#look how much he grow up since then T_T

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of what you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

[hxjikonn]

Hello~! May i request comfort Trey, Jade, Jamil and Silver react with only child reader who said to them "It would be nice if I had an older brother like you!" cuz they feel sooo lonely grow-up alone with parents rarely have time for them T_T

A/N: Hi!! This is such a cute prompt! I made this a platonic!reaction and the the reader is GN! Btw ^^ thx for requesting!

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Safe with me

☆Staring☆: Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper and Silver

Synopsis: The boys’ reaction to an only child reader who’s never felt the feeling of being protected and cared for because they’ve been alone most of their lives. (GN!Reader)

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Trey Clover

You were watching and helping him bake, while he told you stories of his little siblings. You listened as talked about their adventures very fondly.

It was nice to hear him talk about the people he cared about, he looked so happy, it made you feel the warmth coming from his words. How he smiled and laughed when he talked about them.

He told you all kinds of stories, about how they’d sneak pastries out to eat from their parent’s store, how he’d scold them when they forget to brush their teeth, and how they’d invade his bed when they get nightmares

You looked at him talking happily about his family, his siblings and how he takes care of them…you wondered what it’d be like to feel that way, without knowing you spoke out loud “I wish I had a brother like you growing up…” you mixed the bowl of icing unaware of the sudden silence

Trey was caught of guard, with what you told him just now, he realized you also told them before about the situation with your family back home, he internally cursed at himself for being insensitive.

Trey stopped what he was doing, he felt bad somehow, it was like something pinched his heart when you spoke those words.

He looked at you and smiled warmly and ruffled your hair, you tilted your head in confusion, not fully aware of the impact of your words.

Ever since then he made sure to check up on you everyday, ask if you ate, if you needed help with school work, and such

When he notices you look upset or if he feels like you don’t feel comfortable in a place/situation. He’ll pat your head and ask what’s wrong

If you don’t feel like talking about it, he doesn’t push you to, what he does as an alternative is tell you he’d bake [insert favorite dessert here] for you

He told Ace and Deuce to tell him when you get sick so he can come visit and take care of you.

He feels pain knowing you grew up most of your life alone, without siblings or parents to care for you as a child and what’s worse is you cant even see them cuz you have no way to go back home

So in Holidays when everyone goes to see their families, he brings you with him. His family treats you like you’re their family too, so when he sees you smiling he feels happy as well.

He knows how to deal with your stubbornness at times because he is the eldest child after all also he deals with Riddle everyday, so this isn’t a new thing for him to deal with.

He scolds, cares, bonds and even banters with you just like how an older brother would, to him you’re one of his little siblings now too.

He wants to make you feel like you have a safe person, someone you can lean on when the world seems like it’s weighing down on you too much.

Thus him standing as an older brother figure, and that means he’s strict with “crushes” and “admirers” too 😭

He also grounds you when he cant win an argument 💀 #TreyOlderBrotherRights

“Y/n, You are grounded!” “WHAT??“ “FOR ‘TIL COLLEGE!” “FOR ‘TIL COLLEGE?!?!” “You heard me. For. ‘Til. College.” “Trey…this is college.” “…”

Jade Leech

Long story short you made a bet with the twins, the prize was embarrassing baby pictures, and you won.

When you got to their room, you expected to see the twins, but the only one who was there was Jade, “Where’s Floyd?” You asked him “Oh, you’re here, Floyd’s on…Clean up duty…” he explained “Right…” you just nodded, no questions asked cuz who knows what type of “Clean up duty” is Floyd performing.

You held out your hand, smug, “My prize please~” Jade laughed, and handed you one picture, it was of them mushing and eating cake as 2 year olds. “Hey no fair! You said picturessss” you emphasized the ‘s’

“I couldn’t find it, Floyd’s side of the room look like a whirlpool hit it…and he has it, although you can go to him at Clean up duty to ask-“ “NO THIS IS FINE!” you quickly cut him of resulting to him chuckling.

He made it up to you by telling you stories about them instead, he told you a lot, from stories of them growing up to him ranting about having to always look after Floyd when they were kids. “We take care of each other, though It’s mostly me that has to do all the responsible things Floyd doesn’t want to do” He added, smiling while he reminisces about their past.

“You’re a great brother Jade.” You complimented looking back at the picture he handed you “Thank you.” He replied “I wish I had a brother like you…” you mumbled staring at the picture. Jade turned his attention to you when he heard that…

Oh boy here we go. He was worried you were about to cry. The always smiling gentleman Jade was now the ‘distressed awkward Jade’

He doesn’t really know how to provide comfort in these situations, usually when someone’s upset he comforts them by telling them ‘it’s gonna be okay’ but in your ‘now way home’ case. IT WAS NOT GONNA BE OKAY.

He was as stiff as a board…just staring at you waiting for a clue on what to do next. But unfortunately for him, you didn’t even notice the situation and continued staring at the picture.

He awkwardly puts a hand in your shoulder and pats it, earning a questioning look on your face.

When you saw him looking like he was being held at a gun point, you giggled and apologized for making him uncomfortable.

The rest of your time together there was mostly prolonged silence. So you gave the picture back to him, thanked him for the stories and left.

He felt bad, no scratch that he felt awful, he tried putting himself in your shoes…what if he didn’t have Floyd? He asked himself. It pained him. When Floyd got home he gave him a hug, the thought was that upsetting for him.

That night he had his eyes closed but he was thinking about you, if he felt that way by just the mere thought of it, how were YOU feeling living it all your life.

He took matters into his own hands and slowly, made himself take on the older brother role for you.

He started taking you and picking you up from class class to class, walking you there and making sure you get there okay.

After awhile Floyd joined in it too, after Jade telling him about what happened. He thought of it, and yeah, it’d be really miserable if Jade wasn’t around if he was in your shoes too.

He made sure you were okay everyday, and no one’s bothering you. If there were he’d let Floyd handle it.

They’d both be the first ones to greet you in your birthday, yeah even before the ghosts or Grimm cuz they’d be secretly sleeping in Ramshackle two days prior 😭

You’re basically an unofficial “Leech” they’d sometimes try to convince you to change your last name so you can be their official little sibling.

Jade would also tell you to take lots of pictures when you three are bonding, whether that be sleepovers, at class, pulling pranks on Azul, he just wants you to feel like you now have not ONE but TWO older brothers

When Teacher’s ask for a parent or guardian when you get in trouble, and Crowly isn’t available, they’ll be the ones to (break you out of detention)come get you.

He’ll teach you how to make a terrarium and how you can take care of it, Floyd would try to drag you out of it, not wanting both of you to be mushroom obsessed but Jade’s force was stronger

Would be strict with your studies. Scolds and Tutors both you and Floyd when you both fail at a subject.

“If Johny has 6 x 3 bottles of dish soap, how much dish soap would he have?” “How much?” “Who the fuck is Johny?” “NO ONE FLOYD, ANSWER THE QUESTION” “Did you say 6 x 3 or 3 x 6?” “*inhales and exhales* Keep it together Jade”

Jamil Viper

You were visiting Jamil’s hometown with the other students, and you have to admit, hot days and cold nights you all were able to enjoy the beauty Scalding Sands had to offer.

You even met Najma, Jamil’s younger sister. You two befriended each other almost immediately, it was nice meeting a friend outside of NRC, Jamil joined in on you two later on.

You watched the two banter and tease each other until it ended up with them shouting at each other in Arabic, though it wasn’t serious, just sibling banter. You three stayed up all night, just doing all sorts of stuff, eventually Najma fell asleep before you and Jamil. You noticed this and pointed it out, Jamil sighed and carried his sister to her room.

Taking her bandana headband off, so as her jewelry and she let her hair down, he tucked her in and made sure to leave a glass of water by her bedside table mumbling a small good night before he walked to leave the room, when he saw you peeking by the door curiously, you hid back when he knew he saw you earning a small laugh from him

He went out and closed the door behind him, meeting you in the hallway “Sorry…” you apologized “No need, you weren’t doing anything wrong” He ruffles your hair a little and walked, you followed behind him

“You probably miss your siblings to huh?” He asked, “I don’t have siblings…It’d be nice if I had a sister like Najma or a brother like you though” you chirped, Mentally he was punching himself in the face for assuming that you had siblings, hearing the sadness in your voice when you answered him made him feel sad too…he walked you to your room and said good night, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what you said the next morning.

He just kept looking your way, just staring until you notice and he looks away. He’s worried, upset, sad, guilty, and he thought what you must’ve went through growing up alone.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it so he told his little sister, she actually punched him though, scolding him for making you feel sad.

She told him to take care of you at NRC too, she was also worried for you and she couldn’t come along with Jamil to bring to comfort and care so she told him to do it.

Jamil agreed, so when you all went back to NRC, suddenly he made you packed lunch everyday, ask how classes went, if you needed any help with subjects and he’d give you small gestures of affection like head pats, cheek pinching, he’d hold your bag for you, etc.

He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with the sudden actions, so he only did it little by little until you got used to it.

You did ask why though, and he told you that Najma told him to look after you because she’s grown fond of you. The smile you made when he said that made him feel warm.

Like Trey, every holiday, he’d take you back to his hometown so you could spend it there, and so you can see Najma again.

You felt at home, more than in your real home. He was happy you did, he really did think of you as a little sibling now.

Though since you are technically their unofficial sibling, you became the middle ground of their banters and arguments.

“Najma, don’t argue with me you know I’m right.” “Uh no you’re not, If anyone in this room is correct it’s me, like always” “since when?!” “Since ALWAYS” “Y/n who’s right?” “Yeah Y/n tell him how wrong he is” “uhh I’m just gonna… *hides in vase*”

Silver

You were walking around in Diasomnia, when you saw Silver training with Sebek, you kinda just took a seat in the grass and watched them, swords clashing, swift strike and dodges. You were waiting to see who would win the duel when Sebek kicked Silver’s sword out of his hand, he wasn’t aware you were there so he kicked it your way. You couldn’t move either due to how fast it happened

You thought you’d meet your bitter end and die right then and there, you’re eyes were shut getting ready to be stabbed by a sword. But then you didn’t, and you were alive. You looked at your body for any scratches or wounds but there was nothing. You thanked the great 7 for sparing you but then Sebek shouted

“HUMAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?! YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN HURT!!” He yelled and you flinched at the sudden volume of his voice snapping you out of your thoughts, “Don’t yell, they were just watching, besides you kicked it towards them” Silver scolded Sebek and turned to you.

You didn’t even notice he was right infront of you, “Are you okay?” He asked. Then it hit, the realization that he was the one who blocked the sword. You shot up and started scanning him for injuries “Why are you asking me that?! I should be asking you that!” You said panicked, you saw a cut in his arm, it wasn’t deep but it was huge and it was bleeding so you asked Sebek to go get a first aid kit and he did, while you applied pressure to his wound so it wouldn’t bleed too much.

You got patched him up and told him he shouldn’t have jumped in the way like that, but he told you if he didn’t you’d get hurt. You thought that was really cool of him, no really cared for you enough to protect you like that. “You’d make a great older brother Silver” you said, wrapping the bandage around his arm. It surprised him “How can you tell?” He asked, curious.

“Well you know how to use a sword! That’s really cool…” you happily said, “and you protect and take care of people you love…” you added, he smiled “I’m also told that I acted cold around others, who would want me as brother?” He asked “I would…I think it’d be nice….” you mumbled finishing up the bandage on his arm. He felt his heart throb…he remembered you’re an only child, like him…

You helped him back inside and apologized for causing trouble, he was quick to dismiss it and told you that you never meant for it to happen.

He also nudged at Sebek to apologize for yelling at you earlier, since he saw you flinch. Sebek did but you said that it was okay, and bid them both goodbye.

That same day he went inside Lilia’s room, Lilia was surprised so he asked him why he went to his room….He told Lilia to take custody of you while you’re here so he can be your older brother

Lilia was shocked and speechless by Silver’s sudden request. Now he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside Silver’s head. So he asked.

Silver explained that he simply wanted to take on the role of being your older brother so he can protect you and that he needs Lilia to adopt you first. Lilia said yes💀

The next day Lilia was announced to be your temporary guardian making Silver your older brother. You were still processing what happened.

But ever since it was official, he made everyone know that you were his little sibling. He’d go to your classes and pick you up, teach you how to use a sword and protected you from people who pick on you.

He’d also come by Ramshackle every night, sometimes sleeping over, cuz he doesn’t wanna leave you all alone there. What if you had nightmares? He wanted to protect you from those too.

He’d always invite you to dinner, mainly because he’d tell Malleus you wanted to cook for them so they can avoid Lilia’s cooking sometimes, but also just because he wants you to spend time with them and feel at home.

It even came to a point where he asked you to transfer to diasomnia so you two can be nearer with each other, you declined and said Crowly was the one to decide that. That was his next mission😭 and he went to Lilia again for help.

“Father help me convince headmaster Crowly to transfer my little sibling here so they can live with us.” “Silver….it’s 4 in the morning….” “Yes I know, we need to start early so we can catch him before he leaves to go somewhere again, come on let’s go.”

A/N: It’s longer than I planned it to be 😭 but if you’re a follower of mine you’ll have to get used to long fics/headcannons/scenarios/reactions 💀 anyways, you know the drill, did not proofread this. Thx for waiting anon🥹♥︎

[merakiui]

About tweels in タコの花嫁 again... i thought it was SUPER juicy to see jades quiet distaste (compared to floyds loud hatred) for reader in the og. Like omggg they both hate me and they're sexy about it... AND I LOVE TO THINK ABT HOW THAT'D TRANSLATE IN A EEL X READER SCENARIO!!!! Oughhhh it's delicious!!! Jade hating you quietly for what your brothers done, now he's betrothed to some brat and he has to behave for the good of the kingdom so he can't hurt you or act out about it... AHHH he acts so friendly and polite but he's really thinking about disemboweling you!!!! Until he has that moment where he thinks about it, and he realizes, (it doesnt even come as a shock!) that he really doesn't mind a future with you anymore.

AAUGGHHHHG!!!! And Floyd still hating you, because while you got to sit in your pretty little castle pitying Jade and feeling bad for yourself because of your sudden engagement, Floyd was there with Jade every step of his recovery... and he HATES you and your family for what you put Jade through!!! For the scare of possibly losing his brother!!! But maybe that'd change.. you know, when he sees how happy you two end up... and how cute your fry together are :)

Or possibly before that!!! I mean, teen floyd going through puberty and his twins got a perfectly cute (but in floyds opinion, bratty) soon to be wife... I can absolutely see him developing a little crush during puberty and fantasizing about her into adulthood. Like a little boy pulling on a little girl's pigtails, except he actually has a valid reason to hate her.

and imagining reader slowky accepting it and reading mer/human love stories (like Ariel!) after the engagement like..... OTL OTL OTL investigating and researching mer marriages and mating culture by reading romances.......

I think I'm just a tweelmancer at heart. I loved the concept and the presentation of the tweels in タコの花嫁 and its made me think a lot about those crazy deranged fishes.

AAAAAA YES YES!!!!!! >w< omg this is so scrumptious!!!! Floyd being so open about his hatred for you compared to Jade's very quiet, very secret hatred is so fun. Floyd would have such a vicious opinion of you, but perhaps it changes or shifts slightly when he's going through puberty like you noted. Something like,,, it was always gross to see you and Jade holding hands or being cheesy and lovey-dovey with each other as you both try to get accustomed to being each other's betrothed. But now Floyd's actually a little jealous of Jade because Jade gets to have you all to himself,,, Floyd who only ever looked at you hatefully, so one day it sort of,,,,, hits him over the head. Since when were you so pretty? Since when was your smile so cute? T_T

aaaaaa orz and reader learning to accept it, soon strengthening the bond with Jade while Floyd's growing up with this strange amalgamation of hate-love for you. >:D maybe if Floyd's nice to you, Jade can consider sharing if he wants some fry of his own hehe.

🤝 you and me both, anon!!!! Tweelmancer so real and true. I adore those silly eels too much!!! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) they deserve to have a cute darling for themselves!!!!

[uriekukistan]

this may sound a bit silly but i wanted to share it here because idk where else to 🥲

i was thinking about yuuji, during the one month time skip, remembering megumi telling him stuff about the stars and constellations (since he seems to know a lot). so i was like "i wonder when pisces' constellation is best seen" bc i think megumi would tell yuuji abt his sign's constellation, and apparently in the northern hemisphere it's best seen in november :') so now i imagine yuuji looking up at the stars every night and searching for his own constellation, trying to remember megumi's words on how to find it

omg no not silly i think abt them stargazing together all the time :') although i've never thought abt yuuji going on his own after...yeah T_T

like i imagine both of them would have a lot of sleepless nights because they've both seen/been through so much. megumi would have started doing it occasionally after tsumiki went into her coma to feel closer to her, since she was the one who taught him about stars :') but after yuuji "dies" at the detention center, he starts going more frequently. there's more light pollution than when he was in saitama, even on the outskirts of the city, but he still goes, naming as many constellations as he can remember. sometimes he'll look up and wonder if yuuji is staring back at him, even though he doesn't really believe in that sort of thing.

when yuuji comes back, megumi keeps going out at night to watch the stars because he can't seem to erase the image of yuuji face planting into the pavement, even when he's living and breathing right in front of him. then one night, he notices there's a light on in yuuji's room when he's heading out. he knows yuuji's seemed a bit tired recently, and wonders if he's been struggling with the same troubles sleeping, so he invites yuuji out with him.

it becomes a near nightly tradition. when it reaches late october and the air is growing colder, yuuji starts bringing a blanket from his bed and a thermos of tea -- ginger, of course -- because megumi gets cold easily, even though he'll never admit it. megumi points out all the constellations and yuuji listens. he only occasionally brings up aliens, and megumi pretends to be annoyed, but secretly enjoys those conversations. okay, but would you do you if you met an alien, fushiguro?...itadori, i dont- i guess i'd probably try to establish its intentions? that way when the full invasion comes, i'm prepared...that makes sense. you're always so smart, fushiguro.

after megumi's been taken, yuuji keeps going. every night, sometimes all night. choso's worried and wants to go with him to make sure he's okay, which is such a stupid question when he thinks about it, because why would yuuji be okay after all of that? but he doesn't go, no one does, not because they don't care, but because they understand. that's yuuji's alone time with megumi, reconnecting with him through the stars, the same way megumi used to with tsumiki.

hm i think i got carried away here TT_TT i just love and miss them so much, i need to think about those soft moments between them before everything truly went to shit kdfjghlkg

thank u for the ask!!

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hi! Love your work can we get more endless siblings + Lucifer shenanigans with child!reader and where and how her presence affects the events of the show (like how would they react to their dad being gone for 100+ years after telling them he’d be back soon :( and how would the other residents of the dreaming explain to her what going on when the palace starts crumbling? Oh and dream coming back with a Matthew and not his previous raven (forgot their name sorry) being their first experience with grief!?) I have so many other ideas (especially angst lol)but that’s just the one’s I’d like to see fleshed out by your great writing!

Seconds Into Centuries

Dream of the Endless & Dream!Reader

Summary: Everyone was taking their turn to take care for you as the Dreaming falls into apocalypse.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: papa!dream, everyone is soft for reader (me included), gender neutral!reader, feels, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: T_T MY HEART OK THANK YOU FOR THE REQ I was so excited when i saw this because I loved dream and his lil bb so so much. The original request actually does not fit in the timeline you wanted but thats fine lol anyway i hope you like it pls i put this off for so long since I had absolutely no idea what to do and now it feels mid im so T_T i HOPE you like it [cries] i kind of gave up on it lahsf;lhasf;a;sfsa Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 and @lexi-anastasia

Lucienne watches you as you watered the garden patch you have been cultivating since your creation. It was the highlight of her day in all the rubble and darkness left in the dreaming.

"Ruru look," you point, "there are 4 flowers now!"

"Yes, my love, there are four," she smiles.

Lucienne watches your tiny body as you talked to your plants. She thought often about how they would grow, but you would not. You were as much as a child as you were the day he left. In truth, she hadn't expected you to come alive at all, much less in a form of a child, when she knew you were an uncompleted dream.

She was grateful you did though-- that you came to life. Lucienne often thinks this was were her master's way of reassuring the Dreaming, allowing you to live among them as a reminder of hope.

You astounded her everyday of your capabilities to grasp the concepts of your existence, of your father, Dream of the Endless, and the grand scheme of the universe. And yet, you still could not say the L in your nickname for her, thus Lucienne's pet name, Ruru.

"Come, my dear," Lucienne calls, extending a hand out to you, "we must get ready for lunch."

You wipe your hands on your garden apron then take her hand.

Once you get there, Lucienne cannot believe her eyes.

"Papa!" you call, the moment you get to the fallen hall. You release her and run straight towards him.

Lucienne is frozen in her spot, utterly speechless, flabbergasted. She does nothing but watch, still and silent, as you run up to your maker.

Dream is just as stiff as she is when you reach him and seal his legs into your arms. You beam up at him, smiling from ear to ear. Dream peers down at you, eyes wide, arms unsure of whether or not they should reach out to you.

"Why did you take you so long, papa?"

Dream's brows knit. He turns to Lucienne when he hears her sigh. The sound of her heels on the floor echo in the empty hall, filled with rubble.

"Is this-"

"The Dream, sir," Lucienne mutters, "the one you left unfinished."

Dream looks down at his creation, blue eyes blown wide.

"Papa, Didi told me you would be home soon."

"Didi?"

"Desire," Lucienne calls.

Dream's heart drops when he turns to his librarian.

"Auntie Death gave me this clip," you point.

Dream steals a glance at the child and the gem on her head, "two of my siblings came to the Dreaming?"

"Delirium came for her as well as Destiny."

"To what?" Dream's face falls.

"To... play with her," Lucienne says as she shrugs.

Dream is rendered speechless. A column of the Dreaming comes crashing down. You and Ruru start because of it; you in particular pull away from your father to press your hands tightly on your ears.

After this, you grab onto your papa's coat as you point to the rubble, "papa, papa, papa-"

"I've been trapped for a century, and you're telling me my siblings instead visited her?"

Lucienne did not know what to tell Dream. His teary blue irises were the cynosure of the reddened whites of his eyes. His face was hardened, like cut marble.

"Papa!" you urged as you attempted to drag Dream across the room.

His face twitched at your adamancy, but something ticked in him when you released his coat and grabbed his hand.

Dream softened, like moldable clay, upon the feel of the soft, tiny hand. You urged him toward the fallen pillar, and once you got there, you crouched on the floor and beckoned him to come close.

Dream followed you, dropping to his knees beside you.

You giggled softly, pointing at a patch of sawdust, "Cani and Abi told me to show you this when you come back."

Dream furrowed his brows.

"Our dream means Cain and Abel," Lucienne calls, walking over to you both.

You waved your hand on the clump of pulverized debris. Out of nothing, that area of destruction suddenly became the soil of a small green plant. You brought life out of the desolation.

Dream's eyes widens at the sight. You beam, standing to you feet, that you met your papa face to face. You grab his cheeks and tell excitedly, "it's a flower!"

Dream slightly lifts his face to behold yours.

Lucienne watches, placing her hands behind her back.

Your light begins to fade when you see the tear roll down Dream's face. You gasp, slowly wiping it away. You pull out your lower lip. Your own eyes begin to glass, "sorry papa. Please don't cry."

Dream's face tenses when you pull away. He was just quick enough to halt you from swatting the plant away and destroying it.

You turn to Dream, your own cheeks now riddled with tears as well.

Dream pulls you close, cupping your face, "what are you doing?"

"Flowers make papa cry."

"No," he shakes his head, "I- papa is not crying because of the flower."

You tilt your head, holding back tears, "why is papa sad?"

"I'm sad because of you," Dream mutters, turning away.

You freeze and then break down.

Lucienne's heart drops when you crumble into a wail.

Dream recoils, at the sound, "no- no- I didn't mean-" he grabs your shoulders tightly as he drops to his knees, "I meant I am sad because you lived here in the Dreaming," he releases a breath, "planting flowers in the rubble while I was away, for you had nothing better to do."

You scratch your eyes as you mewled sadly.

"I- that should not--" Dream drops his head in defeat. He releases a deep breath, "the idea an uncompleted dream..."

You sniffle, trying to calm yourself when the hands on your shoulders slide down.

Lucienne did not want to, but it was clear she had to intervene.

However, when she stepped forward, you did so as well, and threw your arms around Dream. Lucienne watched as he straightened up to cradle you tightly in his arms. There was such a warmth and tenderness between you that grass started to grow all around. It makes Lucienne's heart soar.

When Dream pulls away, he wipes off the tears on your face. You do the same for him.

"It is I that must apologize," Dream mutters.

You nod your head, "you were gone! For so, so long!"

He sighs, "I was... I-"

"But don't be sad. It's ok because Lucienne told me you didn't mean to."

"..."

"She told me you would come back!"

Dream turns to Lucienne in this moment. She finds herself smiling when the king extends a hand out for her. He presses a kiss on the back of her hand, "thank you, Lucienne--" he turns to you, "for everything."

Lucienne turns to you, smile widening, "it wasn't all me."

Dream releases her hand to pick you up as he stands, "yes, there was Cain, Abel, even Desire-- do tell me more about the visits you had, my love."

Your cheek is wiped by your papa as you begin to recount all of the visits you had with strangers that became playmates.

[anthrophobixx]

question, as a fellow pokemon enthusiast, what's your favorite pokemon and why? if you can't pick one, give me a few! my favorite are shinx and sylveon :))

OOOOOH I LOVE THIS QUESTION oki so, I have a shitload of favorite pokemon but I have 6 that I really love n those r Sceptile, Hypno, Azumarill, Quagsire, Voltorb n Alolan Raichu :33

Hypno because I have a pokemon universe I made up w ocs n such and he's a MAJOR major character in it (all my favs r in it actually) , but I originally started loving him because of SoulSilver n HeartGold. It was the first pokemon game where your pokemon could follow u around n I would always have Hypno follow me because his text lines were very silly n that's when he started growing on me, but the creepypasta n the fnf mod also boosted my love for him

Sceptile has been my favorite pokemon ever since I was a toddler n if I really had to choose a fav from the 6 I mentioned it would be Sceptile. The anime is what made me start loving the entire evolution line, the angst w him was craaazy. I genuinely cannot express in words how much I adore Sceptile he means a lot 2 me

Azumarill became one of my favs during lockdown. I did a pkmn ruby nuzlocke n she together w Sceptile were absolutely carrying my team and obv I grew attached + rabbits r one or my fav animals so that's a bonus

Quagsire is just Quagsire. It's awesome it's amazing I love him. No idea how or why I started loving him as much as I do today but I do and I would die for him.

Voltorb is silly. I have my pokesona who's partner is a Voltorb n it just follows her around n it's so kyoot, Voltorb is underrated

Alolan Raichu I kinda have a history with. When gen 7 first released n I looked through the Pokedex I just saw it n went "THAT'S THE ONE." n immediately became a fan. The first ever box of Pokemon cards I ever got was Alolan Raichu themed, my mascot on instagram was Alolan Raichu before I changed it to Randy, my first ever alolan pokemon I got (if we don't count the starters) was Alolan Raichu in pokemon ultra moon, it's just been present in my life in one way or another ever since it was first presented n I love it dearly

Okay I think that's all, sorry for the long read I'm. Very insane abt my fav pokemon T_T

SHINX AND SYLVEON R SO BASED, Sylveon is my fav eeveelution after Glaceon it's so gorg I love Sylveon <3

[japhan2024]

💛Smoshblr December Asks Final Day💙

We‘ve done it! We’ve finally reached the end of this lil ask game and also the end of 2023! 🥳 Thank you so much for joining in on this, I truly appreciate it so much 🫶! I wish you a wonderful start into the new year and that all your hopes and dreams for 2024 will come true! ✨💞

But, since the year isn’t quite over yet, I thought this might be a nice time to reminisce a little bit. Therefore, the final question of the Smoshblr December Asks Game:

What are your favourite smosh-related memories of 2023? 💖

(no specific amount required for this one; and you can ofc also include older smosh memories, if you want to 🤗)

Stella!! I'm so gonna miss getting your asks every day in my inbox T_T thank you so much for making this month extra special and festive, it was absolutely wonderful waking up knowing there would be a new one waiting!!! <3

My favorite Smosh-related memory? Well, idk, I read a really great fanfic, but it was a bit out there, a bit too sentimental and unrealistic... it goes like this:

Friendship always wins

The sun scorched the suburbs of Sacramento. The neighborhood looked like if a stock photo had a heroine problem. Bored out of their minds, two sixth graders got grouped together for a school project.

"Here, let me draw some turds on the trash pile."

"I'll add flies."

"Hehehe, yeah that looks better."

The two kids, Ian and Anthony, connected through their shared humor, which ranged from Beavis and Butthead to Home Alone to Southpark, and to whatever was on the internet in that godforsaken time pre-2005.

The oldest one, Anthony, came from a broken home. He had to grow up fast and take care of his siblings and mom. The only times he could really be a kid and fuck around, was with his best friend Ian. Feeling nurtured by Ian's mom and dad, and constantly laughing at Ian's jokes, his happiness was there, with Ian. He could get through working hard, as long as he had Ian to go back to and have fun.

Their nerdy friend group were all into internet humor and Anthony came up with the idea of having a forum for them all to shitpost on and share their creations and collaborate.

But then he got sick. Really sick. He couldn't go to school, had to stay home for six months. He felt so isolated, not seeing his friends, most of all Ian. But Ian showed up at his house with a get well soon card. It was signed by everyone from his class. He could cry, he was so happy with this symbol of friendship. It kept him going the rest of the months. He put his time and energy into coding and learning how to do graphic design.

Smosh was born and it took off. First the website was just for them; Ian, Anthony, and their friends. It had stuff like articles, memes and videos. But soon the whole school was frequenting the site. News traveled outside the school even, and before they knew it, Smosh was an internet phenomenon. After they graduated, Ian and Anthony chose to keep the website going. Just for fun. And they got some money from merch they would distribute themselves.

One day, they saw that one of their videos was pirated and hosted on some new platform: YouTube. That gave them an idea: why not host all their videos there? It was free after all. Being at the right place at the right time, with the right kind of humor and the right kind of raw talent, Smosh was propelled to be one of the biggest YouTube channels there were. They even became the biggest one. However, with success also comes vultures, ready to take everything from you...

A company introduced themselves to Ian and Anthony and promised them the world: give Smosh to us, and you will only have to worry about making videos. We will take care of everything else. It sounded too good to be true. And sadly, it was. For even though at first, Ian and Anthony had more fun than ever, coming up with bigger and funnier videos than ever, they soon found out they were not in control anymore.

Anthony, who had always fought to stay in control of things; his family, his health, his whole life... it was very hard to see his creation being contorted and mutilated into something he didn't want it to be. And he grew to hate it. That hate spread everywhere, even towards his best friend, who kept trying to tell him "man, let's take the losses and be happy we have this job, we could have still been in Sacramento with nowhere to go."

But Anthony had had it.

"Ian, come with me, let's start a new channel, just the two of us."

"Anthony... I can't. It doesn't make any sense business wise. I know it's not ideal, but please, Anthony, stay?"

After years and years of putting his all into the company, Anthony couldn't do it anymore. He quit Smosh, and a shockwave went through the entire fandom that had built around it.

Smosh was still going. But you see, money and power got involved, and Ian and Anthony had lost sight of each other... they tried to hold on, you could see it clear as day, but they were ripped apart by the greed of the soulless company, which is a tautology, if you think about it.

Both guys were heartbroken. Still sneaking glances at each other, but not able to speak. Too much had happened between them.

And then the company went bankrupt and Smosh was in mortal danger. Ian, who had fought to keep the brand alive ever since Anthony left, fought as hard as he could to find someone to buy it, who wouldn't just sell it off for parts like an old car. Luckily, a YouTuber duo who knew Smosh from afar, stepped in and saved the day. Thanks to them and to Ian, Smosh survived. But was it really still Smosh? What was Smosh if it wasn't Ian and Anthony?

In the meantime, Anthony had rebooted his personal YouTube channel and through trial and error found success. Nothing like Smosh, of course, but impressive nonetheless.

Apart from each other, Ian and Anthony persevered. But they were still heartbroken and in need of something. That something was each other of course. And finally, years later, they met again. And they were both surprised. They had both healed and grown enough to see each other and talk freely, like adults. And they were surprised to see how well they still clicked.

It was like they were the same friends they had been all those years ago, but eve better. The slogan they had come up with all those years, finally rang true again, more than it had ever done. Friendship always wins.

And as they reconnected more and more, one faithful day, one of them said..

"what if we bought Smosh?"

And at that moment, their family was no longer broken, they were reunited and Anthony suddenly had a lot more 'kids' to take care of. But he was so happy, so happy to be with Ian again. He was finally fulfilled.

[ninjahiccups]

Hi there! I saw in one of Songbird of Asgard's chapters that you headcanon Heimdall as demi - do you have any other Heimdall headcanons you would like to share with us? Sincerely, a definitely-not-Heimdall-content-starved anon.

I have a few, though I don't want to share some of them just yet since they would give away things that happen in SoA later on.

-Like I said, I hc Heimdall as demi. Gender identity really doesn't matter to him so long as he can tolerate someone and trust them enough to accept them (which is the real hard part lol)

-Heimdall is a little shit, that much we know. I like to think that applies to people he's close to as well, but in a different way. He'll give them sass and do annoying things to them just for the fun of it. Short? He puts things on the top shelf just to watch them go crazy looking for it, then casually reveal that he moved it after they've lost their mind just to watch them blow up. Have a pet peeve? You better believe he's doing the exact thing that pisses them off every chance he gets. Neat freak? He will 100% walk into their space and fuck it up. If they're someone who will push his buttons right back at him for revenge it turns into a never-ending war of pranks and sass and just messing with each other, and he's too prideful not to have the last laugh.

-Speaking of caring, Heimdall is an all or nothing kinda person, so if he cares, he goes all out. He'll be a selfish, snobby prick to everyone else, expecting them to meet his needs and expectations because they aren't worthy of his time and effort. But if someone's earns his trust and becomes important to him, he will do anything for them. There are limits to how far he'll go depending on the circumstances, but he is devoted to the people he values.

-The same can't really be said for animals, unfortunately. Yes, he respects them, but in the end he sees them as tools that can outlive their usefulness, hence his reaction when Gulltoppr dies. T_T Though he could grow to care for an animal as well, but it would take a lot. It boils down to how he perceives external bonds, seeing them as valuable only if they benefit him (we can thank ol' Odin for that) and he has to get very, VERY close to people to let go of that idea be as devoted as I described above.

-I see him as being 6'0, 6'2ish max. I know Kratos is 6'4, and it looks like Heimdall isn't *too* much shorter than him? (This would make Eivor about 5'5 in SoA)

-Based on the God of War: Lore and Legends book, I'm guessing Heimdall is not too much older than Baldur? The book states Odin and Freya were married about 125 years before GoW 2018 and Baldur came along 5 years later. Freya clearly knows Heimdall, and considering she doesn't care for him at all makes me think she never saw him grow up (if she did I honestly think she would cut him some slack since she has a soft spot for children). That would mean Heimdall would have to be an adult by the time Freya came around, making him at least 135ish? BUT he still seems a lot younger than the other gods like Tyr and Thor based on appearance alone, so he can't be too much older. I hc he's 150ish, which is still very young compared to most other gods.

-My mans is touch-starved and you can't convince me otherwise. So force this man into a hug for god's sake, he just can't admit he needs it so someone has to take it into their own hands.

-He appreciates the arts. Literature, architecture, visual art, music, anything like that. He's just very picky about what he likes.

-I subscribe to the idea that his fate would have been different if just one person cared about him. He would have had one reason to trust someone other than Odin, and that could have changed his perspective completely. Odin likely never allowed that to happen specifically to keep Heimdall under his thumb.

-He does drink, but it's more of an Asgardian culture thing than a letting loose thing. He never gets drunk and has no desire to be.

-His favorite color is gold (shocking, I know).

-He had to learn how to control his foresight in his youngest years. It's always warned him about anything that's coming at him, but actually *reacting* to it in an efficient way was something he had to work on. He wouldn't have been able to catch arrows when he was a teenager, just duck out of the way of them. Of course, his mastery over this skill is part of what makes his ego so enormous.

-My dude is an indoors enjoyer. He very much likes neat environments, clean floors, organization. Outdoors is only nice in the short term, but ask this man to go camping? No way, bruh. You'd have to work to get him to sit on the ground, let alone SLEEP on it.

-Between Heimdall's snarkiness and Atreus's smart mouth, I see so much annoying sibling energy between them. If things had been different, Heimdall would have definitely been like a smartass, I'm-better-than-you older brother, and Atrues would have been the flat-out irritating, Nuh-uh-your-face-is-stupid younger brother. I will ride or die with the idea that the god of order and the god of mischief would piss each other off like brothers who beat each other up for fun. I may or may not plan to hint at this is SoA at some point ;)

(Side note, this blog DOES ***NOT*** support Heimtreus shipping. That last headcannon is strictly in a platonic and familial kind of way)

That's all I can think of right now, other than the ones that would give some things away is SoA. I hope you enjoyed that anon!!!

[lowkeyed1]

11, 15, 22, 28

Velvet Fist, Iron Glove

or the full Q&A if you want 😉

ooh... thanks for the ask <3 Velvet Fist, Iron Glove is my take on a Willow 2022 AU where the Gales never came the night before the wedding and Kit and Graydon had to go through with it... but the secret Graydon is harboring is a little different, too: he's a trans man. It evolved from exploring Kit and Graydon finding they had more in common than they thought and developing a relationship to involving Jade... and Boorman... and Airk now as well. It's a WIP, so I'm not done growing the Greater Tir Asleen Polycule yet! Not to mention it's developed something of a plot involving Zivian's evil doings and machinations, a kidnapping, the Elora Danan reveal, all kinds of fun stuff... 11. What was the most challenging aspect of writing it? I think the biggest challenge is similar to polyamory in real life! It's hard to have so many relationships going on and give them all the time and depth they deserve. Plus since I'm jumping POV a lot I really have to delve into the feelings of each person about everything that's going on and make sure it all feels grounded and true to them and the situations. 15. Talk about the characters’ struggles & how you decided on those. Hm. Well, for Kit I felt like her struggle to be seen and heard for herself was similar to Graydon's. It seemed to me that if they had a chance to get to know each other, they would realize that and be mutually supportive, and grow together. Onward from that, it seemed to me that Kit's desire to be in control and be seen as valuable would lead to her discovering a predilection for domming; meanwhile given Graydon's more constrained mien in his family he would find some relief in letting go of control. Of course, things evolve... as Kit begins to feel safer and more secure she finds she can give up a little control, and as Graydon sees that need in her he can take control at times because he sees how much she needs a break. Kit still tends to struggle in areas where she can't control things and that manifests in moods and outbursts. Graydon struggles with his father's machinations and his own ever-present horniness, lol. I can't say I really consciously decided on most of that, it just felt like it came organically as a result of studying their canonical characterization. I'm operating on vibes here, baby! 22. What is something you learned about yourself as a writer from the experience? Hoo boy. You would ask that one, lol. What have I learned from writing a vast pornographic romp about domination, submission, coercion, humiliation, and edging? ....Things. We shall say I have learned things about myself for sure, lol. I also learned that even if I don't really know where the plot is going, if I start writing something will happen anyway and it's usually fine. It's given me more confidence to just pick a direction and go -- usually what hangs me up is having too many choices and possibilities and knowing when I pick one that limits or cuts off the rest. But I can always write another story with the path not taken :) 28. Write a new summary for the fic, but badly. "Graydon Does Tir Asleen: You Won't Believe The Things That Make This Boy Horny" I really need to get back to writing this one... Now that I've talked about it I miss it T_T I don't think I'm gonna do the whole QnA but bonus: 19. While editing, did you kill any darlings? What were they? My first take on the scene where Graydon admits he's attracted to Boorman really cracked me up, but it didn't fit with how I eventually decided it should go. I've always been a little sad it had to be cut so I'm delighted to share it now: -----

"Kit. I'm in trouble. I think I have a crush on Thraxus." "....Your squire?" she looked at him, her eyebrows raised. He stopped, completely thrown off his next sentence. "Yes, my squire. Are there a lot of guys named Thraxus in Tir Asleen? Because I had the impression it was an uncommon name." "No, no... he's the only one. It's just..." "What?" "Well, when you said you liked boys I thought you meant, you know. Boys like you." "...I don't think there are a lot of boys like me in Tir Asleen, either." "No, idiot. I mean, like... softer boys."

[coffeestainedcamera]

Hm, I like Topaz now, in a very Succession fan way. I'd not get along with a real-life person like her, but her arc as a debt collector with some moral scruples is interesting. Just going to tag spoilers from here!

Like, she came off as downright friendly at first. Watching her politely fangirl over March and the heroine, I wasn't sure what she was doing on Jarilo-VI (but her staffers' initial trigger-happiness def made me wary). Still, maybe they weren't having their finest day and their boss was reasonable and dropped in for something mundane. Like establishing trade routes for the newly-space-cancer-free planet or whatever.

Translation in alt text for images (bc I can't be bothered to watch the quest in eng on youtube). Please note that I'm literally only a bilingual accountant.

Anyways, then I was like... sorry, credit history? And how would that preclude the planet from reestablishing its connection with the rest of the galaxy? My next thought was that mobster movies are very much a thing in the setting and that she's probably seen Godfather at least twice.

She's a pretty compelling character, debt collector and all. Because on one hand, a lot of her behavior was practically designed to tick me off. Like, if someone were to take me on a museum tour and keep talking about the exhibits in terms of their monetary value, I'd walk away within minutes. It's just such a fundamentally uncurious way to look at art and history. Plus, you know, she's a loan shark.

Still, growing up in an ecological wasteland where you'd have to be rich to escape explains the obsession with money, I suppose. If your only other ticket out of there is to join Evil Corp, guess you'd jump aboard and drink the koolaid. Besides, it's not like she had any actual choice, having been set up to work for them in some capacity by whatever government officials signed the planet over to said Evil Corp in the first place.

So, yeah, it sucked to see her try to inflict the fate her planet suffered on others, in the name of maybe saving them. But would living her childhood afterwards be considered "saved"? This imposition might have been what pissed me off about the character the most.

And yet she ultimately honors their decision not to sign over and even sticks her neck out to her bosses to protect them. Yeah, she stays with them (the biggest employer in the galaxy) and that means she's still going to pull this on another planet later bc it's in her job description. But it's not like she's in my situation, where the profession has a shortage and I keep getting recruiter invites on linkedin even tho I'm employed. So I suppose that's why she's a not particularly likable character with some redeeming moments to me, which happens to be a sort of character I enjoy. Might be my fave now bc I had a Succession-shaped hole in my heart ever since that show ended.

Also, fave moments from this story (translations in alt text):

March taking a doll of Pom-Pom along for the party T_T Also, I hope she holds a fashion intervention for the lead someday! I trust her to get it right, 2000's scene princess tiara and all!

Is the lead canonically braggy, or have I been making a lot of braggy dialogue choices? Wonder if this line changes depending on your track record.

Uncle, seventeen interviews for what seems to be a security guard gig? I mean, yeah, we later find out that he was a "special case" but this is ridic.

Also, lol best quest opening text:

Translation:

"Excuse me, has [heroine] passed?" (The sentence looks blatantly typo'd, as "помер"/"pomyer" is past tense for "died" but it refers to men and the female version would be "померла"/"pomyerla". Also, saying "прошу прощения, это помер []?" sounds like you're trying to clarify if someone truly died and doesn't really make sense as an opening text to someone.)

"I am actually quite alive!"

"Oh, sorry, autocorrect. I meant 'number'." (Number/номер/nomyer is one letter away from died/помер/pomyer)

Anyways, now I'm curious what the original lines were lol

[bizarrescribblez]

OK nobody asked but I can and will gush and lore drop about my S.cott P.ilgrim friends because ofc I chose the most niche characters to befriend.. I’ll have each kinda categorized but !!!

Close Friends [Comeau, Young Neil, Wallace]

Comeau - my s/i and Comeau met pretty early on when her and Scott first moved to Toronto! They both bonded over their mutual hobby of knowing everything and anything about people/other people’s drama and are usually inseparable at parties when she decides to go to one!

Young Neil - my s/i and Neil met at one of Scott’s band practices which she goes to on and off whenever she’s bored! He’s often quiet but they both bonded over their love for New Order and occasionally play Nintendo games together!

Wallace - they pretty much know each other because of Scott and talk/gossip a lot to each other all the time. Whenever Wallace figures out something Scott has done or said, her and Stacey are on speed dial! Her 🤝 Wallace 🤝 Comeau -> the gossip trio.

Friends (who so happen to have had complications with her brother) [Envy, Lisa, Knives]

Envy - her and Envy are friends/co workers! Mainly co workers at first since they have a very slow burn friendship working for Gideon.. my s/i usually confides in Envy whenever she’s upset and my s/i recognizes whenever Envy is upset in return (my s/i getting bad vibes from Todd 24/7). Envy grows more fond for her company and shares hand me down clothes for my s/i to wear :]

Lisa - my s/i and Lisa have had minimal interactions but still very much keep in touch after she moved to California! They had a shared love for girly 80’s music and my s/i being the only one who knew she had a crush on Scott before they moved.

Knives - I like to think my s/i and Knives got along very quickly after Scott dumped her because 1) she already felt terrible for her at the start and 2) she figured knives needed some support. They eventually bond even more over a mutual T_T over Ramona (Knives being angry/sad over the Scott situation and eventually my s/i being sad she went back with Gideon (movie canon ofc)). Everything ofc ends up okay and they’re still very good friends :)

Evil Ex Buddies [Matthew, Lucas, Roxie]

Matthew - Being the one who helped Gideon email/contact the members of the league, my s/i somewhat and somehow got along with them quite a bit! Mainly these three! My s/i likes how energetic and theatrical Matthew is and finds his theatrics quite entertaining! She also likes his fashion sense even if others thinks he looks like a pirate 😔

Lucas - For the same reasons as Matthew, my s/i also finds Lucas amusing. Basically makes him quote and quote any line from one of his movies she found funny (he thinks it’s because she loves his work). He also tried to get her to learn to use a skateboard and it instantly failed (she fell on her ass).

Roxie - Roxie is the one (plus Envy too) who helped my s/i come out of her shell the most in regards to standing up for herself both verbally and physically! My s/i also found her style and especially hair cool (eventually cutting it and styling it similar later on!)!

ANYWAYS ERM … that was it I’m sorry again for rambling cuz i went off and ofc i still gotta read the comics to see if some of these will stay canon :) if y’all have any questions pls lmk whehehe

[missr3n3]

for the fanfic ask game: 5, 12/13, 36?

5) What do you wish someone would ask about your fic? Answer it now!

mainly there's a bunch of lore details i had to cut from cdta, so i'll go ahead and bullet point some of my favorite tidbits!

adam's favorite album used to be radiohead's The Bends, but since alt!gabriel had it playing on loop while he was painfully transforming into his alternate form and during his time in the Nightmare Sand Pit, now he can't listen to any songs off that album without having a panic attack. thus, his favorite album is now deftone's White Pony.

adam detects the presence of other alternates/supernatural entities by way of prickling in his scalp because he (and all other Type 6s/sleeper agents) has horns! they're very small tho, looking more like little hard bumps on his head, and they're fully covered by his fluffy hair.

jonah unknowingly summoned adam like a demon during the blood magic at the church, and that's why he and adam have the matching sigils in their palms.

adam doesn't remember meeting mark and ruth in the Nightmare Sand Pit anymore

traumatrio did in fact stop at a denny's before they reached sarah's place, and thatcher's cover story for adam's roughed-up appearance was that he got caught up in a drug deal gone bad.

12) Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

i think enemies to friends/lovers. my favorite version of this atm is when an enemy has to take care of their beloathed bc an even Worse Baddie fucked them up severely, and the two grow closer in that vulnerable state

13) Are there any tropes you used to like but don't anymore?

not a huge fan off those one-off fluff fics. those were the main thing i would read when i first discovered fanfic as an 11 yr old, but now all i wanna read are the most intense angst fics lol

36) Do you visualize what you read/write?

i mean my answer should be kinda obvious given how much art of my own fics i've made lol. tho i will say i think i visualize stories almost to a fault. in a fic that i've since orphaned, it got absolutely obsurdly long bc i felt like i had to describe everything with as much detail as possible so the audience could picture every moment as clearly as i could see it in my head. trying to get into doing comics is what finally taught me how to keep my writing as tight as possible (though again, i think i do this to a fault now T_T)

[justmybookthots]

This Time It's Real

5/5 stars

I AM SCREAMING. I AM SCREAMINGGGGGG.

You know, I’ve always thought the fourteen-year-old romantic I used to be was dead? But maybe… it isn’t?? How is it that this cute little YA made me feel a gazillion more things than most adult romances? 

Ann Liang, I love you so much. I’m officially a hardcore fan now after I read If You Could See The Sun (which I reviewed) and this book. And there’s another book of hers coming next year (I weep! I WEEP! Why are all the books I’m looking forward to only out next year?) which I will DEFINITELY be reading. I am so excited. 

This book. This book. I am incoherent. I am squealing. And this is coming from a person who hates the fake dating trope, and YET. There is definitely an exception to every rule. Maybe it’s because Ann Liang writes her stories in Beijing, with a Chinese cast and setting (I love the personal rep). Or maybe it’s because Caz, AKA the male lead, is soooooo cute. Oh my gosh. CAZ.

Okay. Okay. Let me get my thoughts together before I spiral. The premise is simple: two Chinese high-schoolers, one an aspiring writer, the other a teenage heartthrob actor, fake-dating. I have to say that Eliza's reasons for needing to fake-date sound very valid, but I wasn't convinced by Caz's. All he gets out of it is… Eliza writing his college applications? There's also another reason—him cleaning up his image because of this "scandal"... which never gets touched upon again later in the story, so I don't count that.  

But whatever. I didn't dwell too much on it, because there are so many things I loved:

Caz trying to make Eliza jealous (LMAO) by going into lurid detail about his kiss scene with a girl and getting disappointed when she doesn't seem to care

Caz getting worked up over a pimple and not going to school

Caz being a vain little shit, period

Caz telling Eliza that he wanted her (for real, and not pretend), point-blank. T_T

Caz helping Eliza find her friendship bracelet 

Eliza trying to jog and getting outrun by an old man

Eliza and her PowerPoint Presentation.

Eliza and Zoe. PLATONIC BREAKUPS ARE HARD, IN A WAY HARDER THAN FALLING OUT WITH CAZ. THIS PARAGRAPH GOT ME:

What Eliza's dad said about girls in romance dramas because it is SO TRUE (for the non-Chinese folk out there, 'jiayou' means to 'keep fighting/going'):

My main complaint about this book is really how it ended. I think that Ann Liang ends her books in a really abrupt way, to the point where I don’t feel I got enough closure. The story just concluded about a chapter after Eliza agreed to be with Caz for real, and then… the end. Listen, I think that the build-up is always the highlight of a romance, but I still would have liked for a bit more closure. At least let me see them on one real, proper date before ending the book! 

(Since I'm on the topic of complaints—this one isn't from me, but from some reviewers: they say that Caz isn’t very different from Henry from If You Could See The Sun but I don’t agree? Henry isn’t anywhere as vain as Caz, and he is definitely academically more brilliant than Caz, lol. I thought they were notably different, and I was quite surprised by it. I actually found Caz somewhat more immature... but I adored him just as much as Henry.)

One final mini-complaint of mine before I wrap up this entry: I don’t think that Eliza’s hangup about being with Caz is ever truly addressed. She frets that, yes, Caz may love her now, but they’ll grow apart like she did with Zoe because she’s always on the road (and he is, too). In the end, she changes her thinking to: yeah, maybe I was just afraid all along that he really never did love me but now I’m sure he does. To me, that’s two completely different concerns, and the first still isn’t solved. 

But of course, this is just me nitpicking, and I can shut one eye about it because the rest of the book was just so, so lovely. If I were to nitpick further, I'd say boys like Caz really do not exist (re: young heartthrobs who are so swoony both inside and outside) but the fiction is fictioning, and that's how I LIKE IT.

And you best believe I will be eyeing Ann Liang’s next book when it’s out. In the meantime, I just need to make sure I make it till 2024. 

- 19 Aug 2023

[leefics]

bonsai | oneshot

excerpt | where a bonsai plant brings you and your husband closer together.

pairing | mafia!namjoon x reader, arranged marriage!au

genre | fluff, extremely minor angst

warning/s | usage of guns and brief mentions of blood

lee’s notes | there weren’t much specifics on this request so i just assumed it’s the same arranged marriage trope as my other mafia aus! hopefully you guys aren't too tired of it yet T_T

word count | 4.6k words

go to | home / navi / m. list

NAMJOON WATCHES AS THE DOOR to his office slowly closes, the last of his meetings for the day finally over.

He lets out a sigh in relief and leans back in his chair, turning it towards the window directly to his right. The glass of the window took up practically the entire wall, giving him a perfect view of the garden outside.

As he scans through the lot, his eyebrows begin to furrow when he spots you crouched down nearby a pot of flowers. While you were free to roam anywhere you'd like, he never expected you to settle around the garden when there was also a library and a music room in the home as well.

He reels his chair back to reach for the telephone on his desk, swiftly dialing the number of the housekeeper.

"Hello?" A familiar voice answers.

"Hi Mrs. Jung, this is Namjoon."

A little bit of rustling is heard from the other end before the lady responds. "Ah, Mr. Kim. Would you be requiring my assistance anywhere?"

Namjoon slowly reels his chair towards the window, gazing at you while you watered the plants. "No, I just wanted to ask you about something. I'm staring outside my window and it seems as though (Y/N) is tending to some flowers in the garden." He explains, "Do I need to hire another housemaid assist you?"

Mrs. Jung lets out a soft chuckle before responding, "Ah, there's no need for that Mr. Kim. I've been doing fine tending to them on my own but Mrs. Kim insists on helping. It seems as though she has quite an interest in helping the plants grow."

Namjoon raises his eyebrows in surprise, "Is that so?" He asks, more to himself.

But, Mrs. Jung, thinking it was addressed to her, chooses to respond. "Yes, Mr. Kim. I have informed her on multiple occasions that I do not require any assistance, but the young lady always tells me she wants to help."

Namjoon simply hums, noticing the small smile on your face as you watered the plants with care. His eyes unconsciously soften at the sight before he quickly snaps out of it, clearing his throat.

"Well, if it is what (Y/N) wants, then feel free to let her be." He says, taking his eyes off of you.

"Alright, Mr. Kim."

Namjoon makes sure to thank Mrs. Jung before he hangs up, diverting his attention back to the papers on his table.

The two of you had been married for over 5 days at this point, yet he couldn't find the time to talk to you after the wedding because of his numerous responsibilities as the leader.

He sighs and takes another glance at you through the window before looking back to his papers, shaking his head.

...

A few days past and you were back in the garden, happily spritzing the plants with as much water as they needed. It was quite a relaxing hobby, especially considering the rather violent nature of your family's business.

You grin when you feel Monnie, the house pet, snuggle into your side. The dog kept you company most of the time ever since you moved in, especially when you realized how fond he was of you.

"Hi Monnie," You coo, swooning at the way he leans onto your hand while you pet him.

He barks towards you, causing you to glance towards your hand. You chuckle when you realize he's referring to the water bottle you were holding. "Aigoo, do you want to get sprayed?"

Slowly, you bring your hand closer to the dog, swiftly spraying him with water. He barks happily, making you let out another laugh. He jumps before running away, a smile on your face as you shake your head.

You divert your attention back to the leaves of the plants, suddenly hearing someone clear their throat from behind you. Assuming it was just Mrs. Jung, you let out a chuckle, knowing she was probably just going to nag at you again.

"Mrs. Jung, I'm telling you, I used to tend to a garden in my former household. You don't need to—"

You pause when you turn around, meeting your Namjoon's slightly intimidating gaze. Your smile falters for a moment before you replace it with a more subtle one as you guide yourself up to your feet.

"Namjoon," You say, licking your lips in nervousness. "What brings you here?"

His gaze slowly eases as he simply gestures behind you, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "I uh—I just saw you from my office and I thought I'd drop by."

Your mouth makes an 'o' shape as you nod, "Oh, okay."

The two of you stand in awkward silence for a few moments before Namjoon clears his head, pointing towards the bottle of water in your hand.

"So, do you need any help?" He asks, causing your eyes to slightly widen.

You blink twice before finally replying, "Y-You want to help me?" You ask, somewhat taken aback.

Namjoon softly chuckles at this before nodding, a small amused smile on his lips. "I have the hour off and there isn't really anything better to do in the house." He explains, "Besides, you seemed to be having a lot of fun."

You slightly blush at his remark, a smile creeping onto your lips as well. "Well, I do need some help plucking out the dead leaves on this plant." You say with a chuckle, pointing towards the pot on the ground.

Namjoon smiles and nods, "Lead the way, then."

You bite back a grin and motion for him to take a seat next to you before you begin to teach him how to carefully pluck off the dead leaves. He simply listens with a small smile, nodding to let you know he understood.

Once you two got into the groove of things, the plants became the main focus of both your attention. You both worked in silence, the sounds of leaves crunching filling the atmosphere.

Namjoon breaks the silence after a few moments, slyly glances your way. "So," He starts, "You said you had a garden in your former household?"

You shyly chuckle before nodding, keeping your gaze on the plants in front of you. "Yeah, it was just a nice way to take my mind off of all the—well, I think you know what I mean." You respond, Namjoon nodding.

"I kind of get it, to be honest." He says, "After awhile, it really just gets suffocating to be in the environment we're in. So, it's nice to have a little escape from it all."

You smile at this, happy to see that you two have a mutual understanding on the topic. "How about you?" You ask, briefly looking at him. "What's your escape?"

You two continue to engage in light conversation, occasionally letting out laughs at each other's remarks. As you both talked, you don't notice Yoongi and Seokjin walk up to the garden entrance, disbelief on both their faces.

"Is that Namjoon? In the garden?" Seokjin asks, blinking.

Yoongi tilts his head to the side before squinting and letting out a chuckle. "It is." He says, amused.

The older member lets out a scoff, a smile forming on his face. "Never in my life did I ever think I'd see Kim Namjoon watering plants in the garden." He mumbles, shaking his head.

As they both begin to approach you two, a pair of hands suddenly stops them, causing the two to turn around.

"Mrs. Jung? Is something wrong?" Yoongi asks, slightly confused when he makes eye contact with her.

The housemaid simply sighs before glancing behind them, watching as you and Namjoon continued tending to the plants. "Unless it is urgent, I think we should leave the newlyweds alone. They haven't spent much time together since the ceremony." She says, a solemn expression on her face.

The two men slowly nod, looking at one another for a few seconds before coming to an agreement. "Well, I guess we can wait awhile." Seokjin says, patting Yoongi's shoulder.

The latter voices out his agreement, making Mrs. Jung let out a small grateful smile. "Thank you two very much. I'm sure Mr. Kim will appreciate your patience later on." She says, making the two others smile.

They bid their goodbyes to Mrs. Jung before they all go their separate ways, the entire interaction complete unbeknownst by the couple.

Meanwhile, you watched Namjoon chop off some stems with a pair of scissors, letting out a soft chuckle at the focused expression on his face. "Here, it's easier this way." You say, moving closer to him to demonstrate.

As you place your hands on the stem, Namjoon slyly gazes towards you, unable to stop himself from admiring how happy you looked as you dealt with the plants. He made a mental note to visit you here more often, seeing as you looked much brighter under the sunlight than under the rather gloomy lights of your home's dining hall.

"—then, you just gently pull it apart." You say, causing Namjoon to snap out of his gaze.

He nods and smiles at you gratefully, "Thank you, (Y/N)." He says, watching as you smiled back before moving back to the plant you were working on.

While you worked, Namjoon glances towards you, thinking of how to start another conversation.

"Does it get lonely?" He asks, glancing towards you after a few moments. "You know, spending time here in the garden by yourself."

You let out a small sigh before glancing towards him, a small smile on your face. "Well, it was when I first moved here," You respond, looking down towards the plant you were tending to. "But, after awhile, I guess I found comfort in it. Besides, I have Monnie to keep me company anyways."

Namjoon lets out a chuckle at this, nodding his head. But before he could reply, his eyes quickly widen when he sees your peaceful expression contort into one of shock.

"Woah, are you alright?" He asks, eyeing you worriedly.

You bite your lip and nod, looking down towards the knife you were using to cut the stems of the plant. "Yeah, I think I just accidentally cut myself."

His eyes travel towards the open wound on your finger, anxiously watching the blood drip out of the wound and onto the ground.

Namjoon sighs and stands up, motioning for you to do the same. "Come on, let's come inside so we can treat it."

You nod and stand up, following him out of the garden and into the house. But, instead of leading you to Mrs. Jung like you expect him to, you're confused to see him lead you towards another direction.

"Oh—aren't we heading to Mrs. Jung?" You ask, blinking.

Namjoon shakes his head at you, putting a hand on the small of your back. "There's no need to, I have some medical supplies in my office." He responds, causing your eyes to slightly widen.

You halt in your steps, making him do the same. "I-I would hate to hassle you over a simple cut, though. I can treat it myself when I finish up downstairs." You reply, a small frown on your face.

Namjoon sighs, "(Y/N)-ah, we're married. Helping you should be on the top of my priorities." He says, motioning for you to continue walking.

You look at him hesitantly, not knowing how to respond. Then, you slowly nod and continue walking, making Namjoon inwardly sigh in relief.

He leads you to his office and walks you inside, closing the door open behind him. "Take a seat on my chair, I'll just get the supplies from the cabinet." He says, giving you a small smile.

"Okay." You mumble before moving towards his chair and sitting down.

You take in your surroundings as you wait, this being your first time in his office since you moved in. The interior was relatively dark, with most of the structures in the room being tall. You subconsciously shrink into Namjoon's leather chair, watching as he stood up from one corner of the room.

He walks toward you and places a bottle of antiseptic on the table together with a cotton swab and a band-aid. When he sees you staring at the objects, he sheepishly smiles. "I've had a fair share of injuries in the past, so I like to just have them here in case something happens." He explains, making you nod.

He leans against the table and grabs the antiseptic before opening the bottle. "You have a nice office." You blurt out, Namjoon letting out a small smile.

"Thanks. I spend most of my time here so I did my best to make sure it was somewhat neat." He replies, eyes trained onto the bottle of antiseptic as he places some onto the cotton swab.

You bite your lip nervously when he puts the bottle on the table and turns towards you expectantly. "Ready?" He asks, looking towards you.

"I guess so," You mumble in response, giving him your hand.

He smiles at you encouragingly, gently placing your hand on top of his which, happened to be slightly larger. The two of you notice the detail, letting out soft chuckles. "You have very cute hands." He teases.

You blush slightly, "Maybe yours are just big." You mumble in response, biting back a smile as Namjoon looks at you amusedly.

"Okay, uh—I think you can put the medicine now." You say after a few moments, eyes trained onto the wound.

Namjoon glances towards you, quickly noticing the nervous expression on your face. "It might hurt a bit but I'll try my best to make it quick."

You nod, taking a deep breath before the cotton swab comes into contact with your wound. You slightly wince, immediately feeling a sting on your hand.

"There you go," Namjoon mumbles, placing the swab on his table.

He fans the wound, letting the medicine dry a bit before wrapping it up with the band-aid. "All done." He says, looking at you with a smile.

You smile back, slowly taking your hand out of his. "Thank you, Namjoon."

...

After your last encounter with Namjoon, the two of you began to spend more time together. From simply greeting one another when you'd see him around the house, you two would now actively converse with one another. He would ask you about your day as he told you about his, sometimes even going as far as inviting you to his office for a quick coffee.

As you two slowly got closer, you thought it would be a good chance to return the favor for the time that he helped you treat one of your wounds. He had been cooped up in his office, clearly stressed about something that was happening in the business. So, to give him a little boost, you decided to bring him one of your favorite bonsai trees from the garden to display inside.

You nervously bit your lip before opening the door and peeking inside, smiling when you met Namjoon's gaze. He smiled back, eyebrows easing when he sees that it's just you outside the door.

"Come in." He says, nodding towards you.

You walk inside, about to close the door behind you when you feel something blocking it. You glance behind the door, chuckling as you see Monnie trying to come in as well.

When you open the door wider, the dog comes running in, quickly jumping into Namjoon's lap. The sight makes you laugh as you close the door behind you.

"So, what brings you here?" Namjoon asks, lightly petting Monnie.

You grin and raise up the small pot in your hands, causing him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. "I got you a little gift." You say sheepishly, watching as his gaze moved from you to the plant in your hands.

"Is that a tree?" He asks, making you let out a chuckle.

"Yes, it's a bonsai tree. I noticed the last time I was here that you didn't really have any plants, so I thought you might appreciate a little friend." You explain, gauging his expression.

Namjoon blinks for a few moments before slowly smiling. "That's very nice of you, (Y/N)." He says, making you smile back.

You place the potted plant on top of one of Namjoon's many cabinets, glancing towards him. "Where do you want to put it?"

Namjoon hums and stands up, letting Monnie run free within the office as he walks towards you. "I think it would be nice to place by the window." He replies, motioning to a specific side of the room.

You nod before lifting it up, smiling thankfully at Namjoon when he helps you move it towards the glass window. The two of you place it in the corner of the room, where the bright greenness of the leaves perfectly contrasted the black wall behind it.

"It looks nice."

Namjoon nods his head in approval, glancing towards you. "The room feels a lot brighter now." He says, "Thank you again."

You sigh in relief, smiling back at him. "No problem."

He opens his mouth, as though to say something else, when suddenly, the phone on his table rings. He glances towards it before looking at you apologetically. "Sorry, just give me a minute."

You nod at him to answer it before crouching down to pet Monnie. Namjoon sighs and walks up to the phone, "Hello?" He asks.

As he hears what the other person has to say, his eyes suddenly narrow. "What do you mean?" He asks, slightly louder than he realized.

This makes you glance towards him, concern beginning to fill your system. You watch as he tightens his grip around the telephone, almost glaring at the ground beneath him.

"Okay, I'll go there now. Just—hello? Hyunsuk-ah?"

When Namjoon realizes the line was cut-off, he curses and hangs up, immediately glancing towards you. "Is everything okay?" You ask, standing up.

He simply sighs and runs his hand through his hair, looking at you with a slightly worried expression. "I have to go, I think someone's trying to trespass the gate." He says, making your eyes widen.

"Wait—trespass, like, someone's trying to come into the house?" You ask, clearly taken aback.

Namjoon looks at you uneasily and nods, walking up to the safe by the couch. "Listen, I'll be right back, okay? I need you to stay here and keep the door locked." He says, grabbing a gun.

You hold in a gasp upon seeing it, hearing Monnie whimper from beside you. You sigh and carry the dog up, hugging him close to your chest as your heart rate begins to speed up.

"I'll try sending one of the members here to guard your door. Let them in when you hear their voice. But if it's someone else, just keep the door locked and call my number, alright?" Namjoon says, his voice a mix between serious and distraught.

You simply nod, "Okay."

Namjoon sees the nervous expression on your face and approaches you, gently placing his hands on either of your shoulders. "Hey, hey, look at me." He says, tone much gentler.

You hesitantly look towards him, feeling the slight warmth of his gaze. "Everything's gonna be alright, I promise. Just stay here and I'll be back before you know it." He says, caressing your shoulders.

You can only nod, Namjoon nodding back before letting go of you. He begins to walk away, pausing at the door when you call for him.

"Namjoon," You say, watching as he turned towards you. "Please be safe."

He lets out a small smile at this, nodding at you before he rushes out the door. You nervously sigh and walk towards it, quickly locking the door. Once you're sure it's locked, you walk back to the couch and take a seat, anxiously waiting.

Monnie senses your nervousness and softly nudges you with his head, making you glance towards him. You let out a smile when you see him gazing up towards you, paw on your stomach.

"We're going to be just fine," You mumble to him, the words directed more to yourself. "I trust him." You say, hugging the pet close to your chest.

You continue to wait on the couch, unable to let your guard down when you have no clue what may happen next. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door, causing your heart to stop.

Monnie barks, jumping off of your lap to defend you from the person outside. You smile at this, petting him on the head before you anxiously glance towards the door.

"(Y/N)-ah?" A familiar voice asks, causing you to sigh in relief.

You walked up to the door and slowly opened it, relaxing when you see Yoongi standing outside the door. He gives you a warm smile before coming inside and locking the door behind him.

"You okay?" He asks, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You nod, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, just a bit shocked," You respond, "Everything just happened so quickly—I didn't have much time to process any of it."

Yoongi nods, patting your shoulder before placing it in his pocket. "Don't worry, we have the man in captive already. They're just bringing him downstairs to the basement." He explains, reassuring you.

You inwardly shudder at his remark, knowing fully well what the basement was for. For obvious reasons, you had never been there yourself. But, that didn't stop you from hearing multiple stories about it—even before you moved in with Bangtan.

"Is Namjoon okay?" You ask, recalling he went down to check on everyone.

"He's fine," Yoongi responds, "In fact, the only reason why he didn't come upstairs himself was because he still needed to speak to the guards downstairs with Jungkook."

When he hears you sigh in relief, a teasing smile creeps onto Yoongi's face. You see his expression and tilt your head, looking at him questionably.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask, slightly confused.

He simply chuckles, "You were worried about him, weren't you?" He asks, making you furrow your eyebrows.

"Of course I was worried, he's my husband, Yoongi." You respond in disbelief.

But Yoongi shakes his head, squinting his eyes at you. "It's more than that though," He says, "Don't think for a second that we haven't noticed how much time you've been spending with our leader lately. Not to mention, the fact that he's always with you in the garden now when he used to shudder at the mere idea of even touching grass."

You blink at this, not knowing what to say. Yoongi sees this and lets out a laugh, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm just saying, it's nice to see that you two seem to finally be getting to know one another. Namjoon needs someone like you to keep him steady." He says, giving you a pat on the head.

You simply smile at his remark when suddenly, before either of you could react, a loud bang is heard from a few rooms away. Yoongi quickly furrows his eyebrows, motioning for you to move away from the door.

"Don't say anything." He mouths to you before pointing to Namjoon's desk.

You swallow nervously and nod, picking Monnie up before quickly taking a seat on Namjoon's leather chair, the table being a considerable distance away from the door. Once Yoongi sees you're seated, he grabs his phone and types a text message before bringing out his gun.

He leans towards the door, trying to listen in for any sounds in the hallway. Then, his phone buzzes. You hold your breath when you see his eyes widen as he accepts the call.

"How did that even happen—no, I'm in Joon's office with (Y/N) right now. Yes, I know, we heard the gun." He says softly before pausing as he listens to the man on the other line.

After hearing what he has to say, Yoongi glances towards you hesitantly and lets out a sigh. "(Y/N)-ah, I'm sorry but they need me in the other room." He says, frowning at you. "I'll be right back, okay? Keep the door locked and don't let anyone in."

"I—" You say before pausing as you noticed the urgency in his expression. "Okay, be careful."

He smiles at your remark and nods before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him. As much as you walk up to the door and lock it, you can't help but sit still in Namjoon's chair, the nervousness taking over your system.

Oh my god—Namjoon. You think to yourself, wondering if he was okay. What if he was hurt?

While you daze out and begin to assume the worst-case scenarios, your hands begin to quiver as the anxiety settles in your stomach.

Unexpectedly, the door in front of you slams open, causing you to shoot up from your seat. Monie whimpers, hiding behind your legs as you both wait for the person to come in.

"(Y/N)? Where are you?" Namjoon asks, making you let out a sigh.

You almost cry from relief when you see him come into the room, watching as his hardened expression softens once he sees you. "Are you alright?" He asks, concern in his tone.

Before you realize it, you run towards Namjoon and tackle him into a hug, burying your face into his chest. He frowns at this, wrapping his arms around your shoulder as he rubs your back.

"I thought something had happened to you." You mumble, causing Namjoon to sigh. "When I heard the gunshot, I just assumed the worst and—"

He cuts you off with a shush, "I'm here now, (Y/N)," He mumbles, "I'm so sorry I had to leave you alone."

You sigh and close your eyes, leaning into his chest while he continues comforting you. After a few moments, once you're more calmed down, you slowly pull away from him, feeling his hands remain on your lower back.

"You're sure you aren't hurt anywhere?" You ask, gazing up at him.

Namjoon gives you a small smile and nods, "Yes," He responds, gazing at you comfortingly. "I'm sure."

You let out another sigh at this, hands dropping to his chest as you shake your head. He sees your expression and gently brings your chin up to face him again.

"The gun didn't hit anyone, don't worry. There was an attempt, but—thank god no one got hurt." He explains, "The moment I heard the gun from downstairs, shit—I just ran up immediately. I thought something might have happened to you."

Upon hearing Namjoon's exasperated words, your heart warms as you as realize he cared about you just as much as you did for him. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck and bring him in for another hug, making him smile.

"Thank you for being here," You mumble, "for checking up on me right away."

Namjoon places his chin onto your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist, "No problem, (Y/N)," He says, "I'm always going to be here to protect you."

As the two of you enjoy one another's embrace, you're cut short from your trance as you hear a familiar dog bark from beneath you two. You and Namjoon both pull away from one another, smiling at Monnie who was looking at you two from the ground.

"Ah, and how could we forget about Monnie?" Namjoon teasingly says, causing you both to let out laughs.

[btsgotjams27]

Hey, congrats on your milestone!!! If your requests are still open I’d love to ask for one 👀 Can I have Yoongi E2L with the suggestion of: "I'm not the villain. I'm not the villain."

yoongi is a grumpy old man who doesn’t want your help.

✨ title: simple, starving to be safe ✨ pairing: wood workshop owner!yoongi x f!reader ✨ genre: enemies to lovers, angst | ✨ rating: m/18+ | ✨ word count: 1.9k ✨ warnings: language, alcoholism, yoongi calls reader sweetheart, yoongi is a mean drunk, yoongi’s veiny hands/arms, kind of bratty reader(?) but deep down she cares for him, kissing, light breast play✨ prompt: i’m not the villain. i'm not the villain. ✨ a/n: rachel! thank you so much for requesting this. it was so much fun to write. i hope i was able to do e2l alright T_T i apologize, i'm not the best at this trope but i hope you like it!

It wasn't hard to miss the highlighter neon yellow sign amongst the sea of white. You usually walk past the handwritten ads outside your local grocery store, but what was written on there caught your attention.

The first line in bold lettering:

Hot guy needs your help.

The second and third lines:

Looking for a social media coordinator and content creator for a small business.

Call Kim Taehyung for more details. Will generously compensate.

"Fucking Kim Taehyung. I'm gonna kill him," Yoongi mumbled. He guessed Taehyung was the one who posted something about needing help with the shop.

Like other small businesses during the pandemic, MYG Studios took a hit. It was thriving with clients and customers, but Yoongi's studio struggled to stay open once companies closed. His savings account was depleting by the day, and there were plenty of days when he thought of letting his shop go, but he couldn’t; it was his baby.

"Um…what?"

"Don't need you, sweetheart. You can go," he waved you off before taking a swig of his bottle of whiskey. Since business was slow, he took up a new hobby while working - drinking.

Sweetheart? Ew. The two of you were practically the same age, and it bugged you when men freely called you pet names.

"Err…you probably shouldn't be drinking while operating heavy machinery," you pointed out, worried that he would become a liability.

You had already inquired with Taehyung about the job and happily accepted the position. You were a micro content creator on TikTok, and your audience was steadily growing, so you knew the ins and outs of what kind of content your followers wanted.

"Why are you still here, sweetheart? I'm sure you have better places to be," Yoongi grumbled.

You didn't have anywhere better to be. The beauty of being a content creator; you are free to set your schedule. "I'm right where I'm supposed to be. Yoongi, right? Look…give me two weeks, and if you don't see an increase in business, then I'll leave you alone."

His eyes flitted to yours, beginning to rake you in from head to toe and back up again. Yoongi snickered, shaking his head. Standing up from behind the machine, he walked towards you, leaning against a table, arms crossed. "How old are you?"

You silently scoffed, not understanding what your age had to do with anything. "Twenty-nine." You could see Yoongi perking up at your answer, like an oh…"Why? How old did you think I was?"

You were older than Yoongi thought you were. By the looks of what you were wearing, he would have guessed the mid-20s. He grumbled something indistinct under his breath. The only thing you could make out was Taehyung's name.

"So…can we start now?"

Even though Yoongi dismissed you several times since your first meeting, you were unrelenting, showing up every day at his studio.

“You’re cramping my style and my business, sweetheart. How many times do I have to tell you to leave?” Yoongi grumbled, taking another sip of his usual glass filled with whiskey. You told him to stop drinking during business hours, but he never listened. He didn’t care what you thought of him; he wondered why you were still around. But you told him to give you two weeks; if he didn’t see any results, you’d be out of his grumpy old hair in no time.

“Business? What business? I don’t see any customers.” You asked, looking around his studio. Everything was pristine because there hadn’t been any customers for weeks. “But after I post this video, I’m sure people will come running.”

You opened TikTok, going to the MYG Studio profile. You compiled a video edit of Yoongi cutting wood, sanding down the board, and staining it. You needed to add music before it was ready to go.

Yoongi didn’t even acknowledge you anymore; he could barely tolerate you if he were honest, a thorn in his side that he couldn’t reach to pull out. And your excitement and perkiness only fueled his hatred and annoyance towards you.

Taehyung, Yoongi’s friend, knocked on his studio door. “How’s everything going? Getting any business?”

“Get her outta here, Tae, before I throw her out.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Taehyung teased, walking over to you.

“When does he not wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” You suggested, with arms crossed, leaning against the wall. It had only been a few minutes since you uploaded Yoongi’s video, but your phone notifications were buzzing noisily by the second.

Flipping your phone over, you had over twenty notifications, and it wasn’t under your TikTok profile; it was under MYG Studios. As you opened the app, there were over a hundred likes for Yoongi’s video edit and at least thirty to forty comments.

“Who is this guy? His hands–the things I’d want him to do to me.”

“Pls sir. Choke me with those hands.”

“Where is this? I need go here and have this guy help me make something.”

“Can you imagine those fingers pumping in and out of my—nvm.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at the comments underneath the video. Now you know precisely what kind of content to record for Yoongi’s TikToks. You handed your phone to Taehyung to show him the thirst over Yoongi’s hands.

Taehyung audibly gasped, covering his mouth. “Hyung—all these people want you to finger them.” The two of you laughed. “Who would’ve known that all it took was hand porn to save your business? Damn–I wonder if these hands will make me money?” Taehyung joked while twirling his hand and fingers.

Yoongi scowled at the two of you. “What the hell are you talking about?” He asked, continuing to sip on his last few drops of whiskey.

You never showed Yoongi the final video before posting it, so you walked to him, handing over your phone. The footage mostly showed cuts of Yoongi working in the studio and focusing on his hands, which were now your most prized possession.

“Take this shit off of the internet, sweetheart. No one wants to see that.”

Snatching your phone from him, you spat out, “No, and make me grumpy.” You found your niche for Yoongi and were excited to make more content.

A month had passed, and you were right; you found your niche with MYG Studios, and the outpour of love and support for Yoongi’s business was insane. It was crazy how one simple video goes viral, and everyone wants a piece of whatever it is; that’s the beauty of social media.

Business was booming for Yoongi, and there were times when you thought he was going soft on you, that maybe he stopped hating your guts for helping his business thrive. But as much as you wanted Yoongi to change, some things never did.

You looked over on a Friday afternoon and saw Yoongi passed out on his work desk, softly snoring in his white tee and the navy apron he was always found in. Shaking your head at him, you continued sweeping away at the mess on the ground.

You set your phone on the work table next to you, waiting for an important call from a buyer who found Yoongi’s video through TikTok. Not realizing how messy his studio was, you kept sweeping until you reached the back room. Unbeknownst to you, your phone started buzzing, an incoming call from an unknown number.

“Yah–” Yoongi softly croaked, clearing his throat. “Yah–” he tried again to get your attention. He poked his head up, wondering where you disappeared to.

Walking back with the broom in hand and confusion on your face, you made a face at Yoongi. “What? Grumpy?”

“Turn off your fucking phone, sweetheart. I’m trying to nap.”

Today was the first day where he had some time off from clients and making new products for vendors. You rolled your eyes at him and walked to grab your phone, setting down the broom to answer the call that was annoying him. “Hello? Yes, this is she,” as the call continued, you couldn’t contain your excitement; it was the buyer on the other end.

When you hung up the call and muffled a scream, jumping up and down in place, Yoongi scowled at you as the grumpy gramps he was. “Yoongi, you have a very important buyer coming to your studio in an hour! I need you to buckle up, put on your big boy pants, and put away your grumpy attitude.”

Yoongi stood up, slamming his hands on the table, making your eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Jeez, sweetheart. You’re such a pain in my ass. I don’t wanna meet them. I don’t care if I go viral on TikTok or make money or become successful,” Yoongi huffed. “Don’t give a shit if I die in this hellhole.”

He didn’t scare you, and he could never scare you. As much as he was annoyed with you or was mean to you, there was an inkling feeling that he did all these things so he wouldn’t become close to others, and a part of you was determined to break down that wall.

You took a stride towards him; this was the closest you’d been near him. And like you expected, he smelled earthy, warm, and reassuring. “Yoongs,” slightly shaking your head, you said, “I’m not the villain here.” You sighed, feeling defeated, "I'm not the villain. I just…I don’t know—I’m invested. I can’t turn my back on you now."

And you were serious about it. You weren’t going to abandon him; it wasn’t about success or fame. You didn’t care about that; you cared about him.

Your eyes darted to his, then down to his apron, noticing a small piece of a wood chip stuck to it; your hand automatically reached to pull it, but Yoongi held your wrist. "Why do you care so much?" He looked into your eyes, hoping to find an answer. He didn't understand why you'd go out of your way to help him.

You shrugged, gently pulling your wrist from his grasp. “What? I can’t care about you?”

“Trust me, sweetheart. You don’t want to. I’m a fucking mess,” Yoongi muttered, reaching for the bottle of whiskey, but you stopped him. Peering at you, he almost wanted to start an argument, but he resisted this time.

You slotted yourself between his legs, your index finger lifting his chin to make him look at you. Yoongi’s eyes were easy to read, and you could see their sadness and hurt. "There are other ways to ease the pain, you know..."

Yoongi gripped your wrist once again. “Yeah? Like what?” He tilted his head, sporting a grin. He knew what you were alluding to, but he wanted you to say it.

You scoffed at his cockiness. Fine, you thought. "Me."

You leaned in, cupping his face, lips crashing into his. It's as if he was trying to resist what he wanted, but he finally gave in. His whiskey breath was hot against yours as he opened his mouth, moaning at the simplest touch of your tongue. His kiss was carnal, animalistic and full of lust. His veiny hands gripped your waist, pulling you in closer against his growing erection.

You annoyed the fuck out of him, but he thought you were so fucking hot when you pushed his buttons. He hated and secretly loved it. His hands slid underneath your sweater, pushing it further to reveal your lace bra.

"Shit–baby." He tugged you closer, burying his face in your breasts, kissing the soft flesh, gently biting your nipple. Through a shaky breath, Yoongi muttered, "This is just sex, and that's it."

"Good—I wouldn't want anything else from you."

[justanotherarmyfangirl]

Dark&Wild (3) The Second Day

You are an interpreter for international idols, but you soon realized their lavish lifestyle came at a cost, and somehow you became the price. The man who came to collect had a special kind of vendetta, and you, so foolishly, sparked his interest.

Here ya go! So much has happened to y/n and it's only the second day oh no T_T

yandere loan shark!Yoongi x blind!reader x bodyguard!Jungkook x idol singer!Jimin x idol rapper!Namjoon x idol singer!Taehyung x detective!Hoseok x detective!Seokjin

TW: 18+ only, violence, guns, hostage, dubcon/noncon touching, reader manipulation, reader is blinded before events that take place in the story, Jimin is an addict, Yoongi is a sadist

---

Surely, they would have called the police by now, you think. 

Your body jostles back and forth as the car drives through a bumpy road. Your shoulder knocks into an arm as you sit sandwiched between two of Yoongi’s men. You keep your hands still on your knees, another right turn, you note as your body is swung to the side and then the road evens out and the car accelerates.

You stay alert, hoping for sirens, wishing for a flat tire, praying for someone to save you... 

“Nothing to say now?” That deep voice asks you, a sharp mocking tone that boils the fear you felt down into white hot anger.

You keep your mouth defiantly shut. The car has to be going at least 100 kmh. How long has it been since you left the hotel? People must be looking for you.

The hotel...

Don’t think of Namjoon, don’t cry. Don’t think of the growing distance between you and them as you move further and further away, being taken from everything you know. Have hope, y/n! Don’t show how afraid you are. Don’t give him the satisfaction.

You have a splitting headache, going on zero sleep and dwindling adrenaline. The car moves at a steady pace, switching lanes. You feel movement in front of your face and you flinch back.

“You can see that?”

“No, idiot. I felt the air moving in front of me-”

A slap silences you again. You feel like crying out of anger now, more than from the sting on your cheek or the fear in your bones. How can this be happening to you? How can they get away with this? 

‘The police will come,’ you think, ‘God, let the police come.’

THE SECOND DAY

Yoongi was a man who planned. He had planned on killing the idol singer, knowing Jimin would not have enough funds to pay him. He had planned a fast exit out of the country. He even had planned for a few hiccups along the way, paying off hotel staff and a few patrol. But he had not planned on you.

“No! Stop!” you shriek, “Help! Help!” You scream as your body is yanked out of the car. 

“Tie her up, Jeon,” Yoongi tells his right-hand-man, Jungkook. Strong hands wrap around your torso as plastic tightens around your wrists. A hand covers your mouth, stifling your scream and a soft voice tells you to be quiet or else. You weren’t scared of what ‘else,’ too terrified of what was currently happening, this was your life you were fighting for, you kick and thrash like a wild cat, but the hard metallic handle of a gun came down swiftly against your skull and the small muted patterns of light left in your vision all turned to black.

---

Soft. Cold. Quiet.

The sheets were soft under you, at least 800 thread count. The room was cold. You had traveled and lived in enough hotel rooms to feel the familiarity of this kind of dry cold. It was quiet, were you alone? Where were you now? Your hands were still zip tied in front of you.

You lifted your hands to your teeth. The plastic was thick, you definitely could not chew through it. A cough interrupts your thoughts as someone clears their throat.

“Where am I?” Your voice came out hoarse and you realized how thirsty you were. How long have you been asleep? Silence. “Answer me.” You find a steadiness in yourself to ask the stranger again.

“Does it matter? You’re with me.”

“And who are you?” you swallow. Who was this cold, distant, quiet man? His voice is so different from before, a deep slow drawl that was almost calming if you didn’t know better. Who was he? A gangster, a criminal…he was a man who clearly had a lot of followers. And how did Jimin get involved with him?

Speaking of the devil, “I’m surprised Jimin or Taehyung never told you about me.” Yoongi spoke in a biting sardonic tone. “But I guess they have to keep up appearances, right?” 

Yoongi stretched his legs and arms, cracking his knuckles. 

He sat in the corner of the room, he kept the lights off. He preferred a dark room, and it wasn’t like you could tell the difference. He leans over, studying you.

“Let me explain what will happen now. You work for me, you belong to me. The quicker you accept that, the better it will be for both of us.” He says, moving closer to you. 

“You’ve really landed yourself into a beautifully lucrative position. I run an international business, you se-” you grind your teeth at his quiet laughter when he backtracks. “I can speak English and some Japanese, but I’ve always hated speaking English. I have wanted a translator for some time now, but people these days, it’s so hard to trust them, I have to be careful with who I surround myself with, you know? But you, you’re perfect.”

You hear him even closer to you, he was probably standing over you now, you think. “My clients’ identities must remain secret, they can’t risk tarnishing their reputation much like our little friend Jimin. I won’t have to worry about bringing you with me, because, well, you can’t see them,” he laughs.

If your hands weren’t tied, you would have tried to punch him, but fortunately for you, you remained still, stuck in your bindings. “If you just do as I say, I’ll treat you much better than those three ever would...I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted. So I won’t have to worry about you, will I?” he asks in a threatening tone, his voice mere millimeters away from you.

“And if I refuse?” you swallow.

“You will do as I say, eventually.” his finger runs along your jaw and you flinch away, but Yoongi makes sure you know you can’t get away from him, gripping your jaw so he has full view of your face and the affect he has on you. “If you don’t want to be my translator, I will just have to find other ways to use you.” His hand runs down your neck, over your breasts-

You yell and knock his hand away with your tied fists. Immediately your hands are pinned and his body weight is over your torso, so crushing and imposing, a testament to how little patience he has for you anymore. “You can’t see, now you can’t move.” His other hand is back on throat, putting pressure on your wind pipe. “And now you can’t breathe,” he laughs. “Stop fighting back an just accept your fate.”

You kick your legs in protest, letting out a muffled grunt as you try to scream.

Yoongi scoffs, letting go of your neck. “Are you stupid? Do you really think you can get away? You have no idea where you even are-”

“I’m in a hotel, right?” you grunt, “A nice one too. Maybe…close to the airport. Trying to leave the country? They’ll find you. Murderer!”

Yoongi laughs dryly. “Who would be looking for me? Ahh…” He shifts over you, weight annoyingly heavy against your lap.

Yoongi pulls out his cellphone, and sets it to speaker as it dials one of his contacts. You struggle against him as he covers your mouth tightly, fingers clamping over your face, nails digging into your cheeks.

“Hello?” Taehyung’s deep baritone voice comes through the speaker.

Tae? You stop resisting, listening intently.

“Were you able to convince them?”

“For now,” Taehyung whispers. “Namjoon is going to tell the company. I…I don’t know what will happen after that, just leave, please.”

You hold your breath. Joon!

“I’m sure for your shareholders’ sake they will make sure things are dealt with quietly, you’ll remind them, won’t you, of the videos I can release if they go to the police?” Yoongi had quite the treasure trove of illicit activities the two singers liked to engage in at his establishments.

“Okay, okay,” Taehyung stutters, hanging up quickly.

The call ends as Yoongi slowly lifts his hand away. “Well? Tell me y/n,” he uses his thumb to wipe away a falling tear. “Who is going to be looking for me...or you?”

The conversation left you reeling. The relief of knowing Namjoon was alive coupled with the devastation of knowing Taehyung was helping this man made you feel sick. Taehyung didn’t even ask if you were okay…

“Do you ‘see’ now?” He emphasizes how helpless your situation is by putting all his weight on his arm, sinking your restrained hands into the bed, his thighs squeezing tightly to your sides. “Can I untie you or are you going to continue to be difficult?”

You hate him. You hate what he’s done, what he’s taken from you. He had ruined not just your life now, but your life before too, the years of friendship you had with the idol felt tainted, and you hate how it makes you feel. “Untie me. Untie me, so I can fucking kill you. Bastard!” you spit, fighting against his hold.

You can’t see the way Yoongi smiles, eyes gleaming down at your restrained body. You are fucking stupid, he thinks, but it’s been so long since Yoongi has had a nice challenge, and such a pretty one too, such a wild one.

“Kill me?” he laughs, leaning down so his body weight lays over your whole frame, burying his head into your shoulder, lips pressed to the column of your neck.

Yes, ‘I’ll kill him,’ you think. You’re going to find a way to kill him and escape, you swear it to yourself.

“If you’re going to threaten me like that,” he inhales deep, teeth raking over your sensitive skin as he speaks, “I guess I’ll have to go visit Jimin, tell him the arrangement isn’t working out…” 

He sighs, resting over you, body weight hot and heavy...suffocating. It’s becoming harder to stay strong in your helpless situation. Why…Why…WHY!? You can only think. Why do you have to endure so much pain in your life? You breathe through your nose, holding back tears, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. 

Yoongi listens to your escalating heartbeat, your short breathes. You’re not very argumentative now, he smirks, grasping what really disarms you.

“And then kill him…” he grunts against your throat. “Because unlike you, I can follow through on my threats.” He moves down your body, pulling at your shirt, lips violating your exposed skin, licking, teasing. You clench your jaw, struggling against him, but gravity is against you and he’s strong and heavy.

He gropes your chest with his free hand, pulling your nipple between his thumb and finger and twisting, harshly kneading your breast.

You bite your tongue at his slow unnerving ministrations until you have no choice but to tell him-

“Stop,” you grit out.

Yoongi rests his chin on your breastbone. “You will be a good girl and behave, won’t you?”

Die. You nod your head quickly, mouth tightly shut.

You feel thin steel slip between your wrists and a pull as Yoongi’s knife cuts your restraints. The bed creaks as his weight leaves you, and the coil inside your chest releases, the twisting in your stomach stops so you can catch your breath. “I’ll get someone to bring you some food.” His voice is cold and distant.

Only when you hear the door click close do you turn on your side and cry.

---

You stumble to the ground, searching with your hands for a tool to use against that man. There is no phone on your bedside table. Only one bed. A window that won’t open.

You run your hand over the desk and dresser. Sugar and coffee packets? A paper cup. Coffee maker, you debate on taking the pot, deciding to keep it there. Papers, some laminated, probably a room service menu. No pen? Where could it be? 

You find the bathroom. Turn on the water, drink from the tap quickly, so thirsty after crying all day. A small bathroom with a tub, your hands rest on the porcelain. You wanted a shower, but you needed to find a way to escape! The sink’s stopper.

You yank on the release lever hard and fast. If you can pull it out, at least you’ll have a weapon, something to defend yourself if that man dares to try to put his hands on you again. You yank and yank, hoping to pull the small rod out.

A knock. Followed by a twist of the handle. You hold your breath.

You give up for now, quickly turning off the water, keeping your back to the wall as you leave the bathroom. The door opens and closes again. You stay quiet, waiting for your new company’s move first.

Strong hands wrap around your wrists and a bag of food is placed in your grasp.

So it’s morning, you realize as you dig inside the bag and your fingers roll over a small egg sandwich. 

“Here’s a water bottle,” he puts the cold plastic bottle against your stomach until you take it as well.

“Who are you?” you ask the softer voice, “Who is that man you are working for?”

“Eat.”

“No.” You throw the bag on the ground along with the bottle and cross your arms.

Jungkook sighs. “If you don’t eat it Mr. Min will just force you, and I would assume you don’t want that to happen.” He picks up the food and puts the bag back in your hands. “Eat. We’re going to leave soon.”

“Where?”

“Back to Korea.”

“Seriously? Where? Seoul?” 

“I can’t tell you that. Just eat.”

“You’re okay with this? Kidnapping me? For some stupid debt?!” you yell. 

The voice stays silent. This man sounded at least reasonable and not a huge vindictive ass like, ‘Mr. Min.’”

“You were the one who chose-”

“He was going to murder my friend, you really think I had an actual choice?”

“Well it's done now, so eat.”

Eat, how are you supposed to eat?! You’re a prisoner, a pawn in some sadistic man's game.

You fall to your knees, limbs shaking. Your hands search over the carpet until you find the man’s pants leg, gripping the ends as you plead with him, “Please let me go, please!” You cry, refusing to let go of Jungkook’s legs. “I have money…saved…I could give you for your help...please.” The money you had saved for years for your eye surgery, were you willing to give it to this man for your freedom?

His only response was to eat before the food becomes cold. “-and don’t offer anyone money again, they will take it from you and beat you for trying to escape.” Jungkook says solemly, dropping the bag back into your lap and leaves you to cry again.

-

Jungkook came back again once preparations to leave were ready. He found you in the same spot with dried tears on your face. He grabs the crumpled bag from the floor and looks inside. Good, he thinks, you ate.

“Who is it?” you whisper.

“It’s me, call me Jeon.”

“Please, don’t do this, Jeon,” you whimper. He pulls at your shoulders to help you stand. “Wait! Let me talk to Mr. Min, please!” You make yourself heavy so Jungkook can’t move you.

You hide your hand behind your back, gripping the tiny metal rod tight in your hand, thumb against the stopper's top.

“He’s busy, come with me.”

“N-No.”

Jungkook sighs, grabbing your elbow. You struggle in his hold, digging your heels into the carpet. You have to make a choice, here or once you leave the room, what’s the right choice?!

He lets out an exasperated grunt and his body twists away from you. Is he reaching for what you suspect? Is this the last chance you’ll have?!

Time is precious, it ticks away, leaving you with another regretful moment, another chance to escape gone.

His chest, his neck, those are the places you should aim for. Or maybe his leg? His arm? A place to shock him enough so you might grab his weapon. What should you do?! Time is ticking!

“Shit!” You pierced Jungkook’s shoulder with the metal rod, pulling it out quickly and drawing your hand back again to stab him again. Jungkook is quicker, he is used to pain, used to people trying to kill him, he holds your wrist twisting it. You grip his gun in your other hand, yanking it as your bodies fall. 

Jungkook grunts, laughing, holding his torso up with his arms. “You’re…going to get yourself killed.”

Blood drips from Jungkook’s shoulder onto your cheek. “A dead translator doesn’t sound like much of a good deal,” you cry, wrists held down by Jungkook, gun pointed to the wall instead of where you wanted.

“If you don’t stop, he’s going to make you wish you were dead.”

“I already do!”

Jungkook laughs, “No, you don’t, y/n…” Jungkook whispers your last name, then says your address back in Seoul, and then, as his blood steadily drips onto your face, he shocks you by reciting your old family address and your parents’ names, your siblings’ names.

How...how?

D-Did Taehyung...d-did he...

He grabs the pistol out of your limp hand, and the bloodied rod as well. Standing up, he throws a small booklet onto your frozen body. Your passport.

Jungkook felt bad for you, it was hard not to. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. “Get up.”

---

Jungkook was gone, Yoongi was gone. You were being yanked by some other stranger into an elevator, into an echoing garage, into another foreign vehicle. You followed silently, too afraid to speak, scared of what you would sound like, unable to mask your fear and loneliness. When you stepped onto pavement, pulled along until your hand was placed on a railing, you walked slowly hoping to buy time, registering your surroundings.

There was a loud booming noise around you, the steel railing heated by the sun. How is this possible? How did that man manage to get a plane, bypass airport lines and security? ‘Mr. Min,’ has his own plane? Was there really no way out of this maze of horror? You were about to be trapped in the air with these criminals, out of the country of their crimes, leaving any hope for justice behind.

You can’t believe it. You don’t want to believe it.

You stop halfway up the stairs. Hands push you to advance, harsh words behind you telling you to move. You grip the railings, crouching down. You’re hit, so you cover the back of your head, lying across the stairs until hands wrap around your torso lifting you up. “NO. NO!”

Where are the flight attendants, the captain? Can’t they see something is wrong! 

You’re dropped inside the cabin and this time they were ready, placing a handkerchief over your mouth, the rancid smell knocking you out before you can scream again.

-

Another bed, another place. The steady hum of the cabin and the small stiff mattress reminds you of where you were. There was no escape here. Your arm knocks into soft suit jacket fabric. “Who are you?” you whisper, hoping it was neither Mr. Min or Jeon.

Yoongi crosses his arms, looking over to Jungkook, who keeps a keen eye on the pair of you. You tried to escape, Yoongi knew you would try, he didn’t expect you would stab one of his men in the process. Perhaps he should have expected it, he thinks, you continue to prove to him you’re a fighter. He catalogs your latest rebellion, adding it to the tally of things he has learned about you.

You, like him, are resourceful and quick thinking. He might even rescind his first judgement and call you clever, if you weren’t so reckless.

Your TV appearances he had watched showed you were a skilled interpreter, video footage of you walking alongside the idols from public appearance to public appearance revealed to him your quiet strength around others.

Now, your hospital records painted a different picture of you. Yoongi knew all about you now. So when he looked down at you, noticing the anger creasing your brow, the defensiveness shoot up all around you, he understood why, and for him, the why provided a way to finally break you.

“What would you say would be a fair price to pay for hurting one of my men?”

He adds in your silence, “C’mon, I’m giving you an option to negotiate, since this is your first time.”

You swallow, sitting up, moving as far away from his as you can. “What would you think is fair?” you spit out.

You feel a finger poke your shoulder. “I would say an eye for an eye, but…”

You dig your nails into your palms. “So funny,” you say dryly.

“What’s funny was that spectacle on the tarmac. You still think you can just run away from this? It’s childish, it’s stupid, and embarrassing-”

“What do you want from me?!”

“I already explained that to you, a little cooperation would be a nice start.”

“You’re insane,” you spit out.

“How about this, you prove to me you’ll cooperate, and I’ll make sure…Jae? Jayce? Jake? What’s his name? I’ll make sure your ex husband pays for what he did to you.”

“...Stop.”

“What? He’s out of prison, did you know?”

“Shut up,” you mutter.

“Don’t tell me to shut up.”

“Stop then.”

“Don’t you want revenge?”

How did he learn so much about you? You feel exposed, vulnerable, wounded. How does he know about your ex, how does he know him?! You parents, your address, what else does he know!

“S-Stop.”

Yoongi licks his lips, turning to his guard. “Jeon, how’s the arm?”

Jungkook stands up. “It’s fine, it wasn’t that deep.” You turn your head towards Jungkook. Yoongi doesn’t like the way your face lights up hopeful. He drapes his arm over your shoulder, knuckles knocking into your cheek to get your attention.

“Did you plan that for me? Were you hoping it was me instead?” he whispers tauntingly in your ear. “You’re lucky it wasn’t,” he says, a warning tone laced through his taunts. He interlaces your fingers with his free hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, running each finger over his mouth and then holds out your hand towards his guard. “Apologize to him.”

Jungkook takes your hand, helping you out of the bed. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move after he’s helped you. You stand in front of each other awkwardly. You’re sure Min loves the tension you’re experiencing. Your hands reach for Jeon’s shoulders, running along his arm until your find the place you stabbed him, He is wearing a thick jacket, new without a hole, covering his bandages. You wonder how he’s feeling over this entire situation. Does he agree with Mr. Min, does he think you deserve to be stabbed too. If only he would say something, do something. Because you can’t see his expression, apart from his stiffness you have no idea how he’s reacting. So you move your hands to hold his face, fingers lightly touching the corner of his lips, running over his forehead. “I’m sorry.” 

“You’re forgiven,” he says in a monotone voice, masking any emotion, but your hands held his cheeks, felt the tight clenching of his jaw and the frown pulling at his lips, you tried to understand him without the words to ask him, you really tried, but you didn’t know whether his detachment was a response to you or Yoongi or if this was just who Jeon was.

“Leave us.” Jungkook moved away, his warmth leaving the tips of your fingers. “Come here, y/n.” You did not want to turn around, you did not want to be near him or alone with him. You clenched your fists by your sides.

You reached in front of you, hands hitting a curtain sheet. You must be in a small luxurious private jet, this man had wealth. You reluctantly move backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed as you cautiously you sit down. 

“Lie down.”

“I would rather sit,” you swallow.

“I said lie down.”

You want to scream. Instead you slowly lower yourself down, hands clasped on your stomach. You felt like a cadaver being offered up to Yoongi’s scrutinizing gaze. He reaches for your closest arm, pulling the hand to his lips. He places the palm against his lower jaw, you feel it move as he speaks. “Does it help you to remember if you touch someone’s face?”

“No,” you pause. “It’s been a long time since I was blinded, I don’t remember faces clearly anymore.” You run your finger across his high cheekbone and over his nose. “I can’t really picture your face doing this, it’s not a thing blind people do I just wanted to-” you run your fingers over Yoongi’s eyelids, tempted to gouge out his eyes, “-see if he really accepted my apology,” you lie.

“When you’re with me and I can’t speak to you, we need a way for you to know who I am.”

You sigh, trying to pull your arm out of his grasp, but Yoongi won’t let go. “Tap my hand in a pattern?” Yoongi taps you with his middle finger twice, then his pointer finger, then his middle finger and pointer finger again. 

“Like that?”

“Sure.”

“It’s Yun in morse code. Do you know morse code?”

“When I was a child, it’s been so long. Why Yun?”

“I’ll teach it to you. For my first name, Yoongi.”

You nod, biting your tongue. His name is Min Yoongi. The man you’re going to kill if it's the last thing you do.

Yoongi lets your hand fall down, placing it palm up above your head. He taps a series of letters into your palm.

“S K? South Korea?”

“No, S T A-” he taps again.

“-Y. Stay.” You frown. It was a command, like you were a dog. “How much longer until we land in Seoul?”

“Who says we are going to Seoul?” he says mocking, “We are making a stop before then.”

“What? Where?!”

“How is your Thai?”

You frown, “Conversational.”

“Good,” He murmurs, “if you impress me, I’ll make sure all your things from your home are collected, but if you try anything and ruin this deal for me, you will regret it.”

You tap on his hand.

“Still making threats?”

You yank your hand away after tapping die, turning your back to him, hugging your legs close to your body. Yoongi did not react, he probably found you unthreatening and pathetic now, you think bitterly.

God, you’re going to find a way to escape. Namjoon is alive, he will do the right thing, you know he will.

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Turbulence roused you from your pretend sleep. The curtains click open and shut.

“I brought you clothes to change into.” You feel the fabric Yoongi places in your lap, reaching over to touch Yoongi’s sleeve, feeling the same material. “Need help?”

“I’m not a child!” you snap. “I can change into my own clothes. I’ve been doing it all my life,” you huff, standing up. You hear Yoongi let out an irritated scoff. “Can I have some privacy?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Yoongi jeers, waiting for you. You can feel his eyes on you and it makes your skin crawl. 

“I’m not going to change in front of you.”

“Yes, you are. It’s your own fault I can’t trust you alone, so hurry up. It can just be me, or I can open the curtain and it can be everyone,” he says lowly.

You exhale. Just endure, get off this plane, get away from him. And find a way to escape. You inspect each article of clothing with your fingers. A blazer and pants, a button up. You touch delicate lace, run your hands over underwire. He can’t possibly be serious.

Just pretend he’s not there. But Yoongi is, with all his attention on you, you hear the bed dip as he takes a seat and you feel sick.

“Don’t look at me.”

“I’m not.”

This fucker is lying to you, you can hear it in his cheeky tone. 

Calm down and just get it over with, y/n. You’ve had stylists help you with your clothes before. Backstage at shows showing skin is commonplace. Just think of this as a job (for an employer you’re being forced to work for). You hate him.

You turn your back to where you suspect he’s sitting, pulling your shirt over your head. You bend to the side to search for the offending garment of clothing, and it just so happens to hover right into your hand. You yank the bra out of Yoongi’s grip, trying to calm your breathing.

“I can do it myself,” you hiss, undoing the strap of your bra.

“I know,” he says cockily, gruffer that before. Just do it quickly, y/n. Don’t let this bastard have a free show of you. 

You quickly switch into the clean bra. “It’s red.” 

‘I didn’t fucking ask,’ you think. He’s obviously taking immense joy in your discomfort.

You pull on the new shirt, buttoning it close in record time. Then you take another deep calming breath, unfastening your pants. You turn back around to face him, trying to minimize showing any part of you as you bend down. Yoongi doesn’t help you find the rest of the lingerie set, and part of you suspects he moved the lacy underwear just to fuck with you as your hand roams over what’s left of the clothes until you find it.

You cover yourself quickly, trying to balance yourself as you put a leg through the slacks as the plane sways. 

Turbulence kicks up at the most horrible moment, making you fall forward. You brace yourself against Yoongi’s chest, your legs tangled in the slacks. He steadies you, hands on your exposed hips, way too low, acting too comfortable holding your body.

You try to push away as the cabin shakes, the plane dipping low suddenly. You fall onto him, straddling his knee, the intimate position stirring something unpleasant inside of you, tightening your already tense body in places you don’t want to think about as his thigh jumps up into you.

Yoongi watches you struggle against him. “Here,” He places your hands on the top of his shoulders as he pulls your pants up the rest of the way. He doesn’t zip them up, instead he grabs your belt, looping it through your pants, he reaches behind you and tucks the end of your shirt under your pants, taking an opportunity to grip your ass each time he reaches under. Until he’s at your front, placing his hand in between your legs briefly, finger running over your center, confirming what he sees in your stuttered breathing, head bowed low as you try to hide away from him. He pulls on your pants when he buttons them, bringing you even closer, tightening your belt with another jerk that has you jostling against his body.

You wanted to press your legs together to stop what ever feeling his touches had started within you. You hate him, why couldn’t your body act the same way? 

Yoongi repositions your collar over your jacket, buttoning the rest of your shirt to hide away your cleavage. “All done.” He breathes, hands still holding your sides firmly instead of pulling away, thumbs pressing into your skin, moving under the curve of your breast. You take a shuddering inhale, exposing another moment of weakness to him again. The cabin shakes and the seatbelt warning dings over and over again as Yoongi drags his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Sir-”

“What!” He snaps at one of his men checking in on him. To his subordinate it looked like you had Yoongi wrapped in some act of seduction as he looked up at you reverently, but it was Yoongi who had you obedient with only a few calculated gestures.

“They advised us to take our seats and buckle up,” he says, looking away. You move, stumbling backward, reminding yourself where you were. Who you were surrounded by, who the monster Mr. Min was.

“Take a seat and behave yourself,” he says, standing up. You felt shaky, unstable in more ways than one. You don’t retort back. The skin on your bottom lip tingles and you can’t decide if you want to rip the skin off.

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