#{v sleepy now so!! goodnight talk to everyone in a few hours}

[fmdxjerome]

hello people from old and new! naomi is back in action with her son jerome. i’ve been stuck in my sisters house for the last weeks of my absence because she went on vacation and i had to take care of a sick rabbit who peed everywhere. i might have a disease now at the amount he bit me but what can you do. im joking. you might ask “but naomi doesnt your sister have wifi” yes she do but i’m an anxious wreck so spending my days on a first floor apartment  with my sister on the other side of the world w an infected foot had me fucke d upppp boiii but now i’m back in my own home and my sister + her boyfriend are safely home!! foot all fine!! and everyone is calm again!! so!! i can return with a good heart. i’ll be sliding in the dms of the people who bear emoticon’ed me 600 years ago and bc i suck w introducing myself to new people i’ll just hi!!!!! i think when i wake up i’m gonna do a “bio reading” marathon as i write bc i need to appreciate. also shit i need more threads wow i suck might see me replying to some open starters and def need to get back to plotting bc there are some people i’ve been dying to thread with ;^;

its like 6am now so i might b heading 2 bed now but under the cut there will be a reintroduction to jerome (one i promised in januari i believe) as im rewriting his bio (no major things change really its just minor things nd its time for an upgrade) so yes! hello (ims will come tomorrow as well ;3;)

also fact. mullet daddy jaebum is jerome rn dont drag him dont @ him its gone before you know it. probs after idolized its a look tho wow i love- a chic farmer (... the short bangs are tragic tho jerome honey i kno u liked them on wren but ur not wren. jerome: but i- me: no. this this not this jerome: :( ok fine me: fuego 

anyway before i pass out here is reintroduction. the triggers are; adoption, racism themes??? like yeah ok!! apologize if this is shit. hope everyone is having a good day though you all are great!

Jerome Gauthier aka Yuddy

-Anti idol

-Has an okay reputation but that’s because he’s smart about things.

-BC eyeing him tho *eyes fake friends with good reputation for him to hang out with* (hmu for fake friend plots. funny the person w the best rep of all actually likes jerome. bless jisoos christ. guess that praying on knees worked out in the end huh jerome. /dont/ sainthood is waiting)

-Talented™. (ask him to write songs for you) (Actually have a few songs in my library i want him to write but not sing so *eyes*)

-Passionate as fuck don’t mess with him in the studio (passionate all over tbh)

-Adopted and in search of his bloodlines

-Hoe but not really

-Actually, scrap that. Nicknames him JerHOEme

-Is actually lovely

-But acts like a shit

-Slips up and is soft to people sometimes before being a complete and utter asshole the next second

-bc soft jerome whOMST i only know deMON

-Suave Fuckboy who’s nonchalant about everything

-French™

-Will call you baby at some point in your life

-Signature smirk

-Egotistic???? Narcissistic??? a lil bit don’t stroke his ego

-Secretive™. not much info on his time in france

-Secretly a dad without children (except for his actual biological son insoo aka chorizo sausage who he goes to play ball with- i mean work on songs in the studio. seriously catch him picking up his son from soccer practice i mean shit no i mean- ok insoo is really his son dont fight me on this.)

-And also has a daughter an Oriental shorthair cat called Edith who he is so soft with he kicks out girls to cuddle with her. (one meow and he’s home)

- we support WISH hating jerome in this household. please people who have girls in WISH dont let them like him (or be a rebel and go against the mothers wishes but you’ve been warned)

-Dont let him get in your pants too like ask wren you dont want that (or i mean with the list of kinks i peeped maybe idk who am i to say what your muse wants or does not want idk im just protecting people from satan)

-Unlikely he’ll get in any pants now anyway tho bc he a proud shopper at papa juliens pizza and y’all some other brand type ish domino lookin asses NAH *throws hands up* rome’s in the house (no but guys. this is his soulmate THIS IS HIM. dISgUStiNG- )

-In 2016 interview took him out of context and it looks like he hates all idol rappers but is not true. He just doesn’t like companies making rap out to be like this thing you can do if you’re pretty and you can’t sing and he doesn’t like it when said pretty idols know nothing of it. he gets the grind but will side eye (benjy nd jerome already have a rivalry bc of this shit thank u interviewer)

-Dating scandals?? EHH. He almost had one with a Japanese model called Momo in the beginning of his career but BC did well of spinning them as friends and he legit had one with his ex last october which?????????? shit she touched his *spoiler* and it was *spoiler* . BC about to ban him from fashion shows damn. yoonah and him have to go to paris fashion week quick

-BC has yet to force him into a relationship tho. but damn he gonna be angry when that ever happens yoo. 

-Studied to become a cinematographer. Now is annoying as fuck during recording MV’s bc he butts into everything (BUT thats why his his mvs so AESTHETIC. eye for beauty bois)

-Holler at ya boi if you want a nice mv he’s involved like that

-Also to the girls who have been in an MV with Jerome.. know he probably flirted with you between takes bc during he’s grade a professionalism but he still a ho

-Actual catlady no questions asked (he feeds stray cats and gets cut up by edith when she smells other cats on him rip)

-Actual wife material no questions asked (to quote the great Halit Yilmaz during that time Jerome stood in the kitchen for hours making baklava and other Turkish treats for Halit’s Eid al-Fitr: “Shit, Jerome if you were a girl i’d marry you in a heartbeat.” and its true. we would ALL marry jerome. who says no is lying. )

-Smooth™

-Ok the ego thing btw its weird its an act but hes weird about it dont ask

idk what else to write ok short rundown of his bio as again i’m writing a new one and i cringe every time i look at my old one. im probs forgetting a lot but EYO ITS 6AM WHO CARES

CHILDHOOD age 0 to 10

-Born to a single mom who got fucked over by a smash nd dash dad. (we side eye Ok Chanwook in this household.)

-Moms family discouraged her from taking care of him herself so putting up for adoption it is.

-Very emotional not ok mom boram cry a lot pls. (got v angry too like boi if she ever sees chanwook again he can change his name to no dick larry)

-Adopted by a French couple called Lucas and Daphné (previously named Annelies). pretty kool peeps

-JK racist assholes who fetishize jerome a lot. PLEASE. the yellow fever runs deep. take him away from them,

-Raised in a small town in France and knew 0 Asians growing up. so thats nice

-Loves his adoptive grandpa to death tho (who’s he named after u3u)

-Actually hates the rest lol

-Ok uncle Rémy pretty cool bc he laughs at teen!Jerome shit talking his parents and aunt Camille. She a sweety ;3; a bit odd but a sweety #stanauntCamille

-Basically the people on the Gauthier side and born from Jerome and Clemintine are ok, the rest is shit (except for his dad Lucas. He a Gauthier but he shit)

-Junior/Senior relationship w granpda ;3; “Pépé!!” “Junior!!” *tiny jerome swings around grandpa’s neck* LOVE

-Grandma passed when he was 9. (he loved her very much and would always show her his drawings on her bed ;-;)

-Hard time adjusting at first when he was a tiny toddler. had a lisp talking french. ;3; baby rome

-young jerome had a bad case of the abandonment issues he literally held onto his dads leg for like 30 minutes before the teacher finally peeled him away from him. my smol boi

-Elephants. remember this. is important. /sob

-TLDR; biological mom didnt want to loose him. adoptive parents and dad are fucks. grandpa is kool. jerome had a good childhood until he didnt. thank u ignorance

TEEN YEARS age 10 to 20

-middle school very nice

-j FUCKING KKKKK EMO JEROME INBOUNDDDD

-kids are mean. teens are mean. young!jerome v lonely

-honestly he had no friends. except for like maybe this one kid on his sport called mattheo but he kinda a weeb so uhhhh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-the time comes that he feels uncomfortable with everything korean. he already learned korean along side french and english when he was growing up but now distances himself from further learning. he clings to french culture a lot and even to this day he refers to himself as french and european, and rarely refers to himself as korean or asian.

-feels disconnected from both though. its like.. his parents took his korean culture away from him by using it for their own amusement. it was not his to have basically. and french- a lot of people around him give the vibe he’s not “allowed” to call himself fully french. they see him as korean, korean-french but never just french. he feels very misunderstood. lack of identity and just not fitting in

-around this time (or earlier i’m musing still) his cousin Antonin (moms side) kind of fell out on him. like. wow. not good. fucked jerome up a lil. (issues intensify)

-inferiority complex inbound/ is he ok? no he isnt. he starts writing to get his emotions out.

-Blessed Freddy rolled in teen jerome’s life like: guess we need to do history homework together jerome: aren’t you gonna make a ‘do my homework bc you’re asian’ joke freddy: why would i jerome:

-they bond over music, freddy is the one who gets him serious about getting into it (we thank our lord freddy for this gift of life we call singer/songwriter jerome. pray to freddy 10 times a day *srry jisoos christ but ur out*)

-literally young jerome would be a great soundcloud artist in this day and age. he was like joji meets rei brown with more of an rnb tinge. he liked ambient because it calmed him.

-in his old bio thats still up bc im a slow writer his old name was some dumb shit like l.only DUMB its romeles now (get it.. jeROME LESlie gauthier. im smart)

-OK IM GONNA GO QUICKER NOW

-eMO FOR A LONG TIME BC OF LONELINESS AND OTHERING FREDDY IS HIS BEACON OF HOPE WE LOVE FREDDY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!!!!!!

-had a big ass fall out with his parents when he was around 15? was like “UHHH FUCK Y’ALL” and moved in with his grandpa (he was very disrespectful like damn boy but you know what. i support)

-best decision of his life because grandpa v lonely after his wife died and Jerome^2 is… so soft.

-Jerome dancing/singing to old tunes and being engrossed with old movies

-Learning how to cook ;3;

-I mean bc his middle and highschool were in Laval he spend a lot of his time w his grandpa already so he already had a bed and ;-; #jerome^2

-Halit rolls into his life. Braces, huge smile, lil prepubescent stash ohmygod. My child.

-BLANC is born. Freddy/Jerome/Halit’s musical trio. Stan the Three Musketeers

-Found his first best friend and a purpose in Freddy. Found a home in Halit. (sob)

-Finds solace in rnb and hiphop. People start noticing him because of it. Writes songs and performs them in café’s. Found his niche. 15 to 19 where his “best”  years

-THE BIG MOVE. After a concerned halit mom, a proud freddy mom and a “WHAT THE FUCK JEROME NO DONT GO” jerome mom they pack their bags and PARIS HERE WE COME

-Enter ex who haunts his life, Seo Yumi aka Marie (now model, v pretty, makes me cry)

-Spots her in the summer doing yoga in the park and boi he an assman so he got fucked up (jk he saw her face and was like wHAT love at first sight

-enrolls in film school, meets her there again and wow falls in love hard like wow calm down boy

-Dating~~~v possessive not good at ALL cALM DOWN JEROME

-ok he got his issues nd marie was the first one who openly listened to his problems and understood and made him appreciate his korean heritige bc she’s korean and showed him cultural aspects without the gross fetishizing that came with his parents and he just- he got intense ok. he already got a v intense personality so- still not good tho he needs to dial it down

-she thought so too and like after a year she was !!!! what the fuck. she is not one for serious relationships but jerome was like ehhh why not in the beginning its v nice to hear nd be seen as the most beautiful ok but then it got suffocating but instead of breaking up with him she kept him around. he a safe haven ya know. reliable. someone to built on later. *i wanna say she also didnt break up w him because his emo stories but marie,,, eh...* (funny tho like she got a thing for bad boys so she just “this is the fifth time you called me beautiful just degrade me lil like choke me idk” and jerome just “w-why would i do that you’re beautiful i dont want to hurt you” ah *looks into the future* ohhowthetableshaveturned.mp4 )

-Marie cheated on him the second she got the chance which was when jerome went to america w his bros

-Got offered a job as a songwriter when in ny. Wouldnt think he’d take it but after getting kicked out of school for beating the shit out of the guy marie cheated on him with and with marie out of the picture nothing held him back from starting a new life.

-TLDR; emo era. silver era. emo era 2 emo harder

ADULTHOOD age 20 to now

-Seoul make way for the rise of YUDDY™

-the name yuddy is from the film days of being wild. the character is kinda yuddy-ish too so he saw the film again and yep. thats my name

-Fuck_love.mp3

-Visits his orphanage. they like “nah boi u aint got no papers boi”

-Parents can give him access to his birthmother btw, aren’t doing it lol

-EMO

-Drinks. Sleeps around. Gets a reputation. You kno how it is. (gr8 ride tho. highly recommend. 5 out of 5 stars on yelp)

-SMASH ND DASH. Chanwook is that u??????

-One girl who he got with multiple times reminded him of Marie tho and that fucked him up for a bit (PSST ITS A PLOT WINK SO IF YA GIRL OF AGE IN THE 2013′S HMU BC ITS DRAMATIC HE GHOSTED THE SHIT OUT OF HER)

-Writes a lot of songs, a few for BC (knight baes). BC like *eye emoji* who dat boi who him iz

-Gets sign w BCreate and is like eyy life pretty good

-but lmao he debut and oh who’s that pretty girl promoting that lipstick?? oh.. its marie ;3;

-imfine.jpeg

-Joins main label and literally joins w a blessing stream limbo on spotify

-wgm era was a great era of jerome lmty his hair was great, shared cute personal things, manager was happy, slept with his best friend, was married to a sweet beautiful girl ya know the good stuff  👍 no im not crying you are

-triple fantasy era was awful we dont talk about that he looked like his brother and i’m still emotional about him wow. 

-instagram is a great song

-Interviewer: u mention an ex in ur song tell me more Jerome: *SWEATS*  

-Marie: my short hair DOES look pretty thank u babe ur red hair was cute too <3<3

-The fact she linked to him now is spook

-But ok he still flirty, still daring, still yuddy™ but definitely less of the whole “sleeping around” thing now bc he… he uhh closetoyou.mp3

TLDR; he turned into his dad but romeo is rising AND HE IS SCARED!!!!!

also never forget jerome is the messiest king in this ok non y’all are as messy as him. he fucked his ex’s friend oK THERE IS NOTHING MORE MESSY. dONT COME FOR HIS CROWN

[ray-ray-writings]

i really just love some sbi...maybe a drabble of the reader being awake for like 40+ hours and they’re streaming? so their chat is like spamming “go to beddd” and the reader is stubborn but eventually all of the sleepybois join her vc and are like “go to bed rn” so she does and they all express their concern afterwards and the reader confesses that they are feeling like they aren’t good enough and have to keep streaming and they all comfort her? reader is tommy’s age btw !

This is such a good idea lol... P.S. Enjoy this hurt/comfort because I have an SBI imagine coming out tonight and it’s all hurt and like very little comfort... It’s so sad guys... But enjoy this now lol. 

So like I imagine that you wake up at 7 am, do your things to get ready for school, and go to school. You’re in school till three and then you get home, grab a snack, and go to your room and begin your stream. You do a lot of things on your stream which causes your stream to go for nine hours. Thank god it was Friday and you didn’t have school the next morning. But you’re yawning so much that chat begins to beg you to end stream and get rest. You try to brush them off, but they threaten to get Philza and so you huff and say your goodbyes before ending your stream with the promise that you were going to go to sleep… Yeah you lied.

Instead of getting into bed, you down a few energy drinks and begin editing for a new video you wanted to upload. That takes a few hours and so by the time you’re done, you realize the sun has come up and you’ve been editing for many many hours and have been up for over 24 hours. Regardless of the fact you’re tired, you are like, “well I can’t go to sleep now! That would throw off my sleep schedule, and I wouldn’t be able to stream and that would disappoint a lot of people... plus I’m not tired!” And so you begin making more content that you plan on uploading. As well as doing some of your school work. After a while, you glance at the time and realize you have to start stream soon. So you quickly save everything that you’re working on, go to the bathroom, go to the kitchen, grab a few snacks and some more energy drinks before heading back to your bedroom and beginning to stream again. So for a while you’re playing your games and talking to chat and somehow, probably because a donation asked you how your night went, but you let it slip that you didn’t actually go to sleep the night before and chat explodes. They beg you to go to bed and get the rest that you need and so very much deserve, but you ignore them. “Guys, I’m fine! I’m not even *big yawn* that tired… okay I know that looks bad but seriously I’m *yawn*.... Chat please” But they don’t stop spamming, asking you to go to sleep, but you refuse. You think that if you don’t stream, you’ll lose everything you’ve worked so hard to build. Your fans would slowly realize how bad of a streamer you are and you would lose everything. While you’re lost in your thoughts, people have started to spam the Sleepy boys, explaining what was happening. Philza is the first to see the worried tweets and immediately contacts Wilbur, Techno, and Tommy asking if they know about what’s happening. They don’t and so they decide to ring you as a group, after all if they all ask you to go to bed, there is no way you’ll be able to say no to them. You get a text from Philza asking you to join a Discord call and your attention snaps to chat. “Alright, which one of you snitched on me to my dad? What?” You demand, imitating a Tiktok you once saw. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw2v42-nG4c . Your phone buzzes again and this time it’s Wilbur also asking you to join the call. “And my brother’s too?” Chat begs you to join the call and so you let out a sigh and do what you’re told. As soon as you join the call, Wilbur’s voice fills your ears, “What are you doing awake?” “It’s nice to see you too Will… Techno, Phil, Tommy…” you greet, ignoring the question. “Go to sleep. You haven’t slept in 36 hours.” Techno deadpans. “Coming from your Mr. Insomniac” you shoot back. “Sleep” Tommy demands causing you to roll your eyes. “No” you mock, “I’m *yawn* fine guys. Really thanks for the check in, but I’m *yawn* fine.” “Those two yawns say otherwise.” Nothing seems to be working so Phil pulls out the big guns. “I will call your parents if you do not end your stream this instant and go to bed.” And you know he isn’t joking and if he does that, you’re parents will ground you. So you let out a defeated sigh but mute and deafen yourself in discord, wishing chat, who is now celebrating, a goodnight before ending stream. You unmute and undeafen in discord to wish the others a goodnight. “Goodnight Y/N… One question before you go though… Why would you do that to yourself. You obviously knew you needed to sleep, why push yourself like that. You know your fans would understand” Phil asks softly. And you don’t know if it’s the gentleness of the question or the fact you hadn’t slept in 36 hours, but you burst into tears. The boys let you cry it out, all a bit worried but not wanting to pressure you into talking or wanting you to feel bad. Once your sobs calm down, you apologize, “Sorry. Sorry. I’m just overly tired and emotional… But… It’s just that I’m not good. I’m not good enough. And I know that. I really do. But somehow my fans don’t. So I have to keep it up and push myself because if I don’t they’ll realize. They will realize I’m a fraud and that I’m not good enough and they’ll leave me and then you guys will leave me too and I’ll just lose you and I can’t handle that… Sorry, you probably don’t care. You didn’t need me to dump that on you like that… sorry.” The boys are silent for a moment. Their hearts ache at the confession. How could you not think that you’re good enough? You’re such a good and dedicated streamer and it shows in the content that you produce. It’s actually Tommy that’s the first to talk. “That’s bullshit” “Tommy!” the other three scold. “It is! Y/N is such a good streamer, one of the best on the platform! And they’re still so young! You’re fans aren’t going to hate you because you take time for yourself. In fact they’ll probably be more irritated if you don’t take care of yourself. You’re a good streamer Y/N… A great one. Of course you’re good enough. And you’re never going to lose us… We love you. You’re one of us.” Everyone is shocked at Tommy’s mature words. But they agree 100%. “He’s right kiddo, you’re never going to lose us. And you are a good streamer, but in order to be that good streamer you have to take care of yourself.” Philza chimes in. “Phil is also right. Do you know how hard chat bullies me when I don’t take care of myself? Really hard. Our fans love us and they want what is best for us. Taking care of yourself is a must kid.” Techno jumps in. “What they said” Wilbur deadpans causing everyone to break into laughter. “What? It’s true! You all said everything I was going to say! Stop laughing at me!” He whines, causing you to laugh harder. “Thank you boys. I feel a lot better… I’m going to go to sleep now… For real this time. Thank you. I love you.” “We love you too” they all chime back. “Goodnight” “Goodnight” and then you disconnect from the call. Sitting in your chair for a moment, allowing you to collect yourself before standing from the chair and wandering over to your bed and collapsing, your eyes closing and body shutting down into sleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. You were really lucky to have such amazing friends… Goodnight reader. Goodnight.

[cilldaracailin]

Don’t Stop Me Now

Hello my lovelys :). I am back with another part to this story. Don’t all come at me ok? It was all Taron and his idea! Thank again for all the love and comments!

7

“Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.”

It had been a longer goodnight with Elton and David then Taron had wanted and his friends had kept them talking before Taron made his excuses and guided Robyn into the kitchen where he made her two slices of toast and filled a glass with water for her.

“Eat Robyn.” He insisted as he lifted the triangle slice of toast to her mouth. He grinned when she took a bite from the corner, taking the toast from his hand. “And drink.” He picked up the glass for her.

“Jesus you are worse than my mother.” She complained in-between chewing the toast and taking the glass from him. “And you need to introduce Kerrygold to Elton.”

Taron smiled as he took a seat at the table next to her with his own slice of buttered toast. “I will talk to him about getting some Irish butter into his fridge. So, you feeling better?”

“Right as rein.” She smiled, her grin growing as Taron’s eyebrows creased. “Much better. Thank you for my toast and water.”

“God it makes it sound like a scene from Oliver when you say it like that.”

She laughed with him. “Thank you for understanding about my case Taron. It might seem trivial but there are things in it I would like to have. Probably not the Robyn you are used to. Needing girly things.”

Taron opened his bow tie at the back and pulled it off. “I have noticed that you are a woman Robyn.”

“So, I have heard, a lot.” She answered. “Stella? And a certain V-neck top?”

“Shut up.” He threw his bow tie her way. “I have routed through your bathroom. I have seen things. I know how easy going you are and how you don’t need the so-called finer things in life apart from your air con and amazing shower but I know there is a girly girl in there somewhere. I have definitely seen her tonight.”

“I’ve been fancy fancy?” She questioned.

“Fancy fancy.”

“Sometimes it is nice to have a little luxury. Anyway, going back to getting my case, I think it makes more sense to get it now rather than wasting time we have tomorrow together.”

“True.” Agreed Taron as he took of the cummerbund from around his waist.

“Are you treating me to a show Egerton? Because, honestly, I will not object!” She asked grinning as he opened the top four buttons of his shirt, enjoying how Taron chuckled, taking his time as he opened the fourth gold button.

“I know I have to get dressed up but I bloody hate these things. I am glad to take some of the extra parts off. At least you have looked comfortable in your dress all evening.”

“It is actually quite comfortable to wear and I love it very very much. I might not take it off.”

“I am very much ok with that decision.” Agreed Taron as he finished off the last of his slice of toast. “It is one of my favourite looks of yours.”

To distract herself, Robyn used the silence, to take her hoop ear rings out, leaving them beside Taron’s gold cummerbund. “Maybe I will find another excuse to wear it someday.” She quietly said, looking at him from under her eyelashes.

Taron got off his chair and moved closer to her. He found himself biting his lip as she looked up to him and dipping his head, kissed her forehead. “I think this dress has been perfect and beautiful but I want to see that green one.”

Robyn laughed as he slipped his arm around her shoulders. “I have a green t-shirt I can wear instead tonight. So, lets go and get my case.”

“Ugh such a one-track mind.”

“Says the man who keeps talking about my V-neck shape dress.”

“A red-blooded man Robyn and this is where I mention the boundaries!” He added grinning, stepping back as she went to swot at him. “We have crossed many.” He stepped over to her again and kissed her head. “Right if we are going to get back here at some sort of a decent time, we should leave very soon. It’s already after twelve.”

“Yeah you are probably right.”

Taron took a step back. “Did you just tell me I was right? Robyn Quinn admitted someone else was right?”

“Ok we don’t need to linger on that.” She smiled. “We should head to the hotel.” Robyn stood up and started to walk away from Taron but he grabbed her hand and twirled her into him for a hug.

“I like this change in roles this weekend. I like looking after you. You need someone to look after you.”

“I have cwtch.”

“You need someone who is not stuffed and glittery and steals my corner.” Taron enjoyed the sound of her laughter and she may have laughed at his words but he believed in what he said. “Right my love, lets go. Elton told me he would ask Anthony to wait outside for us.”

The blacked-out car was waiting outside of the gates to Elton’s home and Taron opened the door for Robyn to let her in, while he walked around to take the seat behind the driver.

“It won’t take an hour Taron. Traffic will be light. Probably about forty minutes.” Explained Anthony from the front of the car as his passengers got comfortable in the back. Taron moved the arm rest that held the refreshments up so they could sit right beside each other in the back seat.

“That’s perfect Anthony.”

“Thank you so much for driving us.” Added Robyn.

“Always willing to help out any friend of Taron’s.”

As the car started to makes its journey to Holborn, Taron had thrown his arm around Robyn’s shoulders and she had nestled into him as he sat slightly sideways allowing Robyn to lean into him, her head just at his chin as she rested on his shoulder. They were only in the car for five minutes before Robyn was dozing against him, wearing his suit jacket, which she hadn’t taken off her yet, still feeling the chill from the very late-night air. Taron was happy to let Robyn lay against him as she slept, knowing she had been up very early and had a long three days at work.

“Will I turn the heat up?” Anthony asked as he looked in his rear-view mirror to see his female passenger asleep.

“No thank you Anthony. It’s perfect in here. Thank you very much.”

“Happy to help Taron.”

Although he had felt how cold Robyn had been while they stood outside on the balcony, now as she used his body as pillow, he could feel that she had finally warmed up, his jacket helping to keep her warm. He wrapped his right arm around her protectively, his hand slipping under his jacket, so he could lay it flat across her left waist, her arm resting just above his on her ribs. Robyn sat against him with her legs crossed and once again his eyes followed the skin of her exposed left leg, mentally reminding himself to thank Stella once again for helping him with the choice for dress they had picked for Robyn. Taron had seen Robyn in shorts and t-shirts and even in a towel but it was nothing compared to the outfit she now wore. Shaking his head a little, trying to rid himself of the thoughts running through his mind, reminding himself that they were friends, his eyes wandered from her legs up past the diamond belt that snuggly outlined her fabulous figure before he quickly darted his eyes over the top of the dress, the V-neck slightly deeper with the way she was laying against him. He was glad Robyn was asleep because she would definitely have felt how his heart started to race as she lay comfortably against him.

“Jesus Taron, stop it.” He scolded himself but he couldn’t help but gaze down again, his eyes closing as he took a deep calming breathe. The butterflies hadn’t left his stomach since had seen Robyn walk towards him and they were causing mayhem as were his emotions. He had to pinch himself a few times when he looked at her and remembered she had made every effort in every area possible to get to him, to be there for him and support him as he faced his first public appearance and she had made some effort. He realised it when he walked back with their drinks as she stood talking to Elton and David and she was laughing, joking and smiling, looking very much like she belonged with everyone around her. Her whole face lit up and Taron felt blessed to have such a wonderful woman and best friend in his life.

Opening his eyes, he took one more look down and sighed. “I love you.” He whispered into her hair and closing his eyes again, rested his cheek on her head. If Robyn could take a quick nap, he was going to take advantage of her warmth and have a quick snooze too.

He dozed in and out of sleep and gently shook Robyn awake when they had stopped outside the hotel she had got ready in.

“Come on sleepy head. This was your idea.”

Robyn stretched a little and opened her eyes. “I wasn’t asleep. I was just resting my eyes.”

“Hmm sure you were. Out for the count chicken.” He felt a little chill when she moved from his chest.

“Resting my eyes.” She repeated as she rolled her neck a little. “Or maybe catching a quick nap. You know you make a good pillow.” She said as Anthony opened the back door for them, the cold air rushing in, making them both shiver.

Robyn took Anthony’s hand as he helped her from the car, Taron shuffling out afterwards, standing close beside Robyn as they stood outside the front of the Premier Inn in Holborn.

“We will be as quick as we can.” Taron said as he closed the door of the car.

“Take you time. I will wait here for you both.”

“Right chicken, lead the way.”

Taron let Robyn take the lead, but he pulled open the door for her so she could enter the warmth of the hotel first.

“Good evening.” Robyn said to the man at the reception desk as he watched with interest as the two walked into the reception dressed extremely well.

“Good night.” The man called back.

Taron stood beside Robyn as they stood in front of the lift and she pushed the call button. “What do you think he is thinking?” He whispered to her.

“Honestly?” Robyn asked, watching as Taron nodded. “That you are getting some.”

Loud laughter filled the quiet reception as Taron couldn’t hold his chuckles in, his shoulders shaking, his hands going to his eyes. “Robyn, seriously?”

“Well you asked me what he was thinking and with the way we are dressed? That is definitely what he is thinking.”

“Do you trust me?” Asked Taron as he stood right up against her.

“Always.”

“Good.” Taron slipped his arm in behind his jacket that still kept Robyn’s shoulders warm and pulled her right into him in one fluid motion and bent his head to kiss her cheek before he dipped his head lower and kissed the side of her neck, Robyn moving her head a little giving him better access to her skin. His lips were soft and gentle and his stubble tickled her in all the right places.

The lifted dinged and the doors opened, making Taron lift his head but kept his arm tight around her waist and he walked her into the lift. He knew without a doubt that they were being watched very closely so once they turned around to face the open door, Taron placed his left hand on Robyn’s right cheek and without a second thought placed a kiss on her lips as the doors of the lift closed tight.

Once it was just them alone, Taron immediately moved away from her with his hands held up in front of him. “Don’t hit me.” He had expected to see that disapproving look on Robyn’s face but instead her lips bore a smirk.

“You, Taron Egerton, are very naughty and going to be in a shit load of trouble if he recognised you and I would never hit you. I might playfully slap you but never hit you.”

“So, am I getting some?” He asked laughing.

“I think you got enough. If you have left scratches on my neck, you are dead.”

Taron closed the gap between then and lifted her chin with two fingers of his left hand and ran the fingers of his right hand lightly across the skin of her neck he had just kissed. “Nothing.”

“You sure?”

“I promise. I am sorry for jumping right in there without warning and for the kisses.”

“I accept your apology but we will be having no more of that behaviour. Remember there are consequences for unwanted behaviour.”

“Do kisses count as unwanted behaviour?” He asked her as the lift stopped on the fifth floor.

Robyn didn’t answer him but walked out of the lift and made her way to her hotel room, routing for the key from her bag as she walked. When Taron asked her if she trusted him of course her answer was going to be yes without a doubt but she had no idea he was going to assault her neck with an influx of indulgent kisses that made her stomach drop, her heart race, her cheeks flush and the spark flare so hard she needed a fire hose to extinguish it. Taron had held her so tight against him and while his grip on her waist was firm, his kisses were smooth and gentle and Robyn nearly rolled her eyes with the tickly sensation that his facial hair left as his lips trailed her skin, even moving her head to give him more access to her neck. The kiss on her lips was not new but unexpected and more so than the affection, was the way Taron had pulled back immediately to make sure she wasn’t ready to absolutely murder him for taking such a risk with her. It was a respect Taron had for her that she valued above everything else and although he was had taken a huge gamble with his actions, his immediate reaction once the doors of the lift closed, made her love him even more and understand that he absolutely respected her just as much. However, her neck still burned delightfully where his lips had just been and it was spreading quickly down her body.

Taron had to hold his hand out to stop the doors of the lift from closing on him as he was stood frozen when Robyn walked away from him and didn’t answer his question. Stepping out into the corridor, Taron was a few meters behind her and he walked slowly along the carpeted floor his thoughts in a complete jumble. He thought he had worked through these emotions and pushed them aside but they were quickly resurfacing and starting to bubble over. He was sure he was in for a serious tongue lashing from his friend but instead she had chuckled at him and made a joke about the whole thing. He had taken a gigantic leap into a serious danger zone but when Robyn moved her head to give him more access to her neck, he ran with his choice and added extra kisses, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. He was so thankful she hadn’t been angry at him but somewhat enjoyed his playfulness, ready to tease him about his actions. It made his heart soar that she absolutely trusted him but as he looked down to the purple carpet, he sighed. He was in serious trouble and getting deeper and deeper into a hole he was sure very soon he would not be able to dig himself out of. He thought back to the promise they had made to each other in Robyn’s kitchen where they would always be friends but the more time he physically spent with her, the more he was wondering if the risk of more than friends would be so bad.

“Earth to Taron?” He looked up at the sound of her voice. “You overthinking things?”

“No.”

“And try to sound more convincing.” Robyn stepped over and wrapped her arms around his waist, Taron’s going over her shoulders. “You know I am not upset with you right?”

“I know.”

“I really am not.”

“I know Robyn.” He hugged her close.

“It was very mischievous and I appreciated the need for a good show every now and again and it is good to practise your acting skills.”

Taron laughed. “My acting skills?”

“Sure.” She moved her hands from him. “I mean you haven’t worked in a while; you might have forgotten somethings.”

“Like how to act.”

“Yep so it’s good to get some practise in before next weekend.” Taron shook his head at her but found himself smiling. “And there it is.”

“There what is?”

“That smile.” Robyn held up her key. “Ready to enter the mess?”

“Sure.”

Robyn held the key up against the door handle and waited for the lock to open before she pushed the handle down and opened the door. Setting the key into the slot for the electricity, Robyn moved back and let Taron into the room.

“Wow Robyn.” He said as walked into her hotel room. “I don’t think we can be friends any more.”

“Can I defend myself first? You have seen my Florida case and my closet, so you know I can be messy” She asked as Taron picked up her blue dressing gown and moved it out of the way so he could sit down on the end of the bed. “I literally had just over an hour to get ready to come and meet you. Stuff got left in places.”

“Stuff?” Asked Taron as he held up her bra by the strap that was lying beside him.

Robyn casually pulled it from him along with her dressing gown. “Yeah stuff.”

Taron pulled a garment of clothing from under him and her laughed. “Seriously? You brought my shirt with you? Are you giving it back to me?”

Robyn turned and looked to him, reaching over to pull the Hawaiian patterned flower shirt from his hands. “Absolutely not. This was my payment for your snooping.”

“Then why do you have it with you?”

“I was wearing it.”

“Wearing it?”

“Yes, wearing it. I wore it to the training this morning because I felt a bit sad that I wasn’t going to get to see you. It was before Emma got me here.”

“You actually wear this?” He asked.

“Sure. I have worn it to work too. It’s a good shirt and you are not getting it back. It’s mine.” Robyn folded it carefully and placed it in her case.

“Did you bring cwtch?” He asked as she sat on the chair opposite him, taking his jacket off and throwing it his way. He caught it and draped it over his legs.

“Cwtch doesn’t have a passport or like airplanes.” She reminded him as she put her little star stud ear rings back in.

“Oh yeah I forgot about that.”

“You missing your sleep buddy?” Robyn asked as she put all her make-up and brushes that she had left strewn over the desk back into her make-up bag.

“Maybe.”

“He is house sitting for me.”

“He’s a good blue dinosaur.”

“Yes, he is.” Robyn opened the buckles on her shoes and sighed as she pulled them off. She threw them into her case which was open on the floor. “It won’t take me long Taron.”

“Take your time.” He answered watching as Robyn stood up and lifting the skirt of her dress so she wouldn’t trip, walked into the bathroom. He pulled out his phone out to look through photos he had taken during the night, smiling at the silly faces they had pulled together for many selfies, enjoying the full length one someone had taken of them. They made him smile and he thought back to when they stood together in front of her mirror in her bathroom. He had made a joke about walking the red carpet together that night but Robyn had always given him a firm no as an answer. He was flabbergasted at even with all her protesting, how easily it came to her, being in his world. Still smiling he slipped his phone back into trousers pocket.

Robyn collected her few toiletries from beside the sink, putting them in her wash bag double checking her reflection in the large mirror, smiling a little that she was still quite well put together and her lipstick had lasted the night through with only two extra applications when Taron wasn’t looking. She quickly ran her index finger under her eyes, to wipe some of the eyeliner that has spread the wrong way. She let her finger run down to her neck and stretched a little, checking in the mirror to see for herself if Taron’s sudden kisses had left a mark. They hadn’t left a visible one but his lips on her skin had left her with something else fizzing inside. After another glance in the mirror and with her skirt gathered in one hand, she strolled back into the bedroom, Taron still sitting on the bed patiently. Robyn quickly collected the rest of her things and dropped them in her case. She then sat on the bed beside Taron and pulled on her blue converse.

“I think this is my favourite look of yours yet.”

“What?” She asked.

“Converse and a fancy fancy dress. Only you can get away with that combination.”

She smiled. “And I am ready to go.”

“And you were quick.”

“I am getting good at the fast packing thing. I am hoping that someday I will actually get to enjoy packing a case.”

“You sure you have everything?” He asked. “Did you do a double sweep?”

“Nah I have everything.”

“‘Cos we are not coming back here.”

“Anthony would drive me back if I asked him.

Taron grinned. “I know but I will actually be putting my foot down. We are not making this journey again so please check you have everything.”

Robyn stood up and lifting her dress again, made a show of opening every drawer and noisily put the toilet seat up and down in the bathroom and turning the water on and off while washing her hands. “Nope all clear.” She said grinning walking back out to him and sat beside him. “Have everything.”

“You are one of a kind Robyn Quinn.” Taron stood up and gave his jacket to her. “Please put it on. You will freeze outside and you packed away my shirt that you were wearing. Didn’t you bring a jacket or a jumper?”

“I am sure I have a jumper in the bag somewhere but who knows what I threw in last minute.”

“Well take this.” Taron held it out for her to put her arms through. “I don’t want you to get cold or sick.” Without questioning him Robyn stood beside him and put his suit jacket back on. “It goes well with your dress, matches and everything.” Taron took some steps away from her and picked up her suitcase, lifting the handle so it was ready to be wheeled. “No smart comments about wheeling it yourself either. I know you can do it by yourself but I have it.”

“I am saying nothing.” Robyn headed to the door, opened it and pulled out the card key, letting Taron out first. “We are going to have to pull out some of the same chemistry once we are back in reception Taron. We have literally been ten minutes in that room.” She said as they walked to the lift. “That guy will be wondering what the hell is going on or something else entirely.” She pushed the button for the lift.

“You could let your hair down a little, mess it up a bit.”

Robyn chuckled and stepped into the lift. “You could pull your shirt out from your trousers, open another button or two.”

“Or I could attack you with more kisses.” He suggested as he pushed the button for the ground floor again, leaning towards her.

“I think there has been enough of that.” Robyn laughing as she moved out of his reach and stepped into the lift, waiting for Taron to follow her and once he had, she pressed the G button on the key pad. “I really hope he doesn’t know who you are Taron. He figures it out and says something, we are screwed.”

“How about I just hold your hand then. Like you said we were only about ten minutes and we look pretty put together still.”

“Well that is true. We don’t look like we have been too naughty and bad.” He laughed.

The doors opened and they walked out of the lift together, Taron using his right hand to pull Robyn’s case behind him, his left slipping into her right. Heading for the reception, Robyn placed the card key on the counter. “Checking out.” She said. “Thanks so much.”

The man at reception gave her a sideways look but took the key. “Sure, no problem. Have a nice night.”

“Thanks, you too.”

Taron said nothing but kept a grip on her hand and only let go so he could open the door to let Robyn out first. Anthony greeted them at the door of the hotel and took the case from Taron.

“Thanks Anthony.” He said as he opened the door of the car for Robyn.

“I could get use to this star-studded treatment.” She grinned, pulling the material of her dress in so it wouldn’t get caught in the car door, Taron closing it with a grin once she was settled. He stepped around the back of the car, thanking Anthony again and got in the other side of the car.

“I was brought up with manners and I will use them around a beautiful lady.” He replied to her comment before he had closed the door.

Anthony was back in the car and had pulled away from the curb within seconds.

“Another quick trip back Taron.”

“Sure Anthony. Thanks again for doing this for us.”

“Like I said, anytime.”

Taron turned to Robyn. “Ready for another nap?” He asked.

“I am actually pretty awake.” She answered. “The packing has given me a little more energy.”

“Well can I request a cuddle then?”

“I will always agree to a cuddle.”

Taking up position, Taron tucked her into her chest and Robyn automatically placed her hand on his chest over her heart. “Still beating.”

“Still beating.” He repeated.

A long heavy sigh left his body and Robyn felt it. “You ok Taron? You’ve been pretty quiet since we arrived at the hotel.”

“I am good Robyn. A lot of excitement today and I think I have finally hit a low energy slump.”

“You sure? You have been a ball of energy all evening.”

“Like I said, low energy slump.”

“You know I can tell if you are lying to me.”

Taron laughed a little. “I know chicken.” He gave her a squeeze. “I definitely know that but I am perfect. This evening had been everything and more for me. Thank you for coming.”

Robyn smiled into his shirt. “You are very welcome. Thank you for inviting me.”

“It was actually Elton who invited you.” He corrected.

“Hmm.” She answered him. “Sure it was.” Closing her eyes, she snuggled a little more into him. Taron had always been so wonderfully comfortable and she loved hearing his heart beat in his chest. It was a truly beautiful sound to her. She felt him place his hand on hers over his heart and another long breathe filled his lungs. As much as Taron had enjoyed the evening, so had Robyn. His world hadn’t been as scary and daunting as she thought it was going to be and with Taron keeping ever so close to her, it made it ever so easy to engage with all of his friends and acquaintances. There was one little problem she found herself facing though.

Her skin was still on fire from his kisses and where before his hand in hers just felt warm and comforting, now it tingled and sparked with electricity.

[madelainesvixens]

Can you do 40 and 41 for joavin please.

To make up for the tragic and heartbreaking episode that was 3x06, here’s some Joavin prompt, xx 

Please continue to sent requests from this list of prompt!

40.‘‘You did what you had to do.’’

41. ‘‘I love you.’‘

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Kevin had drunk a lot of Cristal during Veronica’s inner-circle birthday sleepover. Like…a lot.

Beside a beer or two during parties or a cocktail at the Pembrooke on Fridays, Kevin wasn’t a big drinker. Although he loved the buzz the alcohol gave him, he didn’t need to drink to have fun. He’d much rather snap videos of his drunk friends making fools of themselves on the dancefloor or singing badly - and very off-beat. Kevin had several of Betty and Veronica from Cheryl’s summer party. What an eventful night!

He was often - always - the designated driver, therefore, he had to stay sober and make sure everyone gets home safe.

Tonight was different. Tonight was a sleepover which meant Kevin won’t have to take his truck until the next day. In other words, the alcohol could flow. It flowed so much he lost count after Veronica poured him a third re-filled.

“Has Archie planned anything for your birthday?” Kevin asked, sipping his umpteenth glass of champagne. They had gone through two bottle of Cristal and Veronica was about to pop the third. Crazy, considering its high price but, Hiram couldn’t say no to his adored daughter. After all, it was her seventeenth birthday.

“I like to think he did although he hasn’t said a word.” Veronica turned to Betty. “Did he tell you anything?”

“My lips are sealed,” Betty replied, miming a zipped lip.

Veronica squealed. “Oh my god! He did! He planned something. Can you give me a hint?”

“I promised Arch I wouldn’t tell you anything. Sorry, V.”

The birthday girl huffed, a pout on her berry colored lips. “And you call yourself my best friend…”

Knowing Hiram had rented a whole venue to celebrate her Sweet Sixteen, Archie had to step up his game. Unlike with Betty, burgers at Pop’s weren’t an option. He had to go big for Veronica Lodge.

Betty rolled her eyes, grabbing the bottle and pouring the last drop of Cristal in her glass. “I had a dirty dream about Jughead last night. I was wearing a dark lingerie and…a wig. You know, the black one. I’ll spare you the details but, a whip was included.”

Kevin and Veronica sat in shock and turned to their blonde friend.

“Betty Cooper!” Veronica gasped. She didn’t know her best friend was into…that. They all perceived her as the innocent one due to her pastel colored closet but, little did they know, she was the less innocent soul of the group. And Jughead didn’t have to corrupt her.

Betty shrugged her shoulders and grinned. “It’s just a dream. We haven’t done anything of that sort.” She took a sip of her drink. “Yet,” she added, hiding behind her glass.

A wave of warmth washed trough Kevin’s body and he suddenly felt dizzy. The champagne was starting to get to his head and he knew he had to lay down. So, he did.

Laying on his back on the white carpet, he stared at Veronica’s ceiling, noticing how the lilac paint was perfect. Even the wallpaper was glued to perfection. Guess that’s what you get when you pay professionals to do your home decor.

The girls continued chatting about their boyfriends while Kevin zoned out.

“Talking about hot males, how are thing between you and Joaquin? Have you rekindled?” Veronica said, pulling Kevin out of his bubble.

“Eh, not really. I texted him but, he didn’t text back.”

“Try again, maybe he didn’t get your message? The signal is horrible on Southside,” Betty encouraged.

Kevin scoffed. “It’s unnecessary. He has already replaced me…”

The sadness in Kevin’s voice tugged at the girls’s hearts. They genuinely thought Joaquin was it for Kevin but, a silly misunderstanding made everything crumble and now the brunet was brokenhearted.

Betty pursed her lips in a thin line, feeling helpless while Veronica concocted a cocktail to cheer him up. While alcohol was only a temporary fix, it would make Kevin forget about his sorrows for a few hours.

“Here. Drink this.”

Kevin sat up, eyeing the drink suspiciously. “Is this vodka?” Veronica grinned, pushing the glass in the brunet’s direction but he shook his head. “I’ll pass. Last time I mixed champagne and vodka I threw up my insides on the carpet and died for two days.”

Two cocktail of happiness later, Kevin had completely forgotten about Joaquin and their breakup and was dancing with the girls to some Beyoncé. Veronica’s bedroom wasn’t dancefloor appropriate, it was safer than going clubbing illegally downtown. And, they had full control of the playlists. Dancing evolved to karaoke and Hiram’s ears were probably bleeding in his study. Sorry, Daddy.

“-must confess I still believe,”

“Still believe,” Betty and Kevin echoed.

“When I’m not with you I lose my mind. Give me a siiiiign. Hit me baby one more time. I must confess, that my loneliness is killing me noooow. Don’t you know I still believe. That you will be here. And give me a siiiiign. Hit me baby one more time.” Veronica posed, hitting the last note.

After karaoke, everyone clocked out.  

Well, everyone except Kevin.

Unlike the Betty and Veronica, the alcohol hadn’t put him to sleep yet. On the contrary, he was wide awake, browsing on social media via his phone.

The effects of alcohol were starting to reverse and his thoughts returned to his ex-boyfriend when he fell on a cute picture of Troye Sivan and Jacob Bixenman on Instagram. He started thinking about the night it ended. How his nosey ass got him to assume Joaquin had cheated on him with a certain Bianca. Kevin had called him all kinds of nasty names and ended their relationship without letting Joaquin explain. Well, Joaquin did explain himself but Kevin didn’t listen. He left the trailer with one last 'fuck you’ and slammed the door.

Then, he thought about all the good memories they had together. Those late night watching old classics on Kevin’s laptop in the darkness of the trailer. Secret makeout sessions at the back of the Bijou during Kevin’s breaks. All their casual dates at Pop’s.

That’s when it hit him how much he missed Joaquin. He missed his arms around him, tanned skin tattered with black ink. He missed his woody scent. He missed his soothing, calming voice. He missed his kisses, soft lips over his. He missed everything about the raven haired Serpent and it was his fault they’re not together anymore.

Without realizing what he was doing, he picked up his phone, scrolled down his contact list and pressed dial. It rang two times before someone answered.

“Preppy? It’s…one in the morning. What is it?” a sleepy Joaquin answered.

Kevin furrowed his eyebrows. “Is it really? I…I needed to hear your voice.”

“Oh. Eh, okay?” Joaquin furrowed his eyebrows, a bit perplex.

There was a long pause until Kevin’s voice filled the phone again. “I miss you, Joaquin. I miss you and I love you and I’m sorry for going through your phone. I’m such a nosey bitch. I know you’re not a liar, I should’ve believed you when you said you didn’t know this girl and that she was Sweet Pea’s bootycall and not yours and-”

Joaquin cut off Kevin’s ramble. “Wow, wow. Slow down,” he coaxed, having trouble catching half the words. He just woke up, his brain was still slow.  

“I don’t want us to be apart anymore. It’s so lonely without you, I…” Emotions got the best of him and Kevin felt his eyes prickle with tears. He tried blinking them away but failed.“Fuck.”

“Kevin. You okay?” Joaquin asked worriedly. He sounded out of character and the Serpent had a feeling some alcohol was involved. “Do you need me to come to you?”

He wanted to scream 'yes’ but he wasn’t at home; he couldn’t invite him over.

“No. I’m at Veronica’s.”

“Oh. I see.”

“I wish you were here, holding me.”

Joaquin closed his eyes, feeling a sting in his chest. Me too, he wanted to say but he had a feeling drunk Kevin wouldn’t be able to handle it. Because, that’s what he was, right? He was drunk. Sober Kevin would’ve never called him in the middle of the night to ramble and messily apologize.

“But, it’s never gonna happen because I fucked everything up,” Kevin slurred right before he started crying.

“Hey, hey,” Joaquin said softly. “Shh, stop crying. I’m not mad at you. You did what you had to do. You’ve been toyed with so many times, I understand your thoughts went there. You were looking out for yourself.”

Hearing Kevin cry like this and not being able to comfort him was difficult for Joaquin. If he hadn’t been at Veronica’s, he would’ve drove over and pulled him into his arms until his tears stopped. 

After a minute of sweet taking from Joaquin, the tears were still running down Kevin’s cheeks but he wasn’t ugly sobbing. The alcohol was to blame for this random crying session and Kevin was going to be embarrassed in the morning. He hated crying with a public.  

“You should go to sleep,” Joaquin suggested. If Kevin was drunk enough to be an emotional mess, he was certainly going to be hungover the next day. “We can talk about this when your mind is clear.”

Kevin hummed, feeling his eyelids become heavy. 

“And…maybe we could watch a movie after? If you want. No pressure.”

“Like we used to?” Kevin murmured, 

“Like we used to,” the Serpent confirmed, knowing it was one of Kevin’s favorite thing to do together.

“Night, Joaquin. I love you.”

Kevin hung up and fell asleep almost immediately, his phone still in his hand. 

“Goodnight, Preppy. I love you too,” Joaquin said although the line went dead.

[captainvictoryboat]

Behind The Scenes 3 (8/???)

Author’s note: In terms of my writing, I’m am almost done with BTS 3. Once i get all the editing out of the way, I will be posting my scenes more regularly! But for now, i will continue to post rather randomly. Sorry for any errors. Sorry for any cultural/environmental inaccuracies.

Genre: Angst/ Drama (Jhope/ V)

Word count: 1785

City: Tokyo, Japan (Both days)

Summary: Y/n makes a promise to herself while V learns finally find out a bit of what’s going on inside Rap monster’s head.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

TOKYO

Your first day in Tokyo was not so great. The entire day felt as if you were made of tears and all you could do was cry at any chance that you were out of the boys’ sights. It wasn’t because you were tired from the schedule or the time change, but over the fact the monster “got rid” of Meihui. You had just gotten to know her and now she was gone. It hurt you to see how Jhope was different around her. He spent every second with her and was so cute with her, but almost every word out of his mouth was a lie. All he ever said were empty promises. “The rest of the tour is going to be long, but it’s going to be fun!” “You can spend two weeks with us in Seoul and I’ll make sure to video chat you any chance I get when you come back to Taipei.” “Don’t worry I’ll come back to Taipei and visit you.”

Meihui was just so innocent. She would blush whenever Jhope so much as looked at her. Whenever he showered her with compliments she would get so embarrassed that she would dig her face in his chest, only making him compliment her more.

You were stuck in an endless thought cycle the entire time you were alone in backstage. “Are his drugs really that important? If he so easily lied to Meihui, what makes things different with me? What if he has always been telling me things that I want to hear? Maybe I’m not his friend… Maybe I’m someone he is just helping Namjoon deal with. This could all be one big scheme!”

TOKYO DAY 2

Like the night before, you spent your time alone backstage crying over Jhope and Meihui.Once the show was close to an end you took the time to calm down and used the guys’ makeup to redo your face. When the guys came in, you kept a straight face the whole time and barely spoke.

As you were all about to leave, Rap monster announced that he and V were off to a deal. They were going to leave with Minho in one van and the rest of you would leave with Hiro back to the hotel. You saw Rap monster and V take the little green pills Jhope showed you back in Beijing and then they were off.

Without Rap monster around, you all had the opportunity to sit how you wished and this time you sat in in the back, taking the window seat before Jungkook could. Both Jimin and Jungkook sensed something off with you, but were too tired to bring it up, so all they did was sit next to you.

Suga looked back at you as he climbed onto the van. He was a bit confused that you didn’t sit next to him.

As usual, Jhope was the only member pumped up and was the only one that actually said anything. “Y/n! What are you doing back there?!? Come here with us! We never see you!” He whined.

While you were alone backstage, you had made up your mind to protect yourself. In doing so, you promised to not let yourself get any closer to Jhope. When he called out to you, you didn’t say anything, you just ignored him.

“Awww is y/n tired?” He asked with aegyo. “C’mon y/n smile! Don’t be so mopey!”

You only stared back at him, still no words coming out of you. Your silence got the attention of the two maknaes sitting next to you and they exchanged looks, practically communicating telepathically.

Jhope still wasn’t getting the hint. He reached over to try and playfully poked you try and cheer you up.

You slapped his hands away immediately. He barely even touched you, but you glared at him to back off.

Suga turned around, curious about your unusual behavior. “What’s wrong?”

You glared at him too. You remembered that he was doing the exact same thing to Aiko as Jhope did to Meihui and it just hurt you even more. “Nothing.” You growled.

“Tell me what’s wrong y/n!” Jhope begged. “Maybe I can help you feel better!” The innocent optimism in his voice made you feel a bit guilty for giving him the silent treatment, but not enough to actually talk to him.

“Just leave her alone.” Suga advised. “She’s tired like the rest of us.”

Jhope pouted even more, but turned around and sat down.

Jimin nudged you. “What’s wrong?” he whispered.

‘I’ll tell you later.” You mumbled.

-

Back at the hotel, Jimin questioned you again.

“Eh, just forget about it. It’s nothing.” You told him.

“It seems like alot more than just nothing.”

“Like I said, it’s nothing… I’m sleepy now so goodnight.” You said ending the conversation.

Jungkook was already laying in your bed. You could feel him staring at you as you made your way under the sheet that separated the two of you.

“Are you sure it’s nothing?” He whispered.

“Yup! Goodnight!”

MEANWHILE: V POV

It was now 2am and V, Rap monster and the rest of Rap monster’s sad excuse of henchmen were done with the drug deal.

V didn’t exactly know how to categorize how this deal went. It didn’t go well, but it didn’t go horribly. The deal didn’t last as long as expected and no guns or knives were pulled out, not even a single fist thrown. He and Rap monster’s other back up guys just stood around as Rap monster and an old Japanese dude in a fancy suit talked for a few hours. That’s what he like about the meeting with the old-school yakuza, all the deals seemed to have a business-like vibe to them. However, like every past old-school yakuza meeting, Rap monster didn’t get his way. Rap monster just wasn’t able to convince the head honcho to take any drugs. Like the previous year, the guy’s mentality was to keep drugs out of Japan. He was willing to join forces and distribute shit to other countries, but Rap monster turned him down. If Rap monster went that route, there was no profit for him. Now that the deal was over, he could see the death stare Rap monster was giving the old guy. If Rap monster had a better gang in Japan, maybe he would have actually started a fight, but he knew better that to do something so stupid.

Rap monster was definitely not happy about the deal though. He punched the van’s side mirror clean off. “Those old fucks need to update their way of thinking! They are sitting on a gold mine of possibilities!” Rap Monster grabbed his hand now feeling some pain. “Ah fuck!” he grunted.

“I’ll wrap it up back at the hotel.” Minho said from the passenger’s seat. “…hasn’t completely healed from the gun shot and he goes doing this...” He grumbled under his breath.

Rap monster continued to mumble to himself as he took a seat in the van. “The deal in Fukuoka better go well. This other guy is new generation yakuza, only a few years older than us too. Maybe he’ll see things the way I do.”

“Why don’t you bring Hiro to the next one?” V suggested. “Didn’t you say his uncle was a member and that his uncle was trying to get him in the gang?”

“His uncle was a member, but when they found out Hiro was only half they tried to kill him remember! They offed his whole family, stupid!”

“Well sorry!”

“Those old shit heads don’t know how to use what they got anymore. If I was that old fuck, I would have used Hiro to infiltrate any fucking Korean gang! But no, stupid shit head killed everyone. Stupid bitches couldn’t even kill the right motherfucker! They wasted their time killing everyone else except him!”

V was exhausted and Rap monster’s incessant whining was annoying him already. “Well then why did you even make him the manager? He didn’t even let you do shit in the beginning either!”

Rap monster turned around and glared at him. “I needed the heads up on what was out there and we got a ton of valuable shit out of him.” he growled shutting V up.

The three of them were quiet most of the way back. V was about to doze off when he heard Rap monster calling out to him. “Tae?”

“Yeah?” He rubbed his eyes to try and keep them open a bit longer.

“You’ve been keeping an eye on Jungkook and y/n right?”

“Yeah.” He huffed putting his hands to his temples. He was just so tired and didn’t want to talk anymore.

“How are they together?”

“Um, they are good I guess. *yawn* They come off as more legit now.”

“What about when they aren’t in public?”

“My gosh! He isn’t gonna stop with the questions!” He thought. “Um, they seem to have gotten closer, more friendly I guess.” He said. Finally he could feel himself waking up again.

“Ok.”

“All those questions for an “ok”!” V thought. He snapped and couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth. “You know what? I don’t get the fucking point of them making them date! For Jungkook, being in a relationship isn’t some fucking punishment! Sure, he can’t go fucking around, but he’s gonna do it again eventually! And all that cute shit isn’t even making y/n uncomfortable anymore. What’s probably gonna happen is they are just going to fuck again, possibly even start liking each other!”

“I know.”

“You know?!? So, what’s the whole fucking point then?!?” He couldn’t stop himself from raising his voice.

“Love.”

There he went again with the stupid one word answers. V hated when Rap monster did that. Rap monster always did it as a way of belittling him to make himself feel even more superior. But as always, that tactic worked and V just couldn’t help but try to figure out what was going on in his head. “Love?!? No one here believe in stupid love! Especially not you or Jungkook!”

“Jungkook used to… until I took it away.” Rap monster said calmly.

“Exactly my fucking point! What the fuck does love have to do with anything?!? Are you trying to make up for the shit you did? Cuz like I said that-is-not-a-pun-ish-ment!” He emphasized. “I’ve been thinking about this whole scheme and I can’t get your angle on this. You know what? Maybe you didn’t think this through Namjoon.”

Rap monster let out a long sigh, as if frustrated by V’s “stupidity”. “I’m not making up for anything. I’m going to take his love away again.”

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Tears

Pairing: Taekook/Vkook Main Characters: Taehyung, Jungkook Rating: – About: Fluff, Romance, Smut Author’s Comments: This story has triggering topics such as homosexual-related and gay love. If you are not comfortable with triggering topics, please kindly click away.

The sneaky giggles of the two boys filled the hallway as they walked towards their shared room, their laughs fading as they enter their room.

“Yah! Jimin! Now tell me why we chose each other to be room-mates again?” The chestnut-brown-haired boy asked, folding his arms and sitting at the edge of the bed, glancing at Jimin.

“Where’s your manners? Gosh, Taehyung. And it’s the seventh time I’ve told you that I want to do something with you at night.” Jimin replied, rolling his eyes.

Taehyung sensed his impatience, and nodded, lifting up both eyebrows.

He scoffed, his eyes still on Jimin, but his index finger was pointing towards an Xbox. “Like playing Overwatch? Jimin, you can’t even achieve Master Level.”

Jimin tensed, he narrowed his eyes, stomping his right foot. “We’ll see, Taehyung.” And with an unsatisfied ‘hmph’ from the other, Jimin sat down on the floor, picking up his controller. He looked at Taehyung, motioning his head in a way to tell Taehyung to sit down.

Taehyung breathed in deeply, his eyes widening, blinking only when he breathed out. “I’ll actually rather be room-mates with you than Jungkook. He’s scary in Overwatch. At least I can get some sense of victory playing it with you.”

Jimin snorted, giving Taehyung a fist-bump.

Room 2

Jungkook crawled under the blanket of his own bed, appeared to be in a daze. His pulled the blanket slightly, covering half his face, only leaving the nose and eyes uncovered. Beside him, the other members were changing into their pajamas, about to get ready for sleep.

“Goodnight Kookie,” Namjoon says, seeing that the youngest was already in bed. But he did not receive any reply. He saw the blanket move slightly by Jungkook’s legs, and a slight stiffle from him.

Namjoon sighed, getting onto his own bed after deciding to leave Jungkook alone with his thoughts.

It wasn’t long after the other members crawled themselves onto the bed. They turned off the lamps with a ‘click’ by the switch at the side of the night-table. And with that, the whole room was filled with darkness.

Silence filled the atmosphere; everyone was asleep, except the youngest member.

First to get into bed, last to sleep. How funny.

He could hear shouts of victory from the other door and another whining.

“Hah! Told you! I’m the Master of Overwatch!”

“Taehyung-ah, I like your skills.”

“I like you better.”

Jungkook recognized the voice.

It was his favorite hyung, V.

Water began to fill the edges of his eyes before he knew what was going on. His visions were blurred out as the water in his eyes keeps increasing in amount. And soon, a pitifully heavy, sad tear rolled down from his eyes to his cheek, which landed on his neck.

× V-hyung, are you having fun? ×

There were more than a million cycles of thoughts going throigh his mind. Jungkook was confused. He curled up into a ball and let out a silent cry, stifling himself so the others wouldn’t wake up to see this ugly sight of him crying.

Namjoon had his eyes closed, but his ears were still opened. They were active and still listening.

Jungkook let his tears flow to the side of his face while he slept on his right, whispering softly to himself. “V-hyung, do you like Jimin?”

Namjoon breathed out. He opened his eyes. Judging by the shaking body of the curled-up Jungkook, he could tell the boy was trying to keep his cry as silent as possible. He waited a long time for Jungkook to calm down and drift to sleep, his face still sticky with dried tears.

The elder rose up from his bed quietly, picking up his phone that was charging on the night-table. He searched through his messages in the darkness, stopping on a contact named ‘Taehyung 🐺’.

Joonjoon:

Hey, you still awake yet?

Taehyung 🐺:

Do I look dead?

Joonjoon:

Cut it off, Tae. I have something to talk about. You free now?

Taehyung 🐺:

You can come over, hyung. I’m playing Overwatch with Jiminnie-hyung.

Joonjoon:

👌

Room 1

//Knock Knock//

The door opened, with Taehyung smiling happily. “Yah, hyung, what do you want?”

“Taehyung-ah, what I have here isn’t for all ears, you know.”

Taehyung looked towards Jimin, who has apparently heard Namjoon. He took his headphones and proceeded to the hall, leaving Taehyung and Namjoon alone. Taehyung and Namjoon proceeded to sit on the couch, Taehyung putting away his controller that was resting on the seat.

“So…?”

“Taehyung, do you like boys?” Namjoon breathed, cutting straight to the point. He didn’t want to beat around the bush.

Taehyung stared at Namjoon. Why would he ask such a question? He just shrugged and gave a smile. The other took it as a sign to continue.

“What about Jimin?”

Taehyung looked at him, hesitating for a moment. “No. I don’t.”

Namjoon placed both his hands on Taehyung’s shoulder, gripping them tightly. "Jungkook has been having a hard time. He has been crying to sleep for the past few nights, and he has never talked much since last week," he paused, before continuing with a tap on Taehyung's shoulder, "since you and Jimin chose to share a room."

Taehyung looked down, he gave an undefined smile, breathing out heavily.

“How is Jungkook now, sleeping?”

“Asleep, with dried tears.”

Taehyung stood up without saying anything. He put his feet into the bunny slippers and walked out of the room, opening Jungkook’s room that was shared with the other hyungs. The door slammed shut.

Namjoon swallowed, he looked out at the hall, seeing Jimin with his white headphones on and his head shaking in rhythm of the music. “Jimin,” Namjoon called, apparently receiving no reaction from the younger boy. The older approached him and reached out his hand, taking off Jimin’s headphones, which caused him to look up at him.

“You can come in now.” Namjoon coughed, walking into the room, expecting the boy with white headphones to follow him in.

“Taehyung’s sleeping in the next room, I’m sleeping here tonight,” he said, pouring a cup of water from the jug.

Jimin scratched the back of his head, bending down to pick up his controllers and putting them back with the Xbox, turning off the game.

Room 2

Taehyung removed his bunny slippers, carefully crawling into Jungkook’s bed, making sure the youngest member doesn’t wake up from sleep. He covered his half-body with the covers, ensuring his legs don’t touch Jungkook. Taehyung didn’t want Jungkook to wake up, not when it took him hours to sleep from crying.

The older boy put his left hand over Jungkook’s sleeping head, facing him.

God, I wish I could kiss you.

Taehyung bit his lip, admiring the younger member’s puffy lips. He put his head just near the crook of Jungkook’s neck, and fell asleep altogether.

- time skip -

The melodious sound of Jungkook’s alarm went off, waking him. He lifted up his head, but felt a form of restriction of space. Looking to his right, he saw a brown-haired boy, eyes closed with pouty lips, still asleep at his side. Jungkook squinted his eyes. He rubbed his face and looked again.

Is that...

...Taehyung?....

Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat. He pushed Taehyung’s hand away, who’s already rubbing his just-opened eyes in confusion, stretching out both his arms. Jungkook looked at Taehyung, eyes wide as saucers, showing the whites. He moved back and off the bed, glaring at the sleepy Taehyung.

Jungkook looked around. His hyungs were already out for breakfast, the beds were empty. He glanced back at Taehyung. The older boy sat up, meeting the gaze of the youngest member.

“Jungkook, you’re awake. Good morning,” Taehyung exclaimed, throwing out his arms, expecting Jungkook to come to him.

But Jungkook did the opposite, and this shocked Taehyung.

“Taehyung, Jimin’s in the other room. Y-you’re drunk.”

“I’m not, Jungkook. I’m not.”

Jungkook rushed to the door, attempting to avoid Taehyung. He wanted to love him, but Taehyung chose Jimin over him. He knew that if, someone loved another person, he will choose the person over someone else. Jungkook’s tears welled up. He just didn’t want to believe it. His feelings for Taehyung has already faded out, he was on the edge of giving up his love.

Taehyung ran forward. He grabbed Jungkook’s hand and blocked the door. His face was full of sadness and worry.

“Jungkook. Don’t go.” Taehyung begged, clutching his hand tightly, his eyes watering.

“Go find Jimin, Taehyung. He can play Overwatch with you. Don’t bother me,”

Jungkook’s gaze was cold and fierce. He looked away from his hyung and shook his hand off.

Tears rolled down Taehyung’s cheek. He bit his lip together, shaking his head. “No, Jungkook. Don’t go,” he urged, keeping his dongsaeng away from the door, “Jungkook, I have something to tell you.”

The younger rolled his eyes,, his gaze fixed on Taehyung. His eyes were stern, sad, angry and happy at the same time. But this mixed emotions scared Taehyung.

The older went limp. He looked at Jungkook. “I like you, Jungkook. Not Jimin.” Taehyung tried to hug the other, but Jungkook was crying in anger and confusion. “I like you,” Taehyung repeated, holding Jungkook’s hand firmly once again.

The younger bawled his eyes out, but his reaction to Taehyung’s skinship with him was furious. He shook his hand off, pushing Taehyung away. “You like Jimin! I heard it with my own ears. You said it yourself last night!” Jungkook leaned against the door, sliding down until he sat on the floor, knees together and head buried.

Taehyung fell. But he got up and crawled towards Jungkook, shaking his left arm. “Jungkook, I love you. I’m so sorry.”

“Will you forgive me?” Taehyung asked in an attempt to recover their relationship. The both of them had been best friends, but they have never gotten more than friends before.

Jungkook wiped away a tear, still sniffling.

Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat. He reached forward and placed his arm on Jungkook’s neck. This time, the boy didn’t resist anymore. Taehyung took it as a sign and pressed his lips with the other’s, closing his eyes.

Jungkook slowly closed his eyes, the last of his tears dropping onto Taehyung’s neck.

When they broke the kiss, Jungkook looked at Taehyung, staring deeply into his eyes.

“I love you too, Kim Taehyung.”