#i wonder how many people read through all of my tags; cuz i do hide some gems in there as little easter eggs of sorts

[kikyan]

Izaya Ending

His ending is here along with the smut! MDI after the cut! ALSO I RLLY HAD TO HAVE A FRIEND HELP ME WITH THE SMUT CUZ I WAS SO EMBARRASED TO WRITE IT ALL OMFG-

TW: Dub-con! Degration! Name calling! Oral Sex (both giving and receiving)! Collar! Choking! Vaginal Sex/Penetration! Think that’s it if not lmk!

ALSO I RLLY USED THE MOST WATTPAD BASIC ASS LANGUAGE FOR THIS SMUT THIS IS HOW YOU KNOW THIS SHIT WAS WRITTEN YEARS AGO

PART ONE

“Oh? It seems he even has the Dollars searching for you!” 

“ Izaya, please I apologize for anything that I did that caused you to do this, but I need to get back to Shizuo!” 

“ And do what? Apologize for my actions and say everything is fine? You truly are different than other humans (Y/N)! Besides, does Shizu-chan know?” 

“ K-know what?” 

“You can drop the act. I know who you are (Y/N) or should I sa-?!” 

“ Izaya, I won’t ask you again. Please, I apologize for what I said or did but I must return to my fiance.” 

“ I can’t do that (Y/N). You thought you had me fool, no you thought you had the whole world fooled, but unlike Shizu-chan, I know the real you. You are far too unique, too precious to be in the hands of that brute, that damned monster!” 

“ IZAYAAAAAA! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND GIVE ME MY DAMN FIANCE!” 

“ Speak of the Devil, he really did arrive, didn’t he? (Y/N) it’s better if you stay, wait no- I want you to see God punish his worthless creation, than have his Goddess forgive him and the cycle continues!” 

Grabbing her arm, (Y/N) was dragged to the door where Shizuo lay in waiting/ Shizuo’s eyes lit up with hope as (Y/N) arrived, quickly scanning her to ensure that she was not harmed by Izaya. 

“ This is low, even for you Izaya. What the hell do you want anyway?” 

“ I want (Y/N) of course! How rude of you to keep her from society, from me! She is too perfect, in fact, she is perfection! I can’t stand you of all people, a damn monster near her!” 

“ If I am a monster, what the hell does that make you?” 

“ That hurt Shizu-chan, but I’m sure my goddess, (Y/N) would forgive you nonetheless!” 

Grabbing a stop sign Shizuo prepared to swing at Izaya before seeing (Y/N) duck down. 

‘This is too dangerous for (Y/N)! I have to lead him away. . .’ 

“ You see (Y/N)! This monster swung at you! I told you, he would only hurt you! Stay with me, my Goddess!” 

Taking his knife out, he swung it at Shizuo cutting him horizontally across his chest. As Shizuo remained unfazed he swung the sign hitting Izaya as well sending him flying back inside the apartment complex. As Izaya got up and grabbed the knife and (Y/N), before placing the knife under (Y/N)’s throat causing her to panic slightly. 

“ (Y/N)! Izaya you damned bastard! Let her go, that’s low. . .” 

“ It’s fine! Besides, my Goddess is so forgiving, I'm sure she will let this slide! In fact, I feel as if instead of the way I initially thought, it was you Shizuo who used (Y/N)!” 

Catching him off guard Shizuo looked down from (Y/N) with a hurtful expression as he pondered if he did truly use her as Izaya said. 

“ Kid. . . ding. . .!” 

With that Izaya took this time to spin (Y/N) from his hold and bolted to Shizuo, knife ready and a gun to end this beast’s life. As Shizuo looked up he failed to notice the blade approaching fast, approaching close to his eye until it did, leading to Izaya stabbing Shizuo in the eye causing him to crouch down in pain and hold his eye that was bleeding profusely. Izaya held the gun on his forehead before looking down with insanity filled eyes and a smile to top off the look. 

“ Shizuo, let’s ask (Y/N) if she forgives you for using her?” 

Turning to the side he was met with (Y/N) sobbing as she looked at him straight in the eyes before blurting out, “ Izaya, please! Leave Shizuo alone! He did nothing wrong! I’ll do whatever you want me to do just please leave him b-!?” 

“ Oh but (Y/N), you already are. He did nothing wrong? That sounds like forgiveness! Now Shizuo, any last words?” 

Turning slightly noticing he lost the battle and that Izaya won, he mumbled a small “ I love you (Y/N), forgive me” before having his life taken away as well as his fiance. 

“ SHIZUO!” 

(Y/N) ran to catch his body as she sobbed louder before clutching his arm, the one that held his engagement ring. Looking at his corpse (Y/N) continued saying “I FORGIVE YOU I’M SORRY PLEASE, PLEASE COME BACK!” 

“ Heh. . . hehe, ha, haha, HAHAHAAHAHAHA! THIS IS SPLENDID! THIS IS GREAT! THAT DAMNED MONSTER IS GONE! MY GODDESS IS MINE AND MINE ONLY NOW! HEY (Y/N), YOU FORGIVE ME, RIGHT? I MEAN, ON THE BRIGHT SIDE NOW THERE ISN’T A SHIZUO TO EDGE ON, RIGHT?” 

“ . . . I-I-I-I-I. . . I f-forgive y-you. . . I forgive you Izaya. . .” 

“ SEE I KNEW IT! ISN’T MY GODDESS WONDERFUL? NO MATTER THE CRIME SHE WILL ALWAYS FORGIVE! OH (Y/N) YOU TRULY ARE SPECIAL AND ONE OF A KIND!” 

Crouching down to hug (Y/N) from behind, Izaya smiled before speaking. 

“ Indeed (Y/N), you truly are special! Who would have guessed in a million years that I would meet the one who changed me! The one who became my goddess, the one who made me see humanity in a new light!” 

“ I-I-Izaya. . . why me. . .? 

“ Why you ask? Simple, it’s because . . . yOu’Re My FaVoRiTe HuMaN~” 

Standing on the rooftop Izaya was speaking with a female in pigtails as he began to tell her that she wasn’t really planning on killing herself and that she had one or two secrets that she didn’t tell anyone, so if her parents had one. . . what was the big deal? 

“ All humans lie, hide things, no one really makes it through this life being completely honest. Everyone's the same, no exceptions! Well, that is what I thought until I met (Y/N) (l/n) but I’ll let her do the rest from here on out. What you choose to do is on you in the end so choose carefully~!” 

Walking out to the edge with the girl (Y/N) looks and stares at the blood splatter as she turns to her and says, “ we humans will commit the worst of crimes, murder, robbery, rape, you name it. Though, the biggest crime any human can commit and go about not knowing is lying to yourself and making a mistake thinking it will solve the issue. Do not fear, I am not judging you I just want you to know, no matter what you choose to do tonight, I forgive you and I assure you, a second chance is waiting for you all! So please, on the bright side, you now know what is happening and now you know what you can do to change it!” 

The girl began to sob as she clutched onto (Y/N) sobbing and pouring her heart out with her smiling as she looked at the girl. After some time she finally left and (Y/N) looked up to the moon before hearing Izaya speak once again before hugging her and smiling. 

“ Who would have known, so tell me is this you speaking (Y/N)? Or is it Saika?” 

“ You can rest assure it’s me Izaya, but please don’t mention Saika.” 

“ I never imagined someone as happy and cheerful as you to wield Saika, more importantly, go through something as traumatic as you have. Oh well, that’s life I guess! I’ll be waiting by the door whenever you wish to leave my Goddess. . .” 

“ Alright. . .” 

As (Y/N) stared at the moon and then the red blood splatter she began to recall that memory, that small memory that started it all. 

~ 

In a small room all alone lived a young girl in her ‘timeout punishment’ as they called it. It was actually isolation, for three days the young girl hasn’t eaten and was barely drinking enough water to stay alive, but who was she to complain? Looking out she saw several children walking around and playing and it began to sadden the young girl as she could not join them for a small game of tag. Her mother was most likely with some other man and so was her father. As they argued and took out their stress out on other people, such as their daughter (Y/N), they failed to realize the young girl apologize for everything. 

Blood stained the nice mats and floors as two bodies lay on top of each other with wounds in their stomachs causing their entrails to leap out. 

“ I’m sorry mother and father! I apologize, if I wasn’t so weak then this never would have happened. On the bright side, I have freedom now! I also heard that I can play with the neighborhood kids too! Ah, don’t look at me like that mom! I know that I caused you so much pain, but you did too! I know for a fact that I should have done so much more but it’s fine mother! Father was upset when I defied the orders but then again father always got mad!  I ended up reading a book on how to make friends and it said that I should try to make them happy and if I make them sad to apologize! I love people mom and dad! I’m scared they won’t like me or worse hate me! Which is why I need to make them happy, which is why I need to be happy!  I don’t know when they are sad so I will just apologize if I do something you would disapprove of mom, dad!” 

~ 

Looking down from the moon (Y/N) smiled before turning to face Izaya and walking side by side. He too was hurt and didn’t know how else to cope so it was fine! Besides, you’ve made so many friends so any sacrifice that was paid was rightfully paid! After all, you were his goddess and he treated you like one! You’ve made so many friends so it’s been working right! Well whatever, just remember that (Y/N) is afraid of people hating her and never wanting her, so treat a friend right before you start to see not only you fall but they themselves. 

“ What are you thinking about (Y/N)?” 

“ Nothing much Izaya, c’mon let’s go home if that’s all. I still have dinner to make!” 

“Indeed, so what are we making?” 

“ well, what’s your favorite meal?” 

“Well, what was Shizu-chan’s favorite meal?” 

“ Well. . . if you want we can make that. . .” 

“ Then it’s settled! Hey (Y/N). . . you don’t hold it against me for killing Shizu-chan do you?” 

(Y/N) turned to look at Izaya who held the same crazed expression as he did when he pulled the trigger. Shaking her head (Y/N) looked up to smile at Izaya before mouthing, ‘I forgive you Iza-chan!” 

Smiling at the nickname he approached the girl standing before him as he grabbed her by the waist before kissing her softly. Soon after the kiss turned heated as his tongue found its way next to the girls as their tongues entwined together. Feeling the need to breathe, they separated as their only connection was the string of saliva that hung from both of their lips.  

" You are just so forgiving and unpredictable. . . It's exciting to see what our dear (Y/N)-chan will do when faced with a predicament but I think it's more exciting to see how much you of all people can hold on, can withstand before you break! Don't worry my Goddess, because you have me to help you!" 

"Thank you Iza-chan! I appreciate that you will make me happy as much as I make you happy!" 

Grabbing the (h/c) haired female, Izaya began to walk downstairs with his goddess in hand as his mind raced and began to wonder, how far would your relationship with Shizuo last, that is if he was still alive? Well, whatever the case was, Izaya wasn't going to lose to Shizuo so with a sadistic, yet smug grin, he turned to the female he held in his hand and said, 

"(Y/N) - Chan. . . How does a baby sound to you?" 

Pushing Y/N onto the bed, Izaya began to remove his jacket. Pressing kisses onto her neck, mumbling to himself about how this child would be absolutely perfect.

"I-Iza. . .?" 

"Shh. . . (Y/N) - Chan~ don't worry~ The pain you will experience will only make you stronger, our baby will be the summit of all of humanity. Our child will be born to be the perfect mix of our best qualities.”

"Iza. . . I-I. . . If you want a baby then I'll give you one, I'll give birth to our baby. . ." 

" Perfect~ Just to make sure that monster hasn't tainted you, he didn't touch you did he?" 

"No. . . We decided to wait till marriage. . . But it's fine Iza! I mean the one I love is well. . . you isn't it?" 

Not liking the response the young girl gave him Izaya smirked before turning to a straight face filled with anger and lust. 

"That's perfect!~ That means I'll be your first right (Y/N)-chan?"

“O-Of course! You’ll be my very first Iza!”

"That's perfect! (Y/N), you should do more than love me, you should worship you me like your God, your savior, and your salvation. So until then, until I know I have your life, love, admiration, and belief, you are just a lowly human that doesn't deserve my attention."

"Iza! I'm sorry for what I said, but I hope you still know I love y-!?" 

"Apologizing isn't enough (Y/N) - Chan!~ You need to show me you mean it! Show me your love, your faith, show me who you belong to, lowly human. . . " 

" W-w-what should I do?" 

"Well. . . That's up to you to decide! I'm sure Shizuo asked you to do something naughty before right~" 

"W-w-well t-t-that's-!?"

" So you aren't denying it! Well, I guess I'll have you so the same but show more devotion to me! Show me your love!" 

Understanding what he meant (Y/N) turned to the side before nodding and proceeded to get off the bed getting on the floor before nearing Izaya again. 

Izaya began to smirk seeing how submissive (Y/N) was acting and decided to edge her on more.

"Let's make a bet (Y/N) chan~" 

"A bet?" 

(Y/N) tilted her head slightly adding to her "cute" factor causing Izaya to smirk seeing how he was about to taint his Goddess before that monster did. 

"Yes! Let's see. . . Oh! I know! If you can show me your faith by simply being a little naughty then I'll reward you! If not, you'll get punished!" 

"P-p-punished?!" 

(Y/N) scared expression causing Izaya to harden upon her expression. 

"After all, a lowly human like you has to be punished already for doubting in your God! Now (Y/N) - Chan, let's start!" 

(Y/N) began to near Izaya's jeans and nervously began to unbuckle them before turning away with red dusting her facial features. 

"Aww is a sinner embarrassed to face her punishment? Her God?" 

Nodding slowly, (Y/N) began to turn around to face Izaya who was smirking as he saw the young girl timidly stare at his erect member. 

(Y/N) began to fumble with his boxers as she blushed before thinking about the previous time she did something like this. It was late afternoon, Shizuo and (Y/N) had a mini drinking competition which lead to some intense moments. As soon as her mind came back to her she realized that Izaya's member was exposed and she was staring at it. 

A small chuckle brought her out of her daze before she remembered that she needed to do this, to avoid punishment, she didn't mind doing what she was going to do, but if she didn't do well, she was going to be punished and she feared that a lot more. 

(Y/N) began to near his member and placed a small kiss upon the tip causing Izaya to shift a little as he stared at the female below him as she nervously wrapped her lips about his member, begin to slowly suck on it. 

Izaya tilted his head back as he tried to silence his moans. His Goddess was tempting him, in fact, he had to restrain himself from taking her then and there. 

"A-a-ah. . . (Y/N)-c-chan. . . ~"  

Letting small moans escape his mouth he looked down to see the young female, she was red from embarrassment and small tears slipping from her eyes as she continued to tease the young male. 

As the female began to suck a little harder, Izaya bit his lip but it was futile as he huffed a little before letting out soft moans. 

"(Y/N) - chan!~ I-I-I a-a-ahh~" 

Letting his lust get the best of him he grabbed (Y/N)'s hair and pushed her mouth further in causing her to choke a little and to deep throat him. Getting used to his length was difficult for the young girl as she was trying to match the speed of his forcefulness and her own. 

Izaya was shaking a little as he began to chuckle as he stared deep into the girl’s eyes before whispering and grunting a little in response. 

"S-so (Y/N)-chan. . No more like a lowly human. . . Do you believe that was enough? Are you going to finish and follow through with your punishment?" 

(Y/N) continued to suck on his member before hearing more smaller grunts indicating he was close and he was. Izaya was blushing as he continued biting his lip, although this degrading was a big turn on for him and hopefully his "lowly human" he couldn't conceal his excitement as he let one more moan out before releasing inside the girl’s mouth. 

"Swallow." 

(Y/N), already a step ahead, began to swallow the male’s cum making sure to get any leftovers around her mouth. 

"Good job, but I still didn't feel your devotion, your faith in your actions. Nonetheless, I did feel pleasure, so I'll reward you my lowly human~" 

Izaya began to reach for a collar of some sort before showing it off to (Y/N). As she soon understood the message she allowed him to place it on her, she made sure her hair wasn't a bother as she allowed Izaya to gently place it around her neck. Soon after it was placed Izaya noticed how the collar had a circular ring piece in the center and as he smirked he allowed his fingers to wrap around the ring before yanking it causing (Y/N) to jerk forward and meeting his hungry gaze. 

"You were so good, but not good enough. . . Out of my utter kindness as your God. . . I'll pleasure you as well lowly human." 

"I-Iza. . . I-I-I l-love y-yo-?!" 

"THROUGH ACTION! NOT WORDS, ACTION!" 

Izaya grabbed the collar and dragged you to the bed, not before turning and witnessing your red face, you were being slightly choked due to the tightness of the collar, small tears from the previous event and the biggest turn on, you were drooling a bit and it was so cute, like a little ahegao face. 

" You look so fucking hot, are you tempting me? Do you wish to seduce me and make me forget your crimes? Well, that won't work human, but that doesn't mean I can't play with you~" 

"I-Izaya w-what are you doin- a-a-ahh~" 

Small moans escaped from the girl’s mouth as Izaya began to kiss her, his tongue entering her mouth and slowly melting together with hers causing ultimate bliss. Halfway during the kiss, Izaya's hands wandered downwards to the girl’s jeans before he unbuckled them and proceeded to pull them down causing the girl to gasp. 

"Izaya! W-wait!?" 

" I believe you mean God~" 

(Y/N)'s jeans were removed as Izaya's fingers began to near her clothed womanhood. As he massaged your clit through your (f/c) underwear he smirked as he saw his goddess bright red and soft moans and mewling sounds as he made her feel pleasure. Soon after his fingers made it inside and he massaged her womanhood with much ease and it drove poor (Y/N) crazy. 

"I-Izaya. . ." 

" I think you mean God my lowly human!~" 

"G-God. . . I-I f-feel strange. . ." 

" Not yet! Don't tell me that's all! Well, I guess I better start!" 

Izaya neared (Y/N) womanhood as his tongue went to meet her clit and massaged it ever so gently. Making sure she could experience everything he made sure to hold onto her thighs before sucking and nibbling lightly against the bundle of nerves. Causing her back to arch, (Y/N) moaned in pleasure before Izaya began to change not only where he was attacking but the speed. He slid his tongue up and down one last time before he used his tongue to plunge into (Y/N) womanhood. His tongue went in and out of you as you moaned loudly, it was driving you over the edge. Soon after he stopped before getting up and returning back to his position, straddling you but he replaced his tongue with his finger gaining more access. To start off "soft" he allowed two fingers to access the girl plunging them in and out at a small pace before adding another and going faster causing the girl to moan and turn to face her God. 

" I-I-I f-feel f-funny. . ." 

" It's only a matter of time, my dear human." 

(Y/N) began to feel a knot in her abdomen, it was getting more intense and tight with each time his fingers went inside of her. As she was reaching the point of no return he began to speed up as (Y/N) let out one more moan before her body trembled as her eyes slightly rolled back as her juices sprayed everywhere especially on Izaya's fingers. Izaya smirked before seductively removing his finger from inside of (Y/N) and licked them before smiling softly. He leaned down to whisper, 

"That was amazing! You taste so sweet I can't get enough of it!~ but. . . I think it's time we moved onto the main event don't you think, my lowly human, my little slut. . ." 

It was only at this point that (Y/N) noticed the mirror facing the bed. It was a large, floor mirror that gave the observer a good view of the bed. It hadn’t been there before meaning one thing: Izaya had bought it just for this event.

“Ah, I see you’ve noticed it, finally! The perfect instrument for this night of trial! It’s there to test you, you see. . .”

Izaya’s hands snaked around (Y/N) to the back of her shirt. From there, he pulled one of the straps holding her shirt up, letting the tie unravel. 

“You didn’t really think that our fun, little night would end here, did you? I said we were gonna have a main event; an event with a special little treat for you, my lowly slut. Take it all off, we shouldn’t waste any time!”

(Y/N) sat up in shock. Izaya was being too candid, too forward. The darkness of the room led to Izaya’s face having dark shadows. The look made him too lustful and brought a familiar knot to (Y/N)’s abdomen.

Leaning in, Izaya whispered, “Hurry up.”

With shaking hands, (Y/N) brought her hands to her top and took it off in one swoop. The air suddenly surrounded her and she felt ever colder. The easy part was over, but now came the bra. She had been dying to take it off ever since they arrived home, but she couldn’t have expected that it would be in this situation. 

She could feel her face flushing red as she undid the hooks behind her back. She couldn’t bear to face Izaya, but she could still feel his lustful gaze directed towards her. She could feel him surveying every part of her body in arousal.

When she finally slipped the garment off, her body may have been cold but she could still feel the heat pouring between her legs. The air enveloped her body and made her nipples harden up. They perked up even more when Izaya brought his face closer to her.

“No matter what, I want you to look at me. It’s the very least a whore like you can do during this. If you can prove yourself through this, then you’ll get through this next trial~”

Without breaking his gaze, Izaya began to descend upon her chest. Taking one bud into his mouth, he began to swirl his tongue around it. His other hand pinched the remaining nipple and worked together to create a rhythm. Popping it out of his mouth, he bit into the skin around (Y/N)’s chest before moving on to the opposite bud. The sensation made her mind cloud and her mouth threatened to let moans escape. Every part of her body was on fire.

“Mmm. . . Is this pleasurable for you? Are you enjoying it? Don’t forget, my little bitch, that you have to prove your love for me. How devoted are you really?”

“Izaya, I-”

“How many times do I have to say this, (Y/N), only through your actions. Hm. . . Maybe a little punishment will help set you straight?”

Izaya kneeled up from the bed, pulling (Y/N)’s collar with it. The collar constricted around her neck, bringing a wave of euphoria as she was choked for those few seconds as he filled the two of them, leading to Y/N being on top of Izaya. 

“Don’t think this is how we end it. Just for now, you’re nothing more than a slave with a hole. If you ever want to be anything more, prove it.”

Staring at him for a few seconds, (Y/N) was in disbelief of what she was hearing. Did Izaya really believe that, that she was just a warm hole for him? And she already sucked him off, what more did she have to prove?”

“Well go on, prove your devotion to your god, to your complete master.”

(Y/N) knew what she had to do. Her whole body was shaking as she lifted herself on top of Izaya. She could feel her cunt getting wetter by the second, almost soaking Izaya’s midsection. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this with Izaya, much less how obedient she was. It was her first time, she should be hesitant! Maybe she had been secretly wanting this for so long?

Once she was in position, she began to lower herself onto Izaya’s member before being stopped by Izaya.

“Ah, ah, ah, did you think that this is your only punishment? No, no, no! Turn around, (Y/N), face the mirror. If you dare to look away for even a split second, your god will make sure you get disciplined.”

(Y/N) found it good to not upset Izaya. That would be an adventure for another time. Hesitantly, (Y/N) turned around to look at herself in the mirror. When she saw herself, she couldn’t believe the state of her appearance. (Y/N) looked like an arousing mess. Her hair was messy, but it looked artistic in a way. Her hairs were jumbled up and her lips were swollen. Her chest was flushed, riddled with hickeys and as hard as ever. 

“Remember what I said~”

Filled with determination, (Y/N) rose onto her Izaya and steadied herself. She lowered herself onto Izaya’s member, sliding it in with ease. It hurt a lot at the start, but the pain went away and was quickly replaced with arousal. (Y/N) felt like a crab, looking at herself in the mirror. It was uncomfortable to watch, but she didn’t dare disobey Izaya. 

She started moving up and down, watching as her breasts bounced along with her body. Izaya laid below her, helping her along by holding her waist. His fingers dug into her sides, making her squirm around. If only she could see him, what face would he be making?

The room was echoing the moans of both (Y/N) and Izaya. He stayed silent, except for his grunts and the occasional moan. That, along with the sight of such a lewd image right before her eyes, made the knot in her stomach grow and grow. 

The wet claps grew within the room, along with Izaya’s heightened pace. Now, his nails dug into her sides but she didn’t dare comment on it. (Y/N) was too distracted by the intensity of her senses. Her hair started to stick onto her face and she found herself moving into Izaya’s thrusts. Her arms were burning from the position, she kept trying to adjust herself into a better position. 

Izaya’s hands briefly left her waist to play with her breasts some more, before returning to add some much-needed support. The clapping now was wetter, almost sounding empty and echoey. (Y/N)’s abdomen could feel herself tightening around Izaya, but the position just wasn’t enough. Lifting herself up more, she raised her heels and put all her balance on the balls of her feet. The position was just enough and to add more friction, pounding Izaya in further. 

She lowered her hand to play with her clit before her own hand was replaced by Izaya. He said nothing as he played with her folds, rubbing and tugging at it with ways that sent (Y/N) into a frenzy. Her legs twitched and shook, threatening to compromise her position. 

Soon, the passion was more than (Y/N) could withstand. She came all over Izaya, feeling the liquid flow out of her. Her vision blurred and she could feel chills wash over her body. Between her legs, it felt as if everything was pulsating and her heart was ringing in her ears. Izaya followed shortly afterwards, removing himself from her insides and letting her fall onto her side.

His arm snaked around (Y/N) once more, pulling her closer.

“Guess what, my sweet (Y/N). You passed!  You managed to catch my attention through that amazing performance! What do you think?”

(Y/N) had no thought within her mind. The pulsating still hadn’t gone away and the fluid between her legs still felt sticky. If there was one thing she knew, it was that this baby would certainly end up interesting.

[sweetaesuga]

in your heart | his fridays

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: fluff, angst(?), established relationship, fratboy jk, ex-fuckboy jk, bookworm reader!

warnings: language, implied drinking, these two are crackheads basically

word count: 1.1k 

synopsis: your fridays without jungkook.

timeline: takes place after the events of in your eyes. 

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a/n: my posts aren’t showing up under the tags :(((( so sorry for posting this many times. i tried linking a card of current issues going but it’ll hide this🥺

Something doesn't feel right.

It's surely the empty seat besides you where your boyfriend would usually reside but not today. He decided to go to a party his fraternity was throwing. He deemed you would hate him if he was to go to one ever since you started dating which is why he hadn't gone to one in so long. Jungkook even took you out for dinner. 

The whole night consisted of him being sweet to you, way too sweet. Not a jokingly insult was hurled your way how you two normally act towards one another. He took the chance to ask you if he could attend the party. 

The question struck you a bit. You didn't want him asking you permission to go somewhere, you never wanted to be that couple. You didn't want to eventually become the girlfriend who hogged all of his attention. You just wished he wouldn't bail out on you all the time like he used to. You assured him that he didn't have to ask you permission to go to such places yet he still felt awkward. 

Jungkook💓: are u sure about this??

Jungkook💓: i can always not go u know

Jungkook💓: if ur not ok with it 

sugar mama🥺: I'm fine with it!!! 

sugar mama🥺: Go have fun just don't do anything stupid without me

Jungkook💓: ok i luv u

His response threw you off. You've only been dating for two months and none of you have ever told each other you love one another. You don't dwell too much on the topic, simply brushing it off as Jungkook just being excited and he didn't genuinely mean it.

You sat on your couch, searching through Hulu. You contemplated whether or not to watch Rick and Morty, the show you two watch together. Knowing your boyfriend, he would whine about you watching it without him. You exited and scrolled through Netflix. Your attention was divided, one on the movie you were watching and the other on Jungkook's text. In the end you selected a random movie, choosing to just have it as background noise to swallow the silence in the room that was normally filled with Jungkook and you. 

You explored through your Instagram. Reloading your page again, your heart stopped. Taehyung had uploaded a picture. He was taking up most of the picture but Jungkook is still seen in the edge, grinning like an idiot with a bottle of beer in his hand. The others are a blur. 

You felt guilty for going ease from the sight of no girl nearby. You were still insecure despite his comfort. 

You liked the picture, reading the caption before going on to the explore page. You find yourself looking at memes, sending the funniest ones to Jungkook. You didn't care that you sent him twenty-two messages and he'll probably respond the next morning as long as he sent you twenty-two texts back instead of a singular response. 

It's around one in the morning when you receive a thread of messages from your boyfriend coming all at once. You were half awake, body threatening to enter slumber. You frowned with squinted eyes when your phone screen shined. Tiredly, you unlocked your phone. 

Jungkook💓: hiiiiiiiii

Jungkook💓: i miss u i'm sorry for not being there with u

Jungkook💓: forgive me🥺🥺

Jungkook💓: i think i'm drunk but not really

Jungkook💓: thank fuck autocorrect gets me cuz i'm like typing the wrong shir rn

Jungkook💓: i'm in my bed rn :((((

Jungkook💓: n i miss u so much like

Jungkook💓: so so sos osos osos odiosos much

Jungkook💓: wtf my keyboard just wrote that

Jungkook💓: is that spanish???

sugar mama🥺: Idk 

sugar mama🥺: R u ok???

sugar mama🥺: How much did u have to drink?? 

Jungkook💓: idk they just kept common u know??

Jungkook💓: fuckhdn i meant comming*

Jungkook💓: wait but like did u mist me too🥺🦆🥺

sugar mama🥺: Ofc i did🙄

sugar mama🥺: Now go to bed ur gonna feel like shit in the morning

jungkook💓: bet 

jungkook💓: IMG_3725.JPG

jungkook💓: dont my toes look prettyyyyukjd

sugar mama🥺: Stop we said we weren't into this feet shit n go to mf bed

Jungkook💓: ooooooo someone's mad that i got prettyer feet than them😌

Before you can reply to him, his name flashed over your phone screen. You swiped across the screen, bringing your phone up to your ear. You regret doing so as Jungkook screamed into the phone that he has more beautiful feet than you which you can not deny. There's a hiccup before he continued. "I'm like so fucking drunk right now. I miss you so much, I wish you came," his speech is a little slurred but you don't mind. "But I know you hate being surrounded by a lot of people, claustrophobic bitch."

You laughed into the speaker. Jungkook enjoyed every second of it. "You know what? At least I'm not afraid of a microwave." 

You heard him gasp on the other line. "Microwaves have the potential to blow up and shit! Why the hell are you afraid of a spider that's not even half your size?" Jungkook shook his head, remembering how last week you forced him to kill a spider in the corner of the room. He tried to convince you to leave it alone but you weren't having it. 

"They're fucking spiders! Almost everyone in the world is afraid of them even your mom!" he stayed silent for a second. Right when he was ready to defend himself he suddenly realized his mother does have a fear of spiders. "Aww, cat got your tongue, bubba?" 

Jungkook giggled, laying out on his bed. An empty spot next to him where your body would occupy it. He doesn't say anything else, choosing to listen to your breathing. You call out his name, wondering if he dozed off. Jungkook hummed into the speaker. "I think I'm going to have to cut this short and go to bed. I love you," he smiled only to be met with silence. His cheeks burned in embarrassment and he was ready to open his mouth and drunkenly take everything back. 

"Goodnight, don't think you're going to remember in the morning but I love you too," your voice was quiet. It almost drove Jungkook to tears from how small you sounded, almost as if scared to confess to him. 

He hung up first, falling asleep quickly despite being disturbed by the void place besides him. You don't fall asleep right after. In fact, you don't sleep the whole night. Your mind too focused on your conversation. 

Jungkook💓: HOLY SHIT HOW MUCH DID I DRINK

[tatertotthethot]

The Doms Next Door 2.0

THIS IS A TEMPORARY REUPLOAD FOR THIS CHAPTER CUZ TUMBLR IS RAN BY A BUNCH OF BOTS. 2.1 HERE

Warnings/AN: frequent, casually cursing; comical, gay Jimin; insecure reader; steamy flirting; tattoo/sexualized Tae 🙃. Enjoy~ (TAEKOOK EDIT ABOVE IS ARTKOOK DONE BY NONCONMAN ON INSTAGRAM)

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Your tires came to a stop outside of the tattoo shop you've seen online— a brick building, covered in spray paint and street-style art. A sign buzzed over the awning of the entrance doors, with the built-in UV lights and graffiti-styled font displaying the name of the place in neon-red letters. Kink For Ink! The name alone was what first caught your attention last week, when you Googled "Tattoo shops near me" and it pulled up a list, with "Kink For Ink" being the first option. It just seemed so uncanny and fitting at the time, considering the previous run-in you just had with the sex-crazed neighbors a couple nights before. You couldn't help but to click the link to their Instagram.

A profile came up with 53.4k followers, which immediately blew your mind... but you quickly saw why. Every tattoo and piercing, no matter the body-placement, skin-type, or quirky design, was vividly appealing— certainly done by the articulate hands of certified experts. Even in the comments of the piercings that were posted, people were praising them for the "minimal" amount of pain they experienced, despite the fact that some of piercings were done in places you couldn't even fathom the thought of having a needle jammed through.

It said in the bio that the shop is owned by the two artists that work there— Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. You couldn't find out much about them, all their pictures showed was their work. You even went back to search for a personal account of their own, but nothing came up. You then went back to the bio and clicked a link to the official website, hoping to find out something, but you were met with a disclaimer rule at the top that automatically deemed your chances of even getting your piece done by them, slim-to-none.

• No walk-ins allowed.

• Every request/idea must be sent in through the DMs of our Instagram page. You will only be accepted only if it spikes our personal interests.

Yikes; You were instantly discouraged by this. The piece you wanted was something so common and cliché, that you actually got the image out of a child's coloring book.... It was the cartoon layout of the glass vase and enchanted rose, from the Beauty and the Beast movie. Cheesy, yes. But it was something of personal, nostalgic value. You remember when you were little— roughly around 3 or 4 years of age— when your parents started fighting and would spend all day screaming and throwing things at each other, putting you in a constant state of anxiety. But then you'd go to bed at night and pop the VHS tape, and the movie never failed to put you in a peaceful state of mind— a hopeful one. It's remained as your all-time favorite love story throughout the years. Which, is ironic, considering that the relationship itself was different, but almost as dysfunctional as your parent's. However, the fact that even the Beast was capable of change, and everything wound up so perfect and happy in the end, makes your heart happy. And even now, at age 19, it still puts you in your feelings. The previous remake of a movie is what actually inspired you to get the enchanted rose as a tattoo, after seeing it in 3D not too long ago. But you're only willing to shell out up to $200 for it, at most. You've just started college, and even though Jimin's parents own the house and let the two of you live there, rent free, you're still responsible for half the utility bills from month to month. Blowing every bit of money you have saved up, right at the start of the semester, would just be irresponsible. But $200 was manageable, and you're looking for anything that'll give you a little extra "oomph" to break you out of this introverted shell you've always known. Pushing it off would just delay it, and you were ready for change. The nose piercing you want is just a small little thing that'll hopefully add a bit of flare to the features of your face. These two guys could probably do the piercing/tattoo with a blindfold on and a hand tied behind their back. So, if it meant that you'd be able to get these things done in confidence, without having to worry about the outcome, you figured it wouldn't hurt for you to at least ask, even if they straight-up ignore you. So, after spending an unnecessary amount of time overthinking the wording of your text, you finally constructed a message in your notes and DM'd it to business page, after sending them a small, simple outline of the cartoony rose, and pressed send.

• You: Hello! I've been wanting to get this tattoo done for a very while now, and was hoping one of you will be willing to do it for me... along with piercing my nose? I know it's a very mediocre and cliché piece, and a nose piercing can be done anywhere. But I'm new to the area and I've never gotten a tattoo/piercing done before and I haven't really checked out any other places either because I found this page first. And from what I can see, you guys are pretty efficient and CRAZY talented. So, I trust it'll get done right.... only if you want to! I'm willing to pay $200 for this, but if it costs that much for just the outline I've sent then that's fine as well. But I understand if neither of you want to do it cuz that is really cheap compared to the ones I've seen lol. But either way, thx for ur time 😁

A few minutes went by and you had just unlocked your phone to check the message again, when the word "seen" popped below the message. You held your breath for a second— but seconds turned to minutes, and time went by with no reply, what-so-ever. You figured maybe you sounded a little too immature to take seriously; kind of like a prepubescent 12-year-old asking someone out for a dance... and you blew it. Which was disappointing, but predictable. So fuck it. Maybe it's a sign; you shouldn't get it after all.

11pm rolled around, many hours later. You were now hiding beneath your covers, beginning your "amateur threesome" exploration on PornHub. You were ready to see what this whole "2 guys, 1 girl" thing was all about. But just when you were about to type it into the search bar, you were interrupted by an Instagram notification dropping down from the top of your screen.

"KinkForInk sent you a message."

You audibly gasped, eyes turning to saucers as you clicked on the notif and switched over to the Instagram app.

• KinkForInk: Hi (Y/N). This is Tae, one of the artists of the shop. The tattoo you sent in is worth roughly $100... but I want to run an offer by you in hopes that you'll be interested.

— Your brows scrunched in oddity, stomach fluttering. An offer? For you?

• You: Okay, sure. What's that?

• KinkForInk: I've been looking for someone willing to showcase the custom design I've come up with, specifically for a much more... exclusive version of the Beauty and the Beast tattoo you sent. And if you'd be down for letting me and my partner put it on you, it'll be free. No charge. BUT you'll also have to sign a contract saying that you'll do a little bit of modeling for us once it's done. You think you'd be in to doing something like that, even if you get it?

— Your head spun for a second, reading the message over and over again until you could fully wrap your mind around what he was saying.

• You: Hold on... YOU wanna put a tattoo on ME so that I model for you? And it's FREE? Are you sure about this? I'm not even model material lol.

• KinkForInk: Yes, yes, and yes, you are. You'd be perfect for this.

• You: How do know that? Is it a face tattoo? Cuz I only have 6 selfies on here and you can't see anything past my shoulders.

—"Seen" came up as soon as you hit send, but a couple of minutes rolled by with no reply to the message, nor was he even typing. Maybe you came off a little rude. But it was already sketchy and it was a logical question.

— An image suddenly popped up: a screenshot of your Facebook profile. Then another— and much to your horror, it was the photo Jimin tagged you in last week, when the two of you were swimming at a local community pool. You were wearing a simple two piece, sitting at the foot of the lawn chair Jimin was also sitting in, as his legs were visible on either side of you and his lap was practically framing your ass. The photo was at an upward angle and looked so scandalous— but really, you had just asked Jimin to put sun screen on your back and he didn't want to stand up because the pavement was too hot against his bare feet. But you actually liked the picture at the time; it was just a silly joke and your ass actually looked quite nice from that angle. Plus, everyone knows nothing sexual actually goes on between the two of you, for obvious reasons. But Taehyung doesn't, so you couldn't help but dreadfully cringe when you saw the caption of the screen shot.

"Babymama 💦🍆"

• KinkForInk: Is this you??

• You: Yes, that's me. The caption is a joke tho... pay no mind to that. But this is like, really happening? You really think it'd look good on me?

— Why that picture though? You couldn't help but wonder.

• KinkForInk: Yes. Like I said, you're perfect for this piece. Are you down to at least see what the tattoo will look like? We don't expect you to be experienced with modeling or anything, but if you listen to us and cooperate, you'll do just fine.

• You: Yes I wanna see, and I'll do the best I can if I decide to get it... I'm just a bit shy, is all.

• KinkForInk: You'll be in good hands. I promise.

• You: Okay... are you going to show me??

• KinkForInk: Can't send it over a message, I don't want it plagiarized or the concept stolen. But the piece itself isn't necessarily crazy or anything, just more creative. I'd be more than happy to show you at my shop some day this week, if you'd be willing to swing by.

• You: Yeah, I can do that. When should I come?

• KinkForInk: Are you available after 5 tomorrow?

• You: I am, I get off at 4:30.

• KinkForInk: Great. Be here by 5:30, and make sure you've eaten in case you like the piece and wanna get started. It's pretty big for a first timer and gonna take a lot of time and patience. It'll have to be done in sessions but I hope you have a fair enough pain tolerance to at least get the outline of it done first.

— It can't be any worse than a bikini wax, you thought, shivering at the memory. That a story for another time. You decided on an alternative scenario.

• You: I give blood from time to time... but that's easy and doesn't really hurt that much. I think I can handle it though... maybe. I honestly don't know lol, I'm sorry 😣. But I can try my best. Can I ask where it's supposed to go?

• KinkForInk: That's okay, I'll work with you. It's supposed to go down the middle of your back. Starts between the center of your shoulder blades, and trails down the length of your spine to your lower lumbar. You'll see how it looks once we transfer a template on your back. But if you don't like it, there will be no hard feelings from my end. I can still do the tattoo you want if that's the case, free of charge just for your time.

• You: Oh no, you don't have to do that! I'd still pay!

• KinkForInk: Not if I don't accept your money. Trust me, I'm not worried about it. The nose piercing is gonna be $30 regardless, though. JK isn't so lenient.

• You: Of course. Will I have to take my shirt and bra off for the tattoo?

• KinkForInk: Yes, and for the pictures once it's done.

— Your mind blanked at that; thumbs froze over the keypad. He was typing again.

• KinkForInk: Don't let that discourage you. Again, you're in good hands. You can bring something to cover your chest. And the pics will be if your back as well.

• You: Okay, I can handle that. So 5:30 tomorrow?

• KinkForInk: Yes, please don't flake on us!

• You: Lol, I won't. I'll be there.

"They're gonna knock us the fuck out and sell our organs to the black market," Jimin declared. He had parked next to you outside of the shop, and was now sitting in the driver seat of his car with his door locked and windows all the way up, refusing to get out. You were standing right outside his door, still having to talk on the phone. "And is this Tae-guy an AllState representative or something?"

Jimin is petty. You wanted him here for moral support— which he's usually reliable for— but this time, he's just plain salty right and doing everything he can to remind you of that. Reason is, he's been begging you to get a matching tattoo with him ever since your 18th birthday, and you've always refused because of what he wanted to get.

Cupcakes. Jimin wanted to get matching cupcake tattoos... in honor of Cupcakke the legend. Sorry, but H E L L no.

You rolled your eyes, growing frustrated. He only has enough time to pop in and confirm that these two aren't gonna kill you, and then he's gotta head home to get ready for work. You were already supposed to be in there. It was 5:33pm, 3 minutes past the time.

"Jimin, you're the one that insisted on coming along! And now you're making me late!" you ranted. "I'm going in without you."

"Hold your horses, hoe! I'm finishing my blueberry slushie," He retorted, sassily bringing the straw to his mouth and loudly slurping it into the phone. He then abruptly flinched away from the straw with a disgusted expression, nostrils flared, body locking up; lips drawing into an air-tight knot that was so extreme and unnatural, it caused an ugly snort to break out of your nose.

He smacked his lips in exaggeration to the taste, face falling back into stone as an eyebrow arched over the top of his aviators; unamused and saltier than before... Like you were at fault for that, too.

"Or... Blueberry-ass, I should say."

That forced another giggle out of you as Jimin stiffly rolled his window down, phone still pressed to his ear and eyes still scowling at you behind the inspector shades. He bit down on the straw and withdrew it with his teeth before dumping the dark-blue contents of the drink out of the window, making it a point to shake the styrofoam cup empty of every drop before tossing it over his shoulder and into back seat. He then spat the straw out of his mouth with an audible "PLUUUUH!" of a French accent, and waited until the window rolled all the way up again, just so he could hang up the phone. You scoffed at this as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, scornfully watching Jimin exit the car and slam the door behind him. He snatched his glasses off his face as his cotton-candy hair swayed in the breeze, revealing his scornful eyes right back at you as he gestured for you to lead the way in exasperated manner— as if you were the one wasting his time now.

"Go on, lead us to the grave," He shooed, a snippy little shit. You sauntered away, walking up the side of the shop, then paused just before reaching the glass entrance door, when you remembered how much of a coward you are. You've never even stepped into a parlor before, and supposedly, this was a famous one. Which makes it more and more surreal when you think about it.

"Are we doing the mannequin challenge now? Is that what we're doing?" Jimin sardonically inquired.

"You go first, I'm nervous!" You whisper-hissed.

"You don't want me to go in there first— I'll show out," he reasoned, simply stating a fact.

"Please don't," you whined.

"Then, again, I'll show out?" He reiterated, as if to say duh. "How else am I supposed to break the ice? I look like Timmy Turner's Fairy-Gay- Parent."

You gave him a wary look... he's right. You sighed, slightly kicking your foot in distracted defeat. Fuck, you hated making an entrance to new places—

"Hold up— is that Drake?" Jimin suddenly blurted, holding his hand up to silence you. You honed in on the muffled track playing from behind the glass door, and Jimin's face soon light up like a Christmas tree before he spun around you, unstoppable.

"Jimin, NO—!"

"KIKI, DO YOU LOVE ME—?!"

It was already too late. The door was flying back behind him as he Milly-Rocked his way into the shop, leaving you no choice but the chase in behind him.

"—ARE YOU RIDING? SAY YOU'LL NEVA-EVA LEAVE FROM BESIDE ME— hello there."

You were panting, coming to a stop right behind Jimin, where you instantly latched on to the back of his shirt as you met the face of the man behind the studio counter. And, as corny as this is gonna sound: the world actually stilled for a solid beat... or maybe you were in the verge of cardiac arrest.

A pair of glossy-Black eyes looked up at the two of you; A series of silver-studded earrings trailed along the outer cartilages, peaking out beneath a head of soft, layer-swept hair. It was a Carmel-tinted blonde in color— thick and shaggy, and neatly spilling in waves around a headband that proudly sported a high-dollar brand-name you've never seen anyone wear in person before. G U C C I, it read— Meaning that the headband alone was probably worth more than some of your college text books, put together. It sat just a few inches above a pair of dark brows, that oddly brought out the shape of his cat-like eyes— irises like polished marbles. His ample lips had a sharp, well-defined Cupid's-bow, and a natural shade of pink that fit the porcelain appearance of his melanin-kissed complexion, to the finest degree.

And here you are, looking like an actual bum. You had just enough time to clock out of work and head straight over here to make it in time. You didn't even have any makeup on, and the only thing hiding your raggedy hair from those captivating eyes is your old baseball cap from high school. It took a second for him to take the bold presence that was Park Jimin— who was also frozen to the spot as he openly checked the guy out. He was hunched over the counter, a v-neck hoodie covering the rest of him with a thin, loose-fitting material. It was Black and allowed a full visual of his tan neck, and prominent collar bones. And it certainly didn't hide the fact that he had a pair of wide-set shoulders, either. A pencil sat in his hand— one that was laced with masculine veins, and lot of decorative ink. There was a silver ring on his thumb.. and a very heavy-looking Rolex watch.

The man cracked a grin at Jimin— a boxy one that dimpled in at the corners.

"Love the hair," he humorously began, twisting a quirky eyebrow at Jimin. You subconsciously snagged the bill of your hat as your eyes went a little wide at how mature the man's voice was.

"Love the watch," Jimin retorted, then reached around and gripped you by the wrist before pulling you into full view beside him. "You wouldn't happen to be Taehyung...?"

"Mhm," the man hummed, absentmindedly moving his wrist at the mention of his watch. His eyes cut over to you, and you swore you could see a minuscule reflection of yourself in his eyes, before they flashed back at Jimin and blinked. "You must be the babydaddy?"

Blood rushes to your ears. It's really him... a guy who looks like a high-dollar model himself, asking you to be his canvas model. Your own conscious didn't even know what to say right now. So you stayed quiet and still as Jimin took charge... which was a mistake.

"She wishes, but no. I'm the best-friend— and a gay one, at that," Jimin replied, and you knew he did that for his benefit. Thot. "I'm just here to make sure you're not gonna sacrifice her to Satan, or anything of that nature. I need her around in case I ever forget the Netflix password."

Taehyung chuckled at that, mouth opening to reveal a row of teeth shinier than Chip Skylark's. But then, you caught something behind his teeth that caused your gut to leap. A silver ball... a tongue ring. Your thoughts clouded over for a second.

"Well, I can assure you, she's safe with me," he said, looking over at you again. You blinked, nothing more. His brow arched at your lack of response, but this time, it was done more handsomely as he was still smirking at you. "Still, you don't look too thrilled to be here... You sure you wanna do this?"

"She's just nervous because you're really fucking hot," Jimin announced, unyielding. "You should feel how sweaty her hand is."

"Don't listen to him— I'm gay too," You lied in panic, trying to defend yourself from the absolute truth Jimin spoke just then. You snatched your hand away from him and jutted a finger at the door, eyes beading and lid twitching as your nerves ran amuck. "Goodbye, Jimin."

"She's a lonesome hetero," Jimin told Taehyung, assuring him with a face that showed no bluff. "One look at her camera roll, and you'd see for yourself—" You were yanking him away by the arm now, in a tug-of-war game that Jimin obviously could've won if he really wanted to. But he figured you suffered enough and eventually let you drag him out of the shop, waving bye to Taehyung before turning to look at you with beading eyes.

"I think he wants to fuck you— text me as soon as you can," Jimin uttered with unmoving lips as before he walked to his car. You stopped for a second, noticing he was actually being serious. How could he possibly think that he wants to fuck you, just from that small encounter? And what is the odd sensation currently coiling in your stomach? Things grew awkward again when you re-entered the shop, coming to a stand at the same spot... only alone now. He was still amused, it seemed. And so calm and cool despite this odd, intense look in his eyes. It gave him a Casanova effect, where all he had to do was give you that look and it'd instantly make you blush.

"He seems like a fun person to be around," he noted, somewhat honestly, but more so making fun of the red-hot appearance of your face.

"He's a pain in the ass," you muttered, trying to conjure up a smirk but hardly even able to speak properly from how dry your mouth was. It felt like there was a white-hot iron expanding in your throat. "I'm really sorry about him."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're here— thought you'd chicken out." You nervously wiped your clammy palms over the back pockets of your jeans as Taehyung got up from the barstool behind the counter and approached you on the other side of it, a whole head-and-a-half taller than you. He was wearing black cardigan jeans and matching combat boots.. his headband and jewelry the only thing not black on him. And oddly enough, he made it look fucking fantastic.

"Mh-mm," You hummed, not trusting your voice. You've never needed a sip of water so bad in your life— he even smelled expensive.

"Well, It's very nice to meet you," he formerly began, and you mustered up the normality of placing your (dried) hand into his much larger one, as he held his out to you in greeting. And boy, was he close. So close that the heels of your spine itches to lean back from the proximity.

"It's nice to meet you, too. I'm really sorry if I'm acting weird. I'm just nervous." — Your mind struggled to stay focused on your words, arm tensing at the skin-to-skin contact. You were extra-effected by the firmness in his grip. You really wanted to look down at all the bold ink you saw dashing across the veiny surface of his tanned hand, or see if those were images or scripted letters on the knuckles of lengthy fingers... But you were held captive by those God-blessed eyes... And that fucking tongue ring. It was infecting your head in ways that weren't necessarily healthy for your current state of mind, as you saw it peering in and out at certain words.

"And physically shaking," Taehyung pointed out, brows twitching down at your trembling hand in his as if he was concerned for it. But his smirk gave off an odd sense of fascination to the involuntary symptom, like it was cute or something? Hm. He glanced back up at you, causing your dehydrated throat to bob as his other hand came to clasp over the rest of yours, swallowing it completely from the wrist down. "Intimidated?"

"V-Very," you spluttered, a small slither of saliva copulating down your throat as you looked back up at him. He absentmindedly rolled his tongue ring over the button row of his teeth as he watched you with tainted eyes— undoubtably getting cocky with that damn grin of his and proudly teasing you about your reaction to him. It gratified the effortless sex-appeal he had. You were even beginning to imagine that tongue ring elsewhere, and you literally just met him. Then, as you felt the band of a ring move along with the pad of his thumb as gently ran it across your trembly knuckles, chills shot up all the way to your shoulder. Oh... oh wow. You glanced down at his knuckles on reflex this time, and saw a four-letter word scripted in black ink across the bottom row of his knuckles, and another word scripted on the middle section of his fingers. A silver band on his naked thumb. STAY TRUE, it said.

"And why's that?"

"I.. feel like you're a celebrity," you sheepishly admitted, your other hand wedging into your back pocket as you had to stop yourself from reaching for the bill of your hat again. Is he flirting? The words seem too innocent for the way he was making you feel. It was getting so hot in the oven of his massive palms, and he wasn't even squeezing you hard enough to cut off any circulation, but yet your fingers were beginning to tingle.

"Mm, no. Just a little popular, really," he granted, teetering his head a little as he pondered the thought. You could see his vocal chords contract in his sleek neck as they project his smooth, pungent voice. "You still trust me?"

"Mhm," was all you could muster. He'd gotten even closer, to where his hand had gone into a prayer stance around yours. You were aware of how wide your eyes had gone from the awe you... you knew this was just the beginning. He was going to be very handsy throughout this whole process. But in a very twisted way, you were more than okay with that. Even if it meant you were at risk of fainting from actual dehydration. Maybe you were in over your head. But you couldn't will yourself away from this now. And then, just as a wide, heart-stopping smile edged out on that mind-numbingly handsome face, the door at that back of the room swung open, and heavy-metal rock blasted through the quiet vibe of the scenery and caused you to jump a little at the disturbance. Taehyung shot a wicked smile over his shoulder, and his next words nearly knocked you out right then and there as you beheld yet another, breathtaking sight.

"Oh, there you are," Tae eagerly acknowledged, one hand still holding yours as he walked around to grab your with the other, presenting you to the.. hulking presence in the room. "This is (Y/N), our next little experiment."

[darkwingsnark]

FIC WRITER MEME

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AO3 name: DarkwingSnark

Fandoms: ...SEE, I’m in lots of fandoms. Or at least, I’ve written for them during hyper-fixation periods. Let’s see what AO3 says...

Batman: The Animated Series (20)

Batman - All Media Types (7)

Wander Over Yonder (Cartoon) (6)

DuckTales (Cartoon 1987) (5)

Penn Zero: Part-Time Hero (5)

Penguins of Madagascar (3)

James and the Giant Peach - Roald Dahl (3)

Darkwing Duck (Cartoon 1991) (3)

Disney - All Media Types (3)

Dan Vs. (2)

Milo Murphy's Law (2)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (1)

The Batman (Cartoon) (1)

Lady and the Tramp (1955) (1)

Looney Tunes | Merrie Melodies (1)

Winnie-the-Pooh - All Media Types (1)

Alice in Wonderland (1951) (1)

Gummi Bears (TV) (1)

Winnie-the-Pooh (Disney) (1)

.... Honestly, I feel like there’s more that this list isn’t covering. Like Phineas and Ferb isn’t here and I wrote for that show too. And many of these can be simplified and condensed because they belong to similar fics.

Tropes: Depends on the fic. But as a whole, tend to write Romantic Comedies with a lot of slow burn. Mostly because... struggle is funny. People being dumdums and oblivious to the obvious is funny. Aaaaand also because it allows the episodic quality of shenanigans to occur.

Number of fics: Up and posted on AO3? 53. Does not include stuff on FF.net or that’s sitting in google docs begging to be finished.

Fic I spent the most time on: Not sure how to read this. Does it mean active man hours? Or does stuff like having a hiatus in-between count? Because TECHNICALLY ‘Real Value’ was started in high school, and I didn’t rewrite it and carry on the series (with Moonie) until many years later. There are also fics like ‘Growing Love’ or ‘Priorities’ that took a lot of time to do research. Like learning how to build a lawn mower so I could have a character believably break it apart for repairs.

....God I do a lot of research that doesn’t go into the actual fics. Because all I need, really, in the confidence of what I’m doing to be the character and describe an action here or there. 

Fic I spent the least time on: Probably something drabble related? Or maybe the fic I did that was just me venting out emotions because I was feeling guilty? ‘A Mother’s Intuition’ was written and posted within a couple of hours.

Longest fic: Complicated. The longest thing written is technically an RP, NOT a story. (Different, trust me.) ‘What Happens in Gotham’ has a word count of  207,413. But fic wise at 89,022 word would be ‘The Constant Gardener’ . 

Runner up being ‘Priorities’ at little over 87k.

Shortest fic: Drabbles? Uh, let’s see.. Probably from ‘Beauty and Your Worth’, as i think one was literally a paragraph long. ... Speaking of Gummi Bears, I wonder if I still have my notes on the GruffiGusto fic I wanted to write. Something to look into.

Most hits: Apparently ‘Fallen Hard’ at  5354

Most kudos: Also ‘Fallen Hard’ at 518. There... were more fans of Milo Murphy’s Law than I realised. 

Most comment threads: ‘Fallen Hard’, 193 comments. ‘What Happens in Gotham’ following at 185.

Most bookmarks: .... that’s something people care about? I hardly ever bookmark things, since I read it in one go. But... I can look?

Ah.... ‘Fallen Hard’. 63

Total word count: 971,833 Oh hey! Almost a million. That’s something to celebrate.

Favorite fic I wrote: 'Knights of Dobenshire’. Hands down. (With ‘Heart of the Cards’ being very close.) I like writing road trip styled stories. It allows many things to happen within the narrative. BUT, ‘Knights of Dobenshire’ wins because it was such a satisfying conclusion of this build up, you know? Scrooge is finally no longer just putting up with the relationship with Fenton, but fully embracing it. That surprise feeling that hits him when he realizes, dear lord, he IS attracted to Fenton beyond affection. 

It hits me more than a mutual pining because there I KNOW they will get together. But here? While writing with Moonie? I DIDN’T KNOW! I was worried in the end we’d have to write another fic to finally reach that step. Scrooge is stubborn and does what he wants, let me tell ya.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: 'Fallen Hard’, ‘Season of Miracles’, ‘Going with the Flow’, pretty much anything that isn’t complete. BUT, not posted, I really want to get back to more of the stories planned in the McCrack series. It was a ship I kinda made from the ground up, with nobody caring about it in the beginning. So it feels very important to see that series through.

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

... Actually, I can share something from 'Donald’s Party (Working Title)’. @swampy-tiefling and I started. Just the first scene to get you guys hooked.

Donald took a deep breath of air from the doorway of the house and sighed, once again pleased to find himself at his home away from home. Traveling the seas and exploring the world with the navy were its own rewards, he supposed, but there would never be anything quite like the countryside-- the middle aged mallard having practically been raised on Grandma Duck’s farm. Donald Duck was happy to be on shore-- his naval carrier being docked for the week in Duckburg as they replenished supplies and took care of whatever repairs that were needed. Whatever excuse his bosses wanted to use were fine by him, he was just happy to not be scrubbing decks for a change!

That didn’t, however, mean he was able to rest and relax-- as the duck was startled out of his thoughts as somebody bumped into him. That somebody was his grandmother as she came to, just having caught her plate of cookies before they fell.

“My land, Donald! What in the world are you doing hiding here when you should be meetin’ and greetin’ the guests?”

Donald ignored the woman’s soft glare as he waved her off, using his other hand to steal a cookie in the process. Stuffing it in his mouth, he murmured out a response.

“Phooey, they’re just relatives.”

“Even more of a reason to go out and talk to them.” Before the sailor could argue, Grandma Duck placed the plate of treats into his hands. “And put these out on the snack table while you’re at it. Poor Fethry is looking peckish.”

Donald rolled his eyes, but otherwise did as he was told. Wasn’t it just like life to make him work at his own welcome home party? Walking towards the open yard where the party was taking place, it didn’t take long to reach the table, where his cousins were already gathered around as they chat.

This instantly caught the attention of the lankier duck, his gaze zoning in as he smiled widely towards Donald in greeting.

“Well if it ain’t the guest of honor, with snacks to boot!” Fethry leaned closer, his red hat wobbling with him as he continued to inquire. “Say, cuz, ya wouldn’t happen to know if these are gluten free, would ya?”

Donald gave him an unimpressed look. 

“You’re not going on another crazy diet, are ya?” Though, in all honesty, he was more worried his looney cousin might try to drag him along-- and after months of eating nothing but mush, he would NOT miss out on his first chance to pig out on actual home cooked meals.

"Not crazy at all, actually!" Fethry grinned that goofy grin. "See, it's all right here; Gluten Free; It's the Way to Be' !" he shoved a rather lengthy-looking hard cover book in Donald's face. Donald had no choice but to stare at it, the words all blurring together from its close proximity to his eyes. The offending object remained there for only a second, however, before it was yanked back, the nutty mallard already busy flipping through it.

"Let's see, here, there's a fascinating chapter I think you should-- Don?"

Phew, that had been close. Donald was still in sneaking away mode, and jumped and yelped when he was tapped on the shoulder. Oh no. He'd been caught, after all. He slowly turned, with a forced, toothy grin, to face his fate.

A wave of relief washed over him when he saw his girlfriend, Daisy, smiling sweetly at him, instead.

“And where do you think you’re sneaking off to, Mister? You’ve been gone for so long, and here we are, with you haven’t even given me a kiss ‘hello’ yet.” 

Now there was something Donald didn’t mind doing, as his girlfriend leaned in her face for her reward. Wrapping his arms around her, he planted the biggest of smooches to her temple. 

“Gaww, I’m sorry Daisy. I really did miss you.”

This earned him a soft smile, as it was Daisy’s turn to kiss him on the forehead.

“And I missed you, hun. Now, tell me… why WERE you sneaking around?”

“Grandma put me on entertainment duty.”

“Well, “ his girlfriend began, “it IS your party, after all. They came to see you, seems fair to me.” This made the sailor groan as she looked at him unsympathetically. Rolling her eyes, the reporter sarcastically patted her boyfriend in comfort. “There there. Now don’t go sneaking off for real, the boys will be arriving soon. And Grandma tells me Uncle Scrooge will be bringing along a special guest.”

“Special guest?” Donald asked incredulously. “Like who?” This caused Daisy’s eyes to glimmer all the more in mischief, a look that told him that she knew something he didn’t know. And that something was big news, if he was reading her right.

“Oh, nobody TOO special, I suppose,” Daisy was stalling, and it was driving Donald up the wall. The duck woman continued her teasing. “Nobody except your uncle’s new date friend.”

"Date friend?" Donald practically exclaimed, prompting Daisy's grin to grow all the more smug.

"Yep! You've missed quite a bit since you've been away, you know."

"No kidding...well I'll be..." Donald was shaking his head, but he was smiling. Uncle Scrooge, dating, at his age... it was nothing short of a miracle. It was about time, too!

"Meanwhile, why don't you go say hi to the rest of the guests? I know it's hard..." she rolled her eyes. "but at least make an effort, okay? Thanks, hun!"

Donald's heart fluttered as she smooched his cheek, and left. He glanced out over the yard, and saw quite a few familiar faces; Gus, Ludwig, Gladstone... heck, even Gyro Gearloose had shown up!

He sighed, but this one wasn't a sigh of pure despair. It did feel nice to be home, surrounded by people who most likely cared, and his nephews were even going to show up soon. Not to mention, he'd get to tease his uncle for finally taking his advice on the whole dating thing. 

That alone gave Donald the pep in his step he needed as he threw himself back into the party-- where he knew his crazed family would be waiting for him. 

[smolbeandrabbles]

Flaws - Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Reader (Animal Kingdom)

Happy Birthday @mandy23b - I love you ❤ So I have too much of a thing for this GIF...

Author’s Note: You know that the Andrew Cody I write is always a nice mix of both of them so...

Hopefully you enjoy whatever angle you’re looking at this from... ...And if you have the perspective of both, I hope you enjoy twice! First let me tag the #AndrewCrew @jeneyre​ @beany-ben​ 

Disclaimer: Animal Kingdom show and movie themes and characters not mine. / lyrics not mine; Andrew once again is juxtaposed in my group choice  “Oh yeah, Take That! They sound like and Andrew Cody band!” 

Premise: In your best attempt to show him what real family is like, you persuade  Andrew to come with you to meet yours... Words: 9351 Warnings: Swearing - maybe an insulin warning?

_______ You should know what you're fighting for Can't promise you oh that perfect life To get this far I've seen darker times Never looking up, running from the light Always out of reach, ignoring every sign You should know cuz I care about you And you deserve more than any truth The dirt and soil it's still beneath my nails Don't know how to win only how to fail I have so many, so many flaws If you take me, if you take me, they're yours And if you see tomorrow I'll give you it all Take me, take me, I'm yours... ---

When you’d met Andrew you had a fiancé. When you’d met Andrew he’d been on a job. Well, no, that was an understatement - because the job had been you. (True you hadn’t driven that car to work since then “Aw, but my other one is boring!” “But it doesn’t draw attention!” “...But I love it.” “I know you do. But you should do it for your own safety.” “Why, do you worry?” “Why, would you do it for me...?”) And through a series of too-strange-to-be-coincidences you’d now ended up here...

You’d come this far with him, but there was a lot that was still hard. He didn’t really like talking about his family, but he did because you asked him. Plus if you’d been ‘the job’ then you knew whatever was up with them couldn’t be good. However he wouldn’t let you meet them; and it wasn’t an argument, it was just something he told you. He’d rather you didn’t. At first this was okay with you, until you realised the likelihood of that meaning you were the world’s biggest secret. And give or take information about what he did, you had told your family all about him. You guess you didn’t mind being a secret - but there were implications with it that made you sad; it would be dangerous for his family to know about you? They would use you as leverage? You didn’t know exactly what, but you knew it upset you. And you knew that that wasn’t how family was supposed to behave.

This all took a strain on him. And you could tell - often he’d leave without saying goodbye, and he’d go silent until the next time he turned up at your house. The occasional text wasn’t really enough, but you loved and trusted him enough to understand why he needed to do this. You knew the kind of man he was; what he did. But, you wanted to give him a real family - one you knew he wouldn’t have to hide anything from, and he could be himself around. (Well, maybe that was wishful thinking. But you knew your family well enough to know what they would and wouldn’t tolerate). It wasn’t exactly the easiest subject to broach with him though, because it would involve him being away from his own family life for at least a couple of days. And the blank stare he gave you when you finally managed to get the idea out of your head, said that he thought it a less-than-ideal situation. “... You want me to what?” “It’d just be a long weekend, four days maximum.” “Y/N... I... I don’t think that’s a good idea...” “Well you won’t let me meet yours, but I want you to meet mine...” “...Why?” “Why not?” Was about the only good counter you had - because I love you, because you deserve this, because what you have is not a real family...? “...well, when?” You gave a shrug “Whenever you think you can get away for that long. I know you spend a lot of time protecting me Andrew, I don’t want it to screw that up either.” “It’s more what your family will think of me.” “...Well, I think they’ll love you.” His laugh was sarcastic; “I’m sure.” “Look, will you please just come?” Andrew sighed; “Will it make you happy?” You folded your arms, wondering why that needed to be a factor, but if it’d get him to budge on this... “...Yes. But it’s not about making me happy.” “I’ll do it.” He gave a nod, “Next weekend. Three days. Home Sunday night.” “Okay...” you agreed with a smile, “No more no less...”

 *

 The car drive was almost completely silent. And Andrew looked more than a little uncomfortable - even though he reassured you every time you asked if he was okay or not. You tried to keep him talking but it was harder than you imagined. Was he nervous? That was strange to you; you couldn’t imagine a situation where Andrew would be uncomfortable. Ah, domestic life! but then that only made you wonder even more what his family was like. What was home life for him? He was comfortable enough every time he stayed with you, and it wasn’t a people thing considering his extensive siblings... unless it was a people thing. That Andrew Cody wasn’t used to not being the one in the room calling the shots. That he wasn’t used to being in an unfamiliar place. (Did that even make sense to you? Surely every job was also pulled in somewhere so unfamiliar... if not cased. Still, you supposed, familiar company...)

You’d seen him pack his little orange bottle of pills this morning - and you didn’t know if that was a good sign that he was trying, or a bad sign that he thought he was going to need them. “Did you take one?” “Yeah. And I hate taking them, so this is for you.” “I know you do...” you carefully removed one hand from the wheel and took hold of his, to let him know how much that meant “You don’t have to do it for me.” “No, but, I at least want to make a good first impression.” You smiled, rather than laughed - that was a sweet thing of him to consider. He didn’t have to do that. Heck you would give him a gold star just for turning up.

 —

 It was a long drive. And although Andrew offered multiple times to swap with you, you just kept shaking your head, he didn’t need to do that. And you knew the way, you had this, it was easier for you to drive than for you to sit and tell him directions. And you liked doing things like this for him - after all, like he said, he was coming all this way for you.

When you arrived it was nearing dark, and you rolled neatly up into the drive. “Huh!” He studied your family home from the passenger side; “Not what I expected!” “In a good way or a bad way?” You nodded to it “It’s bigger on the inside...” He tipped his head with a frown, and a glint to those bright eyes that made you jog his arm “Don’t case my parents’ house!” There was almost a laugh there; “Can’t help it. Force of habit.” The front door opened before you’d even stepped out of the vehicle and light flooded the little porch your parents had. Andrews face clearly read that he thought they were a little too eager, so you thought you better get out and calm them down quick. “Take all the time you need okay...” you placed your hand over his “It’s gonna be fine... they’re just excited.” “Yeah...” That was fairly uncertain, so you leant across to kiss his cheek. “I love you, Andrew, you know that...” Reassurance; as if that’s what he needed, that it didn’t matter what happened or what anyone else thought, you would leave here with your love intact. He mattered more to you right now than maybe anything else. And your parents would understand that if they didn’t already. You hopped out of your car and ran to the porch and straight into a tight embrace; “Y/N!!!” Andrew watched all this very carefully from his seat, undoing the belt at snail’s pace - he was trying to calculate all this very quick in his head. If he could figure your family out from here, he’d understand exactly the kind of man he had to be when he stepped out of this car. Andrew took a deep breath, now or never to be the man you needed him to be. “...Mom! Dad!” You pulled back, “It’s great to see you!” “It’s great to have you home sweetheart...!!!” They both looked expectantly to the car on the driveway; and you hushed them for a minute “He’s not used to this... I just... I know you’re very enthusiastic about meeting him but... if you can tone down your enthusiasm just a little I think it’s help him out... y’know, at least until he’s used to it... and I wouldn’t ask if I-” It was their turn to hush you; “It’s okay, sweetheart we know – we can be a little... full on. And we want to make sure he’s comfortable, but loved.” “Me too...” you turned back to the car yourself to watch him hop out, and then round the back to collect your bags “... You have no idea...” then you turned back to your parents “Oh God, the kids?!” “It’s all okay - either out for the night or upstairs... does he know!?” You grimaced slightly; “One step at a time... at least let him think it’s quiet. Else I’ll be finding a ride home...”

Even Andrew’s footsteps were fairly uncertain as he walked up the driveway. He checked everything - and you knew he was surveying his surroundings; quick escape routes, what his options were for safe places... that would set him less on edge. Finally you saw him take a deep breath; like he’d figured it all out in his mind, and his steps picked up, confident, as he made the rest of the way to the porch, his and your bags slung over his shoulder. “Ah! You must be Andrew! It’s a pleasure to meet you!”  Your mom stepped forward first; tonally bright - to which she received a smile. “And you...” Then he turned to your father and extended his hand; “Sir.” That almost made you laugh, but you held it back. Ah, the unconventional bending to the wills of convention! You spent the rest of your parents’ introductions focusing on his expression - you weren’t sure how you would feel about his determination to act through this weekend. Still, at least he seemed guarded but comfortable... Andrew could instantly tell the most threatening force in this house would still be him.

 The first few hours were quiet, your parents didn’t ask or push too much from him, as the four of you sat there in the living room making small talk. But good small talk, nothing useless or empty that Andrew would have no time for (being the man he was) and you found the mood peaceful, and calm and not one force of tension in sight - there wasn’t one hanging awkward silence or pause as someone’s brain desperately searched for something to say. And you liked that. You liked that your parents took things you had told them and made light surface conversation... and they didn’t dive too deep when taking initiative from his answers; Andrew had many people to get to know this weekend, even though he didn’t know it yet. They all would ask him the same thing 10 times and he was the only one they all had to get to know. What you knew best is he’d never agree to do this if you told him what was really going on here...

You just hoped he might forgive you.

 *

 Andrew woke up to the sound of voices. Too many voices. Too many young voices... He groaned and pushed his palms against his eyes - what now? He shifted his body to try and shut it out - in what position could he hear it least-!? But as he moved around Andrew also realised he was alone. With a sigh of discontent he opened his eyes, staring hard at the bedroom wall. Well, there was no way he was getting back to sleep with that racket. And no you (not to mention no note or anything!!). he slid out of bed and dressed, but upon opening the door to your room, realised that made the noise level increase. He scowled for just a second, not exactly what he had in mind to wake up to - but then he supposed in a good neighbourhood like this... there’d be a lot of families.

However, his annoyance turned to curiosity turned to anxiousness. Those voices were definitely in this house - not a neighbouring one, or a back yard or playing in the street - this house. He stood at the top of the stairs for far too long, and then took it one slow step at a time. He crept down the steps trying to make sure his senses weren’t deceiving him. Step and stop. Step and stop. And listen. He couldn’t really hear what was going on, a lot of indistinct chatter and voices talking over each other but, Andrew was desperately trying to isolate those voices to count them. And then rake through every conversation you’d ever had to figure out who the children might be. He peered over the banisters to see if he could at least figure out where you all were.

“...Okay! Okay! Will you lot calm down! You’ll wake the whole house!” He smiled gently at the familiarity of your own voice. “But we wanna meet Andrew!!!” “I realise that-! But trust me the last thing he’s gonna wanna hear at this time in the morning is you guys screaming... you’re giving me a headache just, hush a sec-!” “Why!?” “Why what-! Just quiet down-!” “You’re not the boss of us!” That was at least 3 different children already. “Oh, so you want me to get mom?!” Andrew noticed that lowered the decibel levels, and he smiled – that was a threat he knew all too well. He guessed you were in the kitchen, considering his attempt to visually seek you out was in vein, but he was still a little anxious. That was a lot of voices - and busy situations never really put him at his best. Especially if all attention was on him - which he assumed it would be. He reached the bottom stair and took his time with reaching the lounge, taking a deep breath. Working himself up to the fact that all those voices belonged to kids who would all soon be clamouring for attention from him. Andrew peered around the corner, and was glad for a few seconds more of respite when he realised that all of them were gathered into one part of the kitchen, probably around you. “So what’s he like?” ...and still talking about him. “Yeah Y/N! Tell us everything!” “Like I didn’t already?” Your laugh was bright “Ask him yourself. Not all at once mind.” “Why? Is he shy?” “Ha! No.” Okay, maybe a little. At something like this. “But why would you want second hand information!?” “Pleaaaase can we go get him!” “No! Leave the poor man alone!” “Aw! But why not?!” “Let me put it this way - how would you feel if a bunch of adults you didn’t know waltzed into your room to drag you out of bed?” He shuffled a little further into the room and took another deep breath, trying to unfaze himself – the oldest couldn’t have been any more than 14.

“Uh, hey.” They all turned suddenly at the sound of his voice. Even when quiet it held a tone about it that made you listen. And one by one they all gasped, but held silent on your instruction. You bit your lip gently in silent apology that you’d put him in this situation, even though he kept his eyes steady on them. As if your parents wasn’t tremendous pressure enough – maybe he really would need those pills! “Kids, this in Andrew - who I’m sure you’ve all heard me speak far too much about.” You gave him a wink “Andrew, meet the foster siblings. I don’t even remember their names...Sooooo...” “Hey!!!” Three of the youngest turned back to you which made you laugh. But suddenly he was again faced with 8 pairs of eyes looking at him and that didn’t include yours.

Instead Andrew raised his own to you slowly and you could see all the questions on his face that started with ’why didn’t you...?!’ Your slight apology was again in your smile. And you looked back to the kids - “Well, introduce yourselves, make him feel welcome - DON’T smother him. Ask how he likes his French toast...!” You gave a wink to your boyfriend “Andrew, honey, you can sit down. And honestly, if they get too much you have my permission to tell them to get lost!”

There were wines of protest yet again from the group, but they politely didn’t coddle him all at once. You watched him pay close attention to all of them as they told him their names in age order. Five boys. Three girls. And from what he could tell from a variety of backgrounds and nationalities; Alexei, Ignacio, Lucas, Genevieve, Connor, Harriet, Laurence and Carrie.  And nicknames, like he didn’t have enough to learn. Satisfied he’d got it all down he turned back to the only person in the room that hadn’t moved; “How I like my French toast?” He raised an eyebrow at you; “Dunno, about time I - with the help of the dream team - make you breakfast. And you’re the guest Andrew, so you pick, as you might have heard from the commotion these guys can’t decide.” He held his hands up “I like surprises!” That made them all turn to him; “Andrew! Pick my idea!” “No!! Andrew mine is better!!! Mine!!!” You sighed, “Guys what did I just say! Give him a break!” He laughed “How do you like it?” “Me?” You pointed to yourself “oh, I’m a simple girl…” He leant his head on his hand with a small smile; “Well, I don’t mind that.” “Are you guys flirting-!” “Shut up!” You pushed one of the older boys; “you just earned yourself chores Alexei!” “Aw c’mon!” “No as the oldest you know I need your help, get back here.”

 Andrew watched you collect Alexei, Lucas and Gen together to help you, and turned back to the rest of them. He tried to remember each name very carefully, and work out all their attributes. Well, it was what he did best… They all looked very different, and seemed to have wildly unique personalities. That helped, it made things easier. But it didn’t make it any less information to take in. So pretty soon he was back to studying you and your worktop;

“Oh, hold on...” he pointed to the vividly coloured juice standing to one side, “Is this one of your super-secret smoothies?” Your eyes flicked to him with a tiny smirk; “Maybe.” Carrie gasped; “Have you had one?!” Andrew turned to her with a shake of his head “Don’t think I ever got that far...” “Y/N!!!!” You held your hands up to protest innocence “It’s not like I haven’t offered.” “Well,” He scoffed, folding his arms “a sip isn’t a glass.” You narrowed your eyes at him; see - Andrew knew the game and he was playing into it easily. Get the kids on side, you win the argument no matter what. His tone matched in playful amusement that almost threatened to cross his face. He’d done this his entire life in just about every situation you could think of. There’s no way he wasn’t gonna for here. That all had them gasping and turning to you in horror; “Oh For Goodnessake! He can have some here-! Don’t you all start on me!!” But you knew they would, Andrew Cody was already flexing his muscles to take this family over. And none of them would have any idea. Sneaky little…!! But you laughed to yourself, if it made his comfortable you weren’t about to blame him. You picked up your mug of coffee, allowing the older children to finish their own toast under your watchful eye as a calm lul fell over the table as they shot him a lot of much easier childish questions. And he answered with a kind of childish enjoyment. Until through all the quieter questions, Gen cut across from where she was standing with you. “Have you two kissed?!” You almost choked on your coffee at the way she made it sound like the most scandalous thing the two of you could possibly do, oh the pure innocence of children Andrew leant on his hand again with an amused smile and responded as only he could; “Mmm hmm!” She covered her mouth with her hand and looked to you with wide eyes. You just gave a gentle shrug and tried to ignore the look on Alexei’s face at her question. Yeah alright, let her think that’s the most intimate thing that can happen! * You made them all sit up to the table with him and quiet down as you plated up French Toast and poured everyone drinks. “Alright, eat slow, drink slower, breathe...” “Can we say Grace?” “You may...” Andrew gave you a look, to which you shook your head. Not unless he wanted to, you weren’t about to make him play to every whim of your littlest siblings. In fact as they all closed their eyes and spoke in unison, you continued around the kitchen, and Andrew’s eyes followed you. They were all straight in when they’d finished, but he was still staring at you. “What?” You mouthed, and he just shook his head.  He liked watching you. That wholesomeness that seemed nearly incorruptible by his life. He liked seeing you be you.

You loved that look, even when there wasn’t a smile on his face, that look in his eyes drew you to him. You liked the shirt he was wearing today, the red stripes in different colours, and you were rewarded for your curiosity with it being soft cotton, as you gathered him in your arms; running your fingers into his hair, he let out a soft hum, picking up his glass as you kissed the top of his head. He took a sip. “Mmm. No, that’s good...” Andrew ran one of his own arms around your waist and tipped his head back to catch your lips with his. “Oh? Compliments Mr.Cody?” “Well, I only save them for you...” He murmured, and you let him steal another, before nodding to his toast; “You’re missing out on the best bit.” “Oh yeah?” “Ohhh Yeah.” You leant on his shoulder to watch the way he meticulously cut it, and then stopped turning to you; “Is that chocolate, miss?” “Uh huh.” “You are unbelievable.” He pulled it apart delicately and made sure he wouldn’t drip it everywhere as he took a bite. “Mmmmm.... mmmmm!!!” “Y/N! he likes it!! He likes it!!!” “Oh I’ll say!” You gave Connor a wink “Okay, how?!” “You perfect French Toast and then you decide what works best...” you swept your hand to the table “And get yourself a bunch of taste testers, for whom you cater to every whim.” You turned to him; “And a boyfriend who should never have told me his favourite chocolate.” Extremely bitter and dark and only on occasion. At least you knew no one else around the table was about to touch it. “What, gonna use it against me now?” “No!!” You rebuked that teasing comment, and he chuckled, pulling him to you again for another kiss.

There were footsteps from the other end of the living room and suddenly screams of: “DAD! DAD!! They’re flirting!!!” “DAAAD!! They’re kissing!!!” Your father chuckled “I can see that.” “Oh my god-!” But neither you nor Andrew let each other go; “Everyone is treating me like a teenager!” Your father smacked Andrew on the back; “No. It’s just good to see you with a sensible man for once!!” That only made Andrew laugh a little harder and he turned his attention back to you; “Bad experiences?” “You are not hearing about my ex boyfriends.” “Oh Andrew, we’ll be here until Christmas!” “What-!? DAD!!” That had the kids laughing too, even though they were all far too young to know anything about your teenage love affairs. “Well, I know about the Fiancé...” Andrew mused, looking back to you with those intelligent blue eyes. “Yes, and?” Your dad huffed at that; “You’re much better for her, don’t you worry about him.” “Oh my god!” You buried your face in your hands, as everyone once again laughed “You were gonna let me marry him!!” Your father gave a shrug “I was hoping you might come to your senses...” He nodded to Andrew with a smile; “I’m glad to see you did.” Andrew gave a sweet smile and all but let you go, turning back to his breakfast “Well, uh, thank you, Sir...”

Your dad gave a wise nod; “Now the question here, Andrew, is do you want a real drink? Not that Y/N making breakfast isn’t a blessing. You doing that for your parents too?!” “If you’ll sit down for five minutes and let me!” Your dad waved away your protests, Andrew swivelled back to you; “I’ll have whatever she’s drinking...” “Oh, this old thing...” your father absentmindedly waved his hands to the coffee machine.  “…Uh Sure…” But you were staring at Andrew with your mouth slightly open at the cheekiness of what he’d just said. He wanted the coffee you were drinking because he’d tasted it on your lips. That was a vailed you taste good if ever there was one. And the look on his face was daring you to out that you knew what he was saying. You held your tongue. But pushed him gently. “Y/N, I don’t know how to make it.” “Dad... sit... sit... I got this!!” He only did what you asked because you pretty much pushed him there. But that only made Andrew stand; “I’ll help.” “Babe, no, you... don’t worry about it.” “No, no, I want to help...” Suddenly your mom appeared, as if on cue for the situation. And it was clear she’d heard the whole thing; holding the youngest member of your family - at barely 5 months old - in her arms. Annie. “You see Y/N, he’s domesticated too.” She gave Andrew a wink that almost made you throw hands, this weekend you couldn’t win. And Andrew Cody has your family in the palm of his hand; “Definitely a keeper!”

*** “Y/N...” your mom touched your arm lightly as you sat on the couch paying close attention to your very youngest siblings play with Annie. Best they were careful with her; but you knew your parents were raising them right. Your parents had raised so many foster kids. Your very eldest sibling had been in your life since you were four, and he was your parents first.  Then it just snowballed from there. And there were so many of them now. A few of them had grown up here, like these kids would. Some had been welcomed as teens and left as soon as they could but they always came back. They were always part of the family. “...Hmm?” You turned to her, “Do you know where Andrew went?” You looked around. Had he even said something about leaving? Maybe... but he wouldn’t have made a big fuss about it; and you hadn’t even noticed he was gone. You frowned “No. But he might be a little overwhelmed, and be a little sick of being a climbing frame.” “Oh! He should have said something!!” “Naw...” you stood “Andrew has his own ways of saying things. They never seem to involve many words... in this case I think he’s just being polite!” You smiled “I’ll go see if he’s okay.” “Do you know where he went?” “...I know every quiet place around here. He’ll be there.” “He doesn’t have to come back, you will let him know that won’t you... I just...” She waved her arms frantically for a moment at the thought of you dragging him back to somewhere he perhaps didn’t want to be right now on her request. You took her hands in yours “Were worried... I know mom it’s okay...” you gave a smile “I appreciate it... that you’re concerned!” You embraced her “Thank you, for thinking about him...” She smiled, with a graceful shake of her head; “He’s family now... I hope he know that too...” You knew the effect of her sentence on your smile; “...If he doesn’t... he soon will...” * When you found him Andrew was standing alone in your bedroom, curtains pulled all except for a tiny crack, from which he surveyed your parents back garden and the surrounding houses. You closed your bedroom door quietly. But Andrew was all too aware of everything, so you knew that even if you’d have slammed it he wouldn’t have flinched. “Are you okay?” He kept his eyes on that bar of light; “I just needed some quiet.” “I know...” you approached him slowly, “I thought so... I’m sorry... I mean I knew they’d want to see you ... but I didn’t realise they’d practically adopt you...” “It’s okay. You don’t need to be sorry, they’re kids...” you shook his head, and he turned those pretty eyes on you. They could be pretty a lot of things; pretty mysterious, pretty vacant, pretty wild, pretty sorrowful, pretty dangerous... for now they were just pretty. You crossed to him slowly, and sat on the edge of your bed “But are you okay?” “Yeah...” he nodded, voice quiet “It’s a little bit of a lot but, I’m good.” “You... around kids much?” Andrew gave a shrug of indifference to your question; “Baz’s... and my sister... she... has one... J...oshua?” He scrunched his face trying to remember. “God... I can’t have seen him since he was a baby, though.” “I didn’t know Julia had a kid...!” “Mmm! See, now you know something new.”

He sat with you, but it didn’t last long, before he sunk into your lap and rested his head there. “I just need... time for my thoughts to...” You nodded, running your fingers through his thick dark hair soothingly “I know, baby, it’s okay...” Andrew sighed, and for a moment closed his eyes; “I should really thank you...” he tracked the backs of his fingers over your knees and down your calf; he was mimicking you soothing him, but reciprocating calming you himself; “For introducing me to them.” You laughed; “Why do you say that?” “Because this is what real family is like.” Your breath caught at that smile; so pure and genuine it almost wasn’t real. Not from Andrew. “...You see me? With all of the flaws I have, and you... you still... you love that.” You raised an eyebrow, unsure you liked that sentence coming off his lips; “...Flaws? No... Andrew... no... they are a part of you... they aren’t flaws... nuances... they make you you...” “Flaws... you know what I do.” “And I told you, as long as you’re safe I don’t care...” He took a breath, gentle... unsure but decisive. His eyes clouded; maybe misty - you didn’t dare think or hope he was going to cry over this one... “I’m yours...” You tipped your head and let him lace your fingers with his; “...Not possessively...” but you smiled “...but I like that you are mine.” God knows what would become of him if not.

He closed his eyes for a minute and there was silence and a calm to his steady breathing. “Andrew...” “Hmm?” “Would you like me to go? I can leave you in peace if you want...?” “No...” he shook his head, his voice hardly above a whisper “stay... please stay...”

 *

There was a quick, few second siren blip from outside and everyone in the house collectively froze for two seconds. You instantly turned to your mother and grabbed her arm, hissing “David is coming-?!” “Yes, he wouldn’t want to miss this...” “From work??!” “Yes what’s wrong with that?” F**k! You did not want your obvious and maybe known criminal boyfriend to square up to in uniform officer, oldest foster brother; David. And David would lay into him no matter what, because that’s what David did. You didn’t want to tell Andrew about him before, mostly because you didn’t anticipate it would ever be a problem or he’d wanna come. D was grown up and moved out, and the only one close in age to you - months separated the two of you and you’d grown up together. But you hadn’t quite got to the ‘oh yeah, but the way Mr.Cody! My brothers a police officer!’ Part of your life yet and he was about to damn well walk in here!!! You took a deep breath - so did you quickly have it out with Andrew, or do you try to force David to take a detour to change clothes first? Either way - your Cody wasn’t going to let this go with a simple explanation.

You decided that getting to your brother first was the only option you had. Before anyone else got there; including Andrew. You’d just have to pull him aside later and apologise - the kids were meant to be a nice surprise. And he’d given traction enough to let you know that it was. But David... that was something else entirely. You cut the line and sprinted to the door.

��Hey crew! I’m home!” He had barely turned around and shut the door and you were there. “Holy sh*t!! Y/N!!” He grabbed you into a hug “No one said you were turning up!!! And in uniform??” “Well, I had to surprise you, didnt I...?” he watched you study it closely “You changed rank?” “I see you read my email...” You shook your head “c’mon David, no one reads email anymore...” “Uh, have you seen the people I work with??!” He looked up to the strangely empty corridor “So, where’s the boyfriend. You know I’m really hear for that, I got sick of your face years ago...” he smirked at you; “Am I still the tallest?” You gave him a look, he was 6ft7. Being the tallest was hardly difficult. But it did make his ‘people person’ face kinda intimidating. “How you been?” “Good - and yourself?” “Can’t complain can ya... crime rate is steady...” “Are we gonna get lectured all night?” “If I think ya man needs it - does he?!” You hoped your face was as stoic as you thought it was.

There was sudden yelling as your parents had clearly let the clan loose, and you took a step back as they ran at him. “Davyyyy—!!!” “Oh geez—! You guys got heavy!” He pretended that it took effort for him to lift three of them at once. “David -!!! Take us for a ride in the car!” “Uh no! It’s dinner time! Didn’t mom and dad teach you a thing?!” He put them all down “And if they didn’t I will, I’ve been working all day and I’m starving...” so your parents filed out next; “Hey mom! Dad! Thanks for having me on short notice!!” “No problem!” You shook your head; “Are you kidding??!” “It’s meant to be a surprise for you, hush!” He shoved the top of your arm, turning back to your parents “Should I get changed? I feel like I should get changed?” You saw right through that; “Though you also want the power play of sitting in your uniform all night.” He scoffed at you, folding his arms “Damn right.”

Whilst all this was going on, Andrew appeared slowly in the door way. “Alright kids, to the table, go on...” David attempted to heard them all towards the living room, and your parents ushered them along too. There was a tense moment of them both staring each other down. And you knew why; that uniform was fatal. You hoped you were too far out of the city for your brother to have any idea who the Cody’s were, but who knew... David turned to you with another slight smirk “I’m still the tallest.” He strode over to Andrew in a way that clearly put Andrew’s back up. Andrew didn’t like that - that he didn’t make the move. “You must be Andrew, I’m David. Both the oldest foster child and the experimental one. Y/N has never liked me very much, so you may be inclined to feel the same. Personally, I’d quite like to get to know ya.” Andrew’s eyes flicked past him to you, and your clearly unimpressed face. It was only a flicker, not one David noticed - and Andrew extended his hand; “Andrew Cody.” “Nice to meet you Andrew.” “Yeah...” it was a cool Yeah. A don’t mess with me yeah... and you gritted your teeth. This situation had become less than ideal. David turned to you and gave you the look you were expecting from him; talkative!, then he pointed to the stairs “I’ll get changed.” “Good call-!” His look continued until he had to swing around the bannister and face Andrew again, by which time you had your head in your hands. God give me strength to survive tonight...!

“So... he’s a police officer?” Andrew’s approach was steady, just like the way he eyed the stairs. “Uh huh...” you removed your hands from your face “I swear to you I had no idea he was coming here, if there’s one person I didn’t want you to meet...” “How old is he?” “Couple of months younger than me.. we literally grew up together...” you decided to broach the subject before he did; “You think he knows?” Andrew gained a smile you didn’t like, “If he knew who I was, I’d have been against that door in 5 seconds flat. I think I’m okay.” “Be careful.” He turned his eyes on you and his brow quirked; “Oh no. I’m gonna tell him about the next 5 jobs we plan to pull.”

You were still quietly talking to Andrew when David descended the stairs, and he cleared his throat; “Y/N! This is a family dinner, c’mon!” He moved through into the next room “oh god-! You’re not even all sat down?!” “We await the guest of honour!” “Oh right,” he took a step back and pointed to Andrew; “that means you, by the way.” You noticed that David sat himself opposite Andrew, even though every child your parents had wanted to sit somewhere in his proximity. Your look to him was a clear warning; don’t you dare! David knew everything, even though he wasn’t a blood relative, you wrapped all your secrets up in him, all the ones that (at the time) felt like he was the only one you could trust to tell. And even though he was younger than you, you always treated him like a bigger brother, and he always protected you like one. Only problem was now, as a brother and a police officer - the kind of man he was supposed to be protecting you from was sitting opposite him, and holding hands with you. “So Andrew.” you noticed the way that David narrowed his eyes, testing. “You ever seen a family quite like this...” Andrews eyes flicked around your foster brothers face. And you knew what this evening was going to be. One long damn stand-off. They were both good at reading people. It would be a battle of who could read who better.

“I mean, not to this scale...” Andrews answer was measured “I don’t have foster siblings, but I have a pretty large close-knit family myself. 3 siblings, and one who might as well be...” he gave a shrug “I mean, I’m used to this. But, maybe on a small scale. And they’re all grown up now. I haven’t experienced younger siblings for a while. It’s refreshing...” You knew every real feeling behind every measured word. “Huh! I didn’t know you had siblings!” Andrew nodded; “Brothers... Craig, Deran... One sister, Julia… Baz isn’t but he...” He made a motion to allude to what he’d just said. “Wow...” David nodded “And what do you do?” This was the question you always skipped around when your parents asked; oh you know, a bit of everything... You weren’t sure you knew the answer yourself. Not one you liked. Or they would like either. Andrew made sure to lean his arms so that his elbows weren’t on the table.  “Real estate.” David straightened, intrigued, and even your parents looked at each other. Andrew was only too happy to smile and elaborate; “My mom owns a bunch of properties, each of us takes care of things like collecting and running rent checks, regular maintenance, accounts... things like that.” “So really a bit of everything!” You mother sounded pleased, and you nodded. Exactly what you’d said! “How much do you make doing that?” David wasn’t about to beat around the bush, and was content to act like he was your father, not your brother apparently. “D!” “David!” You and your father had the same idea, and you were already glaring daggers at him. Your significant other held his hands out to calm the table; “No... it’s okay... it doesn’t pay too bad. I make enough...” he gave a slight smirk, “you might have to arrest me to get any figures out of me.” David gave a sudden smile, like Andrew was finally talking his language “Ah! You noticed the uniform. Good. And don’t forget it’s the first thing I’m gonna do when you break her heart, Andrew Cody.” You let your expression tell him to impolitely shut up.

But your evening continued as such, with David attempting to field any question that would trip Andrew up. And Andrew expertly jumping through every hoop, and daring David to throw something that was at least a challenge for him. Bad cop. But Andrew was also fielding questions from your younger siblings. Who were back to asking him mundane questions they hadn’t thought of in the morning. ...What is your favourite colour?! He mused on that like it was hard, at least harder than anything David could ask; “...Blue. Definitely blue.” You guessed you agreed; “You do wear a lot of blue.” Good cop.

 **

 As the evening wore on, and the table was cleared you found yourself standing with David in the kitchen clearing away. “What the heck is his problem?!” You turned to him “YOU have got to be kidding saying that!!? What is YOUR problem!” He passed close to you to stack plates away; “Look at the way he looks at me. It’s unnerving. And I’m a police officer. Normal people don’t give looks like that.” “Normal people don’t tell their sister’s boyfriends they’ll arrest them.” He risked a look over his shoulder. He was right though; Andrew was eyeing you both with an expression that you found unreadable. David lowered his voice “Y/N... Killers give me less chills than he does... are you sure you’re okay?!” You smacked his arm; “If you were a little f- freakin’-” only because there were kids around did you dare turn that PG “-nicer!!!” “Isn’t that my job?” “No!! Not really! I’m not a teenager anymore David. And in case you didn’t realise, neither is he.” “Yeah. I know. How old is he anyway?” “Don’t you dare!” Your look was nothing less than fierce and it caused him to at least back up a few paces. He didn’t often lay off his pushes; but this was one of those rare times David knew what was best for him. “I’m trying to look out for you.” “Will you please let me look after myself..?” He turned to lean against the counter with you. Now you were both staring at Andrew, he chose instead to let his eyes wander back to your other siblings; “...Just tell me he does too.” “What?” “Looks after you.” “Of course he does...” You nudged David “What kinda question is that?” He gave a sincere smile and turned to you; “He looks like he does.”

 *** David started clock watching at about nine, and by ten he decided he should take his leave. “You won’t stay?” “Aw no. I’ll be back at the station tomorrow.” “But you can stay here!” “No, ma! It’s okay... It’s a trek back, and I don’t wanna disturb everyone getting up either.” He hugged your parent’s goodbye and then your siblings one by one before he got to you; “Well, until the next time you decide to visit from the big city, Sis-!” You gave a shrug; “I’ll have to really surprise you next time.” “Uh huh!” He embraced you, then held out his hand for Andrew; “Andrew, a pleasure to finally meet you. Take care of her for me, will ya? And... maybe I’ll see you around next time she’s here too, huh?” “Yeah...” Though it wasn’t obvious to which question he was responding, Andrew shook it - steady and firm “Sure thing.”

You waited for your parents to say goodbye to him at the door before deciding that something was niggling at you, and you couldn’t leave it like that. You got up as they came back into the living room, tugging Andrews hand. “What?” “C’mon!” “What’s up?!” “C’mon!!” He raised an eyebrow but allowed you to pull him up and outside, to where David was just turning the ignition on his patrol car. “Oh shit! Am I getting a real send off?!” He got out of his car with a laugh, but upon the look on your face his own fell. “Or... not...” You folded your arms and looked between them; “Listen up you two. I will not have my best friend in the entire world - and brother - and my other half...” you looked between them, David of course getting the worst of it “... Who you know is damn well better than 99% of people I’ve dated in the past.” “Yeah well, we all know is never have given that guy my blessing.” “Don’t change the subject-!” But you smacked David’s arm for good measure; “-And you introduced me!!!” “Shit! Did I-!? Bad mistake...” This time you punched him hard enough for him to at least rub his arm; “...I just don’t want you two at odds...it makes me feel...” you didn’t have the word; “... I just don’t want to feel like I should take sides...”

There was a silence, where you thought they were taking a measure of what you were saying, where they would nod wisely, tell you you were right and make up. No, instead both of them cracked up in unison. You looked between them, now more confused than ever; “What-!?! What now??!!” “Oh God! Andrew!! Do you know what you’re dating?!?” David mimed wiping tears from his eyes “God bless ya, Y/N!” “What!!??!!” Your voice pitched in considerable confusion. Andrew shook his head, quelling his own laugher, so as not to be caught laughing at you for too long. “David gets it, he might not be older but he is the oldest brother. There’s a certain code between brothers and siblings and anyone new to the family - right?” David nodded “Right. Unwritten. But men would get it. Played your part to a T, Andrew.” “Ah.” He gave a shrug “Not so bad yourself.” You were still perplexed, and didn’t exactly find whatever this was funny either; “So... you two are okay?!” “Y/N... sweetie, yeah it’s fine... You would have to be more worried if I didn’t ask the hard questions... Andrew, buddy, you’re certainly worth them.” “Uh, thanks?” You weren’t sure Andrew was too enthused with being referred to as buddy though. “So you’re okay, and I don’t need to worry?” David gave a grin; “No... it’s gonna be fine... Now come here and hug me goodbye...!” You did so, but punched the palm of his hand; “You owe me.” “I know, next time you’re here...” “Oh, you can count on me winding up your date-!” “Ha!” He scoffed “Me!? Date-!? When the hell do I get the time.” “Sure, it’s the time and not your attitude.” “Oh, f**k off!!” Though he said it with slight adoration, he gave another wave back to Andrew, and then slid back into his car. Rolling off the driveway he wound down his window. “Oh! Y/N! The sky looks really good tonight! How about you take Andrew ‘round the block!” That had you both looking up. David was right, it was awash with stars; “I will... thanks D... safe travels!” “And you, back to the city!” You thanked him and both waved him off; “Round the block?” You shook your head and took Andrew’s hand in yours; “When we were kids, that simply meant the back garden...come on... come see this...”

 ***

You pulled him all the way down to the very far end of your parents’ back garden, there was a small array of benches and swings. And you knew exactly where you were sitting. “It gonna take my weight too?” Andrew looked to the tree uncertainly. “It can take the weight of 8 kids at once. I’m sure it can hold you.” He laughed, sitting with you, letting you re-lace your hand with his. “He wasn’t wrong about the sky...” Andrew breathed, and you watched how fixated he became with the stars “...Why do we never see these back home?” “We probably do...” you have a shrug “city lights...?” “Makes sense...” He mused, still staring at them. You were supposed to be joining him in that, but you didn’t. Because you discovered there was something more fascinating unfolding in front of you here on Earth. How peaceful he looked for once. How out of his head... how Andrew was finding more freedom out there in space than he’d ever had before.  Eventually his eyes fell back to yours and he realised what you were doing. “I guess... I’ve never really given them much thought.”

You raised your eyes to the sky for possibly the first time “...It’s all so far away and out of our control... everything for you is so much closer to home and in the moment...” you gave a shrug “...It has to be... but I’m glad something about being here can help you look further than that...” you smiled and looks back to him, now looking at you with similar wonder; “...Still, home... no matter where, is a good place to be.” He tipped his head. And his hold of your hand became tighter “Is that what you see... when you look at me?” You opened your mouth, you wanted to voice your question, but you weren’t sure what that would be. It didn’t matter; Andrew voiced it for you, with his eyes flicking momentarily to the house in which sat your family. But drew themselves back to you.  “Home?” *** “Y/N!” It was the morning of day two, and you were standing in the kitchen with Andrew and coffee, head resting on his shoulder, watching the kids in the garden. You thought he might prefer it quiet inside for a moment. “Mmm?” You turned to the sound of your dad’s voice. “...Would you mind taking Annie out this morning?... Oh and uh, you might wanna take Andrew, give him some respite!” Even though he’d told everyone at dinner that he had siblings, your parents could tell that this was a little too much on him. And that sometimes he disappeared; he needed some quiet, they got that too. “Yeah! Can do!” “Thanks sweetheart! Morning Andrew!” “Morning!” - Even his voice was tired and quiet today. And you knew your dad was right. Still you let Andrew finish his coffee before you thought about stepping outside.

“He makes her sound like a dog...” You were sure he was muttering to himself as he kicked the heels of his shoes into place. “She has breathing problems, hence needing fresh air, and she stresses easily - hence needing two responsible adults and no kids!” His laugh was sarcastic “Ha-! Responsible adults-!” “I dunno. I’d say you were responsible...” You nudged him, checking and rechecking the bag you needed, all set, he opened the front door for you and you were out in the street with a stroller before you knew it.

You watched the way he walked carefully, hands in his pockets, just a little in front but with you still in his peripheral vision; back straight, tense shoulders, a little too close to her. That’s instinct if ever there was... Too used to taking care of younger siblings? He was the oldest. It made sense. And it also made you smile. It was nice to meander around the neighbourhood for a little while, it was almost silent, save for nature and the occasional car.   Eventually he slowed his pace up, and walked next to you. He’s comfortable... There’s no danger... Then you found yourself smirking and he caught that; “What?” “Nothing.” “Look if I know one thing about faces... but your face in particular, it’s never nothing. Not with a smile like that-!” “Just you.” “God. What did I do?!” You nodded to Annie; “I saw what you were doing.” His eyes didn’t leave your face for a good while, even though he didn’t respond; and it got to the point of unnerving you. He was calculating what you were calculating, and couldn’t possibly have come to a different conclusion. “You think it just her I’m protecting?” You glanced across to him. “I know you Andrew Cody; you kept me in your eyeline too...” you shook your head “Maybe you’re beyond a mystery, but there’s always a few things I know for sure...” There was a huffed laugh as he looked away from you for a minute, which just made you smile more. Andrew would deny it of course. Act like you couldn’t possibly know him. But you did, and you felt he was only denying it because he knew it was fact.

When you hit the park you slowed down, and he (as in-tune as he was) slipped his hand from his pocket and into yours. “Well. This is strange, isn’t it?” He failed to see that “why?” You giggled; “Well! If we see someone I don’t know they’re going to be jumping to conclusions!” That apparently only made him hold your hand tighter “Why do they have to be the wrong conclusions?” “That’s not what I said!” “No, but, that’s what you implied.” You tipped your head to him for a minute. The was no reason for people not to think she was yours, is where you were heading - but Andrew, as full of surprises as he was, apparently wouldn’t even care. You weren’t sure if he struck you as a kids type or not. But if you’d ever thought otherwise this weekend might just be proving you completely wrong.

Eventually you decided that his respite was well earned and you gave him a bit more by sitting him on a bench. “See” he nodded to Annie “I like her, she’s quiet!” That made you laugh; “Oh! So the rest of my siblings are just awful then!?” “God, especially David - he’s the worst!” You laughed harder “I can see that - guess I always felt the same way.” Andrew chuckled “No. I... I really like your family... I guess this is what normal family is like...” he bit his lip “We never really had that...” You gave a shrug; “Is family ever really normal?” “More normal than mine...” He gave a sigh of discontent “Y/N... I just... I don’t know if I can give you that...” Your eyes widened as you turned to him, this had suddenly turned very serious very quickly. “Andrew I-” “I mean do you ever see that kind of future...?” The longer you hesitated, the more unhappy in his own thoughts he would become; “...I see a future...” You turned those gorgeous eyes back on you and he took your hands; “If you see that I will give you everything... I just can’t guarantee what that everything will be...” You pushed your forehead to his, and whispered; “Then don’t guarantee me anything... -Andrew.... right now, I just want you... and that’s more than enough...” --- Happy Birthday Amanda! I hope you enjoyed your Andrew 💜💙 You deserve him 💕 @dennismitchell @happyskywhale @wltz-bby #MendoTagSquad.

[themcuhasruinedme]

Vintage Film Fest (Pt. 1)

[Summary]: You and Steve have been dating for a while and you surprise him with a pair of tickets to a vintage film festival as an anniversary date

[Pairing]: Steve x reader

[Word Count]: 2,874

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A/N: Just taking a break from my Tony series cuz I hit a tiny bit of a wall with it... but this little gem decided to appear after I got done watching all of Laurel and Hardy’s shorts and movies (and because I have such a massive love for Old Hollywood films)... I encourage you guys to watch the movies and shorts I mention in this as they are all wonderful and amazing (heads up though: some of them are silent!) and all can be found on YouTube.

It had only been five months since you and Steve became a couple. The team had often wondered how you two had never met before since you both enjoyed pretty much the same things.

You did find it a bit odd that you never did run into him at the theater when it was doing a special showing of an “Old Hollywood” film because Steve and you enjoyed those very much. You also enjoyed listening to the music that he grew up with. There were so many things that you and Steve had in common that it almost seemed like you two were destined to be together.

As the six month anniversary of you two being together was coming up, you were trying to come up with something special for the two of you to do. And after endlessly scrolling through a google search of restaurants nearby, things to do in NYC and a list of “things to do on the weekend and staycations”, something caught your eye: Vintage Film Festival.

Getting a big smile on your face, you clicked on the link and started scrolling through the details. It read:

Join us for an exciting four day event! Our movies will range from old, silent films to early talkies, featuring the most well known acts from that era: Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd and comedy duo Laurel and Hardy. Come laugh, cry, smile and sing with your fellow “Old Hollywood” fans for an event to remember!

Schedule can be found here and movie times start at 4:00 PM (although we try to avoid changes, the schedule is subject to change)

You looked around the web page to see if you had to pay for it and sure enough, you did. After all, getting to have a four day event to see some of the most memorable black and white films couldn’t be free. But you were happy that it didn’t cost that much. For two tickets to all four days was only $100 a ticket. You bought them immediately and decided you were going to surprise Steve when they showed up.

You then clicked on the link for the schedule to see what was going to be played and your jaw practically hit the floor. You couldn’t believe how many amazing movies and shorts were scheduled to be shown; from Charlie Chaplin’s City Lights to Buster Keaton’s Cops, from Harold Lloyd’s Safety Last! to Laurel and Hardy’s Way Out West. Almost having tears come to your eyes, you quickly dabbed them away and closed your laptop while still having the biggest smile on your face knowing that you’d be spending four days with Steve and the best slapstick comedy movies and shorts to ever grace the planet.

The tickets arrived within a week and a half and you couldn’t be more excited to  give them to him, you just had to find the right moment. You came up with a couple ideas. One that included you making a special dinner and hide them under his napkin. Another was still making the dinner and “pretending” to watch a movie together afterwards and at the end it told him about the tickets. Another was the simplest of all: just tell him you had a surprise for him and to cover his eyes and pull out the tickets. You decided to go with your first idea.

A few days later, you made a lovely dinner for the two of you and Steve was a little curious at first because you hardly ever made anything special unless it was for a reason. But he was still happy that you were making dinner and when he took the napkin off the table, he had to do a double-take.

He picked up the tickets and looked at them, slowly studying every word that was on them. He then looked up to see you smiling wide and holding out to him another piece of paper. He took it and started to read it. You watched as his eyes scanned the paper and as they went further, a huge smile appeared on his face.

“The Gold Rush, Safety Last!, Cops, Brats... Seven Chances... Way Out West... City Lights...” he said excitedly. “Hun, this is.. this is just... how did you find this?!”

“Well, since our six month anniversary is coming up I thought it would be nice to do something and when I was doing some searching for things to do, this caught my attention. I knew you’d be excited about it.”

“Yeah! These are like, some of the greatest movies and shorts there are! Especially Buster’s and Charlie’s!”

You smiled at him as you went around the table and sat in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your temple against his as you both started at the paper.

“This is gonna be some six month anniversary then,” Steve said, still smiling.

“Mmhmm!” you giggled and placed a kiss on his forehead.

When the event finally arrived, the two of you couldn’t contain your excitement. You both had stayed up late the night before to watch other films and shorts by the actors on the list. Needless to say, there was a lot of laughing going on and you now loved and admired Buster Keaton even more.

After Steve parked the car and helped you out, he offered you his arm. You smiled, linked your arm through and placed your head on his shoulder as you made your way to the entrance of the theater. The man stamped your tickets and ushered you both in.

In the lobby you watched the video screen above the concession stand as Steve went to get popcorn and a few snacks. You watched as it played through clips of some of the movies you were about to see on the big screen and you couldn’t help but chuckle at a few and smile when you saw Buster show up.

Steve came back over with everything and you took a few things out of his hand and linked arms again with him as you two made your way to the screen room. Finding seats somewhere in the middle of the theater, you both plopped yourselves down and settled in for night one of your wonderful four night event.

As you waited for the movies to start, more and more people started showing up. You looked around and couldn’t believe your eyes! The place was starting get packed. It amazed you at just how many people there were that enjoyed these kinds of movies still. A few minutes more and the place had every seat taken. You saw parents with their kids, old couples, young couples and grandparents with their grandkids. It brought a huge smile to your face seeing that everyone was here to make memories with family.

Then the lights dimmed and everyone cheered and clapped, excited to start the first night of movies and shorts. You linked your arm through his and smiled at him when he placed his other hand on yours, giving you a quick kiss on your temple. He then placed his cheek on the top of your head as the film started.

The first film to kick of this four night event was The Gold Rush. You watched as they showed the travelers trudging through the snow and smiled as soon as you saw The Tramp wander on screen. With his cute mustache, that adorable walk and the things he did with that cane, you couldn’t help but just love this character that Charlie came up with.

The audience roared with laughter as The Tramp tried to leave a cabin in a storm but it kept pushing him back inside. And the laughter continued as you all watched The Tramp eat a candle in desperation as there was no food around the cabin. A few quiet somber moments happened before the theater filled with laughter again as The Tramp cooked one of his shoes to eat.

The laughter came and went as the film went on and when the most famous scene happened, which was the “Bread Dance” scene, the audience cheered and clapped when The Tramp had finished it.

A little later, the movie was over and the whole audience went wild with cheers. This was already starting off to be a great night. You looked at Steve, who was dabbing away some tears. He looked back at you with a smile as you gently dabbed away the tear stains on his cheeks.

“From laughing so hard or because of a beautiful ending?” you asked.

“More than likely both,” he chuckled.

There was a five minute break in between as the next one was getting prepared to play. Steve thought it would be a good time to use the restroom and get some more napkins for you two to finish the rest of the popcorn. Both of you had only gotten through half of it and had one box of candy emptied. Steve made it back with a minute to spare.

As soon as you heard the music start when the room went dark again, you tried not to jump out of your chair with excitement. Tugging on Steve’s sleeve, you whispered, “It’s Stan and Ollie!” When the word Brats came across, which was the title of the short, you smiled even bigger. “Oooooo! This is one of my favorites,” you whispered again to Steve.

You loved watching Laurel and Hardy. They were your favorite comedy duo. And did you have such a love for Stan! Not to say that you didn’t love Oliver but good gravy that Stanley. Between his accent, the adorable and often times hilarious, facial expressions (especially his smile), the way he mussed up his hair and his whine in times of trouble, there was nothing you didn’t love about Stan.

The theater was quiet until Stan said, “If you must make a noise, make it quietly.” Everyone burst out laughing. The laughter kept going as Stan and Ollie tried to play a game of checkers and watch their kids (who they also played) but the kids kept causing trouble. And after the boys tell them to go to bed, hilarity still ensues with Stan and Ollie playing a game of pool and the kids still causing trouble.

The audience was still having roars of laughter when the kids started to accidentally overflow the bathtub, which then started to fill up the bathroom. And laughter still rang out when Stan and Ollie sang the kids to sleep. Even more rang out when Ollie opened the bathroom door, having all the water rush out into the room. As the short ended and the lights dimmed on for another five minute break, you went to the restroom and got a refill on your soda.

There were a few minutes to wait before the next short started. You looked over at Steve and smiled at him. He smiled back at you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “This is the best thing we’ve ever done. I couldn’t think of a more better way to spend our six month anniversary.”

You nodded in agreement and kissed him. “I sure hope they do this again. We might need to make this an annual thing if they keep it up.”

Steve chuckled. “We just might.”

The theater went dark once more for the next movie to start. And you couldn’t be more happy to see what it was. Harold Lloyd’s most famous film, Safety Last!. Sure it had great funny moments here and there at the beginning and middle but you were most excited about the part where Harold climbed up the side of the building and hung from the face of the clock. And when that scene finally happened, there were so many gasps and oh-no’s coming from the kids in every direction of the theater. And even though you knew that Harold was gonna be ok, you tensed up just a bit and held onto Steve’s arm just a little tighter.

Another five minute break happened after the movie was over. This break seemed to go by rather quickly and the lights soon went dark again and the next short started. You really had to contain your excitement when you saw it was one of your absolute favorite Buster Keaton silent shorts, The High Sign. You admired Buster quite a lot, especially his stunt skills. The man was in a league of his own when it came to the dangerous stunts that were put in his movies all because he did many of them himself, some of which could have killed him. And even though this short didn’t have anything dangerous in it, it still showed off his stunt skills quite a bit.

Laughs started already with the first title card: “Our hero came from Nowhere - he wasn’t going Anywhere and got kicked off Somewhere.” and continued when he jacked someone’s newspaper and opened it over and over, turning it into this humongous paper that practically swallowed him.

Quietness hung in the air as the audience watched him read a “Wanted Ad” for an expert shot at a shooting gallery and sneakily take a cops gun to practice with. Laughter erupted again as he tried to practice but was absolutely terrible at it. It slowly died down but picked right back up when Buster went to the shooting gallery and got scared so bad that it knocked him right off his feet.

It got quiet again, except for a few whispers here and there about the man that owned the shooting gallery. You heard a child behind you say to their parent, “He’s really mean looking. I don't like him.” You smiled softly, knowing that this man was the bad guy.

You heard some of the children gasp when it showed that the very tall man was the leader of a gang of bandits that was going to kill someone that day. But laughter rang out again while Buster made an invention using a stray dog and a bone to make it seem like he was a great shot, which made the very tall man believe that Buster was perfect for taking out the person.

It became quiet once again as the audience watched Buster get asked by the man that was going to be shot that day to be his bodyguard but then also be told by the very tall man afterwards that Buster was gonna be the one to kill the man. But the hilarity and laughter ensued once more when towards the end after tricking the bandits, Buster outwitted them using every secret passage in the man’s house.

The next break in-between movies was a bit longer so if people wanted to walk around for a bit to really stretch their legs after being in their seats for a few hours they could, along with letting moms take care of the little ones that they brought. You and Steve took turns going to the bathroom and getting refills. Both of you stretched a few times to wake up those sleeping muscles and then it was announced that the next movie was going to start in a few minutes to give people time to get back to their seats.

The lights went off one more time for the last movie of the night. Another early talkie short from Laurel and Hardy called They Go Boom started which was another favorite of yours. 

Laughing started almost immediately when the audience heard Stan snoring and seeing the shade fly up after Ollie sneezed. It continued after Stan tied the shade down but flew up once again and fell off the window after Ollie sneezed, along with a picture that was hanging above the bed falling off and hitting Ollie on the head. The audience watched as Stan then tried to help Ollie get over his cold but things don’t go right at all as usual.

You heard some of the kids gasp when the landlord threatened to throw the boys out. Laughter rang out once more when Ollie accidentally overfilled the air mattress with gas and it raised the bed all the way up to the ceiling. The laughter was even harder, if that was even possible, when Ollie needed to sneeze which sent Stan into panic mode and the bed exploded also causing a hole in the room above them.

And as the screen faded to black the whole audience broke out into cheers and applause. Everyone started to then file out of the theater and out to their cars. You and Steve slowly walked to your car, your arm linked in his and your head on his shoulder.

“So, did you have fun?” he asked.

“Do you really have to ask?” you answered. “Besides, we have another three nights to go. I think that question would be best served at that point.”

You looked at him with a smile, knowing damn well that he wouldn’t even need to ask again. The two of you already knew that you would have the time of your lives with this. With one night of classics done, it was now onto night number two!

[bts-svt-mx]

Maid For You (Part 3) Taehyung x Reader

Author: bts-svt-mx

Taehyung x Reader

Jungkook x Reader

Rating: Fluff, M, eventual smut if i get to it lol

Tags: Slow burn, Enemies to Lovers AU, Idol! Taehyung, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok, mentions of other members

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (M), 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Word Count: 2,400

Description: Wanting to get out of your parents house and experience what the world had to offer is way more expensive than people tell you it will be. So when your glamorous “manager to the stars” cousin Hoseok hooks you up with a  job as the live-in maid for a hillside, massive mansion, you feel as though life might actually be looking up. That is until the mansion’s absentee high profile celebrity owner surprises you by moving back in leaving you to wonder if this mansion is big enough for you and his huge ego. 

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Chapter 3:

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” You push yourself away from in front of the refrigerator putting the mop in the small cleaning supply closet a few steps away. Taehyung hasn’t moved an inch. Now it’s his turn to be speechless. “I have a job to continue doing seeing as I’m the main person making sure your house doesn’t end up looking like an abandoned dump with all the dust the piling up from no one EVER USING ANYTHING HERE,” You practically scream the last part in his direction, words still reverberating off the walls as you turn swiftly on your heel to head rather quickly to your room on the West side of the mansion.

You had a phone call to make.

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“Yo, yo, yo Y/N-o! What can I do for my awesome cousin on this beautiful day?” Hoseok’s sing song voice just made this situation a whole lot more annoying to you for some reason. Steam was practically coming out of your ears, you were so pissed off. As you plop yourself on your large bed, little Hodu immediately jumps up to snuggle with you.

“What the hell Hoseok?!” You screech through the phone at a half yelling, half whispering level. Hodu being the only thing stopping you from making a bigger fuss since you didn’t want to scare the puppy. And besides, Taehyung could have followed you to your side of the mansion so you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you go crying to your cousin (and his manager) after what he said to you. Or rather, what you said to each other.

“Woah, Y/N. Calm down. I’m sensing some hostility here!” The ever smiling boy laughed from the other side of the phone. God knows where he could be right now. Brazil? Hong Kong? Tokyo? LA? Judging by the loud chatter in the background it seems as though whatever city he’s in right now, he’s definitely somewhere with a lot of people.

“How could you not tell me that I am the live-in maid for Kim Taehyung, the most famous pop star in the world?!” A year ago you would have asked that question with excitement and happiness, but now it’s spilling out of your mouth with fire and anger. “And that he didn’t know he even had a live-in maid?!”

A loud round of laughter along with some glasses clinking comes from the background of Hoseok’s side but fades as it sounds like he is walking away from the main source of the noise. “Well this definitely isn’t the reaction I was expecting from you,” He chuckles. “I thought you would be way happier about this. Jumping up and down- Thanking me even... Little miss Future Mrs. Kim Taehyung,” He teases. 

At that your cheeks turn red with embarrassment. Damn Hoseok for reading your personal journal from your lovesick fangirl days! You didn’t have any siblings so Hoseok had gladly taken the role as your older brother, doing all the annoying things an older brother would do growing up. Like reading through your diary for example.

A scoff leaves your mouth. What a naive little teenager you were. “Well, that was before I found out he’s actually the biggest douchebag in the entire world!” You can’t help but yell that part a little bit. Seriously, how does Hoseok manage him? You would want to tear your hair out every time you even so much as looked at him.

“Oh come on Cuz’. He’s really not that bad. The fame just got to his head a little! Trust me, there’s a great guy underneath that front he puts on for everyone,” Hoseok explains, his voice a little muffled with the sound of crunching of chips in between some of his words.

You sigh. Of course Hoseok has a different opinion on him, he’s his manager. “Well he might be like that with you, but you should have heard wha-”

Hoseok’s infectious laughter bursts through the phone. He’s clearly not listening to you anymore. “Oh there’s no way in hell you can beat me at Pool, Jeon Jungkook!”

This is a serious issue! Why can’t Hoseok ever just- Wait. 

Did I hear that name right? Jeon Jungkook? The up-and-coming singer/dancer/heartthrob Jeon Jungkook? 

You’ve got to be kidding, he is so hot! How does Hoseok know literally every freaking famous person ever!

Ugh. Focus up Y/N. You have a different pop star to deal with right now.

“Seriously, Hoseok, listen to me!” It comes out as more of a plea then you would like it to but really, how are you supposed to work for this guy? What if Taehyung fires you? What are you going to do about your new life in the city if that happens? You finally had a good group of friends and really fun hobbies... You couldn’t move back home. You still needed to find your calling here.

“Yah! Wait for me kid! Look, Y/N, I gotta go,” His voice sounds rushed and shallow as if he’s just started to jog somewhere. “Just trust me on this, ok Y/N? You’re the best-”

 And click.

“Hoseok? Hoseok!! Hobi!” You pull the phone away from your ear to reveal your home screen once again lighting up your cell phone. He hung up on you. Great.

Obviously you were on your own in this situation.

The remainder of your frustration exits your body in a good old fashioned muffled scream into your pillow.

How did you end up here? What happened to the amazing set up of being a maid living in a humongous mansion, not having to worry about rent or bills, only truly cleaning up after yourself and Hodu every day on top of the light cleaning and other miscellaneous tasks you did weekly to upkeep the place?

Oh yeah. Kim Taehyung happened.

Looking back, you may have overreacted in the situation with Taehyung. You can usually keep your mouth shut well enough but once it crosses a certain point of disrespect, you always tend to snap. You just had such little tolerance for anyone who thought they could treat another human being with such a superiority complex as that that boy had.

So what now? Obviously you still were going to live and work here if you could. You needed this job and a place to live. As much as you loved your parents, going to live back home, leaving the beginning of a life that you made for yourself in the city just wasn’t an option.

You’ll just have to endure it. Living here while simultaneously working around Taehyung and his huge ass ego.

And you hoped. Maybe, maybe you just caught him on a bad day. Maybe he wasn’t the egotistical douchebag he made himself out to be.

Maybe if he apologized, you could actually be his friend.

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Yeah, you weren’t getting that apology any time soon.

Thankfully you hadn’t seen Taehyung for the rest of the day. Only venturing out of your wing of the mansion to tiptoe to the backyard avoiding ‘Taehyung Territory’ (which you had officially decided to call it) to that much needed sauna before rushing back to your side making yourself dinner in your own kitchen and tucking yourself and Hodu into bed early.

But the next day, barely even a step out of the white marbled hallway leading out of your wing, you collided with a hard, tall body, so hard it almost knocked you to the ground.

Inwardly you cringed. You didn’t even need to look up to figure out who you had just body checked. There goes your plan to approach him casually and try to make amends.  Truly, could your luck get any worse with this dude?

Bracing yourself for the worst, slowly you lift your head to meet his gaze. His features sat stone cold, clearly unaffected by your unfortunate clumsiness. He didn’t even make a move to catch you in case you fell.. That douchebag..

The stare you two share goes on for a couple of seconds too long, his expression never changing. Well clearly he isn’t going to say anything so you guess it’s up to you.

“Hi... Um- I mean I’m sorry. I should have watched where I was going..” Ugh. Getting that out was difficult. Wow the ground is so fascinating! And it definitely isn’t as scary as the death stare Taehyung is giving you right now.

Well at least you’re dressed in presentable clothes today, with your usual look of slightly wavy hair and enough makeup to make you actually look kind of nice. Not that you really cared what he thought about how you looked but honestly, what was the boy doing over here?

“You’re up early.” Is all he says back to you. Morning voice apparent in the raspiness of his speech.

Wow, thanks Captain Obvious. Your painting class this morning starts at 9:00am and the drive there could take a while depending on traffic. It was currently 8:00am and honestly if you’re going to be stuck with him for a while beating around the bush like this you were definitely going to be late.

A realization hits you. Crap, this is the first time you’ve seen him since you blew up on him yesterday. What if he walked all the way over here from his side of the mansion to fire you as soon as he woke up?

Oh no, oh no, oh no. Please don’t fire me. He can’t do this. You can’t lose this job.

You need to do some damage control. Plastering on a polite smile onto your face to hide your fear, you look up at him once again. “What can I do for you, Taehyung?”

Why did we have to start off on the wrong foot like this? There are so many things you’re going to miss out on once you’re forced to move back home. No more karaoke nights with your city friends, no more painting and dance classes, no more fun nights out drinking-

“I believe you have something of mine.” His low voice breaks you out of your downward spiral.

What? You have something of his? What could you possibly have that is his? He didn’t even get here until yesterday.

The small sounds of yipping behind you answers your question and the realization hits you.

How could you forget about little Hodu? He must have heard Taehyung’s voice from the other side of the door. Nodding your head and trying to hide your look of surprise that his first conversation with you hasn’t yet turned to him firing you, you turn and head back down the hallway to open your door.

Aww, you really loved Hodu… He was one of the only things to keep you company in this huge house. But Hodu was Taehyung’s and even though you’ve practically been his mother for the past couple of months, Hodu did belong to him...

Taking a deep breath and mentally saying goodbye to your little friend, you open the door slowly before it pushes against you as Hodu happily comes charging out of your hallway and directly into Taehyung’s arms.

Your gaze follows Hodu as Taehyung happily sweeps little Hodu up into his arms with ease and rises him up in the air Lion King style.

The brightest smile you’ve ever seen on Taehyung covers his face and he looks genuinely... Happy. You didn’t realize before, but this is the first time you have seen an authentic smile on his face since you met him.

It kind of reminds you of how Taehyung was when you first started liking him at the beginning of his career. Carefree, loving, unapologetically happy, boy-ish, silly. Later in the years that you had liked him you had noticed a change in the way he acted in interviews and fan meets. Of course he still put on a happy face but something had changed as he grew up in the industry. You chalked it up to him just being more used to the celebrity life, that he was just a little tired maybe… But maybe it was because you now knew him in real life without any need to put on a happy face for a camera that you realized that Taehyung may have just been pretending to be this perfect angel for a really long time now.

Or maybe you were reading too deeply into this.

But honestly, ever since yesterday you weren’t really sure if the boy in front of you had any capability of being able to be nice to anyone or anything. Well at least he was capable of showing real emotion even if it was towards a dog.

Taehyung’s gaze returns back to you and his expression instantly goes cold again.

Glad to see that lasted.

“You’re dismissed.” Taehyung snaps turning on his heel to head towards the direction of his own wing of the mansion.

His curt words left you confused. “I’m sorry what? I’m dismissed?” The words come out before you can stop them. Seriously Y/N when did it become so hard for you to keep your thoughts to yourself?

Taehyung slowly turns back halfway towards you, cocking his head. Hodu still happily panting from excitement in his arms. “I said, you’re dis-missed.” He says, overly annunciating each part. 

“Unless you care to stay in that same spot all day long. Which I personally wouldn’t care to do but, be my guest.” He purrs, talking so nonchalantly it bothers you in an indescribable way. 

Suddenly, he snaps the hand that’s not holding Hodu up quickly like he’s just remembered something important. “Wait I’m sorry, I misspoke. I meant to say..” Taehyung slowly leans towards you, his face close enough for you to be able to see the faint scar near his lips. “Be my maid,” He pulls back as his lips curve into that taunting smirk of his, his words laced with malice and mockery.

You’re dumbfounded. Stuck in place. You try to come up with a witty comeback but you just... go blank. How could someone be so blatantly rude like that?

You try your best not to look surprised by his correction. That’s what he wants. He wants to get a rise out of you. He wants to make you angry and upset. But you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. Not today, not ever. 

“What, so you’re not going to fire me?” Is all you can retort. You didn’t care if this was the worst time to bring it up. You didn’t care if he was going to throw you out on your butt in two seconds after asking. You had to know if he was going to do it. You just couldn’t leave this fear hanging over your head without an answer.

Taehyung arches his eyebrow as if to acknowledge your courage but his expression remains cold as ice. “I can’t fire you. Trust me I tried. Turns out Hoseok is the one who hired you and controls your pay. Technically he’s the only one who can fire you. So I guess I’m stuck with you.” And with that he stalks back into Taehyung Territory with little Hodu in his arms.

You don’t know whether to feel relieved or not. Yes, you were happy that you still had a place to stay and you didn’t have to move back in with your parents leaving your beginnings of a life behind. 

But on the other hand, Taehyung was right. You were stuck with him. 

This mansion might be big, but Taehyung’s ego was already suffocating you.

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[neokollection]

A - Z ㅡ Taeyong

NOT NSFW!!!

A/N: A twist on the traditional A-Z that’s NSFW and now a fluffy version. Yes, I made these up, sorry if they’re bad-

A - According To ...

According to Taeil, Taeyong is very sensitive and just wants to be loved.

B - Bored [ what he does when he’s bored ]

Scrolls through his phone or sleeps if possible- Basically, what we all do too.

C - Cuddling

Cuddle bug, he loves cuddles. He doesn’t mind if he’s the big or little spoon, or your limbs are all tangled together, facing one another. Anything with contact he’s fine with- He likes burying his face, can’t say why... He’s gorgeous, not sure why he’d hide. But he finds it most comfortable and a good way to block out the light, plus he’s enraptured in your scent, nuzzling into the crook of your neck or chest. He’ll snuggle anywhere, in bed, on the sofa, in the back of a taxi, etc... When he’s sleepy or has a bit of alcohol in his system he’s the most cuddly, murmuring shit no one can understand.

D - Day or Night? 

He prefers night. Usually in the darkness of his bed, illuminated by his phone.

E - Excited [ what he does when he’s excited ]

He wiggles! He’s a wiggler~ When he gets excited his hands clasp together, or onto the person he’s with and he smiles, even laughs. He’ll even go as far as to bounce around, clapping his hands. When he can’t hold it in he does a variety of weird motions, not really knowing what to do with his hands for once.

F - Fans

He loves his fans so much! He credits them with everything, without them he wouldn’t be where he is today and NCT wouldn’t.  Each and everyday he reads what fans say on either the fan board, twitter, youtube comments, instagram, etc... And I bet you each and everyday he smiles because of the things he reads. He told fans once if they see NCT on the street to run up to them and hug them without saying anything [pretty sure that’s what a lot of sasaeng fans try to do anyway in the airport, and you’d definitely get a bodyguard on your ass]- He just wants NCTzenies to love one another and NCT!

G - Gayness

Hmm, around 40% I would say. Jaeyong is still a strong ship. He’s a very subtle and chill gay, but still a confident one- Except for when it comes to Jungwoo and Win, then he gets flustered... bc... cute angels.

H - Heart

He’s got such a big heart and so many don’t know!!! He did wrongs in his past and has been branded for them ever since, even tho time and time again he’s apologized, cried, and addressed them with regret... With his lyrics too you can tell he wants to be loved, as Taeil said. He’s a leader, and has to be compassionate and sympathetic to be able to handle his group mates and have them all love him- He’s a huge softie, have you ever seen him around animals?

I - Imagine ...

Imagine baking chocolate chip cookies together.

J - Jealousy

He’s jealous. If it’s just between mates it’s fine, Johnny and Jae hanging out, chill. But it comes when he’s attached to certain people who he finds himself close with, but they give another attention... He needs attention, especially yours. He’ll find something else to do other than watch, pour himself a glass of water, look at his phone, turn around and act like he’s going to sleep. It’s a mini silent treatment until you address him. He’ll still ask later about it, what was Yuta saying that was so important? Be a bit obvious he’s jealous, he doesn’t mind if you know, he’d prefer you/them know than be oblivious.

K - Kisses

A great kisser!!! He gives all his friends little pecks on their cheeks and says his kisses are a reward to his members~ Any chance this giggling mess has pop a smooch on your cheek, nose, or forward he will- Even for the littlest of things, the way you cutely sneezed or whined at him for being too loud. When it comes to your lips, he has a thousand different kissed saved for each occasion; a sweet and chaste kiss for when your sleepy, a rushed and teeth-bared smooch for when he’s excited, long sensual make-outs when he’s upset or emotional, rough and passionate kisses when your pulling on his shirt, etc... His lips are so soft and travel all over the he can reach, your hand, sure, your hair, of course, your nose, certainly, the back of your neck and shoulder, naturally~

L - Lyric [ personal/my favorite lyric or verse ]

“I’ll show myself to you, so show yourself to me too. Hug me. What do I do with this attention-seeking illness I’ve caught because of you?” Baby Don’t Like It - NCT 127

I mean he rapped earlier in it about being a hard ass bitch who’s going to play with your heartbeat, wanting you to kick and hit him... But look- He’s a real softy, just talking the talk to get your attention. These lyrics seem so soft to me- Like his real feelings for a S/O

M - Moody

He can be a moody bitch, no lie. Especially since he’s exhausted far too often and doesn’t have the energy to deal with everyone 24/7. When he gets in his moods he can become really quiet and keep to himself, his typical look of boredom on his face...

N - Neediness

Depends on who it’s with. In this kind of scenario obviously it’s dedicated to the reader, so I’d say only with you is he needy, for attention and all. He’s needy with his members too, since they know him inside and out, but he doesn’t want to put strain on people or seem annoying, so with staff and others he won’t act needy.

O - Open or Closed?

He’s a pretty closed person, he doesn’t make friends easily and it’s especially hard being a celebrity- Knowing who you can trust and get close with and who you can’t... But with his close friends he’s very open, they’re his only outlet since he doesn’t want to worry his family.

P - Picky?

When it comes to food he’s not so picky- I mean he has a list of stuff he doesn’t like, but he’s also very willing to try new things~ When it comes to people, he’s kinda picky who he’d chose as his friends. He has high standards and it takes a lot of work to become close to him, so you’d be the top 1%

Q - Question [ something I wonder about him... ]

 With a S/O, would his germaphobia lessen? Would he share a water bottle with me? Cuz I mean I have it also, but I’d share with him

R - Rec [ song rec directly from him ]

When I Fall in Love - Nat King Cole

S - Skinship

He’s fine with it, he does PDA too. He’s not shy of it and naturally is one into skin contact for the simplest of things. Rustling your hair if you did a good job, interlocking fingers, squeezing the flesh of your arms unconsciously as he spouts, poking your cheek, gently body bumping before chuckling as you push him out of your way, etc...

T - Talent

Off the charts, no questions asked. Amazing actor, singer, rapper, dancer, person, etc...

U - Unique [ a unique characteristic ]

He has so many facets. You all already know what I’m talking about. He’s cool and sexy on stage, but adorable and sometimes awkward off. His persona is so unique, how he’s able to switch so casually.  I think it makes him unique, I’ve never met someone who can so coolly be two-faced.

V - Vegetable [ how he is when lazy ]

I’m not 100% sure, but I can guess. If he’s feeling tired and has the chance, he’d probably sleep. Usually tho, he probably plays Animal Crossing or another game on his phone- Possibly even taking some time to lounge around and scroll through the NCT tag on Twitter. If he has to do something he’s obviously going to not want to, but he’s a big boy and as NCT’s leader he’s learned a lot about doing things even though he may not want to and matured a lot as well, so he’ll still silently do whatever it is he’s asked before plopping on the sofa once more.

W - Wink

X - X-Man [ if he had a superpower it would be... ]

He said he’d like the ability to teleport, to visit all the Czennies around the world no doubt- His parents too-

Y - Yellow [ his thoughts on the color ‘Yellow’ ]

If the color gold is considered yellow... He may like it. But in general I think he can agree it’s an ugly and awkward color- I mean when do you ever see him willingly wearing yellow??? Never

Z - Zodiac

Cancer~ Very sensitive. He matches well with Cancer, Taurus, Pisces, & Scorpio ^^ He doesn’t match well with Aries or Libra T T