#if love is weakness then these two are mine

[vitoriadior]

Clark Kent x Bimbo!Reader

BORN TO BE SPOILED

Headcannons of Clark Kent and his pretty, dummy bimbo girlfriend

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Clark and his Bimbo, who, if one day you show up at his desk, smiling at him with Hello Kitty glasses you clearly don't need, will chuckle and kiss your nose. "You don't need those." "Now I look like you," you smile. "So everyone knows you're mine." "You don't need those glasses to know I'm yours." Then you wear the glasses all day.

Clark and his Bimbo, who, you know, you're not super weak—so you're completely capable of opening a jar of pickles. And you would, if only your boyfriend didn't look so good doing it. "Honey, can you open these for me?" And Clark is there within seconds of you calling him Honey, opening the jar in almost less than two seconds and kissing you on the forehead. "Anything for you, princess."

Clark and his Bimbo, who, one day, Jimmy asks to borrow a pen, and Clark gives him a pink one with sparkles and feathers. Jimmy raises his eyebrows and glances at Clark's desk: pink heart-shaped Post-its on every surface, a picture of his girlfriend in a pink frame with a little princess crown, Sonny Angels glued to his computer, and a Hello Kitty calculator in the drawer. His desk is almost like an extension of yours. "Why do I need a picture of Daisy again, love?" "What do you mean, why? Because she's your daughter! She's our daughter."

Clark and Bimbo, who of course will always take you and Daisy to your bi-weekly beauty appointment. "Daddy's paying for our nails, Daze," you kiss your little dog while a woman is giving you a pedicure. Clark is sitting with all the other men waiting for their girlfriends. "Which one's yours?" "The one in the pink skirt," and there you are, Daisy on your lap, talking super sassy about some gossip on your phone.

Clark and his Bimbo, who of course Clark isn't going to let you pay for the mani-pedi (not that you're going to pay). But still, he pulls out his card with that whole "I'm your man" vibe and gives it to the girl at the register. "Give daddy a kiss, Daze," and you proceed to bring the Pomeranian up to Clark's cheek for her to lick it. Clark just smiles and kisses your cheek instead.

Clark and his Bimbo, who won't admit the way he unconsciously smiles whenever you call him Daisy's daddy. At the same time, you always, and almost all the time, force him to kiss Daisy goodbye. "I'm not leaving until you say goodbye to Daisy too," and you don't really plan on leaving until your boyfriend gives your baby a little peck.

Clark and his Bimbo, who you don't understand anything about journalism or whatever it is he's writing, but you still always praise him. "I loved your article about funny little people. They so cute, Do you think they'll accept if I invite them to dinner?" "It was about an alien attack, babe." "Yeah, that one"

Clark and his Bimbo, who share Hello Kitty pajamas on a night of face masks and hair care with your boyfriend. On any given Saturday, your boyfriend might be in a robe with a towel on his hair and a tiger face mask on his face.

Clark and his Bimbo, who of course always kiss it better every little boo-boo you have. It doesn't matter if you get a paper cut! Just pout your lips and it melts him away. "Is that better, princess?" "It needs another kiss." "Another kiss on the way"

Clark and his Bimbo, who, imagine what it would have been like to meet him in high school? You'd be like, the gorgeous cheerleader with a bunch of ex-boyfriends. But with a crush on farmboy Clark Kent, whose clothes have a farmer's look and he smells like apple pie.

Clark and his Bimbo, who, obviously, you think Superman is super handsome and sexy, and kind and charismatic—but you're a girl with a boyfriend! So every time Superman appears on TV, you hug Clark's arm and tell him, "You're so much more handsome."

Clark and his Bimbo who, you don't even need to tell him—as soon as he sees you wrinkle your nose even the slightest bit, he carries you. He carry you because he knows you're already a little tired in heels. If you don't feel like being carried, he gives you his shoes to wear instead of heels—yes, he walks around in socks wherever You go while you wear his shoes.

Clark and his Bimbo who, well, we all know there's going to come a point where he's going to have to tell you about his superhero identity (even though he's literally almost said it to your face, although, well, you're a bit too Bimbo to realize it), so one night after a date, he does it straight up: "I'm Superman," he's serious. You smile. "Of course you are a Super man. You're my Super man!" Lois considers Clark the most patient man in the world.

Clark and his Bimbo, who once you know he's Superman, he's always drying your hair with his heat vision because hairdryers "damage your hair so much." You're spoiled, so what.

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[rikirush]

hiiii i love your writing so much. your posts always pop up for me and you never disappoint. would you be able to do enha helping reader go to sleep by overstimulation?

i'm so happy you like my work anon, thank you so much for this request, it was so delicious writing this. i hope you'll enjoy

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𐙚 ENHYPEN overstimulation

Jungwon

Jungwon pinned your wrists above your head with one strong hand, his eyes holding yours as you lay sprawled across his bed. "Told you sleep wouldn't come easy tonight," he murmured. You were already breathless, trembling from two previous orgasms he'd wrung from your body. His other hand hadn't stopped moving between your legs since the first wave of orgasm.

Two fingers were sunk deep inside you, moving with a steady, unforgiving rhythm against that spot that made you see stars, while his thumb pressed firm circles on your oversensitive clit. "But I take care of what's mine." You writhed, hips trying to buck away but he held you fast. "Nuh-uh," he chided softly, bending to flick his tongue sharply over your nipple. "You don't stop until I say you stop." Another shuddering orgasm tore through you, weaker this time, more of a desperate sob than a scream. Tears pricked your eyes as he didn't relent, fingers relentless, thumb relentless.

"Almost there," he coaxed. "Just let go completely." The third orgasm was less a wave and more a slow, drowning submersion into pure sensation, dragging a whimper from your throat as your body finally went limp. He slowed his movements to soft, soothing strokes as your eyes fluttered shut, sleep crashing over you.

Heeseung

Heeseung guided you onto your hands and knees on the rug. The initial heat from his palm landing firmly on your ass cheek bloomed across your skin. His fingers, slick with your arousal and cool lube, pressed against your pussy. One finger slid in slowly, stretching you open in a way that made you gasp. He worked it deep, curling it gently inside you, finding that spot that made your legs tremble. "Easy now," he murmured, his free hand a steadying weight on your lower back. "Just feel it." He added a second finger.

Then a third, filling you completely, stretching your sensitive walls until you whimpered. He began a relentless rhythm: deep, curling thrusts that grazed your G-spot. Just as the pressure built, he’d slow, changing the angle minutely. Minutes stretched under this torture. He leaned close, his breath hot on your neck. "Feel how deep I am? How full?" His fingers crooked hard, pressing that sweet spot while his thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles.

A broken cry tore from your throat as an orgasm ripped through you, leaving you weak and trembling. He didn’t stop, fingers still working deep inside your fluttering pussy. Only then did his movements soften to gentle thrusts. He gathered your form against his chest, your cheek on his shoulder as he stroked your hair. "Sleep," he whispered.

Jay

Jay's fingers were already deep inside your pussy—three digits moving with powerful rhythm that had already driven you over the edge twice. Your thighs trembled with the effort to stay upright. "Still not sleepy?" Jay asked, his voice a low rumble as he watched you in the mirror. His free hand landed a sharp smack on your ass cheek, making you jolt and clench hard around his buried fingers. "Good girl." He withdrew his fingers slowly, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness, only to replace them with the vibrating head of a glass dildo.

He pressed it firmly against your entrance. The vibration switched on instantly—a deep, powerful thrum radiating through your walls. He gripped the base and began thrusting it. "Tighter," he commanded, landing another sharp smack that made you clench around the dildo. He leaned over your back, his other hand sliding between your legs to find your swollen clit. He pressed two fingers flat against it and rubbed firm, fast circles.

"You take it perfectly," he growled in your ear as he increased the pace of both motions. Your vision blurred as another violent orgasm crashed over you, leaving you weak and shaking. He eased the toy out slowly, lowered you gently to the floor, and pulled you back against his chest. Wrapped in his arms, you collapsed into heavy sleep.

Jake

Jake secured soft cuffs around your wrists and ankles, attaching them to the bedposts. "Can't have you squirming away," he teased before blindfolding you. First came the sensation of cool gel on your inner thighs, then the broad, flat head of a powerful wand vibrator pressed firmly against your clit. The sudden intense buzz made you arch off the bed with a cry. Before you could adjust, you felt thick lube being slicked over your pussy. A smooth, bulbous plug began its slow, stretching. You gasped at the fullness. "Comfy?" Jake whispered near your ear.

His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking strongly while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. Your clit buzzing under the wand’s power; your pussy stretched full by the plug. You couldn’t escape. Moans turned into desperate, choked sobs as shallow orgasms ripped through you one after another—less peaks and more constant electrical surges frying your nerves.

Jake alternated between lavishing attention on your nipples and murmuring filthy encouragement near your ear: "That’s it… so wet… take it all… just let go." He kept all vibrations constant and the plug strong until you were trembling uncontrollably, completely overwhelmed. Only then did he slowly turn off each vibrator out with infinite care. Uncuffing you, he gathered your limp form against him. "Rest now," he murmured softly.

Sunghoon

You were seated on his lap in a deep armchair, facing him, legs wrapped around his waist. His cock slid effortlessly in and out of your soaked pussy with long. His hands rested lightly on your waist, guiding your movements only slightly. That wasn't where the torment lay. It was in his eyes locked on yours and his voice describing every sensation in filthy detail as you moved on him.

"Feel how deep that is?" he murmured, watching the flush spread across your chest as he thrust up gently. "How perfectly tight your pretty little pussy grips me?" You whimpered, trying to grind down harder. He chuckled softly. "Not yet." He slowed the pace further. "I love watching you come apart." He punctuated this by sliding one elegant finger between your bodies to circle your clit with feather-light—just enough contact to make you gasp but not enough for release after the first two orgasms he’d already coaxed from you.

He kept talking, describing how wet you were for him, how beautiful you looked desperate, how he wanted to feel you clamp down when he finally let you come again. Tears of frustration welled in your eyes as you hovered on the edge without falling. Only when your pleas became broken whispers did he increase the pressure on your clit and snap his hips up harder. "Now," he commanded softly. Your climax shattered you instantly, a silent cry on your lips as you clenched around him violently. He held you close, rocking gently until you went completely limp against him, utterly spent and sinking fast into dreamless sleep wrapped in his arms.

Sunoo

Sunoo beamed at you as he nudged your thighs further apart on the silk sheets. "Poor thing," he cooed sympathetically after your second orgasm had left you trembling. "Still can't settle?" His touch was gentle as he traced patterns on your inner thighs before dipping two fingers back into your pussy. You flinched at the renewed sensitivity. He just smiled wider and added a third finger easily. "We'll fix that."

He began fingering you with deep, curling thrusts while lowering his head between your legs. His tongue was licking broad stripes from your entrance to your clit before focusing intently on the swollen bud with rapid flicks and firm suction. It was too much too soon after coming twice. You writhed, trying to pull away, but Sunoo held your hips firmly in place. "Almost there," he encouraged brightly against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. "Just relax and let it happen."

He sucked hard on your clit while driving his fingers deep and fast inside you, seeking that spot. Your body arched off the bed against your will as another orgasm ripped through you. Sunoo didn't stop until you were gasping for air and pushing weakly at his head. He finally lifted his face and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up to cradle your head against his chest. "There we go," he murmured sweetly, stroking your hair as you collapsed against him.

Ni-ki

Ni-ki’s restless energy was even more after taking you twice already—once bent over the armchair, once with him pinning your wrists above your head while his fingers drove deep into your pussy. Now you were face down on the bed, utterly spent. His hands gripped your hips, thumbs spreading your cheeks apart. You felt the broad head of his favorite thick toy slick with lube press against your entrance. "One more," he murmured.

The sheer size stretched you impossibly wide, a sharp gasp escaping you as he seated the toy fully inside with a low grunt. One hand held the base of the toy buried deep; the other snaked between your legs to find your clit. He began moving the toy with efficiency while his thumb pressed down on your clit and rubbed fast circles. The pressure on your clit bordering on painful yet forcing more slickness to gush around the silicone.

"You’re taking it so good," he panted, increasing the punishing pace of both the toy and his thumb. "Come for me again." Your body obeyed instantly, another climax tearing through you as he continued to fuck you hard with the toy and rub your clit until you were sobbing into the sheets. Only when he finally stilled the toy did he roll you onto your side and pull you tight against him. Your pussy throbbed, utterly ravaged and exhausted. You buried your face against his neck as deep sleep claimed you.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Things Are Calming Down A Little

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

July 2025 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Memoir of Rati (Fri YT) ep 7 of 12 - Ooo they are making vows! 

My Magic Prophecy (Sun YT) ep 1 of 10 - I cannot deny it, I love this pair. That said, I’m ALSO not opposed to JuniorSea but I guess we can’t have everything in the age of pair branding. I have a very mixed relationship with GMMTV’s stuff, but this one is off to a great start. I’m enjoying it immensely. I hope the narrative is tidy, but I can't expect that.

Reset (Mon iQIYI) ep 9 of 10 - Fun times but I do wonder how are they gonna land this one next ep? Gotta say nothing beats Peter’s first BL shower scene but this shower scene was nice too. 

Latest chapter of “my life is BL” = I have those soap dispensers. 

Doctor's Mine (Sun YouTube) ep 2 of 10 - I’m enjoying it. I like both couples. I like the mature and flirty ones who are enjoying the game of it. And I like a proud seme who is a weak pathetic mew mew for his boy. Fun fun.

I'm The Most Beautiful Count (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 13 - Hum. I'm intrigued but not sold on it. The translation on icky is WILD.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Secret Lovers (Taiwan Tues Gaga) eps 3 of 10 - GAH IT IS SO GOOD. 

Revenged Love (China Mon Viki Gaga) ep 15-16 of 24 - Ah the ex is causing issues. Gay boy drama queens are a go. (I do like Wang’s apartment.) Bi-polar ex and tri-polar past, been there, done that. I do kind of love the bully older brother character. Of course I do. And… the Cancer Mom Trope in its original form. Whatever.

Loved the little first kisses from the sides. 

More deterioration of the main relationship and also baby gay discovering verse is a thing = good times. I’m actually starting to find this show a little fatiguing - all the machinations and back-and-forth things and wheels within wheels of gay boy snake drama.

Honestly though, who practices any kind of kink on a waterbed? Insanity. Rubber sheets, of course, but a waterbed seems like it’s asking for trouble.

ABO Desire (China Sat Viki Gaga) ep 6 of 16 eps - I love this "manipulation as a love language" thing that China is getting into these days. Although, Sheng is such a sweetie, the fact that one of them is absolutely completely and entirely lying to the other does bother me.

10 Things I Want to do Before I Turn 40 AKA 40 Made ni Shitai 10 no Koto (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - ah good the POV switch. I was hoping that'd be this ep! And a makeover montage. Cute. 

Stay By My Side After the Rain AKA Ameagari no Bokura ni Tsuite (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - they are so adorable and so awkward. 

The Promise of The Soul (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 7 of 12 - okay and? 

It Finished - I Have Thoughts

Knock Out (Fri WeTV ) ep 12 end - actually I don't have thoughts, not able to watch this one this week, final review next week.

Sweetheart Service (Korea YT) ep 12b(13) end - Ah so this was like an extension if last week because they didn't have the finale edited in time.

Summary

A fake dating premise from Strongberry with a bit of a love triangle thrown in. Classic BL but it felt lackluster. I actually blame the lead actor, he was meant to be goofy sunshine but he was v stiff (in a bad way) with only 2 facial expressions (and that's being generous). I'm sorry to say, this was a miss for me from Strongberry, the directing was off. If it had released 3 years ago I would have been fine, but KBLs have evolved and the two 2025 offerings from Strongberry make me feel like they have not evolved, which is... disappointing. 7/10

The Next Prince (Sat iQIYI) ep 14 end - Jimmy and Ohm did a fantastic job at the best parts in this show. I hope we see a lot more of them. I'm not as convinced on Net and his new partner. I did like how the linguistics reflected the various status changes as we cycled through the new positions for everybody in this final episode. That was fun to hear.

Summary 

The Princess Diaries only gay and in Thai pretty much sums this up, except that the script and storytelling is not as good as the original. (And I’m not a fan of the original.) Honestly, if this had been balanced better between the couples, and if it had stayed true to the characters rather than betraying most of them. It might’ve been fine. Especially given the high production values. But in the end, the choice to rest the entire thing on ZN and their characters, who were boring, made the whole show boring. Even though the inconsistencies in plot were annoying, I was so disengaged from the narrative, I couldn't be arsed to get annoyed.

I always struggle to review a show thats main flaw is being dull. And I think that while I would like to give this a 7/10 as a BL it’s actually an 8/10. And I’m so bored I don’t really wanna think much more about that, so 8 it is. But I won't fight about it.

My Sweetheart Jom (Fri YT) ep 12 end - More kidnaping! And more AGAIN. My goodness. This show should have been called Kidnap. i like how switchy they are in the final sex scene but did we have to do the Korean 5 years apart?

Summary

A boy doesn't graduate high school for ruffian reasons and is exiled to the countryside where he falls in love with the chief of the local village (and there are lots more ruffians). While I enjoyed the second half of this show, I never got much chemistry (or even real affection) from the main couple. Also there was so much kidnapping. So much. 7/10

SunTiny (Tues iQIYI) 10 eps - It's done now, I dropped at ep 5. I did try. But they introduced (what I assume is) the side dish couple, and the acting is so excruciatingly bad that I simply could not continue. You'll let me know if that was the wrong choice?

It's airing but......

Shine (Thai Sat WeTV) 8 eps - Mile & Apo in "A tale of love and ideals unfolds in an era resistant to diversity set against the backdrop of the political turmoil of 1969-1971." I'm not gonna watch, if it's good/happy let me know? But I doubt this is BL.

DogBro (Thai Sun YT) ep 1 of 10 - trailer Cheerful sociable med student about to graduate gets saddled with his mom's friend's kid, a depressed engineering freshman. With no captions for me on YouTube it doesn’t seem good enough for me to bother to try to watch without. So I think I’m skipping this.

Dating Game (Thai Mon ????) 12 eps started 7/14 - I can't find it on any of my usual suspects. I'd like to watch it tho. About Hill, a former bullied boy geek who finds love and confidence from "Yuka" the female lead in a romance game. He grows into a handsome programmer and achieves his dream of getting a job at the company that developed "Yuka!" where he meets Junji, the perfect, cold-hearted CEO from Japan.

Next Week Looks Like This:

(Sorry all my Kpop survivor shows are on there too. It clocks.)

Coming Up Next

8/4 The Proper Way to Write Love AKA Renai Rubi no Tadashii Furikata (Japan Mon Gaga) 8 eps - Bully reunion romance about two men who are clumsy but sincere.

8/9 Khemjira (Thai Sat iQIYI) 12 eps - trailer Supposedly the scariest BL ever. Khem is born cursed. A daughter would be safe but a son dies at 20 so Khem’s mother cleverly gives him a girl’s name, Khemjira “forever safe.” But Khem is about to turn 20 and he doesn't think it's working so he seeks the help of a curse-breaker, turns out to be his great love from a previous life.

8/11 Rearrange (Thai Mon ???) 10 eps - trailer Bandmates romance meets time travel, intriguing combo.

8/12 Love Sea: Ai no Ibasho (Japan Tues ????) 10 eps - Another Mame adaptation from Japan, what joy is mine.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

We love this one. Love him. (Prophecy)

Reset hitting us up with more renaissance art moments. But my goodness does that couch look uncomfortable.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs @waitmyturtles @worldhopping

(tumblr doesn't allow me to tag that many people, sadly)

[veryoccasionalwriting]

Pet Name [Part 1]

Mark Grayson is your high school sweetheart. He was strong, sweet in his own awkward way, and completely devoted to you. But things change. He starts holding you a little too tight. Watching you a little too closely. Loving you a little too much. You think it’s just him, you think it’s still love. You don’t know he’s not from this world anymore. You don’t know he’s planning to conquer it, and you don’t realize that you’re not the woman he loves. You’re the one thing that makes him weak. And he’s decided to keep you.

Pairing: Viltrumite!Mark x reader

TW: Toxic romance, dark romance, implied abuse, emotional/mental conditioning. Mark is just toxic, reader is currently clueless.

You still weren’t used to the name.

“Pet.”

Mark said it like a joke, like a nickname only the two of you were in on. He’d started it a few weeks ago, always with that faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like it was harmless, like it was cute.

The first time he said it, you’d laughed. “You calling me a dog?”

“No,” he’d said, brushing your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering a little too long. “You’re mine.”

You’d kissed him after that. Because of course you had. Mark Grayson had a way of making everything sound sweet, even the things that shouldn’t.

You hadn’t told anyone else about the name. You weren’t sure why.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

It was a Saturday afternoon. You were upstairs in your room, half-heartedly scrolling your phone while waiting for the sound of his knock on the front door. Your parents were out for the morning, but that didn’t mean Mark would just come in. He still knocked. Always polite, always smiling.

But he didn’t like when you kept him waiting.

You tugged your sleeves down over your wrist before heading for the stairs. The bruise there was still faint, a cloudy purple smudge from two nights ago. He hadn’t meant to do it, just held you too tight when he kissed you, thumbs pressing into your skin like he forgot how strong he was. You’d even laughed at the time. “Careful,” you’d whispered against his mouth, “you’re gonna leave fingerprints.”

Mark hadn’t laughed. He’d just kissed you harder.

The doorbell rang, and you practically jumped.

You opened the door, and there he was, leaning casually on the railing, dressed in his usual dark jeans and sweater combo, That crooked little smile of his never faltered.

“Hey, Pet.”

Your stomach fluttered. “Hey.”

He leaned in and kissed your temple, his hand settling low on your back as he stepped inside. His palm was warm through the fabric of your hoodie, fingers curving slightly at your waist—just enough pressure to make you wince. You masked it with a smile.

“Everything okay?” he asked, already heading for the stairs like he owned them.

“Yeah, just sore from sleeping weird,” you lied, following him up.

Mark sat on the edge of your bed and watched as you shut the door behind you. He didn’t say anything for a second, just looked around your room with that same unreadable expression he always wore when he was here. It wasn’t disapproval, exactly. Just something... colder. Quiet and assessing.

“You cleaned,” he noted.

“Uh. A little.” You picked up a hoodie from the chair and tossed it into your closet, trying to ignore the way his eyes followed you.

“I like it when it’s just us,” he said, “No parents. No noise.”

You smiled, but your fingers tightened around your sleeve.

Mark stood again and crossed the room, cupping your face with both hands. His thumbs brushed your cheeks like you were made of glass. “You looked really pretty yesterday,” he said. “That top you wore at the café?”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

He tilted his head slightly. “The guy at the counter thought so too.”

Your stomach sank, just a little.

“Oh,” you said. “I mean- he was just taking my order...”

Mark’s hands didn’t move, but his grip shifted, ever so slightly. “He called you sweetheart.”

You laughed, a little nervous. “I think he says that to everyone.”

Mark didn’t laugh. “Still.”

You reached up and covered his hands with your own, trying to lighten the mood. “You jealous, Grayson?”

His mouth twitched. “I just don’t like people looking at what’s mine.”

Your breath caught, but not in a bad way. At least, not yet.

That afternoon, when he held you in your bed, one arm slung tight around your waist, his other hand tangled in your hair, you told yourself you were safe.

You told yourself this was love.

And the next morning, when you found a second bruise blooming on your hip, you smiled faintly to yourself in the mirror and whispered, “Just doesn’t know his strength.”

You didn’t see the news.

You didn’t hear about the hospital visit.

You didn’t know that the boy at the café wouldn’t be back at work for weeks.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The stars stretched endless and cold above the atmosphere as Mark hovered beside his father, arms crossed over the Viltrumite emblem stitched into his chest.

“She’s soft,” Nolan said. “You always did have a weakness for softness.”

Mark didn’t look at him. “She’s adaptable.”

Nolan hummed. “You mean obedient.”

“No,” Mark said sharply. “I mean she adjusts. She learns. She won’t need to be broken.”

That earned a rare chuckle from his father. “You think you’re going to civilize her?”

“I don’t need to. [Name]’s smarter than that.”

Nolan tilted his head. “And when the real work begins? When we clear the cities, dissolve the governments, strip this place down to its bones? What then? You’ll keep her around as a pet?”

Mark turned to him slowly, “She’s not a pet,” he said.

Nolan arched a brow.

“She’ll be my wife.”

That actually made Nolan laugh, a full body laugh. “Your wife? You’ve barely begun the work and already you’re playing house with the livestock.”

Mark’s jaw tensed. “She’s not like the rest of them.”

“Oh, please.” Nolan waved a hand through the void. “They’re all like the rest of them. You’re just still young enough to think this one’s different.”

“She is different,” Mark said quietly.

Nolan studied him. For a long time, he said nothing. Then, “You’re sure this won’t interfere with your loyalty?”

Mark's voice was even. “I’m loyal to the Empire.”

“And to her?”

“To both.”

Nolan’s smile thinned. “Then I hope she learns to kneel as well as she learns to smile around you.”

Mark didn’t respond.

But his knuckles were white where his fists clenched in the air.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Mark stood in the dark of his bedroom, eyes fixed on the city lights flickering far beyond the window. He could hear every heartbeat on the block. Every faucet. Every dog barking half a mile away.

Every time [Name] shifted in bed, tangled in his hoodie, miles away in her own room.

She didn’t know what he was yet. Not fully yet, He was trying to ease her into it.

She was adaptable. Sweet, smart. She didn’t argue when he showed up unannounced. Didn’t complain when his hands lingered too long. Didn’t ask questions when she found bruises.

Good girl.

Still, there were things to consider. Details. Infrastructure.

Mark moved to his desk and opened the small black notebook tucked beneath a stack of school binders. Inside, beneath scribbled equations and sketched city layouts, was a list.

He flipped past entries like:

GDA suppression points

Priority targets: Washington, Beijing, Berlin, Tehran

Civilian psychological response models

Cecil- eliminate early

He turned to the page marked simply: [Name]

Relocation: Secure, away from blast zones

Nutritional considerations: She forgets to eat when stressed

Occupation? (Possible reassignment post-transition)

Resistance potential: Low

Emotional stability: High (contingent on direct proximity to me)

Willingness to breed: Unknown (likely improved with conditioning)

He tapped his pen once, thoughtfully, then underlined the final note again. Breeding compatibility: 98.6%

Mark shut the notebook.

This world was messy, but she was the part of it he would keep. The only thing he wanted to keep. The rest could burn.

He would carve out a place for her in the new world. A position beside him. No more hiding. No more human modesty, or culture, or weakness.

She’d learn. She’d adapt. She already was.

And when the time came, when the sky split open and the world began to scream, he’d take her hand.

And say, “Now you understand.”

[bangchans-girl]

Purple

Summary: A person's worth is determined by their eye color. You've spent your whole life hiding and lying about yours. Your color and destiny not matching the rest of your family's. That is until the annoying Min Yoongi shows up and catches you in your lie. Will Yoongi bring you out of your shell and show you your true talent or will he be the reason you give up on it all?

Pairing: Fem!reader x Yoongi

Warnings: As usual, a lot of smut. Heavy angst, fluff, a happy ending

Word count ( part 1,2 & 3): 72k

This is part 3, read Part 1 and Part 2 before reading this one!

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Part 3

“With Bangchan?" I nodded my head at him as I went to go past him through the doorway. In a swift movement he snatched my phone out of my hand and started scrolling.

    "Yah! Give that back!" He held it up out of my reach. I stopped jumping for it and huffed as he scrolled through my phone.

    "Are you two dating or something now? What's up with the 'hey gorgeous'?" Here we go again with the jealousy.

    "Yoongi it isn't like that. We're just friends."

    "But he likes you."

    "So? You like me too but I still hang around you all the time." I narrowed my eyes at him as his face grew red with anger. As I went to grab my phone out of his hand he pinned my wrists above me and pushed me harshly against the wall.

    "You're mine Alex." He growled as he stared in my eyes.

    "I'm nobody's Yoongi." He scoffed and then turned me and pushed me onto the bed.

    "Does he do things like this? Does he know how to touch you? Does he know how weak you get when someone touches you here?" He kept my hands pinned above my head on the bed as he nipped lightly at my neck. I swallowed my moans as he made his way up to my ear.

    "Does he know how sweet you sound when you moan? How addicting it is to have you writhing in pleasure underneath him?" His whispers sent tingles down my spine as I tried to suppress my arousal. Yoongis hands made their way down my sides to my hips.

    "I bet he doesn't know how you love being pinned down and fucked until you can't see straight." A moan slipped its way past my lips earning a smirk from Yoongi.

    "Only I know how to pleasure you. Don't forget that Bora. You'll always be mine. Weather we're together or apart, no matter who you're with you'll always think of the way my fingers feel on your skin. Nobody else's. You're mine forever Bora Moon." Yoongi breathlessly whispered in my ear while his fingers trailed down my skin to in between my thighs. I was frozen. I couldn't bring myself to stop him because deep down I knew he was right. I would never be able to keep him out if my head.

    "Alex, you're friend is here for you." Namjoon knocked and yelled from the other side of the door. I was glad he had more sense than to barge in like the younger ones. Yoongi sat up and hovered over me before lightly pecking my lips and letting go of my hands. I sat up quickly grabbing my stuff and making my way to the door. I looked back before exiting the room to see Yoongi sitting on the edge if the bed, legs spread and his stiff sweats on full display. A knowing smirk plastered on his face as he stares me down. I huffed and left the room.

    "Are you okay Alex? Your face is all red. You're not sick are you?" Bangchan put the back of his hand on my forehead and then my cheeks. I pushed his hand away and faked a smile.

    "I'm fine Channie. Let's go before we're late for our reservation." He nodded his head and led me out towards his rental car.

Yoongi POV

    I watched as Alex left. Her flushed face etched in my brain. The thought of someone else causing her to look like that stirred a storm inside of me. I hated it. I hated how weak and vulnerable she made me feel. I hated that other men had the privilege of looking at her. Of having her close. I know I overstepped just now but when it comes to Alex, I lose all sense of control. She probably hates me. She's probably complaining about me to that pretty boy right now. He's probably making her laugh and smile and-

    "Are you going to mope all day or come out and spend time with everyone? Taehyung leaned against the doorframe with a raised brow. Tae had witnessed first hand multiple times the extent of my jealousy. The small scar on his right cheek a permanent memory of my anger issues. The day that he told me he had slept with Alex all those years ago wasn't the only time we had gotten into a fight. We fought multiple times even after she was out of our lives. Most were started by me. One time I was drinking and I came home late, I thought everyone would be asleep but while stumbling to my room I heard what sounded like Alex's voice. It came from Taehyungs room. It had already been a month since she disappeared and nobody had talked to her at least that's what I thought. But as I pressed my ear against Taehyungs door I heard her voice over the phone. She was extremely drunk and crying. Over what I never found out. But after he hung up the phone all I could see was red. Here I was wishing I could just hear her voice tell me she loved me one more time and she had drunkenly said it to Taehyung over the phone. I didn't give him the chance to explain when he had hung up. I kicked open his bedroom door and lunged at him. I was too drunk and angry to care that I had taken it too far. That night as Taehyung laid bloody and unconscious underneath me I realized that I needed help. I had beat him so badly that his face was almost unrecognizable. Both eyes bruised and swollen, his nose shattered and the rings I had on at the time had created a gash in his cheek. Jungkook had heard the commotion from next door and ran in. It wasn't until he yanked me off of him did I come back and realize what I had done. I had hurt my brother. I had almost killed him.

    "Hyung?" I snapped my focus back to Taehyung who looked worried.

    "Yeah I'm coming." I got up and walked towards the door. As I walked past Taehyung I patted his head earning a wide grin from him and we both went and sat in the living room with the rest of the guys.

    "So after the museum we're going out to dinner at the place I found online that had great reviews. Is that okay with you or does Yoongi want you back by a certain time?" He smirked as I rolled my eyes.

    "Yoongi doesn't own me despite what he thinks. I'm a big girl I can make my own decisions." Bangchan laughed as we pulled up to a large marble building.

    The museum was calm and serene. Very few people scattered about the halls, some gazing at art trying to understand the meaning, some whispering quietly to others about their opinions and some perched on a spot on the floor with a sketchbook in hand tryna to copy the same artwork in their own books.

Bangchan and I wandered about occasionally discussing some paintings and statues before he grabbed my hand and led me down a dimly lit corridor. I stared at our intertwined hands as he led me to the next exhibit. He didn't usually act on his feelings. I've known how he's felt about me for some time now but he knew that I didn't feel the same so him holding my hand is a bit startling.

    "I think this might be my favorite piece so far." My gaze traveled upwards to a large painting hung on the wall. My eyes widened at the sight. There on the wall on a large canvas in a gorgeous ornate golden frame was a painting of me. I remember that photoshoot, it was for a magazine that was going for a Victorian era look. I sat perched on a red velvet couch looking away from the camera, a very large and intricate dress fitted tightly around my body. I looked around the room and found other paintings and sculptures of artists I've seen or heard of.

    "What is this?" I walked closer to another painting of me that was a bit smaller that the other.

    "I found out that a local high school had a project for their art class, they got to create a piece of their favorite celebrity to be displayed here for a few months. A contest is currently being held and the whoever's piece gets the most votes gets a full ride scholarship to an art school of their choice."

    "But why me? There's so many of me. It's overwhelming." My eyes teared up at the way these adolescents had captured everyone so well and how they put their entire being into creating art of someone they looked up to.

    "You're a lot more well liked and known that you think Alex. You need to stop doubting yourself." Bangchan had tilted my chin up and stared into my eyes. A heat rushed to my cheeks and I was sure by the smile he gave that they turned a deep shade of pink. He pulled me over to a table where a few people stood.

    "Oh my gosh. You're Bora Moon!" I smiled at the young girl who stood starry eyed in front of the ballot table.

    "Did you paint this piece?" I pointed to a small printed picture of the large painting of me that I saw and she nodded her head. I smiled and took a ballot and voted for her piece and slipped in the box in front of her.

    "Do you have any of your other works here with you now?" She silently took out her sketchbook and shakily handed it to me. I flipped through the pages and admired her work for awhile. I found a sketch of the same painting on the last page. Bangchan smiled and handed me a pen.

To the girl with the amazing gift,

    Never stop following your dreams and keep creating beautiful art. I look forward to seeing more of your work in museums in the future.

-Love, Bora Moon

    I closed the sketchbook and handed it back to the girl who was now crying.

    "Thank you so much! I've always wanted to meet you. Your story inspired me. I came from a family of brown eyes too and when I was born my family tried to hide the fact that mine were blue so I lived hidden most of my life."

    "You'll do great I know it. Thank you for choosing me as your inspiration, it means a lot to me to know that I have people just like you supporting me." I bowed at the girl before hugging her and having Bangchan take our picture.

    "We have to go or we'll be late for the restaurant." I nodded my head and hugged the girl one more time before waving goodbye.

    Once inside the car I let my guard down. The tears fell and I tried to dap them away to not ruin my makeup.

     "That was amazing to watch." I could only nod my head at him as he smiled at me.

    Time flew through the rest of the night and before I knew what was happening I was stumbling up the front steps of our cabin with Bangchan laughing and trying to hold up my drunken self.

    "Alex not trying to be rude but you're a lot heavier than you look." We laughed as I almost fell but he caught me.

    "Thats meannnn. You're supposed to be my friend Channie." I slurred as I gripped onto his suit jacket.

    "You are really drunk aren't you? You're not going to remember shit tomorrow." He shook his head as he stopped us in front of the door.

    "Alex look at me." I turned my head and smiled wide at the man in front of me.

    "I'm only doing this in hopes you won't remember it tomorrow. I know you love Yoongi. It kills me to see you loving him. I wish every day that you would look at me with those same beautiful violet eyes that shine when you look at him. But after tonight I'll give up. I can't compete with someone who's had your heart for years and is in your life every day. So this is my goodbye Bora." I couldn't react as Bangchans lips lightly pressed against mine. I was too drunk to realize what was going on before it was too late. The sound of the front door swinging open caused him to pull away and I felt the buzz I had disappearing.

    "What the actual fuck are you doing?!" Why did it have to be Yoongi and why did it have to be now that he opened the door. Why is the world always against me.

    "I'd advise you to get off this property before I lose my temper and ruin the pretty face or yours." I stood wide eyed and still in a state of shock as I watched Bangchan scoff and go to leave.

    "I'll see you around gorgeous." He waved at me without looking back. After his car was gone Yoongi gripped my arm and tried pulled me inside. I tripped over my feet and ended up falling over the threshold scraping my knee and hand in the process.

    "What happened to just friends Alex?! Why the fuck were you two kissing?! Is it fun to play with my heart?! Is this a fucking game to you?! If I hadn't of walked out when I did you two would probably be on your way back to his hotel or some shit-"

    "Hyung."

    "No she needs to hear this shit!"

    "Yoongi stop now." Namjoons leader voice caught his attention. He stopped pacing and finally looked at the others surrounding us and finally realized the position I was in. On the floor leaned against the front door, blood was running down my leg from where my knee hit the step and my palm was scraped and raw from trying to catch myself. I was still too drunk to process what was happening so all I could do was cry at Yoongi yelling at me. I couldn't even process his words I was so out of it.

    "Alex? Why are you bleeding?" Yoongi crouched down and tried to inspect the wound but I flinched away from him. Yelling always did bother me but I thought I grew out of it, I guess being drunk brought back the panic I felt at someone raising their voice at me. His face turned scared at the sight of me bleeding in front of him and flinching away.

    "Jin take her to our room and clean her up would you? Yoongi go get her some comfy clothes I'm bunking with you and Alex will stay with Jin. I think it's best you just stay away from her for now." Namjoons leader aura was in full force as Yoongi just nodded his head and did what he was told. Jungkook picked me up and carried me to Jins bed and helped get the first aid kit. The other 3 who were silent watching the scene only stood in the doorway as Jin cleaned up the scrapes and put bandages over them.

    "Here noona. I have your clothes." I nodded my head at Jimin who rarely ever called me noona and tried to stand to go change. But of course nothing was easy and my drunkenness had come back in full swing. I stumbled and fell against Jin who sat me back on the bed.

    "Great. She's too drunk to even change her own clothes. I'm going to clean the makeup off her face but I'm not changing her clothes. That's not in my job description." Jin threw his hands up as he went to the bathroom and came back to wash my face. I giggled as the cold makeup wipe touched my face.

    "Uhhh I don't think it would be best for our maknae to do it either." Hoseok pointed to a blushing Jungkook who was aggressively trying to straighten his pants out.

    "Jesus Kook control yourself!" Jin yelled as he shook his head.

    "I can't help it it's not my fault!" The youngest scowled as he left the room cursing.

    "I'll do it, as much as I know Yoongi is going to hate this, I've seen her naked before and she's drunk and hurt anyways. I'll change her quick and we can all go to bed." Taehyung sighed as Jin and Namjoon exchanged looks. The leader shrugged and dragged the others out of the room.

    "Alright Alex, we're just going to change your clothes really quick so try to make this easy on me." I giggled at Taehyung crouched in front of me as he lifted my dress.

    "Fuck Alex, why do you have to be wearing lace now of all times?" Taehyung cursed as he tried to look away and slipped Alexs clothes on her. He exhaled and stood up away from her as she giggled and flopped on the bed.

    "Get some sleep beautiful it's going to be a long day tomorrow." Taehyung sighed as he readjusted his hardening member as he tucked in the drunk girl and left the room.

    Holy shit I'm never drinking again. I groaned as I sat up and rubbed my face with my hands. Nope I'm going back to sleep fuck this. I flopped back down and pulled the blanket over my head to shield myself from the sun. Wait... this isn't my blanket. Sitting up straight I eyed the room. This isn't my room.

    "Good morning my little Moon." Jin startled me as he walked in the door and handed me a glass of water and some pain relievers.

    "I figured you would need this."

    "Thanks Jin. You've always been my favorite." I winked at him as I took the pills. Looking at my hands I noticed one of them was bandaged.

    "I'm gonna be honest Jinnie I have no fucking clue what happened last night. Why am I bandaged?"

    "Language! You get a pass because you're hungover but next time I'll swat you. Anywho you came back extremely drunk last night and you and Yoongi sortaaa got into an argument. Well, more like he was jealous and took out his anger on you."

    "Yoongi did this?" I questioned as Jin inspected my knee.

    "Not exactly. He tried to pull you inside too quickly but because you were drunk, and he was being stupid and rude you tripped and fell over the threshold. I wouldn't say it was his fault, but he definitely caused the whole situation. Actually, that's bot true. Bangchan caused the situation Yoongi just reacted poorly to it." My head spun at Jins vagueness.

    "Jin please stop being cryptic and explain what happened I'm confused." The older sighed as he rewrapped my knee and hand.

   "When you and Bangchan came back from dinner you were very drunk. He kissed you on the doorstep and as luck would have it, Yoongi opened the door and we all saw the whole thing. Yoongi being Yoongi got upset and threatened him before yanking you inside and causing you to fall and get hurt. He continued to yell at you despite you sitting on the floor bleeding and crying. He feels terrible Alex. Don't be too mad at him, he loves you. We all do, you and Yuri are our sisters now and Yoongi isn't used to these feelings he has for you. Give him some time he's still working on his anger." Jin patted my head and left the room.

     I swung my legs over the side of the bed and shuddered as my bare feet touched the cold floor. I made my way to the kitchen and plopped down in a seat at the table.

     "Please tell me I was at least sober enough to change myself last night. Or that at least Yoongs did it." The kitchen fell silent, and I sighed and lifted my head to look at them all.

    So, which one of you did it then?

    I scanned their faces before I fell on Taehyung who wouldn't look me in the eyes and was flushed.

    "Tae Tae. Come here." The boy gulped as he slowly made his way to a smiling Alex.

    "So. I know this is totally ridiculous but humor me for a second. Hypothetically if I were to say I don't know come home drunk and wake up to find out that someone who should not be seeing my body decided to change me without my permission while I was ineberated what do you think would be a deserving punishment for said person?" I smiled sweetly at Taehyung who was crouched down to my level.

    "I-um maybe they were just being nice and didn't want you to sleep in an uncomfy dress and they did it so the others wouldn't have to." He smiled back as I nodded my head.

"Fine. Since you were such, a gentleman I'll let you off with a warning this time." I sipped the coffee that Namjoon had set in front of me until I heard a giggle.

    "Anyways it's not like I haven't seen all of you before. I even know how you look when you're about to cum."

    "KIM TAEHYUNG YOURE A DEAD MAN! Oh, fuck that hurts." I stood up to go chase after a laughing Tae only for the room to spin and a sharp pain to shoot through my head.

    "Once my migraine is gone you better start planning his funeral." Namjoon laughed as he eyed the morning's newspaper.

    "What's with all the yelling?" A yawning Yoongi shuffled into the kitchen eyeing everyone awake before him. His eyes locked with mine before he immediately looked down and took a seat farthest from me. His head stayed down, and his eyes trained to the floor as he refused to look at me.

    "Tae hyung changed Alex noonas clothes last night." Jungkook giggled before realizing who he was talking to. He quickly clamped his hands over his mouth and his wide eyes watched Yoongi. He eyed me for a second and then looked at Taehyung with an unreadable expression, Jungkook quickly jumped up to stand in front of Tae preparing for all hell to break loose.

    "Thanks Tae. For, helping Alex last night." He frowned a bit as he went back to staring at the floor.

    "I have some work to do so I'll see you guys later. Just knock on the door if you need me for anything." And with that Yoongi grabbed his coffee and shuffled to the small office at the back of the building. The sound of the door locking was the only noise throughout the house.

    "What just happened? He didn't get angry?" Jungkook looked puzzled as he slouched down in his chair.

    "Hyung is getting bad again." Everyone looked sad at the maknaes words.

    "Yoongs. Can we talk?" Silence.

    "Yoongi. Please I just want to talk." I knocked and waited as I finally heard slow footsteps on the other side of the door. The door opened slowly and half of Yoongis face appeared.

    "I'm working Alex."

    "We're on vacation you're not supposed to be working." I crossed my arms as we stared at each other silently. Sighing he opened the door wider for me to step in and closed the door before silently shuffling back to the chair in front of the desk that housed toms of scattered and crumpled papers.

    "Are you okay?"

    "I should be the one asking you that, Alex. I hurt you last night."

    "You didn't hurt me Yoongi it was an accident, I tripped. It's not like you hit me." I tried to reason with him, but he just shook his head.

    "It was no better than me hitting you. I wanted to hit Bangchan but instead I directed my anger towards you."

    "Yoongi it's okay. You had the right to be upset." I stepped closer to Yoongi's slouched figured. His eyes cast downwards as he slumped in his chair.

    "I can't forgive myself. I hurt you. I- I hurt the girl I love." My breath hitched. No matter how many times he said it the feeling I got when Yoongi told me he loved me was euphoric. I placed my hands on his face and tilted his head so we could look at each other.

    "Yoongi I'm sorry about last night. Had I known that would happen I wouldn't have gone out with him. Had I have been sober I would have pushed him away the moment he got too close. I don't have any feelings for him."

    "Who do you have feelings for then?" His hand caressed the side of my cheek while the other sat lazily on my hip. He looked tired. Like he didn't get any sleep last night after the whole fiasco.

    "You." I whispered. I crashed my lips to his. His arms wrapped around my waist drawing me closer to him. Just as things began to heat up, much to my dismay, Yoongi detached me from him and stared at me breathless.

    "Alex I can't keep doing this. I can't keep kissing you and hoping that after sex you'll stay when every time you run after I try to get closer to you. I love you so fucking much and it's killing me that I can't seem to get you to come back to me no matter how hard I try. I just want you and-"

I cut him off kissing him again.

    "You have me, Yoongi. I'm yours, I won't fight it anymore." He watched me with furrowed brows before a glimmer flickered through his eyes.

    "Alex please don't tell me things you don't mean." He groaned and threw his head back and closed his eyes.

    "I mean it. I love you, Yoongi. I've never stopped loving you." Yoongi's eyes snapped open. He stared at the girl he loved so much it hurt. He was waiting for a "but" and yet it never came. She just stood there holding his face in her hands, her eye's glistening with unfallen tears and he realized she was really going to him another chance. His lips crashed into hers and he yanked Alex forward onto his lap. She didn't resist him anymore just let him give her all of his love while she returned the feelings.

    "Yoongi, we can't, not here."

    "Shut up and just kiss me, Alex." I smiled as his lips reconnected and his hands encircled my waist lifting me as he stood from the chair. Yoongi rushed us into our shared room and away from where we could be interrupted.

"I love you, Alex. I'll never stop loving you."

"Finally back home!" I breathed in Korea air as we stepped out of the airport.

    "Kitten, I'm so glad you're enjoying your reunion with home soil but if you don't get your ass in that van so we can go home I'll tell the driver to leave you here." Yoongi smiled at me but it was more of a warning. Someone is grumpy today. I stuck my tongue out at him and climbed in past two of the boys to the window seat.

There was a crowd blocking the doors at the front of BigHit. Word of everyone coming back from vacation today spread and it seemed everyone was excited for the guys to be back. All of BTS stepped out one by one and smiled and waved as they posed for pictures for everyone.

    "Jungkookie oppa!"

    "I'm not your oppa!" I laughed as Jungkook yelled back at the fan with a smile on his face.

    "We missed you!"

    "We love you!"

    "Will you cook for me Jin-ah?"

    "Yoongi marry me!"

Different fans were yelling different things causing all the guys to laugh.

    "Sorry ARMY but my heart belongs to only one person!" Yoongi yelled back as he turned to look at me sending butterflies through my body. I caught his hand that he held out for me as I bowed to all the fans.

    "It's okay I know ARMY had your heart first."

    "Actually if I remember correctly you had my heart first back in college back when we were performing underground and in our friends club." The crowd awwed at me and Yoongi 'bickering' back and forth.

    "Yora!"

    "Yora!"

    "Yora!"

    The chanting grew loud as we headed inside the building not wanting to keep the boys manager too long.

    "I guess the hate has died down alot. I didn't see or hear a single person against your relationship. And by the looks of it you two aren't against it either now." Namjoon raised a brow at our intertwined hands that were usually separated once inside.

     "I was never against it. But miss stubborn didn't want to give me a second chance until the last night of vacation."

    "Yah!" Turning to slap Yoongi he caught my wrists and gave me a gummy smile before pecking my lips and continuing to the meeting room.

    "Ugh they're gonna be all lovey dovey again like in college. I'm gonna puke." Jimin groaned a dragged his feet as we all followed to the meeting room to discuss the upcoming schedules before heading home for some much needed rest.

    "Welcome home guys and Bora!" Bang pd was as lively as ever. He opened his arms wide as if expecting everyone to hug him all at once. The men snickered and gave a few short bows, only Kook and Namjoon gave side hugs which Bang greatly excepted.

     "So." With a loud clap of his hands he started the meeting.

     "I have a proposition for Ms. Moon here before we get into BTSs schedule." My ears perked, not expecting to hear my name at all during this meeting.

    "After discussing with the board we all agree that your talents are being greatly wasted on these heathens." Rolling eyes and chuckles could be heard but Yoongi watched carefully not fully trusting where this was going as it wasn't brought to his attention beforehand.

    "We wanted to extend your contract with us into modeling contract. You're definitely too good to be a simple manager. I believe this opportunity could be a good one for both of us." Bang pd smiled brightly and I briefly weighed the options. On one hand I have been feeling bored with just running errands. On the other modeling was exhausting sometimes.

    "You mean this would be a good opportunity for you to gain more revenue." The room grew silent at Yoongis curt remark. Staring him down his face was blank with a hint of agitation to it.

Bang sighed and turned his attention towards the clearly irked male.

    "Min Yoongi you and the rest of the boys both know I care about you all. This isn't about money. I actually received an anonymous call while you were gone that Alexs talents were being wasted and that if I didn't let your potential loose you would go back to JYP." At that the boys all turned to me shocked.

    "Were you planning on leaving Alex?" Jin looked a tad hurt at the accusation while I sat confused.

    "I haven't contacted the company since I left. I don't know who called you but I have no plans on leaving this company. On leaving the guys. If it makes you feel more secure about my position here I'll take the modeling contract, I've been feeling a bit useless as of late anyways." Mumbling the last bit the guys all let out breaths and it hurt a bit knowing that they all thought I would ditch them so easily. Once the meeting ended we all piled into a van to head back to the house. Yoongi sat flush against my side. He didn't say anything but I could tell through his stony demeanor that he was just as scared as the others. I carded my fingers through his as we rode in silence the rest of the way home.

    The next two months had been filled with flashing cameras and heaps of clothing. Despite my new position at the company I seen the boys just as much as before. It seemed like Bang had scheduled my shoots at the same times as their dance practices and busy days to keep me and Yoongi close. I wondered if our CEO had ulterior motives for wanting Yoongi and I to start a fake relationship in the first place. He definitely seemed team Yora.

    "Bora! Outfit change, 10 minutes!" A crew member tossed me a new outfit as I ran behind the curtain to change. The girls on the stylist crew helping me in and out of clothes with efficiency. The photoshoot was one of the biggest I had ever done, Korean Vogue had been enthusiastic about me being on the cover if their newest issue. The only unpleasant thing was the theme. Their summer issue was about to drop so bathing suits were all the rage right now.

    One if the stylists tightly tied the crisscrossing strings that cascaded down my back and I fiddled with the small skirt that sat on my hip that just barely grazed the tops of my butt. So much skin. I groaned internally.

    "Stand by! 1 minute." I followed the photographers orders as I poses ever which way. A noise to my right took my focus and I turned right as the picture snapped to see you boys, all sweaty from practice, entering the room to see if i was finished. They all hushed as the photographer groaned and pulled back my focus.

    "Stand by! We're changing tactics! Bora lie back on the towel for me!" He hurried over to me with his handheld as I did as I was told. He barked orders at the crew as they helped position me. Light sand was sprinkles over my body as was some water droplets to give me a more lightly sweaty look. One of the girls had hiked the skirt higher on one side as I was told to turn slightly over so that the curve of my butt was just visible in a tantalizing way. Ugh this was so uncomfortable please tell me the guys left.

Yoongi POV

    "Are you going to see if Alex is done?" Namjoon teased as I quickly tried to leave the practice room. I rolled my tongue against the inside of my cheek as I realized how fucking whipped I really was.

    "Come on hyung lets go get noona. She promised me dinner."

    "Is food all you think about kook?"

    "Yes." The maknae answered without hesitation and a wide smile. Rolling my eyes we all made our way a couple of rooms down where I knew Vogue had set up their equipment earlier. Proud was an understatement for what I felt for her nailing such a role. But as we walked in the room and seen the photoshoot still going my blood boiled at the sight. Alex was perched on her knees with a beachball in her hand in barely any clothing. A swimsuit cover? Why did they choose something so revealing. I wanted to usher the guys out of the room but I stood rooted to my spot as the photographer ordered her to lay back. I watched gaining more steam as they positioned her in a sensual pose on a beach towel. From our angle we had a perfect view of her ass and her tattoo as she focused back on her job. My erection kept growing but so did my jealousy as I realized these pictures would most likely make the cover and the world would see her practically naked.

    "Alright thats a wrap! Bora it was a pleasure working with you." They both bowed as Alex disappeared behind a curtain and a crew of girls helped her out of her outfit. The thin screen doing nothing for the shadow of her body that danced around it. You couldn't actually see her but someone was dumb enough to stick a stage light by the curtain so the outline of her body was visible and you could see her stripping and slowly pulling on her set of clothes she arrived in.

    "Shit." I heard a curse behind me and turned angrily knowing it came from one if the guys. But much to my dismay they had all watched the show and it could have came out of any of their mouths.

    "Hey! Sorry the shoot took longer than-" I immediately pulled her into me attacking her mouth with mine with haste and need. A part of me severely turned on and another wanting to remind everyone in the room who she belonged to. A cough behind me pulled us away from each other as I gazed down at her flushed face. I nipped at her ear before ushering her out if the room with the guys following silently.

Yoongi POV 

    I tried not to show how upset I was on the way home but I'm sure everyone noticed.

    "Yoongs are you okay?" Alex sounded nervous. Like she was scared of me snapping at her. I turned my head to stare at her but the only thing that went through my head was punishment. The van slid to a stop and everyone filed out. Gripping her wrist I tugged her past everyone and up the stairs to my room.

    "Yoongi, what are you doing?" I couldn't help the anger and jealousy that flared up at the thought of those pictures. It was a conflicting feeling, being pissed and horny at the same time. Alex stood there in the middle of the room her hands clutched together as she watched me attempting to collect my breath.

    "Is this about the photoshoot? I didn't want to do it but it's great exposure and-" I couldn't take it anymore. Picking her up and throwing her onto the bed I watched her eyes widen as she bounced a bit on the mattress.

    "Do you think I like the thought of the whole world seeing my girl basically naked?" She shook her head.

    "Do you think I like feeling jealous?" No again.

    "Then why do you always manage to get yourself in situations that make me want to punish you?" Silence. Her silence drove me mad. Crashing my lips to hers my hands wound their way around her wrists pinning them to the bed. Roughly nipping at her bottom lip I shifted so I was between her legs. Her moan an indication that she could feel the effect she had on me, not that she needed a reminder. Our tongues fought for dominance before she whimpered and we detached, my mouth leaving a trail of dark marks down her skin.

    "Yoongi no. I have another shoot in a few days." Her breathless request sent me reeling. I bit down onto the sensitive spot right under her jaw. Her cries were a mix of pain and pleasure though she didn't protest anymore.

    "I don't care what you're doing, everyone will know you're mine. I'll leave marks all over your body so you can never do such a scandalous shoot again." Licking up her neck my hands started to pull down her sweatpants.

    "Ahh Yoongi!" I watched her writhe under me, loving the way my name sounded as she moaned. My thumb played with her clit as I scooted down to attach my mouth onto her womanhood. She tasted so sweet. So pure. So addicting. She was so addicting. My eyes flicked upwards as I watched her back arch off the bed as I sucked on her bundle of nerves and she released on my mouth. I loved it. I loved the way she got off so easily with me.

    "Kitten. This is supposed to be punishment. I'm going to have some fun with you tonight."

    "What kind of punishment?" She attempted to catch her breath as I picked her up and sat her on the floor.

    "Sit still." Pulling off my clothes she obeyed and watched me with lust filled eyes. Her sitting on her knees naked was a sight to behold.

    "Such a good girl." My fingers slid down her cheek to her neck and gripping her chin.

    "Open that pretty mouth for me." She knew what was coming and obeyed silently opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. I gripped my throbbing member and slid it past her tongue into her mouth. Her hands tried to reach up to push me back a bit as she gagged.

    "Ah. No hands. Sit there and take it like a good little slut." She moaned as her eyes rolled back. She did always love being treated like a slut in bed. My hands wound there way in her hair as I pushed in and out of her mouth quick. The sounds of her gags and moans mixed with my heavy breathing.

    "Fuck, Alex you're so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth." My hips stuttered as I neared the edge. I pulled out quickly "keep your mouth open." Alex nodded her head as she leaned back a bit. Pumping myself hard I felt myself releasing and quickly aimed the tip in her mouth. The sight of her mouth filled with my cum made me hard all over again.

    "Swallow. Good kitten. Now come here." I pulled her up and set her on her hands and knees on the bed. Her ass in the air as her hand was making its way to her center.

    "So needy."

    "Please Yoongi I want you in me."

    "Your wish is my command babygirl." Slamming into her, her body went forward slightly. I gripped her hair pulling her head back a bit as I watched myself disappear into her folds.

    "You like that? You like it when I fuck you like a slut?"

    "Fuck, yes!"

    "Want me to treat you like the dirty girl I know you are?"

    "Oh my god please. I'm so close!" Letting go if her hair her head hit the pillow as I slapped her ass a few times earning a moan laced yelp each time.

    "Yoongi I'm gonna come!"

    "Ugh not yet!" I pulled out and flipped her over and slammed back into her.

    "Play with yourself I want to watch." She licked her finger's before sliding them down to her swollen clit.

    "Fuck just like that. Shit you're beautiful." I felt myself nearing the edge again. Just when I thought I'd lose my mind Alex grabbed my wrist with her free hand and set it on her throat. A smirk made its way to my lips as I watched her. Dripping wet, rubbing herself, my hand wrapped around her throat as I fucked her into oblivion. Fuck I was so in love with this woman.

    "I-im cumming!" She screamed out as her whole body shook and clenched around me. The feeling of her releasing on me drove me over the edge.

    "Holy shit!" I moaned as my hips stilled and I came inside of her. I thrusted a fee more times riding us through our orgasms before we both stilled. I leaned forward as our foreheads met. Eyes closed and panting. Her giggles caused me to open my eyes.

    "That was... intense." She laughed as I pulled out and then winced at the cold air. I quickly covered her and lied down beside her wrapping my arms around her.

    "You know I don't actually thing you're a slut right?" She laughed loudly turning to face me, she pecked my lips and pulled back to look at me.

    "For you, I'll be a slut every day."

    "Fuck I love you." I groaned as I captured her lips again. A knock on the door pulled me away from her mouth.

    "Go the fuck away!" I yelled as Alex giggled and buried her face in my chest. Despite my warning the door cracked open and I pulled the blanket higher to cover my girlfriend.

    "I just wanted to make sure you didn't kill her. Alex, you alive darling?" I rolled my eyes at Jin as she popped just her head out from under the covers.

    "Sorry! Yoongi started it!" I feigned shock as Jin laughed.

    "Yoongi always starts it. Fucking nympho!" We laughed at Hobi yelling from the hallway.

    "I'm sorry if you knew how sweet she was in bed you would be insatiable too!" I yelled back as a few heads peeked around the door.

    "Is that an offer? Because I gladly accept!"

    "Get the fuck out Hoseok!" I launched a pillow at the door as it closed.

    "We have got to get our own place." I groaned as I laid back down next to a laughing Alex.

    It had been about 2 months of my modeling career as well as Yoongi and I reconciling. It would be a lie to say that everything has been smooth. His jealousy knows no bounds and neither does my stubbornness but we're making it work. Today we decided it was time to pay our old friend Bam a visit. He is the reason why everyone was able to have a safe outlet back in college.

    The club music is loud as we all stride through the door. People in line groaning as we skip through and the bouncer lets us in.

    "We've been standing here for an hour and those people get to just walk in?"

    "Do you not know who they are?! That's BTS! I think Bora is with them too!"

    "Are you serious?! Omg I will gladly stand here for hours if I can get in and catch a glimpse of them!"

You roll your eyes at the exchange as you make a bee line straight for the bar where no doubt you'll find Bam in the middle of the action.

    "Hey bartender! Could we get some service here?!" Namjoon yells from across the bar. You see Bam scowl and make his way over to us before realizing who stands in front of him.

    "Holy shit why didn't you fuckers tell me you were coming?!" Namjoon and Bam hug before he turns to me.

    "Little Alex I've missed you babe!" Bam picks me up spinning me a bit before setting me down next to a slightly frustrated Yoongi.

    "Yoongs, still as protective as ever. It's good to see you all. It's been what like almost 4 years?"

    "It's good to see you too Bam." Yoongi smiles genuinely before him and Bam hug.

    "Oh my god! Lisa!" You run and hug your old 'mentor' and you both squeal.

    "Still with this nucklehead?" You gesture to a pouting Bam as Lisa nods her head enthusiastically.

    "You guys HAVE to perform. I was about to go back up next but I could do with a break and I would love to see BTS live." She chuckles as she tries to convince the guys to relive the fun college years before they know the conversation is going nowhere.

Bam hops on stage and grabs the mic and signals for everyone to quiet down.

    "We have a special guest for you guys! Back in the day when I owned just a small pub these guys performed on my raggedy makeshift stage for dollar tips. Now they're a big time idol group. Everyone give a welcome to my old friends, BTS!" Screams erupt from everywhere and I have to clutch my ears as I scan the crowd. Everyone's phone are out, screaming and women crying. Some fixing their makeup and pulling their clothes down to show more skin and holy shit I think that girl just fainted.

    "Hi everyone! We are BTS!" They all bow and get into position. From the beginning beat and their positions on stage I know they're performing Run BTS. One of my favorites. I sing and dance along in the crowd as I watch my best friends and enigmatic boyfriend perform. They give their all despite it being a club instead of a legit concert and I feel an overwhelming sense of pride and love. They perform a couple songs before meeting me back at the bar.

    "Your turn!" Bam picks me up and starts pulling me towards the stage.

    "Oh hell no. Sorry I don't sing anymore. That was a long time ago."

    "Oh come on Alex. You used to love being on stage. I was shocked you didn't try to become an idol instead of modeling. You're a natural up on stage." Lisa is trying to pull me towards the stage as I flash a 'help me' look at the guys.

    "I would like to hear the beautiful voice. It's been a long time since I heard you sing."

    "Not helping Yoongi! I probably suck now it's been years." I sigh.

    "With the range on your voice and the way it carried that was too natural for it to just stop. Get your ass on that stage now before I pull you up there myself." Bam stomps his foot and points to the stage. Defeated I sigh and walk around the side up the steps. The moment I walk up to the mic in the spotlight cheers and screams erupt. Sometimes I forget people know who I am. Fear creeps up my spine as I look out at everyone's hopeful eyes. When did I develop stage fright? Taking a deep breath I pick the mic up off its stand and wave.

    "Hi everyone! I'm Bora Moon." I wince as people cheer but I can't stop the smile that spreads on my face.

    "I used to sing here back in the day some regulars might remember me before my career took off." Some yells were heard throughout signaling some of the long time customers who have seen you perform.

    "Ill shut up talking now. I hope everyone has a good night." I take a few steps back from the mic stand breathing deep. I tell the band what song I want to play and they start right as I make my way to the spotlight. I watch the guys faces as the music starts and Jimin is the first to recognize it. The younger man starts jumping up and down eyes wide as he pats Namjoons arms smiling ear to ear.

Tell me

With your sweet smile

Tell me

Tell me like you're whispering in my ear

Don't be like a prey

Smooth like a like a snake

I want to get away

All of the guys cheer along with everyone. Yoongi whistle's loudly as he watches his girl on stage where, in his opinion, is where she belongs.

Caught in a lie

Find the me that was pure

I can't be free from this lie

Give me back my smile

Caught in a lie

Pull me from this hell

I can't be free from this pain

Save me, I am being punished

Jimins song was the first thing that popped in my head to test if I still had range. I would be lying if I said that being on stage didn't make me question my life choices. Maybe I should have worked harder for what I wanted.

Making my way back to the guys by the bar nobody said a word.

    "What? Was it that bad? I told you guys I haven't done that in awhile!" I stomped my foot sulking as I took a seat at the bar.

    My chair spun around and I was face to face with Yoongi. Both hands on either side of me as he leaned against the bar looking into my eyes.

    "What?" I questioned, his stare was unreadable and it unnerved me a bit.

    "Yoongi what? You're making me nervous you know I don't like when you-" his lips pressed to mine catching me off guard. Before I could even respond he pulled away.

    "I forgot how good you look on stage. You're so beautiful. So talented." He whispered.

    "Shut up Yoongs." Blushing I buried my face in his chest trying to shake the shyness.

    "My girl is perfect." He whispered again.

    Word had spread and it spread fast. After the club videos of me and BTS circulated all around the world. Most were excited about a "private concert" but the rest were buzzing about me.

"Model Moon Bora seen at Club GOT7 singing. Videos show the girlfriend of Min Yoongi of BTS is more than just a pretty face."

    The headlines were alive with news of your now public talent. Yoongi and the rest of the guys had been acting strange. I thought it was because of the headlines but none of them were bad. Walking into the kitchen Yoongi, Jungkook, Namjoon and Jin were leaning on the table whispering to each other.

    "Do you think this is right?"

    "What do you mean is it right?"

    "Like do you think I should be doing this?"

    "Yoongi, you've been wanting to do this since the beginning."

    "No I haven't!"

    "Shut up, you've never been like this with anyone we know you better than you know yourself."

    "We're getting off topic. Is it too much? Too early?"

    "No I think now is a good time. Our career has reached its peak and hers is in a good place."

Her?

    "I'm terrified she already rej-"

    "What are you guys doing?" Everyone froze at the female voice in the entrance.

Namjoon was quick to scramble and collect everything that was laid out on the table before you could see anything.

    "What are you idiots hiding?" Yoongi came towards me lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around him and pouted. He looked nervous?

    "Yoongi what are you doing? Don't distract me I want in on the secret."

    "You really wanna know?" He teased.

    "Yeah you know I hate being in the dark about stuff." The statement took the couple back to college. Back to their breakup and misunderstanding. Yoongis brows furrowed.

    "I love you Alex I promise I'll tell you later what it is. For now though I want you to go get ready. I believe we have a show to attend for tonight." He kissed my lips before setting me back in the floor.

    "Yeah yeah whatever." He smacked my ass as I ran to start get the ready.

    After a few hours everyone was looking their best. The guys all had been planned a small concert before they went on a much needed break. I'm just going for support. I stood in front of the crowd. A barricade behind me separating the fans from me and few other celebrities that were in attendance. The guys were all about to go on stage to perform. They wouldn't tell me what songs they would perform though. Apparently it was a surprise.

    I clapped along with everyone else as the lights dimmed and the stage rose. Boy With Luv plays and everyone screamed.

From the moment I met you, ya, my life was all you, ya

You're the star that turns ordinaries into extraordinaries, oh yeah

One after another ay, ay, everything is special ay, ay

The things you're interested in, the way you walk or talk, and every little trivial habit of yours

    Yoongi watches me the entire verse bringing a heat to my face. Why did he have to be so damn attractive. The song ends as everyone cheers.

    "Is everyone enjoying their time tonight?" Namjoon yells in the mic.

    "Our Yoongi-ah has something he would like to say." Jin passes the mic to a flustered looking Yoongi and you can't help but giggle. Not even comprehending what was truly happening.

    "I wanted to thank everyone that has supported us. All of our friends and family that never gave up but most importantly Bora. My beautiful violet eyed girlfriend who helped us without even realizing it. She was our rock in college and still is now. Alex, can you come up here for a second." My smile fell as I confusedly climbed the small steps to the stage. That's alot of eyes on me.

    "Army isn't my girl pretty?" Yoongi smiled as the crowd screamed at his question.

    "Yoongi what are you doing?" He ignored my question as he held my hand.

    "I need everyone's help with something. In a minute all of the lights will turn off and I want everyone to keep their Army bombs in the air for me. Readyyy? Now!" The stage went dark as every light shut off and for a second it was dark. All of a sudden everyone's army bomb changed colors and in big bright purple light letters read in the crowd.

Will you marry me?

    Is this happening? A single stage light turned on and I turned wide eyed to find Yoongi knelt down on one knee staring up at me. He was shaking slightly as I covered my mouth with my hand. Oh god this is happening.

    "I know we've had our differences in the last. And I can't promise that everything will be perfect from now on. But I can promise that no matter what I'll always love you. I know I've asked this before and the timing was terrible but I'm hoping I got it right this time. You've told me no in the past but the present and the future is all that matters. Alex. Bora. My little purple moon. Would you make me the happiest person alive and marry me? I promise to take care of you and spoil you till the end of time." Tears clouded my vision as the entire stadium screamed. Someone had started a chant and everyone was going along with it.

"Say yes"

"Say yes"

"Say yes"

    "Look at me." I heard Yoongis voice, the mic at his side as held my hands and the ring he had previously proposed with.

    "It's just you and me. You don't have to feel pressured to say yes. But I promise with my heart and soul that I will never and I mean never hurt you or lie to you about anything ever again. You make me a better man and I love you with my body heart and soul to death." He whispered caressing the back of my hand. Reality finally clicked in.

    "Oh Yoongi..." I sobbed as his eyes fell. He was terrified.

    "Of course I'll marry you you big idiot." His eyes went wide as he looked back up at me as if he had imagined the words.

     "Can I have my ring now?" I choked out a sob and laugh at the same time. His gummy smile the biggest I've ever seen it as he slipped the ring onto my finger and left his place in the floor scooping me up in his arms.

    "She said yes!" The guys all sang through their mics as the crowd somehow got louder but I could only see him.

    "Min Bora. Sounds nice doesn't it?" I could only nod my head as I kissed him. Our tears mixing together as he held me in his arms. My sadness and my happiness. Found through the color I had previously hated the most in this world. Now my favorite color as it represented him. My love my everything. My Min Yoongi.

[victoriously-regal]

"It's not fair, Robin. Our story was so short." "Doesn't make it any less epic."

| OUTLAWQUEEN KISSES | ONCE UPON A TIME |

| 3x19 | 4x08 | 4x11 | 7x22 |

[victoriously-regal]

I AM GONNA CRY

play the moments. pause the memories. stop the pain. replay the happiness. (Insp.)

[loveisactivated]

PARK JIHOON as YEON SIEUN

[seandorothy]

Who are those guys behind you? My friends. That’s awesome.

[unpersoniverse]

I saw a tweet that said Korra's only a softie around Asami and one thing led to another...

[victoriously-regal]

MOTHERFUCKERS, I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH THE SEASON 5 WRITERS.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS WAS THE LONGEST OUTLAWQUEEN-CENTRIC SCENE IN THE WHOLE OF SEASON 5 (WHICH I WILL POINT OUT- HAS THEM PROMISING UNDYING LOYALTY TO EACH OTHER), ONLY FOR THE RELATIONSHIP TO THEN BE DESTROYED LITERALLY 5 MINUTES LATER?!?!?!?!

Regina Mills & Robin Hood Once Upon A Time, 5x21 Last Rites

[rooks-dagger]

It's my city. Our city. I need to be in Minrathous.

[skunkes]

i loooove when ocs unrealized development makes them feel like real people like no i dont know whether talon is genuinely attracted to women after years of both clinging to them for safety and years of putting them onto that untouchable idealized Perfect Protector Pedestal that must remain untainted by any bad experiences, so he doesn't even try to Be With any. He doesn't know either

[victoriously-regal]

GASPPP THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME

uuuhhhh.... are there any oq fans still out there in the void??? bout to watch 5x21 in our rewatch, and you know what? I think it might be ok this time hahahahahahaha

[loumauve]

in other news: doctors (of the psychiatric variety) and therapists love me. got invited to participate in yet another study lol

[victoriously-regal]

Them being each other's bar competition omg-SOMEBODY FIC THIS RIGHT TF NOW!!!!!

I just realised it is canon the Robin and Regina have each owned their own tavern/bar and for some reason the parallel just melts my heart.

Anyone else thinking what I’m thinking…

Outlaw Queen bar tender AU 👀