#Driving the Road to Hana

[hanniebaeee]

Always You

Best friend's brother Lee Know x fem!reader

Warning: Just a bit of kissing.

Summary: You're in trouble and the first person you call is your best friend's brother, Minho.

Genre: fluff

Minho sat scrolling absent-mindedly through his phone as a movie played on the TV in the background. He was lonely and everyone he knew seemed to be busy. His best friends are out with their partners. His sister was on a date. He had no idea where you were. He wondered what you were up to. It's been a few weeks since you guys spoke and he missed you.

Placing the phone on his lap, he looked back at the tv and sighed. This is so boring.

He glanced down at his phone as it vibrated on his lap. His heart skipped a beat as your name flashed on the screen. He was quick to grab it, pressing it to his ear.

'Y/N?'

Your breathing wasn't right. You were stuttering and crying and he was on his feet, already moving out of the living room.

'Minho? Minho, oh my god!' You couldn't form words as your sobs took over.

'Y/N, where are you? Are you hurt?' Minho's questions were urgent as he was already out of his apartment, speed walking to his car.

'Minho, I don't know where I am. I'm so scared, can you please come and get me? Please?' You cry and his heart sank.

'Jagi, send me your location and sit tight, yeah? I'm on my way.' Minho said, waiting and looking at your location.

'Are you hurt? What happened?!' He asked, driving - already skipping a red light.

'I fell and I think I twisted my ankle... I'm not even dressed right, Minho. I'm, I'm -'

'It's ok. I'm on my way.' Minho said, trying to console you.

His heart was racing as he sped through to find you. You were his younger sister's best friend. Your family had moved to Korea when you were in middle school and you all grew up together. Being a foreigner had been hard and you did face some level of bullying and racism at school, but Minho and his sister, Hana had been your pillars of support. Minho was fiercely protective over you both and it never channged even as you got older.

You and Hana were still best of friends. Minho had moved out of his family home after college, but he did stay in the same city. You and Hana too worked nearby, so you all met every now and then. It's been a while now, and he couldn't help but feel a flood of emotions course through his body as he thought of you.

Minho has had a soft spot for you for years. Hana teased him endlessly for this. And he was sure that was a little in love with you. He tried his best to ignore these feelings as he didn't want to complicate your relationship. You were one of the nicest persons he knew - you were kind, you were so caring and loyal and above everything, you were always there.

Unknown to Hana, he called you whenever he felt like things were getting out of hand. On his most stressful days, he would ask you to come over, you would share a drink and hold his hand until his calmed down. Nothing more, nothing less. You gave him support. You gave him your time and your presence, no matter when he wanted it. And you never asked for more.

Minho looked at the map and saw that he was close. His eyes fell on your shivering form at the side of a secluded road. Stopping the car, he was out in an instant, making his way over to you.

'Y/N!'

Your head snapped up and you were crying harder at the sight of him. He was on his knees in front of you, hugging you tightly. Pulling back, he checked you for any injuries and then he saw you swollen ankle. You wore a navy blue sequined dress that fell to your mid thigh and heels - you never liked heels. You were way too clumsy on them. You shivered and Minho quickly draped his jacket over your exposed shoulders before helping you stand. You wince in pain and said, 'I don't think I can walk, Minho. I'm so sorry, I can't-'

You weren't even done talking, when he picked you up bridal style, making you gasp. After helping you into the passenger seat safely, Minho was driving again.

'What happened?' He asked.

'I had a fight with Lisa. She dragged me to a party and tried to set me up with her friend. She said some really mean things when I refused, she kinda forced me and...I said I wanted to go home, she agreed to drive, but then, ditched me in the middle of the road. We fought again and she kinda pushed me. These stupid heels-'

'What kind of friends do you keep Y/N?!' Minho scolded, glaring at you. 'Why wasn't Hana aware of this?'

'Hana had plans, I didn't want to bother her' You said sadly.

'Its just a date Y/N. You always come first.' Minho said.

'Im sorry Minho. My dad is out of town and if my parents ever knew, they would never let me out of the house again. You know them... Yours was the only face that came to my mind when -' You pull at your dress self-consciously, trying to cover your thighs as much as possible.

You fall silent and Minho looks at you for a second before his eyes are back on the road. His heart fluttered at the thought. He was the only one you thought of. He placed a hand on your knee, patting gently.

'I'm sorry i got mad. I was so worried when you called crying. I don't even know how I got here.' Minho said with a sigh. 'How does the ankle feel?'

'It's ok, Lino.' You said, and smile as you see a small smile on his face. 'My ankle hurts though.'

He takes you straight to the emergency room, where you get your ankle looked at and bandaged. He carried you to the car even though you told him a hundred times that you can just take a wheelchair. Then he takes you to his apartment, and orders some food.

You sit on his sofa, watching him plate up the food and hand your plate to you. You eat in silence, his eyes not leaving you.

'What?' You ask, feeling the heat creep up your neck.

'Why was Lisa trying to set you up with some random guy?' Minho asked, eyebrows furrowed.

'She's like that. She thinks I don't date anyone 'coz I can't get a date on my own.' You said, chewing on your food. 'She can't wrap her head around the fact that maybe I don't want to, you know.'

'Why don't you want to?' Minho asked, keeping his plate on the coffee table and turning to face you.

'I just-' You contemplate whether it's safe to say the truth or not. 'Lino, you know why.'

'I do?' Minho asked, and you know he does. He just didn't want to acknowledge anything.

'Don't you?' You ask, tilting your head in question. 'After all this time?'

'I need to hear you say it.' Minho said, moving closer.

'Why won't you say it?' You ask, your heart hurting at his avoidance. 'Don't I come running anytime you need me? I'm always here aren't I? You've always known. Since high school, Lino.'

'Y/N-'

'Don't tell me that you don't think about that camping trip. If you pretend that it didn't happen, it won't go away.' You say, tears blurring your vision.

You were in your first year of college and you had gone on a camping trip with Hana and Minho. The siblings went on to fight throughout the day and by nighttime, Hana refused to even sleep in the same tent. But they literally had no other option, so you offered to sleep in the middle to which they reluctantly agreed. Late into night, you heard sniffling and turned to face Minho, who was in tears.

'Lino, what happened?' You whispered, moving closer to him.

'Hana thinks I'm not a good brother. My father thinks I'm not a good son. Im just a fucking failure-'

'Yah, what are you even talking about?!' You asked, pulling your hand out from under your blanket to wipe at his tears. 'Hana just wanted to win the fight. You know that.'

'They keep doing this. They keep telling me I'm not good enough!'

'Lino, you're good enough. More than good actually. People say mean things just to ruffle you when you're right. I'm sure they don't even mean it. Don't you trust me?' You asked, cupping his cheek with your hand. 'You're the best.'

Minho wiped the tears off his face and opened his arms.

'Can we cuddle?' He asked. 'Please?'

You stare at him, surprised. You've never done this before. But you nod and settle underneath his blanket, your back presses to his chest. He makes a cocoon with the blanket around you, his arms tight around you. Sleep comes almost immediately in his warm embrace. But late into the night, you turn around in your sleep, and open your eyes as your nose touched his.

He opens his eyes too, both your faces so close - noses touching, lips so so close. His eyes drop to your lips and his arms around you tighten, pulling you as close as humanly possible. You let it happen - his lips are so soft and warm and gentle on yours.

'It's so fucking hot!' Hana's loud voice had you both jumping apart. Minho turned to the other side, breathing heavily and you remained silent as Hana sat up and tossed her jumper to the side. The next morning, the siblings apologized and made up. You and Minho never spoke of this incident after that day. But you both knew that deep down, you were both in love.

'I was afraid' Minho said, slowly. 'I didn't even know if you wanted to kiss me back. I felt like I had just done it and you didn't even have a chance to push me away. And then Hana woke up and-'

'You're an idiot if you thought I didn't want that.' You said, shaking your head. 'If I felt violated that day, I won't be here every time you wanted my company, Minho.'

Minho nodded and sighed.

'I don't want to ruin anything, Y/N. Hana loves you a lot and I can't-'

'Hana knows that I like you, you pabo.' You said and he stared at you like you had sprouted horns.

'She doesn't mind, does she?.' Minho said.

'Oh no, she loves the idea of us together.' You said, wanting to laugh at how clueless he could be sometimes.

'Why do you both always torture me like this?' Minho asked, running a hand over his face.

'Because you think you're too rough and tough, but you're just a cute little idiot.'

'Right. Good reason to torture someone.'

You shrug.

'So, what happens now?' You ask.

Minho looked at you, and his mind and heart were both very clear about one thing - he wasn't going to let you slip out of his hands again. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

'I'm gonna love you. We have wasted a lot of time, baby. I'm not gonna sit here and waste anymore.'

Your eyes shine with happy tears as he hugs you and kisses you.

'I love you, Lino.' You mumbled against his neck. 'Never letting you go.'

'I love you more, jagi' he said, placing little kisses on the top of your head. He carries you to his bedroom and helps you get changed into some of Hana's pyjamas. You couldn't help but smile as he climbed into bed and settled down beside you. He kissed you more until you were both too tired and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Hana: Why didn't you call me?!

Hana: wtf Y/N!

Hana: where the hell are you?!

Y/N: yah, calm down

Y/N: I'm ok, at Lino's now

Hana: what are you doing there this early in the morning?

Hana: Y/N L/N

Y/N: Hana please

Hana: Did you guys talk?? Did you guys...?

Hana: Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes

Y/N: HANA.

Hana: where is that pabo

Y/N: sleeping

Hana: together, I hope

Hana: ew ew ew

Y/N: shut up

Y/N: are you coming over?

Hana: Sure. Be decent please.

Hana: Don't be gross in front of me.

Y/N: We'll be gross. Don't come - your brother.

Y/N: go away

Hana: oh my god, ew

Hana: disgusting

Hana: 🤢🤮

Y/N: be here for breakfast

Hana: You're mine first. Don't forget.

Y/N: of course

Y/N: love you❤

Hana: love you more ❤

a/n : I haven't done this in a long time and I'm soo happy to be writing again! I have like 9000 things in my drafts rn 😭 Feedback is much appreciated❤

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A/N ♕ This is gaudy as shit and I don't care. Idk. There may be inconsistencies with the story, so, sorry. I've been working on this all day. 8 pages on Google Docs so you're in for a read. Good stuff starts at page 3 (mind you, this is from Google Docs perspective.) I read, reread, rereread, rerereread, rererereread .... until I couldn't. This is a little headcanon-y and a little fic-y. It's just what I was feeling. I know you know what to do if there's anything horribly wrong. For real, though. This is so fucking long I never want to see my laptop again.

C/W ♕ Unprotected P->V, F->M & M->F Oral, M->eating his cum (sorta) from F, kinda rough sex but they like it. I'm so brain dead right now that I can't remember everything. Soft broken Hanma eventually. I like you, no shit? I like you too. Kiss kiss. Snooze snooze. Happy happy.

Funsies ♕ A link of the playlist I made while I was writing this in case anyone wants to check it out. I don't think the read will exhaust the playlist so pick any song you want and it should, theoretically work at any point?

WC ♕ 3,915 (ISH - I change things once I get it here on Tumblr, but it's around that.

♕ You'll never forget the first time you rode on the back of Hanma's bike with him.

♕ He wasn't really keen on the idea of taking you home. You weren't even his responsibility.

♕ But it was a favor for one of his captains.

♕ Hanma put his helmet on you, tightening the strap under your chin carefully so he wouldn't pinch your delicate skin.

♕ He was so pissed when he noticed how pretty your eyes were, staring so intently back into his. He had to shake himself out of the distraction.

♕ "You're not wearing a helmet, Shuji?" You asked.

♕ "This's the only one I have, obviously. And you're going to wear it, got it?" He was so adamant about that.

♕ He got you settled in the helmet and threw his leg over his bike. Looking at you impatiently, waiting for you to get on, he put his hand out and you took it.

♕ You hopped on behind him and wrapped your arms around his straight waistline. And you're not sure if your heart skipped a beat because you were so nervous about being on the back of a motorcycle with him for the first time or if it was how you felt with your cheek pressed to his back

♕ He also noticed how nice your arms felt wrapped around him. He turned his head before he took off and told you you'd better hold on tighter, he doesn't drive like a 30 year old.

♕ Hanma thought he turned his head enough from your line of vision before he smiled. But you saw it.

♕ So you did what he asked and squeezed him tighter, pressing your chest harder against his back.

♕ He started the engine and the vibrations sent shockwaves throughout your cunt body like you've never experienced.

♕ Both you and Hanma thought it wasn't possible for you to get any closer to him, but you both somehow managed to impress the other.

♕ He was at a stoplight about 3 blocks from your house and he reached back to give your thigh a little pat.

♕ "Hold on to me, hana. I'm gonna go like hell when I see that light turn green."

♕ His hand stayed on your thigh even after he took off. Stayed there for so long, actually, that you were getting concerned about the upcoming turn in the road. But he pulled his hand forward just in time to take it with ease.

♕ The wind against your face that carried his scent - which you could NOT place, (Sandlewood? Cedar? It was DELICIOUS to say the least) was starting to make you feel drunk.

♕ You could just barely hear the music playing through the small (but strangely loud) speakers --- Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away), Deftones. You had heard the song before and liked it but now it held a certain heaviness over you. Everything about this moment felt right. The night was warm. The stars were out.

♕ How the fuck had you not realized this before?

♕ Hanma is ... he's fucking sexy.

♕ He pulled up to your place and he stopped the bike, letting it idle while sitting in your driveway.

♕ "Ok, you have arrived at your destination. You're welcome, for the ride of your life." He seemed a little more lighthearted now than when he first was roped into taking you home.

♕ "Yeah. Yeah, thanks. Um, thanks. Do you - maybe ... want some ..." you just couldn't fucking talk. He looked so handsome in the soft yellow lights that lined the street.

♕ "You got some food? I could eat, yeah." He kicked the bike stand out and turned it off and reached up to remove his helmet from your head.

♕ If he missed the blush that washed over your face he'd have to be a blind man. But you noticed a faint smile on him, too. So you think he caught it.

♕ "What do you feel like? I just went shopping and I'm fully stocked." You stood with your back to him, he was in the living room looking around at the shit you had all over your walls. Weird art that made him feel things. Stuff he's never thought himself capable of feeling - not bad things, either. But new things.

♕ And you felt comfortable with all of this. Knowing he was in another room than you. Except, he wasn't in the living room anymore. He was right fucking behind you. You stopped to look up into the cupboard you stood in front of to see what was there, if it was easy and quick to fix up.

♕ He reached out and traced the curve of your waist and leaned in, putting his face to the back of your head. "You going to feed me, y/n?"

♕ Your first thought was who's going to perform CPR on your right now because you're about to die. His breath was so hot on the back of your neck you were able to document the time that your heart actually stopped beating for a second.

♕ Hanma put his hands on your shoulders and ran them down your arms. When he got to your wrists, he pulled them behind your back more roughly than you've ever been touched by any man before.

♕ And he's so much taller than you, so he has to bend over so he can talk right into your ear.

♕ "I'm sure it's ready for me to eat right now. Not much prep is going to be required. I guess, in a way, you could almost call it fast food?" He yanked you so you were standing up straight and your back was flush with his front.

♕ You didn't know what to do with your hands so you just left them where he placed them. He had his free hand back on your waist, squeezing and exploring.

♕ "I don't think I've ever wanted something so bad as I do right now, hana." He said, letting his fingers dip lower and lower. You threw your head back and it fit into the dip between his neck and shoulder.

♕ You couldn't help but think he was such a fucking gentleman, waiting for your permission before he took anything. You leaned back against his chest and turned your head to kiss him. "Then take ... take it. Take what you want, Shuji. Take it all."

♕ Hanma's hand went back up to your throat and squeezed just enough to make you gasp.

♕ He leaned around and pressed his mouth to the corners of your lips, teasing you into giving yourself fully over to the kiss and sliding his tongue down your jawline to your neck. Ending up at your ear once more.

♕ "Good girl, hana. You're so wet for me right now, I can fucking smell it. Tell me what you want me to take. Hm? You want me to take you? You're going to be so good for me. Or maybe not? Maybe you're just going to be a nasty ... little ... bitch. I think I'd like to see that. This sweet girl act you put on. I've seen you walking around like you're just the best thing around here. Well? You going to prove that to me, hana? Huh?" He said, his voice dropping an octave as he ran his hand down your stomach and dipped his fingers into your panties.

♕ He moaned into your ear, "Oh fuck, hana. You're dripping for me. I'm going to fucking ruin you."

♕ He turned you around more roughly than he had to and hoisted you onto the counter, yanking your pants down and kneeling down before you, inhaling your scent. Deeply.

♕ Hanma looked up at you with such fire in his eyes, you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He traced his finger over your pussy, feeling your wetness before leaning forward and dragging his tongue over the same invisible line his finger forged on your trembling skin.

♕ You arched your back and gasped as he brushed his lips against your thighs. You could feel how heavy his breathing had gotten. He pushed one finger passed your folds, then two, and you could feel yourself tightening around him.

♕ "Shu, f-fuck. Please, I need ... I need ..."

♕ He looked up at you with his eyebrows raised. "What do you need, hana. Use your words."

♕ You reached down and grabbed him by the ears, pulling him up to your face. "I ... fuck me, Shuji." You kissed him, tasting yourself on him.

♕ Hanma didn't waste a second. He pulled you off the counter and dragged you into your bedroom. You turned around and yanked at his belt buckle, pulling it from the loops all at once and threw it across the room, unzipping his pants and pulling them down.

♕ He leaned you over the bed, spreading your legs and reaching up to squeeze your ass. You looked back at him, wanting him to fill you up.

♕ Hanma rubbed his tip up and down your slit, teasing you. "Shuji just ... just fuck me."

♕ You were so whiny and needy. It was making him so hard. He wanted to fuck you right then and there. To give you what you were so desperately and metaphorically, on your knees for.

♕ But the sadist in him, found it hard to acknowledge your pleas so soon. He didn't want you to work for this, per se. But he wanted to make good and damn sure you wanted him as much as he wanted you. So what if he had to deny himself instant gratification. The look on your sweet, flushed face was already worth having to drag this out.

♕ "You've been so good for me, hana. I'm going to give you exactly what you need. But I don't want you to come too soon." He said, smirking as he pulled you back to your feet and turned you around, pressing his hands into your shoulders until you were on your knees.

♕ Hanma reached down and pulled his cock out of his boxers and he patted your chin a few times. Urging your mouth to open so he could slap it on your tongue before pushing his tip into your mouth. You let him guide you as you took him down your throat. He kept his eyes on you, watching as you struggled to take him all the way in.

♕ "Fuck, y/n. Look at you. Taking me like a good little slut. I knew you were going to act like a little bitch in heat. Choking down my cock like that." He praised you through gritted teeth. Despite sounding so volatile, it made you feel so good to be used by him this way.

♕ He pulled out of your mouth and pushed you back onto the bed, flipping you over onto your stomach. He pulled your hips up and guided his tip into you, slowly pushing himself in until he was all the way inside you.

♕ Hanma held himself there for a minute, feeling you tighten around him. He started moving again, in and out of you.

♕ You felt like you were on the edge of an orgasm with every thrust. The disgusting way he used you for his own pleasure and the way he spoke to you was driving you mad.

♕ "Shuji, fuck ... I'm gonna cum."

♕ He pulled out and turned you onto your back. He spread your legs apart and leaned over you, pushing himself back inside you and pressing his lips to yours.

♕ "Yeah? How close? How close are you?" He dragged his teeth over your ear and on down to your visibly beating pulse point and left a purple mark in his wake. You clenched up around his cock so hard when he did this that he had to stop moving and pull himself together. "Fuck! Hana! Keep that shit up and this is over. I'm fucking finished."

♕ He thrust into you harder, his balls slapping against your ass wasn't helping you hold off cumming all over him. You felt your orgasm building up inside you. You reached down to rub your clit, but he saw where your fingers were aiming and he brushed your hand aside and started rubbing soft circles on it for you. It made you moan - the most whorish, slutty sound you have ever let out.

♕ It was out of your control at this point. His dick pounding inside of you, hitting all the right spots at all the right times was making you more cock-drunk than you have ever felt. If you could even consider yourself aware of anything other than his golden eyes burning holes into yours and the rise and fall of his hips against your spread legs.

♕ Your cunt swallowed his cock so perfectly. The thought crossed your mind that you were made for each other. But that's ridiculous. Hanma hates you. Right? He didn't even want to take you home. So why, then, is he balls deep inside of you right now. Don't fucking ask, you thought to yourself. Doing any and every little thing you could to stave off your imminent crash.

♕ He could see your eyes start to roll back and he knew what was happening. He pressed his thumb harder against your clit and started circling it faster.

♕ "Cum for me, hana. Show me how much you wanted this, how much you wanted my cock inside of you." He sucked on your nipple as he fucked you. Balancing over you on his left hand, his right hand still trifling with your pulsing clit. You tried to buck up against him for any extra stimulation but he only pulled back. "Aht! I make you cum. You ... you let me. Understand, hana? I ... make ... you ... cum." He growled through his clenched jaw directly into your ear. Punctuating each word with driving his hips harder and harder against you.

♕ You couldn't hold it in anymore. You came so hard and you didn't even care that he was watching you so closely. You let your body relax and gave in to the moment. You'd pretty much checked out mentally, but whatever connection remained between your brain and your body was otherworldly. You felt his cock sliding in and out of your soaked cunt. It was so thick and long. Nothing like you imagined it would be by just looking at his tall, thin frame. (But aren't those guys always the wildcard?) It was all you could focus on.

♕ Hanma was ready to cum, too. He pulled out of you and turned you over onto your stomach again. He slapped his wet cock against your ass before pushing back into your pussy, making you moan into the sheets.

♕ You were still twitching against him. As close as he was to blowing his sticky load of cum inside of you, as hard as his cock was twitching, he was so transfixed by how you felt around him. So fucking hot. So fucking soft. So fucking beautiful. Like a goddamn flower. Your pussy made him think of the most beautiful flower and nothing would ever change his mind about that. (And he would never figure out why - but he wondered if it had to do with the weird art in your living room).

♕ "Fuck, hana. Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! You want me to cum inside this pussy? Want me to cum in my pussy, huh? Yeah? Fuck, cumming so fuck- hard, holy shit. Fuck!" Hanma came with such force, you could feel his cum pouring into you. And soon after, seeping out of you from around his cock still inside of your stretched hole. He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. He didn't want to move, not yet.

♕ And he felt like it should bother him that he was still here with you. Still, physically, a part of you, as much as you were a part of him. But he couldn't think of a single reason why he should leave. Let alone why he'd want to leave.

♕ "Shu, you ... I ... well," you tried to speak but couldn't form a coherent thought just yet. "Um," it was useless. You couldn't think. So you just laid there underneath him. Feeling more and more empty with each passing second as the sadness of this being over filled you instead feeling full from Hanma. It was not a good placeholder for him. It was not feeling nearly as good as he did. And you felt like crying.

♕ Whether because it was just too much for you or it was just nothing to him. What if it were both? Shit. You're starting to cry.

♕ He felt you tremble underneath him and he rolled off of you, turning you over to face him.

♕ "Hey, what's wrong? Hana? Look at me, now. Did I hurt you? Did I do something?" He looked more concerned that irritated. And that's probably what surprised you the most. You tried to hide your face, but he grabbed your chin and pulled you back.

♕ "No, it's ... it's nothing. I just ... it was too much. You were too good." You said, laughing hard through the tears, wholly embarrassed by your generous assessment.

♕ "Oh, what now?" Hanma smiled and kissed you on the forehead. He reached down and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it. "You say I was too good? Were you even here? I mean ... I guess it's impossible for you to feel yourself. But, I guess ... I guess I'm only as good as who I'm with? And, hana," he cupped your face in his rough, slightly grease stained and scarred hand, "you were good, too."

♕ You laughed again, shaking your head. "Don't ... don't be nice to me. I can't handle it. And that's not even ... you don't have to say that to me. I know you don't like me. You can't fucking stand me. I knew all of this when I asked your captain to make you give me a ride. How embarrassing is that. I fucking am so pathetic sometimes." You rubbed your eyes with the heel of your palm. "God. You can go. You don't have to stay. It's alright. I'm ... I'll be ... fine. I always am."

♕ Hanma sat up on his elbow, looking down at you with his brow furrowed. "Hana. I can't believe you're this stupid." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked out into the hallway.

♕ "Shuji! Who the fuck is Hana? And why do you keep calling me that? My name is-" great, now you look sad and insane.

♕ "Chill, crazy. Hana means blossom. And I think, ffffuck. Ithinkyou'reprettylikeaflowerplusyourpussyispretty." His words ran together but you heard every single separate syllable. You're pretty sure you fell in love with him a little bit, too. The fucker.

♕ He leaned over you again, pressing his lips to yours. You moaned against his mouth and reached to grab his cock, but he stopped you. "No. I wanna make you feel good. It's your turn." He kissed your neck and made his way down to your pussy, licking up his own cum that had dripped out of you. You bucked your hips up into his face, reaching down to grab a fistful of his hair.

♕ He looked up at you with wide eyes, smirking. "Hold on, hana. I got you." He sucked your clit between his lips, pressing his tongue against it and making you cry out in pleasure. He pushed two fingers into your pussy and started pumping them in and out of you, hitting your g-spot while he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.

♕ "Fuck, Shu! Fuck me!" You screamed.

♕ He looked up at you with his eyelids still heavy. "That's what I'm trying to do, baby." He said, chuckling. "Just this time, it's with my mouth. Ok? So sit back and enjoy the ride." He leaned back down and continued sucking and licking and pumping you until you couldn't hold on anymore. You came for him, all over his face. And he didn't seem to mind one bit.

♕ He crawled up to you and laid beside you again. You looked over at him and smiled. "You're such an asshole. But I kind of like you."

♕ He leaned over and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on him. Again. "No shit? I've liked you for a while. But I ... hell, I don't know. I guess I thought you were too good for me or something." He put his head against your chest, subconsciously counting the heartbeats coming from your body. "That's usually what people tell me. The guys and stuff. They always give me shit about anyone I like. Except ... except for you. They respect you."

♕ You nodded slowly, spacing out on the chunk of blond hair above his forehead. "Yeah, it helps having a cousin who's a captain. But Shuji, I do. I really do like you. I just wanted you to know that."

♕ Hanma looked up at you with a softness in his eyes you had never seen before. "I know, hana. I know." He kissed you again, pulling the sheet over both of you. He didn't want you to see him get worked up. Not over you. Not emotionally. Not just yet. But he was pretty sure he was starting to fall in love with you. And that was just something he wasn't prepared for. Though he'd have to face up to it. Sooner, rather than later, he thought.

♕ He turned over onto his back and let you snuggle up next to him, throwing your arm over his chest. He closed his eyes, thinking about how much he'd like to do this again. Just like this. Just you.

♕ You reached over and turned off the lamp, laying your head against his chest and simply being in the darkened room with him. It was so easy, you thought. And you hoped it would always be that way, though you knew better than to believe that. Because Hanma was a very complicated man on the outside and inside. And you wanted to be the one who could be there to understand him. The one who could get to know him. The one who could make him laugh and cry and feel any and everything he ever wanted to feel. You wanted to be the one who'd be there to listen to anything he had to say. Softly spoken or screamed out.

♕ And that's all you wanted. To be there for him. And with him. And with him.

♕ "Good night, little hana." He said, pulling you tighter against him.

♕ "Good night, beautiful Shuji." You smiled in the darkness and drifted off to sleep.

♕ And you didn't care how much you'd regret saying it or how much you'd try to deny it. It was true. You were in love with him. And you knew it would be some time before he could admit he felt the same way. But you would give him whatever amount of time he needed.

♕ He hoped he would be worth it. Hanma wasn't necessarily a good man. He has never been called a good man. Never has he ever really felt like one.

♕ But he heard you talking to him in the morning before you got out of bed to fix the coffee. Telling him how you'd be there for him as best you could. No matter what.

♕ He thought to himself that he hoped he'd never disappoint you. No matter what.

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[elryuse]

Hey can u write a story of 5 stepsisters (IZTY) who r obsessed with their younger brother y/n with mommy kinks.

Stuck With The Cold Princesses

ITZY OT 5 X MALE READER

Y/n flinched as a chorus of giggles erupted from the living room. ITZY, the five K-Pop idols who had become his stepsisters just a month ago, were sprawled on the plush rug, a chaotic mess of limbs and laughter. They were a far cry from the cold, aloof stars he'd seen on television. Here, in the sanctuary of their shared home, they were a terrifying whirlwind of possessiveness and affection.

Their arrival had been a shock to his system. Lia, the eldest, with a voice that could melt glaciers and eyes that could freeze them solid, took charge of the kitchen, her playful jabs about his meager appetite laced with a hidden venom. Yeji, the leader, a human algorithm with a heart of barbed wire, meticulously planned his schedule, ensuring every minute was filled with "approved" activities. Ryujin, the brooding rapper, spoke in grunts and glares, but her silent protectiveness was a suffocating cloak around him. Chaeryeong, the quiet dancer, was an enigma, her gaze a pool of swirling emotions that only flickered into life when it landed on Y/n. And Yuna, the maknae, was a whirlwind of sunshine that could turn into a hurricane with a single raised eyebrow.

Their initial hostility, a barrage of snide remarks and playful (or not so playful) shoves, had been a terrifying initiation. But then, the accident happened. A late-night drive back from a concert, slick roads, a missed turn – and the world turned upside down. The car flipped, a sickening screech of metal, and then silence. Y/n, miraculously unscathed, had pulled them from the wreckage, his voice a beacon of calm in the chaos.

That night, huddled together in the sterile hospital room, a horrifying truth emerged. ITZY weren't just a collection of talented idols; they were survivors of a tragedy so profound it had forged an unbreakable bond. Years ago, their parents, a famous musician couple, had perished in a similar car crash. The girls, left alone, had navigated the treacherous world of the entertainment industry together, a fortress built on shared trauma.

The revelation changed everything. The teasing stopped. The playful hostility morphed into a fierce, possessive protectiveness that bordered on obsession. Their new family dynamic was a terrifying masterpiece, painted in shades of control and affection.

Lia, ever the cook, fussed over his meals, her playful jabs about his appetite laced with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. Yeji, the strategist, took charge of his schedule, ensuring his days were filled with activities she deemed "appropriate" – activities that kept him isolated from anyone but themselves. Ryujin, the taciturn one, claimed his bed every night, her silent presence a physical barrier against the outside world.

One afternoon, while walking home from school, Y/n bumped into Hana, a girl from his class. He hadn't realized how starved he was for normal social interaction until her easy smile and gentle conversation ignited a flicker of warmth in his chest. Their conversation, however trivial, felt like a lifeline thrown across a vast ocean of isolation.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, a pair of cold blue eyes watched from a distance. Yeji, ever vigilant, her gaze a predator tracking its prey. Back at home, the atmosphere was thick with a chilling tension. ITZY, usually a cacophony of chatter, sat in unsettling silence. The air crackled with unspoken threats.

"We saw you with Hana today, Y/n," Yeji finally spoke, her voice low and laced with ice.

Y/n felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. "It was nothing, just… talking."

Ryujin slammed her fist on the table, making him flinch. "We don't like her, Y/n. She's not good for you."

Lia, who had always played the voice of reason, purred, a sound devoid of warmth. "Don't worry, darling. We'll take care of it."

The next day, Hana vanished. Y/n, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, searched for her everywhere. The police, notified by her frantic parents, offered little comfort. The girls, their faces devoid of any emotion, simply offered empty platitudes about "missing persons" and the "inefficiency of the authorities."

Days turned into weeks, and a horrifying realization dawned on Y/n. Hana wasn't missing; she'd been silenced. A single red rose, its petals the color of fresh blood, lay on his pillow one night. A chilling note, penned in Chaeryeong's elegant handwriting, accompanied it: "We only want you to be happy, Y/n. And happy people don't need other girls."

His gaze darted to the five girls, their faces illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the window. They weren't the vibrant idols he saw plastered on posters anymore. Their smiles were predatory, their eyes devoid of the playful glint they used to hold. In their place was a terrifying possessiveness that made them look like cornered animals guarding their territory.

Y/n understood then. Their love, born from shared trauma and isolation, was a twisted vine that had suffocated them all. They weren't just his family, they were his captors. The fear that had coiled in his stomach since Hana's disappearance now clawed its way up his throat, choking him with a raw terror.

He tried to reason with them, to appeal to their dwindling humanity, but his words were met with chilling silence. Lia, the once playful cook, spoke in a voice devoid of warmth. "You're safe here, Y/n. You don't need anyone else."

Ryujin, the brooding rapper, materialized beside him, her hand finding his wrist with a bruising grip. "We're all that you need."

Desperate, he pleaded with Chaeryeong, the quiet one who spent hours lost in her art. "Don't you see this isn't right? Hana… what did you do to her?"

Chaeryeong stared at him, her eyes pools of swirling sorrow. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, a stark contrast to the chilling smile playing on Lia's lips. "She made you happy," Chaeryeong whispered, her voice barely audible. "And we can't have that."

Yuna, the maknae, broke the chilling silence with a high-pitched giggle that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. "Don't worry, oppa! We'll make you happy. Forever."

Their twisted affection pressed in on him, a suffocating wall built from fear and devotion. Y/n knew then that escape wasn't an option. He was trapped in their gilded cage, a prisoner of their warped love. Days bled into weeks, and a horrifying routine unfolded.

Gone were the playful interactions. The girls became his constant companions, their possessiveness suffocating. Excursions outside the house were rare, and always under their watchful eyes. Their smiles became strained, their once vibrant personalities dulled by the weight of their actions and the growing paranoia that consumed them.

One night, as Y/n lay awake, staring at the flickering shadows dancing on the ceiling, Ryujin, usually a stoic presence, spoke in a voice thick with raw emotion. "It's getting harder," she confessed, her voice a ragged whisper. "The whispers… the dreams… they're getting louder."

Y/n didn't dare ask about the whispers or the dreams. He knew they were the ghosts of their past, the trauma that bound them together while slowly tearing them apart.

One stormy night, the tension reached a breaking point. Lia, usually the picture of control, broke down, her facade crumbling as she sobbed uncontrollably. Y/n, hesitant at first, reached out and offered a comforting touch.

"We didn't mean to hurt you, Y/n," she cried, her voice cracking with grief. "We just… we just wanted to be happy family again."

Something in her desperation resonated with Y/n. He saw in her the same fear and loneliness that mirrored his own. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to break free. A chance to heal, not just for him, but for them.

"Then let me help you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Let's get help together."

A flicker of hope sparked in Lia's tear-filled eyes, a fragile ember in the vast darkness of their situation. But before they could discuss it further, a scream tore through the house, a chilling sound that echoed throughout the night.

The bedroom door slammed open, revealing Yeji, her face contorted in a mask of rage. In her hand, she clutched a phone, the screen displaying a news report of a missing girl – a girl with striking green eyes and a familiar smile. Hana.

Y/n's frantic pleas for Hana's safety were met with chilling silence. The girls, their expressions a terrifying blend of relief and possessiveness, huddled closer to him. He saw not rage, but gratitude reflected in their eyes. They had won.

The police investigation, fueled by Y/n's fabricated story of a random encounter and abduction, hit a dead end. Hana – a name that would forever prickle his conscience – simply vanished. Freedom, a word that once held so much promise, now tasted like ashes in his mouth.

Life within their opulent penthouse became a twisted parody of family. Gone were any aspirations of college, of escaping the suffocating cocoon they'd woven around him. His days were meticulously planned – movie nights featuring only their chosen films, meals cooked under their watchful eyes, outings that kept him firmly within their grasp.

Their "therapy" sessions morphed into chilling confessionals. They poured out their childhood trauma, the raw pain of their parents' death, the fear that had solidified their bond into an unbreakable chain. Y/n, a captive audience, offered empty words of comfort, all the while knowing his sacrifice had become his prison sentence.

Nights were the worst. Their sprawling bed became a battlefield of suffocating affection. Lia, the one who used to tease him about his appetite, now fussed over every morsel he ate. Yeji, the strategist, ensured his every need was anticipated, before he even knew he had it. Ryujin, the taciturn one, clung to him with a silent possessiveness that spoke volumes. Chaeryeong, the quiet artist, would sketch him endlessly, her eyes devouring his every feature. And Yuna, the maknae, her once infectious laughter now held a tinge of hysteria, showered him with childish demands for attention.

Slowly, the defiant spark in Y/n's eyes dimmed, replaced by a hollow acceptance. He became a puppet, his emotions dulled by their suffocating love. He no longer fought against the endless movie marathons, the repetitive board games, the constant stream of childish questions.

One day, as they sprawled on the floor, giggling over a particularly silly game, a news report flashed across the screen – ITZY, the K-Pop stars, taking a hiatus to focus on "personal growth." A humorless chuckle escaped Y/n's lips. Personal growth indeed.

He looked around at the five faces, their gazes filled with a possessive contentment. They were no longer the vibrant idols plastered across magazines, but his captors, their smiles tinged with a touch of mania.

Y/n, trapped in their gilded cage, had become their ultimate trophy – a reminder of their triumph, a living testament to their twisted love. The "Mommies," as they insisted he call them, had won. His desperate sacrifice had not saved Hana, but had condemned him to a lifetime sentence in his own personal horror story. He was a prisoner, not just of their warped affection, but of his own guilt-fueled decision. The outside world had faded away, replaced by the stifling sweetness of their twisted love, a terrifying lullaby that lulled him into his own living nightmare.

[heartfullofleeches]

🤝 @hana-no-seiiki breeder reader supremacy. Read his it good - yes. Anywho, his reader is leagues better than mine because dumb fuck here lives by a "no child, only breed" moto. Mf will raw anyone that offers themselves to them and be sweating bullets cuddled up with their Yan as they ramble on about their future life and 2.5 kids together.

Yan: Haha, I hope you don't mind that I'm a spitter.

Reader: nah it's chill but what's that cup for? I can just get you a towel

Yan: :)

Reader: w-wha.... What's the cup for????

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Friend: you are seriously the dumbest bastard I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Reader: No clue what you mean

Friend: Jesus fucking Christ, jizz donation drives don't exist nor would they help you finish in the first place, let alone buy you a pizza as a thank you!

Reader, sitting shirtless on the side of the road wearing one of the "nurses" jackets: [closes pizza box] Well clearly you're just jealous.

[bangtanhoneys]

GRACE TOUR DIARY: April 2nd 2025 - New York City

If there was one thing Big Hit was good at, it was backup plans. 

The news had arrived at their hotel an hour after the concert had finished and Grace had gone to bed. Weather warnings of heavy snow and wind across Chicago and New York meant there would be travel disruptions but nothing major as of yet. However, as the hour passed, more updates were coming through to say the weather was getting bad and flights had been cancelled.

There was no other way of getting to New York City in the time they needed to so the staff were looking at hiring another private plane, yet flights were banned from leaving or coming to Chicago so that was off the cards. Trains meant it was a 20-hour journey on one train and then there was logistics of it all, with staff, dancers, luggage, bodyguards and security. 

The only other option was to hire cars.

And so before 5am, ten black SUVS had been hired to carry their dancers, staff, luggage and Grace from Chicago to New York City. And that’s what Grace woke up to at 5 am. 

By 5:30 am, she was dressed, packed away and looking over the plans with Sejin who had been on the phone to the team in Korea. 

“So it’s going to take about 13 hours to drive, but that’s without stops so we’re going to change drivers around so everyone can get a rest. We have to take the longer route as the other route has major road works on it which could delay us even further. We’ve delayed the meeting with the Mayor until tomorrow as he already knows the issues and everyone else with schedules has been informed of what’s going on. I have no doubt tomorrow will continue as planned. Still, for today, we’re not taking any chances,” Sejin explained to the small team around him which included the drivers, the bodyguards, Grace’s female manager and Grace herself. 

“I can drive as well as I’ve got my international licence,” Grace mentioned and she could see everyone look uneasy. “If only to help people take a break because I don’t want anyone getting into trouble or feeling unwell because they're trying to get me to New York. If I can help, I will.”

Which is how Grace found herself with a set of keys for one SUV to start the leg of the journey out of Chicago and to Toledo, where someone else would take over the next leg of the journey for her.  It wasn’t too bad, it was a bit big the car but the radio was on and Sejin was next to her. Her female manager, Hana, behind Sejin and a bodyguard next to her. Her luggage had taken over the boot.

The American highways were easy and straight, massive trucks going past on deliveries and if they hadn’t been in somewhat of a rush, Grace might have enjoyed the drive a little bit more and enjoyed what scenery she could see. 

They pulled into Toledo four hours later and swapped drivers, with Grace now in the back with Hana and Sejin in the front still. It was 11 pm in Seoul and she sent a quick message to the group chat, knowing it wouldn’t probably be picked up by any of the boys until later on in the day.

‘Snow across Chicago and New York. Just drove for four hours to Ohio and now we’re on the way to New York. Wonder if we can stop for burgers somewhere.’

Hobi, surprisingly, was the first one to read it and answer.

‘Jin-hyung and I are out having dinner! We’re thinking of you and your burgers. Stay safe. Don’t drive like a maniac.’ Accompanying the message was a GIF of Stray Kids dancing to their song Maniac. 

There was nothing more she could do in the car other than catch up on sleep, check the weather, check the time, and talk to Hana about whatever popped into her head and by the time Grace opened her eyes again, she could see the Big Apple looming ahead.

“New York New York, it’s a hell of a town,” she sang under her breath but Sejin had heard her, causing him to laugh. It had been a long 9 hours from their break in Toledo to a small town outside of Pittsburg where they changed drivers and cars again and then another break in another small town just before they made the last part of the journey.

They rolled into the underground parking at 7 pm and they were all tired, sore, in need of stretching their legs and just in general need of a rest. Sejin had been managing their schedule with every mile of the journey and while the day had been a washout due to the weather, tomorrow’s schedule would go as planned. Up early to go for a meeting with the Mayor, a tour of the 9/11 Memorial and museum and then it would be onto Jimmy Fallon. 

Grace had never been more happy to see a hotel bed in her life and it didn’t take much for her to climb into the many layers of covers, fluff up the pillows and go straight to sleep without the usual nerves and worries at her heels. The trip across five states had worn everyone out and while the alarm was early, it wouldn’t be another wake-up call at 5 am. 

New York welcomed Grace when she opened her curtains to see the sun shining and the snow starting to melt, city workers were already out to clear up as much as they could and while the news had been reporting about the snowstorm, there were a couple of channels talking about the upcoming Grace concert. Thankfully no fans had been brave enough to try and camp outside in the horrible conditions for merchandise or catch a glimpse but there had been record sales of her two nights at Barclays Center in Brooklyn. 

The meeting with the Mayor was nothing more than a ‘welcome to New York’ and Grace posed with the Mayor and his staff, all showing finger hearts to the camera and the pictures were soon posted to social media not long after Grace had left. And with a police escort, it was off to the 9/11 memorial. There would be no BANGTAN BOMB filming for this one, this would just be a personal visit with one photographer to capture a couple of photos but it would be minimal. It was not something that Grace felt like it needed to be broadcasted.

However, that didn’t stop the news from spreading and articles soon appeared, especially online blogs, where they spoke briefly about her visit to the City Hall and then the 9/11 memorial but they more spoke about her Karen Millen belted dress that had been picked specially for the meeting and for the memorial. They talked about how it complimented the first day, how black was appropriate, and how her black heels made her look taller but they weren’t stilettos or stripper heels. 

“No one cares about anything other than fashion,” Grace sighed as she handed the phone back to Hana. 

“The dress has sold out as well,” Hana commented as she left the room as Sejin wandered in. 

“The Grace effect,” he chuckled as he took a seat at the table in the lavish hotel suite and helped himself to the small buffet the hotel had provided for lunch. 

The Grace in question snorted to herself and finished off her cup of tea, letting out a large yawn and stretching up her arms. “So,” she said once she finished trying to wake herself up. “Jimmy Fallon - they start filming at 5 pm, don’t they but we’re recording the performance at 3 pm.”

“They’ve got a selected audience ready for the performance recording, half are ARMY and half are regular people. And then at 5 pm, they start the actual recording for the interview and it should take about an hour and a half or maybe two, depending. So we’ll be back at the hotel by at least 7 pm,” Sejin confirmed as he finished off the selection of sandwiches he had picked.

“And rehearsals start tomorrow morning.”

“Rehearsals start at Barclays tomorrow and you’ve got a full day of them as we’re a bit behind but you’ve got that basketball tomorrow night. And then obviously the day of the concert, soundcheck, a couple of interviews mid-afternoon then the concert itself,” Sejin reeled off without having to look at his phone for the schedule since he knew it by heart. He had to know it off by heart so he could keep his team and everyone else in check. 

There were no nerves for Grace as they made their way to the studios to film Jimmy Fallon. He was one of the few interviews who got things right and didn’t make it awkward, didn’t treat them any differently, and respected them as a band and individually. She remembered meeting him the first time, how he had fallen in love with all of them but Jimin especially. And that had been clear when Jimin had done his solo trip there, how accommodating Jimmy was of a young man who was just finding his feet on his own. And the interview with Yoongi was another indication that Jimmy had done his research and had known his favourite group enough to ask the right questions, including basketball.  

Grace knew Jimmy wouldn’t be asking the awkward questions tonight. She hoped.

He was already there waiting for her and it surprised her as he walked over, hand out ready to shake hers. “Miss. Chu,” he said in a fake posh British accent which had her laughing. “Mr. Fallon,” she replied and shook his hand which made Jimmy grin and hug her instead.

“Welcome back to New York! We’re excited to have you here and I can’t wait to come to the first concert, I’ve got tickets with my family.”

“Oh really? Well, make sure you bring them backstage so I can meet them,” Grace said as she darted a glance towards Hana who nodded and made a note on her phone.

“Amazing! I’ll let you get to your rehearsal for your performance which I can’t wait for, I’ve been gushing about it forever and then I’ll see you later on for your interview. Nervous?”

“With you? Never,” she grinned.

A small rehearsal for her performance without her costume meant it was easy sailing. While it was harder to pull off a grand dance routine on such a small stage, the dancers adapted quickly and before anyone knew it, it was time to record the performance. It was like being in Korea, someone coming up and explaining what would happen, when to cheer, when to applaud, how long it would take, etc. 

She could see who was ARMY from the side of the stage. The merchandise they were wearing gave it away and while they didn’t have their ARMY BOMBS, she could see a glimpse of who their bias was with the BT21 characters on clothes or jewellery. So while she didn’t have the boys with her, she did have the next best thing. 

The performance of 7 Rings went off like a house on fire. The crowd were so responsive, especially to a remix of the track to make it different to any other performance and the purple outfit Grace had specifically worn in respect to her fans had caught the attention of people on Twitter. 

However, while the performance was regarded as one of the best across social media, the interview that came afterwards would gain millions of views and be talked about all the way up to Grace’s two concerts in Brooklyn.

Holding the vinyl cover of the ‘In My Head’ album and the cover of the ‘Here In My Arms’ mini album, Jimmy beamed at the camera. He went to open his mouth but the screams blocked out anything he had to say, causing him to pause for more than 10 minutes until the crowd calmed down enough so he could begin his introduction. 

“Our next guest,” he paused just in case the screams started again, “is an eight-time 

Grammy-nominated artist and won two Grammys only earlier this year! A global music icon, part of one of the biggest bands the world has ever seen which some of you know as BTS. Her debut album, In My Head, continues to break world records in streams and has been the Billboard Number 1 album for two months, and it shot back to the top of the charts again with her world tour, including the mini-album released only earlier this year - that broke records in its own right. She’s in New York for two sold-out concerts, which sold out in 10 seconds. 10 seconds! Ladies and gentlemen, it’s a pleasure to introduce you to Grace Chu!”

Grace took a deep breath and walked out to the stage, pausing only briefly to bow to the crowd who were so loud it took her breath away as she laughed and headed towards Jimmy. It was the usual hugs, pausing to show her off to the crowd, to marvel at her outfit which had been specifically chosen for the night - a vintage Alexander McQueen 1997 black dress, with two dragons that intertwined each other up to her chest. A pair of Louboutin heels and emerald earrings to match the emerald bracelet she received from Grace. To keep it simple and easy, her blonde hair was styled up into a sleek bun. 

“Now, before we start and before you say anything, I want to hear your accent because not many people know about this,” Jimmy started the interview. “So Grace, if you wouldn’t mind and turn to the camera there,” he pointed out the one in question, “and introduce yourself.”

Grace hid her smile and turned to the camera, bowing slightly. “Good evening, my name is Grace Chu and it’s a pleasure to be on the Jimmy Fallon show.” Her British accent made those watching at home later on pause, frantically Google her name so they could see why she had a British accent and wasn’t speaking Korean. 

“When I first met you and I heard you speak, I was blown away. I was expecting Namjoon’s American accent, but that’s a proper British accent you have. And obviously, most people expect you to speak Korean.”

“It is amusing when most people interviewing us, especially abroad, turn to look at the translator for my answer and then look at me weirdly as if I’ve started speaking another language that’s not English and not Korean,” Grace shrugged with her hands up as if to say ‘what can you do?’

“So you’re half British and half Korean, correct? And you were born in Manchester?”

“So my Dad is from South Korea and my Mum is from London. And they met while my Dad was working in London and he had to travel to Manchester, where I was born, for his job so obviously my Mum came with him. We lived there for seven years and then we had to move to Germany for Dad’s work. I think I was about ten when we officially moved to South Korea, to Suwon-si where my grandparents live. And then we moved to Seoul a year later.”

“You can speak German?” Jimmy asked, looking completely baffled as if this was complete news to him.

Grace grinned and nodded, asking him how he was in perfect German.

“Is there any language you can’t speak?”

“My Japanese is terrible. Namjoon is always on my case to take more lessons in Japanese.”

Jimmy snorted behind his hand as he brought up the most recent photo of BTS which was taken just after Hobi came home.

“BTS,” he started then paused when the screams started causing Grace to look startled as she stared at the crowd in amazement. ‘Wow,’ she mouthed with a laugh, giggling as she turned back to look at Jimmy.

“The group,” he said instead and playfully glared at the audience. “You’ve been with them since they first debuted and here you are now, on your own. Have they given you any advice? Or have they had any involvement in your album and tour?”

Grace paused, tilting her head. “The album was made without any input from them mostly because it was my first time where I had creative control over what songs, lyrics, music, videos, and outfits. That was all mine. But there were times when I went to Namjoon or Yoongi, Hobi, any of them and questioned every move that I made, wondering if I was doing the right thing or if this was even a good idea.”

“Good thing you did listen to them as you’ve won two Grammys and you’ve been on the Billboard for two months when the album first came out and back at the top since you landed in Los Angeles for your tour, which has broken Yoongi’s records.”

She bashfully smiled and hid her face when the crowd approved by clapping loudly.

“Has it been hard though?”

“It’s been quiet,” Grace started with a snort of laughter. “But it’s tough because it’s only me and the dancers but I’m on stage for 95% of the time and it’s not like Jungkook is going to appear and do his solo song to give me a break or six other members to take your place so it is tough but ARMY keep me going and their support means a lot.”

She turned towards those she could see in the crowd and saw their finger hearts which made her smile and return those affections.

“Now,” Jimmy grinned as he paused and held down the next card, “since you're here.”

“Oh no,” Grace whispered as she covered her eyes.

“We have to talk about this.”

She didn’t need to know what picture Jimmy was showing because she knew by the noise that met said picture. 

A peek through her hands told her everything she needed to know. 

The most recent picture of Seokjin, where his hair had grown back to its usual length, had been taken from his Instagram and she was pretty sure she had taken that picture. Grace caught the teasing grin Jimmy sent her way and she sighed, bracing herself for what was coming next.

“You’ve been together for seven years and you released a mini-album on your anniversary, which also broke records. I just have to ask, are we going to be seeing him on your tour?”

It wasn’t the question she had expected if she was honest. She had been expecting something worse and something dirty, especially concerning the lyrics from her Here In My Arms album but it was a simple enough question that exposed more about their relationship than any other question could.

“Maybe,” Grace started and smirked at the cheers. “Maybe. Obviously, our schedules are planned nearly a year in advance and I’ve always said I never wanted to overshadow what the boys were doing in terms of their solo careers so we will have to see.”

“Is he here already?” Jimmy asked, leaning forward.

“As far as I’m aware,” Grace checked her watch, “it’s 6 am in Seoul. So I would imagine he’s currently sleeping off dinner.”

Jimmy pouted, obviously wanting the main exclusive that the power couple would be seen on stage in his hometown of New York but it seemed it just wasn’t going to happen. The rest of the interview flicked from funny to serious with questions ranging from any funny moments with the boys to life in England and she finished off her stint on Jimmy Fallon by doing the karaoke segment that Ariana Grande made famous with the Evanescence rendition. 

“Well done, that went perfectly,” Sejin greeted her after it was all said and done and she said her goodbyes to Jimmy, and to the staff and got in the car to head back to the hotel. 

The next morning, while it wasn’t too much of an early start, Grace woke up early enough to take a shower and do her skin routine. Breakfast was simple as to not give her a heavy stomach and by 10 am, the team were driving through the streets of New York - from the famous 5th Avenue, past the famous Flatiron Building, and onto the Manhattan Bridge and through Brooklyn until they came up to the Barclays Center which had advertisements for her tour all over the LED screens. 

The stage was already set up and the dancers were warming up on various parts of the stage or near the seats where 17,000 fans would be packed in over two nights. This stadium would mark the end of the American leg of the tour and the moment she was done, she’d be back on a plane again.

Rehearsals seemed to go quickly and by 5 pm, she was out of the stadium and dressed up to attend her first basketball game. While it hadn’t been a decision made by her, it was more promotional than anything, she found herself courtside where all the cameras were pointed to see who would be taking up the VIP seats. Sejin was next to her as was a bodyguard who sat just behind the two of them and she knew how Taylor Swift felt every time the camera panned to her instead of the players. 

It didn’t help that Yoongi’s Hageum song would play at intervals where her face would be plastered all over the screen. But it was a good game, she got some photos to send back to Yoongi when he would be awake to see them and of course, there were the usual photos with players.

The day of the concert, the sun was out and the hustle and bustle of New York City was well underway by the time Grace rolled out of bed. The day of the concert always had her somewhat nervous, the questions of what could happen would roll around in her head until she got to the stadium to do her soundcheck and run through whatever they had discussed the night before. 

Time passed quickly - shower, breakfast, interviews with local TV stations or magazines, then straight to the stadium to do soundcheck mid-afternoon, a quick run-through of two parts where they had to make some adjustments and finally, the time rolled around where she was under the stage, hearing the fans explode into excitement as the VCR started to fade out. 

No matter how many times she did it, no matter how big of a crowd, no matter if it was abroad or in South Korea - just the noise of the crowd, the ARMY BOMBS, the costumes some people were wearing when her eyes would catch sight of them, everyone singing along, knowing the words or even some of the dance moves, all of it made her hairs stand up and the worries of the tour wash away within the first half an hour. 

The New York crowd was so responsive, especially when she welcomed them to the In My Head tour, standing there for 10 minutes and letting the noise of every person in the stands wash over her like it was the first time. 

When the opening chords of Save Me started to play, Grace could see everyone doing Jimin’s signature dance move that had been openly mocked by the group themselves. Catching one of the dancer’s eyes, she grinned and nodded and soon followed, sweeping her arm in front of her as she got to the chorus and without much encouragement, the seven other dancers followed and swiftly executed the choreography after a bit more teasing. 

“New York City,” Grace paused as she stood on the stage for the final part where she would finish off the concert with Dangerous Woman. “Thank you so much for spending your night with us. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for breaking your own records by selling out both nights in 10 seconds, you’ve been one of the best crowds so far and I can’t wait to come back with the boys. Love you all.”

ARMY was still singing as Grace was lowered back down to underneath the stage, the ending chords of Dangerous Woman still playing as she reached the bottom where staff were on hand to take away her microphone and in-ears. And for the first time, Grace had to admit, she had left the stage on a high - there were no uncertain thoughts, no worries, no stress or anxiety. If there was going to be a concert that had been the turning point for Grace and what she was capable of, then this would be the concert to do that. 

Back at the hotel room, kicking off her shoes with a sigh as her tired feet met the carpet, her eyes caught a massive bouquet waiting for her on the coffee table in the living area of her suite. 50 red roses were sitting in a clear vase filled with water, and a teddy bear that was dressed in a t-shirt that said ‘I Love New York’ was sitting next to the bouquet with an envelope.

Grinning to herself, Grace opened the envelope to one simple note that read: ‘Two days to go - J.’

[kaalbela]

Scenes from Gaza.

1. Palestinian boys sit next to a destroyed building after an Israeli strike in Khan Yunis in the southern Gaza Strip | Mahmud Hams

2. Palestinians remove a body from the rubble of a building after an Israeli strike in Khan Yunis in the southern Gaza Strip | Mahmud Hams

3. Palestinians take shelter from the Israeli bombardment at a school in Khan Younis in the Gaza Strip | Fatima Shbair

4. A Palestinian woman reacts next to people wounded in an Israeli airstrike, at al-Aqsa Hospital in Deir el-Balah, central Gaza Strip | Adel Hana

5. Palestinians pull on cloth to release a person stuck under the rubble of a collapsed building following an Israeli airstrike in Rafah | Said Khati

6. A crowd of Palestinians presses up against a bakery to buy bread in Khan Younis, Gaza Strip | Fatima Shbair

7. Palestinians line up in front of a bakery to buy bread after Israel restricts the area of basic services such as water, electricity, and food in Khan Yunis, Gaza | Mustafa Hassona

8. Palestinians dig in the rubble of a collapsed building searching for people following an Israeli airstrike in Rafah | Said Khatib

9. A convoy of Israeli military vehicles drives down a road at an undisclosed location on the border with the Gaza Strip | Menahem Kahana

[canonsinthehead]

What car would RGG/Yakuza/Judgement characters drive?

Kiryu (Your Grandfather’s Minivan):

pic: 1999 Dodge Caravan/ other ex: 1992 Toyota Previa, 1st generation Mazda MPV Even haruka is pleading with him to get rid of it since it almost exploded on the last orphanage trip. Regardless of what anyone says, Kiryu doesn’t want to get rid since he keep saying it’s a good format for the orphans (when they were younger maybe but not anymore) and how this dinosaur was the property of Kazama-San and we’re of good use when kashiwagi and him were watching over younger Kiryu and Nishiki. As always, another thing Kiryu remains hard headed on which doesn’t surprised his sworn brother since he see it as an extension of his lack of fashion sense. Majima keeps clowning him since seeing Kiryu walking out of this atrocity in burning anger is the most hilarious thing ever.

Akiyama (A Older model of a regular sedan):

pic: 1989 Honda Civic/ other ex: 2000 Toyota Corolla Regardless his pocket being stacked, he decided to get a regular car that common people get. Partly out of pure laziness, having to deal with expensive cars and their issues but he got it from a client who wanted to get rid of their old vehicle so he jump on the occasion. Hana doesn’t like it since it’s uncomfortable for her (for being so small and barely functioning right). She thinks he could’ve afford wayyyyyyy better than a (probably) discontinued second hand car with inexistent resale value.

  Haruka (A Regular Civilan Family Car):

pic: Red 2012 Toyota Corolla   Even if her uncles wanted to go all in and splurge for a ‘’luxury’’ or expensive a car for her , she refused and decided to go with something more simple. Also the simplicity of her also shows her current life as civilian and desiring a normal life like everybody else. While Kiryu is understanding of her choice, Nagumo and the crew (lowkey) expected her to take a larger (for more kids to come) but Kiryu shut down that idea and how its not happening before Mr.Yuta officially marries Haruka. BY THE WAY HER CAR IS RED just sayin…

80s Nishiki (Retro & Flashy):

pic: 1988 Mercedes 560SL/ other ex: 1988 Ford Mustang GT Convertible, 1988 Jaguar XJsAlong with the other car he had in Y0, he had another red convertible car he keeps for special occasions like showing off to his bosses, impress cabaret girls (remember image is everything) or for laid back road trip with his kyoudai. Slick Back Nishikiyama (Expensive & Conservative): ex: white porche or mercedes Changing his mentality, goals and outlook on life also affected his vehicle choice. Nishiki sold his all retro flashy car to separate vfrom his old image of being easy going and a (bitch) weak boss. By doing that he wants people to take him more seriously so he can climb the Yakuza ladder, so he goes for safe and conservative in many things including his fashion style. Yumi: doesn’t know how to drive.

Saejima (Thick car):

pic: 2005 Ford F-150/ other ex: 2005 Jeep Cherokee, 2021 Toyota Land Cruiser A big Heavy duty weather resistant car to fit his build (since he hates being uncomfortable). Also a big car to transport various things easily from camping equipment, drive well on dirt roads and snow and to carry Majima’s drunk body.

Daigo (what the chairman deserves)

pic: Rolls Royce Phantom VIII In all his Tojo-related activities, he usually get around by his driver in a limousine. He has a Black Rolls Royce that he almost never uses. Even though Mine and many of his subordinates encourage him to use it to match his boss/ex-boss status (or stature as man Mine would say). He doesn’t like too much the negative attention on him especially when he’s visiting Kiryu or doing personal things. All this goes with him being a shit driver (sorry daigo-chan) regardless owning a valid driving license. The brat side of his younger self remained since he prefers having a driver than doing it himself even after the disbandment of the Tojo Clan (which Mine and all his ‘’uncles’’ are glad to do so).

Majima: there are things he is actually cheap and lazy about. Taking after daigo, he doesn’t presently owns a valid driving licence, the one he previously owned (to destroy Shangri-La) got revoked and suspended ever since. He doesn’t want all the trouble and the paper work to get it back. since Saejima can’t drive his kyoudai around town on demand; he elected Minami and Nishida to be his personal drivers. Regardless he still sometimes takes some driving strolls by himself, we he does he takes Daigo’s Rolls Royce, which he himself gave to the fourth chairman as a birthday present. So that’s why he always tells him he has the right to use the car as he pleases. Daigo doesn’t mind and actually thinks his car finds Majima’s style better.

Ryuji (Ryuji being Ryuji):

car: HUMMER H2

motorcycle: Kawasaki VN2000 Class/ other ex: 2022 Indian scout bobberAt some he did own a HUMMER (before when it was still poppin) but Kaoru convince him to sell it because it was wayyyyy too big, waste of (gas) money and in all honestly looked RICICULOUS. He later converted to a motorcycle which he uses all the time.

Minami:

pic: Trap car Couldn’t wait to climb up the rank and earns enough funds to get rid of his trap to replace to his dream car to represent his status.

Nishitani (Wanna ride Majima-kun?)

pic: 1984 Cadillac Eldorado/ other ex: 1965 Pontiac GTO Mine (Bad and Boujee)

pic: 2021 Mercedes Mayback Class/ other ex: 2021 Porche 911Especially got a foreign model to make a statement as an accomplished Japanese businessman, that his pocket are stacked and he is not to be messed with. After surviving a suicide attempt (this is a headcanon remember mate). Now he volunteer to drive Daigo around to Kiryu’s opposition since he believes Daigo should drive for himself. He consider selling his fancy car (he already sold those he doesn’t use) because of Daigo’s desire of being discreet since the Tojo Clan’s collapse.

Tachibana (that car in Y0)

Oda:

pic: 2021 Chevy Express Van CargoWhite Creppy Van. Period. (and that’s canon)

Shimano & Sagawa (Work harder Majima-chan!):

pic: Japanese RickshawAlways used the cars provided by the clan and its drivers, if not he would make long hair Majima take him from point A to point B in a Traditinal Japanese rickshaw.

Kashiwagi (Fancy Refined)

pic: 1991 Lincoln ContinentalAt some point owned a expensive recent car model (Audi A4 2020), but after getting rid of it he dig out a older car who was sleeping in his garage (Lincoln Continental 1991). It is the car he owned while in the Tojo Clan, it would be natural for him to get rid of it but he seems to be satisfied with the older car (he can’t find another one who could as charming as this one). He does most of his travels by foot so its not like he can be seen in his car anyway. 

Yakuza 7/Like A Dragon Ichiban & The Crew:

pic: Redesigned Volkswagen The VW Van Type 2 It’s the first car Ichiban and Nanba got coming out of homelessness as soon as Ichi got his driving license from the vocational school. They got it from a scrap (a place where they stock old car they think are no good anymore) in almost perfect condition from one of Nanba’s homeless plugs. They got it fixed and upgraded by Sumire Sawa (the repairs chick). While Adachi was not the type to roll around in such flashy car, it officially became the LAD Crew’s official car. Saeko did some touchs up and decoration (with Seonghui funds) and VOILAAA! It’s now a place where they can both drive long distance and sleep (not all 7 but at least a few). Ichiban and Nanba like it the most since it’s reminiscent of their upgrade from the homeless life and can always be an option instead of bothering Kashiwagi at the bar (at least when Adachi does, he pissed him off so many times).

Zhao is less hyped about it. He keeps emphasizing on how he prefers hotels and a warm bed. He keeps repeating how he never been in a vehicle ‘’this cheap’’. He always find excuses to not go in it, deep down he’s just covering the fact that he is very uncomfortable sharing small spaces with many other people. Those scenarios brings up his uneasiness with everything outside the realm of lavishness or the comfort of the Liumang Headquarters. As for Joon-gi, while he constantly complains about not having enough space to breathe or the car being unconventionally ‘’tacky’’ and has never seen anyone in neither Japan or Korea driving a car like this. He low key likes it since it reinforces the family-like bond all the members of the party have. It also feeds into one of the deepest fantasies he had during his younger years which was to have siblings to quench his childhood loneliness.

They use this car especially for road trip and doing camping which ichiban succeeded to being everyone on their last camping trip.

Eri (Common Japanese Box Car)

pic: 2018 Nissan Dayz/ other ex: 2018 Honda n Box It’s the cheapest car, her and her grandmother could afford keeping their whole situation with the business. Since the success of Ichiban Confections, her grandmother moved on to better transportations method, she got a small (but expensive) car for herself, she even offers herself boat rides. On her side, Eri is satisfied with their old car and kept it.   Zhao

pic: Pink Lamborgini Aventador it's not that i needed it or even use it, it’s because I wanted it. AND I COULD AFFORD IT. Matter of fact i use the Liumang's limousine and its drivers for transportation.

Saeko:

pic: Fiat 500 She loves the car she shares with all her friends but for some reason would like to have a small cute car for herself.

Judgement/Lost Judgement/Judge Eyes Yagami (That Skateboard…):

Kaito:

pic: interior of 2019 Subaru ForesterI don’t know the model, but the insides are brown.

Tsukumo (Does he even go out?): mmhhh… just the few times he had to take public transportation since he started college (when he was attending, he then switched to do literally everything remotely, #Unaffected-by-Quarantine), it told him all he had to know about any forms of transportation. If it has to be necessary, then Sugiura will drive him around and is glad to do so.

Tesso (The Finest Electric Bike you can find):

pic: VanMoof X3 Intelligent Electric Bike/ other ex: Cowboy 4He prefers bikes because he thinks they are faster and more versatile.

Akutsu Daimu (I Made It):

pic: Lamborghini Aventador LP 720-4 / other ex: Orange 2015 Ford Mustang GT Finally realized one of his dreams by buying foreign sports cars to establish his image as a “feared” & accomplished gang leader. As flashy as it comes, Akutsu mostly use them to show off and imitates the rich and famous of the world (fake it till you make it). While his unique extravagance is showcased trough his vehicle choices, they are mostly reserved for a spectacular entry at parties and for the grams. It helps Akutsu since he always fantasized about being a rapper *play Zico’s VENI VEDI VICI* (especially the American ones he sees on TV/online) at least living the hip hop lifestyle (money, power & bitches) and being the face of RK helps him accomplish that goal.

Soma thinks all of this is completely foolish since his cars spend most of their time biting the dust in his garage and most of them are OBVIOUSLY too small for his 6’ 5’’ gigantic frame. WHAT ELSE TO EXPECT FROM A FLASHY IGNORANT FOOL ANYWAY?

[gravitytrips]

Cliffside

“Maybe this vacation would do me good.”

Scout thought out loud as he started the long drive around the mountain.

Had his team really wanted him to take a break? Or did they just want to get rid of him? After all, a man’s friends don’t buy him tickets and pay for his lodging in Maui, Hawaii out of the kindness of their hearts.

“Well, might as well make the best of it.”

As he drove on the gently sloping road, he thought about the things to do on this drive. He would skip that little town with that big old tree in it. He had seen a bunch of big trees on that road to Hana and on that hike up to Waimoku falls. He would also skip those Alluvione pools because he swam in those Seven Sacreds. But he had heard that the views from the West Maui mountain were beautiful and he really wanted to see that blowhole that was somewhere along the way. Not to mention a little bay that was said to have the most beautiful snorkeling that you could do for free. Heck, he even bought snorkeling equipment for it! 

He figured he would go into the valley after rounding out the mountain and see the Iao Needle. Especially since he heard an especially gorey story about the place.

He glanced back at the bag in the backseat of the rental car. In it was a camera, a change of clothes, his snorkeling equipment, and his satellite phone.

Just in case.

Scout had a great day. The snorkeling was amazing, and there was the most beautiful forest on the walk to the bay. 

The blowhole was really cool, spraying him a few times and having a multitude of crabs to photograph. 

He ended up going to the Alluvione pools, due to their reputation. It was a really fun rock climb down and there was another blowhole! The pools were beautiful, teeming with life and picturesque in every way. After the rough climb on the sharp volcanic rock, it was nice to relax in the lukewarm water.

Once Scout had returned to his car, he sighed a content sight. He was tired, but very happy as well.

Now, all he had to do was drive back to the hotel.

He began to drive away from the pools. The road quickly narrowed, but he was sure that he could keep the car under control. 

He immediately noticed that there was no guardrail.

He gulped when he saw the sheer drop down.

And his mind spun as he looked upon the winding road before him.

Hairpin turns, switchbacks, waves, ones that seemed to go at a 90 degree angle!

They all stretched out before him.

The longer he drove on this nightmare road, the more anxious he became.

Finally, he came to a little village in the valley that the road went right through. It was like a sigh of relief. 

Scout pulled off into the small parking lot of a little banana bread bakery to gather his bearings. 

Due to the mile markers, knew he only had 12 more miles to go, but the map showed a nightmare tangle of turns and cliffsides. Scout swallowed hard. 

12 more miles and he would be safe.

Scout was temped to just stay in the town for longer, but he knew that the sun would be setting soon and did not want to brave that road at night. So, he stood, waved goodbye to the bakery owner, got back into his car, and started back up the mountainside.

The road was even worse now. 

The turns were sharper.

The drop offs were taller.

A sheer cliffs of rock both rose from his right side and fell away from his left.

He swallowed the lump of fear in his throat, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

He accelerated to get up a hill, then pressed the brakes to slow down again.

Nothing happened.

A string of swears flew from Scout’s mouth  as his car rolled toward the edge of the cliff.

Fortunately, the slope of the hill had slowed him down, and he successfully turned around the bend.

The road sloped down.

The car gained more and more speed as Scout flew around the valley corner.

Then, he was headed back to the edge of the cliff. The road only continued to slope down.

Scout drifted around the next turn, just barely making it.

A wall of rocks rose from the narrow road on his right. A sheer drop into the forested valley fell away from him on the left. There was nowhere to go.

Scout drifted around the next turn, thinking he could make it again.

He was not so lucky.

His back tires went over the edge.

Scout had just enough time to clip on his seatbelt before the car tipped and slid off of the road.

Scout’s body floated as the car free fell through the air. Was he upside down? Or just falling fast? He couldn’t tell.

The car impacted the slope at the bottom of the cliff.

The roof of the car crunched as it hit the rocky slope, Scout’s body jerking against his seatbelt. The windows cracked and shattered under the weight of the car and the force of the inertia. His chest felt like it had been crushed like an aluminum can.

The car flipped over, doing a barrel roll that slammed him into every surface of the car he could think of.

The car hit the rocky soil again, upside down. This time, it simply slid to a stop at the bottom.

Scout hung against his seatbelt, wheezing.

Air. 

He needed air.

He fumbled with the seatbelt, but the buckle assembly was crushed.

He wheezed again and fumbled for his pocket knife that always remained in his side pocket. It wasn’t there. Scout glanced in front of him. 

The knife lay above him, folded. It must have slid out of his pocket on that roll.

He reached up, his arm crying out in pain as he stretched for his knife. His fingers grazed it, but he couldn’t reach.

He deflated his chest to cross the last inch he needed. It hurt. It hurt so bad. But his fingers closed around the knife.

He quickly flipped the blade open, working the sharp metal as a saw.

Finally, belt snapped, and a moment later he fell to the glass and rock-littered roof

He didn’t notice the glass slicing up his hands and tearing through his jeans.

All he could feel was the terrible pain in his chest.

His runner’s lungs worked as hard as they had ever worked in any battle, gathering oxygen and pushing his chest out.

It hurt.

It really hurt.

Scout lay in the sharp glass and stones, coughing and gasping for air. As he tasted the blood in his throat, one thought crossed his mind.

He had to get the satellite phone.

Scout flipped over and crawled to the backseat, looking for his bag in the carnage.

It wasn’t there.

He checked under the seats and all over the car, wheezing and coughing the whole time.

His bag was gone. How was it gone?

It only took one glance out of the shattered back windshield to tell him where his bag had ended up.

Near the top of the steep incline, his items lay strewn out on the rocks

An anguished whimper escaped Scout’s lips as his eyes sized up the steep slope. Could he even make it? Would his lungs explode before he got there? It sure felt like it.

But he had to try.

Climbing out of the demolished car, Scout felt an ocean spray on his face. The valley he was in would have been beautiful if it hadn’t nearly killed him.

“You could still die.” Scout reminded himself and he suddenly became aware of his wheezing again.

As he stood, leaning against the car, he realized that it wasn’t just his chest that ached.

His left knee looked….off, and a large bruise was starting to form on his right shin. Scout mulled over what could have caused those injuries for a moment before he came to a conclusion.

“The dashboard….” He whispered to himself.

A steady pounding in the back of his head reminded him that his life may be at stake here. No time to dilly dally. 

As he started his ascent up the hill, every injury on his body protested.

But he persisted. 

He had to make it.

As he climbed, the pounding in his head got worse, drowning out the pain in his legs and chest.

Why was his head getting worse? Was that sweat or blood? Where….where was he?

For a moment, Scout was disoriented, his mind being unable to comprehend where he was for a few moments.

Then, awareness trickled back into his mind and he recalled his awful situation. He then continued his ascent.

Suddenly, he was in front of his bag. 

What? When had he gotten so close? How far had he climbed?

He looked behind him, his head spinning even more as his brain took in the height of the slope he was on.

He turned back to the rocks in front of him, feeling nauseous. Then, he grabbed the phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

What? When had he dialed? He shoved those thoughts aside.

“Y-yes, uh, I was d-driving around….West Maui….and….”

What had happened to him, again? He glanced down at the wrecked car and remembered.

“I went over the edge….over the cliff….just a few turns past…..that….”

What was the word?

“….village….”

“Alright sir. Just stay calm. We are sending a helicopter to come get you.”

The words took far too long to sink in.

“…right….”

Then, there was silence.

Suddenly, the phone was dialing again. Had he called someone?

“Hello? Scout?” Came the voice of Miss Pauling.

“Pauling….?” Scout was horrified at his voice. Had it sounded like that before? It sounded like he had swallowed a pound of gravel.

Suddenly, he became aware of the pain in his chest again. 

“Scout, is everything alright? Are you still there?” Miss Pauling asked.

“I think…. I mean, something….happened….I….might not…… make it….home….” Scout’s voice was near a whisper.

Breathing was difficult and his head felt like a ticking bomb.

“Scout! Scout, speak to me! What happened?” Miss Pauling’s voice came again.

Scout blinked slowly. He was too tired to speak.

“I….love you Miss Pauling…..always…have….” Scout inhaled deeply. “Tell the guys….I love them, too….”

Scout blinked again, trying to muster up the strength to say something poetic. He couldn’t find the words. His whole brain hurt. Scout laid his face in the hot, sharp stones. A short rest would do him good. A small nap would get him back in his feet. 

The sound of a helicopter filled his ears as he drifted off into the darkness.

The next time Scout was aware of anything, he was in a familiar environment.

He blinked a few times, his view of the base infirmary focusing in his eyes.

How was he back in New Mexico? Last time he checked, he was in Hawaii.

The door to the infirmary opened, drawing Scout’s attention to it. 

A very tired-looking Medic stepped through the door.

As the door swung closed again, Scout caught a glimpse of a few of the other mercs sitting in the waiting area just outside.

A voice brought Scout’s attention back to Medic.

“Five days and a four hour flight over the Pacific and of course, you wake up the moment i leave the room.” Medic said as he crossed the room and crossed something off of a medical chart.

“Welcome back.”

@aerowolf

@callme-adam-iguess

@paranoidginger

@wokeuptraveledstraightintothesun

@treatsf

@scouts-cosplays

[lazyalani]

Dive

| Chapter 1

| Series Masterlist

| Nagi Seishiro × Mikage Reo × [F!Reader] × Chigiri Hyoma

| In which Oxy's Ethereal Squad finally meets Horizon's, their new ally's, Blue Lock Squad, but why are their rings glowing? Oh.

| soulmate au, alien invasion au, cursings, killings, dissection, murder, gore, polyamory

| slow updates cuz writer's block is in my blood and this story is not thoroughly planned at all

Next [In Progress]

The car is shaking as it runs through the rocky, dirty road. Your eyes stare out the window, unbothered. These kinds of roads are already normalized since 2 years ago.

Two years ago, those motherfucking creatures from another planet, or maybe even world, invaded earth.

They started in Egypt, the people claiming to see some kind of black hole, a portal suddenly appear in the middle of the dessert, then strange, ugly, scary creatured came out and wrecked havoc. It started with one, then came another, then another and another, until they spread out to neighboring countries, and reached your homeland.

The whole world was in chaos. People started running from country to country, until there was nothing to run to, except Japan.

The advanced Japan, unlike other countried, managed to hold off the creatures until they developed equipments that could slowly, but surely damage them, until they developed tools that could kill them. But when time came that they could put those tools fully at use, the whole world was almost gone. The people left weren't enough to fill a whole country.

The remaining survivors created their own organizations and homes to survive. They used those organizations to steal documents from labs, information on those creatures, information on those tools, information to survive.

People learned to normalize things that wouldn't even be considered before, things were even meant to be illegal. Killings, murder, dissection, torture, it doesn't matter if it's one of the creatures or human. As long as it's in the way of an organization's goal, an enemy, a rebel, an execution will be conducted.

Two years ago, you would've been trembling from fear and disgust if someone told you you'd have to kill and torture, but who knew two years later you'd be too filled with anger to even care.

If the world was dark before, the world is in the darkest now.

The world is in the most advanced state right now, but at the same time, it's like back to square one. Empty and abandoned buildings and houses everywhere, bloody streets, everywhere is dirty. You would never survive if you're not in any organization. No food to steal from except the organzations itself, with the most advanced securities and all, how would one get in without being a member.

"You're spacing out again." A voice ripped you out of your thoughts.

You blinked and slowly turned to your friend. "Alexei..." She looked concerned, seemingly have just woken up.

Alexei sighed and removed her neck pillow from her neck. "We told you not to think too much, rememeber?"

"Yeah, 'cause it makes you turn emo." Another friend laughed.

You rolled your eyes and threw Alexei's pillow at her. "You turn emo whenever you read angst, Hana."

The redhead stuck out her tongue but was hit by another pillow coming from another redhead.

"You guys are so loud, I can hear you inside my earbuds." She took out one of your earbuds and rubbed her eyes.

Her twin sister smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, go back to sleep, Kana."

"Actually, don't. We're here." Jin, your squad's manager and the driver, smiled through the mirror and shaked his head at you guys.

The car neared a huge double gate, common for every organization's headquarters, and talked with the guard before driving inside.

"Where's my other shoe?!"

"Hana, stop stepping on my bag!"

"Alexei, have you seen my brush?"

"My phone's missing..." You're near crying because phone is everything.

Jin sighed frustratedly. "Girls, please, come on, we've been parked for 5 minutes and we haven't even stepped outside!"

You turned to him for help. "Jin... My phone..."

He groaned and huffed angrily. "Erind, raise all shoes, all bags, all brushes, and all phone!"

"Roger." A male robotic voice answered.

And so the command was done.

"Hey, my shoes!" You complained as it was raised along with the others.

"Oh, my shoe!"

"You flattened my bag, Hana!"

"Why does my brush have a bald spot now?!"

You looked around and saw your phone at the back, floating infront of Kana, and grabbed it. "How the hell did you even end up there..."

"Can we go now?" Jin looked so done.

"Hehe, sorry."

The huge building was shaped like a pentagon, colored in blue, black, and outlined with white lights that glowed in the night. A large sign that said 'Horizon' was displayed on the front and middle of the building.

You could see a silhouette of a woman and two men standing infront of the glass doors as you neared.

She gave a formal smile and bowed along with the uniformed guards beside her. "Goodevening, Ethereal. I am Terieri Anri, Horizon's President Jinpachi's secretary, I am instructed to guide you." She held out a hand.

Jin held a professional smile and shook Anri's hand. "Goodevening, Anri-san, thank you for having us. I'm Kinoshita Jin, Ethereal's Manager."

"Please follow me, we will be heading to the meeting room. Everyone is waiting, as well as your President." She led all of you to the hallways.

Right, you came here to establish alliances. And since Ethereal, your squad, is Oxy's, your organization's top squad, you're obliged to join the meeting to also establish cooperation with Horizon's top squad, Blue Lock.

Aside from how things are organized and the colors, everything is pretty much almost the same as Oxy and every other organizations, because that's how organizations are.

Every organizations' inventors and researchers often coordinate and cooperate with each other to create advanced technologies to help in achieving the same goal. From everyday use like more advanced phones, tvs, ipads, computers, holograms, robots, to weapons. Guns, swords, rapiers, katanas, shotguns, rifles, and all, everything is enhanced, fit to kill both humans and aliens.

This current world is beautifully more advanced, but dreadfully darker.

All of you stopped infront of a double door, the room's windows are glass but tinted, sounproof even, you guessed. Nothing can be seen or heard from the inside and outside.

Anri pressed a button inside the door, kind of like a doorbell, but no ding, only a robotic sound to inform everyone inside.

Only a second has passed and the lock of the doors audibly unlocked, Anri opening the doors and bowing slightly, gesturing for all of you to go inside.

"We are here, please enter."

The room wasn't bright, the lights were all off to better see the hologram being presented at the middle. The meeting room was definitely large, the chairs and table were circled, so many people.

The people present were three organizations Presidents, their top squads, important staffs, and guards.

Horizon, Oxy, and Create.

The three most powerful organizations. While Create leaned more on researching and inventing, their materials and inventories are to be feared.

The room's center of attention became your squad and Blue Lock.

You wondered for a second and immediately turned your head towards Alexei who gasped, looking at her ring finger, or more specifically, the glowing soulmark ring on her ring finger.

Your eyes widened in realization as you looked towards your other members who were also checking their marks, Alexei and Hana had their marks glowing, and noticed a glow on yours too.

Remembering how others looked at Blue Lock to, your gaze shifted to them. Some of their members also had glows.

Your face paled. Of all times, now?

You were sweating in nervousness as the whole room stayed silent, the glows illuminating the dark room along with the hologram.

Along with the arriving of the creatures came the soulmate marks.

Everyone suddenly had a tattoo kind of ring on their left hand's ring finger. When your soulmate is near, the mark will glow and the glow will slowly connect with the glow of your soulmate's mark, connecting you both.

However, it wasn't really common that one has two or more soulmates.

You feel your heart beat fast when you saw two guys' glow from Blue Lock connect with each other before forming one glow and connecting with Alexei, the same slowly happening to Hana.

Your heart beats faster as you held your breath, seeing three guys' glow from Blue Lock connecting with each other before connecting with yours.

As the glows connect with other, your eyes connected with the first guy you saw, he was already looking at you. You felt something lock inside you as you stared at the white haired man with grey, droopy, but sharp and attentive eyes. The lock felt relieving, as if it was something you've been waiting for.

And as much as you wanted to stay focused on your duties, it was. It was something you've been waiting for.

But really, not in a situation like this.

You looked at the two other guys connected with yours, one purple and one red, before looking away in embarassment.

Everyone was fucking looking at you guys, this is so awkward and it makes you want to be dramatic and run away.

Create's President suddenly let out a chuckle, breaking the silence in the room. "Oh, your top squads are special, alright."

What a dramatic, unexpected twist of events.

[kangaracha]

NEVERMORE; AN ANNOTATION chapter 6 (alone, i reach out my hand)

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Summary

Still in the building they found in the previous chapter, Seungmin is woken in the middle of the night by a small disturbance in the building. He comes face to face with a girl in the darkness who is dressed in the same clothes as the other patients from District 9 and seems very scared.

She introduces herself as Hana, and Seungmin offers her food, encouraging her to stay when she offers to leave rather than face all eight of them. While she eats, they talk; she points to Chan and asks if he 'invited all of you here too', and explains that she expected to meet some people in this building who knew the way to Miroh where 'they wouldn't be able to catch us again'.

Seungmin admits freely that they have no idea where they are or where they are going. Hana informs him that this is Injeon, and also gives him more information on the purpose of District 9, the Six, and the Cle.

Han wakes up in time for them to hear the sound of engines running on the hills outside and the echoes of voices shouting. Hana tells them it is a group of people called the Isekai, coming to take them back to District 9. They wake the other boys and start moving, first towards the door they entered the building through and then towards a second exit when they hear the sounds of people entering through that door.

The Isekai chase them out into a rocky valley. Chan wants to keep moving down the valley, hiding behind the rocks - Hana insists they will get caught that way and that they should steal the car parked on the ridge. She asks him why he wants to go down the valley when they have 'been that way before, and been caught'.

Chan doesn't have time to ask what she means; the Isekai chase them as they climb the hill, nearly catching Felix. All nine of them make it to the truck parked there, and they take off down the road towards the city.

Characters

This chapter's main intent, other than moving us towards the city of Injeon, is to introduce the first major original characters of the fic - Hana, the girl that joins Stray Kids for the Injeon arc, and Junseo, one of the leaders of the Isekai.

Junseo is very much a secondary character, introduced simply as a figurehead and a voice to the otherwise faceless Isekai. He is a villain through and through, a loyal servant to the Six and an enemy of SKZ, and not important enough to warrant much other information on.

Hana is the first representation of Stay included in Nevermore, inspired by the Prequel: Highlight Reel trailer, in which leaving District 9 is described as 'we went towards a small light, with you' - the you that they are indicating being Stay. She is named one as an indication that she is always destined to be alone - though this won't become truly noticeable until much further in the future.

In this chapter, Hana is introduced as scared and rather like a wild animal, fresh out of District 9. A little of her backstory is included - she used to live in the city, she claims to have met Chan before - but for the most part, she serves as a conduit through which to deliver information to SKZ in an audience-friendly manner, giving us more knowledge on the world that we've been tipped into, the powers at play, and solidifying the fact that we have stepped out of the 'normal' world into something much different.

Plot

There's little to no content pulled directly from music videos for this chapter, except for a few details inspired by different media:

the truck they steal is supposed to be similar to the one they are seen driving in the Side Effects music video

again, the warehouse is supposed to be the building from the end of District 9, adapted to suit the narrative

the scene within the valley where they hide behind the rocks was heavily inspired by the scene in The Sound Of Music in which the family hide within the shadows of the gravestones

[zetexa]

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[tearsofalonelyprince]

The Boys as bus drivers

Good morning gamers! I’m running on 5 hours of sleep and spite so today I give you the 7 deadly sins as bus drivers.

Lucifer.

This man follows the rules of the road

Rarely talks to anyone

Probably yells at you if you stand up

Says to have a good day as you’re leaving

Over all 6/10 for a morning driver

Mammon

He puts on the radio as soon as he gets on the bus

Peppy af

Says Good Morning every single day

Hands out funky sunglasses if he’s a school bus driver

Jokes around with you

Follows the rules of the road but complains about slow speed

Doesn’t care if you curse but will ask you not to stand

Overall 7/10 bus driver

Leviathan

He played a driving simulator once and rage quit

He got fired 2 days in

If you see this man in the drivers seat, run.

Doesn’t care if you stand or curse

Will speed in slow zones

Calls you a normie for not knowing the Ruri Hana song he’s blasting

2/10. Do not let this man drive

Satan

Quiet as hell

Nods to say good morning

Plays the oldies station

Follows the rules of the road

Thinks any one driving below the speed limit should perish

Just wants to get his route done on time

Ignores you 99% of the time

8/10 driver

Asmodeus

Has a bright pink vest that he put charms on

Up to date with all the gossip on the bus

Will offer tea if you get him a coffee

Is driving on caffeine and spite

Everyone’s favorite driver

Has nicknames for his regulars

“Guys!~ I thought we agreed no standing if I played my playlist on fridays”

Gives a goody bag on all holidays

9/10 purely because he is fun and chaotic

Beelzebub

He stopped at subway and forgot about his route

He then went to McDonald’s

Everyone was late

He got fired :[

0/10 because he forgot he had a job while he was hungry

Belphegor

He’s a grumpy driver

He doesn’t play music cause he might fall asleep

Is driving out of spite because “Fuck Lucifer! What does he think he’s better than me?!”

Has 2 write ups already.

One is for laughing at a kid who fell off the bus

The other is for sleeping in the break room while he was supposed to be doing his route.

He bullies the bullies that pick on the quiet kids

1/10 for minimum effort

[star1117-archives]

𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 - 𝐂.𝐒

♫ Pairing : dad!san x fem!reader

♫ Genre : supernatural au, angst + hurt/comfort

♫ W.C : 2050

♫ Warnings : major character death, car crash, mentions of blood + injuries, argument, mental breakdown, reconciliation

♫ A/N : Adapted a repost for Christmas <3

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© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

This was definitely not what he’d expected while driving home for Christmas.

San’s eyes struggled to stay open as he breathed heavily, blood trickling down his forehead like a river. The mangled metal of what once was his car twisted and writhed, screaming in agony as San tried to lift his head out of the airbag that had deployed on impact. Everything hurt, many of his bones most likely broken and his breathing shallow. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, the air dense with smoke. A hissing came from under the bonnet.

“Sh-..Shit.”

Slowly lifting himself up, San hissed in pain when he heard a crack from near his ribs. A burning sensation tore through his arm yet he reached up regardless, coughing and subsequently groaning in pain. His fingers fumbled with the sun visor before he managed to pull it down, taking a picture out before letting his hand fall back into his lap.

The last of his strength was slowly but surely leaving him.

His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and his eyes grew unfocused despite his attempts to squint and see the picture. He was desperate to see his family one more time.

A bright light could now be seen further up the road, and all of San’s lights had been ruined by the crash. There was no way for the driver to see him until it was too late. Knowing there was a slim chance he’d escape this second impact with his life, San sighed and turned his head to the sunroof, marvelling at the beauty of the stars. He chuckled at the irony of life, a shooting star passing overhead. Although it felt meaningless, the male still closed his eyes and wished, tears now flowing down his cheeks as he heard the truck speeding towards him.

It wouldn’t hurt to make one last Christmas wish.

He mumbled quietly to himself, hating that he couldn’t reach his phone to say goodbye, whimpering quietly as a loud honk drowned out his words. It kept going, again and again as the driver slammed down his breaks, the car squealing in response. Despite the immense pain he was in, San lifted the picture and kissed his loved ones for the last time, the headlights blinding and the horn deafening. He let out one last sentence as he freely sobbed, the imminence of his fate terrifying him.

“I-I’ll see you guys s-soon okay? Daddy’ll see y-you soon.”

Then, darkness.

──── ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♫ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ────

Two Weeks Later

San shot up with a start, holding his head as a sharp pain made itself known. He winced with a hiss, cursing under his breath quietly as he rubbed his temple.

“Daddy! That’s a bad word!”

Looking up, San smiled in relief when he saw his eldest child, Hana, playing quietly with her tea set. Shakily standing up from the floor, San made his way over to Hana with a chuckle.

“Sorry baby, Daddy just had a bad dream.”

When Hana smiled up at San, he gave her a smile back, moving to place his hand on her shoulder. He was soon surprised to find however that his arm passed straight through her. The girl’s expression seemed to darken a little, Hana setting down her cup and adjusting a teddy before turning to a confused San.

“Mommy says you’re a dream too, Daddy.”

Hana let her hand fly out at San’s legs, seemingly unfazed when they passed through cleanly. San, however, jumped back with a start.

“What- What the fuck!-“

Bringing a finger to her lips, Hana shushed her father with wide eyes.

“Daddy! Stop swearing!“

Despite his breath spiralling out of control as he searched for a reason for such a strange event, San tried to calm himself and keep himself from stressing out Hana.

“Sorry, sorry. But baby, how did you know that was gonna happen?”

Hana gave a little huff as she played with a utensil half heartedly, seemingly unable of looking San in the face.

“When I saw you laying on the floor this morning, I tried to hug you but it wouldn’t work. Mommy says it’s because your a fig-ge-mant of my image- in-nation.”

While Hana seemed to struggle over the complicated words you had used, San began to pull at his hair in stress. What the fuck was happening right now? Before he could ask any more questions however, you opened the door to Hana’s bedroom, eyes red and sore as you bounced a restless Haru on your hip.

“Honey, were you talking to yourself again?”

San stood up with a start, taking in your dishevelled appearance with concern as you gazed tiredly at Hana. Not only sore, your eyes had dark circles underneath them as if you hadn’t slept for weeks. Your hair was messily held back by a bandana, and stains adorned your clothes, seemingly from the little menace whining into your t-shirt. Despite this, the girl only pouted in response, shaking her head.

“No Mommy, I was talking to Daddy. See? He’s right there!”

Hana pointed eagerly at San, who walked closer to you hesitantly, unsure of himself. You turned your head to face him, but only seemed to see through him as your eyes watered. You quickly wiped away a tear with a sniffle before turning back to Hana, leaving San hurt and even more confused than before.

“I’ve already told you Hana, Daddy had to go on a very long trip. He cant be in two places at once, can he?”

San rose a hand to your face as you said this, closing the gap between the two of you and cupping your cheek. You shivered briefly, raising your own hand slowly to feel where San had touched you.

“Y/N, I’m here. Can’t you see me?”

Haru had finally calmed down a little as he stared at San, his tear-stained face slowly brightening as he made grabby hands towards his father. When you pushed his hands down, Hana’s voice rose indignantly, the girl standing up from her chair and walking closer towards you, hands on her hips.

“Why aren’t you letting Daddy touch Haru?! I know he can’t really touch him, but Haru’s too young to understand anyways!”

You let out an exasperated sigh at this, running a hand down your face before replying with a slight edge to your tone.

“Because your dad isn’t here Hana, he’s away! I’m sorry you couldn’t say goodbye, but that doesn’t mean you can raise your voice at me! I didn’t get to say goodbye either!”

Your chest heaved as you tried to keep yourself from erupting, Haru also starting to become stressed as Hana ignored your words and continued. San meanwhile stood between the two of you, unsure of what to do as Hana ignored your warnings.

“Stop lying! Daddy’s right here! I can see him!”

San shushed Hana, coming over to her in an attempt to calm the situation down.

“Hana don’t-”

“He’s not here, Hana! He’s gone away for a very long time, and he’s not coming back! Don’t you understand?! He’s gone! Forever!”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as those words left your mouth, sobbing helplessly as Haru started screaming. Despite San’s efforts to keep her from starting up again, Hana walked straight through her father, pushing at your legs until you stumbled out of the doorway.

“You liar!”

And with that, Hana slammed the door in your face, collapsing against it as hot tears of anger flowed. Sliding to the floor, she curled up in a ball and broke down. San quickly came over to her, wrapping his arms around Hana as she bawled, the weight of the world crashing down on her tiny shoulders. Despite not feeling the physical touch of San, she could still feel the love radiating off of him. The two of them stayed there until the fast beat of her heart slowly but surely returned to normal, her anger turning into sadness as she lifted her head and looked at San with a sniff.

“Daddy, are you real? Mommy’s wrong, right?”

San gulped at this, have no clue what to say. I mean, he felt real, but was he? How could he not hold his own children if he’s real? How can his own wife not see him? But how could he not be real?

“To be honest, I have no clue baby. All I know is that I love you so much, and so does Mommy.”

San tried to steady his hand to keep it from slipping through Hana’s face, cupping her cheek.

“Cut your mum some slack, okay? She’s… not herself right now. Plus, you shouldn’t be shouting at her like that either way.”

Hana nodded sullenly, her expression soon brightening when San pulled a silly face at her.

“Now, go apologise to Mommy okay?”

Nodding again, Hana stood up with a sniffle and opened the door, not noticing how the door passed straight through San. That was something he’d never get used to. Surprisingly you were also on the floor, Haru hugging you and whining quietly as you sobbed into his clothes.

San immediately went to your side, pressing small kisses to your face and shushing you quietly. It seemed like you had some sort of connection with him still, as you quietened a little. Hana silently joined Haru in hugging you, all three of you now crying quietly on the floor together. Grabbing Hana’s face, you kissed her forehead before pulling her closer.

“I’m sorry honey, Mommy’s so sorry.”

Hugging you tighter, Hana shook her head, burying it further into your neck as she mumbled onto your skin.

“Me too Mommy, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted at you.”

Watching on quietly, San smiled at his family’s reconciliation, standing up and staring down lovingly at the people most precious to him. Lifting your head up, you pulled back from Hana with a red nose.

“Honey, are you… sure you see Daddy? Could you.. tell me where he is?“

Hesitantly, Hana pointed to where San had frozen in shock, eyes wide. Giving Haru to Hana, you stood up and looked him right in the eye, smiling at him with a sniffle.

“San mountain man Dorito built Choi, I love you so damn much. Wherever you are right now, make sure you’re as happy as possible. But not too happy, miss me a little, okay?”

Chuckling, San gave you a salute before pressing a kiss to your lips. Just as you’d done many times when berating him, you wagged your finger at him with a mock-scowl.

“The last part’s super important, don’t forget it or I swear you’ll be in so much trouble when I can finally join you.”

“I won’t forget, I promise.”

“I’m gonna assume you agreed, so now I’m gonna uh-.. I’m gonna go..”

San rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms loosely around you, not wanting to fall right through you. Whispering quietly in your ear, he pressed a kiss to your ear after speaking.

“I’ll watch over you my love, I promise. I’ll wait as long as it takes, and it better be a long fucking time.”

Hana let out a little shout from the floor, annoyed once again with her father’s apparent potty mouth.

“Language, Daddy!”

Chuckling heartily, you wiped a tear from your eye with a wide smile as you spoke.

“God San, even as a imaginary friend you can’t check yourself.”

San gave you a sheepish smile, dimples showing as his ears tinted red. This soon fell however when you walked right through him to get a tissue. It wasn’t painful, physically at least, yet it still took away some of his relief. How long would it be until Hana couldn’t see him? Until she didn’t believe he was there?

Thoughts like this now plagued his mind, yet he plastered on a smile when he saw Hana staring. It wasn’t exactly what he’d wished for, but he’d take what he’d get either way. Death, in his opinion, seemed more lonelier than this transition stage. He’d make the most of this precious time he’d been gifted, and hope that the next day he wouldn’t wake up somewhere else as he’d done today.

“Merry motherfuckin’ Christmas to me, I guess.”

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[denialcity]

for adoration grow - tobiizu unconventional hanahaki au - 195/?

===chapter 10===

"Does the type of flower hold significance?"

They were on the road as the gentle light from just after dawn made the misty morning a dreamy pastel. The client and Hanae were inside the carriage, while Izuna and Tobirama rode up top again, with Tobirama driving. 

"In ikigai?" Izuna asked, frowning. "Yeah. Wouldn't you know better than me? Senju supply to the Yamanaka sometimes." 

Tobirama set his mouth into a line. 

"In regards to the hanahaki."

"Oh," Izuna brightened. "Yeah, I couldn't identify the type. What did you get?" 

"Red amaryllis," Tobirama replied. "But as of this morning, also pussy willow."

[for adoration grow tag] / [chrono tag for browser] / [full live WIP document for my patreons here] 

[yarameijer]

Hey yara,what do you think happened between taiyou and tenma.I like that in accidental reverse,you said that taiyou told the holy emperor anything interesting tenma told him.I am not sure if that's canon or not but I like the idea,I don't like that in canon,we only see them after the match and then we see them interact again in chrono verse.they have a beautiful friendship and I want to see what you think happened after everything was said and done,what tenma's would've been if after taiyou tells him.Tenma is a very nice person,I can see him forgiving taiyou but he's also human so what do you think?

BTW,I love all of your stories so much and I've read them all countless times.I wish you a speedy recovery

Love,Hana from Egypt

Hey Hana! Oh boy do I love Tenma and Taiyou, their friendship is adorable and there’s so much to explore there! To answer your question about it being canon, no it’s not; it’s a headcanon I have because Taiyou seemed to have quite a bit of contact with Gouenji and I wanted to explore that a bit. Anyway, I have a lot of ideas for Tenma and Taiyou so this is a pretty long post, I hope you enjoy!

(And thank you for the well-wishes!)

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Taiyou, when admitting to Tenma that he was a spy, is very nervous. It actually takes him a while to build up the courage to tell his friend the truth and it's only a couple of weeks before the events of Galaxy that he finally does so.

Tenma... does not take it well. He'd known that Taiyou had lied to him about several things before, like being part of Arakumo, but none of that compares to this - he trusted Taiyou, told him things in confidence, and Taiyou broke that trust pretty much from day one.

Tenma’s response is to leave without a word. They'd met at a park halfway between their schools so he just stands up and walks away because on one hand he's really upset, but at the same time he doesn't want to do something he'll regret later, like start shouting. Taiyou doesn't stop him, too guilty to try. He knows this could very well have ruined their friendship forever and he feels horrible about it. He may or may not have cried afterwards.

The next day at school, it's immediately obvious to Raimon that something is wrong, but Tenma refuses to tell them anything. It drives them all mad because he's barely talking, and he doesn't smile even once. At this point they've known each other only for a couple of months and Raimon is completely lost on how to handle Tenma when he gets like this.

Turns out, they don't really need to do anything. After two days of being quiet and upset, Tenma tentatively messages Shindou, asking if they could talk. They end up video calling and Tenma explains what's happened between him and Taiyou, with Shindou mostly being a listening ear. They talk for several hours, which helps Tenma process his thoughts and try and see things from Taiyou's perspective.

Because, sure, he's angry and betrayed, but it's not the first time a friend has double crossed him. This time it’s just a bit more personal. What helps is that he and Taiyou have spent a lot of time together during the weeks that Chrono Stone took place and it's obvious that Taiyou values their friendship. If he'd just become his friend to get information, Tenma reasons, he wouldn't have bothered to come to their aid. He wouldn't have kept hanging out with him after the Holy Road if he didn't count him as a friend, right? Admittedly, the fact that Taiyou knew that Gouenji was a double agent makes him feel better, too - it's less of a betrayal than if Taiyou had really been on Fifth Sector's side.

In the end, after two and a half days of radio silence, Tenma sends Taiyou a message in which he lets him know that he's still angry, but that he's ready to talk about it if Taiyou wants to as well. Taiyou, who has been going out of his mind with guilt and worry that he's ruined their friendship, immediately responds that he wants to talk. They decide to meet up during the weekend and annoy their respective teams for the rest of the school week because they're both really nervous.

Which turns out to be completely unnecessary. They meet up at the same park as last time and spent the first five minutes in intensely awkward silence before Taiyou can't take it anymore and breaks out the apologies. It takes Tenma another five minutes to convince him to stop and when he does, they finally talk it out. It's a long conversation, they both end up crying for various reasons, Tenma's earlier attempt to not shout at Taiyou fails drastically and he does, in fact, shout at him (the reason Taiyou starts crying) and then feels really guilty about it (the reason Tenma starts crying). Then they both start laughing, partly because of nerves and partly because the entire thing feels ridiculous.

It's a blow to their friendship, certainly, and it takes them a long time to completely bounce back from it (not helped by Tenma suddenly going off into space), but they do. Gouenji may or may not have a hand in that because he keeps inviting the both of them for some extra training, using the excuse that he doesn't have a lot of free time and they both live close to each other so why should he NOT invite them together, they're friends, right? Neither Tenma nor Taiyou can bring themselves to disagree.

Forced to hang out together relatively often helps them a lot, also because if Gouenji didn't trick them into it, they'd keep avoiding each other. After a while they start meeting up together without outside interference and from there on, their friendship continues to recover and, as the years pass, grow even stronger than it was before; at the start of Accidental Reverse, they both consider the other one of their best friends. 

[hcnayun]

❝ this is how we become magic, we walk through fire and become more holy ❞

Age: 31

Gender identification: Cis female, she/her

Residential area: Downtown

Occupation: owner of Humming Bee & former model

Two positive traits: Resilient & engaging

Two negative traits: Impulsive & stubborn

Length of time in Providence Peak: 6 years-ish

Faceclaim: Im Jin-ah

80’s and 90’s music playing in the background, fashion magazines scattered about, a jaw sculpted by the gods, countertops covered in fruits and vegetables, a hair tie around a delicate wrist, a history of survival shining from dark eyes, and a shoe collection that could rival a warehouse

trigger warnings: abuse, stalking, drug and alcohol abuse

The path to Providence Peak was a bumpy road and one made mostly by choice. Hana Yun was born in South Korea into a conservative and traditional yet very loving family and was raised in New York City. The Upper East Side of Manhattan to be more specific. There here days were lived out in a penthouse suite of a five star hotel her parents owned. One of many around the world. That kind of wealth and opulence didn’t give Hana much of an advantage or spoil her. No, her parents were strict and informed her and her siblings early on that they would have to forge their own path in life. Things weren’t just going to be handed to them. Of course, there was a promised inheritance but it would only come when deserved. As Hana and her siblings got older it was realized through obtaining a university degree or displaying discipline and sound decisions toward building a steady life. 

Around age 13 Hana showed the first signs of veering from parental expectations through truancy. Rather than dutifully go to her classes or stay within the walls of her private education she would explore a vast city. Usually that meant she was at the shops given that at the time her obsession was fashion and her aspirations were to be a model. At age 14 she got her first tattoo and made her mother cry. That was the day her parents realized Hana would be a lost cause. Hana had never really been one to conform and generally always marched to the beat of her own drum. Those were traits her parents equally admired and feared in their young daughter. Thankfully, Hana had the ability to make something of those attributes and landed a few modeling gigs after being scouted by an agent while trying on heels in Bloomingdale’s. Not only did she have height, the Korean-American had a ballerina type lithe figure. Despite not being old enough to legally drive Hana found herself desirable to an all consuming industry.

All the wrong influences surrounded her. Managers and agents who were supposed to be looking out for the teenagers best interests, at least that’s what they had promised the Yuns, they only enabled and essentially became ‘yes men’. Not necessarily to be detrimental to Hana’s growing into a stable adult life but because of the inability to turn away all the good fortune and opportunities that came their way. Hana was a star on the rise. With a killer jaw line and an uninhibited personality she was loved by photographers and designers alike. From ages as young as 14 and 15 she was seen in the glossy pages of Vogue, Vanity Fair, and Harper’s Bazaar apart of fashion campaigns for top brands and designers. What that instant success and thrust into the machine of the fashion industry meant was the accessibility to things a child should never be exposed to. Not only by the time Hana was a legal adult had she been scarred by the treatments of immoral types she also had tried a variety of drugs and drink. When she was hot and in-demand Hana’s handlers did whatever it took to keep her going.

Eventually she burnt out and her body crashed from the non-stop lifestyle she’d been leading for half a decade. At 20, she may have made her own wealth but it had come with exhaustion and some dependency on substances of the most unhealthy kind. She’d been around the world and had some incredible experiences but what Hana had missed out on was being a kid, a teenager like her friends in a city like New York. There were some realizations and epiphanies that came from a hospital bed with her family at her side and agent pushed to a corner when she was being treated for exhaustion. In no way could she continue to live like this. Life wasn’t meant to be one non-stop party. No person was meant to work without break for years. So, it wasn’t until she was an adult that Hana listened to her parents and let them be the guidance she needed. She went into therapy and began a spiritual journey that awakened her to a much healthier lifestyle. Activities like yoga and pilates along with vitamins and clean eating became the way of life instead of things that were never meant to be put into her body.

By the age of 25 Hana had all but given up on her lustrous career in modeling and fashion and became a practitioner of mind, body, and soul. Instead of being another student in another class she’d become an instructor and trainer in the art of meditation, yoga and pilates. Unfortunately the noise of New York City was still all too loud and temptations were difficult to turn away when she had a weakness to her and they were so easily offered up to her. Despite the challenge that wasn’t what moved Hana to a city in the midwest, somewhere near the Rockies Mountains— it was obsession. A photographer that had been abusive toward her in her youth and yet someone she’d been forced to work with countless times claimed to love Hana like no one else every had or ever could. The former model had become a target of harassment and threats which escalated into dealing with a full-on stalker that the police couldn’t do too much to protect her against.

Given the way she’d turned her life around and had eventually become someone her parents could be proud of Hana had received her inheritance, and that coupled with the money she’d made in the modeling industry she was able to buy a studio in Providence Peak, Colorado and put the mess behind her.