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travelingneuritis · 1 year

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kinnporsche ep. 4 part 2: Permeability Of Porsche

-big didn’t set porsche up to get caught skulking around kinn’s room, he just told him to make the delivery. so either he was expecting porsche to just get an eyeful and maybe a telling off, or he (correctly) guessed that porsche wouldn’t pass up this opportunity to be nosy-- which imo you can’t blame big for. but then porsche has this outsize reaction to what he just saw (only when he’s safely out of the room, of course) and scolds big for it, and big... looks like he feels kinda bad? like he’s aware he did something spiritually dickish if not technically wrong? i’m not going anywhere with this is just think big is an interesting character; on first watch i guessed he was the mole and didn’t suspect the INCREDIBLY SUS australian, but in retrospect i think i was just so fascinated by him that i assumed he had a more central role than he did. also, big is really cute and i like his hair :)

-let’s talk about porsche’s outsize reaction to seeing his boss getting head! on one level i think his stress response is purely professional; his worries about getting fired are ramping up as he comes to realize how dangerous this job is and how catastrophically bad it would be to piss these people off. on another level, however, this revelation sends him into a tailspin as he revisits every encounter he’s ever had with kinn and wonders what secret insinuations he missed just because it didn’t occur to him to look for them. he even reverse-represses the memory of getting kissed by his boss while he was blackout drunk! oof.

-which leads me to my next point, about where i think porsche’s head is at right now. it is very very tempting to take this as his first little micro-awakening-- “oh, we kissed. oh, he’s gay. I saw someone sucking his dick and it made me go all squirmy in my bathing suit area!” but i don’t think that’s what’s happening at all. For one thing, porsche may have a bit of tunnel vision, but he’s not exactly sheltered: when he confronts big after the fact, and big tries to corner him into admitting something incriminating about himself and his views on The Gays (i assume big is aware that kinn is standing in earshot), porsche’s response is basically: “are you stupid? who cares if he’s gay? i’m mad because i got caught in his room while he had company.” his concern there is mostly professional, with a side of rapidly decreasing patience for big’s hazing.

-the reason for this is, i think, related to one of the few things kinnporsche have in common: to both of them, sex is always transactional. in kinn’s case the transaction is explicit and financial-- he literally just has a list of guys he pays to come service him, the same way you’d pay a mechanic to take a look at a, idk, broken transmission. (If you tell me those guys aren’t on his payroll one way or another, i won’t believe you.) the guy he calls to help him deal with his porsche problem is aware of this, but also doesn’t seem terribly curious about it-- he’s here to help kinn fuck the wiggles out, not to be his boyfriend.

Porsche’s hookups seem to be more implicitly transactional, folded artfully into his work in the service industry. They’re probably at least a little fun for him, but the way Yok points out prospective hookups makes me think sleeping with the customers is soft-coded into his work duties. he is part of what’s being offered at Hum Bar. if he enjoys these encounters, so much the better-- but the important thing is that the customers leave happy. this is not to say that i think he’s a sex worker, exactly-- just that it’s part of a culture in which the sex he’s having is tied up with profit, so there’s no way for him to navigate pure personal desire uncoupled from a paycheck.

which isn’t exactly made less complicated by his sudden awareness that his boss might have been interested in him from the beginning. i think when he nervously asks pete if it’s normal for people who don’t like each other to kiss, he’s partly looking for pete to confirm what he now pretty much knows, which is that his boss wants to fuck him. but i also think there’s a part of him that’s asking what it means that he kissed back.

(pete’s answer is so good and so cute, too. his little kissy-fish face. the way he assuages porsche’s discomfort with sincerity safely bundled up in humor, even though he doesn’t totally get where that discomfort is coming from. in this house we respect pete.)

i’m not surprised that the next time porsche finds himself alone in a room with kinn, he doesn’t know where to look or what to do with his hands. He left Hum Bar but it turns out his paycheck may still depend upon him letting someone fuck him, whether he wants them to or not. God, and then that conversation where kinn is like “tankhun gave you back to me out of spite,” wow, we get it, porsche has no agency in this place, he doesn’t even own his own ass (figurative) or his own ass (literal). no fucking wonder he can barely make eye contact with kinn! but then, unwillingly, like he can’t believe he’s saying this, he asks kinn if kinn really wanted him back. at this point he’s figured out that he wants kinn to want him, sexually or professionally or just as company, while simultaneously feeling completely helpless in the face of kinn’s-- and kinn’s family’s-- wants. god, and then kinn just gives him the cruelest possible answer: “to me, all you people are the same.” fucccck it hurts, i love this shit

and after all that, he’s drugged, his boss first rescues and then gets him alone and forcibly strips him, and like.. porsche just kinda... makes up his mind all at once. his boss making a move on him isn’t all that different from yok pointing out a customer in the corner, so his willingness to go along with it is similarly well-trod territory-- maybe even comforting in its familiarity. this is something he can do drunk, or drugged; this is something he could do in his sleep. why not just let kinn have what he wants, when kinn saved him, when kinn is being so nice? it’s a better end to the night than the porsche of a half hour ago thought he’d be getting. porsche doesn’t know whether he wants it too, but that’s okay: right now, he doesn’t have to know. he’s just doing his job.

listen, i’m not here to moralize. this scene is hot, i like their dynamic and i respect the character choices being made here. they only know how to come together in a way that’s supported by their preexisting framework of transactional sex and desire. to porsche, this is a familiar dance. (what will not be familiar is the way he feels about it during and after. Clearly, the sex he was having with customers was not on the same level as the sex he has with kinn.)

-i do want to briefly touch on kinn’s pov in all this. we know he’s used to getting freshly-washed, perfumed, petal-scented loverboys who know all the rules and come to him all wrapped up with a bow. this is... not that. porsche is fading in and out of it, he's sweaty and unshowered and he just threw up on kinn’s jacket, and now he’s acting like a childish brat, like he doesn’t even know how serious this is. this is a really weird hookup for kinn. almost as if it’s......... not really a hookup at all.

#please guys please talk to me about this. i am screaming inside i love this episode there is SO MUCH to digest #i hate auction-house scenes i always skip them #i also hate live music scenes and skip those too #i skipped a lot this episode! still managed to not shut up for even a second about it :)#call me Porsche Pachara Kittisawasd the way i (word) vomit every episode #kinnporsche #porsche pachara kittisawasd #pete saengtham #kinnporsche episode analysis #spoilers #kinn theerapanyakul

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fishy-xp · 2 years

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KinnPorsche Ep 14 Brain Rot

yes it's a few days late because i watched it the day it came out at 4am and was stressed out by my law mid-term to process anything and just ended up wailing on my bedroom floor over literally everything.

in all honesty, this is the only important thing, everyone else go home

these whores were really going to fuck right in front of macau's sleeping salad huh. also he was eavesdropping????? macau what did you think about your brother referring to pete as a pet, speak into the mic my boy

spoilers uwu

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i screamed when all the major brothers were finally together and they all had the same hand position with their fingertips touching

when chan sat down next to kinn and said someone poisoned korn, i was lowkey gearing up for kinn to go 'yeah that was you, the betrayal must die *shoots chan* and like that would have been devastating but also amazing, idk i am still on my 'if daddy chan was the mole, i'd abandon everyone to support him'

kinn needs to give that one executive member of the table who kept defending him a raise okay

i need to know what that one minor family grandpa's deal is, what is his background, where did he come from, where did he go where did ya come from cotton eye joe

chan speaking english AS IF HE COULDN'T GET ANY HOTTER

something about the way they executed chan's 'death' (death in brackets because i am holding onto hope that chan and big are still alive) was so good, they really did him justice, the man just casually takes out a cigarette and gets one last breath in, URGHHHH WELL DONE PRODUCTION TEAM

what i said about the minor family treating their bodyguards better? i take that all back, gun is just as abusive and vegas doesn't give a flying shit as he uses them as human shields and this wasn't unexpected, but i am disappointed (do better, i say to the violent, abusive minor family)

i can't even begin to describe the way my heart broke when pol got shot, i was like the one time he decides to bodyguard, he DIES? AIN'T NO WAY, SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW. thank fuck he was alive because i would have been an unconsolable mess if he died

kinn really got horny after porsche said he was on his side, i hate his ass ohmygod i hate his dumb stupid dick thinking cavebrain

MS ERIKA? YOU ARE THE ONLY BITCH I RESPECT IN THIS HOUSE

chan and kim being the only ones able to take down an overwhelming gaggle of men by themselves is SO SEXY, I almost forgot who my favourite theerapanyakul was for a second because i was so enamoured by kim. kim's inclination towards violence and his combat skill makes me think that chan definitely had a hand in raising him when he was younger (actual daddy chan) and he did a better job of raising kim then korn which is why kim understood he needed to gtfo out of that house. kim knew his dad wasn't dead, the look he shared with chan says it all. kim doesn't need a bodyguard protecting him because chan taught him to be his own bodyguard. and when he did, chan sent big, his most trusted bodyguard

i can't prove it but i feel it in my belly that kim is just as sadistic, violent and obsessive as vegas and i need that evil kim SO BADLY

bro gun? he's actually kind of fine with his little silk scarves. idk something about young flashback gun in his denim and silk scarves being a pathetic bitch really got to me.

arm and tankhun home-alone-ing their way into the shoot out is just so in character, i hate and love them for that

pete punching vegas, tis very therapeutic - how very danyok from not me of you

sometimes i think kinn would have a very hard time choosing between his father and porsche, and i would love for that to be the main conflict of season 2 (and then season two ends with korn dying fucking finally (though i love him and his dumb sweaters))

'vegas, from now, i'll be taking care of you and macau' - nah you taking care of them is either killing them or torturing them, i don't trust you a single bit sweater grandpa. to me, this line was more threatening than absolutely anything. vegas unconditionally loves his father despite the abuse but he has no love for his uncle and he knows, from one master manipulator to the other, korn would only hurt him and macau. he would chain them and cage them and even though vegas was already leashed by his father, at least he had some sense of freedom as the heir of the minor family. he would be nothing under the 'care' of korn. korn would devastate them.

'because i'm hungry' - *UNCONTROLLABLE SCREAMING*

vegaspete really have that dark gothic obsession where they'd set the world on fire to keep the other warm. the way pete shot that bodyguard completely unhinged (someone mentioned what if it was arm, porsche or pol, and i wholeheartedly believe pete would still have shot whoever it was) and the way he wailed, holding and nuzzling into vegas' unconscious body. that wailing truly sounded like a child/pet, someone who loves so purely and wholeheartedly, a good pet mourning his fallen master THE THINGS BIBLEBUILD FUCKING DID TO VEGASPETE IS UNMATCHED

porsche immediately thinking kinn's present was a dicking, i hate his dumb stupid horny thinking cavebrain

the serious stuff (feel free to skip because i like to keep my posts light-hearted but i really wanna say somethings about the finale)

a/n: my tone here is very harsh but i want to make super clear that this is not an attack on the writers, the producers or the actors. this is purely what i wanted out of a fictional story and fictional characters!!

i absolutely hate the ending that porsche became the head of the minor family. firstly, it is rightfully vegas' and i know vegas would do a good job business-wise and internally. the minor family is still a mafia family and i don't believe porsche has the ruthlessness kinn and vegas possess. i love porsche and i do think he is competent as a bodyguard but as a businessman and head figure, absolutely not. something about him being the minor family head just makes him more like a trophy wife to kinn and the major family, and it doesn't sit right with me at all. to me, porsche and kinn are not on equal standing, porsche is still kinn's minor. i want porsche equalised with kinn.

i also don't see any indication porsche wanted this position other than just to be more than kinn's lover and so there wouldn't be a rouge cousin trying to kill kinn at every turn. he's also essentially forced into this position by korn. and the fact porsche accepted, whatever his reasons, the power still resides with korn. korn now controls both families, he controls porsche because he controls kinn who still is a daddy's boy. this decision benefits korn way more than porsche or kinn.

i also didn't like how kinn had like zero badass moments during the shootout. he was basically thrown around like a confused sack of potatoes from not knowing if porsche was on his side, to vegas almost killing him, to porsche's mum being alive and his dad keeping it a secret, to his dad and uncle having some past that his dad definitely lied about, to his dad shooting his uncle, to pete confessing and resigning. like kinn literally had no idea about anything and it kind of strips away his badassery we saw in Ep 1 and i hate it. he seriously had no agency and as one of the titular characters, he definitely needed a better role/storyline in that shootout because he seemed like a backgroud character. vegas seriously needs to teach kinn how to manipulate, mansplain and murder (he's got the manwhore part down though thankfully).

things i need in season 2

big and chan aren't dead

they bring back perth in anyway, i need him

whilst i'll probably be receptive to any cute new characters they throw in (me and my dumb stupid horny dick-thinking cavebrain), i so badly want nodt, perth and peter back in the cast and i don't care how. i don't think they can play such beloved (as cast members, not as characters because ken was definitely not beloved lmao) and pivotal roles in the series and then not be in the second season. please beoncloud bring back my bodyguards T~T

season two is more mafia than romance focused, i need a deep dive into all of the main bodyguards, into pete, his childhood, his grandma (vegas must meet the grandma), obligatory bl beach episode is pete taking macau and vegas to his island. how did pol become a bodyguard like literally, HOW? arm is blacklisted by several government agencies because he kept hacking into them and was only saved from jail if he worked for the major family. arm is secretly as op as dilf chan but he is a lazy piece of shit so he opted to care for tankhun instead and go along with the crazy because he'd rather watch series than deck a bitch. ken, why did he choose the minor family, how did he infiltrate the major family, WAS HE FUCKING VEGAS AS WELL ON THE SIDE?!??!?!?! big, how did he come to be a bodyguard, when and how did he fall in love with kinn, did he love ken too or maybe chan???? give us our literal ghostships beoncloud *holds knife* chan, why is he so great, why is he so hot, why is he so daddy <333

MORE MACAU SCREENTIME, MACAU PORCHAY BESTIE AGENDA, MACAU LOVE INTEREST MACAUMACAUMACAU

kim becomes increasingly unhinged and obsessive and i don't care if porchay is into that BECAUSE I AM

vegas and porsche team up to overthrow korn because fuck korn and then porsche willing gives up the minor family ring to vegas because I am still on my vegasporsche bestie agenda and we finally, FINALLY, get vegaskinn being the ass-eating, shooting-stabbing power duo family they were always meant to be and life is good.

#kinn theerapanyakul #vegaspete #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #pete phongsakorn #porsche pitchaya #vegas theerapanyakul #kinnporsche ep 14 #kinnporsche finale #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #kinnporsche brain rot #kinnporsche brainrot #kinnporche #kinnporche the series #kinnporche spoilers

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straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept · 1 year

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Yall need to accept that taylor swift chose to be closeted for a long time, because that is the message that we are getting from her music.

I'm seeing a lot of people miss the point of her music which is that she made a lot of questionable decisions to get to where she is in life, and the closeting is the worst thing she ever did to herself and to someone else.

Like, I don't understand how you are listening to midnight rain and dear reader and not seeing the utter fear taylor must have felt in 2016 at being called a fraud, a snake, a liar. Because well, she fucking was lying.

Like I dont mean to judge her of course, but she was sick and unhealthy and millions of people were tweeting about how they wanted her dead and making fun of her. The very thing from her childhood that pushed her into fame to begin with, happening on a national scale. "Do you know how many people have to be tweeting they hate you in order to make that trend #1" breaks my heart in the film everytime I watch it tbh.

She spent years of her life being scared to be queer in public, was probably being manipulated into being a good girl behind scenes by homophobic assholes who didn't want to deal with the "bad news" it would bring them. Like, she stopped herself from saying the dude in mean was gay when she was talking about it in 2010!!!! 2010!!!!!! Or 2011, depending on when that video was shot.

Either way, she was censoring herself all the way back in 2010/11 when it came to be openly supportive of the queer community. That's not what she wanted obviously because she was going to be honest, she wanted to say the truth but she stopped herself in time to say the right thing. The thing her record label wanted her to say instead. Breaks my fucking heart dude.

Like, the point of her music is not that she is still being forced in the closet but rather the pain and shame she is feeling at the role she played in forcing herself in this cage. Like, she has repeatedly shown us the complete self loathing she experiences when she thinks about people she's "ghosted" (aka killed, there is many different ways you can kill the one you love) because of her own decision making skills in that moment. Midnights is showing us all the ways in which she had to reconcile every part of her fame journey and all the good AND BAD decisions she made to get to the person she is now. To be the taylor swift she is today.

Like, she's not in a pr relationship because she learned her lesson with Calvin (did you listen to bejeweled and high infidelity?????? She spells it out for you pretty damn clearly). She would have never put herself through that ever again, because she knew she didn't want to ever be that depressed again. Like, how are you hearing all of folkmore and midnights and not understanding how much she wants to be free!?!?!?!?!??!?

Like, the contrast between 1989 and midnights is that taylor is pointing the finger at everyone else in 1989 (no judgement) and she is pointing the finger inward in midnights. Taylor has learned to take responsibility for her own decisions, for chasing after fame and all the ways that influenced her own decision making. Like, the reason midnights got a 10/10 from every critic is because the album really showcases Taylor taking responsibility in the most healthy and mature way we've seen from her.

Every single song is self-aware, she is self-aware in a way that she's never explored before because she's always been afraid of owning her mistakes for fear of feeding the trolls. We saw what happened with the anti-hero mv, we saw the trolls come out in full force and make a mountain out of a mole hill. I have a draft in which I'm analyzing the bejeweled mv and ngl... its kinds dark as fuck. I'm really excited to publish it because I feel like we're missing a huge portion of the conversation surrounding the video, blinded by the silliness of the song.

But yeah, like, idk, taylor being in a 7 year "pr" relationship where she is forced to hand over undeserved credit to a man (there is no reason why joe would even want a fucking grammy for an album he didn't write, like grammy gate is so fucking ignorant and braindead garbage I have to laugh at people who believe it) over her music, something that sent her into a year long depressive episode/burn out episode makes no fucking sense at all.

People just are dumb and believe what they want to believe about taylor. They always have and they always will.

#taylor swift #gaylor #midnights #1989 #speak now

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temikoangie · 1 year

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can you talk more about danganronpa 3 chapter 3… i’m very curious about your analysis on it and like, a slightly more detailed explanation of it bc i am deeply fascinated. only if it doesn’t bother you, of course

ohh anon u have No Idea what uve awakened in me . Quick Side Note , i truthfully didnt know where 2 begin explaining ch3 So If it looks scattered i Apologize i am Trying. i have ay dee aych dee . also obv drv3 spoilers Ahead.

when it comes 2 ch3 thje Big Big Reason why i like it so much bc Come On im the tenmikoangie guy !!! thats their Focus Chapter !!! but its also bc its just. different? from the other ch3 in other games ? while the past ch3s dont really have that much of a bond with eachother (as in the focus characters), in drv3 the focus characters are /deeply/ intertwined with eachother, including the killer to a degree. so much so, to the point that the ONE character who lived through losing Two of their Closest Friends, Grieved loudly on trial grounds, was able to start changing themselves so their deaths would not be in vain. Obviously it took more effort and trial and error on himiko’s part but hey, she’s trying!

also i feel like this is the chapter most people gloss over the most…? especially when talking about tenko’s and angie’s characters? this is where their personalities hit their peak!! most people tend to ignore the fact that tenko is a deeply caring and Very Emotionally tuned person in favor of the more creepy narrative, and angie being someome who ALSO cares but because her decisions are more logic based, shows it in Extremely Weird ways. to the point where the people outside assumes she is manipulating people into her bidding ( while there IS the whole.. God thing, i say this because through her logical deductions, she realized that attempts of escape, accepting monokuma’s motives, flashback lights and nighttime stuff are probably factors in what will make somebody go for murders. she’s insanely smart and makes a very good foil to tenko, who may be Dumb sometimes but he is a good empath!!)

their interactions r also pretty funny thru the whole chapter. why are they talking after one another is beyond me but i remember just whimpering and crying everytime they all talk . something is wrong with me !!

ok aside from that tho bc of this chapter i genuinely do think that tenko, angie and himiko all do care for eachother . tenko would not have gone out of his way to at least try to convince angie not to use the necronomicon !! angie couldve used the mole reveal to banish tenko from the council but she didnt !! and honestly we already know himiko's deal ( got closer to tenko during ch2 + was already closer to angie since liek . the beginning of ch2 ) . the point im trying to make is that they all had their reasons to just completely abandon ship and let the others to their own devices but they did NOT because to them their company or wellbeing is much more important! (actually angie not banishing tenko is probably bc her group is Moreso based on peace rathe thn fear BUT STILL !! she very much cares she just shows it weird . also she's lonely and tenko (aside from shuichi's fte) is like. the only other person who actively goes against her standing as a ''prophet''... Something She Herself liked so. make that as you will)

as for korekiyos . . . actually someone explained it much better thn i ever could but theyre liek . parallels to himiko . more specifically just as angie's and tenko's core traits really start to shine in her .. only albeit it turned into their downfall as they flounder harder and harder into the trial . everyone is a parallel of eachotherrr in their own waaayy . ............................. Sighs ? i wish more ppl went into depth into drv3 ch3 more i feel like there's a lot of missing stuff in there tht even I feel like i dont have much info on . ( this culd be bc i hadnt replayed drv3 in a while but . Not Right Now )

IDK i think thts most of what i wanted to talk about theres Definitely some bits and stuff i wanted to talk about but to add them here would 1) make it longer and 2) make it even Less comphrensible bc the way i write is so scattered and made even worse with me having to pause every now and then to try to recall details. sooo if there's anything specific u want me to talk about Please do Ask LOOL

#norse dialogue #idk girl as i said i tried to fit as much as i could of what stuff i liked and what stuff i wanted to see talked more abt #like tenkiyo... or the trial itself #idk!! idk #i suck at explaining bc my infodumps usually come out in explosions #BUT ITS OK its funny . as i said feel free to ask more about it if u need to

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mewmewchann · 2 years

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A vento aureo with Josuke au? 👀

Is there anything you're interested in sharing about it? I love hearing about other people's aus.

Sure!! I don’t plan on writing it so I’ll post everything I remember from it here

Bear in mind I came up with the base of it like a year ago and have moved on from it since so most of it is just cliffnotes and some areas are more detailed than others Also I had trouble remembering things so yea

Also you could REALLY tell I was playing favourites in some areas lol

…Also this gets long. Like really long

So the base idea for this AU was “what if Jotaro sent Josuke to check on Giorno instead of Kokichi and he stuck around for the whole part” So first few episodes are mostly the same, except when Koichi decided to leave and go back to Morioh Josuke figured “huh my technically once removed uncle is actually pretty neat I’mma see if I can hang out with him more” and literally sneaks onto Team Bucciarati’s boat just so he can follow Giorno So Giorno has to explain that to the gang, and Bruno just figures “eh he can’t exactly back out now and his stand is pretty powerful so he can come too I guess”

The main storyline changes that I had down don’t come until Bruno decides to betray the boss, so the changes before that are basically:

The gang don’t trust Josuke at first and it does take some time for them to warm up to him ...Narancia and Mista consider him a bro immediately but that’s besides the point

Abbachio is probably a bit more standoffish to Giorno since he accidentally brought an outsider into things

I had the idea of him being there for the Illuso just for the joke of Giorno saying that he has to resort to the whole bricksnake thing despite there being a healer literally RIGHT THERE

Grateful Dead probably would’ve been a lot easier to deal with because of Crazy Diamond, he could’ve just kept reversing the water back to ice over and over. The dude literally uncooked spaghetti back in Part 4

Also some of the interactions between him and the gang would’ve been great

Anyway, now to the major changes!

So the first major change is that Fugo actually gets on the boat this time. Why? Three reasons:

So that the numbers made sense for the Chariot Requiem fight

...He's a comfort character to me okay

Because it’s a surprise tool that’ll help us later

So then after that the Clash/Talking head fight happens which probably remains the same, but if I’m getting his powers right Notorious BIG probably would’ve been dealt with easier too? Like Josuke could’ve healed Giorno’s hands back and been able to heal the others so they could fight back once it came back, then Spice Girl would’ve done her thing

And then Abbachio dies.

This is essentially the point of no return here, since the boss killed one of their own, but Josuke decides to stay anyways since he feels he needs to bring justice for Abbachio’s death.

As for Fugo (since he’s here too), he feels...Complicated.

Because remember Araki’s original plan for Fugo? Yeah, I decided to bring that back here too. Kinda. (this was essentially my justification for having Fugo there so bear with me on this) Cue a new miniature arc (Idk if this would’ve taken place before or replaced the Cioccolata fight, but this was like a year ago I can’t remember things) that I called the “Kiss the Sky arc”. ...Yeah it’s based on the lyrics of Purple Haze

Essentially Diavolo was using him as a mole and wanted him to hinder their progress, but after seeing him kill Abbachio he wants out of their deal, as he never wanted any of his friends to die. This obviously pisses Diavolo off, and through some sequence of events the group finds out. The gang of course feels betrayed, but before they can even attempt to talk it out Fugo lashes out with Purple Haze and makes a break for it. (also this would be the point where Giorno realised that Bruno was a living corpse since “oh shit, he isn’t affected by Purple Haze wtf”) An argument over whether or not they have to kill him ensues, when Josuke eventually comes in like “HOLD ON A FUCKIN SECOND LET’S THINK ABOUT THIS”, as he figures that the boss was only using him as a pawn due to his powerful stand ability. He says that because of this they shouldn’t kill him because of a scenario where he had no control of anything, and they should at least try to get him back. Giorno agrees and eventually the others do too, and a big emotional fight scene happens where Fugo essentially begs Giorno to kill him to atone for his betrayal, Giorno refuses and a lot of crying and emotion happens and yaaay Fugo’s back again

Then if the Cioccolatta fight happened here then I had this amazing mental idea of the Seven Page Muda being a combo attack between Giorno and Josuke because that would’ve been dope

And after that is another grey area. Whoops

Well the body swap still happens, but Giorno switches with Josuke and Fugo switches with Narancia here Narancia still would’ve died, Fugo probably would’ve either died or been grievously injured, and I think at some point I actually considered killing Josuke off during the final battle. Idk if I would’ve gone through with it if I actually wrote this but I remember this being an idea I considered because Diavolo probably would’ve taken one look at Crazy Diamond and figured “okay this is way too broken for them” and would’ve made at least some attempt on him

But yeah, this is all I can remember. I had this idea like a year ago and hadn’t thought of it since and just randomly remembered it today, and I had some pretty cool ideas there hahaha

#jjba vento auero #jojo's bizzare adventure #josuke higashikata #giorno giovanna #pannacotta fugo

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on,

If I had to attribute my 2022 nervous breakdown to ANYone, it would be Taylor Tomlinson. And I feel justified in saying that because if anyone can take a fucking joke, I hope it would be a comedian.

Anyways, back to what I was trying to say.

It’s your birthday and I want you to be happy about it because you and me both made it to 28. And as we both know, neurocognitively and presently speaking, being 27 is a fucking wild ride. I barely made it to 28, and even you had to inch me along there part of the way, if not all of the way. That’s why it’s currently May 10th 2022 and I had to start writing this now because I am going to add to it all year based on what happens/what pops into my wacky little head.

A big thing I want to say right off of the bat is that I’m sorry I never made as much of a deal out of your birthday as you always did with mine. I think I did once but I never delivered as much as you did for my 18th birthday a little over 10 years ago. So that’s why I wanna go hard for this one for you because you flew across the country for me on my birthday once upon a time and I want to make sure I repay the favor. Because it was never a favor, it was never an ask, it was just the happiest day of my life when you were there for me and always has been, ever since then.

insert pause because I’m making a sandwich for alberto and my roommate josh right now, who is essentially a live in best friend for us

anyways ideally you are either in or on your way to paris right now and I was so happy when you told me that because that was the first great european trip I ever took as an adult and hopefully not the last but idk with how things are looking in regards to COVID and the literal handmaids tale we have going on in the year of our lorde 2k22

it’s occurred to me that this year is the 10 year anniversary to where we had both the best and the worst year of our relationship, and I wonder what you make of that.

I try not to pose too many questions to you right now because I don’t want to overwhelm you like I maybe did 10 years ago, but also at the same time I want to document everything I’ve wanted to say and not say because I don’t know if you will one day (hopefully) read or want to read this because I really hope we are friends by now, and by that I mean friends who tell each other things instead of make the mistakes we made a literal decade ago.

2014 you told me a lot of things, namely, that you still loved me, and that you still wanted to be friends.

2020 you told me happy birthday, which kinda floored me tbh

2022 you told me you were/are gay, and I feel like sexuality is fluid and complicated, at least mine is, so I don’t write that in any way in particular besides that you and I have danced around these kinds of topics for many years

and I keep watching and reading and seeing things and signs and all I want to know is what I am going to write in my short term notes app instead

I wonder if we’ll get there

never say never

wednesday may 11th 2022

I just tried watching the video you sent me because I missed you and I’m trying not to bother you via text

I could barely do 30 seconds of the video which starts with mexican music and I was already lowkey freaking out because my mom’s friend brought over some mole which I know I don’t like but still tried to eat anyways

and now I hope that’s not a metaphor for something else

all I want to know is what you want to happen and you tell me as best as you can that you want to be adult friends

which is what I want too

but its like I need to detox from you and idk if you’ve already done that from me

and I know I just need to sit tight and do my program but it’s so hard and they keep saying they don’t think its the right program for me

and I’m inclined to agree.

still wednesday

I’m thinking about your video and I’m still confused on what you’re trying to tell me

because one of your friends in the video said that you are loyal

but what does that mean when it comes to you and me?

you asked me this year, 2022, why do things have to be at the expense of myself?

does your loyalty count for anything when it comes to me?

does it come at the expense of yourself?

I should damn hope not.

and you know that too already.

why do you think I ask if you’re okay, if we’re okay, if you can handle seeing me?

because I know what we are/were

what we could be and you never wanted that or you wanted it too much and not enough at the same time, you couldn’t want it

you didn’t feel allowed

I want you to feel like you have permission to love instead of hate

maybe you already gave it to yourself and this is who you are now

I miss you so much it both hurts and helps

in unprecedented fucking times such as these

May 11th 2022

How did you learn to turn off the multithinking about me?

A hard reset?

You said you came crashing down and you had maybe what I had in March 2022

May 12th 2022

Am I just telling you things you don’t want to hear now? Is it too late?

The timing is not my fault I know.

Did you ever love me for me or did you just love me because I’m like the sister you never truly had?

Alberto says sometimes it’s not about being satisfied, it’s about being a little less unhappy and just doing the best you can

But I don’t stop until I’m satisfied with how things are

May 14th 2022

You know those posters or chalkboards labeled ‘Before I Die’?

Whenever I see them I write that before I die I want to see you again

I think that’s one of the biggest reasons why I reached out to you when I was on my way up and down and out

Because I’m not leaving this planet without seeing you first, I promised myself that much

And a promise is a promise.

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your writing is literally something so personal to me, it's unreal – no other author's really been able to do that 💜 i thank you for all the fics and the work you put into them :) writing isn't exactly the easiest lol

i know you'd do this small request justice tho; now not to trauma dump on you or anything but recently i've been dealing w the worst body image issues (i hope this isn't a triggering topic as i know plenty of us do as well, unfortunately), more so specifically my chest. i barely fill an A cup, and quite frankly just thinking about having a shirt off during you know easily makes me cry.

and lately lots of fics have been emphasizing, or just adding slight comments to the reader's "perky tits" that daddy!bucky loves to look down at through her shirt or something :/ absolutely nothing wrong w it, of course i can ignore it and read over it, but idk eventually it just becomes a lot. omg this is a lot fuck

so maybe it could be just a small hc, drabble, whatever's easiest lol, about daddy!bucky and it's just comfort all around though i am 100% not against any smut whatsoever in fact it is encouraged where he accepts her, reassures her that he'd always be there, that she's just beautiful the way she is. it doesnt have to completely center around that tho, just a small comment on it would suffice <3

no rush on this one <3 again i love ur writing endlessly and i cant wait to read it 💜💜

Pairing: (Daddy)!Bucky Barnes x f!(little)!reader

Word count: 2,725

Warnings: contains ddlg, contains smut (fingering - f receiving), the rest is fluff. 18+ content.

A/N: Nonnie love, this is hands down one of the best asks I've ever received and I think will ever receive on here. You're so so kind and sweet and I hope you know how much I love and appreciate you. Also, you can totally trauma dump on me any time, I'm here for you💜 and tbh, i understand:" and you're right, body image is something we all struggle with but at the end of the day, believe me we're all perfect little beings, each in their own way. Thank you so much for sending this in and I hope I didn't disappoint you, love💜💜 i love you lots. Please enjoy xx💜

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all of you

Bucky never said anything, but he knew. He knew her like the back of his hand. Bucky knew what made her happy and what made her sad. He knew her dreams and fantasies. He knew what she liked about herself and what she was insecure about. Bucky knew it all, and he absolutely adored every bit. He loved all of her just the way she was. He was hoping she knew that though.

Although he knew everything there was to know about his girl, Bucky was no relationship expert. He was above a 100 years old and she was his first girlfriend since the 40s. He would be lying to himself if he said he still remembered how to woo or swipe a lady off of her feet.

But Bucky knew how to love. When it came to her, his heart knew how to appreciate, adore and cherish every detail. It was with her that he learned that no torture, even if too much, could be enough for his heart to forget how to love.

She taught him to smile again. She gave him a reason to want to live again. She was his hope, his sunshine, his love and his all.

So Bucky just decided he was going to let his actions speak instead of his words. He made sure she knew he loved every little thing he's ever noticed about her inside and out.

Bucky loves every inch of her; every mark, every mole and every scar he's had the luck of laying his eyes on and discovering.

But like he had his deep insecurities, she had hers and it was only human. Bucky just wished he could have her see herself through his eyes.

He wished he could show her how perfect she was to him, how he adored everything about her and wouldn't trade a thing, not for the world.

Now when she's her big, busy, responsible self, it's easy for her to hide it or brush it off, but it's more noticeable when she's little.

She won't exactly give Bucky an easy time whenever it was time to change or shower or do anything that required her shirt to be taken off and her boobs to be bare before him.

Her big self has let Bucky see her chest plenty of times, biting back anxious tears that always threatened to spill as she tried to relax, focusing on the feel of Bucky's hands on her, caressing, kneading and pinching her soft flesh.

Bucky is always so soft with her, so patient and gentle. He never rushes her and walks through everything at her pace.

He wished she’d stop closing her eyes every time she got naked for him because she was missing the way she had him licking his lips at the mere sight of her. She was missing his dilating pupils as he took her in and his teeth sinking into his lip before he’d lower his mouth on her body.

It was one of those days and she was being hard again.

“Baby doll, we gotta take our clothes off if we wanna take a bath together,” Bucky reasons, trying to seduce her into undressing, knowing how much she likes their grounding bath time.

Oh, she is perfect. Bucky could never get enough of her. She's so perfect that he sometimes finds himself staring at her as she nakedly sleeps beside him and feels like a creep. She's perfect and Bucky desperately needed her to know it.

“Don' look then,” she says, her palm cupping Bucky's cheek to try and make him turn his head the other way so his eyes aren't on her.

“Doll, my baby, Daddy loves every little part of you. You got nothing to be shy about,” Bucky reassures, twisting his head to kiss her palm.

“Daddy,” she whines, still refusing to get out of her his shirt.

Bucky sighs before turning off the water pouring into the filling tub.

She looks regretful, quickly preparing an apology in her head, thinking she ruined bath time for them.

Bucky doesn't give her the chance because his hand is off the tap and on hers, gently tugging as he leads her outside of the bathroom.

“Dada?” She whispers, confused, when Bucky sits down on their bed, positioning her before him between his legs.

“Baby doll, I love you,” Bucky says, his eyes carrying nothing but sincerity and adoration.

Before she can say it back, he continues, “and that means I love everything about you with my whole heart. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and you're mine, doll!”

“All yours, daddy,” she reassures as tears fill her eyes.

Bucky couldn't believe his own words. His mind took a minute to comprehend this truth every time he was reminded of it.

She is his. This perfect, absolutely amazing in every way, kind, sweet girl is his. She wants him. She trusts him. She chooses him. She loves him. And the least Bucky can do is make her feel like the precious beauty she is.

“And I'm yours, baby.” Bucky kisses her hand, “and I understand.”

He tenderly holds her face between his hands and pecks her forehead again and again.

“Remember when I couldn't be shirtless around you at first?” Bucky asks and she nods.

“I was so insecure about my arm. I didn't want you to see it. I didn't want you to see anything that had to do with this part of me.”

“Daddy.” A tear rolls down her face as she cups Bucky's.

“But do you remember what you did the first time you got home early and saw it?” She nods again and Bucky melts when he remembers.

“You smiled so brightly at me and then you acted like nothing was different. You hugged me all the same, kissed me all the same and made me feel loved all the same. You didn’t stare or grimace or even ask questions.” Bucky swallows the lump is his throat when he feels like he's getting emotional because this isn't about him.

“Dada, your arm is beautiful!” She defends, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“It's not beautiful to me, doll.” Bucky gives a faint smile, “but it's okay because none of us has to be perfect. Especially if I have an angel like you, loving me for who I am despite the flaws.”

“I love you, daddy.” She throws her arms around Bucky's neck, hugging him as close to her as she can as she cries on his shoulder. Bucky wraps his arms around her, his lips dropping to the column of her neck and he places the softest kisses there.

“I love you too, doll. I love you and anything that has to do with you.” Bucky kisses her ear, “and I know there might be parts of you that are not your favourite but they're you and I love them. I love you. You never have to hide away from me, baby. I love all of you just the way you are.”

She slowly backs out of the hug, wipes hurriedly at her tears before grabbing Bucky's hands and bravely placing them on the hem of her shirt.

Bucky smiles softly, “you ready to take a bath with daddy, doll?”

She nods with a shy smile, her heart pounding between her ribs as she tries to remain brave. It's Bucky. Bucky loves her. He loves her the way she is.

He tenderly slips the shirt off her arms and head before his hands find her waist, waiting for her nod to take off her underwear as well.

When she's fully bare in front of him, Bucky just stares. She's so so beautiful. She looks like a goddess to him; an exquisite being out of a fairytale. His very own Venus. He never thought anyone could be this gorgeous.

Bucky only snaps back to the present when she starts fidgeting and shifting on her feet in slight discomfort.

“You're beautiful, baby doll.” He holds her hand and brings her closer to him again. He helps her up on his lap with her legs open and wrapped around his waist.

Her face is burning up at how exposed she feels and then Bucky's palms are caressing her back, spreading chills throughout her.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, his lips finding her forehead.

Bucky kisses her eyes, feeling the flutter of the lids in surprise, “just perfect from head to toe.”

“Those beautiful eyes where I see your love for me; where I see hope and hold on to it because I got you.”

She blushes, keeping her eyes shut as she feels Bucky's lips peck her nose, “you have no idea how much I love feeling this nose poke me when you hide your face from the sun in my chest every morning. Or when you hug me and bury your face in my neck. Doll, you make me feel whole doing the littlest things.”

“And your beautiful lips. Oh, these are perfect.” He kisses her again, his teeth gently biting on her lower lip. “The prettiest sounds come out of them,” peck, “it's the best thing in the world when I hear them calling for me,” peck, “there's not a second that I don't wanna kiss these lips, baby” peck, “and when they're stretched around my cock? Oh, doll.” peck.

“Bucky.” She opens her eyes, tears evident in them again and in an instant, Bucky's lips are devouring hers.

She’s her and she’s comfortably naked in his hold as her big self. She feels brave enough and it’s her.

Bucky’s words are so loving, so soft and so kind and she feels the warmth of them engulfing her in a sweet hug.

“Bucky,” she breathes, hiding her face in Bucky's shoulder, her nose poking his neck.

He chuckles, kissing the side of her head, “look at me, baby.” Bucky asks and she obeys, her whole body feeling on fire, “please.”

“Don't hide from me, doll. I’m in love and I'm not done admiring you yet,” Bucky says, smiling adoringly as he steals yet another kiss from her welcoming mouth.

Her face is so hot she can feel the warmth spreading to her neck and chest as she lets Bucky’s voice calm her as he continues to worship her body.

“Where were we?” He pecks her lips one last time before his lips are sliding over her skin down to her neck, “your neck, right.”

“This beautiful neck that proudly carries my marks all over,” Bucky says hotly, his teeth teasing her flesh, “so soft, so warm.” Bucky's nose brushes up her throat before his lips go down the same trail, sending shivers up her back where his hands are still caressing and feeling

Bucky remembers all the times she's hugged him, let him nuzzle her neck and take in the beautiful scent his heart knew as hers. He silently moves to her collarbones, nibbling and kissing until he reaches her breasts.

Bucky lets his flesh hand come to the front, the other still on her back, holding her. His eyes are on hers, looking for signs of rejection as he slides it up her tummy.

She doesn't stop him and Bucky's hand reaches one of her boobs and he can't help but close his palm over the soft tit, giving a tiny squeeze. Her breath hitches as Bucky whispers a “perfect” to himself.

Her head falls back a little as Bucky's hand moves to her other breast, his touch leaving her nipples hard and her body shivering.

“Your boobs are the best, doll. They're so soft and beautiful, fit just right in my hands. I love playing with them,” Bucky says, tenderly rolling a nipple between his fingers, eliciting a sweet moan from her.

“I love putting my mouth on them.” Bucky's lips are instantly on her other nipple, wrapping around the nub and sucking, the tip of his tongue circling over it.

“Bucky, please,” she breathes, not even sure what she's begging for but Bucky understands. He always understands.

“You want me to move to your favourite part, baby doll?” He teased, lightly biting down, lips grazing her sensitive nipple, making her arch her back to press her breast more to his mouth.

She nods, shyly adding a low “please”.

Bucky puts his lips on hers and she’s so lost in the dizzying kiss to notice him standing up and taking her back to the bathroom.

She opens her eyes again when she hears the water continue to fill up the tub and she can’t help but pant, “I love you.”

“I love you even more, doll.” Bucky kisses her again, big hands caressing the curve of her butt and squeezing.

When the tub is filled, Bucky gently gets her in and she sighs at the warmth she sinks into, the water smelling of her favourite body wash.

Bucky gets in and relaxes behind her, his chest to her back and his arms around her waist.

He kisses her ear, neck and shoulder as his fingers trail down her body and she automatically parts her legs.

Bucky’s fingers are sort of warm when they slip inside her but it’s nothing compared to the warmth of her tight cunt.

“I have to admit, you’re not the only one who favours this pussy, doll. It’s definitely my favourite part too,” Bucky smirks on her neck, his lips teasing as his fingers leisurely slide in and out of her.

His vibranium hand plays with her boobs, the sensation making her slightly shake in his hold.

She’s floating. Everything feels too good and she feels so loved; so accepted and so wanted.

Bucky finds her beautiful and attractive. Bucky craves her.

“This amazing pussy that is always needy no matter how many times I give her my cock. Always so wet and so warm for me,” Bucky moans, biting down on her shoulder and her back curves the littlest bit as she tries to get his fingers to move faster.

“So tight I don’t even know how you take me, baby.” Bucky’s thumb rubs her clit just as slowly and she’s so desperate for a release, but also not sure if she wants all the pleasure Bucky’s giving her to end.

“But you do, you take this cock like a champ. Every. Single. Time.” Bucky groans, softly humping her ass, his hard cock touching her behind making her even wetter on his fingers.

“Please, Bucky. I want it,” she mewls, frustrated that he won’t pump his fingers faster.

“What is it you want, doll?”

“Y-your cock,” she whispers and Bucky is kind enough to not make her say it again louder.

Bucky slowly pulls his fingers out of her, rubbing the head of his cock on her opening before pushing in.

“All yours, doll,” he breaths, fully sinking into her.

It was one bath but it was all she needed. That day has opened her eyes to things Bucky did that she unawarely took for granted, barely noticing and if she noticed them she’d deem them coincidences.

She no longer missed out on how Bucky checks her out when she’s out of the shower in nothing but a towel. She no longer missed out on the way Bucky admired her on date night because the dresses looked so good on her he almost cancelled their every date.

On another hand, Bucky loved her more freely now. He got to be more open about showing her physical affection any time of the day. Bucky always wanted to be close. He always wanted a hand on one or both of her boobs. The man was obsessed. They’re spooning? Bucky has a hand on her boobs. Watching a movie? Bucky has a hand under her shirt touching her boobs. Making love? He’s. Touching. Her. Boobs.

Bucky just loved her; all of her, so much and he’d vowed to make sure she knew that until his last day on earth.

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ok so we all know nesta loves sweets right and at one point maybe everyone also knows that nesta loves sweets so her canon suitors maybe eris or helion or even balthazar start sending her delicious pastries to the HoW and just as nesta is about to take a bite cassian's like "it's probably poisoned" and she just rolls her eyes but then she sees the puppy dog look on cassian's face and so she has to pretend that she doesn't even like them and cassian is all giddy again and goes "I'll buy you all the treats you want and you can even eat it off me" so she leaves the sweets for az, emerie and gwyn to enjoy lol idk kinda cute

Ok I took a bit of liberty on this one- kept the general premise but also added some *adult* content so warning for a bit of smut 😉

Also I see you all and your requests for more Nesta vacationing in the Summer Court. There will be more but I’m working through a couple more requests first!

“Decline,” Cassian growled at the House. His hand was three fingers pulsing at the exact angle he’d spent two mated years learning was pure bliss to Nesta and he really wasn’t in the fucking mood to deal with this again.

Males who were like him, brash and arrogant and cocky, tended to love things like this. Maybe there were males who would have loved how desirable their mate was. But Not. Fucking. Cassian.

Cassian wished Nesta had a hump on her back and a bunch of hairy moles on her face. Because he would love her the same that way, but maybe every other male in Prythian might just back the fuck off for one damn second. Then again, maybe not.

Nesta moaned underneath him, unaware that the silver wrapped package had even arrived. The House seemed to hum in its decline of his decline, refusing to get rid of the package until Nesta saw it. The House loved to remind him who their favorite was.

“Gods, Cassian.” His name on her lips brought him back in. What was wrong with him? A writhing, naked, sweat-slicked, glowing Nesta was underneath him and he was too focused on other males trying to steal her away.

Cassian curved his right wing under her back, the thin talon scraping against her hip and pulling another moan out of her.

“Nes, sweetheart, let’s-“

A massive thunk sounded through the room as the House picked the package up and slammed it down again. Nesta shot upwards, her peaked breasts bouncing as she lifted her whole upper body.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Cassian murmured into her neck.

Nesta quickly forgot Whatever the sound was as Cassian pressed his longest finger into exactly the spot he knew drove her crazy. Nesta moaned.

“Cassian.” She cried out as she tumbled over the edge. Because she knew he loved it. Loved to hear his name on her lips.

His name. His name. His name. No one else’s.

“This was the sound,” Cassian grumbled, easily lifting the far too heavy package onto the bed.

Nesta sighed. She’d learned a while ago that ignoring it just encouraged the males to send increasingly extravagant gifts. The most ridiculous of which currently resided in an open-roof stable.

Peeling silver paper back, Nesta rolled her eyes.

“Send this back to the Autumn Court.” The House didn’t move. “Fine,” Nesta snapped, “the note can say “I don’t like caramel.” But that’s it.”

The package of hand crafted, richly dark chocolate coated milk caramels disappeared in a heartbeat.

“You don’t have to send them all back.” Cassian pulled the covers up, climbing into bed but not wrapping his arms around her.

“Well I don’t like caramel so-”

“Nesta I made you lava cakes with a caramel center last week and you moaned louder than your last orgasm when you ate them. You love caramel.”

“I love caramel when you put it in front of me.” Nesta’s eyes darted up to Cassian. Hooded and intentional.

“I’m sure it’s just as good when Helion and Eris and Tarquin and Balthazar and-”

“You’ll run out of breath if you list them all.” Nesta rolled her eyes, adopting a new tactic. “I’ve heard this whole mate thing is pretty permanent. Like centuries, millennium, into other lives and worlds,” she smirked a little. “So if through all that time, you try to list every man who wants me you’ll suffocate to death for lack of breath. So I suggest we get over this quick.”

Cassian was smiling. Broad. Wide. Brilliant.

“What?” Nesta went on the defensive quickly.

“That means you expect me to be there.” Cassian finally pulled her into his body. Hand around her waist, leg thrown over her hip, one hand turning her face towards his. “In the centuries and millennia and other lives and worlds. With all those unlistable number of men trying to steal you away, you think I’ll be there.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, “Of course you’re going to be there, brute. You’ll be throwing rocks at them and crashing buildings down and I’ll be berating you every time you do and then we’ll both be screaming each other’s names against the House’s shields and that’s what matters, isn’t it?”

“You are so much wiser than me at such a younger age,” Cassian smiled. Moved his hand down to her neck and tipped her face up. Kissed her. “And I’ll get you as much caramel and chocolate as you want.”

“I thought sugar was bad?” Nesta smirked, “even a spoonful of it in my oatmeal could destroy a whole training regime and-“

“That was when you were a beginner. Sure sugar might slow you, but you’re so fast now that it doesn’t matter. And I’ll be here to make sure you eat real, energy sustaining food as well.”

“You have no control over what I eat,” Nesta scoffed.

“If I make more lava cakes I’m pretty sure I will have full control.”

“Hmm,” Nesta ran her foot up his calf, “I wonder if Helion has your recipe?”

“I’m going to buy you so much fucking chocolate you can’t ever eat it all in a hundred immortal lifetimes,” Cassian moaned into her mouth. “And then I’m going to send a pound of it back to everyone who tries to steal you away from me.”

“I love you,” Nesta whispered.

“I love you more.”

“This is an old fight.”

“Admit you lose then,” Cassian laughed.

“I never admit defeat.”

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His Favorite Secret.

“I’m tired of being your secret.”

You can find the rest of the prompts here.

i really took this and ran with it huh...IT’S 4.3K WORDS

warnings: mentions of sex, gangs, alcohol, bondage

kinda obsessed with this gang!luke idea. also, i’m not sure if i wanna make “bambi” the reader or an oc, it works as either i believe? bambi is a nickname btw and i honestly feel like making more parts based on this concept tbh

kinda wanna make another part LMAO idk what i’d do it on though </3

Luke was better to her than anything you could possibly expect. He was surprisingly gentle when it came to her, hugging and caressing her that seemed impossible for the way he was and the life he lived. People saw Luke as the 6-foot-odd man that could rip you apart without an issue, without even breaking a sweat but he was so much more than that.

He was so much more than the leather jacket-wearing gangster that everyone depicted him as; heartless and stoic. He was a great lover if he let people in, and she had never been loved that way with anyone before. Surely though, with his life, there were complications to their relationship.

He was different from other people, more violent, more dangerous. The gang, which was run by Luke and three of his closest friends, Calum, Ashton and Michael, was well-known and feared among many, but they were left alone by the police. The police were aware that they existed, but they didn’t do anything about it. There were more cons to arresting them than there were pros.

Luke’s life made everything very interesting. He was rich, of course, and after a while of them dating she had moved into his condo. It was massive, bigger than any house she had ever lived in before and it was just for the two of them. It was a luxurious life that she had not experienced before, and she was still getting used to it.

If there was one thing about Luke that she had learned, it was that buying her things was his love language. He never had been great at the romantic side of their relationship considering he hadn’t had a girlfriend in a long time and normally just had one-night stands, but he tried his best. That didn’t meant that he ever softened up during sex, though.

Another thing about his life that made stuff interesting was that Luke had to drop things for work. Sometimes stuff would go wrong on a run, or other gangs would try stuff with them and he would have to leave. It was understandable, but still frustrating for her, especially the one time where an emergency had occurred right in the middle of them having sex.

Luke had been very busy the past few weeks, having to deal with numerous issues with the gang and barely having enough time to spend with the needy girl who craved his attention. There had been issues in the club, that was what he had said, but he didn’t go into much detail on the matter, he never did. He liked to keep his relationship and gang life very separate from one another.

A lot of the mornings this week she had woke up alone, void of the warmth she liked to cuddle into in the morning. At least she was getting him all to herself this weekend, she thought. After barely spending anytime with her that weekend, Luke had promised they would spend the weekend together, even if the club was set on fire. Calum, Ash and Mike will deal with it.

“Bambi?” The nickname fell from his lips when he stepped in the front door. She brought her eyes up to look at him, happiness filling her features. She hadn’t been expecting him home for another few hours, but she definitely wasn’t complaining.

Running over to him, she jumped, knowing full well that he would catch her as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her head snaked into the nape of his neck, comfortingly taking in the scent of her favorite person, his arms holding her protectively close to his body. They were alone, thankfully enough. After all, she really hadn’t thought out her jumping hug because her short skirt had ridden up, showing off her underwear which Luke most definitely would be furious if anyone but him saw.

“Welcome home,” She whispered into his neck, hand coming up to play with the hair on the back of his neck. Her eyes fluttered, eyelashes tickling the skin on Luke’s neck as he rubbed her back, taking in the comfort of having the smaller girl in his arms.

He walked forward so that he was fully in the house, using his leg to kick the door shut behind him before walking towards the middle of the room near the couch. He slowly lowered himself until he was sitting down on the plush cushions, the girl now in his lap, still being held closely.

“Bambi?” Luke started, making sure that the girl was listening, to which she hummed into the side of his neck, not willing to move just yet, “I know you wanna hug and kiss and stuff right now but we don’t have much time to pack your bags, you have to stay at the safe house for a few days.”

Almost immediately, the warmth of her face was gone from his neck, and her hands were no longer playing with his hair. She was still held tightly on his lap, mostly because he held her there with a semi-firm grip, her looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows and sad eyes.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. In fact, it had happened quite a few times and each time it made her rather frustrated. She had to remove every single piece of evidence that she even existed in the apartment, and get hidden away in a safe house for the entire weekend, on the edge of town, where she wasn’t allowed to leave until Luke got her himself.

She hated the safe house.

“But you said-”

“Bambi,” Luke cut her off rather firmly, sending her a look which she knew meant that there were no arguments in this. She almost wanted to whine, to argue with Luke and tell him that he said this was going to be their weekend together, just them, no gang stuff, but now she wasn’t even going to get to see him at all this weekend, “I need to have a few low levels over to go over plans, and they’ll be over tomorrow which means we can’t let them know you’re here or that you exist. They still can’t fully be trusted yet, which means that they could be moles and I’m not putting you at risk for that.”

His speech was ended in a soft tone, looking down at her with a small amount of sadness for the girl. His hand comfortingly raked through her hair, piercing blue eyes looking at her but her eyes stay looking down. Slowly, without saying anything, she climbed off of his lap and started to retreat to their bedroom.

“Bambi? Where you goin, baby?” He called out, looking at the girl who stopped in her tracks, looking over her shoulder.

“I’m packing. That’s what you wanted me to do, was it not?”

Not many words were exchanged afterward with the girl silently packing away every aspect of her life into two duffle bags. She wasn’t even allowed to properly live in her own house, no decorations, photos in frames, nothing. Everything she owned had to be easily removable so it looked like she didn’t even exist in her own home.

Luke watched her from the bedroom door, leaning against the frame coolly as he analyzed her movements. He knew she was frustrated, but she had to know he was doing this to protect her, she should have anyway. Rather harshly, she finally zipped up the duffle bags, throwing them over her shoulder and walking straight past Luke without acknowledging him.

He understood that she was frustrated, but was she really angry at him?

She was quickly at the door, grasping at the handle when Luke had snapped out of his thoughts, walking over to her quickly with ease, taking a grip on her arm.

“You okay?”

“Dandy,” She replied bluntly, looking away from the slightly concerned man, almost as if she was itching to get away from him. Normally, even if she wasn’t happy about being sent away to the safe house, she still gave him a goodbye kiss, but it appeared that he wasn’t going to get one of those tonight, “Gotta go. Wouldn’t want to keep Jacob waiting, would we?”

She walked out of the apartment without another word, but Luke’s eyes were on her retreating figure, “We’ll speak about this on Sunday, okay baby?”

He barely even seen the nod that she sent him before she disappeared down the hallway.

. . . “Please, Jacob,” She pleaded with the driver, with puppy eyes and everything but he tried his best to remain stony-faced. Jacob was the only driver that Luke trusted Bambi with, he had grown up with the boys too, childhood friends with Michael apparently, who Bambi had never even met before.

Jacob was the leading driver for the gang, one of the getaway drivers for bigger and more important heists or events, but normally he just got called in for private transport of any important members of the gang. He, as well as practically anyone who had ever met the girl, had a soft spot for her, and she knew that.

“You do realize if I take you there that I am directly disobeying orders of the leader of one of the biggest gangs in California?” He asked ridiculously, shaking his head with his hands placed firmly on the wheel.

“Jacob-”

“No,” He replied firmly, looking at the girl through the rearview mirror, seeing her begging eyes and sad face.

The man knew that everything was frustrating for the girl, especially when she had to get up and move out of her own house just so that Luke could host meetings and debriefings for the gang.

“Please, Jacob. I’m going to be cooped up in a safe house for three days without talking to anyone, at least let me go to Anna’s for a few hours. She’s been my best friend since I was three, she’s trustworthy.”

The black-haired man didn’t reply for several moments, and a frown fell onto the girl’s face before he started to signal off the highway. It was a familiar road, the one that she had taken many times before to her best friend’s house, and honestly, she had never been happier to see it. At least she would get some enjoyment this weekend.

“Thank you so much, Jacob, just tell me how I can repay you,” The girl said once she was out of the car, bouncing lightly in excitement while she stared at the man who was still inside the car.

He gave her a small smile, one that showed he knew how much appreciation she felt towards him before his eyes turned to the door behind her, “Just enjoy yourself and make sure he doesn’t fire me for this.”

“Consider it done.”

It was nice to see Anna again, it had been two weeks since their last meet up and they had both missed each other greatly. Anna was drinking alcohol, but the smaller girl wasn’t. It wasn’t like she was afraid of what Luke would say if she did, because she certainly wasn’t afraid of Luke, but even though she was angry she didn’t want to disappoint him.

Not that she had exactly abided by his rules anyway, considering she was with Anna right now instead of locked inside the safe house. The safe house had slowly become the girl’s own personal prison, it was bare, bland, and had nothing for her to entertain herself, and there was no company. That’s what she hated most about it, the lack of social interactions she could have while she was in there.

“-we were talking about the weather and shit right? Then he asked to see my tits! I was like are you being serious right now?” Anna rambled on, talking about another failed love interest that had been using her for her body. Anna never seemed to be lucky in the dating apartment of life, but she was a successful girl, and a beautiful one at that, she would get there.

“Was he?”

Anna scoffed, taking another drink of her alcohol, “Yeah! He blocked me after I sent him pictures of minecraft chests and asked him what ones were his favourite.”

The smaller girl let out a laugh, looking at her best friend who had a sly grin on her face, trying to hide it with the glass in her hands.

“Speaking of guys though, how’s Mr. Hemmings then?” Anna jokingly asked the girl, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk on her face, swaying to the music that was loudly playing in the background.

“He’s good, I mean he’s doing good,” The smaller girl quickly corrected herself before her dirty-minded friend could make a joke about their sex life or ask about it. Anna hummed lightly, still smug and still swaying to the music, “I was supposed to be going to the safe house, but I’m here instead, I don’t think he’s very happy.”

“Girl, you’ve been here for nearly two hours!” Anna cried out in shock, eyes wide at the clear defiance that the small girl had for her 6-foot-odd gang leader boyfriend.

“And?”

“He’s bound to know by now! He’s not going to bust through my doors with his gang and shoot the place down is he?”

The girl shrugged lazily in reply, letting some of her hair fall in front of her face as she smiled at her friend, “Yeah he does know, he’s been blowing up my phone for an hour and a half.”

Anna fell dramatically against the back of the couch, hand still tight around her glass of lemonade and pink gin. Her free hand was laying across her forehead with her eyes shut, “Oh please tell me you’ve replied.”

“Nope.”

“Oh come on, I really like my door, believe it or not, I don’t want him or any of his gang members kicking it down!” Anna cried out, giving her best friend a pout to which she just laughed lightly in response.

“He won’t knock your door down, he probably won’t even come. He’s too busy debriefing his gang to even spend time with me and instead shipped me out of the house. Why does he care whether it’s yours or the safe house?”

However, she couldn’t have been more wrong because less than ten minutes later they heard a roaring engine speeding down the road. Anna, who shared a quick look with the smaller girl, got up and looked out the window, seeing no other than Luke gets out of his very expensive sports car and towards the house, “Guess you were wrong.”

He threw the door open, thankfully not breaking it down, his eyes quickly landing on the small girl, grabbing her and pulling her off of the couch, planting her by his side. His grip was tight on either side of her hips, almost as if it was a warning to stay by his side and cooperate for once in her life.

“Anna,” His accented voice wrung through the room as he gave the blonde a curt nod. She waved back awkwardly, maybe too hazed by the alcohol in her system to stay anything intelligible back, and Luke seemed to realize this, “don’t stay up too late, get a good sleep, okay?”

“Aye captain, yes sir,” She saluted him back with a smile on her lips, almost diffusing the tension in the room but it was barely a second later where Luke’s grip retightened on his girlfriend’s hips.

“Okay, good night.” He bid her farewell, walking out of the house with his slightly anxious girlfriend behind him. It seemed as if suddenly she was filled with regret and guilt, especially after seeing how angry Luke was with her.

“It isn’t Jacob’s fault I-” She started when the door shut behind them, the cold wind of the night surrounding her.

“Don’t,” He spoke gruffly, turning around to look down at her with angry blue eyes before grabbing onto her wrist and dragging her over to his car.

Luke hadn’t even locked his car when he had rushed inside to Anna’s house, not that he would be too bothered anyway, it wasn’t like anyone was going to steal the gang leader’s car, especially not in this neighborhood. He didn’t speak another word to the girl as he took her around to her side of the car, letting her get in before he leaned over and strapped her in, closing the door without a single word and getting in his own side.

He started the car up and the only noise heard in the car was the engine as it roared to life and they began to speed down the street. His blond hair was messy, jaw ticking with his eyes glued to the road, never once straying to the girl in the passenger’s seat. Her eyes, however, never strayed from him, picking up every sign that he was furious with her. His posture was rigid, he was impatient, breathing loudly and not even acknowledging her existence beside her; he was seething.

She wasn’t sure if they arrived too fast or too slow to the safe house honestly. Luke still didn’t utter a word, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him. She knew not to move already, she knew that Luke didn’t want her to move and honestly she didn’t want to aggravate him further.

True to her belief, Luke opened her car door, undoing her seatbelt before pulling her out of the car. His eyes didn’t stay on her as he stormed into the house, a tight grip on the smaller girl’s wrist. She tried to get his attention, for him to say anything to her as he entered the house but it appeared he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

The main room was still dark, but just the feeling of being in here makes her feel sick. She wasn’t overexaggerating when she said how much she hated the safe house. It felt as if she was defeated, back where she didn’t want to be, somewhere she hated, and with her boyfriend furious at her.

In the time that she had been thinking of how much she loathed the building she stood in, Luke had let go of her wrist and wordlessly made his way towards the front door again. The thought of him leaving her here, frustrated and alone all weekend made annoyance bubble in her stomach and before she can help herself she’s shouting over at him, “So that’s it? Are you just going to lock me in here and leave again?”

Luke stilled, but he doesn’t bother to reply or even look at his girlfriend, just standing there like a statue. She can’t find it in herself to regret the words that come out of her mouth, especially after she awaits the nonexistent reply, causing annoyance to bluster in her stomach. Her eyes roll and her arms flail slightly before they slap against her thighs with a low scoff falling out of her lips, “Typical.”

“Excuse me?” Luke turned around, his voice hard and powerful, one that would normally make her shake, make her look up at him with wide eyes unsure of what to say. Their eyes meet, his blue piercing into hers. He took a step forward, tilting his head slightly with an eyebrow raised, almost as if he’s encouraging her to repeat what she had said moments before, “What did you say, Bambi?”

Her mouth was agape as she stuttered lightly, any feeling of bravery that she had mere seconds ago fizzling away into nothingness. Her eyes darted from one of his eyes to the other, looking at the expectant and slightly smug face as he looked at the stuttering girl in front of him. She tried her best to find the right words to say but she had, ultimately, been rendered speechless.

“Come on, if you’re so big and brave, baby, why don’t you speak up a little? Tell me what you said.” He walked towards her until he’s right in front of her, chests barely ten centimeters apart. Two of his fingers make their way under her chin, pushing her face up until she had no other choice but to look him in the eye, holding her face in such a way that she can’t move easily.

Silence filled the room once more, simply with the two of them staring at one another. Luke stared down at her with a slight smugness and with her looking up at him still frozen almost. When he does talk next, he muttered quietly, almost condescendingly with anger trailing in his voice, “You ruined an important meeting tonight all because you couldn’t follow a simple instruction-”

“Well, believe it or not, I don’t like to be locked up in a house for days on end like a caged animal,” She doesn’t even register that she’s speaking until she’s finished, the words flowing out of her mouth cutting off Luke’s lecture.

“This house is to keep you safe,” His grip on her jaw doesn’t loosen at this point in time, blue eyes swimming with rage. In all of their time together, he doesn’t remember his Bambi giving him this much attitude or a time where she’s tried to argue with him like this. Sure, there were times where they had disagreements or times where there had been a little bit of attitude but he had quickly sorted that out.

“I was safe at Anna’s and I was happy. Isn’t that what you want? For me to be happy?” Her voice is quiet, bottom lip threatening to quiver. She hated how she cried whenever she got frustrated, and right now she’s barely holding back from her eyes becoming glassy. She’s frustrated and annoyed, but she doesn’t want to look like a baby right now, especially when this was her first fight with Luke.

“Don’t try and guilt trip me now, Bambi. It isn’t going to work tonight.”

“I hate it here! I hate constantly having to move into this stupid fucking house where I have nothing to do and no one to talk to! It doesn’t even fucking have wifi or anything! It’s dumb and all because you’re paranoid!” After she finished shouting, she ripped her head out of his hold, standing back and away from him, back coming in contact with the marble counter of the kitchen island.

Her arms are crossed over her chest, and as Luke processed her words, he shook his head. His next words are low, like it’s a warning, “Don’t shout at me like that.”

“I’m not-”

“Listen here, doll, because I’m only going to tell you this once,” Luke doesn’t even let her finish before he’s talking. His voice is forceful and strong, something he normally reserved for when his men do something stupid like ruin a drug run, “You don’t call the shots here, I do. I’m in a gang and there are a lot of people that would put a bullet in your pretty little skull just to get to me,” He pressed a finger against her temple, hard enough for her to feel the pressure but not enough for it to hurt her, “People die in this lifestyle and I send you here so it doesn’t happen to you. Don’t tell me that I’m paranoid because I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“I get it, I do-”

“Then why won’t you just do what I say?”

“Because I’m tired of being your secret.” She whispered, looking up at Luke’s blue eyes sadly, tears gathering in her own eyes. His head dipped a little, shifting his weight onto his hands which are on either side of her, trapping her against the kitchen’s island counter.

It took Luke a few seconds to finally muster up words, and just from his tone she can tell that he’s disappointed, maybe in himself, maybe because of how she thought of their relationship, “You aren’t my-”

“Then why have I never met Cal? O-Or Mikey? Why is the only time I’ve ever met Ashton an accident? And why do you constantly send me away even if it’s only people you trust going to be there? And-”

“Bambi,” Luke groaned lightly but got cut off straight away when the girl continued to rant, barely even realizing that he had tried to cut her off.

“This was supposed to be our weekend and you just sent me away. I was so excited to finally get a whole weekend of you to myself but no, I was shipped off to this shithole again-”

“This was all because you just wanted me to yourself?” Luke asked incredulously, an eyebrow raised at the girl whose eyes snapped up to meet his.

“That’s what you want, Bambi? You got it.” Luke said, his eyes staying on hers, never wavering as he commanded. He pushed back, hands off the counter and now standing at his full height, towering over her with his eyes never leaving hers, “Hands out. Now.”

“Luke what-”

Her eyes frantically search his face, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. She can feel her heart rate pick up, beating loudly in her chest.

“No, Bambi. You’ve done plenty talking tonight. No talking unless I ask you a question, got it?”

She nodded her head, gulping down the thickness in her throat as a thick leather wrapped around her wrists, constricting them. Her mouth parted slightly, she hadn’t even seen or heard Luke take off his belt, but now she can’t even part her hands anymore.

His head dropped to her neck and she can feel her stomach flutter simply by his breath fanning over the skin on her neck. His hand made its way up to the nape of her neck, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking on it so her neck is fully exposed to him, “You’ve me all to yourself tonight, Bambi. And you’re all mine.”

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deniigi · 3 years

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my supervisor fucked me over with all my other coworkers present. can I request a one shot from you to cheer me up featuring Sammy?

Did I give y’all the fic about the hotpot?

Well if I didn’t, I’m giving it to you now.

Title: hotpot

Summary: Ganke checks the comments for the Blindspot comic daily and there’s this one asshole anon who keeps talking shit about BT.

The Blindspot comic went live in the fall and Ganke couldn’t stop checking the hit count every five seconds. All night there had only been ten hits.

He told himself not to be disappointed. The only person who really mattered had read and loved the comic.

Miles said that BT had even forced everyone on the team to read an abridged version of Journey to the West, and had gone as far as to make a quiz to determine everyone’s character.

Miles refused to disclose who he’d gotten.

BT had clearly rigged the game to make himself Sun Wukong and Ganke was proud of him.

That kind of enthusiasm was exactly what he’d been hoping for, anything else now was just icing on the cake.

Even though it would be cool if it wasn’t just BT reading his own comics.

That would be pretty cool, right? Like. If people online all started reading BT’s comic. That would be sort of amazing.

Kind of excellent.

Definitely worthy of an A+ and double pats on the back.

Right?

The hit counter didn’t think so. But hey, five more people had opened the page since last night. That was something, wasn’t it?

MM: dude why not just ask Sam to tweet out the link?

How dare you, Miles Morales.

How dare you waltz into this place with logical thought.

GL: I can’t do that. That’s like. Idk. Inflating the views.

MM: okay yeah explain to me how appealing to the person in control of the largest part of his own fandom is inflating the views

GL: I see your logic and I’m banishing it

MM: I’m messaging him

GL: DON’T

MM: too late

MM: he says ‘gimme link’

GL: asdksjsjdks

@blindspot: hi I know y’all can’t get enough of me to the point of asking shockingly invasive questions and for you I say good news! Some amazing folks have gone through the trouble of making a Blindspot comic. it’s good guys check it out [link]

It helped.

A lot.

It helped a lot.

People, on the whole, had great things to say. The panels were screenshotted and tagged and sent all over social media and even though Miles was pretending to be chill and aloof about the whole thing, Ganke could imagine him smiling big and bright and white at his phone non-stop.

Mom and Auntie saw a few of the bits on Twitter and tittered over them in the kitchen like pigeons.

The pride rose like a wave. Ganke kept waiting for the crash.

It came two days later in the form of a comment that read ‘Christ, look at all this fuss. BT is fine. I hate his brother.’

It felt like someone punching the wind out of Ganke’s lungs.

He took comfort in the handful of people who leapt in to shout down the commenter. They emphasized that if the anonymous commenter didn’t like the story or the characters, then they didn’t have to read it and they, especially, didn’t have to say anything about it.

Ganke appreciated those guys. He got the feeling that a lot of the people on there knew that the whole thing had been done but a couple of kids.

Not that Anon cared.

Anon replied to all these comments ‘No, I’m gonna keep reading, thanks. Anyways, the brother is lame. The smart part is cool, but why’s it always gotta be a guy?’

The part that haunted Ganke even after he’d shut his laptop and had gone to stick his head out the window for some big breaths of cleansing air was that Anon was kind of right.

GL: should we have made Guotin’s brother a sister?

MM: no

GL: why not?

MM: cause BT’s always wanted a brother

Oh.

Okay. Then it was fine?

MM: yeah man ignore them. it’s chill.

GL: k thanks my ego is huge and fragile

MM: trust me I know

Asshole. Fine, moving right along.

It didn’t stop. Anon commented on every page. Every. Single. Page.

Ganke didn’t know what to do or say. On the one hand, clearly this person was dedicated and deeply engaged with the comic, on the other hand, they needed a Rude Alert button. Ganke wondered if Ned could code one for them and them only.

The latest of their fury was directed at the big reveal in the second issue—BT’s face.

Having now met Sam, BT, Blindspot, Ganke’s whole image of him had changed.

He was not conventionally attractive as far as like, K-Pop idols and famous Chinese dudes went. His eyes were puffy and narrow and his face was round everywhere but the jaw. He leaned more towards ‘cute’ than ‘sexy,’ which Ganke sort of loved about him.

He was friendly. Stressed and grumpy and feisty as hell, yeah, but first and foremost friendly.

Miles claimed that he called it his ‘number one asset in employability.’ Which was wild because hello, Blindspot.

Obviously, BT couldn’t help his face. But Miles and Ganke could help Guotin’s.

Ganke had sent Miles about fifteen different images of Chinese celebrities and had told him to do his worst. They’d reviewed the final few drafts and had picked one that was most like a young Chen Kun. His face was more oval-shaped than BT’s. His chin and lips were slimmer but more defined. He was pretty, but not so pretty as to be called ‘feminine,’ which Ganke thought was a solid compromise between ‘handsome as sin’ and ‘looks like he’s got a quirky sense of humor.’

Anon hated him.

Anon thought that he looked like an idol, and they were not here for it.

They told ‘the artist’ to give him a mole or something, anything to make him look ‘less pristine. God, I can smell him from here and he smells like Dior and staph habitat.’

Ganke had to look up what a staph infection was. He regretted it. He asked Miles if they should censor Anon.

Miles said ‘mmmmm, idk it’s not like they aren’t saying anything that isn’t true.’

Ganke resented that. Clearly this was defamation of BT. This person hated him and was taking their feeling out on the comic.

MM: I mean yeah but it’s not like they’re talking about the comic, man. They’re talking about the style and like, thinking about it, a mole or smth to help you tell him apart from other folks would kind of be helpful. Like, especially if we ever put him in a crowd, you know?

HHHHHH.

Fine.

Anon could stay. But they were on thin ice.

It was hard not to be bitter about Anon’s comments, especially when they arrived daily, as though Anon knew exactly what they were doing and which page they’d left off at. They couldn’t possibly be reading the comic one page at a time, this was intentional.

Ganke’s jaw hurt from all the tooth grinding he’d endured as of late.

This latest one read ‘yo, has BT ever mentioned fighting with a sword? I don’t recall him mentioning. Someone should take that thing away from him before someone loses an eye—or maybe even two.’

That felt like a pointed jibe.

That turned the churning irritation in Ganke’s gut into something much, much colder.

Did Anon know about BT’s black and blue eyes? How could they know? Was it a coincidence? It seemed to be more than a coincidence.

The pile of critiques was growing bigger and bigger, and now that Ganke thought about it, they all seemed to take issue with things that didn’t match the real Blindspot’s personality.

It was as if they knew him.

GL: miles did you read the new comment from AnonTheAsshole?

MM: lol yeah

GL: tell me if I’m talking out my ass or whatever but like

GL: you don’t think they could be Muse, could they?

Silence.

MM: oh no

Yeah. Fuck.

MM: chances are low.

GL: they know so much tho??

MM: might be stalker? Maybe someone who’s over-invested in BT’s social media pages?

GL: maybe.

MM: hold on let me ask Spidey to screen it

GL: does he know Muse?

MM: no, but he’s paranoid and he’ll get Wade to be paranoid with him, and then they can decide whether its worth giving to DD for verification. He knows Muse.

Ganke’s head was spinning. His fingers shook with guilt and the thought of Muse’s pale body hunched over a secret, cracked cell phone in a high security prison who knew where.

In Ganke’s head, he smiled wider and wider, until the skin on his cheeks cracked. He dug out scraps of paper and redrew Blindspot—Sam—with gaping holes for eyes and a screaming mouth and he drew dismembered corpses in black lakes and he laughed.

He just kept laughing.

MM: hey ganke

MM: it’s going to be okay. It’s just a comic. I’m sure AnonTheAsshole is a stalker. They’re not threatening anyone.

MM: Sam can deal with a stalker. And we can too, okay?

There was a reason that Miles was a hero. Ganke wiped at his eyes and swallowed.

GL: okay. Thanks for doing that.

MM: 👍🏾

It took a few hours because Spidey and Deadpool had lives outside of being Spidey and Deadpool, but not so long that Ganke ran out of nails to chew.

Miles messaged him back and said that Spidey had read through everything and ‘escalated it.’ This meant that whatever he’d seen had caused him enough concern to take it to DP.

Miles said that he’d get back to Ganke with DP’s verdict as soon as he had it. In the meantime, he’d run the comments by the other Spideypeople and they thought that it most likely wasn’t malevolent but was maybe something to keep an eye on in the meantime. He tacked onto all, somewhat stiltedly, that he had a weird feeling all of the sudden. The pink Spidey’s tone had changed. She’d shut down and gone cagey, which allegedly wasn’t like her at all. Then she’d told the taller guy to DM her and they’d vanished from the chat. Miles wasn’t sure what was going on there or if maybe they knew something about stuff going on that he didn’t, but he wasn’t super comfortable with it.

GL: crossing my fingers its nothing?

MM: same man, same.

DP escalated it.

Ganke couldn’t stay still in his room. There was no comfortable place to sit or stand or lay. There was nothing to do that would make him stop thinking about everything.

MM: It’s gonna be fine, man, DD always knows what to do.

Miles kept saying that for every step of the way, and yet here they were. Double escalated. Ganke wasn’t so sure he even knew what was happening anymore.

That was scary. Miles was supposed to be part of the in-crowd.

MM: Wade doesn’t think it’s anything that can’t be nipped in the bud.

That was easy for a contract assassin to say, wasn’t it?

MM: he says that you and I are fine. Doesn’t see any links there. Waiting on DD for confirmation of tone.

Hurry up, Daredevil. Your apprentice’s life might be about to take a nosedive into a heap of trash.

Two hours. One text.

MM: >:/

Ganke couldn’t contain the bubble of laughter.

GL: good news?

MM: [image]

He opened it.

SC: HANNAH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. STOP BEING A BITCH ON MAIN

HC: You can’t tell me what to do

SC: I CAN

HC: Mom he’s being MEAN

SC: Mom she’s scaring children online

HC: I scare children everywhere I go why are these ones special???

SC: Because I said so

HC: that doesn’t fucking work Samuel you’re not her

SC: I am your older brother

SC: your ELDEST brother

HC: YOU AINT SHIT

SC: THEY DON’T COUNT

SC: HALFSIES COUNT

What.

MM: so.

MM: she’s not Muse.

MM: Red’s laughing his ass off at all of us for taking this to a level three

GL: wait I don’t understand

MM: Hannah is Sam’s little sister. She’s found a new hobby in our website.

Blindspot’s little sister was reading the comic??? Holy shit.

GL: she hates him?

MM: no I’ve been informed that they would literally commit murder for each other but this is how they express love.

No way. Siblings were wild.

GL: so we’re good?

MM: [image]

SC: apologize 🔪

HC: eat my ass

SC: apologize or else

HC: or else what? You gonna come in here and sit on me? Huh? Huh????

SC: I know your email password. All 3 you cycle through. What was his name? Uuuuuuuuuh Jing?

HC: you fucking bastard

SC: Hi Jing, it’s me, Hannah. I’ve been in mad crush with you since sophomore year. Please notice me senpai 😖

HC: Die

SC: kill me

HC: I will.

The giggles that came this time were a mix of relief and genuine intrigue. This lady read the comic every day. She took the time to scroll through pictures of her brother being an absolute lunatic and fighting with a huge monkey. Then she hopped into that comment box and took him—not Miles, not Ganke, specifically Blindspot--down a peg.

She must miss him a lot. Ganke wondered if this was her way of keeping him in her thoughts.

MM: I don’t think we’re getting a sorry, man. DD says Sam’s been at this all morning and has been tricked into apologizing himself twice

GL: so you’re saying that she’s an evil genius

MM: idk but she’s def Sam’s main nemesis. I always thought that older siblings got like, rights or something over younger ones, but idk anymore. Angel says this is normal.

GL: do you think she misses him?

Miles took a long time to respond.

MM: yeah

Yeah, Ganke thought so, too.

GL: should we change Guo tin’s brother’s name to ‘hamish?’

MM: ASDLDSDSFKdsjf

MM: one moment.

MM: sam says yes. Hannah says that she thinks our comic is shit and we need to draw everything uglier

GL: she’s kind of funny

MM: 👀perhaps she would like to be a consultant?

GL: 👀👀👀👀

MM: brb asking

MM: sam says no. Hannah says she’s got better things to do than proofread comics on the internet. She’s also not sorry. She wants that to be clear. DD says that the conversation has moved from English to Chinese and to maybe duck and cover for now. He says all is good tho. Thanks for checking in.

MM: Muse doesn’t use punctuation and talks in riddles, so if we get any of that, we’re supposed to send it to DP right away.

Oh, nice. That was a relief.

MM: oh

MM: sam wants to put us in a chat. Can I give him your number?

Uh, only if he wanted Ganke to hyperventilate.

GL: sure

[GL has been added to a Secure Chat]

It was a page of characters and emojis that were somehow more menacing than Ganke had ever seen them before. Miles popped a little waving hand into the fray, as though testing the waters, but the characters just carried on scrawling around it.

Ganke wasn’t quite sure what to do.

GL: hi? Are y’all okay?

There was finally a pause. Then a few shorter lines of characters. And then finally, Blindspot switched from Chinese to English.

SC: yes we’re FINE. We’re GREAT. Aren’t we, sibling from hell?

HC: who’re you? Why are you in our family chat? This is a family only zone, can’t you read?

SC: God Hannah he’s Korean don’t be a dick

HC: I can’t not be I learned it from you

SC: fair but pretend in the face of company

HC: okay fine. Hello losers.

MM: adksadfadsdfldfsldf

MM: hi

GL: hi?

SC: go on

HC: UGH

HC: fine

HC: I didn’t mean to shit talk your creation. Only my brother.

SC: also a sin, we’ll get to that later

HC: no one cares about you Samuel, stop spreading lies

SC: you first. We both know this is no lie, my white dad cares about me a whole lot

HC: well we can’t all have white dads now can we

SC: don’t be jealous

MM: lol you really call Matt your white dad??

HC: who is this person and how do they know our mutual parent’s name?

SC: this is not a mutual parent situation how many times have we been through this. He’s mine. Get your own.

MM: hi! 👋🏾I’m Bitsy! Spidey no. 4

GL: I’m his friend. He draws the comic. I write it.

HC: oh. nerd children x2

HC: anyways yeah Matt is our dad

SC: ffs

MM: he’s sort of dadly ig.

HC: ?? oho

SC: mind your face. Think about your face. Think about how much you like your face.

HC: little spider, did you not hear?

SC: kay everyone out. We’re done here

MM: hear what?

HC: lol Sammy you didn’t tell them about how Matthew Mcconaughey adopted you in all ways but paperwork?

Ganke held his phone away from his face as far as it would go.

MM: …wait are you for real?

SC: no. okay out.

HC: awwww Sammy so shy now. What are you embarrassed about? It’s cute.

SC: Hannah literally shut up I’m not playing

HC: damn okay sorry

MM: can I be honest?

SC: no

MM: I’m going to be anyways: I think we all sorta knew.

SC: …

HC: right?

SC: what does that even mean?

MM: idk, it just felt right, you know? You two are always fussing at each other and red lost his shit that time you got shot. He doesn’t treat you the way he treats the rest of us and we’re his teammates. He doesn’t even treat spidey like he treats you. So like, yeah. It fits.

MM: I’m really happy for you guys.

MM: is there a reason it’s a secret?

Ganke eased himself back down onto the mattress. This was real. This was like, actual, real information. Something that he and like, four other people in the world now knew.

He kind of wanted to forget it. It didn’t feel right to know.

SC: I dunno.

HC: if sam has an honest emotion towards anything he has to calculate its weight so he can make space for it in his collection of satellites.

MM: wh

SC: you’re so not funny.

HC: it’s called emotional repression, darling. It’s all the rage in this family.

MM: oh

MM: so that’s why you and Red get on so well

SC: HHHHHHH

HC: HA

SC: okay but listen his is different, I’ve only seen him cry at his wedding. I cry at least 4 times a week. Obviously under the bed, but that can’t be emotional repression. That’s expression. That’s clearly expression

HC: I can make the old man cry watch me

SC: please don’t I’ll die

MM: awwwww

SC: shut up it doesn’t even matter.

MM: AWWWWWW

SC: LEAVE ALREADY

MM: no I like it here. I want to hear you talk about how much you love your white dad

SC: I don’t. He loves me. I’m fine with this because it results in food, shelter, and continued employment.

HC: uh huh

SC: I’m using him

HC: yeah because you’re like the most manipulative person I know.

SC: thank you

HC: /sarcasm

SC: I know I ignored it.

MM: so wait why do you actually pretend like you hate him tho?

SC: wh

SC: what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just go on up for a cuddle? Have you met Matt? The second someone starts crying, he finds trash to take out to the bins. Hell no. Life is easier for everyone if I stab him with a stick and he kicks my ass in training. It’s fine.

HC: Sam is learning how to be a Manly Man. This is step one.

SC: I’m plenty manly

HC: you’re what mom imagined as manly

SC: which is perfect. That’s all I need.

HC: mama’s boy

SC: must suck to suck, no one’s kid.

Wow. Ganke had never been more glad that he didn’t have a sister.

GL: That’s kind of cool, though.

GL: that you and DD are close like that I mean.

GL: Its different from all the other mentor/mentee superheroes we see who like, sort of hate each other.

SC: wh

SC: OH. you mean Peter and Kate. Peter doesn’t actually hate Stark, fyi. And Kate calls Hawkeye the Old bi-weekly to make sure he’s still breathing. It’s actually pretty normal.

MM: he doesn’t mean like that Sam. I mean, like those guys don’t associate with their Olds now that they’re grown up and stuff, but you and DD stick together. It’s like you’re family.

MM: and that’s super cool. Idk if Spidey would ever consider me family. I don’t think he wants that for us.

SC: I?

SC: oh shit

HC: CLARITY ON THIS FINE DAY. What was your name again, tiny spider?

MM: miles

HC: PRAISE BE TO MILES

HC: AN EMOTION WAS HAD

SC: get fucked

HC: An epiphany was obtained!

SC: would you shut up

HC: Something has finally permeated that non-porous, two-inch thick skull of my esteemed eldest brother

SC: I’m your only brother

HC: you’re not

SC: they don’t fucking count

HC: now will you FINALLY invite our mutual dad to hotpot?

SC: Hannah he doesn’t want to come to hot pot we’ve talked about this. it’s too spicy for him.

HC: I’ll make it 1/3 less spicy

SC: that’s still too spicy

HC: I’ll make it 2/5 less spicy

SC: 3/5

HC: listen

HC: I have all this fucking equipment that SOMEONE left here callously

MM: what’s hotpot?

SC: 👀

HC: 👀

GL: 👀

SC: well fuck

HC: EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

GL: have we never taken you with us for hotpot???

MM: no?? is this the sticks?

HC: can be. Where do you live?

SC: Hannah no

HC: Hannah yes. We’ll make one here. You’ll make one there.

SC: do you know how much shit I’ll have to buy? Where are we gonna put it?

HC: this wouldn’t be a problem if you’d taken your goddamn inheritance with you to SF

SC: HHHHHH

MM: you guys are actually being serious?

HC: I am. I am here all on my lonesome. Abandoned by my only kin. I require enrichment.

SC: try doing your fucking homework

HC: did anyone hear something?

MM: lololololol I like you

HC: 😊

SC: wh

SC: oh no. No no no.

SC: you two don’t get to be friends

HC: come here bb pspspspspspsps

MM: I’m here

HC: got ‘im. Let’s have hotpot. Sammy send me resippy. We’ll do it together over video so I don’t fuck it up.

SC: I’ve got to go. This has been traumatizing.

HC: byeeeeeeeeeeee

HC: is he gone? Hell yeah, he’s gone.

HC: hey thanks for making that comic thing. It’s hella rad. He loves it. Mom used to call him Monkey when he was little.

GL: omg aw

HC: ikr? P cute. He misses her a lot so I think it brought back good memories. Anyways, I’m actually going to make hotpot. Come over and have some with me, it’s more fun with more people.

MM: you’re not joking

HC: nope, it’s been ages since your whole team has gotten together, right? Ask them to do it. I’m a shit cook, but Sam’ll show us how not to screw it up. And he’s playin’, he’s totally down to hang out with us. We never had more than three people. It’ll be new. Exciting. Enriching even.

MM: are you secretly a nice person, Hannah?

HC: the fuck do you mean ‘secret’??? I’m a delight.

MM: Okay I’ll ask the team and my mom

MM: ganke?

HC: 👀

That—

Sounded kind of nice?

GL: I’ll ask my mom.

HC: nice. You can tell them that it’s a friends dinner or whatever. Idc. I promise I’m not going to kidnap and murder you. I’ve got like, class and work and shit. I don’t have time for that.

MM: 👍🏾

GL: 👍🏼

HC: great here I’ll message you my number. This is legit our sibs chat so Sam’ll freak if you’re still here when he gets back.

MM: thank you! And sorry for thinking you were muse!!

GL: yeah that too

HC: lol np ttyl

That…had really just happened, hadn’t it?

Ganke needed to sit down even though he was already sitting down.

GL: they’re so nice???

MM: ikr?

GL: are you actually going to ask your mom?

MM: Im gonna ask BT if its cool first. Then yeah. Why not? Our team really hasn’t gotten together in a minute. Everyone’s been super busy. It would be a nice change of pace, and if everyone brings smth then Hannah doesn’t have to pay for anything.

MM: ah, Sam says it’s okay. He says sorry his sister is weird and that he’ll make sure she doesn’t poison us.

GL: I kind of love her

MM: same

MM: okay will check in with the others. Talk to you later.

GL: yeah see you later

Damn, at this rate, Ganke’s family was going to triple in size, and all thanks to a comic.

Before he left for downstairs, he made a note to make Guo tin’s brother snarkier.

#fic #inimitable verse #blindspot #samuel chung #miles morales #ganke lee

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bookofmirth · 3 years

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Hey Lele, how it was like to watch Moriel sink? You used to ship it, right? Do you remember what were you thinking to be the problem so Azriel and Mor couldn't be together for 500 years?

See, I was thinking here; it doesn't seem... well planned to Mor be a queer character, but when I think the possibility of Moriel being together and what would be the obstacle to put them apart, I can't think of anything but Mor being queer 😭 (Azriel being a "pau mole" is too incel for me to accept). What the hell was SJM planning, why did she throw Mor in such an awful and disgusting situation/story?

Oh boy, Maria. It was an experience. Let me take y'all back, all the way back to spring of 2017...

Actually let's go further back, to fall 2016. There were four major ships that were assumed to be canon when I joined: feysand, nessian, elucien, and moriel. This was months after acomaf had come out. They were accepted. Even though 3/4 of them hadn't happened, everyone pretty much assumed that they all would. There was no discourse on the topic. Just fanfic, fan art, headcanons, and memes. People may have disliked one character or preferred one ship, but that's just what we all thought.

Then certain portions of the fandom decided that they disliked Mor, and that they disliked Lucien, and that Azriel was actually a sad soft boi. They created this monster we currently know. This is beside the point, I just thought I would throw it in. This was a good six months after acomaf had come out, so people were just bored and overthinking and decided to re-examine the evidence we'd had for months.

So, when acowar came out, it was a MESS. It was a very different mess than the current mess we have right now. It was the kind of mess that caused a huge portion of the fandom to leave. Some of the major discourse around acowar was:

Mor's coming out - was it planned? Was it done well? Is she a lesbian or is she bisexual?

Moriel - was it planned? What was the purpose of all the longing looks and Feyre saying Azriel would be in love with her until the stars... something darkness... the sky? idk, it was a big quote at the time.

Azriel - how do we view his character now that we know that he should know Mor is queer? How can we see him now without thinking he's a total creep who just can't move on? If he loved Mor so much, how could he have made her scared in that High Lord meeting, and how could have participate in the ambush with Keir and Eris without telling her?

The IC - how could they have not known Mor is queer???

I think it's worth pointing out that these are still questions we can't answer and people wonder about. I honestly don't think that, 1.5 books later, I could answer any of those questions with confidence. That makes the Mor and Az choices in acowar half-assed, to me.

Pair this with other things that happened in acowar, such as the retcon of Helion being Lucien's father, and what we have is basically a clusterfuck of a book where sjm decided to change a whole lot of her earlier plans in order to set up something new. She decided on elucien last minute in acomaf, in her FB post she talks about that being a surprise and how Elain was someone Lucien wouldn't expect. Similarly to how Nesta and Cassian were in the same room and bam, that was done. I suspect that's why she made Helion Lucien's father - Lucien being the heir of the Day Court would allow Elain to live in a place where she would fit right in. (Also, the heavy imagery of Elain needing light in acowar, to be outside.) But again, that was something that came after the fact.

I think that Mor being queer was not planned ahead of time. I think that perhaps Azriel's characterization of clinging to inappropriate or unavailable women was consistent from acomaf on, but that Mor being queer was a way to "excuse" his behavior. Like you said, it's an easy explanation for them to not be together. And I hate it.

When moriel was still one of the major ships, why they hadn't gotten together yet was one of the major questions we all grappled with.

I will also point out that the conversations we had about moriel are the same conversations that are currently being had about e*riel. There are no true obstacles to it happening, so why hasn't it? Especially if, as e*riels claim, it has been building for 4 books? What has stopped Elain from dealing with the bond, if she actually wants Az? Has nothing truly happened between them in all this time? If they feel so strongly for one another, how is it possible that nothing has ever happened??? Moriel shippers had some very similar questions. I'm sure that some highly motivated soul can find some of those posts from back in the day on my blog because I've never deleted any of it. All that moriel discourse still exists.

But anyway, we know how that turned out.

At the time, moriel pining seemed romantic. Now, it's just a pattern with Az. Now, we have his behavior towards Mor in acowar and Elain in acosf reinforcing that pattern and the fact that it's not healthy.

#antielriel #acotar #acomaf #fandom lore #the maria tag #ask #ask me stuff #morrigan #elain #lucien #acowar #moriel #elucien

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johnsamericano · 3 years

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“Darling.” l.t.y

Pairing: mafia!Taeyong x journalist!reader

Genre: fluff (Taeyong’s a really soft boi), angst, (not kinky) smut

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, minor character death, sex, I think that’s it.

Summary: Your boss asks you to write an insight on the mafia gang that’s been causing so many deaths recently. But you don’t expect the leader to be so...different.

Word count: idk but it’s ✨long✨

A/n: I hope you like it 😌

“Yes, boss?” You peeked through the door of your boss’s office.

“Sit down, please.” He removed his glasses, gently massaging his nose bridge afterwards. “How long have you been working with us, y/n?”

“Five months, sir.”

“Do you like working here?” It suddenly sounded like he was about to fire you.

“Yes, very much.” You squeezed your hands nervously. “Have I done something wrong, sir?”

“Not at all, your work is pretty good for a rookie.” His gaze on you was intense. “That’s why I have a special job for you.” Your eyes lit up. You weren’t getting fired and that was a relief.

“I’m sure you’re aware about the recent murders around this area.” You nodded. “After exhaustive research, we’ve found the culprit.” That was good news, yet he seemed so serious.

“Have you told the police?”

“Oh I’m sure they know.” He smirked sarcastically, his mustache making contact with his wide nose. “But they won’t do anything, we’re dealing with a mafia gang after all.”

“Wait, what?” You lived in a small town were everyone knew each other. It was shocking enough to find out that a killer was in town, but mafia? That wasn’t possible. “Are you sure about this?”

“Of course I am.” He said as cocky as ever. “I’ve worked in this industry for more than thirty years, I have my ways of getting information.”

“So what are you gonna do about it?”

“I’m not gonna do shit. You are.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “I want you to find a way into the gang, get me as much information as you can and return.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

“You don’t have a say in this, y/n. Either you get information or you can pack your things, it won’t be hard to find a replacement for you.” He knew you wouldn’t risk losing your job, being a journalist meant everything to you.

“Is there a deadline?”

“We’ll discuss about that as soon as you find a way in. I’ll make sure all your personal information is well protected.” He smiled, satisfied with your answer. “You may leave now, miss y/n.” You bowed before exiting the office, kicking the plant pot by the door on your way out. One of your superiors approached you as you sat down at your small cubicle.

“What did he want?” He sat down on your desk as usual. The first few times you were afraid it’d break, but it turned out to be pretty resistant.

“He wants me to go on a suicidal mission.” You hid your face behind the palms of your hands. “And I had to say yes to keep my job.”

“The whole office turned him down, I guess he knew you wouldn’t.” He rubbed your back affectionately. “I’m sorry, I should’ve done it myself.”

“Don’t worry Jaemin, let’s just hope I don’t get myself killed.”

(...)

Three weeks. Three weeks you’d been visiting the same coffee shop in an attempt to meet the leader. But he never came, maybe your boss had the wrong information. Nevertheless, you didn’t give up. Sitting at the same spot from 9:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., waiting for something to happen. There was usually no one there since the recent murders had happened nearby.

One day you stayed for a couple more hours, completely immersed in your work. That’s when you saw him. A man surrounded by at least ten men in suits. He was wearing sunglasses even though the sun had hidden a long time ago. His hair was silver, carefully slicked back, revealing his multiple ear piercings. You wrote exactly what he looked like as you peeked through the window, too afraid to take a picture of him. He soon dissapeared through an alley with his bodyguards following closely. You closed your laptop and packed it into your yellow backpack, calling a cab to take you back to your office. Your boss was still there, checking some of the notes your coworkers had written.

“I found him!” You bursted into his office, your journal wide open in front of his face.

“Did you get in?” He remained unfazed.

“No, but-”

“Then you shouldn’t be celebrating.” You internally screamed before going back home. You stayed up all night trying to come up with a plan to approach him without getting beaten up by his bodyguards. But nothing seemed like a good excuse to talk to the leader. You ended up going back to the coffee shop with no ideas and three hours of sleep.

After three cups of espresso, you were finally awake and ready to go back to working on one of your notes. The lady who ran the shop was always nice to you, bringing you some free cupcakes from time to time.

“I’m just grateful to have a client, that’s all.” You almost felt bad for her. The leader was nowhere to be seen, and you honestly wanted to go home as soon as possible. So you packed your stuff and waved goodbye the old lady as usual. You received a call from Jaemin on your way to the bus stop.

“Any good news?”

“Well, I saw him yesterday. But apart from that, nothing.” You bumped into someone. “Sorry.” You looked up, only to find yourself in front of the man you’d wanted to meet for the past few weeks.

He was smirking the slightest, looking down at you while his bodyguards slightly pushed you away from him, using their arms to keep you at a safe distance.

“It’s okay, boys.”

“I’ll call you later Jaemin.” You hung up, your hands shaking.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing at such a dangerous place?” He pushed his bodyguards to the side.

“I-I like the coffee shop back there.” You tried to sound as confident as possible.

“I see.” He smiled before removing his dark sunglasses, revealing a pair of cute doe eyes. Definitely not what you were expecting. “What’s your name, darling?”

‘Should I give him a fake name? No, he’d probably find out. But what if he does a background check on me and finds out I’m a journalist?’ You stared at him with wide eyes while you sorted out your options.

“I’m y/n.” You extended your hand, earning a collective gasp from the men surrounding you. “What’s your name?”

“There’s no need for you to know it.” He shook your hand with a wide smile. “Do you need a ride home?”

It’d be a terrific opportunity to get some information, but then again, he was a stranger. An extremely dangerous stranger. What if he kidnapped you and sold your organs in the black market? Your mom didn’t raise an idiot.

“I appreciate the offer, sir. But I rather take the bus. Good night.”

‘What an interesting little thing.’ Taeyong thought as you walked away.

He spent the next few days trying to gather information about you, but he couldn’t find anything, not even your age or last name. It was frustrating.

You, on the other side, decided not to tell anything to your boss until you had some solid information. That meant going back to the coffee shop.

The lady greeted you cheerfully as always. Your legs found their way to your usual spot by the window.

The day went by slowly, nothing new happened except for the fact that the lady gave you cookies instead of a cupcake this time.

The little bell on the door rang, announcing a new client. Out of pure curiosity, you lifted your gaze from the laptop. A gasp escaped your mouth as you saw the gang leader greet the lady and approach you with a wide smile.

He was wearing his usual sunglasses, but instead of his formal clothing, he was wearing a grey sweatshirt with jeans. He almost looked normal.

“Good evening, darling.”

“Hi.” Was the only answer that came out from your mouth. He never entered the shop, was it because of you?

“Can I take a seat?” You nodded.

He removed his glasses as soon as he was sitting comfortably on the wooden chair. It was amazing how fast he could go from looking like an intimidating man to a fluff ball. ‘Maybe he wears the glasses to look less cute. Yeah, I should probably write that down on my journal later.’ Conversations with yourself were now a habit since you didn’t have any coworker to talk with.

“So, y/n. How old are you?” The atmosphere seemed somehow more intimate now that he’d said your name.

“There’s no need for you to know it.” You replied, quoting his words from last night.

“Witty, I like it.” He laced his fingers, supporting his chin on them as he spoke. “No one has ever talked to me like that.”

He didn’t seem upset, which encouraged you to keep talking.

“I’ll make you an offer.” You closed your laptop, putting any distractions aside. “I’ll answer your questions as long as you answer mine. Deal?”

Taeyong was once again impressed with your boldness.

“Alright, deal.” He softly smiled, waiting for you to talk first.

“What’s your name?”

“Taeyong.” You nodded, repeating it inside your head so you wouldn’t forget it. “How old are you?”

“I’m 23. And you?”

“25. Where were you born?”

You answered to each other’s questions, careful not to give away to much information.

“What’s your job?”

“Let’s say I’m a businessman.” Well that was specific. “What about you?”

“Let’s say I’m a writer.” The screen of your phone lit up as you received a message from Jaemin.

‘How’s your mission going?’ You quickly grabbed the device, afraid that Taeyong would ask you about it. But he was busy looking at your face, appreciating every little detail. From the mole under your right eye to the tiniest pores in your skin.

You quickly typed ‘ttyl’ and turned off the phone, preventing any future messages from your coworker.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Your breath hitched.

“We met yesterday.”

“But I like you.”

“Uhm, it’s getting late, I better get going.” You smiled awkwardly before exiting the small building.

(...)

“Are you stupid?” Your boss spat out with a seemingly calm voice. “This could’ve been our chance.”

“I’m sorry, sir. But my safety comes first.”

“If he wanted to harm you he would’ve done it from the moment he met you.” He had a point. “You better find him again or you can bid goodbye your precious job.”

After your little “meeting” with your boss, you threw up at the nearest bathroom, pushing aside everyone who got on your way.

It happened every time you were under stress, and frankly, you hated it. You just wanted to quit your job, but it’d be hard for a rookie journalist like you to get a nice job.

“Maybe you should take a self defense course or something.” Jaemin mentioned while trying to cheer you up, sitting outside of the convenience store near your office.

“Maybe I should buy a weapon. A taser for example.” You sipped on your strawberry milk, the sweet flavor filling your mouth. Your head found it’s way to Jaemin’s shoulder, using it as a pillow.

A loud ‘bing’ interrupted your peaceful moment. You prayed it wasn’t your boss again.

‘I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, darling.’ Your first instinct was to look around, searching for Taeyong. But he was nowhere to be found.

‘Where are you?’

‘I’m right in front of you, darling.’ Indeed, he was looking at you from the back seat of his armored car, smiling cockily while pushing his sunglasses further down his nose bridge. ‘Why don’t you come join me?’

“You look like you’ve just seen your grandmother’s ghost.” Jaemin muttered while looking at you.

“He’s here, Jaems. I need to go.” He nodded comprehensively before you got up from the rusty metal bench you were sitting on. You walked towards his van with both of your hands inside your pockets, regretting not having worn a pair of gloves in the morning.

“Hop in.”

“How did you get my number?” You asked, facing him from the other side of the door.

“Get in and I’ll answer all of your questions. Deal?” That cocky smile of his was starting to annoy the shit out of you.

“Fine.” You walked around the vehicle to reach for the opposite door, smoothly sliding into it. The scent of his cologne filled the wide space. “How did you get my number?”

“Take us to the coffee shop on the 5th Avenue.” You moved uncomfortably on the cold leather seat. “Do you want me to turn the heater on?”

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“I have my ways of getting information, darling. But I must admit, it was hard for me to find anything about you.” He spoke as he pressed a button to turn your seat’s heater on. “Better?”

“Thank you.” You were worried he might have discovered about your job, but judging by the fact that he was smiling so sincerely to you, he probably hadn’t. “Why are we going to the coffee shop?”

“I just want to spend some time with you, that’s all.”

“But I didn’t agree to it.” The smile on his lips dropped, discouraged by the possibility of you not wanting to be with him.

“Sorry, we can stop the car if you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’ll go. But just so you know, I always carry pepper spray with me.” He laughed. It was such a unique and contagious laugh that you couldn’t help but to smile. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, it’s just that no one had ever talked to me like that.” You nodded while tucking your hands under your legs, attempting to defrost your fingers. “Give me your hands.” You reluctantly extended them. He removed his own gloves to put them on you.

“But your hands are gonna be cold.”

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

You would’ve never expected for a gang leader to be so...kind. He helped you down the car, pulling one of your hands into his pocket.

“Is this okay?” How could you say no to such an adorable face? You nodded, feeling his long fingers tracing patterns over the wool glove. “Is it weird that I’ve fallen for you in such a short amount of time?” He’d never had such feelings before, it felt like the butterflies in his stomach would come flying out of his mouth at any moment.

“Yes, it is a bit odd.” You let him hold your hand, somehow comforted by his warmth. “But everything about you seems to be odd, so it’s okay I guess.”

“So I guess you wouldn’t mind if I asked you on a date again?” You suddenly recalled the conversation with your boss. You had to accept this time.

“I suppose we can have a date.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel attracted to Taeyong. Maybe it was his laugh, or the way his doe eyes would sparkle every time he’d look at you. But your work came first, and you were close to getting useful information from him.

“So, where are you from?” He asked, his chin resting on his palm. You’d noticed it was a habit of his to adopt said position when questioning you.

“That’s a secret.” A secret you had to protect with your life if you didn’t want him to know your identity.

“Fair enough.”

(...)

It had been a month since you started “officially” dating Taeyong. He seemed like a normal guy, which often made you question if your boss hadn’t mistaken his identity. But it was on your month anniversary that you discovered your boss was damn right.

“Welcome to my house.” ‘Welcome to my house? More like welcome to my palace.’

“This looks like the palace of Versailles.” You whispered, mesmerized with the ethereal paintings on the ceilings. “Your house looks familiar.” You hummed.

“You like it?” He hugged your waist with one arm, taking your chin between his fingers and forcing you to look at him.

“I mean, sure. It’s amazing.” He chuckled, leaning in to kiss your lips before you abruptly escaped his embrace. Taeyong couldn’t help but to sigh, he wanted to taste your pretty lips so bad, but you’d always find an excuse to avoid him. You walked down the hallway, admiring the paintings hung up on his wall, until you saw a picture of him. An elegant, blonde woman standing at one of his sides, while at the opposite side, a well known man stood.

“Mr. Lee?” You asked to yourself. You’d once written a note on him and his empire, he was one of your boss’s acquaintances.

“Oh, you know my dad?” You felt like fainting due to the excitement, you finally had valuable information.

“The whole city knows your dad.”

“I guess so.” He shrugged before pulling your arm. “Let’s continue with my house tour.” The mansion had at least twenty bedrooms, all of them the size of you apartment to say the least. But the most impressive room, by far, was Taeyong’s room.

“It used to be my parents’ room, but since they moved out I’ve taken it for myself.” He laid down on the bed, tapping his extended arm for you to lay on. “Don’t be shy.” You reluctantly let your body sink into the softness of the matress, Taeyong’s arms cuddling you while he whispers ‘I love you’, hoping you’ll say it back. But you don’t.

“It’s okay, darling. I’m a patient man.” He’d always say.

“Boss, we’ve got an-” A tall man entered the room, cutting himself of as he saw your figures.

“What did I say about knocking the door, John?” His harsh voice tone caused your eyebrows to furrow.

“I’m sorry, boss. But this is urgent.” You tried to remember every single word they said, hoping you’d be able to write them in your journal later.

“Fine.” He scoffed, turning his head to you and pecking your nose. “I’ll be back soon, baby. Don’t leave the room, just call the butler through that phone if you need anything.” The man in front of you seemed extremely confused with the situation, not being used to see his boss in a soft mood. “Let’s go.”

As soon as the door was closed, Taeyong spoke.

“She’s my girlfriend, I don’t want any of you around her. Am I clear?”

“Yes, boss. But if you allow me, how can we assure she isn’t trying to get information?” Taeyong grabbed him by the collar, his true personality making an appearance.

“If you ever bath mouth my girlfriend again I’ll cut your tongue.” Johnny knew he was damn capable of doing it, so he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. “What’s the emergency you were talking about?” The grip on his shirt loosened, resuming their walk to the stairs.

“We found one of Nakamoto’s rats snooping around. He’s in the basement.” Taeyong nodded. “What should we do with him?”

“Maybe we should send his boss a little gift.” That little smirk was one of Johnny’s worst nightmares, it meant something extremely bloody was about to happen. They reached the ground floor, walked towards the kitchen where the fridge had been moved, revealing a hidden metallic door. You, on the other side, used your time to text Jaemin. ‘I’m in. Meet me tomorrow morning at our secret spot.’ To which he responded with a smiley face. By secret spot you meant the convenience store in front of your office.

You placed your head close to the wooden door, patiently waiting to hear footsteps or any sound at all. But even after ten minutes, there was nothing. So you carefully opened the door, pepper spray on your right hand while you peeked through a small opening. After making sure no one was close, you fully exited the bedroom, ready to explore your surroundings. That was until you heard a loud thud coming from the ground floor.

“Huh?” You feet moved by themselves, going down the stairs careful not to make any sound. You walked towards the sound, which became louder with every step you took. It wasn’t long till you found yourself in front of the big metallic door, the weird noises coming from inside giving you goosebumps. The door creaked under your palm as you pushed it open, the sounds of muffled screams now getting clearer. Your opposite hand gripped the small pepper spray, your thumb ready to press the button in case of emergency.

“What should we send to Mr. Nakamoto? Maybe one of your fingers? An ear? Oh, I know. Your head will be the perfect gift, don’t you think?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” A hand grabbed your shoulder, making you jolt and fall down the remaining steps.

“A-ah.” You winced, your eyes shut tightly due to the pain.

“Y/n.” He dropped the knife he was holding, immediately running up to your curled up body. “I’m gonna kill you if something happens to her, Johnny.”

“How is this my fault? You told her to stay in the bedroom!” Taeyong gave him a warning look before he lifted your body. Carrying it all the way upstairs before you could catch a glimpse of the situation downstairs.

“Why did you come out? Something bad could’ve happened.” He wasn’t angry, more like extremely concerned.

“What was going on there? Why do you have a secret door?”

“Let’s take care of your wounds first. I promise to tell you everything later.”

Taeyong kept his promise, applying antiseptic on your open wounds while he told you every detail about his job.

“My father used to run this business, his real estate company was just an easy way to cover it. He retired a few years ago, that’s when I took over. But it wasn’t until five months ago he gave me complete freedom to do whatever I pleased.” He placed a band aid over one of your small scratches, kissing the wound gently afterwards. “We deliver packages mainly on the alley near that coffee shop you like.” You faked surprise.

“So all those dead bodies...that was you?” You were uncapable of hiding the fear you felt. You knew the truth all along, but hearing it from his own mouth was a different story.

“Yes. Most of them were part of rival gangs, trying to get information from our business.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. “Will you still like me after this?” You wanted to say it was because of your job that you wanted to stay with him. But part of you knew that wasn’t the only reason.

“Yes.” You reached for his hand. Taeyong was taken aback, you were never one to start physical contact. “But you can’t keep secrets from me anymore. You need to be honest with me.” Said the woman who’d been lying to him since you met.

“I will be. Just promise you’ll never leave me.” He pulled you into a hug, smelling the lavender scent from your shampoo. That scent that made him feel so calm.

“I promise.” For now, at least. You still didn’t have enough information to go back to you boss. You let yourself get caught in the moment, sliding your hands up his back and hugging him as well.

“I love you.” He said again, hoping this time you’d say it back.

“I know.”

Taeyong sighed before loosening his embrace.

“I need to go downstairs to check up on some stuff.” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, admiring your beautiful doll-like face. “Please, stay in the room.”

“Are you gonna...kill him?”

“He saw your face. If we let him go you’ll be in danger, and I can’t let that happen, darling.” He pecked your forehead. “I’ll be back, soon.”

A man was about to lose his life because of you. The thought kept haunting you even after Taeyong went downstairs, making sure to send some of his men to guard the bedroom door. You cuddled into the bedsheets, trying to get rid of your concerns. But nothing worked, your mind creating all sorts of wicked scenarios of that man getting killed.

‘Why did the boss have to choose me?’

“Y/n.” A hand rubbed on your shoulder. “It’s getting late. Come on, I’ll take you home.” You shook your head, not wanting to be alone at the moment. “What’s wrong babe?”

“Can I stay for the night?” Taeyong frowned at first, but then proceeded to kiss your cheek while combing your hair with his fingers.

“You can stay as long as you want, darling.” He went straight to his wardrobe, retrieving a pair of sweats and a hoodie. “It gets a little chilly in here after midnight. I’ll be in the room across the hall in case you need anything.” You held onto his hand tightly, stopping him from taking anymore steps away from you.

“W-wait.” The whole purpose of staying at his house was because you didn’t want to be alone. “Aren’t you gonna stay with me?”

“Do you want me to?” First, a hug from you, and now this. Taeyong’s day was definitely getting better and better.

“Yes.”

You both changed into more comfortable clothes. His baby blue hoodie smelled just like him, like a weird mixture of lavender and lemon. You laid down facing him, his arms wrapped around your waist as he waited for the right moment to speak. Your eyes examines every single part of his face. The scar beside his right eye caught your attention.

“How did you get this?” You fingers gently touched the damaged skin. “A fight with one of your rivals?”

“Actually.” He smiled. “I used to have atopy as a kid.” You’d expected a more dramatic answer.

“Oh.” You nodded, coming closer to his face to take a better look at the scar. “I think it’s cute.” Unconsciously, you pecked it.

“I think you’re cute.” He hugged your waist tighter, pulling you closer to his body. “Can I kiss you?” You nodded, gaze fixated on the way his soft lips would move every time he speaked. He was slow at first, making sure the kiss was something you wanted as well. But the moment your lips started moving against his, all his self control dissapeared.

“I love you.” He repeated for what seemed the hundredth time in the day. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Maybe you were just to caught up in the moment, that’s what you so desperately wanted to believe.

Taeyong smiled against your lips, sliding his hand down to grab a handful of your ass.

“Can you show me how much?” He grinded against your core, stealing a gasp from you.

“Taeyong.” How heavenly his name sounded in your lips. “I want you.”

“I know baby.” He slid your his sweats down as well as your underwear, sneaking a hand between your bodies to caress your lower lips. “I’ve been waiting for so long to show you just how much I love you.” You moaned as two of his long fingers entered you, curling them to reach for your sweet spot.

“I feel l-like I’m the only one receiving something here.” You held onto his silver locks.

“Shhh.” He peppered kisses all over your face as his pace increased. “Let me make you feel good, okay?” Your high came faster and more intense than usual. Taeyong cooed at you, retrieving his fingers to pull down his own sweats

“I’m on the pill, you don’t have to wear a condom.” He nodded, pushing his member through your tight hole as carefully as he could. He helped you to lay on your back, thrusting slowly into you while lacing your fingers together. Taeyong was ashamed to confess he was about to come after a few seconds of being inside you, but your hole clenched around him so deliciously that he couldn’t help it.

“I’m close.” He whispered as his lips made their way to your neck, sucking a mark on the soft skin.

“Me too.” You hugged his bare hips with your legs, feeling another huge wave of pleasure wash over your whole body. “Tae.” He shot his seed deep inside of you. He was about to pull out, but your embrace forced him to stay inside of you, his weight crushing you as he completely laid down on your small body.

“Do you want to stay like this?”

“You said it get’s chilly after midnight, and you’re pretty warm.” He couldn’t help but to smile, skillfully turning your bodies around so you were laying on top of him.

“Good night, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Good night, Tae. I love you too.” His heart swelled with affection as he drifted to sleep with you between his arms.

(...)

“You look so dumb right now.” Jaemin said as he looked at your pink, strawberry sweater. You sat in front of the convenience store you’d usually meet in.

“Shut up, Taeyong bought it for me on our five month anniversary, it was yesterday.” You smiled fondly at the fabric protecting you from the cold weather. “He’s really sweet.”

“The boss has been asking for you.” You felt like vomiting. “I think it’s time for you to come back to the office, we both know you have more than enough information.”

“I can’t do that to Taeyong, Jaemin.” You shook your head, tapping your shoes against the ground. “I’m gonna give the boss my letter of resignation today.”

“But you love your job.” He shook his head before you could even speak. “If you say something cheesy like ‘I love him more’ I’ll punch you.”

“I’m sorry.” You grabbed his hand. “I hope we can still be friends.”

“Of course we can.” He hugged your shoulders. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the building.”

Your boss wasn’t at his office, some of your coworkers said he went out for lunch. It was easier for you to just leave the letter without having to deal with his scolding. You said one last goodbye to everyone before exiting the building. You didn’t expect to find Taeyong outside of the building, waiting for you with a small frown.

“What are you doing here?” He said with a small hint of anger in his voice. “Isn’t this the place where that local newspaper is printed?”

“T-tae, I was just-”

“Fucking liar.” He clenched his jaw. “Get in the car, now.” Tears streamed down your face as you entered the vehicle. “Crying won’t save you from anything, darling. You know what we do to traitors like you?” You shook your head, trying to get him to make eye contact with you. “You’ll find out.”

“Let me explain, please.” You sobbed. “I didn’t tell them anything, I just quit my job.”

“I don’t believe you.” He looked at you, your eyes getting red from crying and your small hands gripping the soft fabric of your sweater.

Despite knowing the truth about you, all he wanted to do was to hug you, to tell you everything was fine. But he couldn’t. The trip to his house was filled with your pleads, begging him to believe you. Taeyong felt like his heart was getting stabbed everytime he’d hear you sob.

“Shut your fucking mouth before I cut your tongue off.” Your breath hitched. You sat still, afraid to make any move. It wasn’t until you felt a tug on your sweater you realized you’d arrived to your destination.

“Miss, you need to come down.” You nodded, taking a deep breath before exiting the vehicle.

The driver guided you all the way to the hidden basement, which you’d only seen once. Taeyong wasn’t there, but Johnny was. He had a pair of black latex gloves and stood in front of a large wooden chair. It looked like the ones used to execute people.

“Take a sit, y/n.” His usual grin was gone as he talked. You had no other option but to do as he said, tensing up as he restrained your wrists and legs.

“Johnny?” He hummed. “Is Taeyong alright?” He laughed bitterly.

“You’re worried about him right now? I’m impressed.” The blade of his sharp knife traced the skin of your jawline. “You should worry about yourself.” He pressed the cold metal harder against you, making you whince. He removed the blade from your neck, letting the thick, red liquid roll down from your wound to stain your pretty sweater.

“Taeyong didn’t give me any instructions on what to do with you.” He took a few steps back, leaving the knife in a metal table. He picked up a metal rod instead. “But I’m guessing he doesn’t want you dead.” He played nervously with the object. “I’m sorry, y/n.” He said before beating your ribs with it. The scream that came out from your lips didn’t even sound like yours.

He kept hitting you with the rod at least ten more times before stopping. His features were filled with regret, but his job wasn’t done yet. His new target was your right hand, you begged for him to stop, but he didn’t.

Before the object could touch your hand, a loud gunshot interrupted him, followed by steps coming down to your location.

“We need your help John, it’s Nakamoto.” He dropped the rod. “They’re too many.”

“I’m coming.” He kneeled down in front of you. “I need you to stay quiet if you don’t want to get killed.” But you couldn’t help the small whines coming out of your mouth, even breathing hurt at this point. “I’m really sorry.”

You were left alone in the room, trying your best to keep quiet, but the pain in your ribs was piercing. All you wanted to do was to curl up and cry.

“There’s someone inside.” You heard a manly voice whisper, immediately followed by more gunshots and steps.

“Oh my god, you’re fine.” Taeyong found you, still tied up to the chair and quietly crying. He released you, pulling your arm to help you stand up, earning a loud whine from you. “What is it?”

“M-my ribs.” You hugged yourself slightly, attempting to ease the piercing pain.

“Let me see.” He removed your arms, lifting your sweater to reveal the purple skin. You weren’t able to see your injuries, but Taeyong assured you it was fine. “You’re alright, I need you to stand up for me, okay?”

“Taeyong, I’m sorry.” You kept muttering. “I’m so sorry.”

“If you’re really sorry then come with me.” You summoned all of your remaining strength to get your legs to work, walking as fast as you could.

You found yourself in front of a man on your way out. He didn’t look like one of Taeyong’s gang members. He pulled out a gun, pointing it directly at Taeyong, but you were faster than him, embracing him as you felt something impact on your back. Taeyong pulled out his own gun, quickly shooting the other male.

“Y/n.” He held you between his arms as he tried to stop the bleeding in your right shoulder, relieved the bullet hadn’t reached any of your vital organs. “I know it hurts, baby, but you need to keep walking for me, okay?”

“I can’t.” Your knees gave in and Taeyong had no other option but to carry you. He successfully walked across the battlefield and reached for his car, only to be pulled down by someone else. You rolled out of his arms, your ribs making contact with the hard concrete and making you scream in pain.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Taeyong and his sweet little girlfriend.” A man with weird accent said before grabbing your boyfriend by the collar. “I wanted to say that I personally disliked your gift. But I thought, maybe I could return the favor by sending your head to your father. I bet he’d really love that.”

“Run, y/n.”

“Awww, how sweet of you.” The man grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing his head back. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her after I finish with you. The boys have been really stressed this past few weeks. I bet she’d be a really nice fuck doll.”

“Don’t you dare, Yuta.” He tried to pull out his gun, but his rival easily snatched it away from him, carelessly throwing it near you. He pulled out a knife from his pocket, placing it directly over Taeyong’s neck. You dragged yourself to reach for the weapon, still completely unnoticed by Yuta.

“You should say goodbye to your-” A bullet pierced through his chest, blood splattering all over Taeyong’s face. The man’s limp body fell backwards, revealing Johnny holding a gun right behind him. Taeyong turned to you, an arm extended while your fingers grazed at the weapon. Blood was still leaking from your wound.

“Darling.” He quickly got up, taking you between his arms once again. “I need to take her to the hospital.”

“Don’t worry, we got the situation under control.” Taeyong nodded before laying you down over the backseats of his car.

He drove as fast as he could, exceeding the speed limits and earning a few honks from nearby cars. But it was all worth it when he saw the nurses taking you into the operation room to heal your wounds.

(...)

“She’s waking up.” Someone whispered while your eyes fluttered open, the bright sunlight forcing you to close them again.

“Darling?” Taeyong held onto your hand tightly. “Are you okay?”

You hummed, attempting to open your eyes again, this time catching a glimpse of a red eyed Taeyong right beside your bed.

“Tae?” He let out a relieved sigh, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss right afterwards.

“You’re alright now baby, you’re safe with me.”

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