where Harry, Tuwaine and Harrison were all situated. You felt the embarrassment coat every inch of your body when you took sight of the boys, more specifically, their expressions. Tom, on the other hand, had the cockiest smirk playing on his lips as he held his head high, tauntingly chuckling at his mates.

The three lads were sitting around the table with nothing but grimaces and downright disgust on their faces as they all grumbled in unison,

"Rabbits."

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studentville-struggles · 5 years

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For the Love of Cars // Lando Norris

So I’ve been struggling with A Double Life // part 3 because of #writersblock so in the last 2 hours threw this trash together so I could just write something. Anyone else?

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Words: 2093

Proofread? It’s barely written let alone proofread. It might not even be coherent.

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Summary: A girls holiday Grand Prix trip leads to a series of incredible friendships, but could there be more?

Girls trips are the stuff of movies. Dutch braids, glitter, bottles of Prosecco and wine made days of sightseeing and sunbathing hilarious story-filled memories. These three girls had been your confidants and party partners since you arrived at university two years ago. This mini-break was your final getaway before you all headed back for your final year, a last hurrah of the summer.

You’d gone shopping, sunbathing, done a wine tour and even hired a little sailboat for a day, something for each of you as well as the things for all of you. Today was your day, the day you got to pick something to do. You were all nerds in your own way and they’d just have to get on your level now.

It wasn’t all bad the girls decided, there was an element of getting ready, finding that perfect outfit. The girls could cope with outfit critiquing and celeb spotting as you wandered around fangirling at everything little thing you could. You loved cars, always had. You had a little banger you worked on when you were 16, not that you’d have been able to drive it even if you could fix it. The only thing was, you’d never managed to get tickets for a Grand Prix before, so when the opportunity arose for this holiday, you had to.

You were just wandering around various exhibits and chatting about the cars and what you were looking forward to – the girls didn’t really watch formula 1 or care about the cars but were gracious enough to listen along to your ramblings – when another girl, she looked to be in similar age to you, started joining in with some of your chat when you were looking at an exhibit.

“This is really random” she began, following on from your chit chat about engine providers, “but you wouldn’t happen to be at a lot of these would you?”

“Grand Prix? No this is my first, never managed to get tickets before.”

“No fair, it’s always fun to mix cars and girl talk. I don’t usually get that.”

“Oh no, how come?”

“I come with my boyfriends family, it’s alright when his mum or sister is here but sometimes it’s a little male if you get what I mean?”

“Oh no I’m with you 100%, I’m usually the same.”

Dilara and yourself exchanged numbers, with you suddenly realising why she travelled to a lot of Grand Prix with her boyfriends family. Given she was the girlfriend of one of the best drivers on the grid. You had promised to keep in touch and message if you were early to the track tomorrow.

Your friends always joked that you could make friends anywhere given half a chance but it appeared to be true this time. Dilara became a good friend very quickly, having found you had a very similar sense of humour and managed to keep in touch with her after the Grand Prix. Some of your messages to each other were hilarious, and it turned out that she loved a fair few of the go memes that had properly tickled you as well.

Noticing the random laughs at texts, Max had apparently gotten a little jealous and had asked who she’s been laughing at. After explaining your bizarre meeting and how you had been keeping in touch, Dilara started telling Max about you, the jokes and memes she’d passed on. Then an idea formed.

“Do you know who she reminds me of?”

“Yes and I’m already trying to plan so don’t do anything stupid.”

——

Only a few weeks later and you had some VIP paddock passes arriving in the post. You were informed, not asked or invited, that you were going to the next Grand Prix with Dilara and Max, ‘Lara apparently deciding she needed more female company and you needed more time with the cars.

“Oh wow look at this we’re bumping into drivers so randomly, hi Lando how are you?” You raised your eyebrows at her but introduced yourself to the McLaren driver.

Lando became someone very important very quickly. You were both total fangirls over motorsport, and total nerds in your ‘thing’. The fact you could sit and chat and never feel bad for getting too excited about a project, or his races, new setups they were trying, was refreshing. You loved the girls, you loved your time with Dilara, but the friendship with Lando was, in a way, different.

Whenever you quizzed Dilara on her weird introduction of Lando, she would merely shrug say that she was weird and that she knew how well you’d get on.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself spending more and more time at his house. You’d sit in the next room as he played on twitch, finalising papers and essays and cover letters for Masters programmes. Once you were ready you’d have him proofread them. It didn’t matter that he barely understood the topic of your essay, in fact, it made him better at proofreading, always highlighting the bits he thought didn’t make sense. You would usually wait until he finished on twitch, not that you had to wait long given the time you would spend working.

Tonight, however, Lando knew you didn’t have much to do, merely formatting. So 20 minutes into his twitch stream, he shouted for you, earning a ‘Jesus Christ’ from Max who had to deal with that through a microphone.. Sticking your head around the corner, Lando was asking if you were done and if he could read your paper yet.

“Yeah, I was just waiting till you finished streaming.”

“Nah I’m only racing Max, you take over and I can read.”

“Hey!” Max chimed in, indignantly.

You handed a print out of your paper to Lando and pulled on the headset. Comments came in on Lando's stream almost immediately asking who you were and if you were Lando's girlfriend. Unfortunately, your familiarity with Max only added to the dating comments and they couldn’t quite work out how else you could know both of them.

That twitch experience was the first of many. It became a fairly frequent occurrence, you taking over and driving for Lando as he read your work, you chatting to Max and generally bantering about. Once or twice Dilara was with Max and managed to steal the headset allowing the two of you to chat holidays and mini-break ideas, something that was never shown on media other than that. The fans were obsessed with your friendship, and also obsessed with the idea of you and Lando together.

You never brought up their speculation, you couldn’t without admitting how much you had come to care for Lando and how much his approval on the little things meant to you. Every time he let you on his twitch streams, your heart would flutter. Every time he would take you along to a Grand Prix, you had a little celebration, feeling like he might just care like you did.

But he never said anything, he never did anything other than what friends could do. You tried dropping hints, you made him dinner more often than not at one point, always brought him a cuppa when you had him proofread your work. Nothing. You were starting to think your friends were right when they said that boys were oblivious to everything. That or he was ignoring your little hints in the hope you’d give up. He was a formula one driver after all; he could have any girl he wanted, why would he settle for little old you, student, nerd, nothing special. You weren’t a model or a driver or anyone really.

You very rarely spoke about boys with Dilara beyond the old “oh he’s cute” when you went shopping and the two of you “window shopped” boys. You’d try and pick out each other’s type. Though you always joked there was no one for you to pick for her, claiming “sorry no Dutch f1 drivers here” much to her dismay. She’s once asked about you and Lando, at which point you’d already given up on him and didn’t want her to feel bad for you, leaving you responding about how close your friendship was.

What you didn’t know, however, was that you weren’t the only one waiting for the two of you to make a move on the other.

“They aren’t making any moves, why aren’t they doing something??”

“Friends is great, but not what we were aiming for.”

That conversation was put on hold as Lando's call ID appeared on Max’s phone.

“I screwed up and I need a friend to tell me to get over myself.”

“What? What’s happened.”

“I may or may not have realised I fancy the actual pants off of Y/N”

“She’s great, I can see why you like her.” Dilara was leaning in to try and hear what was being said. “I’m not seeing why that means you screwed up?”

“She’s going on a date.”

“She’s what?”

“Going on a date, someone set her up on a blind date and she’s going. I didn’t realise how I felt about her till a date was mentioned and then I felt hard done on by the fact she’s going on it. Like why would she just be sitting around for me?”

Dilara was scribbling little notes out,

“Mate I’m so sorry. You can’t blame yourself though and it’s only one date, it’s not the end of the world.”

“I just never realised how much I took her being around for granted. I just got used to her being here, having dinner with her, her stealing my McLaren jumpers when we’re at a race because they’re the softest there and her cheering for me. Like, fuck me when did I get so stuck up and dumb.”

“Can’t comment on the dumb but girls will do that to you man.” Dilara elbowed him for that comment.

In an attempt to distract Lando from his little feelings meltdown on the phone, Max had suggested an impromptu twitch stream, knowing Lando would shut off a bit if he was driving and that he’d put on a bit of a show for people. However not even 20 minutes later Oliver had popped his head into the room to get his attention.

“What Oliver?”

“Door went”

“Did you get it?”

You knew something was wrong by the tone of his voice, Lando was upset and a little angry at being disturbed. Or so you thought. You didn’t want to be more of a pain, you had just turned up without an invitation.

“Maybe I should come back another time..” you squeaked out. Tears still drying on your face, voice cracking from the crying you’d done in the taxi on the way over.

You might have been quiet but Lando heard you. He practically launched himself out of his sim, repeatedly muttering “no”, his heartbreaking at the weakness in your voice.

Not much could be seen from the setup Lando had from his twitch stream but they could see him rush towards you, dressed in a red cowl necked dress. You looked stunning, more beautiful than Lando could process given the hurt he saw.

“I'm here, it’s okay, you’re okay” Lando was comforting you, the words barely audible through his mic, having shoved it off his head and round his neck. He had no idea what had happened but given you were here and not on your date, tear marks clear on your face, he could tell it wasn’t good.

“Cmon let’s get you in some comfy stuff, can’t have you looking like a Ferrari fan now can we?” The small joke hit the mark, bringing a smile to your face.

“You’re right, got any Red Bull merch?”

“Wow, right in the heart.”

The twitch stream was long forgotten, Oliver apparently ruining Lando's score and pushing all of Max’s buttons. Lando had you in some sweatpants and somehow magicked up an extra-large McLaren jumper, knowing you love the extra snuggle of a huge jumper. His team might’ve looked at him weirdly when he asked for one but seeing you wrapped up in his team apparel made him realise he’d do anything to make you happy and comfortable. He couldn’t fathom how it had taken him this long to realise how he felt. No wonder people teased him for getting extra team kit so she could steal it.

Now he only had to figure out a way to tell you all this.

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choupichoups · 6 years

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Press F (Instagram/College AU)

Lucas swears he’s the absolute master of undetected stalking. Or: Eliott is instagram famous and Lucas is the disaster gay who accidentally likes his post.

He smiles down at the screen, scrolling through the hilarious comments on the post. The exaggerated marriage proposals are probably his favourite because, honestly, same but he’d never be caught dead saying shit like that. Even as a joke.

Maybe.

Lucas sinks deeper into the couch, dimming the brightness on his phone screen just in case Yann happens to look over at some point. It’s not like Yann doesn’t know what he’s up to most of the time, but he’d still like to save himself from some of the teasing, thank you very much.

“Did you see that?” Yann yells at no one in particular, fully engrossed in the game they’re playing. Or they had been playing, since Lucas died in the game a good few minutes ago. He’s got better things to do anyway— like check the guy’s profile for any new updates he might have missed. Lucas isn’t exactly on top of his game when it comes to keeping up with Instagram but ever since his great discovery, he’s spent more time scrolling through the app in more recent times that his entire high school years combined.

“I’m doing another round of this before we switch up the game, okay?” Yann murmurs, already pressing the buttons before Lucas even replies. The latter shrugs, doesn’t care whether he gets to play for the next while. He’s much too preoccupied staring at the new photo he’s been graced with.

The dude, the myth, the legend. Eliott Demaury.

Lucas found out about him nearly two months ago— or more accurately, he found Eliott’s short film, Polaris, while scrolling through Youtube one dull Friday night. He’d watched the entire thing at three o’clock in the morning and promptly obsessed over it for the next couple of hours. Finding the director’s Instagram and seeing a puzzle posted on it hadn’t doused his interest either. If anything, that just made it worse. His last two braincells had worked in overdrive trying to rewatch the film and solve the puzzle at the same time.

Needless to say, he’d managed to find Eliott’s personal account in the end but the feeling of accomplishment only lasted until he saw that quite a lot of people had also found it. Mr. Demaury, has, in fact, half a million followers on his Instagram and Lucas could have probably found it easily if he’d just googled it instead of driving himself nuts figuring out what the riddle meant.

“Man, this is too hard.” Yann groans from beside him and Lucas can only assume he’s lost another round. He offers a vague noise of sympathy for his friend. “Are you really doing this right now?”

“Hm?”

“You’re really out here stalking your man during our we time?”

Lucas drags his gaze off of Eliott’s majestic photo so Yann can get a full view of his frown. “Our what now?”

“This is our time, Lucas. Best friend bonding time. 22h to 24h, it’s on the contract.”

He starts laughing, can’t help it when faced with the truly affronted expression all over Yann’s face. “What contract?”

“You signed it when you were like two years old.”

“Uh huh.” Now certain that Yann’s just talking nonsense, Lucas returns his attention back on his phone. “Legit age to be signing contracts.”

Yann doesn’t say anything but he steals Lucas’ phone from his grip and holds it out of reach when Lucas scrambles to get it back. “You don’t even follow him, what the hell?”

“That doesn’t matter, give it back!”

“So what, you just search up his profile all the time?”

“What about it?”

“That’s so sad, Lucas.”

“Shut up,” he says, snatching his phone back once it’s finally in his reach. “Imane knows this guy, I won’t hear the end of it if they get even a little hint that I’m looking at— Yann!” he screeches, shaking Yann’s shoulder with one hand while his other holds the phone up to his face.

The horror in his voice must be evident because Yann immediately straightens up, dragging Lucas close so he can take a look at the screen as well. “What?”

“Oh no… oh no no no.”

“Oh shit.”

“What do I do?!” Lucas waves his phone at Yann, almost decking him on the nose in the process. Yann stills him, shaking his head at the bright red heart below Eliott’s post. “Do you think I should unlike it? I can still do that right? He won’t see the notification, he gets a lot anyway.”

“No, man, that just makes it weird.”

“But…”

“You have to follow him.”

Lucas gives him a withering look. “Are you serious right now?”

“It’s natural! You like the post, okay, chill, next you follow. He gets lots of notifications, as you said. By the time he checks back, 200 other people would have followed him too. Wait a couple more days then unfollow and unlike.” Yann rubs at his back, sounding so sure of himself. “Then you can go back to your sad stalking ways after that.”

He shoves at Yann with a scowl, making sure to kick at his friend’s limbs as he slides off from where he’d basically crawled into the other’s lap in a desperate bid to retrieve his phone. And look where all that effort has gotten him.

“You sure that’s not weird?”

Yann throws a pillow at his face. “I already said it’s natural. Honestly if somebody did that to me I wouldn’t think anything weird of it.”

“Okay.”

Lucas hits the follow button, closes out of the app, and shoves his phone under the cushions. Whatever happens next is a problem for tomorrow.

He doesn’t go back on Instagram until well into Tuesday evening, choosing instead to finish all of his homework and maybe do a little bit of reading ahead of time for his biology class. It’s a wonder how much one is capable of getting done while avoiding the thing they usually obsess over.

But he’s only human. So letting go of all the self control he’s managed to conjure up the entire morning, he pulls up the app and slowly scrolls through the new content. He doesn’t know why he’s dreading this so much anyway— literally nothing is probably going to happen. Eliott won’t even notice the new addition to his massive following and Lucas would be able to see his posts without having to search up his username all the goddamn time. It’s a win-win.

Lucas doesn’t curb the smile pulling at the corners of his lips, even though a small part of him is a little disappointed. Not that he’s expecting anything to come out of this ridiculous infatuation anyway but knowing what Polaris is paired with that caption, the post sounds increasingly more romantic the longer he thinks about it.

So Eliott’s taken already. That’s cool. Great. But this is nice, at least, Eliott’s posts being readily accessible for him like this. Maybe he shouldn’t have made a big deal about following the guy in the first place. Only Imane seems to know both Eliott and Lucas anyway and she’s not the type to unnecessarily pry into other people’s business.

He still doesn’t hit like on the post though. He has to be subtle about this, he’ll wait a couple more posts to go before liking another one. Lucas is extra careful to avoid double tapping the screen when he goes back to his feed, no longer holding his breath for a catastrophe as he mindlessly goes through other new posts and notifications.

Which explains why he’s entirely too unprepared for what happens next.

srodulv started following you.

He clutches at his phone with both hands, forcibly shoving down the urge to scream and throw his phone out the window. He’s ill-equipped to deal with this. It’s not supposed to happen; Eliott shouldn’t have noticed him and Lucas should be free to get on with his life without knowing that some god in human form has probably seen the dumb photos he posts with him and the gang and— oh god, what did he post during that party last week again? It doesn’t look too stupid does it?

Lucas frantically skims through his own profile, wanting to shrivel up and die for every post he finds way too embarrassing to be seen by the guy.

The apartment door creaks open and Lucas throws himself off his bed, running out to the living room and most likely startling Yann out of his mind but that doesn’t matter right now.

“Yann!” he yells out, reminiscent of the panicked tone he’d used the night before.

“Huh?” Yann turns around, dropping his bag on the floor as he slips out of his shoes.

Lucas stands in front of him, holding out the phone over his head like it’s Simba. “He noticed me,” he whispers as if there’s a chance that anyone else would hear them.

“Who?” Yann looks from Lucas’ wide eyes to the phone in his hand. The screen is eye level for Yann so he merely peeks up to see what all the fuss is about. “Oh.”

And then Yann starts laughing. Lucas, personally, doesn’t find anything amusing in this situation.

“Can you stop that? I’m so stressed out right now,” he huffs, bringing the phone back down to his chest so he can stare some more at the notification that changed his life.

“Sorry, you gotta admit it’s a little funny.”

It’s not, but okay. Lucas continues frowning down at the screen, wondering if it would be too weird to mass delete half of his old posts.

Yann takes his phone away before he does anything stupid.

“You said he won’t even realize,” Lucas mumbles miserably, mind flashing back to that one stupid meme he’d posted about three weeks ago. God, Eliott’s going to unfollow in the next ten minutes.

“I’m not right about everything. Anyway, isn’t this a good thing? The guy only follows like 20 people and you’re one of them.”

Wait, what?

He reaches up, tilts his own phone in Yann’s hand so he can confirm that with his own eyes.

And okay, maybe that makes him feel a little giddy inside. Deep down. Just a little.

“Congrats, man. Not everyone gets noticed by their crush.”

“I don’t have a crush.”

“Sure.”

“Shut up.”

His phone beeps with another notification and they both look down at it simultaneously, like birds honing in on loose bread. It’s almost comical the way they gasp in unison when the notifications start popping up. From instagram user srodulv. Eliott. Eliott’s straight up just… liking a lot of his posts. Embarrassing memes included.

Yann opens his mouth to say something but Lucas grabs the phone out of his grip and runs back into his room, shutting the door so he can freak out in peace.

#elu #skam france #skamfr #elu fic #thats a lotta tags #did i make this blog just so i can post this?#more likely than you think #this is how i cope #all the au #i feel like we're all just staring into the void #waiting for the clip to drop #im gonna sleep #elu insta au #fictag

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jedilegacied · 5 years

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What if I want the entire OTP thing for Jaina/Jag?

who in your otp:

drives when they go on road trips? do they switch at the halfway point? does one drive there and the other drive back?

Jaina prefers to be in the pilot's seat as much as possible when they travel but she will let him share the duty on long trips.

looks over the menu for fifteen minutes before ordering the same thing they order EVERYWHERE they go? does the other half of your ship get annoyed by this, or do they find it endearing

I think they both are willing to try new things but if one has a regular it might be Jag, since I can see him being the type who knows what he likes at a particular restaurant and defaulting to it when he’s busy thinking about other things.

is more likely to get arrested?

Oh, it’s absolutely Jaina. 100%. She’s the one who might start a fight or break a law.

is afraid of rollercoasters? does the other half of your ship try and convince them to face the fear, or do they take a softer approach and not push them at all?

I don’t think either one is scared of that sort of thing. Too many years piloting fighters in wars for a thrill ride to genuinely scare them.

shows up at home with a dog unannounced despite the fact they’ve already got three/four/however many pets?

If it was one of them, it would probably be Jaina simply because she’s the more impulsive one but she knows she has too much going on for pets, and so does he, so realistically neither one is likely to do this.

demands that they do date night? does the other person complain or do they go with it just to see the excited look on their partners face?

Hmmm, 50/50 split here because there are times that each of them gets caught up in whatever is happening in life at the moment and forgets to take time for themselves, so the other one might ask for a date night together to break that routine.Neither one complains though. They are both usually more than happy for a reason to spend time together.

is the clumsy one whose always tripping up flights of stairs or over their own feet? does it stress the other half of your ship out or do they find it hilarious?

They’re both pretty graceful, but Jaina has the Force to help her there. He might be the one more likely to simply because she has that advantage, but if she didn’t she would 100% be the one tripping over her own feet. It definitely doesn’t stress them out, I could easily see him getting a laugh out of the rare occasions she stumbles and vice versa.

picks the music when they’re in the car? does the other complain about their taste in music?

Jaina picks, both because I can see him being the type who doesn’t need the background noise and because he’s happy to make her happy with small things like that.

insists on paying for everything when they’re out? do they fight about it?

Generally, he does, but by now they're married so it’s mutual funds for them as a couple, I’m sure. Jaina doesn’t complain though. She generally doesn’t carry a lot of credits on her because... Jedi.

is the one to quietly suggest they get high together for the first time? how does the other half of your ship react?

I honestly can’t see either of them getting high casually? TBH if anyone it was probably Zekk, and half as a joke, suggesting that they both need to relax lol.

is secretly terrified of horror movies and yet watches them all the time bc its something the other half of your ship loves?

Jaina’s probably the one secretly sacred (or more made anxious, really) by those kinds of things. I don’t know that he’d LOVE them though, doens’t seem his style.

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talks in their sleep? does their partner record it and call them out, or not tell them and keep it as a secret so they can keep enjoying it?

Jaina, though rarely, and usually if she’s talking in her sleep its because she’s having a bad dream so he doesn't record it to tease her with later, but tries to comfort her. On the occasions that she’s saying cute things because she had a good dream he probably keeps it to himself as a secret enjoyment.

brings up the conversation of marriage + babies? how does the conversation go?

Jag definitely brought up both first, and not because she wasn’t into it but because he just tends to say what he’s thinking about those sorts of things when he’s sure about what he wants. Both went reasonably well. She was surprised but more than happy to venture into both of those things with him.

has to pull the other back by their back of their sweater when they try and do something stupid in public?

100% Jaina lol. More times than either of them would like to admit.

is more likely to pick the other up from the airport with an obnoxiously large cardboard sign? what does the sign say?

Also Jaina, with very silly, mushy messages about how long he’s been gone on them.

tries to cook a meal and accidentally almost burns the house down?

Maybe Jaina? She CAN cook, btu she’s not incredible at it and can get distracted by things, whereas he’s more disciplined and is less likely to forget something is on the stove.

deliberately makes a squeaky chair squeak until the other person flips out?

Jaina, when she wants hs attention, and before they were married. This is teens/early 20′s Jaina in a big way when he is working too hard and she wants him to stop and come to be with her.

falls asleep no matter what position they’re in + needs to be carried to bed?

Jaina, though honestly, wartime taught them both to pretty much fall asleep anywhere they could get a quick rest in. She just never really turned that habit off when wars ended and will still sometimes crash in whatever chair she’s sitting in or what have you and he’s good enough to pick her up and put her in bed if he can without waking her.

is the little spoon when they cuddle?

Either. Easier for it to be Jaina of course, but she’s not above wrapping her tiny self around him if he happens to have his back to her in bed. But mostly it’s her, because she likes to snuggle in against his chest and have his warmth surrounding her.

hates thunderstorms and needs to be comforted for the duration?

Neither, tbh she kind of loves them.

brings the other breakfast in bed? is it a proper cooked breakfast - or just an old muffin?

Either! Jaina is probably more the type to go get muffins and bring them t him in bed with his caf, and he’s probably more the type to dedicate some time to cooking for her, but she isn’t huge on breakfast so she’d be equally happy with caf and a muffin herself.

convinces the other to go on a hike? do they love it, or are they absolutely miserable?

Weirdly this is apparently Jaina, if their honeymoon is any indication. But she had a goal in mind. If it’s more for casual exercise I can see it being Jag more often. I think she likes the excuse for them to spend time together more than the actual act of hiking and it’s probably the same for him.

can never admit they’re wrong?

Absolutely Jaina. She’s stubborn and likes to stick to her guns too long when she’s wrong.

lets the dog sleep on the bed when the other isn’t paying attention?

I don’t know if either of them would?? Jaina doesn’t want to have to clean the sheets and Jag is probably too disciplined to let a pet run wild over the house.

uses emojis in replace of words? does it drive the other person insane?

Jaina, maybe, and definitely ironically and for the purpose of making him shake his head at her, which he does but probably also secretly finds it cute.

who decorates their house? does the other come home and blink at all the pastel pink and force a smile despite how much they hate it?

I think he would let Jaina decorate, though neither of them is likely to fill the house with pink or ornate things etc. They both have a reasonably minimal aesthetic

is more likely to get into a fight to defend the other?

Battle couple so... both. Jaina’s more likely to initiate it though, whereas Jag probably mostly jumps in to defend after it’s started.

is constantly spewing random facts about absolutely anything and everything? does it annoy the other person or do they find it all interesting?

Mmmm, that’s Jag, probably talking about military strategy lol. Probably Thrawn. Jaina doesn’t particualrly share the interest but she does find his enthusiasm endearing so she supports it.

is the lovey dovey drunk?

For sure Jaina is a lovey drunk, but I can also see him being a soft drunk, wanting to snuggle with her and stuff. But Jaina definitely is.

laughs at their own jokes? does the other laugh at the joke… or at their partner?

Jaina again, and he definitely smiles along.

is competitive about EVERYTHING?

Both. They like to challenge one another and always have since they were kids.

apologises first when they have a fight?

Even split again. Maybe leans a bit in Jag’s favor only because Jaina is a little more stubborn, but she’s also tired of wasting time on arguments about things that don’t matter really.

makes the other a flower crown? does the other wear it without complaint or beg not to be embarrassed?

Somehow I can’t see either one making a flower crown???

is more likely to put their fist through a wall when they’re angry?

Jaina. She’s the spitfire.

sends the other memes despite the fact they’re laying in bed next to each other?

Jaina. SHe probably got that from years of Jacen’s bad jokes.

wears the others clothes the most?

He couldn’t fit in her clothes if he tried, but she steals his all the damn time.

pranks the other on a near constant basis? how does the other react?

I don’t think either is prone to pranking the other honestly.

comes up with obnoxiously sappy pet names for the other just to watch them roll their eyes?

Oh, I can see this being both of them, trying to see if they can get the other one to make a face about it, kind of a game and challenge.

forgets their anniversary?

Neither. Jaina maybe would be the more likely but she will never allow herself to and he’s too organized to miss a big date like that.

is impulsive and makes big choices for them without stopping to think through what it all means?

Jaina, absolutely. He’s regimented and thinks things through before he acts and Jaina runs on pure instinct half the time. She tries not to make life-changing decisions without him though because they are partners and that’s a shitty thing to do to someone you love.

writes cute messages for the other on the bathroom mirror when they have a shower?

Aww I wanna say Jaina but actually... maybe Jag? Just because his sweetness is subtle like that and on the rare occasion they aren’t in the sanisteam together I can see it...

has to do the dishes because the other gags any time they stick thier hands in the water?

Why do I feel like Jaina is the one grossed out by dirty sink water???

jumps into the pool without testing the temperature, and who dips their toes in first?

Jaina jumps, Jag looks before he leaps. This is literally their entire personality in one question lol.

tries to kill bugs in the house… and which one stops them and gets the bug out of the house alive and well?

I’d imagine both might equally be willing to bug kill if needed, but Jaina has probably started to shoo them outside when she can since the whole Dark Nest bs. Feels a little wrong killing bugs now.

can speak a second/third/forth language and uses it to annoy the other when they’re fighting?

Both speak more than one, but I think Jaina speaks more than he does and probably does occasionally pester him with that skill.

says i love you first? does the other immediately say it back?

He said it first because, again, when he knows he feels something he doesn’t hide it. She did say it back though, even if she was much more nervous about declaring such a thing.

wins when they arm wrestle?

If it’s purely a muscle contest Jag wins, but Jaina has the Force, so...

gets caught singing some old, corny one direction song to themselves?

Either one maybe, but I love the idea of Jag occasionally singing some song from the holos when he was a kid idly every once in a while and Jaina sitting back and listening with a grin on her face but never pointing out that he does it so he can’t learn to stop himself.

is forever forcing the other to take selfies with them? does the other person complain every time?

MMMM neither feels like a selfie person to me? They get too many pictures taken by the press lol

shows up at the others house with chinese food + a six pack of beer when they’re having a bad day?

Considering ‘Chinese food and beer” that reads like Jaina. But he’d do it for her, just with probably more refined choices lol.

sends the cheesy good morning/night texts?

They both do.

can never admit that they were wrong?

They both are pretty stubborn but this is more Jaina probably. He’s more willing to admit if he wasn’t right.

suggests they send out a christmas card together? does the other go for it, or question when they turned into old people?

I feel like he’d be the one to suggest it, because it’s a sort of formal thing to do at the holiday season and would be polite to send to mutual connections. Jaina goes with it, but with some teasing.

is a morning person and who pulls the covers up over their head and begs for five more minutes?

He’s more the morning person. Jaina would stay in bed if she could.

is constantly insisting they won’t need a jacket before they go out… and then has to steal the others when they get cold?

Also Jaina, lbr

is a smoker and has to deal with the other forever showing them gross photos to try and convince them to quit?

Neither.

decides they need to go on a health binge and throws out all the sugary food in the house? how does the other react?

If anyone did it would be Jag, but I think they both like their little vices.

holds all the important documents when they’re travelling? why?

Jag probably, simply because he’s the better organized of the two.

hates flying? how does the other help them relax before/during/after a flight?

They both love flying, but Jaina doesn’t love being a passenger in flight.

is more likely to suggest a lil fool around in the bathrooms at a club? how does the other react?

Oooooo, this is both of them at varying times. Jaina’s more blunt about suggesting it but he’s just as likely to pull her away.

plans a night of boardgames for date night, and who plans a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant?

Jaina probably leans towards the boardgames slightly, and Jag towards the romantic dinner? But this is pretty switachable I think.

cries watching the news?

Neither. Jag mostly takes the news with a straight face, and if there’s an emotional reaction it’s probably Jaina yelling at them about how they’re idiots.

teases the other one for having a crush on them… despite the fact they’ve been dating for a year?

Both. Absolutely both.

belives in aliens?

I mean... it’s Star Wars. Aliens exist lol

is constantly leaving the lights on in every room in the house?

Probably Jaina, though not often.

rocks the seat on the ferris wheel?

Who is the reckless one here? Oh, right, it’s Jaina.

is a terrible liar?

Neither one is good tbh. Jag’s good at diplomatic speech though, where Jaina just doesn’t bother trying to hide what she means to say. But she can lie if she has to, to anyone else. Jag can see through her.

is always reading the other their star sign despite the fact they don’t believe in any of it?

MM he’s not the type to and she couldn’t care less about that.

who panics when mecury goes into retrograde?

Neither

insists they watch documentaries to broaden their knowledge?

This is Jag, lrbh.

is constantly renovating part of their house but not finishing one thing before moving on to the next?

Jaina, maybe. Three projects going at once.

uses all the hot water?

Her probably, but rarely.

is the shower person? whose the bath person?

They both probably default to showers but Jaina does LIKE a bath if she can get one.

is most likely to be unfaithful?

No no no look neither of them would cheat, sorry

bonus questions:

what is your otps song?

Up in our bedroom after the war - Stars

do their families approve of the relationship? why/why not?

Generally yes. They’ve had 20 years to get used to the idea by now. They two work together in ways they don’t with other people and there’s no denying it after all this time.

whose friends do they hang out with more?

I feel like they have a very small group of friends and a lot of cross over at this stage in life and that’s who they spend their time with, so it’s neither her friends nor his, but THEIRS. Also a lot of them were her friends first probably, but he’s come to be friends with them too?

what do they do on their first date? did they have a first date, or did they just sort of… start dating?

They were definitely the just “start dating” pair. It’s hard to have a first date mid-war. Their early dates consisted of meals in the private Twin Suns mess when the other pilots weren’t there and freeing up time to spend on one of their quarters.

what is their favorite way to spend the holidays? do they go to one of their families houses? or do they create their own tradition by staying in bed listening to christmas music and getting drunk?

Jaina annoyingly decorates and puts on Lifeday music a little too early, they visit both families if they can, because it’s one of the rare times they’re all able to spare some time to.

what do they name their dog? do the give it a super boring name like allen - or do they name it something like bubblegum princess?

They don’t get enough time for pets, but I feel like they would give one a silly name if they had one.

how do they handle emergencies? does one of them crack under the pressure - or do they bicker because they both need to be in control?

They work exceedingly well in a crisis, having had plenty of life or death situations together by now. They fall into a routine of letting the one with more knowledge take the lead and dealing with it quickly and efficiently.

how did they meet? were they immediately drawn to each other?

Mid war, surprise surprise. They were definitely both immediately drawn together and have always been, like magnets. They had a little sassy rivalry at first but pretty immediately were interested in one another.

what do they fight about the most? how do they resolve their fights?

Hmm, probably about work things, and they’ve come to the agreement that if it’s a serious matter they just drop it because their duties will sometimes conflict and they have to make things work for them despite that. Usually, they just concede and give in to cuddling together instead of talking about the thing that is currently not meshing.

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typicalfictosexualfangirl · 5 years

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dare-out (bnha one-shot; shinso x todoroki x mina x f!reader)

a/n: idk this idea just got into my head and yeah i really wanted to write it, i’m gonna use first person pronoun for the reader bcus that’s how i roll, and don’t question the way i write HAHAHA

summary: four people out to do some dares !!

Shoto, Hitoshi and I were lazing on the couch, just some casual netflix and chill while Mina was taking her own sweet time dolling up.

Well, in actual fact, it was only Hitoshi and I watching Lucifer that was playing on the television as his head laid on my lap.

Shoto was leaning against my shoulder, eyes glued to his phone, probably scrolling through Instagram or something. The three of us had bought him a smartphone his last birthday and yeah, we kinda convinced him to download social media so we could tag him in pictures and create a group chat where we share posts of memes and drop not-so-subtle hints of gifts that we wish someone would get for us.

Shoto adjusted himself on my right, shifting his butt further from me so that he was now lying on my lap too.

I sighed, realising that we have waited for Mina for almost 2 hours. “Babe, are you almost done yet?” I yelled from my place on the sofa, struggling not to move too much and ruining the comfortable positions of my two boyfriends.

“Yes!” she staggered down the stairs.

“Finally,” Hitoshi heaved, sitting up. The three of us turned to look at her, to find out the outfit that had wasted all of our times.

She had on a pale blue long-sleeved crop top that showed off her navel piercing that was of a breathtaking amethyst, a grey skater skirt that stopped mid-thigh, and furry ugg boots.

She spun one round for us to take in her entire outfit, “What do yall think?”

“I think,” I paused for impact, “that did not have to take a full one and a half hour,” I finished my sentence, smirking at her.

She pouted, “Bitch.”

“Now that everyone’s ready, can we go and get some food already?” Hitoshi complained.

“In due time,” I turned to him, pecking him on the lips, “but before that, let’s play a dare game.”

This time, Shoto spoke up, “That doesn’t sound good.”

“Aw, it’ll be fun!”

“Yeah, it does sound fun!” Mina exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me from behind the couch.

“So, we will split into two teams, the ladies versus the gentlemen, and the game will last until dinner time,” I explained the basic rules of the game, “the team that gives in on the most number of dares will have to do the other team a favour, deal?”

Knowing that they can never say ‘no’ to us, both Shoto and Hitoshi sighed in defeat.

“The boys can start,” I suggested, looking up at Mina who gave a nod in agreement.

“Okay, we’ll start with..” Hitoshi trailed of deep in thought, “[Y/N], wash your hands in the toilet bowl,” he smirked at me, the rest of our jaws dropping.

After processing the information, I caught myself and smirked back at him, “Easy.”

The four of us headed to the bathroom as I plunged my hands into the toilet bowl, Mina flushing it for me.

Once I lifted it from the water, I started spraying the water at Hitoshi.

“Oh no, you don’t, get away from me!” Hitoshi screamed as I chased him around the house.

Shoto helped me blocked his way, restraining him with a hug to prevent him from running any further as I happily wiped my hands clean on his shirt.

I thanked Shoto while Hitoshi muttered, upset, “I hate you.”

“I love you too,” Shoto smiled at him.

Mina kept her phone away and spoke up, “Okay, Sho, I dare you to order every single thing on the menu at McDonald’s.”

Shoto grinned at the sound of that, whipping out a credit card from nowhere that was very much Endeavour’s, “I can do that.”

“How has he not terminated that card already?” I questioned.

Shoto shrugged, “Probably because he’s willing to go to great extents to make up to us and patch the family back together.”

“Well, whatever. Let’s all go get some food, I’m starving,” Mina whined, shoving us all out the door.

“Says the one who made us wait for 2 whole hours,” Hitoshi stated, earning him a slap on his upper arm. “Ouch,” he rubbed the spot he was hit.

“Guys, stop the domestic abuse and pick up your pace,” I joked.

��You’re the one who abuses us the most,” both Hitoshi and Mina retorted.

I cowered into Shoto’s side. “Sho, they’re bullying me,” I pouted, causing Shoto to let out a chuckle and he patted my hair.

Buying out the entire menu was certainly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. We ended up having an eating competition, that was a draw between Mina and I, and quite a bit of leftover food that we did not touch.

We decided to pull pranks on people with it by immediately serving the food to them as soon as they told the counter their order. There was also one time where a little boy was tugging on his mother’s sleeve, pestering her about wanting to eat what we had, so Mina just went up and dropped a paper bag in front of them. It was all in good fun.

Shoto turned to Mina, our last paper bag in hand, “You see that group of guys there? Go sit beside them and chat them up while eating their fries.”

“Sure, but if I get beaten up yall gotta stand up for me okay?” she waved us off, stalking towards them.

We watched as Mina hopped onto the chair beside one of the guys, starting up a conversation and casually eating his fries. Every time she reached for the fries, the guy’s eyes would dart from her face, to her hand, to his fries, and back to her face again when she popped the fry into her mouth and slowly chewed on it. He tried to move the packet of fries away from her but she would somehow find her way back to it and eat them again. It was truly a hilarious sight to watch.

It was only when the group stood up, the rage burning in their eyes that we decided to interfere, afraid that a fight would break out. Shoto gave them the bag of free food as compensation for the fries that Mina ate.

“Well, that was intense,” Hitoshi commented as soon as we got out of the fast food restaurant.

Mina agreed, “It was scary and hot at the same time, I’d say I’d never do it again but we all know I will.”

We all burst out laughing.

“I wanna give a dare now!” I exclaimed, raising a hand. “Sho, Toshi,” I turned to both boys, “we can’t be selfish so it’s time for us to share your bodies with your fans.”

The looks of horror on their faces made me laugh out loud again. They sure did not like physical affection, unless it was from either one of us.

I placed my hands on their shoulders, “The two of you shall provide fanservice by giving free hugs at the central plaza.”

“Without your shirts on,” Mina added as soon as I finished.

I nodded at that suggestion. “You two can pass it up if you are prepared to do us ladies a favour!”

It was then that Hitoshi was motivated to not let the dare get to them, “Never.” He dragged Shoto by the hand and headed for the plaza, “Come on, Sho, we’re not gonna lose today. We’re gonna prove them wrong and show them that we can do this.”

At the plaza, Mina and I were seated at the fountain, holding up the signs we had made for the boys to give hugs to the members of the public. It was a heartwarming sight indeed, people of all ages going up and wrapping their arms around them, the genuine smiles on their faces contagious and attracting a whole lot of attention, brightening the day of those that were here to witness this exchange.

“They would be so much more popular if they were more willing to smile in public like that,” Mina whispered in my ear.

I nodded in agreement but I couldn’t imagine it. They have definitely become more expressive ever since the four of us started dating, but my selfish ass kinda not want anyone else to see the expressions they could make.

“Earth to [Y/N]!,” I heard Mina spoke as she wave a hand in front of my face, breaking my reverie.

I shook the thoughts out of my head, “Sorry, I was just thinking about that large group of schoolgirls before.”

This caused a smirk to form on Mina’s face. “Ooh, girl, you jealous or something?” she nudged me in the side.

“I guess,” I muttered, embarrassed.

“But you were the one who dare them to do this,” her voice was accusing, even though that was the absolute fact.

“I know,” I heaved a sigh.

“Aw, babe, you know you don’t have to be,” she wrapped an arm around me and I leaned my head on her shoulder, “you mean so much more to us than we can express, and even if those two idiots were to dump your stupid ass, just know that I’ll always be here,” she comforted me.

I gave her a smile as thanks and she leaned down to kiss me, a reassurance to tell me that she meant every single word she had just said.

Shoto had his hands on his hips and Hitoshi had his above his knees, both of them were panting hard.

“Whoa, you guys seem like you just came back from a workout or something,” Mina commented on their sweaty and disheveled appearances.

After catching his breath, Hitoshi spoke up, “Damn, that was harsh.”

“[Y/N], you alright?” Shoto asked me gently, coming to sit on my other side.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, other than being jealous of the group of girls back there, she’s good,” Mina explained the situation in my stead.

I shoved her away from me, “Traitor.”

She stuck her tongue out at me in response while Shoto tilted his head slightly in confusion, “But weren’t you the one who suggested we do this?”

“That’s what I said!” Mina huffed.

“That’s why I couldn’t say anything,” my voice was muffled by my hands covering my face.

Hitoshi sat on the now empty spot beside me. “You know there’s no reason for you to,” he pulled me into his side.

“Yeah, to us you’re irreplaceable,” Shoto added, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning on me, “it was all thanks to you that we are who we are today.”

“That’s what I told her!”

I grinned. If anyone asked me what bliss was, I’d tell them it was this moment, but it was not only that, it was all the moments I shared with them, all the memories we made together. Four people of different personalities, backgrounds and lifestyles coming together, and sharing a house together. Sharing a life together.

“I’m so glad you guys are a part of my life.”

a/n: THIS IS NOT THE END, I WILL BE BACK WITH A CONTINUATION, MORE DARES, AND MORE OF THESE FOUR

#BNHA #SHINSO X TODOROKI X MINA X READER #bnha reader insert #bnha fanfiction #heartsuharu fanfiction

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nicol3houghts · 5 years

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STOP WATCHING THE OFFICE: other things to watch this summer

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE ZIE OFFICE!! But as much as it pains me to say, the office isn’t a personality trait, so I’ve decided to make a list (e.g. Buzzfeed lists) of my top 16 recommendations for TV and podcasts to watch and listen to—since we all need to stop being basic bitches and FOCUS!

I hope you listen to me when I say these shows are amazing and actually watch them if you have the time. I'm doing this because I care about you and your TV preferences.

I'll break it up by streaming service, starting with Netflix then Hulu, YouTube, then Podcasts last.

*I apologize in advance for the lousy grammar and lack of editing, but also not really sorry bout it.

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On NETFLIX:

1. Arrested Development

Number of Seasons: 5

Number of Episodes: 91

Hours to Binge: 35

Okay, number one on my list is Arrested development. A lot of people I talk to, especially in my age range, don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about, but this show is GENIUS... on G*D. I’ve watched it around four times now, and each time it gets better and better. I read somewhere that it was created as a satire of Bush-era incompetence and idiotic hanky-panky during the Iraq war. But at its heart, the show’s about a rich family with four adult children—who are all goofy and quirky. Their dad get’s thrown in jail for doing business with terrorists or something like that and Micheal Bluth (Jason Bateman) has to get them out of weird ass situations.

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Above is one of my favorite scenes (Best clip I could find on youtube!!).

This show has a LOT of jokes and long running bits that you kind of have to pay attention to to get the storyline. It’s hella META, and at times, can be really weird (see George Micheal Bluth and Maeby Fünke’s little Les Cousins Dangereux). In conclusion, however, Jason Bateman is hot, Micheal Cera is hot, and Tony Hale is ~super~ hot.

P.S. a lot of memes come from this show that you would know but don’t know that it’s from this show.

2. The Haunting of Hill House

Number of Seasons: 1

Number of Episodes: 10

Hours to binge: 9

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Scary as f*ck! Do not watch yourself or u will die. I warned you.

I'm not going to spoil it too much, but it's about a family living in a spooky house and crazy ass shit keeps happening to them. They eventually move out, but even 20 years after--when the kids are all adults--the haunting of the house follows them.

There's even a 17 min scene that they shot in one shot!!!!!!!! That's wiLD.

3. Schitt's Creek

Number of Seasons: 5

Number of Episodes: 66

Hours to binge: 25

Yet another show about a rich family loosing all their money. A bit different than Arrested Development. This show is about a rich ass family loosing all their money and resorting to live in Schitt's Creek--a town in Nowhere, U.S.A. the family bought as a JOKE. It's a really easy watch. The characters in this show are SO un-relatable and mean it's hilarious--only if u f*ck wit dry humor tho.

Here's my favorite character, Alexis Rose just being iconic:

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Give it a try, the first few episodes are rocky, but it gets better. That's a guarantee.

4. American Vandal

Number of Seasons: 2

Number of Episodes: 16

Hours to binge: 9

A lot of people already probs watch this show, but it's honestly so beautifully written. The show is an homage to Making a Murderer, a true crime mockumentary of sorts. It follows two guys, Sam and Peter as they try to figure out a mystery: WHO DREW D*CKS ON THE TEACHER'S CARS?

Also, JIMMY TATRO!!!!!

Season 2 follows a different crime and it's... it's poopy.

5. Mindhunter

Number of Seasons: 1

Number of Episodes: 10

Hours to binge: 9

YUH. Just started this, already on ep. 8, very interesting. Mindhunter is about the first FBI agents to use profiling to catch serial killers. THE CHARACTERS IN THIS SHOW WALKED SO THAT HOTCH AND REID COULD RUN.

This show is no joke and based on true serial killers like the coed killer, the shoe fetish killer, and BTK, it's very.... very creepy.

ALWAYS carry pepper spray on ya, that's fer sher.

6. Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

pinot noir, caviar

7. John Mulaney: The Comeback Kid

eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs

8. The Good Place

is it really the good place?

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On Hulu:

9. Broad City

Number of Seasons: 5

Number of Episodes: 50

Hours to binge: 18

One of the greatest television series of all time about two baller best fraaands who get into the schemes of the century in New York City. Illana, a ferocious kween wit ZERO f*cks, and Abbi, an aspiring artiste with a great ass. The two work min-wage jobs in NYC (so they're broke) and they're just trying to find luv and a good bacon egg and cheese.

Think Sex and the City but fresh and new and wild. Abbi and Ilana's dialogue and schemes are relatable af, it makes it seem like you're there with them. Their co-dependency is so powerful... yet at moments, a lil destructive. I once had a friendship like this.. and let me tell you... co-dependency is a wild ride.

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Some of the funniest scenes in this show is just of them talking on the street. Sometimes, when I'm walking with my friends, I pretend like I'm in the show lol.

I recommend you start from beginning to end because of the endless callbacks and running gags, but if not start with season 3, episode 7 B&B-NYC. Blake Griffin is in it.

10. Community

Number of Seasons: 6

Number of Episodes: 110

Hours to binge: 41

What can I say about this show to make you watch it? Well first of all the fact that Childish Gambino (Donald Glover) is in it should already have you clicking over to Hulu by now.

Community is about seven quirky misfits: a disbarred lawyer, a failed housewife, an activist everyone hates, a racist old man, a stupid jock who lost his sports scholarship, a high-strung know-it-all who took too much adderall, and abed. They all end up at Greendale Community College with a phsyco spanish teacher and a colorful dean.

This show is kind of a parody of a sitcom, and it is VERY meta--often referring to themselves as TV show characters. The seven get into hilarious adventures and obstacles along the way. The show also genre hops from time to time. For example, they have a whole pillow fort vs. blanket fort episode (Pillows and Blankets, season 3, episode 4) in a Ken Burns documentary style, an episode in claymation for Christmas (Abed's Uncontrollable Christmas, season 2, episode 11), and a bunch of paintball episodes in style of Quentin Tarantino and StarWars.

Again, you should start at the beginning, but if you want to get into it quickly, I really loved Pillows and Blankets (season 3, episode 4).

11. The Mindy Project

As a "petite asian woman" who is not petite, this show is very relatable. About finding love and eating good in the big apple.

P.S. If you don't like Kelly from the office, you're dead 2 m3.

12. Brooklyn 99

Cool. coolcoolcoolcool. Jake Peralta is the greatest detective/genius.

13. Superstore

If Walmart and the office had a baby and it was incompetent.

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On YouTube and Facebook Watch:

14. The Real Bros of Simi Valley

Number of Seasons: 2

Number of Episodes: 14

Hours to binge: 4

You straight up know these guys, fool. Four stoner/burn-outs who think your hometown's Mexican food is the best in the world. Amazingly written and surprisingly good acting. Lightweight lowkey thought they were speaking another language at first.

Jimmy Tatro, Cody Ko, Getter, and Nick Colletti. What more do you want? LITERALLY WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?

The unnecessary drama and endless quotable jokes in this show leads you wanting more with only 14 episodes totaling at around four hours.

Watch the first season YouTube here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybcPQVipNAw

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Podcasts:

15. Tiny Meat Gang

Aha hah bro last night was a movie bro ON GOD.

Noel Miller and Cody Ko talk about literally anything, but goofy. I can listen to them talk for straight up hours.

I usually listen on Apple Podcasts, but you can also watch on YouTube:

https://youtu.be/ZCMs4FrC_c0

Just start listening, bro.

16. My Favorite Murder

No shade to Codel, but My Favorite Murder is my all time favorite podcast. Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark are two hilarious women who love murder. Not murdering, but the psychology of murderers and survivors. Each Thursdays each of them tell a story about a murder. They don't make fun of murders, but it's their banter that makes it fun to listen to.

If you're a fan of true crime at all, please listen so I have more people to talk about it with. shouts outs Jenna for putting me on to the show!

Here are my favorite episodes!

*tip: skip the first 15-20 min to the first murder when first listening.

150: How Dare You Kill Kelli

The Hanging of Alice Riley and The Murder of Reyena Marroquin

131: The Uninhibited

The Murder of Standford White and The Case of the Boys on the Tracks

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oofurixmas · 6 years

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This time (it will be alright)

From: @ichikonohakko

To: @the-bug-witch

Soulmates and reincarnations are a given-thing, but skeptic Abe Takaya would never be a sappy believer… until he met a certain Mihashi Ren.

Merry Xmas and Happy New Year! I’m really sorry if this is a bit messy, I hit a writer’s block and this piece was pretty much my try-to-start-again piece. Your request stated you wanted AbeMiha snuggly fluff (or memes) and you like AUs… so here’s an AU with a fine spice of fluff and angst (sorry again, I’m just way better at writing angst). Please enjoy your gift!

Abe Takaya knew that the universe wasn’t so simple.

Soulmates are not predetermined, reincarnations are not real, and people around him were just screwing around with him and someday they would finally tell him that it was just one big fat joke. Shinooka wasn’t the reincarnation of some princess and Mizutani wasn’t a ronin samurai who had fallen in love with her. They didn’t ‘find each other again after so long in a destined fate’ or anything. They were just a sappy couple who loved sappy tropes.

Even his mother and father had thought that the reincarnation thing was a load of croak, but they do believe in soulmates. After all, Takaya could see the beautiful lilies blooming on his mother’s shoulder every time she and Dad were close to one another. And those lilies should have looked ridiculous on his Dad, but it wasn’t. And people are all proud to show their marks to the world or flaunting to the magazines about the previous lives they remembered. Takaya hated it and he swore that he would never ever be a sap. This world also had plenty of people who didn’t meet their soulmate and yet still got married and functions as normal members of society. Takaya expected to be one of those people.

“Oh you shouldn’t be so negative, Taka,” Shun said lightly as he stared at the small dot on his hip. “Who knows that you’re going to find someone who’s not only your soulmate, but also your lover from the past. Mom and Dad happened to not remember their past lives, but they found each other again just fine. Don’t you think that’s amazing?”

“Not really.” Takaya rolled his eyes as he got around the room, trying to prepare for morning lecture he would probably be late for if he didn’t finish up soon. “Well, whatever floats your boat, I guess. But I am going to find my soulmate someday. Just you see.” Takaya sighed as he stood up and ruffled Shun’s hair. “Sure you will. See you later, kiddo.”

Yeah, right.

ii.

Takaya’s skepticism was sort of a running joke in his current circle of friends.

And he really couldn’t blame them, because they were all already going out with their soulmates. Shinooka and Mizutani, Sakaeguchi and Suyama, even Izumi had been converted the first week of university when he was ran over by an excited Hamada, who yelled at the entire campus that he had finally found his soulmate. The only sane man in Takaya’s circle of friends was one Hanai Azusa.

The former captain of Nishiura baseball club had a healthy amount of skepticism, which was the only reason why Takaya genuinely liked the guy, but he was also open to the concept of finding his own soulmate. Unlike Takaya who actively tried to shut down any arguments regarding his own past life or soulmate, Hanai very much knew that he was a cook somewhere in Spain in his past life.

Takaya genuinely thought that their circle of friends would stay like that forever, with his friends being fools and him and Hanai being the straight-men of the world. But it all changed when a certain Tajima Yuuichirou from the veterinarian faculty came crashing down on Hanai after the other slipped off the stairs in their favorite café.

It was the first time Takaya saw it with his own eyes. The way those sunflowers bloomed on Hanai’s wrists and all the way until it covered his right arm, feverish and warm and magical as the guy who fell on him groaned and scrambled away from Hanai with identical sunflowers wrapping his left arm. “Whoa!” The stranger said loudly as he eyed Hanai from head to toe. “Are you Mariana?! You’re bald!” Hanai exploded into red when he screamed ‘SHUT UP ANTONIO’ and dragged the other to have a private conversation.

That had been three months ago, and now Tajima Yuuichirou is a part of their group and Takaya had never cursed his life more than he does right now when Tajima was the only person waiting for the others in their favorite booth by the café.

“You know, Abe,” Tajima started as he leaned towards the wall next to him. “Are you really not interested about your soulmate? Or at least what your soul-mark looks like?”

“No.”

“How about your past life? I can remember up to three lives ago perfectly, others kinda blur. But I know that I’ve only been a girl once and Hanai’s been the girl twice.”

Which was hilariously fitting and has been the topic of the group’s running joke for the two months since Tajima told them the story of Mariana the Spanish cook and Caroline the church organist. But really… “I’m not really interested at it, no.”

And unlike Hanai and Tajima, Takaya never had a dream about his own past life. He couldn’t remember them and didn’t really care to remember. He knew that sometimes people would go to hypno-therapist to find out more about themselves but Takaya was not some people.

“Well, suit yourself then,” Tajima said as he took a comic from the table and began reading. Takaya was thankful for the silence between them.

iii.

Takaya woke up feeling terribly hot and feverish, but he had a pop quiz worth forty percent of his grade today and he would not miss them.

His mother was worried and fussed over him and it made him feel nostalgic. She didn’t really fuss over him all these years, but there was someone who… would…?

What?

Takaya shook his head, dismissing his unreasonable déjà vu on his feverish state. The soul-mark on his collarbone was particularly hot, but he slapped it with some cold patch and he was out running to the nearest bus stop.

That day was a particularly blurry day for Takaya when he told the story years after, but there was always one part he could remember clearly more than any other part.

He remembered that it was a spring, and flower petals were falling around campus, and Takaya woke up to a stranger’s crying face.

“-ou o-okay?”

Nowadays when Takaya told the story, he would say that there were two things that caught his attention at that time. The first one was how beautiful the stranger was and the second one was the scattering baby breath flowers on the stranger’s neck.

But really, the first thing Takaya did was knock the stranger’s forehead with his own as he abruptly tried to sit up from the stranger’s lap.

“You’re… Mihashi Ren, right? Best pitcher of Gunma and Tajima’s former pitcher…?”

He was dressed like a typical university student, with a varsity jacket and baseball cap that seemed to hide his eyes. But he was unmistakably Tajima’s best friend, the other half of Gunma’s star-battery of Mihoshi Academy. Takaya knew him from both TV and Tajima, and yet…

It didn’t prepare him for the scattered baby breaths blooming on his collarbone and all the way to his cheek.

Mihashi Ren kept his eyes on the ground, fingers fiddling on his shirt as he struggled to give Takaya the answer to his question. His eyes flitted from the ground and to Takaya’s neck and then to the ground and anywhere but his eyes. “Well?” Takaya pushed, earning a startled garble from Mihashi Ren, who then leaped back on an instant.

“Y-y-yeah! I-I’m Mihashi… Ren…”

Takaya had a really high fever, and he also had a pop quiz worth forty percent of his grade today and he would probably miss them if he didn’t run soon. But…

But that day, Abe Takaya ended up not running to the classroom.

He ran to Mihashi instead.

iv.

When Abe Takaya woke up, he didn’t know why he felt angry that Mihashi Ren was not the first person he saw after he opened his eyes.

It was stupid and ridiculous, and horribly irrational and Takaya hated it and…!

“A-are you… awake…?”

Mihashi Ren was standing behind the curtain that separated Takaya’s bed with the other bed in the infirmary. His fingers curled at the edge of the curtain and only his face was visible. Takaya breathed in relief. He’s okay. He’s safe.

…what?

“Sorry I scared you, Mihashi…” Takaya began as he tried to calm the weird gnawing worry that just won’t leave him alone. Mihashi nodded then shook his head (it was really confusing, but Takaya figured that he just didn’t understand Mihashi) before sitting down on a chair on Takaya’s left. “You… collapsed all of a sudden…” Mihashi mumbled, eyes not meeting Takaya’s own. “I was. Worried. About you.”

“I’m sor-“

“But I always. Worry. Last time, you… didn’t make it…”

Takaya snapped his head at Mihashi, who was still staring at his own lap. His heart was ramming onto his chest, probably because of the fever, but also because of what Mihashi just said. Was this… his past life…?

“Do you remember… your past life?”

There was a nod, and for the first time since their really bizarre encounter, Mihashi stared at him with undeterred determination. Takaya noticed just how… pretty Mihashi looked. Hazel eyes, orange-ish brown hair, furrowed brows and all Takaya could think of was he was home.

“I-I should probably get going. It’s. Weird. I mean, you clearly don’t remember? So…”

Somehow, the notion of Mihashi not being with him ticked him very much. So Takaya grabbed the other’s wrist so hard he could have left a bruise if Mihashi wasn’t wearing a jacket. “Please, stay. I don’t really get it but I don’t like the feeling of you not being with me.” Mihashi stared at him, shocked and scared and relieved all at the same time. It confused Takaya, but he just knew that he had to make Mihashi stay.

“S-sorry…” Mihashi said as he sat on Takaya’s bed, his eyes glued on the baby breath scattered on Takaya’s neck. “I-I don’t think I’ve caught your name…?”

“I’m Abe. Abe Takaya,” now Takaya didn’t know why he cried or why he went on to hug the star baseball player of Gunma whom he knew nothing about, but it felt right and it didn’t feel sappy.

It felt just right.

Tajima Yuuichirou was the first person to scream when Takaya brought Mihashi to his favorite booth at the café.

“SEE?! I TOLD YOU THAT ABE IS PROBABLY YOUR SOULMATE!”

It was deafeningly loud, but Mihashi laughed and it was all that mattered.

(And yes, Takaya knew that he sounded like a lovestruck sap. But it was for Mihashi, so…)

Bonus

Mihashi Ren always loved to sleep in.

It reminded him—grounded him—to the fact that he was not living in his past life when things could go wrong at any time anymore. He was not sleeping in the barracks, where he had to be extra careful not to let anyone knew that they were sharing a blanket together. He was… here.

“Ren… stop wiggling…”

He stilled at the sound, reflexes from his previous life still somehow there. Unlike most people who remembered their past life as something like a dull memory, everything felt too real to him to the point that he had trouble differentiating between his memories and reality. He lost count of the time he broke down and cried whenever the explosion happened and ripped them both apart, only to have his mother and doctor calming and reminding him that nothing was happening to him…

But here he was, Mihashi Ren, sleeping in the arms of Abe Takaya on a lazy Sunday morning. He ran his fingers on Abe-kun’s cheek, slowly noting the peaceful look on his usually-grumpy face, down to the baby breaths scattered around his neck and chest only to converge on a spot on his collarbone…

“Are your perving on me, Ren?”

Ren startled, but Abe-kun pulled his waist until they were even closer than before. “I don’t mind though. You should perv on me some more.” Abe-kun put his face on the crook of Ren’s shoulder and slept.

It was alright. Everything was fine.

This time, they are together.

#oofuri #oofurixmas2018 #the-bug-witch #ichikonohakko #abemiha #abe takaya

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pikakehimesama · 6 years

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We Don’t Talk Anymore

So this was supposed to be posted on my birthday, but life got in the way. Oops. Jungkook x You Oneshot (College AU! FWB AU!)

[Rated M for Adult language and implied sex]

Jungkook can’t talk to girls, that’s a known fact by everyone. However, you, someone who’s a part of the female species, is the only he can talk to.However one problem, you know the main reason why he cannot talk to girls, and truth be told, you wish he stopped talking to you. written bc I think it’s utter b.s that Jungkook can’t talk to girls LOL

Word count: 8,000~ Warning: crude language, implied sex.

“Hey girlie!” Hoseok swings an arm around your neck when he sees you walking in the hallway. You roll your eyes and playfully shove his arm off and turn to face him. Hoseok is standing in front of you with his hands casually on his hip, his dark wash jeans hugging his legs nicely and his white with black sleeve baseball tee framing his toned upper body.

“What do you want?” You sigh and put your two hands on your hips, mimicking his pose.

“So there’s this party this Friday, wanna go? It’s not going to be that wild. Plus, we don’t have school that day.” his playful smile tells you there’s more to this innocent party than what he portrays to you.

“Probably, why? Are the rest of the boys going?” You inquire and Hoseok just responds with a nonchalant shrug.

“I assume so,” he says and starts walking off, with you falling in step with him. Hoseok and you share the same classes so naturally he’s always there to see you first thing in the morning. “Think Jungkook was going too, he was trying work up the courage to talk to that girl. You know the one he always freezes up in front of?”

“In his defense, he freezes when he sees any girl he’s down to fuck.” You sigh as you roll your eyes.

Jungkook, also known as the school, no, city-wide playboy, also known for his capability of not being able to talk to anyone he would like to get with.

“Yeah, you’re right. Honestly, I have no idea how he does it.” Hoseok lets out a laugh knowing you were right.

“Well, I’ll think about going, Hoseok. Just to watch Jungkook fall helplessly to his stuttering, yet still get that girl to fuck him.” You answer, as you both enter class.

Jungkook was one of your best friends, well you were friends with all of the popular kids at your school. It did help you were popular too, captain of the cheer squad. Not that impressive as many would assume your personality was peppy and that typical stereotype of cheerleaders, but nope. You were stone cold, you hated girly stuff, you would rather swig a beer (or vodka 99% of the time) and play video games in someone’s basement than go to a nice brunch.

Jungkook was probably the one you were closest with out of all the popular boys at your school. Hoseok was the second closest to you, mostly for both of your strong capability of taking in alcohol.

Everyone else, you were friends with, but not as close.

The teacher droned on and on, as you watched Hoseok blatantly ignore the teacher, he already knows he can just copy off your notes later.

You were a decently smart student, maintaining mostly A’s, a couple of B’s here and there. Most of your friends just copied off your notes, knowing you had clean notes, and could help them pass, just like what Hoseok was doing.

You know Hoseok was just talking in the group chat, that also included you. He would show you a couple of messages here and there. Some were memes that Jimin or Taehyung would send, some were complaints from Yoongi and Seokjin who were in class telling them to shut the fuck up. But mostly, the ones Hoseok would show you were Jimin and Taehyung making fun of Jungkook and his incapability of talking to girls.

I’M HUNGRY CHAT ROOM

Jimin: so how was your date the other day Kookie?

Taehyung: probably went like, uh uh.. Uh. uh. I can’t talk because i’m a pussy

Jimin: hahaha 😂🤣😂

You: At least he gets more pussy than all of you. The most you get is from Namjoons cat.

Namjoon: shut the fuck up fam.

Namjoon: and leave my cat out of this conversation.

Namjoon: She’s so much better than the rest of you fucking peasants.

Jungkook: Well, if we’re counting Namjoon’s cat, I get twice as much pussy. Also, just got more pussy today.

Namjoon: fucking leave my precious cat alone.

Seokjin: but the cat loves me the most. So I get the most pussy. Also we all know that I got the most pussy out of this chat.

“What the fuck did you start in this chat.” Hoseok is trying so hard to hide his laughter in class. You know even though Hoseok blatantly doesn’t pay attention to the professor and is normally just on his phone or laptop playing a game, you know he has the decency to be quiet in class.

“Well honestly, I thought it would shut them up.” You mutter as you write down the notes, “I thought it would make them speechless, not go off and create more stupid jokes.”

“Well, this honestly a fucking gem from the chat.” Hoseok laughs as he screenshots the conversation, to save later for ammo. Or to create memes, which you know he does in his spare time.

From Jungkook: You’re dead to me.

To Jungkook: sorry, i couldnt hear you over your inability to talk to females. Sorry, i’m too pretty.

From Jungkook: Shut the fuck up you prick.

You roll your eyes, knowing you’re done with pay attention the boys and their conversation so you shut off your phone and continue to pay attention to class.

Jungkook calls after you, swinging an arm around you as you head towards the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat. You roll your eyes and wiggle your way out of his grip.

“What do you want Jungkook.” You look up at him, and his hands are now in his jean pockets. You take a note of his outfit, knowing it's the same outfit he normally wears, white shirt, denim jeans and his tims.

“Well, there’s this girl,” he starts off and you know the next words that are going to come out of his mouth and groan in response.

“I thought you were trying to bang that nerd that’s a chemistry major?” You ask and you see a sly shit-eating grin appear on his face as you both head towards the table where the rest of your friends were sitting.

“Done and done. Missed my last class for it.” His proud tone causes a raised eyebrow from Yoongi and Namjoon.

“Done and done with what?” “Missed class for what?” Yoongi and Namjoon ask simultaneously. This perks Jimin and Taehyung interest as they look up from their food.

“Banged that chem nerd. She was an easy one.” Jungkook said as he sat down, handing you a bill knowing he wants you to buy his food for him. You just stomp on his toes as you turn around to head towards the food in the cafeteria.

Jungkook spills the dirty details to your friends, and you know he just sent you away, to spare you the details of his escapade in the chemistry lab.

You go and buy him and you a sandwich, having used Jungkook’s money to pay for your own food. This is a daily routine between you and Jungkook. He walks in the cafeteria with you, sits down with your friends then gives you money to buy you food. It used to get on your nerve, until you realized you got a free lunch when Jungkook would give you money for the food.

Yeah, he was an ass, but at least you never paid for your food. Honestly, you never paid for anything while you were with him, which was nice.

“Jungkook paying for your meal again?” Seokjin asks from behind you as you stand in line at the register.

“Why else would I buy food for myself.” you joke and Seokjin rolls his eyes in response. Honestly, out of all of them, you would date Seokjin, but his personality clashes with yours, sadly. And maybe you tried it once before and it did not go as planned.

“So, when is Jungkook going to realize you’re in front of him and he doesn’t need to go after all those pathetic idiots?” Seokjin asks and you bit your lips in response.

Seokjin and you, had a history. He’s the reason why you were friends with all of them. You were fuck buddies when you first entered school. You met at a party, and after that, you both just met up to fuck. The sex was amazing, and he knew what he was doing which was the best part and he was good at it. You two tried to do the dating thing, realized it was weird, and that fuck buddies is what it would always be between you two, you ended the relationship. This was also the point when you realized you liked Jungkook.

Seokjin thought it was absolutely hilarious, that you, a cold-hearted girl would like Jungkook, when he obviously did not feel the same about you.

How you realized? You realized he could talk to you so easily, hang out with you to play video games, but with any other girl he liked? He couldn’t even talk to them.

Honestly, it stung a bit.

“Shut up, before I punch your favorite part of your body.” you snarl as you pay for your food and Seokjin pays for his.

“So, the new girl, who’s she?” Jimin asks when you and Seokjin return back to the table. You toss Jungkook’s sandwich at him as you plop down next to him.

“She has a stellar body. Super fit and knows what she’s doing. I always thought about going for her, and she’s so fucking hot.” Jungkook goes on and you feel your heart racing, knowing who it might be. He turns towards you and here comes the moment of truth.

“It’s Eunji. She’s on the cheer squad with ____.” the truth comes out and your heart shatters.

Of course it would be Eunji.

It’s always fucking Eunji.

Eunji is the definition of the the cheerleader stereotype. She’s cute, and sexy, like an impossible combination to find within a girl. She has an amazing body, with an amazing boob to ass combination. Her curves and volomptous body was something every girl wanted to achieve in life. Eunji was the most sought out girl on campus by all boys, and girls too. Eunji swung both ways. In all honesty, she should’ve been named cheer captain but she was too irresponsible to your coach so she made you cheer captain instead.

“Ah, her, of course you would.” You roll your eyes as you hear Jungkook and the rest of the boys go on and on about her during lunch.

Jungkook: hey, so there’s that physics exam coming up....

You: yes, yes there is. Thanks for informing me about something I already knew. Also. Stop texting me. I’m in class.

Jungkook: can you tutor me today? I really need help :(

You: and what’s in it for me? My services are not free :)

Jungkook: you get to play on my Nintendo Switch and my VR set at the apartment :))

You: and? That’s all? Jimin’s offered a better deal to help him with English ... sooo no.

Jungkook: and i’ll buy all your favorite foods.

Jungkook: and buy you a bottle of vodka.

Jungkook: :)

You: F I N E. I expect a large ass bottle of vodka.

~*~*~

After school you always had cheer practice, while Jungkook had basketball practice. Jungkook, Yoongi and Jimin were all on the basketball team, but Jungkook would be the one to give you a ride home since you both got out around the same time.

Cheer practice was a drag as you had to hear Eunji go on and on about how she needed to meet a guy who could satisfy her because even though xx person had an enormous dick, it wasn’t enough to please her. Meanwhile everyone sympathized with her and half of the cheer team offered their services to her.

Honestly, her very existence pissed you off, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact Jungkook wanted her over you.

It wasn’t because you were jealous that Eunji and Jungkook would make a good couple, the girl from the cheerleader dating on of the top starting five of the basketball team. Nor was it because you were jealous over the fact that she was probably extremely good at sex, something that would be compatible with Jungkook’s level of experience.

Yeah, absolutely nothing to do with those facts.

You quickly leave the locker room, not even bothering to change as you run out to meet Jungkook so you don’t have to hear Eunji talk about her fucking the guy with the large dick the other day. Also the moment she mentioned Jungkook’s name had you bolting out of the locker room, not wanting to hear her finish her sentence about she thinks her and Jungkook would be compatible fuck buddies.

Still in your cheer uniform, you see Jungkook parked in front of the lockers in his black Toyota Supra. Every time you see his car you always remember how much Jungkook was into nice cars. He looks up from his phone once he sees you in front of the door and unlocks the car for you and goes back to his phone. You know that being his best friend for so long equates to him seeing you in a cheer uniform quite a lot, but the fact it never affects him always stings a bit. There’s never any compliments, no jacket throwing at you to cover up, it’s always no reaction with his stoic face.”

“So, you think Eunji is gonna come on Friday to the party?” Jungkook asks when you get into his car. He normally drives you to and from school which is extremely convenient.

“Ah, probably. There’s going to be alcohol. I think most students will be there no matter what.” You tell him, slowly turning up the volume up on his stereo. Jungkook’s music was always calming to you, but you wanted to use it to tune out this conversation.

Jungkook reaches for the volume button a stop light, turning to down a bit and looking towards you, “You think I actually have a shot? She’s like, the hottest girl I know.” he tells you and you feel the arrows stabbing you right in the heart as you put on your best fake smile.

“Yeah, Who wouldn’t like some stumbling loser who’s apparently magical in bed? Some guy who can’t even call a girl her name in bed but has her screaming his name.” You joke, and you can feel your heart clenching in pain with each word that comes out of your mouth. You tell yourself it doesn’t matter, but you know it does.

It does matter that he thinks Eunji is the hottest girl he’s ever met. It does matter he doesn’t see you for anything else other than his best friend.

It doesn’t matter.

Eunji is just some check mark on his list, you reassure yourself.

You’re the only one that’s been constant in his life, you tell yourself.

“Hey that’s rude. But, I won’t say anything. Let’s stop by the market and we can buy your favorite foods for tonight.” Jungkook tells you and looks at your outfit, “You should probably wear a jacket though so you don’t get weird stares in the store by all the old people.”

“Ah, I forgot my jacket at home today.” You tell him to which you see him roll his eyes at the stop light. He looks at you and then reaches into the back and throws you his jacket.

“Don’t you dare steal my jacket. It’s my favorite.” Jungkook grumbles as he slams on the gas once the light turns green. You throw the jacket on and feel engulfed in his scent and the fact that you’re practically drowning in his over sized jacket.

He pulls into the market parking lot and you step out of the car and see Jungkook do a once over of you.

“Ah, it looks like you’re not wearing pants, but whatever, let’s go.” he says, locking his door and quickly walking towards the doors. You quickly chase after him, trailing him as you watch him grab a shopping cart and follow him down the aisles.

“Do you ever imagine doing this with your future boyfriend? It’s just such a domestic thing to do.” Jungkook tells you, paused in front of the meat section, analyzing the different meats.

“Ah, I think it would be fun, you know?” You tell him, “Going shopping with your significant other and buying food to cook at home.” you look at him staring at the different meats and you point to the sirloin, “That one will taste better. It’s a bit more red and it’s not gonna expire as quickly.” pointing to the one in his right hand.

“Oh, uh thanks.” He tells you, quickly stepping back once he realizes how close you are to him, “Let’s go buy your favorite foods.” He quickly puts the meat in the plastic and into the cart.

You finish shopping an hour later, mostly because you had to keep telling Jungkook which meat or vegetable would be better to buy. That boy is always picking out the ones that almost expire.

There was also a lot of back and forth arguing of you wanting to buy all your favorite snacks but Jungkook would tell you it’s too much.

But here you are, the back seat filled with half the bags of your favorite snacks and alcohol.

“I can’t believe half of the shit I bought was for you.” Jungkook grumbles as you’re happily humming along to his playlist.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over how much you love me and are eternally grateful for me.” You look over at him and give him a sarcastic smirk.

Finally arriving at his apartment you help him unload all the bags into the cabinet and refrigerator, leaving two full bags of groceries filled with your favorite foods and drinks. After you two finish unpacking everything, he clears the dining table and lines it with your favorite foods and the physics textbook and his notes.

“So, what did you need help on? I assume everything because it’s you.” You tell Jungkook once you take your seat next to him, opening the bag of your favorite gummy candy.

“Yeah, I dunno. This section has been rough on me you know? I don’t understand almost anything.” Jungkook tells you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Maybe you should start paying attention in class for once instead of texting or ditching class to bang a girl.” You mutter as you review his notes and his past homework, which he did pretty poorly on considering he normally averages an 80% in science.

“Geez, I don’t ditch class all the time to bang a girl. It was only that chem girl. She was so desperate, I couldn’t turn her down.” Jungkook groaned, “She kept sexting me before school, I couldn’t just turn her down.”

“Yeah, you can turn her down. It’s something called self-control. Maybe you should learn it someday so you can start passing your classes.” You shoot him a side-eye and return you focus back to his homework.

“You have no idea how much self-control I have.” he mutters under his breath but it goes unnoticed by you as you write out a problem on his notebook that he struggled on.

“Try do this problem. I’ll help you after two minutes.” You tell him, sliding the notebook towards him. He groans but takes it anyways. He tries to complete the velocity problem, but it’s ultimately lost on him.

“Geez, I guess we’re starting from scratch. I hope you’re ready.” You tell Jungkook after analyzing his work for a variety of problems you write down and he couldn’t finish.

Drilling all the different physics formulas almost felt impossible but at least after a couple hours pass and a couple of empty gummy and chip bags later, he can somewhat finish the problems with relative ease.

“Oh, wow, you actually got 85% of the problems right. Congrats Jungkook.” you tell him once you finish grading his practice problems you set up for him.

You feel his pull you in for an embrace has his head is buried into your shoulder.

“You’re amazing.” He murmurs into your ear and pulls slightly away from you, but you’re still in his embrace, “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

“Yeah, you’re so lucky, you better cherish me you asshole.” You joke to which he just smiles brightly at you. It’s one of those warm-boyish smiles. The one where his face scrunches up, and his eyes turn into to little curves.

“So, shall we play with the VR system? I got Beat Saber last week.” Jungkook asks once he drops his arms from his embrace.

“Lets go! I’ve been wanting to play it forever!” You happily tell him. The two of you clean up the dining table, throwing all your food trash away. He sets up the VR system on the T.V as you wait patiently on the couch.

“So what kind of songs did you download for the game? I saw a play of Gangnam Style that went viral. It actually resembles the actual dance!” You comment as he sets up the game, which doesn’t take too long.

“Yeah, I have Gangnam Style. Taehyung insisted it was the first song I downloaded. You can browse through the songs, I have a lot.” he tells you once he opens up the main menu for Beat Saber.

JUngkook goes through the instructions of how to play the game. He puts on the VR headset, and adjusts it so it fits nicely on your face. Honestly, it is amazing. The graphics are so realistic and he hands you the controllers you search through the songs, going for Gangnam Style.

You’re actually kind of bad at the game at first, but you hear Jungkook laughing at you as you play through the chorus that has the beat map designed so you’re dancing Gangnam Style.

Jungkook shows you the video he took of you once you’re done and you punch him while he’s just laughing at you failing your arms around while playing the game.

“Oh my gawd, stop laughing you asshole!” you try to pry the phone out of his hands but fail. It starts a mini war between you two as you climb on top of him, trying to grab the phone. After you finally grab his phone, you realize that you’re straddling him, and lying on top of him on the couch.

“Geez, get off you fatass.” Jungkook groans once you toss him back his phone at his face, not before he shields himself with an arm, as you quickly get off of him.

“First of all, I’m not a fatass, you jerk face.” You mumble to yourself, sitting next to him properly as he pushes himself off the couch.

He gets up and changes the game, suggesting that you play the two-player cooking game. One person is put into the VR system, which you obviously take, and the other uses the keyboard and the mouse pad to play the second person.

At first the game goes quite smoothly in the first couple of levels, but at level 7 you and Jungkook are bickering with one another about the game.

“I told you I needed two burgers with cheese! Where are they!” Jungkook grumbles as you’re in the VR machine making the food as he’s the server.

“Well all I see are angry customers! Go serve them first! Plus that’s not what you told me you prick!”

“How did we pass level 7! Eleven is kicking our butt!” Jungkook comments as you’re speed cooking as you see his character running around the entire restaurant serving all the customers with drinks and the food.

“I thought you said this was easy!” You shout in frustration as you see another angry customer from the slowness of your food.

“It was easy! The first couple of levels I played with Taehyung!” Jungkook refutes as the two of you finally finish level twelve, and you yank off the VR headset and flop on the couch next to Jungkook.

Your body naturally falls against him, leaning against his chest, the pants in both of your breaths still uneven from the intense game that was just played.

“Woah, are you playing the cooking game!” You hear a voice exclaim and you open your eyes to see Taehyung and Jimin standing at the door, taking off their shoes.

“And he bought food for us! Wow! I’m surprised Jungkook actually remembered!” Jimin sarcastically comments, pointing at the bags of groceries on the table.

“Oh, those are mine that he bought. But we did buy your groceries for the next couple of days.” You correct Jimin who nods and throws his bag on the ground, plopping on the couch next to you.

“Geez, today was so tiring. Coach was mad at my performance last game and he made me stay longer after practice.” Jimin leans his head back spreading his legs out.

“Stop man-spreading you asswipe!” You knee his thigh back close and shift closer to Jungkook, “Honestly, it’s your worst habit you douche.”

“It’s not that bad! I don’t do it all the time!” Jimin defends himself, looking at Taehyung and Jungkook hoping they back him up but they just shrug and focus their attention elsewhere.

“She’s not wrong, you do it a lot, man-spreading.” Taehyung sits on the chair next to the sofa, “Anyways, level twelve!? Are you guys monsters?!”

“She’s the monster, inside and outside the game.” Jungkook points towards me and I jab at his stomach in response, “See, monster.”

“She’s an adorable monster, that’s what.” Jimin pinches my cheeks, “Who hates when I sit comfortably in my own apartment.” you feel his pinch get harsher as you bat away your hands.

“How do you even get girls to like you. Gawd, you’re all so annoying.” You exclaim, as you hear Jungkook going off to Taehyung about how horrible you were at the game, and kept messing up all the orders, “Secondly, I was not the one giving out the wrong orders! You kept telling me you needed burgers and wouldn’t elaborate which ones they were.”

“In my defense, as my best friend, you’re supposed to read my mind already.” Jungkook defends himself, but you hear the sarcasm dripping out of his voice.

“And as my best friend you should’ve known that I don’t understand the difference between burger, and buurgerrr and burgerrrrss! How am i supposed to know that a burger is a cheeseburger, a buurgerrr is with ketchup, and a burgerrrrs is double-stacked as well!”

“See! You obviously know the difference, you should’ve used your knowledge in the game.” Jungkook points out and want to strangle him, so you do.

“I’m going to kill you, you brat!” You growl trying to get him into a head lock, as you jump up on the couch, kicking Jimin in the leg during the process.

“Jesus, how are you two best friends.” Taehyung grumbles as he sets the VR game for himself, “You two are more like an old married couple if you ask me.”

“Shut up Taehyung before I murder you too!” you shout as Jungkook tries to pry himself out of your headlock.

The night ended with the four of you tired from playing the VR. Honestly, you would think one person would hog the system all night, but after two games, you are seriously burnt out and need to switch out.

Taehyung is somehow a master at cooking game being the chef and apparently Jungkook is too overpowered when paired up with him as the server. You and Jimin try to tag team, but compared to Taehyung and Jungkook, you guys look like failures.

You call it a night once it hits one in the morning and Jungkook tells you he has to drive you home or else he’ll probably fall asleep at the wheel.

“I’m honestly coming over your house more often to play more games, is that alright?” You ask Jungkook in the car during the ride home and you hear him let out a groan.

“No, cause you’ll just hog my VR machine and I want to play too.” Jungkook grumbles and you gently punch his leg, not wanting to punch his arm to cause him to swerve into another lane.

“Geez! Woman! I was joking!” Jungkook yells, rubbing his leg like it was the most dramatic and painful punch in this world, “of course you can come over and play. Doing VR with more friends is a lot more fun.”

“Yay! You’re the best Jungkook.” You beam brightly when he’s slows the car down for the red light, “I have no idea what I’d do without you, you know?”

“Die, suffer, not buy lunch, be a non-alcoholic.” Jungkook looks over at you and you see the playful smile grow along with his twinkling eyes, “I think most of all, probably would suffer without all the rides I give you too and from school.”

“Okay, I take that back, I want a new best friend, that constantly would support my alcohol problem.” You joke and his jaw slacks in the most dramatic way as his eyes widen up.

“Nope, sorry, no refunds, no take backs, no exchanges on the best person in the world.” Jungkook smiles, “I’m with you forever.”

“Even when I’m all old, round and wrinkly?” You ask and he nods, but not before turning his attention back to the road because the light turned green.

“Even when you’re old, round and wrinkly. I’ll be playing Mahjong with you in a senior center, beating you, like always.” Jungkook comments and your brows burrow in confusion.

“When did we learn to play Mahjong? Why aren’t we old people playing in the VR system?” You joke as Jungkook just shakes his head in response.

“Honey, we have to play Mahjong if we want to live our lives out like those actors and actresses in Crazy, Rich, Asians.” Jungkook tsks, “We’re going to learn Mahjong when we have kids to teach them the important meanings of life.”

“Our kids? That would be nice. I would seriously want two girls. That would be the best.” You hear your voice trail off, as you imagine sitting in your imaginary yard watching your kids play till the sun sets.

“Yeah, our kids.... I mean, my kids and your kids. Because I obviously want a boy and a girl. Gotta have the son to carry on the amazing family name.” Jungkook clarifies and you just nod.

“Yeah, separate kids.” Your voice trails off as you look at the space between you and Jungkook. Of course it was crazy to imagine that you and Jungkook would be the ones together in future.

He doesn’t even see you that way.

“We’re here.” Jungkook parks the car, putting the parking brake on. Looking up, you see him looking straight at you, “Thanks for helping me study. I know Sunday I wouldn’t have any time to study as I’ll be nursing a hangover.”

“Oh, right, the party. I forgot about it.” You chuckle awkwardly, remembering his goal of the party to nail apparently the prettiest girl he knows, Eunji.

“Anyways, you want me to pick you up? I’m catching an Uber with Taehyung and Jimin, so I can pick you up at your house and we can catch an Uber from there.” Jungkook asks but you shake your head in response.

“I’m not sure if I want to even go tonight. It doesn’t sound too pleasing.” You tell him a white lie. When in fact you weren’t sure if you could handle seeing him with Eunji all night.

“Please, I need my best friend there, you know, for the courage.” Jungkook pleads, “Plus I know that it will be fun. Hoseok said it’s in that rich neighborhood next to my apartment complex.”

“I’ll think about it.” You tell him, when he parks the car outside your house and give him a wave when you exit.

“Message me if you want that ride!” Jungkook tells you as he pulls away and you see him zoom back to his house. Watching him drive off, you feel the empty, sinking feeling as he’s no longer with you as you walk into your house.

~*~*~*

Friday came way too quickly and the party is tonight and you find yourself dreading to go. However, Hoseok coaxes you into going and you’re finally at here, with a red solo cup in one hand, leaning against Taehyung who has his arm wrapped around you.

“I can’t believe that worked on you.” Taehyung jokes as he grabs your cup, taking a sip from it, “And how the fuck do you drink Vodka straight? Are you even real.”

Namjoon is laughing at him as he takes a sip of your drink as well and hands it back, wiping his lips with the back of his hands,

“You’re hard core, I gotta give you that.” Namjoon laughs and you smile giving him a peace sign and a lazy smile as you lean closer in to Taehyung.

“There’s my best friends!” Jimin’s tipsy self shoves his way between Taehyung and you.

“Jimin, you didn’t even drink that much, this fucking beastly princess here is just drinking straight vodka.” Taehyung jokes and Jimin turns to you, grabbing the drink from your hand, chugging down the entire content of the cup.

“Ah, my best friend is too hardcore for me. I honestly don’t know how you don’t have a boyfriend.” Jimin goes on and you groan internally as Taehyung covers his ears.

When Jimin is tipsy, he normally goes on long rants about how (insert’s friends name) should be in a relationship. Last week he went off how Namjoon should be in a relationship because he’s tall, his deep voice, his nice ass, he’s got a large package, when Namjoon suddenly whacked him upside the head ending the conversation. Not to say that Jimin found the hottest girl at the party and got her to sleep with Namjoon.

Definitely a score for Namjoon in his books.

“I mean, come on, you have a great ass,” Jimin smacks it to emphasize his point, and you’re tempted to castrate him, but you decide against it.

The girls that worship the ground he walks on would kill you first before you lay your hands on him.

“Look, I’m not down to hear about my practical younger sister’s body sexually, so I’m going to find Yoongi to make sure that bastard isn’t sleeping on a bed yet.” Namjoon states as he is practically running away. Namjoon and you have basically established a sibling relationship, with him being the older brother that always protects his younger sister. Honestly, it was a cute how Namjoon would protect you sometimes from them, or sometimes leave you to fend for yourself, like tonight.

“YOU KNOW HER ASS IS GREAT NAMJOON.” Jimin shouts and you want the world to swallow you whole as Jimin keeps his hand on your butt.

Jimin is probably your touchiest friend, and the most flirty out of all of them. You normally don’t care about his tendencies because you know most of the time it comes out when he’s drunk.

“Jimin, I appreciate the compliments, but you don’t need to shout it to the world you know?” You tell him and Jimin just dismisses you, waving his hand in front of him.

“No, the world needs to know how lucky they would be if they could date you. You’re the best girl in this entire party that’s my best friend of course. And any guy would be lucky to have you.” Jimin tells you, wagging his finger in front of you, almost like he’s giving you a lecture.

“Fine Jimin. Any guy is lucky to date me, but I’m not too interested to get some tonight.” You tell him but he shrugs, dismissing your words completely.

“Nah. My girl is gonna dance with someone tonight! And I volunteer Seokjin!” Jimin exclaims and runs off leaving you and Taehyung to let out a deep groan.

“Glad he didn’t say me sweetheart. Now if excuse me, I’m going to go flirt with some girl and watch you suffer in pain.” Taehyung tells you patting your shoulder. You see him wink at some girl who’s against the wall talking to her friend and see her blush.

Gawd, why was he so gross. You groan internally and watch him walk over introducing himself. Honestly, you didn’t care what most of them did. They all believed in love but were just letting everything out now and enjoying life as it was as a young adult. But sometimes it felt too cringe the way the would flirt with a girl just to get her to sleep with them. Example, how Jungkook would sleep with so many girls, or Taehyung flirting with the girl to make them feel special only to break their heart in return.

Jimin returns with Seokjin resisting the pull towards you but you know what Jimin wants, he gets. So Seokjin stops putting up the fight and is now standing right in front of you.

“Enjoy your dance my two friends.” Jimin sing-songs and disappears into the crowd.

“That bastard. One day I’m going to murder him in his sleep.” Seokjin groans and looks at you, “Fancy seeing you here babe.” he sends you a sleazy wink and you feel yourself shudder in response.

“Stop. Please. These flirty comments turn me off now.” You tell him, grabbing his drink drinking most of the contents in it, “A screwdriver, really?”

“Closest thing I could get to a fruity drink. It’s not the best but it makes do at house parties like these.” Seokjin shrugs in response as you hand the drink back to him. “So tell me princess, why am I here with you dancing?”

“First of all, don’t call me princess. Secondly, I dunno. Ask Jimin. He thought you were my perfect dancing partner.” You shrug as you look over to see Taehyung laughing at you with his eyes as his lips hide his smirk of mockery, and you flip him off in response.

“I know I’m an amazing dance partner, but really?” Seokjin scoffs in return, also flipping Taehyung off, “But shall we dance princess? Since I’m an amazing dancer.”

“Yeah, your dancing is almost as good as Namjoon.” You joke as you follow him to the crowd that’s turned the living room into a dance party.

“So why didn’t you stop Jungkook from trying to get with Eunji? She’s literally you, but worse.” Seokjin asks after a couple of songs on the floor. The music was your typical house party EDM music mixed with some decent artists like Odesza, Illenium, and Porter Robinson.

“Why? He wanted to get with her? As his best friend I should support his decisions.” You reply, hoping Seokjin would drop it but he continues with the conversation.

“If you don’t do anything, he’s just going to slip through your fingers. I know he really likes Eunji for a fact.” Seokjin whispers in your ear. You catch sight of Jungkook with Eunji on the makeshift dance floor, her grinding against him, as his hands roam up and down her voluptuous body.

You shake your head and remember to focus on dancing with Seokjin, that’s why Jimin dragged him here, for you to have a good time tonight.

~*~*~*

Honestly, the parties always end up like this. As the party dies down, people knocked out on various parts of the living room, boys going home with their new prey of the night, here you are sitting with your friends, talking stories.

Jungkook was ticked off though because Eunji ditched him to go sleep with some other guy from another school. So he was here, sulking as everyone was enjoying their time drunk together.

Today, however was a bit different however as Taehyung had the genius idea to play Never Have I Ever. The game was going pretty well for you, as the boys keep talking about how they never banged (insert girl’s name) or done sex in (insert sexual position), clearly trying to get each other fucked up. However, you stayed relatively sober,

until now.

“So, never have I ever, fucked someone in this room.” Hoseok says proudly and you can’t help look at Seokjin who lets out a sigh and downs his shot.

Welp, the cat is out of the bag.

You down your shot following Seokjin and everyone loses their fucking mind.

Which you did expect to happen, but man, Hoseok looks like he’s having an existential crisis.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Taehyung shrieks and points at the both of you back and forth. “WHEN? HOW? W H Y? WHAT THE FUCK?”

“How do you think we got to know each other? I randomly was like hi, lets be friends.” Seokjin jokes and Taehyung is rendered speechless.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I thought you said you wouldn’t fuck any of us.” Jimin accuses you and you bite your lips, hoping you don’t have to answer that and face Jungkook’s glare at your very existence.

“Ah, I mean, I did stop fucking him, He pissed me off that week you asked that, so I said what I thought at that time. I regretted fucking him, so I said that.” You explain and Yoongi is still in shock and hasn’t moved since your confession.

“Wait, so, you’re not immune to our looks?” Jimin asks and you grow silent not knowing how to answer that. Tell him yes? You think all of them are sculpted like adonis figures and have them think that you’re only friends to get in their pants?

Or lie, and tell them you don’t think any of them are hot and they’re about as hot as a moldy burnt bread.

“Well, i’m not going to deny you guy are good looking. You’d have to be blind to not realize that you guys are good looking. There’s a reason why everyone wants to get with you.” You answer, not quite satisfied with your answer, but at least you dodge the awkward questions.

“Well, moving on then,” Yoongi trails off, “Never have I ever thought of anyone sexually here.”

“That’s fucking bullshit.” Taehyung grumbles as he takes his shot along with Jimin, Seokjin, Namjoon and surprisingly Jungkook.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You stare in shock at all of them, “Except Jimin. You were screaming to everyone earlier how I have a hot piece of ass.” Jimin just shrugs, sending you a lazy wink combined with his signature smirk causing you to roll your eyes.

“Well like you said, you gotta be blind to not realize that you’re fucking hot.” Taehyung says and you look at Namjoon next who just shrugs.

“Hey, i’m not going to deny that you’re hot.” he has a lazy smirk plastered on his face and you just bury your hands into your hand processing the information.

“But you always call me your little sister! You even ran away when Jimin started talking about my ass!” You accuse the man who has hands up in the air in defense.

“Well now, when I first met you, I thought you had a nice ass. Then I realized you’re sharp tongue and thought, it’s better if she’s just a friend. Plus, Jimin has gone off about your ass too many times to count, I didn’t want to hear about it again.” he says so nonchalantly as you recall all the times Namjoon has treated you like a sister, going all overprotective brother on your sorry ass when you pissed off one of them.

“Wow, I got friend-zoned, no even worse, sister-zoned.” You laugh as you down your shot.

“Woah woah woah, hold the fuck up.” Hoseok says and looks between you and Namjoon, “Had he not friend-zoned you, would you have tried to sleep with him?”

“Had I met him before Seokjin, then yes.” You tell them honestly and you swear you’ve never seen his eyes go that wide before. Not even when he caught you watching porn with Jungkook on his computer. It was casual and somehow you went down the YouTube hole that ended up there. But honestly, Jungkook and you were criticizing the porn rather than using it as a method of getting yourself off. Both of you criticizing her positions and how unrealistic this is for sex, and creates a fetish of woman and men alike for them to act like a porn star during sex.

“What about me? Would have slept with me?” Taehyung asks bright eyes and you can’t help but remember everything about your friendship with Taehyung.

“I would’ve slept you, even after sleeping with Seokjin. Had I not encounter your gawd-awful personality when you’re with him.” You joke to which Taehyung playfully puts you in a headlock.

“What about me? You’ve always known I think you got a fine piece of ass.” Jimin asks and you can’t help but roll your eyes,

“Jimin, you’re hot as fuck, and why I don’t really care when you get all touchy with me, but I’d feel so sorry for the girl that has to date you, especially if it was me.” You laugh and see Jimin in shock. You know he’s playing and he actually has a girl he likes but he’s always flirty with you.

“You had that coming, my friend.” Yoongi jokes, comforting a sulking Jimin.

“Wait do Jungkook next!” Taehyung exclaims and you turn to see Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Let’s not, have this conversation.” Jungkook mumbles as he plays with his empty shot glass, like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Wait, but you took a shot, so you’ve always felt that way about ___?” Taehyung pesters him and you see the irritation grow in his eyes.

“I’m not having this conversation now.” Jungkook states as he looks at Taehyung in the eyes and then his eyes trail off to the side of the room, clearly wanting this conversation to end.

“Wait so you’d still fuck her now?” Hoseok asks, curious to see the boy’s answer. You see Jungkook let out a breath of frustration, clearly wanting to murder his friends. You couldn’t tell if it was the frustration with the conversation or the events that led up to this conversation.

“I’m done.” He stands up and quickly walks out and you stare at Seokjin in surprise as he sends you a look telling you to go after him.

You hesitate, knowing that your six friends here now know that maybe you felt something for some of them. Seokjin groans at your long hesitation as he knows you’re too scared to move to chase after him.

“I swear ____, if you don’t go after him I’ll describe in horrible detail about that one time you fucking bit my dick.” Seokjin states.

Your face pales in remembrance of that horrible day. You were having a bad day, Seokjin was being an ass, you choked on air, forgot his dick was in your mouth and bit so hard he thought he was going to have to go to the doctors to get a check-up.

You never stood up so fast in your entire life and ran to chase after Jungkook.

“Jungkook! Wait!” You chase him out of the house and see him walking back to his apartment that was about a 20 minute walk from the house party.

He stops momentarily, before he picks up pace from a slow walk to a brisk walk. You groan in frustration as you take off your heels and run after him. You grab his arm and pull him towards you and he won’t meet your eye contact.

“Jungkook,” You say in between your pants, “Talk to me.”

“No.” he grumbles towards the ground.

“Why not? Jungkook, you’re my best friend. You can talk to me about anything?” You exclaim, wanting him to stop ignoring you.

“That's exactly it!” He exclaims and looks you dead in your eyes, his eyes filled with anger and a hint of lust, “You’re my best friend. I’m not supposed to think about you sexually, but here I am. I think about how it would be to have down your fucking knees, my dick in your mouth to get your sassy ass mouth to stop talking, seeing you unravel under me. From going from this strong woman who won’t let anyone boss her around, to becoming a moaning mess. Or like yesterday, on the couch, you riding me, oh my god. I thought I was going to explode.” he groans, “And especially yesterday! You got into my car in your fucking cheerleader outfit and you have no idea how ready I was to pounce on you in the car. I wanted to fuck you into oblivion right there in my car as all the girls on the cheerleading team watched. It would’ve been fucking amazing, but it took all my strength to hold back.”

His fist curl up into a tight ball, “I remember I was going to confess to you the day at Seokjin’s party. When I finally found out where you were, you were in that fucking bedroom with Seokjin. I’ve fucking known you two were fuck buddies the day you guys met at the party. I remember I heard your fucking moans in the bedroom that was locked. I remember getting myself off in the bathroom next to the room where he’s pounding himself into you as your moans sent me over my edge.”

“Jungkook,” You’re rendered speechless as he spills everything in front of you.

“There, I said it. I’ve been in fucking love with you since the day I saw you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” His words are quickly running through your mind a mile a minute, digesting his confession.

You realize why he barely gave you a glance when you entered the car, and his mind looked like it was elsewhere when you entered. Why he called you a fat-ass on the couch, as you were straddling him above his crotch. You were wearing your cheerleading skirt still, so your skirt was flared over his crotch.

“How was I supposed to? The day I finally got the courage to talk to you, you ended sleeping with Seokjin. Then the next couple of months, you and Seokjin were fuck buddies. By the time you were introduced to us by him, we were made clear that you were off-limits, and then we became best friends.”

“Jungkook,” the words won’t come out of your mouth, stuck in your throat. You want to say something, anything, but it won’t come out of your mouth.

“Yeah, don’t feel any pity.” Jungkook grumbled and right before he was about to walk away you grabbed his wrist.

“But Eunji. The whole, I wanna sleep with her because she’s the hottest girl you’ve met. What?” the words of jealousy fall out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.

“Eunji is second rate compared to you. She’s you, but worse. It was all a ruse. I wanted to get over you, but she was nothing like you. It’s why she left me tonight, because I kept glancing over at you and Jimin. Man, did I want to murder him for not keeping his hands off you. And the he dragged Seokjin towards you. You and Seokjin on the dance floor, I stormed off, not even paying attention to her anymore.” Jungkook tells you.

“But, those other girls... the i can’t talk to girls, Jungkook I don’t understand.” The words fumble out of your mouth as your grip tightens around his wrist, not wanting him to slip through your finger and the questions race through your head.

“Had I said anything to those brainless bitches it would’ve been your name. I would’ve moaned your name, I would’ve said your name, and that would end horribly.” Jungkook rolls his eyes as his fist bunches together, “Now you know my secret, if you can excuse me, I’m going home.” He tries to pull away from your vice claw grip, but you only yank him closer towards you and you cup his cheeks and fully plant your lips on his.

The fireworks go off in your mind, as he starts moving against your lips. It feels so right. The kiss is passionate, but it feels like home. The kiss continues, you two only pulling apart for gasps of breaths, before he pulls away.

“I like you Jungkook.” your voice is a low whisper as it is only made for him to hear.

“FUCKING FINALLY GET SOME!” You hear a voice call out and the two of you turn around to see your friends cat-calling and cheering your names. Seokjin is standing in the middle of them giving you a cheesy grin with two thumbs up.

“I’m going to murder them.” Jungkook growls, but you hold him back before he can beat up his friends.

“This is why I wish I bit off your dick, you ass!” You shout back to Seokjin as Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist.

~*~*~*

#kmultiverse #thekpopnetwork #bangtanarmynet #ultkpop #jungkook x reader #Jungkook fanfiction #bts fanfiction #kpop fanfiction

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ravenwithaknife-blog · 6 years

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Embellished: Ep. 7

“Alright Sertia, what’s the plan?”

“Main I don’t know! I’d tell you too be yourself, but you’re definitely thinking about this too much for that advice to be useful. Look, just wing it, play it by ear. I’m sure you’ll be fine as long as you keep your cool and don’t say anything stupid.”

“Gotcha, thanks.”

• • •

Salvador had been sitting in bio for the past hour in the dark, listening to the teacher’s boring lecture. All she ever did was sit there and go through powerpoint presentations and have her students take notes.

Salvador sat in the back at one of the lab tables, primarily because it was in the back near the window and it had a little fish tank on it. The fish tank contained a few guppies and some crabs, who all had names given to them by Salvador and his friends.

He found it hard to pay attention to the class sometimes, because his friends, Felix, Lucas, and Damian. Felix was a very close friend of Salvador’s, an Irish boy almost a year older than him. He was pudgy, and had always reminded Salvador of Samwise Gamgee. He had a hairy face and legs, which was known by his friends because he always wore basketball shorts. Lucas was a sporty boy, who played in futból clubs outside of the school. He was very cold, yet always funny. He simply had little to no regards for others, and even if he did, he never showed it. He had a quality about him that made everything he did inexplicably hilarious to Salvador. Damian had been present in Salvador’s groups of friends for years, but they had never become that close. He was more someone that Salvador could kinda idly laugh at, but not usually talk to. He was a known troublemaker, and Salvador would never, but he could see that deep down, Damian was a good kid who only wanted to feel the validation of his peers.

With all of his things packed and ready for home, Salvador put on his backpack, and looked at Soorja from his table in the back. She sat pretty much dead center of the three rows of tables in the front, only a bit to the right. As she made her way to the door, Salvador realized that this was his opportunity to walk out with her and get closer to her.

He quickened his pace a bit, and caught up with her right as she got out of the doorway.

“hey,” he said, coming up behind her.

She turned her head to him, as if surprised to see him.

“Oh hey, what’s up?”

“Oh nothing, I was just behind you and decided to say hi.”

“oh, well then hi,” she said, with a smile that melted his heart and shattered all the emotional armor he had forged over the years.

“So uh, where are you off to then?”

“Well, Salvador, I’m off to the Metro, where are you off to?”

“The bus, but I’m sure I could spare a moment to walk with you. How far is it?”

“Too far, trust me, you’d miss the bus. I can get home safely myself, thank you very much. I may be a princess, but I don’t need a knight in shining armor.”

Yeah, you certainly are a princess, and I’d give anything to be your knight. Though he.

“Well alright then, you get safely then, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Until then, ‘Prince Charming’”

She smiled at him again, with the same power that she had just moments before. Salvador just stood there looking at her, completely dumbfounded. Had she meant it? No, the undertones of sarcasm were too strong. She was just joshing me. Salvador realized that he was just standing there bug-eyed, so he shook his head to snap out of it, smiled at her, and waved. She was standing a bit in front of him, half turned and looking at him smiling. Proud of her work, she smiled at him and turned, leaving the boy lovestruck for the first time in his life.

• • •

That night, as Salvador slowly worked his way through his math homework, his phone lit up with a message. It was from Soorja. Salvador’s heart skipped a beat. All day her had been thinking about her, but he was too afraid to message her.

The message was nothing special, she had just slid into his DMs with a meme about a dog. It was a cute dog, a good dog, so that’s what Salvador said about it.

“You know normally I despise being interrupted in my work, but this dog is worth it.”

“Oh so you like animals then?”

“Like them? I love them! Hell, I have a dog myself. HIs name’s Fenrir.”

“Fenrir... what a cool name.”

Salvador was pleased that she was showing interest, so he decided to ride the wave as far as he could.

“Yeah, he’s a 9-year-old Chihuahua/Daschund mix.”

“Oh that sounds adorable! Can I see him?”

Salvado called his dog over to him, and sent a picture of the lad to Soorja. He retook the photo at least eighteen times, because of something in the background that he was overthinking. As expected, she reacted with lots of praise for Fenrir’s adorability. Salvador realized that there was nowhere left to go with Fenrir, so he inquired as to whether Soorja had any pets.

“No, but I’ve always wanted one. It’s just that my parents won’t let me.”

“Not even a fish or something?”

“No. But besides, a fish isn’t the same as a dog.”

“Oh well that sucks.”

“I’ve noticed.”

Most people, when texting their crush, expect an answer immediately, and believe that they also have to answer within seconds of receiving a text. Although he would have done this normally, Salvador was too busy trying to do his math homework to be able to think too hard about his dying conversation with Soorja.

After about a minute and a half had passed, Salvador had the sudden realization that the conversation had died. He wasn’t sure if he had to say goodbye or something, so he came up with a plan that would either revive the conversation or give him the opportunity to say goodnight.

“So whatcha doin’,” was his genius solution.

“ah yes, a brilliant one-liner to rekindle the flame,”

“y’know Soorja, you see right through me.”

“Of course I do. Nonetheless, I’m working on that Spanish project from before”

“Oh the earthquake one?”

“that’s right.”

“Well I speak Spanish, maybe I can help you out. What’s this project of yours about?”

“Mostly vocabulary and stuff. Do you have any idea how to say ‘mall’?”

“oh for sure, that’s ‘centro comercial’”

“oh duh, thanks”

“yeah for sure”

There was a short pause as Salvador closed his books and prepared his backpack for the next day of school. Once he was finished. he messaged her once more.

“Hey man, it’s already ten o’clock, you should go to bed”

“ok DAD”

“um... what?”

“well cause that’s just such a dad thing to say.”

“fair enough, but I am honestly quite tired, and you should be too. If you need anymore help with Spanish, feel free to hit me up anytime, goodnight.”

“thanks, and I will. goodnight!”

Salvador sat there at his desk for a good fifteen seconds, considering how her face must’ve looked during their conversation. He noticed she was very sarcastic, but not in a bad way; in a cheerful, joking, light-hearted kind of way. The kind of sarcasm that requires finger guns, playful winks, stuck-out tongues, and happiness. He thought about that as he prepared for bed, and the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. She was already in the process of stealing his heart, and he didn’t even know that much about her. What a wild thought. He thought to himself as he got under the sheets. But I still hope it works out.

#embellished #Salvador #soorja #love story #writing #episode 7 #texting #late night #sarcasm

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floralreddie · 7 years

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Prompt au: reddie meets through richie trying to send bill a stupid meme on tumblr but accidentally sends it to eddie

Here you go, dude! And I totally might do a part 2 to this bc I loved writing it

Richie knows he’s fucking hilarious.

Like, he knows he’s hilarious.

Bill, Bev and Stan don’t see it that way, of course, but they’re fucking idiots because Richie knows he’s a God damn riot. He knows he’s sixteen and, yes, perhaps his humour is just a tad childish sometimes, but he’s got something that’s going to make Bill fucking die.

Because Richie has a new obsession.

And it’s memes.

(And Stan can literally fuck himself, because that fucking Kermit meme he sent him yesterday was hilarious. What does Stan know, anyway? His fucking username on Tumblr is Stan-The-Man and he runs a fucking nature blog, the dork).

(Richie’s is Trashmouth-Tozier69, because what the fuck else would it be?)

So, that evening he’s sitting at his computer and munching away on a tube of Pringles when he comes across a particularly funny meme that has him coughing up his food and kicking his legs onto his table as he drags his keyboard onto his lap.

Bill’s gonna fucking love this one, he thinks.

He clicks off his blog (it’s filled with bands like Led Zepplin and AC/DC and memes, and his Header is a picture of him and Bev at a Pride that was held twenty miles from Derry, because Bev and Richie like to refer to themselves as the Bi Brigade) and clicks on the jokes as fuck meme and presses the @ button to tag Bill in it.

That’s not before he sees that Bev (redhair-don’tcare) has posted a particularly pretty picture of that Mike dude (Richie has never spoken to him, but Bev thinks he’s cool as shit since they were partnered up in Chem a few weeks ago) who hangs around with chubby kid and the little pretty kid. He’s sitting on that graffiti covered brick wall near the Aladdin, and the sun is setting behind him and it’s a pretty lit picture, to be fair.

Richie throws it a like. He’s nice like that.

He types in Bill’s username (D-D-Denbrough), which is an all-together witty name because Bill has a fucking stutter and the dude has just stopped giving a shit and started owning it, of which Richie is just all about.

Then he taps reblog and cackles as loud as he wants, because his mom is passed out downstairs and his dad is probably off banging that woman Sharon that he works with, who Richie has seen him driving around town with more than once.

He glances at his smashed-up iPhone and pushes up his glasses, just waiting for the moment that Bill messages him, because that shit was funny and even Bill can’t deny that.

A minute passes.

The another.

And now Richie is kinda pissed because that meme was fucking funny, and he doesn’t give a fuck if memes are cringe as shit nowadays.

Then suddenly, both his iPhone and computer are making that annoying beeping sound that nearly gives him a heart attack, and he peers at his battered monitor and frowns through his thick lens glasses when he sees he has a message on Tumblr.

Why the fuck would Bill message him through there when he could just fucking text him? The only people who messaged him on there were people who complimented the guitar shit he posted when he could be bothered to record himself.

He blinks in surprise, though, when he sees that the message isn’t from Bill.It’s from someone with an icon depicting them sitting against a very pink sunset in a pastel pink jumper, their dark hair half blowing in the wind and their face hidden.

Their username, Richie finds, is doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s.

And he thinks he recognises this blog, because it pops up on his dash sometimes an it’s mostly reblogs of 80’s pop music that, whilst Richie prefers rock and punk, he can’t help but not-so-guiltily enjoy. He clicks on the message, dark eyebrows shooting up when he reads what the person has said.

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: why the fuck did you just tag me one of those weird mr. krabz memes about asking your crush out and them saying yes?

Richie squints, realises what the fuck he’s done, and lets out a bark of laughter. He must have just clicked on the first thing that came up after he typed in D. Damn, and Bill would have found that shit funny…or gotten super pissed off that Richie was once again taking the piss out him and Stan basically being a fucking couple since Bill stuttered out a confession of his feelings to the curly headed boy.

He’s about to type out a short apology when his computer and phone beep again, drowning out the low sound of his Spotify playing Like A Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan.

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: Wait, what the fuck? You’re Richie Tozier.

Richie blinks and kicks his socked feet onto the floor and bangs out a reply in a few seconds flat.

Trashmouth-Tozier69: do i no you dude?

He waits only a few seconds.

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: You don’t really seem to pay attention to anything but making a dick out of yourself at school or annoying your friends, so probably not.

Richie laughs in surprise. So, it was someone he went to school with? Not uncommon, really, for those who had public blogs. Richie knew Bill would never admit it, but he was 100% sure the idiot had a fucking Lord of the Rings blog hidden away somewhere.

He hastily clicks on the blog and sees no sign of a name written in the bio, along with a pale pink background and a few dozen links to various music pages and a Spotify account. It’s a pretty blog, Richie has to admit, and the content is cute and funky and it’s definitely ran by a gay dude.

Trashmouth-Tozier69: ah. so u do no me

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: I shouldn’t have said anything. You’ve got the biggest mouth ever and only my friends know I have a fucking blog dedicated to 80’s music. I take it that dumb meme wasn’t supposed to go to me?

Trashmouth-Tozier69: nope. but now i wanna keep talkin. u in my grade?

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: Would it literally fucking kill you to type properly?

Trashmouth-Tozier96: ye

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: You’re hilarious. Truly.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: u don’t need to tell me that

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: Since when do you follow me? What the hell are the chances of that?

Richie goes about exploring the blog some more. Maybe he can pinpoint who the hell this kid is. The guys list of people he follows is small, and within a few minutes of scrolling through he finds a blog he recognises. It was the one Bev had tagged in that picture of Mike. smoothcriminal. After only one click, he finds that it is, indeed, Mike.

Hm.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: idk dude. i was probably high listening to weather girls or some shit and found ur blog. plus my friend bev likes that shit too

The dudes reply has Richie snorting into his closed fist.

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: …You like the Weather Girls?

Trashmouth-Tozier96: i like a lot of stuff.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: hey do u no mike hanlon?

The pause is longer this time.

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: Are you stalking my fucking blog to find out who I am? Not cool, dickweed.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: dickweed? nice

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: You’d know about weedy dicks.

Richie gapes and giggles. He fucking giggles, because this guy is hilarious.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: ur insults are getting better. i gotta no who u are amigo.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: u no mike

Trashmouth-Tozier96: ur obviously gay or bi or some shit judging from ur blog and the fact u r totally a dude

Trashmouth-Tozier96: shit was that shitty to say

Trashmouth-Tozier96: i totally did not mean to like gender u or whatever

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: No. Whilst I’m not exactly out to the whole school, most people pretty much assume I’m gay (a gay guy, thanks) from looking at me. Which is, yeah, pretty shitty of them.

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: Now you’re going to fucking know who I am.

And then Richie blinks and grins a smile that stretches his whole face, because he fucking knows who this kid is. He knows the dark hair from the dude’s icon, and the pastel jumper he was wearing. Hell, the kid who he was talking to had been one Richie’s very short list of the guys he would actually hit in Derry.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: holy shit

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: Here we go.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: ur eddie kaspbrak

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: There we go.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: i always knew u were cute but wtf since when were u this funny dude

Richie leans back in his chair and smirks, because it’s a full two minutes before Eddie even replies. Suddenly, Richie is so aware of who he is talking to that his stomach twists and his eyes brighten. Eddie Kaspbrak. He had spoken to him only a handful of times. He hung around with Ben and Mike, but Bill insisted that the kid was okay and that they used to hang out a little when they were super young. It was well known in Derry that his mom was a fucking weirdo after his dad died.

Richie had only paid attention to the fact that Eddie was pretty as fuck and always wore oversized jumpers and shorts that showed off his legs, but other than that he was quiet as fuck.

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: You’re a dick.

Richie grins.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: for sayin ur cute? thats me being nice!

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: I know what you’re like, Tozier. And don’t go spreading that I run a fucking blog that has shit like the Weather Girls and Madonna on it, because Bowers already takes great joy in pointing out what a fucking girly-boy I am.

Richie narrows his gaze at that. Fucking Bowers.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: nothin wrong with being pretty as shit, eds. and fuck bowers. hey, u wanna come and sit with me and my friends tomorrow? we’re all pretty fuckin gay so u will fit right in, amigo

Trashmouth-Tozier96: mike and bev are pretty buddy lately so it won’t be awkward

He blinks in surprise at his own words. Why the fuck is he so desperate to have the quiet Eddie Kaspbrak sit with him, Stan, Bill and Bev? Maybe, he wonders, it was because he was starting to realise he’d judged the kid a little too quickly, because with the way Eddie was firing back comments, Richie half thinks he might have found his witty ol’ match.

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: You serious?

Trashmouth-Tozier96: yh. why the fuck wouldn’t i be?

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: Oh, my God. Literally why do you have to type like that? I know for a fact that you’re actually pretty fucking smart, Tozier.

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: And don’t call me Ed’s.

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: And yeah, okay. I’ll sit with you guys. Ben and Mike, too.

Trashmouth-Tozier96: sick dude. now can you level with me for a second

Doyouwannatalk-aboutthe80’s: What?

Trashmouth-Tozier96: did u honestly not find that meme funny at all

#richie x eddie #reddie #reddie imagine #areyoureddiekids #au

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limbokid · 7 years

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Kenny and Bebe for the domestic ship memes 🖤

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ @sugarbebe ♥ sent an ask meme!! || status: accepting.

SEND ME A SHIP AND I WILL TELL YOU:

( THIS POST IS FUCKING LONG, I’M SORRY )

—who’s more dominant: I think they’re almost equally ranked on this, though since Kenny has much more patience than Bebe does, I believe he would be more passive about things than she would. Unless he’s sees something as unfair/unjust, he could be pretty assertive and confrontational so in a sense pretty dominant. But openly Bebe would be the more dominant of the two.

—who’s the cuddler: They’re both affectionate but I think Kenny would be more of the clinger here. He primarily uses affection to show his love. When it comes down to it though, he’s more physical than he is verbal. Bebe likes being showered with attention and affection from what I know, so i think this works out well for the both of them.

—who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Haha, honestly when these two come together their actions/choices are usually different from traditional standards. I'm pretty sure even though Kenny’s like SIX inches taller than Bebe, she would probably big spoon him. Often. He also lowkey prefers being held.

—what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: I think they would enjoy simple activities that would allow them to communicate without feeling claustrophobic. Something like, exploring areas they’ve never been before; slow walks in natural environments; the cliche car on hilltop- listening to music. They would probably take a lot of pictures together or of each other making stupid faces or just plainly goofing off. I’m sure they occasionally do movie marathons in their spare time. I also think they would enjoy a fair share of aggressive activities, as they’re each competitive in their own right. It could be anything from a Karaoke Duet to Laser Tagging, Ice Skating to out doing each other in Carnival games. Basically two extremes, really chill or no chill.

—who uses all the hot water: Kenny’s used to his water heater malfunctioning. He’s showered in cold water hundreds of times, I don’t think it would faze him much anymore. So. Bebe, no doubt about it.

—Most trivial thing they fight over: If it’s a domestic issue?? Taxes..?? I’m not sure tbh?? Maybe, messiness?? Kenny has a habit of never putting things back in their rightful places. That might start an argument?? IDK???

On the other hand, if it’s a relationship issue, I believe it would be absence and or lack of trust from either party. There’s something about loving someone tremendously and then having them leave you with nothing but a letter; never seeing them for another fifteen years -COUGH- that could potentially fuck with someone’s psyche y’know?? ALTHOUGH, when someone you love is in constant danger, and frequently disappears for days to weeks, without any explanation that’s also pretty fucking shady LOL. The reasons are valid at least..!!

—who does most of the cleaning: Aha, I think we’ve discussed this HC before, huehue. They’re pretty equal here. They sometimes team up and purge the entire fucking house together.

—what has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue: LMAO, “DVR.” MY MUSE IS TRIGGERED. Anyway, I think Bebe controls the Netflix queue ( or y’know.. Cordelia probably hogs up the whole fUckin account ) since Kenny doesn’t really care. He just wants to spend time with her when he can. Possibly cuddle, possibly bang, possibly O.D on leftovers. -Unless they promised to binge a specific show together. THEN “BRING THE POPCORN AND SCOOT OVER BITCH, LET’S FUCKIN’ DO THIS.”

—who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Hmm.. I not sure. I have a feeling that Bebe couldn’t be fucking bothered to talk to the landlord. Honestly, she probably hates them haha. Either she’s best friends with the landlord or YEET. In short, it would T R I G G E R Kenny, but I think he would do it.

—who leaves their stuff around: Hahahahahaha. Kenny. Maybe even Bebe?? I still think Ken would win this round by a LOT. Back home, his room would stay messy for months, until sooner or later he had a SUDDEN urge to clean it all up. He was really good with laundry though!! At least.. after he ran out of it. Washing everyone’s laundry was actually one of his many chores. Unless their washer broke down, which it would.. constantly. If this occurred the whole family would just collect their piles of laundry, and take it to the public Laundromat together. He’s just used to being messy- and then… tidy.

—who remembers to buy the milk: Probably Bebe. Kenny never… really.. got to buy groceries.. so.. In all seriousness, groceries weren’t a part of his chores, so he never made it a habit to apply this rule to his regimen. No matter who he lives with. He’s just used to missing a meal, so he doesn’t worry about it.

—who remembers anniversaries: Both!! Even though Bebe sometimes acts like a t’sundere, she totally loves romance. And luckily, Kenny is the type to pay attention to things that matter to his S/O’s. I think they’re both romantic’s and know how to woo each other well. So all that’s left is WHO SAYS “happy anniversary!!” FIRST.

—who cooks normally: Well, Kenny passed Home Ec with flying colors, and he’s actually a decent cook so. I suppose Ken would?? I can remember if Bebe was bad at cooking or not, but i think she tries anyway. Which Kenny finds extremely adorable, whether she fails or not.

—how often do they fight: I honestly don’t think they fight unless the problem is UNAVOIDABLE. I think they both kind of don’t mention anything until it get’s really bad. Like “well shit. you almost died, i think this might be a sign…”

—what do they do when they’re away from each other: I think they’re either working or indulging in their favorite hobbies. There’s also that whole concept called a social life, friends and shit. Crazy, I know!! It’s so weird how their entire existence doesn’t revolve around each other and that they haven’t surgically SEWN THEMSELVES TOGETHER. They’re such a strange & quirky couple!!!!

—nicknames for each other: UM. -SWEATS- HA, HAHAHAHAHa. HAHAHAHAHA. ( inside jokes are gr8 )

—who is more likely to pay for dinner: Kenny would try to pull that chivalry shit, because my boi is a gentleman, but if Bebe wants to be an independent woman who doesn’t need some hobo’s money, then Ken won’t fight it. He likes being pampered anyway.

—who steals the covers at night: Kenny is a pretty calm sleeper. He doesn’t move much, and he doesn’t really snore either. He does get hot easily, and he sometimes has recurring nightmares, he’s also a light sleeper but that’s about it. I think bebe wins this round. Ken wouldn’t mind this though, he would probably pull her in and big spoon her cocoon fortress.

—what would they get each other for gifts: Ummmmmmmmm. I think Bebe would notice how he’s constantly tense and probably book a spa day for him. He’s never been to a spa, so I can imagine him being very uncomfortable at first but then ADORING it afterward. Kenny on the other hand would put on a costume from a her favorite movie character and make up their home to look like her favorite scene and play out her fantasies, no questions asked. “oh, you like drama bebe?? i’ll give fucking give you drama.” ( the movie could be about WW3 and HE STILL WOULDn’T GIVE A FUCk. “this is a little weird but sure babe i’ll cosplay hitler.” )

—who kissed who first: According to our HC’s… We never decided.. Though, my gut is telling me that the first kiss was mutual. Mostly cause’ YOU KNOW HOW MY BOi FEELS ABOUT CONSENT. Unless they were shitfaced. Then my gut is probably wrong HAHA. Yeeeah, I’m gonna hit you up after this..

—who made the first move: Honestly Ken is a naturally flirtatious person, I think he probably made a move waaay into the friendship stage, but since it’s usually his default, Bebe probably didn’t even notice it. HAHAHA RIP.

—who remembers things: NO ONE. IT’S CANON AND MY MUSE IS FUCKING T R I G G E R E D. Nah but, I think Bebe is probably that chick that has a really aesthetic planner with color coordination and everything, that she never really bothers to fill out and she just owns it and leaves it on her desk to feel proficient LOL. I’m just gonna give this one to the both of them. I think they can both be responsible when it’s needed. But of course, everyone has their mishaps.

—who started the relationship: I wanna say BEBE SO BAD. Things would be so much more IRONIC and hilarious.

—who cusses more: Probably Kenny, he’s got a SAILORS mouth yo. He’s not embarrassingly bad.. He knows when and where it’s the right time to say stupid shit. Usually..

—what would they do if the other one was hurt: Drop EVERYTHING. It doesn’t matter what they’re doing. I think they would be at each other’s side as soon as possible. They would heal each other, mentally and physically. Whether they’re in a romantic relationship or not. I believe that they care about each other immensely

—who is the dirty talker: As I’ve said before Kenny’s more physical than verbal. He is a sexual person, but he’s MUCH more LUSTFUL if he loves/cares for the person. I think Bebe would probably take the cake here. Whether or not she does indulge in dirty talk. He really only does it upon request. ALTHOUGH…. If you get him drunk, there are no limits, he’ll say things that would drop Bebe from 1st to 10th place.

—a head canon: They text each other sweet, positive and fluffy messages when they’re away from each other. Just in case the other is having a really bad day.

#sugarbebe #◊ ☠ ─║ANSWERED MEME ║→ ☠ ◊#◊ ☠ ─║ASK HEADCANON(S) ║→ ☠ ◊#// i scanned this post 7 times for typos #//and i have lost all fucks #// i love you noooooooel #// also for those who don't know my muse is and will constantly be triggered for the rest of his life

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OK KO Oneshot: Blorpers Gonna Blorp

Plot: When an annoying meme comes back from the dead, it’s nice to have people - specifically a slightly obnoxious robotic boyfriend - by your side.

((Sorry about the stupid title, lol. But yeah, I’m not hugely into the Radmond ship personally, but at the same time I think it’s pretty cute and I’ve had this idea for a while so, why not write it? Anyway, enjoy!))

To the two of them, actually being a couple wasn’t too hard. Sure, both of them admittedly had quite a bit of pride and Rad did struggle with showing his true feelings at times (though he had been slowly improving at it, much to the delight of his boyfriend and co-workers). However, after the initial confession and whatever embarrassment or nerves that came with it, the actual act of being in a relationship was pretty much smooth sailing! Even their contrasting alignments to ‘good’ and ‘evil’ respectfully didn’t provide much conflict!

...Setting up dates on the other hand was quite the challenge. With one working a full time job and the other being at the beck-and-call of his father and his missions, it was pretty difficult to find time where they were not only both free but were sure that they wouldn’t get annoyingly interrupted.

Still, they took whatever they could get, hence why Raymond would usually make his way to the plaza around the same time every day, about when Rad’s lunch break started. And, luckily for the alien, Enid would usually let him be a few minutes late getting back, just as long as he brought her back a small snack from wherever they decided to eat.

Today it was this small diner just about a block or so away from the plaza, recommended specifically by Mr. Logic since they were one of the few places that served several dishes that catered specifically to robotic tastes. Definitely a plus!

“Mmm! The mix of olive oil and engine oil with just a dash of soy sauce is practically decadent! Are you sure you don’t to try a bite, Radicles?”

“Nah man, I’m good,” Rad replied, “I mean, not that my totally stomach can’t handle it but, gotta save room for dessert, you know?”

The green bot shrugged. “Alright, fair enough. ...Besides-” He gave a small smirk, “I suppose if you ever just wanted to experience the taste of it without actually eating it, I’m sure I could easily help you out with that~”

Rad stared, taking a moment to realize what Raymond was getting at - and once he did he practically set off one of his blush blasts. Still, Rad smirked back at him. “Heh, if you’re suggesting a quick make-out sess before I have to get back, I’m preeeetty sure that that can be a-

“RAD!” Radicles flinched at the sudden squeal while Raymond just blinked in surprise. Who in the world-?

And just like that, the couple’s casual lunch-date went from private to VERY public, with several people now surrounding their table. They didn’t look familiar, Raymond was certain he hadn’t seen them around the plaza. However, all of them knew (or at least acted like they knew) Rad, who was clearly forcing a smile back at them despite how much he was trying to shrink down in his seat. Some of them were even dressed like Rad, complete with blue shirts, pink pants and homemade antennas!

“Wow, it’s been forever since your video!” one guy said, “It’s practically a classic now!”

“Yeah, when’s you’re next one?” a fangirl asked, “I bet it’ll be just as hilarious as the last one!”

Still trying to force a smile, Rad rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away from his ‘fans’. “Heh, well, comedy genius takes time, ya know? You can’t rush it if-”

“Umm, don’t you mean blorp-edy genius~?” Another fan retorted, causing the rest of them to fall into a fit of laughter.

Raymond raised an eyebrow. “Blorp-edy...? Rad, what-?” As he turned his attention back towards his boyfriend, his question almost immediately died in his throat once he saw the expression on Rad’s face.

There wasn’t even a fake smile there anymore. There was however annoyance, anger, frustration... Maybe even a bit of hurt. And that bit was too much, at least for Raymond.

Gritting his metal teeth, the bot turned back to the fans, who had thankfully started to quiet down (though their smug smiles and clueless grins were still enough to anger the bot). “Excuse me, but I don’t believe any of you were invited to our lunch - a lunch, by the way, not some blooper reel screening! So-” His arm began to shift into a laser cannon, “If you don’t mind, I think it’s time to-

“UHH TIME TO get going back to work!” Rad quickly interrupted, sitting up now. He also gave Raymond a small kick in the shin, and while it didn’t hurt, his boyfriend quickly got the message and (reluctantly) deactivated his weapon. “Heh, yeah, I should get going back to the bodega soon so, we should probably finish eating.”

Of course, the fans gave him a disappointed look, but thankfully they didn’t try to argue. “Alright, have a good lunch, Rad!” “Yeah Rad, we’ll BLORP you later!” “Heh, and don’t forget to get your leftover food to blorp!” “Bleeble blorple!” The fans laughed again, being loud enough that the couple could still hear the chuckles even as they walked out and past the diner.

“Ugh...” Rad facepalmed, slouching back into his seat. “Just when I thought it was finally done...” Then again, was anything ever truly forgotten on the internet?

“...Radicles?” The alien glanced up, catching the bot’s concerned look. “Hmph... You should have let me take that penalty shot,” he grumbled, “I think they more than earned one for upsetting you.”

“Hey hey, it’s fine!” Rad insisted, forcing another smile (and causing Raymond’s frown to deepen), “Tc’ch, it’s just some dumb meme that I accidentally created! People repeat memes, it’s just somethin’ you gotta deal with! Besides, it takes more than some dumb ‘fans’ to keep me down for too long! Really, babe, it’s fine!”

“Well, if you’re sure...” Raymond still didn’t quite believe it though, especially since his date spent the rest of their lunch hour together being pretty quiet and only picking at the rest of his food. Still, Rad tried to at least look like he was enjoying himself though, even giving the bot a quick kiss on the cheek after they walked back to Gar’s together. But even so, it was easy for Raymond to tell that what those ‘fans’ of his had said was still bothering his boyfriend.

Determined and still annoyed at the situation, Raymond activated the jets in his feet and flew back over to Boxmore. “Perhaps I should look more into this ‘blorp’...” And, as soon as he touched down on the factory’s roof and his mind connected to the wifi Boxman had set up, that’s exactly what he did.

“Okay,” he said, closing his eyes and sitting down as he mentally opened up a browser window, “What are the search results for ‘blorp’...” He was pretty sure that was how it was spelled. It certainly came up with enough results, with one of the top ones being connected to a Planet X dictionary. But without a doubt, the most popular result was a six-second video that had well over several million views. And, in the screenshot for it, was none other than Radicles. Raymond quickly selected the video.

“Rad rocket’s on the roof ready to roll!” *crash* “BLORP!”

“Pfft.” Raymond couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. Alright, maybe that was funny. A bit embarrassing perhaps but... Where was all the grief coming from? “There has to be more,” he mumbled as the clip continued repeating. Pushing away the video, he continued to search through the results.

Beyond the initial video and results that it only referred to the word itself, there were mostly forums. ...Many, many MANY forums. And, in Raymond’s opinion, almost none of them even had a scrap of information! All of them were just people simply reposting the video or screenshots from it, writing comments, and posting images with Rad’s face photo-shopped onto them, usually referencing the fact that he was an alien. The images weren’t too bad, but the comments...

“Grop he is just SOOOO funny!!! If all aliens were this funny, maybe we’d see more of them around!”

“Such a goof! Blorp me up, lol!”

“Why hasn’t this guy made more blorpin’ videos already?!”

“Omfg haha, so stupid! aliens gonna blorp!”

“So great! Heh, wonder how many times he blorps up when the camera’s NOT rolling?”

“BLORP BLORP! Hehe, so weird, but still so funny! Blorpy blorp bloop!”

“...Okay, now I’m starting to get it.” Raymond sighed, shifting his mind off ‘internet mode’ before opening his eyes. “No wonder he was so annoyed... Ugh, those fairweather ‘fans’ aren’t even fans of him! They’re just fans of blorp and whatever other ‘wacky alien’ thing they like about him!” Honestly! It was like those old cartoons that he and his siblings had found from centuries ago where the robots were complete jokes or only spoke in beeps and boops! So insulting!

“If they truly knew what Radicles was like, they wouldn’t even care about blorp because-!” He paused. “...Because there would be too many other things to like about him.” Slowly, the bot smiled.

Maybe that was the real answer he had been searching for.

()()()()()()()()()

“Oh, hey Rad. Do you think you can move some of those power-ups boxes we got today out here so we don’t have to worry about getting them tomorrow?”

Rad gave a small groan, but sat up from his spot anyway. “Fine, whatever.” He headed towards the loading dock, not even noticing that his youngest co-worker was watching him.

“...Psst, Enid!” KO whispered, “I think something’s wrong with Rad!”

“Yeah, maybe,” Enid said as she sat up, taking her feet off the counter and instead choosing to lean on her arms, “He’s been lazier than usual, and he’s not even enjoying it.”

“Yeah! And he hasn’t made any jokes, or tried to show how tough he is, or anything like that!” KO added, getting more concerned, “He just seems so down!”

“Well, maybe he’s just having a bad day?” Enid shrugged, “Nothing a little sleep can’t fix, probably. Or maybe he just had a bad date with Raymond?” KO hummed, thinking about it. Either of those could have been the reason... But before he could agree or offer up any theories of his own, a familiar voice caught their attention.

“While you’re certainly close to figuring out, you’re still throwing air balls.” The two employees turned around, spotting Raymond casually posing against a rack of fruit-themed attack projectiles.

“How did you get in here without us noticing?” KO asked while Enid just rolled her eyes at the bot.

Of course, Raymond ignored them both and walked further into the store, towards the back. “Besides, knowing why he’s upset won’t change much,” he added in a lower voice, “After all, no one can destroy something once it becomes memetic.” But there was something he could do to maybe counteract it...

No sooner had he reached the back of the Bodega, Rad returned with several floating boxes surrounded in pink aura. “Hm?” he blinked, “Uhh, what are you doing here, Ray?”

“Just thought I’d stop by for a bit to talk with my favorite Bodega worker~” Raymond replied simply, “Maybe brighten up the last few minutes of your shift with my presence.”

“Tc’ch.” Despite everything, Rad couldn’t help but give a small smile. “Alright, works for me.” With that, he began stacking the crates against the wall.

Raymond hummed as he watched him. “Though, I must say, my dear Radicles, you’re quite the all-star yourself.”

“Real- er, heh, yeah I am,” Rad nodded.

“You’ve got plenty of power and strength. Why, I’m sure you’ll even level up soon! Your fingerblasts are very useful, and you’re able to apply them to your own style of fighting, making them all the more unique - just like you! Plus you’re light on your feet, very useful!”

“Uh huh,” Rad nodded again as he continued stacking boxes, though his boyfriend’s compliment marathon was far from over.

“But it’s not just power and fighting that keeps you at the top of the starting line-up, oh no. I’d also say you’ve very stylish, much more stylish than other bots- er, people - that I see each day! You’re also very charming-”

Raymond paused, hearing a small snicker. He shot Enid a quick glare before continuing. “As I was SAYING, you’re very charming - from your interesting conversation topics to your wits, your dancing, your flirting. Why, I’d say you’re one of the most unique and most exceptional organic beings that I’ve ever-”

“Okay.” Rad dropped the last box he was holding and turned to face his boyfriend, giving him a look.

Raymond blinked. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

“Well, no but-” Rad crossed his arms, not looking angry or even annoyed by any means, but still looking a bit confused. “Look, I get that couples are supposed to compliment each other and stuff, and yeah all the things you’re saying are totally true but, don’t you think you’re laying it on just a little too thick? Seriously, Ray, what’s up?”

“...Well...” Raymond sighed, deflating slightly. This wasn’t going quite as well as he assumed it would. “I just thought that, well, after what happened at lunch, you could use some comments that weren’t just jokes at your expense... Comments that were genuine, and that were from someone who actually knew you and admired you - and not just the things you’ve said - and who-” He cleared his throat, his face heating up slightly. “Who... cares about you. I just didn’t want you feeling like everyone just saw you as a joke or a meme or whatever.”

“...” Rad turned his head away, staying silent as Raymond watched him blink a few times, and even giving a small sniffle. However, once Rad looked back over at him, the only thing on his face was a big - and genuine - smile.

“Heh... Like I said,” Rad told his boyfriend as he stepped forward, “I already knew all the things you said about me, but-” He leaned forward, allowing their noses to touch (surprisingly, Raymond’s nose wasn’t nearly as deadly as it looked). “But it, you know... It still means a lot to hear it from someone who does care. Thanks, Raymond.”

With that, Rad moved his head over slightly. Knowing now what he was planning on doing, Raymond happily lifted his own head up slightly, allowing their lips to meet.

Once their kiss broke though, Rad did add one last thing. “And just so you know, babe... I think you’re pretty great too. Great AND unique, no matter how many other Raymonds there are.”

Raymond smirked. “Of course. Coach Boxdad made me to be the greatest after all. But, it sounds even greater coming from you~” And with that, the couple shared another kiss.

“Aww!” KO smiled, clapsing his hands together, “That’s so sweet!”

“Heh, yeah yeah,” Enid smirked, “Hey Rad, just remember you’re still on the clock for another half hour! So let’s wrap it up, okay?” Though, even if her co-worker didn’t get much else done that night, she didn’t think she would mind - at least, not tonight.

Sure, Rad and Raymond could sometimes be annoying or frustrating on their own. But together, they really were a sweet sight.

THE END

((First OK KO fic so, hope everyone was in-character and that you all enjoyed reading! ^v^))

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paladinsuho-moved · 7 years

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Bangtan Unsolved [sope]

SHIP: Min Yoongi x Jung Hoseok (feat. a little bit of Kim Taehyung)

GENRE: fluff, humor, angst if you squint

WARNINGS: nothing really, if you get creeped out really easily, I wouldn’t recommend reading. swearing, some suggestive language.

moodboard for the fic here and video this fic is based on is here

A/N: hihihi i just really love this ship and i also really love buzzfeed unsolved,, so this is what came out of it, also the fact that it’s october and i’ve been wanting to contribute to the fandom for halloween :0

They arrived at the house around seven o’clock. The sun had already set, but it wasn’t completely dark yet, the sky a deep dark blue.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,Yoongi, we’re here,” Hoseok said, holding the GoPro so it would stay focused on the front door, trying not to let himself shake, because otherwise, the camera would shake as well. “This is it,” He continued, more to the camera than to his boyfriend, “We survived The Belmez House, we made it through Myrtles Plantation, I’ve got my holy water, I’m ready for this final showdown… What about you, hyung?”

No answer. “Hyung?”

He turned to where Yoongi had been standing five seconds earlier, and he let out a slight huff of indignation at the sight of his boyfriend.

“Are you serious?” Hoseok asked, pointing the camera at Yoongi, who was currently taking a selfie with the address number, sticking his tongue out. “Ah, that’s going on Snapchat for sure,” He muttered to himself, and Hoseok cleared his throat to get his attention.

“What?” Yoongi replied once he looked up, “I wanted to get a picture with Satan before he eats us both.”

“Don’t say that, you insufferable fuck,” Hoseok hissed, causing Yoongi to laugh as he put away his phone. Hoseok’s nostrils flared in further indignation, but Yoongi just flashed a gummy smile, causing Hoseok’s indignation to waver.

“You’re cute when you’re scared,” He told him, trying not to laugh.

“Assuming we don’t die tonight, I want a divorce,”

“Hobi, we’re not even married—”

“I’m keeping the dog—”

“Oh, you know I wouldn’t let the dog get away from me. Or you, for that matter, no matter how much of an ‘insufferable fuck’ I am. Now, what were you saying?”

“I said,” Hoseok huffed, “‘I’m ready for this final showdown… What about you, hyung?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Oh man, I’m ready.”

Hoseok moved the camera again, pointing towards the front door as it had been before. “Ladies and gentlemen, here we are at the Sallie House, in Atchison, Kansas,” Hoseok said, putting on his narrator voice, “A house that is apparently known as ‘the most haunted house in America’, and is reportedly haunted by an actual demon.”

Yoongi nodded toward the front door, dangling the key he’d procured from the landlord a few hours earlier. “Shall we?”

“Wait, I’m building myself up to it.”

Yoongi laughed again, and this time, Hoseok couldn’t resist joining him.

“How about now?” Yoongi asked, trying to contain his laughter, to which Hoseok felt around in his pockets for something. “Wait, wait, I need to get it from the car.”

“Get what from the car?”

“The fucking holy water!” The amount of seriousness that came out of Hoseok’s grinning mouth almost had Yoongi doubling over in laughter. “Go get it then!”

Hoseok handed the GoPro to Yoongi, and he turned the camera to face him.

“Hobi always says ‘joke all you want, but don’t ask for any later’, and, well, okay, I don’t need any!” Yoongi told the camera with a gummy smile, “It’s hilarious. He’s so cute.”

A few seconds later, Hoseok returned, and Yoongi turned the camera to face him, before letting out a shaky breath as he pocketed his little bottle of holy water, before asking, “Oh man, do you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“Everybody says that it’s bullshit when you feel energy, but… How do you not feel that? I mean, do you not feel a little bit weird?”

“Hobi, you’re insane. This house feels exactly the same as every other house we’ve been to for the exact same reason: none. of them. are haunted.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, his smile never leaving his face. “Gimme the camera,” The taller boy said, motioning to his boyfriend, and he obliged, and Hoseok began to speak again. “C’mon, let’s get in there! Get it over with!”

Yoongi looked at Hoseok, before looking to the camera, grinning again before promptly opening the screen door.

The door creaked, loudly, and Hoseok let out a soft exasperated whimper. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Honestly, you’d think demons would know how to oil a door,” Yoongi mumbled, trying, once again, not to laugh.

Finally, Yoongi unlocked the door. “SATAN, I’M HOME!” He yelled as he stepped inside.

“Yoongi, I swear to god--”

Yoongi turned on his flashlight by twisting the top, looking around in the dark for a lightswitch.

“Oh, sure,” He said, turning to face the camera as the light landed on a baby stroller next to the staircase, which was to their left, “Way to sell it.”

As Yoongi found a lightswitch and flipped it on, the living room was filled with warm light and Yoongi nodded in admiration. “Do you know what a place like this would cost in LA? Like, an arm and a leg, maybe even a kidney…”

Hoseok shook his head, “You can’t be serious.” “Of course I’m being serious!”

“Can we just tell the story of this house?” Hoseok asked, a laugh leaving him.

“Holy shit, Hoseok, don’t look over here.” Hoseok always had a knack for detecting when his boyfriend was being sarcastic.

“Gee,” He deadpanned, “I wonder why ever not.”

“There’s a little teddy bear over here. I’m quaking in my boots.”

Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok had been dating for four years, and had been doing the vlog series for two. They were currently somewhere around 2.4 million subscribers on YouTube, hoping to reach three million by the end of the year. The vlog series, Bangtan Unsolved, consisted of them doing one of two things: either recapping the events of a mysterious, unsolved crime, or spending the night in a haunted house.

And while the trailers they put up for every ‘season’ that came out made it look intense and suspenseful, if they had to be honest, at least a solid seventy percent was just them making stupid remarks and wheezing at each other’s taunts, another twenty percent was Hoseok telling Yoongi to fuck off, and the remaining ten percent was legitimate inexplicable occurrences.

They’d spent their nights in places like Myrtles Plantation in Louisiana, they’d spent another around a New Jersey forest, looking for the Jersey Devil, another one in Suicide Forest in Japan. Their most popular video, when they’d gone to The Belmez House in Spain, had gone viral all because Yoongi had decided to jokingly announce “hey demons, it’s me, ya boy.”

At the moment, Hoseok had laughed and rolled his eyes before calling him an idiot, but if he’d known that it would cause his boyfriend to turn into a living meme, he would’ve asked him to say it ages ago.

A few minutes later, after they’d turned on all the lights to the set up the equipment, they sat on the couch, facing the camera as Hoseok looked over the folder containing the history of the house he’d typed up the days before they’d flown to Kansas.

Yoongi looked at Hoseok before he turned the camera on. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” His voice was serious, staring at the brown-haired boy. “We can leave whenever you want, if you don’t feel comfortable--”

“I’m fine, hyung. I may feel like I’m about to piss my pants, but you know I want to do this… sort of.”

Yoongi nodded, before gripping Hoseok’s hand in his. “If you say so.”

And with that, he turned on the camera.

“We’re back!” Yoongi raised his arms, flashing the camera a smile. “We’ve set up our equipment and our sleeping bags in the living room of Sallie House, where Hobi and I plan to spend the night--”

“For some stupid reason,” Hoseok remarked, shaking his head with a smile, and he felt Yoongi’s hand squeeze his in reassurance, “I’ve lived my life with only one rule, and that is: don’t fuck with demons, but here I am anyway… Shall we get started?”

“Go on! Tell your spooky story. I love watching you squirm.” Yoongi wiggled his eyebrows, moving his eyes from his boyfriend to the camera. The only way he could’ve made a more obvious innuendo was if he held up a sign that said: WE’RE BONING!!!

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“I didn’t even swear. Go on, tell the story.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, before beginning to tell the story of the house.

“Located at 508 North Second Street in Atchison, Kansas, the Sallie House is the ultimate haunted house, and is widely considered to be the most haunted house in America. Built between 1867 and 1871, the house has had three deaths inside its walls: Michael Finney in 1872, William True in 1918, and Agnes True in 1939. And while the deaths have probably added to the house’s ghostly inhabitants, the real evil comes from something much different.

“While most residents have reported feeling paranormal activity, it wasn’t until the 1990s when Tony and Debra Pickman moved in that things took a turn for the sinister. What follows is based on their firsthand account of what started off as a small haunting but ended up becoming a living nightmare.”

“The Pickmans moved into the house on December 31st, 1992. The haunting started small: lights in the house would dim, the dog would bark incessantly at the entrance to the nursery, and their newborn baby would wake up every hour. In Debra Pickman’s words, quote ‘As if someone was playing with him’ unquote. The Pickmans’ neighbor could see the window of the nursery from her house, and eventually asked Debra why she kept the nursery light on all night long with the baby sleeping in there. This question came as an icy shock to Debra , who always turned the light off.”

“Oh snap,” Yoongi murmured sarcastically, causing Hoseok to break seriousness and laugh.

“That’s a little bit weird, don’t you think?” Hoseok asked, laughing again, and Yoongi shrugged, nodding a second later. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Anyways. Things got especially weird on July 14th, 1993, when Debra , Tony, and her sister Karen discovered all the stuffed animals in the nursery arranged into a neat circle, back to back, all on the floor. The three of them figured it was one of them playing a practical joke; so they put the animals back, turned off the light and went downstairs. To their horror, when they returned, not only was the light on, but a bear was knocked off its chair, lying on its back on the floor.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to laugh, causing Hoseok to look at him with confusion. “‘Oh no, we better leave the house, someone knocked the bear out of his little wicker chair!”

“What, are you saying you wouldn’t be, I don’t know, a little bit unnerved if you found a bunch of stuffed animals arranged into a little cult circle?”

“If the bear we saw when we walked in here was there then yes. Little fucker gave me the willies.” Yoongi’s sarcasm was spot on, causing Hoseok to rub his temples, trying not to give into the urge to laugh.

“MOVING ON. After that, like any normal person would, they packed up some stuff, took their baby, and left the house to stay with Tony’s parents.”

“But did they take the bear though?”

Hoseok blinked. “...I don’t believe they brought the bear. I mean… there’s— I can’t imagine why they would bring the bear.”

“While they were leaving the house, Tony felt a sharp sting in his back. When they lifted his shirt, they discovered three long scratches. Tony would continue to get viciously scratched as time went on, and at one point, a scratch manifested itself on video. The Pickmans would eventually turn to a psychic, who picked up on a presence named Sallie.”

“According to Debra Pickman, on the morning of October 31st, 1993--”

“Oh, Halloween! I always appreciate a demon who waits until the appropriate date to terrorize families.”

“AS I WAS SAYING, Tony went to grab a glass of orange juice from the kitchen, when he turned around, he saw a little girl in early 1900s clothes; shortly after, he sketched what he saw for Debra. I have a picture of the drawing here, actually, here it is.” Hoseok pulled out a drawing from the folder, holding it so the camera would see it, Yoongi tilting his head as he stared at it.

“And what may be a curious coincidence, a former resident who lived in the house shortly before the Pickmans, said, quote ‘my daughter was five at the time. She had an imaginary friend, Sallie. I would scold her for something, and she’d come back at me and say “I didn’t do it, Sallie did it.”, or, “Sallie told me to do it.”’ When shown Tony Pickman’s drawing 11 years after they’d moved out of the house, the daughter identified it as her imaginary friend from her childhood.

“The Pickmans also reported fires that would start on their own. In fact, two former residents before the Pickmans reported fires starting inexplicably in the room that would eventually become the Pickmans’ nursery. The activity continued to escalate beyond fires, however; a lamp was thrown at Tony’s mother. Tony reported hearing scratching coming from behind his bed. Quote, ‘almost like you had an animal digging to get out of the wall,’ end quote. At one point, Sallie even appeared in the room and grabbed Tony’s wrist, burning dark red finger marks onto his skin. At this point, Tony believed, quote ‘we’re dealing with something way beyond a little girl’, end quote, and begged to leave the house. Yet Debra, who at this point hadn’t witnessed anything alarming, didn’t feel the same.”

“This was the 90s! People had frickin' video recorders, right?”

“I mean, the scratches happened on camera!”

Yoongi groaned.

“Here’s the thing: this is what I love about paranormal evidence. People are always clamoring for it, right? And then, once they finally have it, they look for like five seconds before going like, ‘fake.’”

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

“Things eventually went beyond physical terror, however. According to Tony, quote ‘It got to the point where I, whenever I was in the house, I could not think any happy thought. It was just strictly, I wanted to hurt her. Hurt Deb. I… I was a whole different person. That something can come inside and make me capable of… doing that… it just, it tears me up. As much as I hate to say it, I planned on slitting her throat—’”

“Oh, fuck no!” Yoongi yelled, before quieting down, “Hobi, I love you but if you slit my throat tonight I’m going to have a hard time forgiving you.”

“Will you haunt me for the rest of my life?” Hoseok asked with a sarcastic smile.

“No. I’d be dead. Ghosts aren’t real.”

Hoseok’s smile disappeared. “Oh.”

“Keep going! I’m interested,” Yoongi pleaded, still sounding skeptical.

“Fine. In 1994, the Pickmans finally moved out of the house. At this point, you’re probably wondering who Sallie is. From what I could find, records show that a Sallie Isabel Hall did indeed live in this house in 1905… But, she was actually a 34 year old black woman.”

Yoongi broke out into laughter. “Wait, WHAT!?”

Hoseok couldn’t resist laughing as well. “Hear me out, hear me out!”

“No! This demon’s a racist! He had a good thought and said ‘oh, there was a black lady who lived here? Nah, I can’t haunt with that. How about a… a little white girl? A little blonde one, I’ll give her pigtails!’”

“Yoongi, that’s not how demons…”

“Fuck that demon, he’s whitewashed the history of this house. He’s everything that’s wrong with Hollywood.”

“If you let me keep going, I would’ve said that demons don’t present themselves as adults.”

“Ever?”

“Ever, Yoongi.”

“What about the old lady from Insidious?”

“Yoongi, that’s a movie!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“YES, WHATEVER. CAN I PLEASE CONTINUE?”

Yoongi nodded, closing his eyes, as if he were making the decision to allow his boyfriend to continue.

“I will allow it.”

“Yoongi!”

“Are you gonna keep going or not?”

Hoseok sighed.

“An entity like this needs to gain humans’ trust to feed off of them, of course they’re not gonna immediately come out with the horns and stuff, so they come out with a sweet little girl. It makes sense to me, I don’t know.”

“Whatever. Demon’s racist. I’ve lost all respect for this guy.”

A knock on the door caused Hoseok to jump, before realizing what it was.

“He’s here!”

“Who’s here?”

“I invited a paranormal investigator here.”

“...Of course you did.”

With that, Yoongi picked up the cameras that were right next to him, handed one to Hoseok, standing and following his boyfriend to the door.

Hoseok opened the door and smiled at the man standing outside.

“I take it you’re Taehyung?”

The man nodded with a boxy smile, and Hoseok stretched out his hand, and Taehyung shook it gladly, not seeming to mind the camera in his other hand, probably due to the fact that they’d discussed it on the phone the week before they came. “I’m Hoseok.”

Yoongi held out his hand. “This is my boyfriend, Yoongi,” Hoseok said sheepishly, and Yoongi nodded in acknowledgement as he shook hands with the man, still holding the camera.

“Kim Taehyung.”

“Min Yoongi,” Yoongi answered with a cheeky grin, “I think this is all bullshit.”

Hoseok wheezed with laughter at Yoongi’s forwardness

“Half of it is,” Taehyung replied with a laugh. “Let’s get to it!”

They led Taehyung to the kitchen, where they'd laid out several things: a few flashlights, their phones, Hoseok’s bottle of holy water, an EVP recorder.

“You think we might be able to communicate with something tonight?” Yoongi asked, voice dripping with skepticism.

“I’m not communicating with shit,” Hoseok proclaimed, raising his free hand before looking to his boyfriend, “Remember what the Father said the first time when we asked him for advice?”

“You mean, after his first piece of advice, which was, ‘don’t do it’?”

“Exactly.”

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember, before Hoseok quoted the priest they’d visited the very first time they planned to go ghost hunting all for the sake of views. “He said, ‘I would do nothing to invite the demon into conversation.’”

Taehyung chuckled at the interaction. “Hate to break it to you, Hoseok, but you already are communicating with it if you’re in here, if we’re gonna be communicating with it.”

“Oh, hell no, I’m content with just standing in the background, you know?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, a smile on his face as he leaned against the wall.

They headed up the stairs, Hoseok leading the way. That is, until, halfway up, he got cold feet and stepped behind Yoongi, Taehyung watching bemusedly as the scene unfolded. “Yoongi, you go first.”

Yoongi turned towards him, pointing the camera in his direction. “What, babe, are you scared?”

“No, my mom taught me that ladies should always go first, you know?”

Taehyung burst out laughing, and Yoongi pointed the camera right in Hoseok’s face, his playful yet serious tone making a return. “Ladies and gentlemen, turns out I’m dating a misogynist.”

“Misogynist? I went to the women’s march with you this year!”

“One word, Hoseok: Microaggressions.”

“Oh, I’ll tell you what’s micro—”

Before Hoseok could actually bring up anything smaller than average, a soft banging noise caused them all to quiet. Taehyung’s laughter stopped abruptly, and the three of them, including the cameras, turned to where the sound was coming from: the room at the top of the stairs, the exact same room where the Pickmans had their nursery.

“What was that?” Yoongi asked, voice dropping to a whisper as he turned on the flashlight.

Hoseok could feel his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline quickly flowing through his veins. But when Yoongi turned on the flashlight, and nothing instantly murdered them, he felt his nerves quell. Yoongi took another slow step up the staircase, and Taehyung did the same, forcing Hoseok to also take another step.

Hoseok forced himself to take a deep, shaky breath before he continued up the stairs, following Yoongi, who was having the time of his life, unwavering, holding the GoPro in one hand and the flashlight in the other. When they got to the top of the stairs, Yoongi stepped into the room that was the nursery before calling out, “Anybody there?”

He pointed the camera over to Taehyung and his boyfriend, who was frowning at him as he remembered another point the priest they’d spoken to had brought up.

‘I would do nothing to invite the demon to show itself—’

“No racist demons around here? Hey howdy hey?”

‘—No taunting whatsoever.’

“Yoongi, shut up!” Hoseok whispered, half serious, trying to keep his camera from shaking yet again.

He turned the camera to Taehyung, who was looking down at their EVP. “What's it say?”

Taehyung shook his head. “Nothing yet.”

Suddenly, as if on cue, the light on Taehyung’s device lit up, a bright green illuminating the dim room. At the exact same time, a chill rolled down Hoseok’s spine, and he felt the hair on his arms stand up.

“Holy shit,” Hoseok whispered, turning the camera toward Yoongi, while looking back and forth at both of the men, “Did you guys feel that?”

Taehyung nodded. “It feels like the temperature just dropped fifteen degrees.”

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. “That's just because you took off your jackets,” He replied, pointing at his camouflage windbreaker, staring at the pair as if they were mental. “I didn't feel anything.”

“Because you don't believe in this stuff.”

“Exactly. You guys do. Placebo effect. Mass hysteria.”

“There's only two of us!”

“Fine, Hoseok. Dual hysteria. Whatever.”

Hoseok looked into Yoongi’s camera. “See what I have to deal with?”

Taehyung snickered, still looking at the EVP as he waved it around slowly, trying to get another reading.

“Let's head downstairs, check out the kitchen,” Yoongi proposed, “Maybe we'll see Sallie. Or Satan.” He looked around the dark room. “Whatever you prefer to be called,” He said loudly, as if he was talking to someone who was ignoring him.

“Min fucking Yoongi, I will not hesitate—”

The quick journey down to the kitchen was uneventful, to which Hoseok was grateful. Yoongi set his flashlight on the counter, turning it off. Hoseok pointed his camera at him, planning to ask his boyfriend what he planned to do next, when he was interrupted by a scraping noise.

“Ohfuckfuckfuck, hell no, fuck that,” Hoseok muttered, and both Taehyung and Yoongi broke out into laughter.

“Hobi,” Yoongi wheezed, “It was a car passing by.”

Hoseok blinked, before also breaking down in laughter, feeling the moment releasing the tension he'd been holding in.

As the laughter quieted down, Hoseok shook his head. “No, but being serious, what now?”

Yoongi looked at the watch on his wrist. “It's almost like, one in the morning. Let's check out this last spot and head to sleep. How's that?”

Both Taehyung and Hoseok nodded.

“So,” Yoongi continued, flashing a devious grin. Hoseok’s eyes widened—because whenever Yoongi smiled like that, it was because he had gotten a really, really bad idea.

Yoongi pointed the camera towards his flashlight, and Hoseok backed away towards the table, where he had his holy water.

“Hey, de-maaahn,” Yoongi taunted, crouching to be at face level with his flashlight as it rested on the counter. “If you don't like us, turn the light off.”

“Come on,” Hoseok muttered nervously, “There's no way—”

The flashlight dimmed for a split second, before the light faded away completely.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung murmured. Hoseok jumped back in fear, a screech barreling out of his throat.

“What—the—FUCK!?” He screeched, and Yoongi cackled with glee. It was at this moment that Hoseok concluded: he was dating a psychopath.

“Do you, uh, d’you mind proving your point again? If you really don't like us, turn it back on.”

“Where's my fucking holy water,” Hoseok sputtered out, hearing Taehyung whisper to himself, “There's no way it'll do it again—”

Light shot out of the flashlight, shining in Yoongi's eyes. Hoseok screamed again, Taehyung watching in disbelief.

“You should’ve never talked to it, Yoongi!” Hoseok screeched once he was finished screaming.

He put the camera down, and Yoongi took that as his sign to knock it off. “Are you okay?” He asked. It was their code for, should I stop being a dick?

“I'm fine, I'm fine,” Hoseok replied, another scraping noise being heard in the background.

“Was that another car?” Taehyung asked. “No, that was the fucking flashlight.” Hoseok was actually laughing, a strange smile on his face.

“Oh come on, it's a flashlight, it's cylindrical!”

“T-Taehyung, what does the EVP say?

“I'm definitely getting something,” Taehyung answered, pointing at the flashing green light, “Holy fuck.”

Yoongi grabbed the flashlight, hearing Hoseok wheeze out in between hysterical laughing, “You never should have fucking talked to it, Hyung.” He felt his chest pang slightly with regret, because, he knew that no matter how much Hoseok also enjoyed the goofing around with him on the show, he also knew that when Hoseok started giggling like that when he’d been screeching a few seconds later, it was because he was genuinely scared; his laughter was a defense mechanism.

He’d been the cause of that.

“I think it’s time we get to bed,” Yoongi muttered, and Hoseok nodded. Yoongi pointed the camera at himself. “We’re gonna be right back,” He explained, smiling lightly, “I think we need a quick break.”

Taehyung seemed to understand the situation just fine, no awkward hovering around the couple or tiptoeing around the situation. He said goodbye, wished them luck, thanked Hoseok for the invitation to be on the show, and left the house.

Hoseok sat down on his sleeping bag, and Yoongi plopped himself down next to him, quickly pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple. “I'm sorry, babe,” He said, “I didn’t realize you were that on edge.”

Hoseok shook his head. “I wasn’t that on edge until the flashlight turned on.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No. Just… Just hold me, please.”

Yoongi nodded, and put his arm over Hoseok’s shoulder, allowing his boyfriend to bury his face into his neck.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Hoseok gripping onto Yoongi’s free hand in the dimly lit living room.

During the entirety of the show, Yoongi maintained his skeptical persona on camera. But when it came down to his personal opinion, Yoongi had seen some truly unusual things happen (the flashlight not included. It could have been twisted incorrectly. It was cylindrical. Cylindrical objects tend to roll), things that could truly not be explained; and on the inside, he did have the occasional doubt, the occasional ‘what if I take things too far this time?’.

The thought of some unseen entity hurting him and taking Hoseok away was low-key terrifying, and he clung onto his skepticism as stubbornly as he did for both his and Hoseok’s sake. Because if he let go of his skepticism, he’d be letting go of his logic, and they would both be screwed; they’d be two idiots with a camera screaming in the dark. And while they already were two idiots with a camera in the dark, only one of them screamed (That being Hoseok, obviously. Min Yoongi didn’t scream).

“Hey,” Yoongi whispered, trying to lighten the mood, “Have you ever considered having sex in a haunted house?”

“Oh. My. God.”

“I’m just saying, what if Sallie’s a secret voyeur? Maybe she took up the job of haunting the house so she could watch people get freaky.” Yoongi said, and Hoseok snorted, finally looking at his boyfriend. Even in the dim light, he could make out his mint green hair, and his suggestive, gummy smile, as he wiggled his eyebrows. “You’re an asshole.”

“You love me anyway.”

Hoseok nodded. “That’s true.”

“Should we sleep?”

“Yes, please.”

Yoongi nodded, unzipping his windbreaker, and pulling the cover of the sleeping bag off. “Do you want to edit this part out? Because the cameras we set up around here are still rolling, you know.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok answered. “I don’t want anyone to hear you suggesting we bang here.”

“It’d get us a lot of views, you know.”

“Yoongi.”

“Alright, alright.”

They settled into their sleeping bags, and Yoongi turned off the flashlight, setting his GoPro next to him. He turned to look at Hoseok in the dark. “Hey, Hobi.”

“Hey, hyung.”

“You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do. I love you too, Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiled in the dark, and he saw Hoseok smile back.

In that moment, from both Hoseok’s and Yoongi’s perspectives, ghosts didn’t exist. Neither did demons. They weren’t in the Sallie House. They were at home.

Because for them, home wasn’t their little apartment in LA. Home was each other.

And nothing, nor human nor supernatural, could change that.

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