#oh also if anyone cares. the interior decoration of the design sucked. like it was absolute complete shit.

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forgot to tell y’all. i went to a halloween party last night!!

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[very long post featuring a food truck turned tattoo ot3 au with mentions of former gang involvement, paying off loans, and carceral system including parole]

toby, instead of a cooking school for kids, works with incarcerated people and recent parolees. eliot has history with bike gangs and didnt snitch on anyone, but he always kept clean; they could never pin anything on him except some low level nonviolent crimes. eliot went through the program while doing time. he had a little bit of savings he kept aside, plus what he made working with toby after getting out. he got a dinky used food truck with all he had.

because the truck was bought rundown but cheap, he needs to take it in a lot to the shop closest to his mcsweetens. the best mechanic they have for a truck like that is parker. when she meets eliot, she squints and asks, hey dont i know you? and eliot flips through his mental rolodex and places her: sterling your parole officer too? which shes like oh yeah! that guy sucks right? so, about your truck blah blah. (she has had a hard life, in and out of juvie and foster care growing up for general nonviolent thievery. sterling nearly had a blood vessel burst in his forehead when she told him she got a job at a mechanics shop; she just smirked at him and said that her carjacking days were when she was a minor and hence, sealed.)

eliot puts out good food consistently until eventually, he gets traction and then he gets included on a show like diners, drive-ins and dives. his food truck gets HOT to the point that he can expand to a second truck, which parker offers to help him shop for it so he doesnt end up with another clunker. eliot is like, isnt that bad for business? and parker gives him a look and thats how eliot knows its real friendship between them. he may also kinda sorta maybe be attracted to her, but hes desperate for friends and also eventually she mentions having a guy in her life, so eliot doesnt bother.

then, a few years in, it may be ambitious with two (very busy!) trucks already out, but toby is willing to put in seed money for eliot to open up a brick and mortar, where eliot can have more freedom to experiment with his menu. eliot takes him on even as parker complains that he should replace his first truck first.

her suggestion comes back to haunt eliot when the truck dies right after hes signed the lease for the building. he feels DOOM but parker suggests that he can save on interior design by using the old truck parts for decoration. for all the years of steady customer devotion, she will chop it up for just the cost of materials and even that will be at retail price. which. feels like love really really deep camaraderie right there! (i think nate and sophie are used car salespeople who also have the side hustle of selling used parts, so they are parkers source for fixing the truck plus who she brings eliot to for the second truck)

it's a big expense to replace the truck and start up the business at once, but... eliot had a vision. he takes on loans which gives him a lot of anxiety, but its okay! his businesses continue to be successful, he can make his payments, and overall, he feels settled financially. so while not everything is smooth sailing, he's just really proud of what he's done and he wants to maybe have that reflected with how he relates to his body maybe. so. to celebrate paying off one of the loans and/or hitting an important anniversary of some kind, he wants to confront the fact that hes been wearing long sleeves since hes turned his life around because he has tats from his gang and prison days. it fits a marketable aesthetic, but he wants to move on.

he knows parker has a few tattoos of various quality: random things like a herseys bar and toucan sam. but her newer ones she's got since hes known her are very good, including a stuffed bunny toy on her thigh and (lately) her favorite tools down her back. he asks for who did, and she excitedly sends him to nana divine's tattoo parlor and piercing.

looking through the artists at nana's, he comes across a photo that stops him dead. its a gorgeous photo of sleeves: from the shoulders, citrus spills looking so plump and ready to eat in vibrant yellows, reds, whites, and greens on black skin. the fruit and leaves transform into circuit boards at the person's wrists. (alec, btw, has plans for an elaborate fandom space themed back piece; he has the outline for the enterprise already. also, on his legs he gets flashes by favorite artists plus newbies at nana's parlor who need to work on people flesh)

eliot sees that while the artist he was looking at (an alec hardison) didnt tattoo those specific tattoos, he did design them for himself. they... are gorgeous. and they inspire eliot like nothing else hes seen, and alec has done similarly thoughtful designs on light skin as well, so he's versatile. he says hes willing to do cover ups AND he prefers to work on large pieces/collections, and eliot is like yes. okay. okay. perfect.

eliot makes an appointment with alec, who is just so friendly and nice. hes younger than eliot expected considering his skill, but alec has been around nana's so long as her foster kid that he's moved past apprentice early. eliot talks about himself, more than he usually does with strangers. says how he is now a chef, and he wants to get vegetables and herbs, maybe some kitchenware or even truck/engine stuff if alec needs filler.

eliot says he is thinking just the arms and upper chest and shoulders since thats the most people see, since he wants to wear tank tops. he wants alec to plan it all at once.

(alec during this first meeting is straight with him: i dont recognize a lot of these, maybe cuz youre from way out of town. I won't refuse taking you on for this, but I need to know now if any of these support fascism or white nationalism. eliot sputters absolutely not, man. the fuck. which is nice! for sure!)

this is a dream scenario for alec, who is in love with the idea and likes the challenge of including coverups as part of the plan. he works not only with eliot for reference shots, but with parker. (parker, who he met because she has gotten her recent pieces from nana and who he has settled into a FWB situation, which slowly slowly slowly is progressing into Friends With Romance as parker warms up to him at a measured pace. parker helps with the engine stuff obviously. parker is very excited to work on something for eliot, who is happy to have her involved too.)

alec gets super into drawing the map for eliot. and then during his spare time, just.... keeps going on his tablet. he makes a separate copy of the file and just doodles the rest of what would be eliots chest and his back and down to his upper thighs,, and while alec's on the legs might as well keep going. it's a masterpiece that would take years and a fuck ton of money to complete. but obviously alec would definitely not show this because that's not fair and not what eliot asked for. this is just for alec.

when alec and eliot are doing a sit down to discuss the draft on alecs tablet, eliot is like wow. fuck this is. amazing. he asks if alec can print out a copy since he's more of a paper guy, so alec calls over shop grunt bre to print it out. hes like, theres the one that's flat and a separate file that's warped to a body, make sure to get both. when she comes back and hands eliot the paper, he goes silent.

and alec is like something wrong? and eliot turns the paper over to reveal that bre accidentally printed out alecs doodles for a full body map. its... honestly, a masterpiece. there would be a garlic braid down eliots spine. across the chest would be a "statement necklace" of chefs knives. his arms carry a bounty greens that he uses for his main recipes. theres the hint of machinery but also brick peeking out from strategic places, and its just beautiful.

alec is so absolutely embarrassed and guilty and he apologizes so hard. but eliot is like. so. i'll pay you for the full design hours. ill need to work out a budget thatll be extended over time so obviously no way this can be right away, even if we could fit it all in quickly with your schedule. you should probably make sure the design works with the rest of my tats but.... fuck man, eventually i want this all. i never would have thought to ask for this but... you have time to walk me thru it all? i can come in again if... alec is like omg yes.

eliot and alec spend a lot of time together. parker, knowing her two favorite people are together, join them when she can to hang out. eventually, eliot just starts asking parker when she's free to make sure if he has a session, she can join. alec makes a group chat for coordinating that quickly becomes chaos, memes, and begging eliot to come over to alecs to cook for them before they die of scurvy.

and as i said, eliot realizes two or three years like, fuck, i... i... really like this person @ parker. he wishes it was just wanting to have sex with her but nope, he's all i wanna kiss her and cook her breakfast. BUT he values their friendship too much to follow up on those feelings. and then he meets alec, and then he meets alec and parker, and eliot spends all this time with them, and eliot falls deep. plus, he doesnt want to make alec uncomfortable with his attraction to either him or parker, so eliot just tries to bundle it all up.

but theres only so much they can play themselves. i am not sure of the exact moment things tumble over for the three, but they do. they do, and they confess. parker makes sure to tell eliot that duh, of course she wanted him. like:

parker: okay but I clearly came onto you like. Years One and Four and you just weren't interested

eliot: ....what. no.

parker: yes i did

eliot: no, you didn't

alec: i distinctly remember her checking in around that time your two's Year Four about potential open relationship stuff if there was someone she really really liked.

eliot: absolutely not

parker then reveals she had asked eliot what she should order from the food truck sometime in Year One, thinking it was a very clear sign of interest and trust, and Eliot got the trust part of it, and fed her something delicious and even created a dish after he bought the storefront that exactly suited her tastes, but no, no he did not detect """"interest"""" at that or any other time.

eliot, turning red: hey! that aint nothing! how was i supposed to know!

parker: it worked on hardison

alec: damn eliot you could have been in this (points between eliot and parker) and maybe eventually this (points between all three) years ago

parker: so sad you didnt read the very clear signs 😔

eliot: (lip twitch)

and they have fun and alec keeps working on eliots tats with parker chilling in the room. eventually, once alec is Finally Done, he brings eliot to tat conventions for awards/display, which he of course wins. by then they are all together to the point of basically being married so there's a bit of, Look At My Beautiful Babe Who I Love. (eliot cannot help but preen a little.)

eventually, eliot gets alec to sign his canvas with his initials plus parker's, since she helped and because Eliot Is Like That, and ill just let you guess where those ended up 👀

[xuxishortcake]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you are an undercover agent, still fairly new at the job & on the search for two notorious con men, who might be part of a gang in the mafia. it's your job to figure out what's going on but oh my, are they more dashing than expected.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : switch!reader sub!jungkook dom!taehyung smut , cursing, forced into s*x , cream pie , fingering , blowjob , double penetration

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3k

hello everyone! this officialy my second fanfic I've written, so pardon if there are any mistakes, grammar errors, etc. feedback is appreciated greatly! hope u love the fic!! ^_^

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you wore a black suit that was nicely tailored to your body. you were driving around in San Francisco because you were assigned to work there for the day. all you knew so far was that you were after two con men who might've been involved in serious Mafia activity. you kept your ears on alert, waiting for more information from your agency. finally, you got an incoming call on your watch.

"hello?"

"hey y/n, it's seulgi. so I've found the house you need to go into, it's in the Presidio Hights neighborhood. I'll send you the full address. " *ding* came in the address & seulgi continued on. "the two men are Korean with the names Jeon Jeongguk & Kim Taeyhung. remember, be careful, we have no idea what these two are capable of, there's evidence pointing to them being in the Seo-bang Faction group."

"don't worry," your replied. " I might be one of the newer agents, but I've been taught well. "

"ok. we're counting on you. we have backup, but it'll take about 10minutes to get to the mansion since we don't want them to discover us. "

"gotcha. I'll call once I'm done." & you hung up the phone.

you pulled out the message with the address, put on your navigation system & started driving towards your destination.

thirty minutes later, you arrived & parked nearby the grand mansion you were to go inside of. you scouted far away with a special type of glasses to find an entry way. there was easy to open windows on the second story & you made your way to the mansion. going through the window, you stepped onto the plush, maroon colored carpet. finally inside, you walked as quietly as you could, your shoes were designed anyways to be as quiet as possible but it was better to be safe than sorry. it was surprisingly quite minimalistic with decor, the decor itself though being very ornate. you looked down the interior balcony. a grand set of marble stairs led up to the second floor & third floor. you started walking up to the third floor, there were some pretty expensive looking paintings leading up. finally reaching to the top, you walked down the long corridor. checking in each room if there were any signs of life. no luck. where in the hell were they? could it have been possible they knew somehow someone was coming & left? the final room you were about to check was the biggest, the master bedroom. the first thing you took notice of was the huge espresso colored canopy bed with a velvety crimson bed spread. there were also a few shelves with gold items & books on them. you looked through them all, to see if there was anything hidden but there was nothing. you checked in the huge bathroom, nothing. just a beautiful & large bathtub & joint sink. puzzled, you sat on top of the bed. you hadn't a clue what to do next. there weren't any new messages from the agency, so the two must've been in the house somewhere. you started to feel a sudden wave of drowsiness wash over you. was it because of the jet lag? no, this isn't normal. it was probably sleeping gas. you were now barely able to keep your eyes open & saw two figures walk into the room. {shit.} you thought, & blacked out.

what seemed to be hours later, you slowly started to regain consciousness. you were calling out to your watch to call your agency & nothing happened. you now realized you were tied to a chair & stripped of gadgets, weaponry & even your own clothes. you started to turn your chair around the room to find if there was anyone around. in came from the corridor & into the bedroom the two men you were supposed to find. they both were nicely tailored, as to be expected but the thing that had caught you off guard was their visuals. the two seemed to be in their twenties & were very, very good looking. they sat down onto a sofa that was across from you, both staring intently into your eyes.

"well," said the one with particularly long eyelashes "are you going to start talking or no? "

"yeah, we're not waiting all day for an answer. " vocalized the other, looking you up & down.

you felt absolutely mortified. not only were these men goddamn gorgeous, but you were only in the pair of black lace underwear that was concealed underneath your suit, which was now in a bundle in the corner of the room.

"I was sent here to investigate the two of you."

"by whomst?" asked the one with the long eyelashes.

you stayed silent. if these men were really part of the Seo-bang Faction group you could never let them know where you worked at, for your whole agency could be in grave danger.

"still not trying to talk hm? bring out the gun, jeongguk."

your eyes widened, trying to maintain a calm face. jeongguk went out of the bedroom. a few seconds later, he came back in with an old fashioned looking pistol, handing it over to taehyung. taehyung cocked the gun.

"now tell me, with WHOM are you working for? " he spoke watching intently.

"I'm not going to tell unless you tell me about yourself first." you retaliated.

"oh well, suit yourself." he pointed the gun & pulled the trigger.

your eyes we're closed shut & you were sweating bullets until you realized that you were still alive.

taehyung was chuckling. "oh my, you should've seen your face then, it was priceless i tell you, priceless."

"are you going to kill me?" you asked, clearly shaken.

"oh trust me, he could have" jeongguk interjected "we already knew someone was coming here, we just wanted to have some fun. there are no bullets in that so there wasn't any way to kill you with it. "

"aren't you concerned I'm trying to report about you two? your members of that gang no? "

"haha, no. I can assure you we are just simple, cunning assholes, who like to do frauds, maybe a few scams here & there, but we're not involved in some huge Mafia group."

"do you expect me to believe you?"

"yes, I guess. after all, what else can you do now that you're stuck here?"

"so...what do you want from me then?" you asked.

"like I told you, fun."

"what do you mean exactly? "

"to put it simple, a real fun, hot fuck. we haven't had one of those in a while. sure, you can get a prostitute & we have no problems getting any person that we want, but this, this is much more interesting. " jeongguk said smirking, crossing his arms.

"if you do it, we'll let you go. "taehyung added, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

what the hell were you supposed to do in a situation like this? sure, you had been in difficult situations before, but not like this. this....what were you supposed to tell your agency? you were forced into sleeping with two men who were possibly in the mafia? there had to be another way out of it...

"listen, unless you have super powers & can magically weasel yourself out of very tight rope, there's no other way for you to get out of this. " taehyung said almost as if he could read your mind. "so is it a yes?"

you gave a slow nod.

"hmmm, ok great. well, not that you had much of a choice anyway but I promise you won't regret it. " taehyung stated confidently. "jeongguk, untie her."

& he untied you. rubbing your sore wrists, you looked up at the man who untied you. god, he really was good looking.

"so, what now?" you asked slowly standing up.

"we need to know three things." said jeongguk. "one, are you dominant or a sub, or both? two, what is your safe word? I know technically what we are doing isn't legal, but it's no fun if you're uncomfortable and lastly, three. can you take two cocks at once? "

"I'm a switch, & hell, I bet I could take two. for a safe word...." you looked around "gold."

"ok cool, let's get started then." jeongguk said while pushing you onto the bed.

taehyung stood up from the couch & walked over. the two now standing over your smaller frame, like two foxes staring at their prey hungrily.

"you suck on him." said taehyung pointing at jeongguk. "I'll take care of you."

jeongguk started to unfasten his belt & you, still on the bed turned so you were horizontal,in a dog position. only pants down, you palmed him through his boxers. you finally pulled them down & revealed his half hard on. he was in your hand & you gave a few quick strokes & took him in vigorously. he let out a low groan, you could feel him already growing in your mouth & started to move while you were sucking. he put his hand on your head, keeping you at a steady pace. meanwhile, taehyung was behind you, on the other side of the bed, palming your ass. the feeling of the cold rings on his fingers squeezing your flesh made you gasp. he traced his fingers over to your underwear & pulled them to the side. he ghosted over your slit, collecting some of your wetness onto his fingers. gently, he prodded a finger up your pussy. slowly moving it, in & out & added another one. you moaned, vibrating against jeongguk's cock.

"oh shit, do that again." he said head thrown back a bit, holding onto your head tighter.

taehyung inserted another finger; now three fingers were knuckle deep into you. you could hear how wet you were by the way your pussy was squelching. you had muffled moans for jeongguk kept your mouth full. you had difficulty not crumbling under taehyungs touch, his hands working like magic. he pulled out of you & you whined, desperately clenching around nothing.

"pull out." taehyung said to jungkook while licking off his fingers. jungkook nodded. "y/n was it? go put that brat in his place & do not let him touch you. "

taehyung walked over to a piece of furniture, rummaged around a drawer & came back with a blindfold & handcuffs.

"put these on him." taehyung said as he handed you them.

"aw shit really?? why can't I see?" jeongguk whined, giving a little pout & took off his top.

"because you were having a little too much fun over there. plus, you like being a sub anyways."

jeongguk & you went towards the headboard. you snapped on the handcuffs & tied the blind fold on jeongguk "don't worry," you whispered to him, starting to pull off your panties & bra. "I'll take care of you real good." & it sent shivers down his spine.

you positioned him to your entrance & sank down on him. you both moaned in unison , the stretch feeling incredible. his hips had already starting to move; you bounced up & down on him, hips sometimes twirling. you gave attention to his neck & started to lick & give damp kisses.

taehyung felt his hard on press tightly against his pants & started to undress. he went back to the same drawer from before & he brought out a bottle of lube & got onto the bed. he poured a considerable amount of lube onto his fingers & sat behind you. he took to your neck & started leaving kisses & bites on it, causing you to softly moan.

"do you need to be warmed up? or do you think you can handle me now?" he asked against you, stroking his cock in anticipation.

"I mmm think I can take you." you said, moving yourself a little so you were in an angle that he could get inside of you.

"can I have the blindfold off please? I really want to see this." jeongguk said, hips grinding up into yours.

"ok, take it off of him y /n." & you went & did as he said.

taehyung didn't waste any time, he moved his cock over your unoccupied hole,teasing you for a bit, & finally slid in. you moaned out loud, tears starting to form in your eyes. taehyung felt girthier whereas jeongguk was longer, you felt so full & it was wonderful.

"fuck." taehyung groaned against your ear "you're so damn tight." & started to thrust.

you & jeongguk didn't move as much anymore because you both could feel him thrusting into you. taehyung thought he'd take it up a notch & slapped your ass. you moaned out, surprised & had tightened around jeongguk.

"oh my god, I'm gonna cum." he cried out, thighs starting to shake a little.

"I only want you to come when she does. " taehyung said as he thrusted deeper & deeper into you, slapping your ass harder, winning another lovely moan out from you.

taehyung bent over you now & cupped one hand around your tit & the other snaked down to your clit. between the deep penetration in your pussy, the thrusting in your ass, one of taes hands playing with your nipple & the other rubbing circles on your clit, you felt your climax approaching you.

"oh fuck- I'm about to cum." you moaned out, barely able to stay in position, feeling as if you were about to break.

"go then. you can go now too jeongguk." taehyung said, his own thrusts starting to get sloppier.

you clenched around the both of them, moaning out. jeongguk moaned out right after you, finally releasing, shaking beneath you. which triggered a somewhat chain reaction & made taehyung release right after, filling you up to the brim with cum. the three of you rode it all out together. cum was dripping out your pussy & ass, glistening on both of their cocks. you all were panting on top of each other, taehyung pulled out & went to grab some tissues in the drawer of a night stand. you pulled yourself off of jungkook & unchained his hands from the bed. you flopped in the middle of the bed, chest heaving with probably the most fucked out looking face ever. taehyung cleaned the two of you off & then himself, then slid right next to you, eyes starting to close. 

you had no idea how long you slept for, but you could see that it was still light out. then you remembered you were supposed to let seulgi know if the two were suspicious. "shit!" you exclaimed & hurried out of the bed. you picked up your watch from the corner of the room & frantically searched her number to call her. she picked up.

"hello? y/n are you ok?" seulgi asked with concern. "you were off the radar for hours, we were about to send some people over because we weren't get any responses from you."

"oh, no no I'm fine! I think maybe I went offline since I didn't see any incoming messages until now. " you said as you tried to make up something.

"hmmm, that's odd. did you find out anything? "

"sadly no, there's no evidence of their involvement it seems like."

"well then, I'd suggest you leave. we have another place for you to check out. tell me once you're on the road."

"ok." you replied. "I'll talk to you later on." & you hung up.

you went back to the bed & realized taehyung was gone & jeongguk was awake. "you're leaving already?" he asked, with a tinge of disappointment in his voice. he then reached his into the drawer of the nightstand & pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"yeah. I need to continue working or they'll think something is suspicious. " you said sliding into your pants.

"awe, that sucks. do you want one by the way?" he asked, lighting a cigarette.

"no thanks, I don't really smoke." you said, collecting all your stuff & putting it onto the bed.

"well, do you want some red wine maybe?"

you paused. "sure." & sat down next to him, taking the glass of wine he had on top of the nightstand.

"by the way, you were amazing. I don't think I've had that much fun in a good while. " he looked at you with his pretty round eyes, releasing a bit of smoke out of his mouth.

"thank you. I don't think I've ever had that much fun before, ever." you replied taking a sip of the wine. "especially with someone rumored to be in the mafia."

"yeah, pretty crazy isn't it? I don't think you expected any of this at all." he smiled. "we need to do this again, if you're up to it."

"I think I would be." giving him a little smirk. "it's not everyday you find two incredibly hot guys willing to be fuck buddies. I might have to fly back to San Francisco just to fuck. "

you heard footsteps approaching the room & finally saw taehyung, standing in the door way in a cream colored robe with a glass of red wine in his hand.

"so, you're finally awake." he said coming into the room. "how was it?"

"I liked it very much. I just told jeongguk I'll fly back to San Francisco just to fuck you guys." you giggled.

taehyung laughed, getting into the bed with you two. " I hope that is true because I'd love to do this again sometime. " wrapping an arm around you.

"definitely. I have to go now though." you said disappointedly. "I'm expected to continue working."

"hmmm, that's a shame." taehyung said sipping his wine. " I need to give you me & jeongguk's number."

"sure." you two exchanged numbers. "well, I've got to go sadly; wish I could stay longer. today was very enjoyable." you said, buttoning up your blazer.

before you walked out, jeongguk called to you "I hope you can come back! " he said, him & taehyung smirking. you smirked back, waved at them & left.

[mafia-nct]

For _____ Or Worse (Part 1)

Genre: Mafia!AU, Mafia Boss Taeyong, Fluff, Angst Warnings: Suggestive content, Swearing, Mentions of drugs and alcohol, Mentions of illegal racing and fighting. Word Count: 5.5.k Description: Who would’ve thought that a night with, what you thought was, a handsome stranger would change your life forever. 

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Epilogue

Y/N POV

Flashing lights, loud music and alcohol.

All of the variables needed for a perfect Friday night with your friends. After the week you had, a night to let loose was exactly what you craved. You could’ve settled for any club, as long as there was booze and music, but somehow your friends, and also roommates - Ki and Ru, convinced you that the only club that could fix your mood was the Night Night Club.

Night Night Club was famous for good - and for not so good reasons. It was rumoured to be managed by the country’s biggest mafia. The type that would skin you alive if you made a wrong move. Some said that it was the best club they’ve ever been to. Therefore, ruining every other club for them. Some said there was always something shady happening on the second floor in the VIP rooms. For some, the atmosphere was one of the best. Which is why they recommended Night Night to everyone they met. One of the biggest rumours was that the owner, a man who looked like an innocent child, would beat up random men behind the club for fun.  

However, since you’ve entered the club you’ve only experienced the good rumours. The club’s decor looked like it came out of an interior design tv show, the bartenders were diligent and the DJ didn’t suck. You and your friends were dancing like there was no tomorrow. Enjoying yourselves, laughing and drinking, when a tap on your shoulder made you turn around.

A man, around your age, stood there. He had dark red hair styled out of his forehead, big brown child-like eyes that contrasted with his eyebrow slit. He was handsome, stupidly handsome, the kind that belonged in Vogue.

“Sorry to disturb you,” he smirked, “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are and was wondering if you’d want to dance with me.”

He wasn’t the biggest guy. He was, actually, quite skinny. He didn’t look like much, but he had this aura. A powerful aura, like he owned the place.

“I would love to!” You answered with a smile. He offered you his hand and led you to the middle of the dance floor.

It was innocent really. His hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders swaying to the music. However, drinking always made you a little more daring. And as the alcohol kicked in, your hands wandered across his body as your dancing became sexier. Smirking the red haired man spun you around and pressed you against his chest. Your hands now in his hair tugging lightly as his head dipped in the crook of your neck to kiss, suck and bite every part of it. You couldn’t help but moan. You felt him smile as his hands roamed your body. Your thighs, your waist, your breasts: everywhere; his hands were everywhere.

As you grinded on him, you could feel him getting more and more bothered. It was intoxicating. His touch was like fire and you wanted more, so much more.

“Wanna get out of here?” He whispered in your ear before lightly biting your earlobe.

You turned your head and kissed his jaw. “I would love to.”

“Perfect, I’ll wait for you at the door.”

He slapped your butt making you turn fully towards him. He bit his lower lip and winked at you before leaving to, probably, find his friends. Something that you should also be doing.

Looking around, you found your friends exactly where you left them.

“Hey, having fun with red hair guy?” Asked Ki wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yes, and him and I are going to leave the club to have some more fun. So don’t worry about me.”

“Ok,” answered Ru putting her drink down on the table in front of her, “are you sure?”

“Oh yes.” You smiled grabbing your stuff. “A night with a guy as hot as he is happens once in a lifetime.”

Ki laughed. “Alright, have fun. Call us if there’s anything.”

You winked at them before leaving for the front door where tonight’s fun was waiting.

As soon as you entered his apartment, he slammed you against his front door pressing his lips to yours. Everything about him was addicting. His kisses left you wanting more and his touch had your legs feeling like jelly. He left your lips and traveled down your jaw to your neck. And when he found the spot that had you throwing your head back in pleasure, he stayed there sucking and biting while one of his hands raised your leg to his hips to press himself into you.

Once he was done with your neck, he raised his head gaining your attention. “Before we go any further, I need to know if you want this?” His breath was heavy as he whispered. Staring in his eyes, seeing care and honesty, your heart fluttered.

You placed a hand on his cheek. “Yes, I want it.”

His smile reached his eyes. “Alright, well let’s get this started baby girl.” He said before crashing his lips on yours leading you to his bedroom.

Everything was so soft, way softer than what you remembered your bed to be. You slowly opened your eyes only to close them immediately, the sun piercing through the blinds giving you a headache. Did you really drink that much last night? You took a deep breath before opening your eyes again. They landed on the bedside table where a glass of water and a bottle of Advils were placed. You sat up finally getting a good look at your surroundings.

Not recognizing anything, you scratched your head. “Where the hell am I?”

That’s when it hit you, that’s when you remembered everything. You slept with that red haired guy. And from the look of his room not only was he handsome; he was, also, loaded. Silk sheets on a king size bed, a floor to ceiling window. In front of you, a little corridor that led to what looked like an en-suite bathroom and on each side of that corridor - two walk-in closets. Who was he?

Deciding that overthinking the situation was a bad idea, you went on a scavenger hunt for your clothes. Your underwear were next to the bed, your skirt at the entrance of one walk-in and your top by the door. Putting everything on, you felt uncomfortable your outfit was too revealing. It was nice for a night out, but for a walk in broad daylight it was too much. Sadly, the only option available was to steal, no not steal, borrow one of the red haired man’s shirts. Even though you were going to bring his shirt back, you needed something drab. Something he’ll never notice was missing from his wardrobe. Stepping inside one walk-in, your jaw dropped. Gucci, Valentino, Burberry, Versace, Tom Ford and so much more lined the walls. Suits, fancy jackets, shirts, pants, dress shoes and even a drawer full of expensive jewellery; this was definitely not the closet you needed.

“Alright,” you said taking a step back, “maybe the other walk-in.”

This time, you made sure to look inside before stepping in. T-shirts, jeans, cargo pants, hoodies; this was the closet for you. Going through his shirts, you were met with the same exact brands as the other walk-in. You let out a frustrated sigh. Did he not own anything that was under 500$? Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked around. If you were loaded, where would you put your normal people’s clothes? Bottom drawer. That’s where you’d hide them. You crouched down, opened the drawer and saw your saving grace; a grey shirt that, after thorough inspection, had no branding. You put it on, and felt much better.

Now, all you needed to do was leave this place and pray to every Gods that you wouldn’t cross anyone.

You opened the bedroom door, slowly, making sure to not make a single noise and tiptoed out of the room. You had your eyes on your feet to make sure you placed them softly on the mahogany floor. And hoped you were making your way towards, what you thought was, the front door.

“Alright, is everyone here? Stop moving I’ll count you.” 

You froze. You knew that voice. You heard it all night long.

You raised your head. The sight in front of you had your breath getting stuck in your throat. In the living room, were at least twelve men. Most of them were standing blocking you from seeing the red haired guy that you were sure had their attention. Most of them had tattoos on: the back of their necks; arms; shoulders; legs - but one of them stood out. He looked younger than the men surrounding him and had a bullet tattooed on the side of his neck. Who gets a tattoo on their neck? Especially a bullet tattoo.

You took a deep breath, none of them were looking in your direction. A small blessing. The front door was right there, a couple of feet away. You could do it. All you needed to do was cross the hallway in a perfect diagonal and you’d be out of there. Placing your feet on the floor slower than before and keeping your eyes on the group of men you made your way towards freedom.

In your mind, keeping your eyes on them was a foolproof idea. It allowed you to make sure their attention wasn’t on you while you escaped. What you failed to realize was, that people who walk without looking in front of them tend to bump into things. And that’s exactly what happened. Missing the threshold of the entryway by a couple of inches, you crashed, face first, into a wall. Instinctively, your hands went to your forehead.

“Are you ok?” Asked the one voice you didn’t want to hear.

Removing your hands from your face, you looked up. The sea of men parted, giving you a perfect view of the red haired man. He had an amused look on his face; obviously trying not to laugh. Peaking out of his shirt’s collar, blossomed the reds and purples of the marks you left behind. Your eyes scanned the room. They were way more than twelve.

“I am.” You answered embarrassment thick in your voice. You hesitated trying to find something somewhat intelligent to say. “I’ll just go” You pointed at the door for emphasis. “It was fun. Have a good life.” You didn’t wait for an answer. As soon as the words left your mouth, you rushed to the entryway to grab your shoes and bag, not even bothering to put them on, before leaving the red haired man’s apartment.

TAEYONG’S POV

The front door closed with a click.

“Hey boss, was she wearing your shirt?” Asked Johnny pointing at the front door where his night fun had just left.

“Yeah she was.” He answered, a smile on his lips.

“Was it expensive?” Continued Kun. “Like the other girl who left with an Yves Saint-Laurent shirt worth six hundred dollars.” Raising his voice to put emphasis on dollars.

Taeyong shook his head. “No, I bought it for ten bucks.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright people, Friday nights are our biggest nights; debrief me.”

Taeil went first. “Races went well. Lucas and I won. The prize money is at the mansion.”

“Same thing for me,” continued Jeno, “the guy was so weak it only took one round and he was out.”

“Haechan and I made double than what we made last week!” Smiled Hendery despite the bags under his eyes. He high-fived Haechan.

Taeyong raised his eyebrows in confusion.

“The guy was an idiot and desperate.” Smirked Haechan. “Getting him to double the money wasn’t hard.”

Taeyong turned his head towards Jaehyun and Jungwoo. Being in charge of the brothel, bar and club, they’re usually the ones bringing the most money on Friday nights.

“Everything went well at the brothel.” Started Jaehyun passing his hand in his hair. Probably trying to fix the result of the two hours of sleep he got. “More people on Friday nights, bodyguards had to break a couple of fights and bouncer caught minors, but other than that normal.”

Taeyong nodded and looked at Jungwoo. He had bloodshot eyes and his hair was all over the place. He was still wearing the same clothes Taeyong remembered seeing him in at the club. It was clear that, contrary to the rest of the room, he didn’t get to sleep yet.

“First of all, I’m convinced that there’s more people when everyone,” he said pointing at the network, “is at the club.” He looked back at his boss. “I blew last week’s numbers last night.” Taeyong smiled. “I left Ten in charge of the bar and we agreed to have Yangyang, Renjun, Chenle and Jisung make drug runs in the bar and the club.”

Ten nodded in agreement. “The bar was full as always. Nothing out of the ordinary.” He looked at Yangyang and Renjun. Taeyong’s eyes followed his.

“We didn’t sell much.” Mumbled Renjun

“Mostly weed.” Completed Yangyang

The boss nodded. “And how did it go for you, Chen and Ji.” He said setting his eyes on the younger members who were sitting on the floor.

“We sold so much!” Exclaimed Jisung.

“Yeah,” continued Chenle, “and we sold everything from weed to ecstasy. People in clubs are desperate.”

“Alright,” Taeyong smiled clapping his hands together, “good job everyone. Keep up the good work and go to sleep. I expect you at the mansion by 2PM!”

Y/N POV

“You said what?!” Laughed Ki

You lowered your head looking at your feet. “I said: ‘Have a good life.’”

Ki feel of the sofa, laughing.

Ru bit her lower lip clearly trying not to laugh herself.

Your awkward escape had Ki crying of laughter since the moment you explained the entire thing to her and Ru.

“Let’s forget that part,” said Ru saving you from the embarrassment of explaining how you: bumped into a wall which ruined your escape only to tell your one-night stand to have a good life - for a third time. “And let’s get to the good details. Number one, was it good? Second, who is he?”

“From what I remember, yes he was good. He definitely knows what he’s doing. For the second point, fun fact, I didn’t ask for his name.”

Ki stopped laughing. She sat up and looked at you with a serious look on her face. “Wait, time out. You’re telling me that you slept with, what looks like, one of Asia’s crazy rich bachelors, took one of his shirts and didn’t even ask for his name!”

You awkwardly smiled at her.

“Did you, at least, leave your number?” Asked Ru.

You shook your head no.

“You’re an idiot!” Laughed Ki

“Hey!” You yelled back.

Climbing the stairs to the entrance of the red haired man’s building, you looked up. The living complex was huge, way bigger than yours. It was so tall it merged with sky. And from what you remembered, it was pretty fancy too. Almost putting to shame the red haired man’s place. Almost. Throwing the glass door of the building open, you made your way towards the front desk.

“Hi, can I help you?” Asked the woman sitting at the front desk.

“Yes, I was wondering if there’s a way for me to give this,” you raised the shirt in front of you, “to a guy who lives here.”

The woman lifted her eyebrows. “Of course, but I’ll need a name. A lot of men live in this building.”

“Ok, well, I don’t know his name, but I can describe him.” You rambled; the woman nodded encouraging you to go on. “He has red hair like dark red. Kind of skinny, but not really. He has tattoos, although I’m not sure you’ve seen them. He kind of looks like he owns the place wherever he goes. Also,-”

“I hope you’re not talking about me.”

You jumped, the voice startling you. “Oh my god, don’t you know not to sneak up on people?” You turned around ready to scold whoever decided to scare you. Looking up at him, your eyes bulged out of your head. “You.”

The red haired man smirked. “Yeah, it’s me. Might I ask, why are you here?”

You handed him the shirt. “I came to give you this back. Sorry I took it without asking.”

He snorted taking the piece of clothing from you, his eyes not leaving it. “You’re not the first girl who leaves with one of my shirts. But, you’re the first one who brings it back. Thank you!”

As he looked back up to stare at you, you tried to avoid his eyes by looking around. This was already awkward; there was no need to make it worse by staring at each other in silence.

The lobby was more luxurious than you remembered. Black marble floors, white walls, leather chairs and sofas and gold accents everywhere.

The red haired man clapped his hands, gaining back your attention. “Are you doing anything for diner?”

“I don’t even know your name and you want to take me out?” You asked smirking back at him.

“Call me T.” He said extending his hand towards you. “And I’m taking out as a thank you for bringing back the shirt.”

You took his hand shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you T, I’m Y/N.”

“Glad to officially meet you Y/N, now where should we go? I’m starving.”

He looked out of place. The atmosphere of the retro diner and his appearance were complete opposites. His black jacket suit contrasted with the colour of the walls and the music with his attitude. The only things that matched were his hair and the seats.

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but their burgers are to die for.” You said your leg trembling to distract your mind. Here you were - with the guy you had a one-night stand two days ago - eating at your favourite diner.

He nodded looking around probably judging the place for their lack of expensive decor.

“It’s different from what I’m used to,” here we go you thought. He was going to point out everything that was wrong with this place. You braced yourself for his judgement, “I like it!”

You looked at him questionably.

The waitress arrived placing the plates in front of you with a smile. You smiled back at her before looking back at T. He dipped a fry in ketchup and shoved it in his mouth.

“Oh this is good!” He exclaimed before taking his burger and biting into it.

“So T,” you started as he moaned from the taste of his burger, “what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a CEO.” He said covering his mouth as he finished chewing. “You?”

“I’m a secretary. I don’t like the company, but I like the paycheck.”

He nodded taking another bite and you did the same with your own burger.

“I’m going to be honest with you,” T started as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, “I’m not taking you out only to thank you for my shirt. I want to make you an offer.”

“That’s a real CEO move.”

He laughed. “What can I say? Once a CEO always a CEO. Anyway, I was wondering if you’ll be willing to have a friends with benefits kind of relationship with me.”

You choked on your fry. “I thought you were going to ask me to invest in your company.”

“Well you can also do that if you want.” He smirked. You leaned back in your seat, arms crossed over your chest. He leaned forward. “In all honesty, the sex we had was, without a doubt, the best sex I’ve had in a long time. I wanted to contact you, but I didn’t know your name and you didn’t leave your number. I thought I’d never see you again, so I got over it. But there you were, in my building’s lobby, right as I came back from work. I’m pretty sure this is a sign we should keep this going. So what do you say?”

T leaned back in his seat as he continued to shove fries in his mouth. You went over to pros and the cons. Pros: great sex, no strings attached, you could set rules, great way to experiment and gaining a new friend. Cons: pregnancy, STDs. The cons could easily be taken care of. So why not agree? You were tired of your boring life. Everything was the same day after day there was no excitement. And right now, what T was proposing was far from boring.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “let’s do this.”

T extended his hand towards you. “It’s not a real deal if you don’t shake on it.” You took his hand in yours without hesitation.

“We need to set rules though.”

“I’m all ears princess.” He smiled eating his last fry.

TAEYONG’S POV

Before it even started, Doyoung told him to get out of this deal. “It will come back to bite you in the ass.” Said Doyoung at the time. But Taeyong didn’t listen. It was his life he could do whatever he wanted. He was the boss, no one could stop him. If he wanted to have a fuck buddy, he was going to have a fuck buddy.

Sometimes it was at his place, and when your roommates weren’t there it was as yours. The relationship was great, maybe even too great. Because Doyoung was right, it came back to bite him in the ass.

Four months. He’d known you for four months and you changed his life. From not caring about anyone other than his crew, to making a special place for you in his heart, his life had changed.

Taeyong doesn’t know when he started falling for you. Maybe it was in the middle of one of your cuddle sessions, because, just like him, you loved to cuddle after sex. Maybe when you were hanging out. You always seemed to laugh at his jokes; your smile making his heart do somersaults. Maybe when, for some reason, you’d know what was going on with him just by looking in his eyes. Maybe when you weren’t afraid to disagree with him. Maybe when you’d trace patterns on his chest, your light touches stopping the storm in his mind. Maybe when he’d call you; your voice calming him down when he was about to go on a rampage. Maybe when you’d look in each other’s eyes when you were snuggling, your stare stealing his breath away every time. Taeyong doesn’t know when he started falling for you, but he knows one thing; he was screwed big time.  

He was head over heels. That’s probably why he decided to grab your wrist, as you were about to leave his bed. “Please,” he whispered, “stay.”

You sat back down. The hand he was holding rising to stroke his cheek. “T, what’s wrong?”

He sat up next to you looking at his hands on his lap. He’d been hiding his feelings for too long. It was unlike him. He was an honest man, and was even more honest with his feelings. So he took the first step, breathing heavily. “Ok, I like you. Way more than I planned, you make my days brighter and my nights better. I smile at the mere thought of you. I want to come home to you, take care of you and hold you in my arms until I die. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of and you’re downright beautiful.” He took a deep breath. “And it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but I needed to tell you. I can’t hide how I feel anymore.”

He raised his head trying to read your expression. Although with the beating of his heart ringing in his ears he couldn’t make out anything. The more you looked at him, the more nervous he got.

Finally you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers. He stopped breathing.

“You’re not the only one who caught feelings.”

He felt a smile grow on his face as he leaned closer to you. “So,” he took a pause to look in your eyes, “want to try this?”

Foreheads finally touching, you spoke the words he’d been dreaming of hearing for the past four months. “Yes T, let’s try this!”

And this time, instead of shaking hands. You sealed the deal with a kiss.

Y/N POV

Waking up in the familiar silk sheets felt almost normal. The surroundings had become ordinary to you. Contrary to your first night at T’s place, nothing about his apartment impressed you anymore. Not even the fact that he lived in the top floor penthouse.

Remembering T’s confession last night, your whole body felt warm, your heart full and a smile grew on your lips

Falling for him was not an easy road: from denying your feelings - there was no way you liked him that way, to anger - how could you fall for him when you knew this was only sexual, to bargaining with yourself - maybe if you found somebody else you’d forget about T, to sadness - he’ll never like you that way, and finally to acceptance - you liked T way more than you planned.

But the worst part about falling for T, was knowing exactly what made you fall for him. How he cared about you; texting or calling you just to know how you were doing.  How he wasn’t afraid to express his feelings. How he held you in his arms. How he’d always make you feel safe. How he made you laugh every time you’d hang out. How he’d look at you. How he’d kiss you. Falling for T was hard, but in the end it was worth it.  

Stretching your limbs, you looked around the room and laughed thinking back at your first night in T’s bedroom. Remembering how your mind and heart raced. Quite the opposite to the peace you were feeling right now. You dug around for your clothes and put them on. Once done, you gathered your stuff and left the room; this time walking normally.

“Guys, calm down.” You heard T say as he clapped his hands. “We have a morning debriefing to do!”

You chuckled. The crew of men in T’s living room being the exact same as your first night at his place. Some were standing, others sitting, and some leaning on furniture. T whistled finally gaining the attention he wanted. And while everyone was focused on the CEO, you escaped making sure not to bump in a wall.

TAEYONG’S POV

Taeyong loved to have debriefings in his living room. Everyone was calmer and more relaxed. And after the type of nights they have, it was something everyone needed. Having the debriefings in his living room allowed everyone to go to sleep right after them. Living in the same building as everyone else had its advantages.

He was about to explain how he wanted this debriefing to go, when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out, apologizing to his crew, and was greeted by a text from you.

Y/N💕: Didn’t want to disturb you, have a good day! Call me😘

He didn’t think as he jumped over the sofa, and over Yuta’s head in the process, sprinting to his front door.

“Boss what the hell?!” Screamed Yuta.

But Taeyong didn’t answer, if he was lucky enough, he’d be able to catch you.

He threw his front door open, not even bothering to close it. The elevator doors were in the middle of closing. He took the two steps between his porch and the elevator, grabbed the doors and pried them open.

You jumped, your hand flying to your chest. “God, T!”

“Hey!” He smiled

“Hi!”

“You were going to leave without giving me a kiss?” He asked a faint smile on his lips

You giggled rolling your eyes. “You were in a meeting.”

“Not anymore.”

You approached him placing your hands on his chest and gave Taeyong what he wanted.

“Are you doing anything Wednesday night?”

“No, why?” You answered

“Good, I’m taking you out!”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” You teased

Taeyong took a step back, letting go of the door.“Can’t I take the girl I like on a date?”

You shook your head laughing. “Alright, text me.”

“I will.” He said as the elevator doors started closing again. He waited for them to completely close before turning on his heels.

On his porch, was his crew all piled up on one another.

Taeyong narrowed his eyes. “Don’t say anything.”

A few of his men snickered as they all went back to the living room.

Y/N POV

Walking towards the restaurant where T made reservation - phone in hand following the directions - you were thankful he chose a restaurant close to your apartment. Earlier today, he texted you that he’ll be unable to pick you up. So he sent you the address and the time without forgetting to add that he couldn’t wait to see you.

Raising your head, looking away from your phone, you finally saw the restaurant’s sign. You looked back down ready to text T that you were almost there.

TAEYONG POV

Forty minutes. He had been waiting for forty minutes and still no sign of you. Did you stood him up? No, there was no way. You wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey with him. It didn’t make sense.

He took his phone, clicked your contact name and brought his phone to his ear.

“Come on, answer.” He muttered to himself as the ring tone went on and on.

When he ended up on your voicemail, he called again signalling the waiter to bring him the bill for the bottle of wine.

As he was paying, he ended up on voicemail again. When he was done, he ran out of the restaurant calling you a third time.

He stood outside his heart racing, his throat tightening. He looked both ways before deciding to go in your apartment’s direction.

Voicemail again. He called back.

“Answer princess, please.” He breathed out.

He took big steps walking faster. He needed to get to you, needed to know you were ok, needed to know that he was freaking out for no reason.

Passing an alley, he heard a ringtone. He stopped dead in his tracks. Should he go check or should he continue? He hung up to hear the ringtone better, but it had stopped.

He called you back, the ringtone started again.

“No, no, no, no.” He muttered repeatedly stepping in the alley. “Please be a coincidence.”

He found the phone face down. He hung up, it stopped ringing. He crouched down, shoulders slumping, biting the inside of his cheek. Mentally praying that it wasn’t what he thought. He gently took the phone, flipping it around to press the home button.

A picture of him making a silly face and the notification: “5 missed calls from T💘” greeted him.

“Shit!” He yelled getting up and almost throwing your phone on the ground.

He kicked a trashcan that was nearby. He was sure someone was trying to get back at him and they had to use you. He had no idea where you were or who had you. It enraged him, he hated when people messed with the ones he loved.  

His phone rang, no caller ID. Swallowing his anger, he answered.

“Hello.”

“Taeyong, it’s so nice to hear you!” Said the voice on the other end.

Taeyong’s jaw tightened, his fist clenched. He knew that voice all too well. A rival kingpin that went by the name X.

“What do you want?” Taeyong spat.

“That’s not polite of you.” his teasing tone made Taeyong angrier. “You should ask how I’ve been and stuff like that. Although, I understand how you could have no regards for politeness right now.” Taeyong didn’t say anything letting X explain what he meant. “You just lost your girlfriend after all.”

Taeyong hurt himself biting his cheeks and curling his fist so hard his nails started to dig in his skin.

“How the fuck do you know about that?” He barked

“Oh I didn’t tell you?” X laughed. “I’m the one who has her.”

Taeyong was fuming, his whole body tensed.

“So here’s how it’s going to work.” Explained X. “You give me everything I want and I give you your pretty little princess back. I’ll send you my demands soon, have a good night Taeyong.” And just like that X hung up.

Fingers shaking out of anger, Taeyong didn’t hesitate to scroll through his contacts to find the one person he needed right now.

“Johnny,” He said, dryness in his voice, when his underboss answered, “we have an emergency. Gather the crew, I want everyone in meeting room one in thirty minutes. I won’t tolerate anyone being late.”

[fishyelvenantics]

Ok, just got back from the doctor so I apologize if I'm more of a mess than always, so have some hesdcanons about Langdon that bitch Caul and Edith, the poor woman who deserved better. Also, most of these were created with the help of the amazing @ellieheim

- FIRST OF ALL, let's just pretend he wasn't a jerk with Edith, canonically, he was a bitch, but let's just pretend he wasn't (at least with Edith, everyone else can suck it)

- Now, I can't for the life of me, remember if it was even mentioned how they met and such, nor the circumstances of their marriage, so Imma go with the following scenarios:

They met at the library. Edith got bored, went for some books, ended up finding a very sleep deprived and possibly drunk Caul, somehow they ended up talking and it was nice.

It was an arranged marriage. Edith's parents went like "ehhh, that one!" So they just introduced them and somehow they actually liked each other.

By sheer casuality, what are the odds you'll find your future spouse on the market looking for random products? Idk

- Now, keep in mind, we are pretending Caul was way nicer than what he was in canon, now, about Edith, she is nice and proper and all of that jazz... but she can also kick your ass and she will kick your ass.

- Don't mess with her, she'll slap you, she'll smack your head with an umbrella or something.

- The whole Oaness society is scared of her, Caul finds that hilarious.

- Speaking of Caul, Edith's the only one allowed to call him Langdon.

- Also, remember my bi Abe headcanon (x)? Goes without saying that it also applies to Caul, A.K.A, disaster bi/demisexual icon.

- Ok, so this one wasn't mine, Elle, I love your ideas: basically, Caul almost dropped the wedding rings on the sea by accident, then he DEADASS just flopped into the water for the sake of not loosing them.

- It happened the same day him and Edith got married, he showed up with his suit all wet and seaweed on his hair. Edith was unimpressed.

- There's definitely a photo of the where he's wearing a freaking deep sea diver suit, Edith once again is unimpressed.

- Btw, the wedding was cute and all but everyone was freaked out by the groom's guest, who were the whole fish cult society acting like the weirdos they are.

- I said Caul is nicer in this one but he still is a punk ass bitch so... I mean he kinda deserves a slap from time to time but overall he's just a drunk mess who definitely became the town's cryptid at some point.

- Oh and, since I know there are sourcers that say a little about his childhood (will put a proper link if I find it, for now I just got things I rebbloged), I don't care if he was a shy and nerdy kid who loved the outdoors, he was also a gremlin.

- Like, imagine this 5 y/o running around with a journal, taking notes of everything he encountered, face covered in dirt or mud, wet hair and clothes cause he fell into a river at some point, probably lacking some teeth, I mean, that's cute but has the potential to be extremely chaotic (plus kids are weird so...)

- Then his dad introduced him to the sea life and all, listen, just imagine this mess of a teen, complete nerd, probably a lanky mess of hormones and anxiety, just collecting sea shells and fossils while being extremely antisocial (a mood, ngl)

- Edith wasn't a fan of the idea of him putting all those weird things and fossils and crap as decoration, somehow he managed to convince her that at least one room would have those, Edith's inner interior designer was fumming but she at least got to pick the wallpaper.

- Let's be honest, Caul can't cook, he'll burn down the whole kitchen, but he totally is in charge of making tea and coffe.

- Edith stole a few cigars while he was gone out of sheer boredom, Caul knew but pretended he didn't, one day Edith finds a whole box of cigars with her innitials on it, she still is not sure if that's sweet or passive aggresive.

- Caul doesn't sleep, at all, that man lives on caffeine and spite, Edith tries to make him go to bed yet keeps failing, one day she tought he woke up early, turns out he hadn't even realized it was morning already. (Thank you Ellie for that wonderful idea)

- Imagine them drunk, lying on bed, ranting about life, each one holding a cigar, and yes, I know women weren't expected to smoke on the 1860s but I like to think Edith didn't give a damm and Caul was ok as long as those weren't his cigars.

- And speaking of drunk, one time good ol' Langdon got drunk enough to read outloud one of the poems he wrote as a kid, Edith liked it though.

- Also, I know men back then didn't grew as tall as they do now, but I like to imagine Caul being the same height as Abe (before certain comics events), I just like to imagine him awkwardly standing out next to everyone else.

- Edith on the other hand was the average height for a woman, which made her look even shorter next to her bastard of a husband, but hey, cute height difference interactions.

- I'm still not sure how Caul looked that young at amost 70, I think it's because of some cultist thing, but personally I have a headcanon that back in his 20s/30s or somewhere around those lines, he ended up involved into some weird thing that makes you look young and of course the bitch himself became the test dummy for it.

- The thing that made Caul fully realize he wanted to marry Edith was seeing her beating the crap out of a guy.

- TEATHER DATES, TEATHER DATES, those two totally went to the teather for special ocassions, or the bakery, or just to the beach to take a stroll. (Again, thank you friend for that)

- Caul's excuses for going away for months are crap and Edith doesn't believe them, they both know it, no one will say a word but Edith manages to came up with better excuses in case anyone else asks for him.

TL,DR: Caul is less of a bitch, Edith will fuck you up, let's imagine their marriage was happy instead of the mess it canonically was, that way what happened to them will hurt more.

[bjy-on-ao3]

Hi, I really enjoy you writing, especially your Persona content. The way you portray Adachi is on point, at least in my opinion. So I'd like to request Adachi being visited by his s/o in Prison (during a conjugal visit) and they have sex, please?

Here you go, Anon~ I hope you enjoy!

I once was considering something like this in the past, but crushed my own hopes when researching stuff. Turns out only a handful of countries allow conjugal visits (Japan not among them), as well as only a handful of states in the U.S. and not for heavy crimes like murder (which makes sense considering) - and even then they aren’t exclusively for sex stuff. However, knowing that someone else wanted something like this lets me suspend my disbelief a little and write it, anyway.

(There’s still a LOT of stretch here though, so don’t take this as a source of information. For example, the visitor isn’t strip-searched - but it’s more fun to have that as part of the fic.). Also funny enough, this is the first non-dubcon/noncon Adachi fic I’ve written for some time. (As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

Tags/Warnings Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Slight Cockwarming, Vaginal Sex, Wall Sex, Begging, Established Relationship

Summary In which Adachi gets a conjugal visit in prison from his s/o for not-so-wholesome purposes.

Fic Friday

Pent-Up Penitentiary (F! Reader/Tohru Adachi)

Going through the long, tedious process of filling out paperwork and waiting for approval, you had wondered again why a conjugal visit to your boyfriend in prison sounded like a good idea. Not that sound decision making was your strong suit, considering you had chosen to stay with him after the revelation he responsible for the murders of two women. Maybe you secretly had a death wish of your own. Or you thought you knew him better than either of those women had and that knowledge protected you. That aside, you had spent a lot of time alone with him. If Tohru Adachi had wanted to kill you by now, you figured you would have already been dead.

The boring and seemingly endless paperwork had been a mild inconvenience compared to the next part of the process. A strip search was mandatory, they informed you, and you had hated every second. Sure, it was a fantasy you had played out before, but with Adachi, not some random idiot whom you barely knew and cared nothing about. ‘It’ll be over before you know it and worth it’ you had repeated silently, pulling a sour face the entire time. Finally, it had ended, and you let out a breath of angry relief you didn’t realize had caught in your chest.

The more difficult parts of the process behind you, they had escorted you to the designated area - a short row of plain, small single-story buildings surrounded by a tall, sturdy fence that towered oppressively on all sides. A reminder your visit served only as a temporary illusion of normalcy and when it was over the bars, bulletproof glass, and shitty phone systems would separate you all over again. Your face fell as you dwelt on that reminder, freed from your thoughts when the escort officer stopped by a door and cleared his throat,  nodding to it before returning toward the gate.

Taking a deep breath to tamp down the fluttering in your chest, you opened the door and stepped inside, taking a quick glance around the interior. It was much more than you expected - nicer than some studio apartments you had seen in Inaba, outfitted with a small kitchenette and bathroom, an archway with no door leading off into a bedroom. In the central area there was a coffee table and even a small television, sitting opposite a comfortable, but well-worn looking couch.

As you stepped further into the blandly decorated space, the sound of the door opening and shutting interrupted your inspection. You heard boots on the floor come to an abrupt stop and sensed a presence behind you. “This is… nicer than I expected.” You said casually, turning in place.

Your eyes fell as expected on Tohru Adachi’s face. His lips were set in a small, bare smile that was tired, cynical, and, dare you say, a little happy, all at once. You knew if you mentioned that last emotion he would vehemently deny it and suggest you get your eyes checked. “Well, not the process, that was awful, but this,” you added with a wave of your hands.

“Go figure, even criminals get it better than hard-working people,” he answered, and you could hear his bitterness. Having heard his feelings before on how he seldom got what he felt was owed to him, it was no surprise. “Whatever, that’s not what we’re here for,” he dismissed, shaking his head as if to banish the thought.

You didn’t step forward to embrace or kiss him, simply waiting for him to make the first move. If you knew Tohru, a few months behind bars would not have turned into a ball of sappy emotions. Even if he had thrown himself at you, you knew he would have told himself it was all carnal need, not sentimental in the slightest. Besides, he liked to lead the show.  “Strip.” The word was demanding, and to almost anyone else, you were sure it would have sounded cold.

“Straight to the point,” you answered, unruffled. You knew the game with Adachi. Many months dating the man - from shortly after the murders, up to the time of his apprehension - had taught you a lot. “You never had any patience,” you ribbed with a half-smile, but didn’t move to shed any clothes. It was more fun if you didn’t make it that easy on him - especially when you had a good idea of how he might respond.

“Oh? I’m the one who has no patience?” He moved away from the door until he was so close you could feel the heat of his body and breath. “I don’t remember being the one begging all the time before,” he reminded you smugly, and you felt your face flush.

“Only because you-” you argued.

“Ah ah,” he touched a slender finger to your lips, cutting off your argument almost childishly, “enough flapping those pretty little lips.” You felt your skin heat further and a vague hum of arousal between your legs, catching an undercurrent of excitement beneath his condescension. “Get undressed. Now.” The last word was hard and low, but the glint in his eyes was more devious than angry. “Unless you want to be punished?” Adachi added, grabbing your chin in one hand and tilting your head to ensure you looked directly into his grey eyes.

You wet your lips involuntarily - a quick flash of pink that Adachi’s eyes followed - before swallowing thickly. “Like you won’t punish me anyway.” You countered, enjoying the expressions swirling in his gaze.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” In a quick motion, his hand swept from your chin to the back of your head, curling his fingers harshly in your hair near the root. You groaned in response, biting down on your lip at the sting that shouldn’t have been so pleasant. “That’s what I thought,” Adachi hissed cheekily, “Now don’t make me say it again.”

He released your hair and let his arms drop, taking a step back so you had space to undress. You rubbed your scalp gingerly before finally obeying, starting with your shirt. You unbuttoned and peeled the garment away, revealing the low cut cups of the bra you had bought for the occasion. You peeked at Adachi as you stripped, the tingling between your thighs quickly rising, joined by growing dampness that made you press them together for an instant of relief. Next came your skirt, which you shimmied out of as enticingly as you could, revealing panties to match the bra.

You reached back, undoing the clasp bra clasp and letting the straps slide off your shoulders until they caught around your elbows, the cups falling away. Your nipples, already half peaked from excitement, stiffened fully with exposure to the cool air. “That’s better,” Adachi said appreciatively. He stepped back toward you as you pulled off the bra and tossed it onto the floor, reaching forward and greedily filling both hands. “God, I’ve missed these tits,” he confessed, kneading roughly before he began to tweak and roll your nipples between his fingers.

You sighed and moaned at the rough touch you had craved since Adachi had been sent away. It wasn’t the same when you fondled yourself alone at night - the warmth of his skin and calloused feeling of his hands was impossible to replicate. “They’re all yours, Tohru,” you breathed, almost dreamily, eyes drifting shut, surprised by how much of a relief his touch on your body again was.

But Adachi wasn’t about to let your sudden compliance go unnoticed. “Look at you, acting like a brat before,” he pinched a nipple especially hard as if continuing to punish your previous defiance. “But you sure sing a different tune once I get my hands on you. What’s the change of heart, baby? Did you miss me?” The words were mocking, rather than sweet, as if the thought of missing someone was something to be humiliated about.

You fought through a whimper while Adachi continued to grope at your chest, attitude not entirely driven away by the thrill of having his hands on you again. “I don’t know, did you miss me?” You asked, imitating his tone.

He pressed in closer, dipping his head toward your neck and nipping it sharply. “The only thing I’ve missed is your body,” he said dismissively, squeezing your breasts hard enough you gasped and whined. “Your tits and that sweet ass and tight little pussy,” he growled in your ear. “I missed what’s mine.” His voice rang low and possessive, and he sealed his claim by latching onto the racing pulse in your neck and sucking a dark mark into the soft skin.

“Fuck you, Tohru,” you cursed, feeling your cunt throb in reply to his words. “I-I don’t even have to be here.”

Adachi straightened up, and when you met his eyes again, you recognized a dark tint among the hunger. “Oh? Then why are you? Admit it, you wanted this as much as me.” There was cruel delight in his voice. You knew he got off on putting you in your place as much as you did from agitating him. “Missed my cock so bad you were willing to let a stranger strip search you to have it again.” Your chest heaved as one of his hands drifted down your stomach and over your hip, and you couldn’t suppress another lewd sound. “Because you know no one else can make you feel as good as I do.”

His wandering hand stroked over your clothed cunt, before slipping to your backside and pressing your hips into his so you could feel his hardness through his slacks. “But it’s been a while. Maybe I need to remind you,” he mused.

The hand on your chest moved to your head, forcing you down onto your knees in front of him. You looked up, eyes half-lidded and pupils wide. You licked your lips again, eyeing the bulge in his pants. Even if you took pleasure in insolence, staring up at Adachi as he loomed over you like a starving beast was insanely arousing and you were willing to be compliant.

“I forgot how hot you look on your knees where you belong,” Adachi sneered. He wet his lips as you had, but the same action on him was hungry and predatory. Pinning you in place with his lustful stare, he reached to unbuckle and strip off his belt and unfasten his pants. He pulled out his cock, flushed and leaking, and stroked it for a moment. He didn’t miss how your gaze followed the relaxed motion or the way he smeared the pearl of pre-cum on the head over it. “Tell me how much you want my cock and maybe I’ll let you have it.”

You hesitated, running your tongue over your lips, eyes remaining on his cock. As much as your on-and-off bratty act irritated him, it made watching you struggle between it and your desire for him before eventually giving in so satisfying. He smirked as he spied the instant of resolution pass over your face. Your hooded eyes flicked up to meet his, lips wet and slightly parted. “Please, Tohru?” The words weren’t sickly sweet, instead oozing arousal. “I want your cock. I need it.” You continued to look up at him, lustfully and hopefully.

“Hmm,” he hummed, pretending to mull over your plea, “I don’t think you want it bad enough,” he said, and only your craving for what was in front of you kept you from half-heartedly rolling your eyes. Adachi always liked to push, and that hadn’t changed in your time apart.

But giving in to start made it easier to keep going. “Tohru, let me suck your dick, please. Don’t you want me to?” You did what you could to give him your best pleading expression to match your words. “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”.

The signs of Adachi’s smug satisfaction increased, your pleas stoking the rush of power and hunger he enjoyed so much. “There’s the little cockslut I remember,” the way he said it, the degrading name sounded almost like praise. “I guess you’ve earned it.”

He buried one hand in your hair, tilting your head back and pulling you toward him. You eagerly met him the rest of the way, slipping the head of him past your lips. You sucked lightly at first, swirling your tongue and dipping it into the slit before tightness in your hair urged you  forward. You gladly took more of him into your mouth, relishing the familiar taste and weight on your tongue. Letting your eyes droop nearly closed, a satisfied moan escaped your lips as you hollowed your cheeks and began a steady pace, loving how Adachi’s hand in your hair flexed.

There was a low, answering sound from above you. “Fuuck, I’ve missed this. You look so good sucking my cock.”

Eyes opening, you glanced up as best you could. Adachi’s intense stare met you, wide blown pupils rendering his stormy eyes nearly black and his chest rising and falling quicker. The tantalizing look sent a shudder through you, encouraging you to continue with even more enthusiasm. You lay one hand on the leg of his slacks, bracing yourself as you went on. Adachi cursed again, rolling his hips forward, and only the hand on his leg kept him from choking you on his dick in surprise.

Streams of swears and a few lewd names muttered under heavy breath drifted from him, accompanied by several more bucks into your mouth, until his pace was almost constant. After the first you had prepared yourself for more, knowing they would come, focusing on relaxing your gag reflex. You still choked a few times on his length, but reigned in the spasms, feeling a few tears well up and burn your eyes and a single stray trail of saliva drip down your chin.

The labored breathing above you escalated, as did the number of curses and obscenities until they seemed to blend. “Damn, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up. Shit,” he swore, and the strain in his tone was obvious.

His cock twitched on your tongue, rewarding your efforts with more salty pre-cum, before the hand in your hair stiffened. His harsh grip stopped you, sunk down on his cock as far as you could go, and you glanced up questioningly. The rock of his hips had come to a full stop, not the stuttering pace you were used to when he was about to cum. He tugged you off his cock completely and you whined in protest.

“Tohru, please.” Having gotten a taste of him again, you wanted nothing more than to finish what you had started.

He blew a quick puff of a silent laugh through his nose, his pompous expression marred by the lurid flush on his cheeks. “Who’s the impatient one here, again, sweetheart?” He teased. Your lips twisted in a frown and your brows furrowed, bottom lip sticking out sulkily. “Heh, you look so cute pouting like that. Don’t worry, I’ll let you have plenty of my cum later. But not yet.”

He pulled you up roughly, steering you towards a wall as soon as you were properly on your feet. You stumbled, your back hitting the wall with a thump that made you wince and mutter a quiet curse. The prick of pain was quickly forgotten as Adachi closed in, pulling your panties down so eagerly they almost tore, eliciting another sound of quiet protest before you kicked them away. He hiked your legs up around his waist, pinning you against the wall with the force of his hips.

When his dick slipped slickly against your pussy lips, your head fell back against the wall with another thud, a low hum coming from your mouth. You rolled your hips and pushed against him, admittedly just as impatient as Adachi was to have to his dick inside of you, but only brushed the swollen head over your clit.

“Bet you’ve been thinking about this as much as me.” His lips were warm against your ear, breath rolling over your neck in hot puffs. “Tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you,” he coaxed, wanting to hear you beg again now that he was pressed so close to your heat. You groaned, wishing he would just hurry and fill you up rather than play more games. “C’mon, baby, speak up. You went through all that trouble, didn’t you? Tell me how much you need my cock again.”

“I want it. Now,” there was an edge beneath the desire, the hint of your impatience and annoyance. “Fuck me, Tohru. I can’t take it, I need your cock. I can’t wait.”

Adachi didn’t make you beg further, pleased with the filth he had drawn from your lips. He adjusted the angle of his hips before lining up with your slit and pushing inside. You groaned and he sighed as his thick head slid past your opening, each hot inch of his cock stretching you in a way you didn’t realize you had missed so much. He pulled back a few inches, before rocking his hips back and smoothly sinking into you completely.

A growl met your ears before his lips touched your neck, sucking hard. You gasped and cried out, hips reflexively grinding against him as you basked in his lips and the fullness from his dick. “Ah, fuck, better than I remembered,” he breathed when his lips left your skin, giving a languid thrust out and back in, to the delight of you both.

You hooked your ankles together around his waist, urging him closer, deeper as his thrusts became more steady. His lips returned to your throat, peppering your skin with nips and sucking more small marks into it. Hands clenched around your thighs, Adachi shifted you against the wall, the new angle letting his cock stroke you in a way that elicited even more excited sounds from your lips.

“Yes, fuck, Tohru. More, more, harder,” you pleaded.

“Fine, sweetheart, I’ll give you more,” he answered, the force of his hips driving harder until each thrust left your head feeling thick and foggy. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think about anything else,” Adachi promised. Sure enough, all you could care about was the pleasurable ache each time he pounded into you and the cruel, seductive rasp of his voice.

“Yes, yes, please. Fuck me until I can’t think of anything else!” You echoed, again pressing him forward with your heels and trying to meet each brutal thrust. Your mouth hung open, every sound unrestrained and wild. “More, more, more,” you repeated like some obscene chant.

“Just can’t get enough, can you? You asked for it, sweetheart. I’m gonna fill you up again and again and you’re gonna love it,” he said, his bawdy words reaching through your lust-addled mind, making your cunt clench more greedily around him. “Maybe I’ll just keep fucking you until you pass out. I bet my little cockslut would love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Aah, fuck, yes!” All you could do was agree with him, your stubbornness long forgotten in the throes of the ecstasy you hadn’t been able to relive in months.

“Fuck, almost there,” Adachi breathed when your cunt contracted around him extra tight, as if trying to force him to fuck you even harder to draw out of its embrace. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock first. Touch yourself for me,” he compelled you, how close he was getting plain in his husky voice and labored breathing.

“Fuck, Tohru, yes, anything for you,” you agreed, in a tone even further gone.

You reached down almost mechanically, fingers clumsily reaching just above the place your bodies met and rubbing your clit urgently. Already awash with pleasure from Adachi’s rough pace and dirty words, your body reacted swiftly to the new attention, the buzz of pleasure in your gut transforming into a hot coil that threatened to snap.

“That’s right, anything for me,” he agreed possessively, his eyes glued to where your fingers worked feverishly and his cock disappeared into your body. “Who do you belong to, baby? Who’s the only one who gets to fuck you like this?”

You struggled to answer him with coherent words, the spring in your belly reaching its breaking point and bursting in ripples of heat. “You, Tohru, I’m all yours. Only, aaah, you, you, you,” your speech melted into an incoherent jumble of wild cries and expletives, unable to focus any longer on anything but the delicious clenching of your pussy and the electric waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“Fuck, that’s right. So here’s a reward for my sweet little whore,” he degraded, leaving sloppy kisses and more bites on your neck, his pace spurred on by your cries. “Just the start of how much I’m gonna fill you up tonight.”

With his promise, he stiffened against you, bucking especially hard several times into your trembling heat. He came in hot spurts, filling your cunt with warmth until it seeped out around him. He murmured your name low, before biting hard into your neck, a yelp interrupting your moans.

When Adachi was completely spent, he withdrew, easing you back onto your feet and stepping away. Legs weak and threatening to buckle, you stayed against the wall for much-needed support, eyes closed and panting heavily. Nearby you heard the rustle of fabric and the soft sound of more clothes hitting the floor.

Before much longer, you were yanked away from the wall, nearly falling. You opened your eyes to see Adachi stripped down to nothing as well, and despite how tired you felt, you couldn’t help but linger for a moment on his cock, still half-hard.. Adachi pulled you through the open archway to the bedroom, dragging you down onto the bed. He pulled you roughly against him until your back met his chest, both damp with sweat.

“Tohru, let go,” you complained, feeling overheated and sensitive. Surprise jolted another moan from you as he groped your thighs, spreading your legs long enough to bury himself in your heat again.

“Weren’t you listening? I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out, sweetheart.” he reminded you snidely, curling his arms around you. One splayed across your stomach, the other squeezing a breast roughly, but almost absently. “I just need a little more motivation first.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he couldn’t see. “Sure, motivation. Can’t just call it cuddling like a normal person, can you?” You accused dryly.

“Shut up,” he snapped. You had a feeling his face was flushed with a mixture of anger and humiliation at your words. Whatever he wanted to pretend, his actions spoke louder than his defensive words. “You sound a lot better when your mouth is stuffed with my dick. Maybe I should just put it back to better use instead,” he threatened.

“Well, I am still waiting for that taste, Tohru.”

[nickireadstfc]

The Raven King, Chapter 1 – The Show Must Go On (And By Show We Mean Exy)

In which practices stop for no one, Wymack rules at pep talks, family sentiments are expressed to Neil via a seating order, and Andrew reaches new levels of Fucking Weird And Disturbing With A Side Of Asshole.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Raven King.

Before we begin, let’s take a look back at the foolish predictions I made a while ago about the rest of the first book (which my dumb ass forgot to include in last week’s summary):

Neil will be able to do all of the Raven drills eventually didn’t happen yet, we remain hopeful

Nicky and Neil will talk about the Club Situation yup! (kind of)

Alternatively, and even better: Andrew and Neil will talk about the Club Situation nooo sadly not

MORE KANDREIL TIMES hopefully if you count Neil defending Kevin on national television and Andrew almost punching Riko afterwards then yAAA

Either Riko or Coach Moriyama will appear HO BOIII

We will learn something about Renee’s backstory no snowflake backstory for us yet :(

Coach Wymack will be the best person alive JINX I know that’s gonna happen #dicksoutforwymack “Breaking news: I don’t care” my man

Neil will say more beautiful and savage things, dropping shade left and right HO B O I I I I

Seth will fuck off to somewhere (a girl can dream okay) oh my sweet summer child you were nOT PREPARED

I am starting to get why y’all keep telling me I am not prepared for anything that’s to come. I’M NOT.

And with that said, welcome to The Raven King! Even the cover tells us that playtime is over: It’s not the happy orange we had previously, it’s black and red and no doubt filled with violence, abuse, mean boys, infighting, and heaps of shade.

Let’s fucking go.

           It looked like Halloween outside, only two months too early. Last week Palmetto State was covered in orange and white streamers to celebrate the start of the school year. Over the weekend someone had replaced all of the white ribbons with black ones. It gave the impression that the campus was in mourning. Neil Josten thought it a cheap tribute, but that might have been his cynicism talking.

Shut the fuck up, Neil, that’s a cool as shit. My school would have probably put up one or two black ribbons on the flags next to the school gate and that would have been it. Your college decorated the entire campus. That’s a great tribute, shut up.

The book starts off with Neil and the Monster Squad on their way to the first practice after Seth’s death – gracefully scheduled for Wednesday afternoon, which is when Andrew will be in therapy.

Why not sooner, you ask?

           Generally, Andrew’s wild mood wasn’t a problem, but Andrew’s cheer didn’t make him at all friendly. An excitable Andrew confronted with the death of his least-favourite teammate was a recipe for disaster. The team should have come together Sunday morning to grieve their loss, but Andrew and Matt got into an ugly brawl instead.

Sigh. ANDREW, WHY.

I have a slight feeling Andrew’s drug-induced moods are going to play an important role this book. Just a hunch.

           Seth died Saturday night and was cremated Monday afternoon. From what Neil heard, Seth’s mother signed off on everything, but didn’t even show up at the crematorium to collect her son’s ashes.

What the fuck. What the fuck kind of mother is that. What sort of human being cares so little for their own children they won’t even show up to their funeral what the fuck.

This is the saddest shit I’ve read all day. Sure, they’re all from ~broken homes~ and whatever, but still. Some of you were also pointing out that it’s been said before that he was on antidepressants. This and how little fucks his family appears to give about him makes me feel even more sorry for him.

Ughhh. Why do I get them character feels only after his death. This sucks major ass.

           The Foxes were already the smallest team in NCAA Class I Exy. Now they were the smallest a team could be and still qualify to play. They’d lost their only fifth-year senior, and their remaining offense team consisted of an injured national champion and an amateur.

Meaning if Neil or Kevin want to take a time-out they just… can’t?

Boy, I’m sure there I absolutely nothing that can go wrong with that.

           Kevin’s presence on the team mean the Foxes needed full-time security, but the numbers had doubled over the summer when Kevin’s former team transferred to the southeastern district. Neil was getting used to seeing campus police everywhere he went, but he would always hate the sight of them.

I have a question here, which I’ve thought about before as well: What the hell is campus police? Because Germany doesn’t have that.

Is it just security guards? It’s not actual police, is it? I’m sure those guys will have more important things to do than to play standby watchdogs at a college.

           The door code was supposed to change every couple months, but with the Ravens in their district Wymack now changed it every week. This week it was the last four digits of Abby’s phone number. Neil was starting to think his teammates were right about Wymack and Abby’s secret relationship.

Honestly, how have I not seen fanart for those two yet. They’re cute as shit. Everyone, chill it on the Andreil and give me the fluffy Wymabby (Abbymack?) cuddles my heart desperately wants.

Once in the stadium, Neil finds Kevin and Aaron playing interior designers.

           “What are you doing?”

           “Finding a new way to make us fit,” Andrew said, “unless you want to stare an empty chair in the face all season. (…) Four people barely fit on a coach. Five is out of the question.”

           “Five?”

           Kevin looked at him like he was stupid. Neil was painfully familiar with that look by now, but even after four months with Kevin he still didn’t appreciate it.

           “You do know your place, don’t you?”

Hhhhhhhasdfghjkl.

Another installment in our popular series Neil Doesn’t Realize People Actually Care About Him, episode 3 of a billion.

           Neil hesitated a second too long, and Aaron finally spelled it out for him. “You’re on the couch with Kevin and Andrew. Sit down.”

It’s a Kandreil Couch! Yay!

The Kandreil Kouch™, for alliteration’s sake.

           “I don’t like being boxed in,” Neil said, “and I don’t want to sit next to your brother.”

           “Nicky put up with it for a year,” Aaron said. “You can deal with it.”

           “You’re his family,” Neil said, not like it meant a thing to them.

They’re your family as well now, ya dingus.

Neil has something to say about ~families~, though.

           Wymack only recruited athletes from broken homes. At the Foxhole Court, “family” was a fantasy invented to make books and Hollywood movies more interesting.

Was someone looking for the Extra™ in this book? Fucking found it.

Also, was someone looking for Wymack? Because I was. Where is my fave.

           From what Neil could hear, someone was harassing Wymack about the team’s tiny line-up. Wymack’s obvious irritation made his reassurances less than convincing, but Neil knew he believed every word he was saying. Wymack didn’t care if he had nine Foxes or twenty-five. He’d stand behind them until the bitter, bloody end.

THERE HE IS. <333333

Just in case anyone needed a reminder of why Wymack is, in fact, the best person in this entire series.

           He strode into the lounge a couple seconds later and followed Dan’s finger to Neil. He looked from Neil to Kevin to Aaron, then around the room at the new layout, then back at Neil.

           “Last I checked Andrew didn’t like you,” Wymack said.

           “He still doesn’t,” Neil said, but he didn’t bother to explain.

I’m just imagining Wymack looking around faster and faster like a comic character and I’m enjoying it tremendously.

Also, “he still doesn’t”, sure, honey…

It’s time for arguably the best speech in this chapter: A Grade A Certified Wymack Pep Talk.

           Wymack folded his arms across his chest and studied each of his Foxes in turn.

           “Abby wrote me a speech to give you this afternoon. It sounded nice, had lots of stuff about courage and loss and coming together in everyone’s time of need. I tore it up and tossed it in the trash can beside my desk.”

Why do I find this so funny. I mean, harsh, dude, she put effort into that and it was actually so sweet of her, but also like. That is such a Wymack move and I love it.

           Wymack built the Foxes from the ground up and handpicked Seth for his first starting line. Between the players’ personal problems, a faulty original contract that let players walk out, and the option to graduate in four years instead of five, Seth was the only one who’d made it to a fifth year on the team. Seth had been a lot of things, most of them unpleasant, but he’d definitely been a fighter. Now he was gone.

Curse you, afterwards character feels! :(((

           Wymack cleared his throat and scratched a hand through his short hair. “Look. Shit happened. Shit’s going to keep happening. You don’t need me to tell you life isn’t fair. You’re here because you know it isn’t. Life doesn’t care what we want out of it; it’s up to us to fight for what we want with everything we’ve got. Seth wanted us to win. He wanted us to make it past the fourth match. I think we owe it to him to perform. Let’s show the world what we’ve got. Let’s make this our year.”

An actual leaked picture of me reacting to this speech.

How do I love thee, Wymack? Let me count the ways………. A FUCKTON.

After that rousing example of a pep talk, everyone gets ready for practice, and I discover a completely accidental pun that I can’t believe I witnessed with my own two eyes:

           A vanity separated the toilets from the shower stalls, and Neil stopped there on his way back to consider his reflection. (…)

           He didn’t realize how long he’d stalled until Matt and Kevin came looking for him.

Get it? Cause he’s in the stalls………….

I’ll see myself out.

           “All the way to finals?” Neil asked.

           “Miracles happen,” Matt said.

           “Don’t rely on something as insubstantial as a miracle,” Kevin said. “You won’t win anything by standing around. Finish getting changed and get down to the court.”

           “One day I want you to look up ‘insensitivity’ in the dictionary,” Matt said, annoyed. “I’m sure it’ll do your ego wonders to see your picture printed beside it.”

GET FUCKIN REKT. Matt, baby, I didn’t know you had such hidden sass qualities. Where were you hiding them and how can we see more of them, like, now.

After a bit of training, Nicky and Andrew finally show up, but before Wymack can shoo them out onto the court, something unexpected happens:

Andrew gets a phone call.

If we learnt anything from the last one he got (which was a killer, by the way), it’s that phone calls for Andrew never mean anything fucking good.

           “Pig Higgins, is that you?” Andrew asked. “Oh, it is. Yes, I’m surprised. Did you forget I don’t like surprises? What? No, don’t stall. You wouldn’t hunt me down after all this time just to chat, so what do you want?” Andrew went quiet for a few seconds to listen, then said, “No,” and hung up.

What. What the fuck is happening. How does Andrew have this police officer so whipped that he gets to call him Pig.

           “What? No, I didn’t hang up on you. I wouldn’t do that. I – no. Shut up.”

           Andrew hung up again.

I want to find this funny, but I just find it weird and disturbing, with a side of asshole-ish. He doesn’t seem in the mood for jokes, he seems serious, yet he keeps hanging up and denying it? This is very fishy to me.

           “Go back,” Andrew finally said. “Who complained? Oh, Pig, don’t give me the runaround. I know where you work, you see. I know who you work with. That means there’s a child in her house. She isn’t supposed – what? No. Don’t ask me that. I said don’t. Leave me alone. Hey,” Andrew said, a little louder like he was trying to drown the officer’s arguments out. “Call me again and I’ll kill you.”

WHAT IS HAPPENING. Who is “she”? What is she not supposed to do? And a child? Whattt.

           “Why is the Oakland PD calling you?”

           “The pig and I go way back,” Andrew said. “He just wanted to catch up. (…) He worked with the Oakland PAL program. Thought he could save at-risk kids by teaching them sports after school. Kind of like you, yes? Idealistic to the core.”

Excuse you, bitch, you’re making that sound like an insult and I am not liking it.

After that scene, completely unimpressed by everyone’s gaping mouths and ‘what-the-fuck’ expressions (including mine), Andrew decides to once again demonstrate his absolute indifference to anything Exy and gets the fuck out of there.

           Impatience pulled Kevin’s mouth into a hard line. “Knock it off. You can’t leave.”

           There was a heartbeat of silence, and Andrew turned around with a wide, wicked smile on his lips. “I can’t, Kevin? I’ll show you what I can’t do. Try and put me on your court today and I’ll take myself off it permanently. Fuck you practice, your line-up, and your stupid fucking game.”

           “That’s enough. We don’t have time for your tantrums.”

           Andrew twisted and punched the wall hard enough to split the skin along his knuckles.

Oh my god, chill out, my dude, what the fuck, take a chill pill, calm your tatas.

Obviously, everyone lets him go after that, but Wymack isn’t quite ready to let the entire subject off the hook yet:

           “Answers, now, Aaron,” Wymack said.

           “I don’t know,” Aaron said. (…) “He was Andrew’s mentor, not mine. I only met the guy once.” (…)

           “Oh,” Nicky said in startled realization. “Is he – ?”

           He didn’t finish, but Aaron understood what he was asking.

           “Yeah,” Aaron said. “He’s the one who told me I had a brother.”

OH SHIT. I’m beyond pumped for the explanation of that backstory.

And we’re done! Good first chapter, shade, practice, violence, lil bit of cryptic backstory, standard Fox program as always. Not much has happened yet, though, as it mostly serves to get us back into the story.

I’m excited for more.

[robinhoodrevisited]

Roars & Reconnaissance (pt.2)

Nottingham Town. Marketplace. (Marian is looking at some clothes on a table. A castle guard is standing near her.) Marian: (to her guard:) “Stand further off. You make me feel as if I am under arrest. (Resumes looking and continues her conversation with Isabella.) So you and the Sheriff are friends now?” Isabella: “Well it’s been a gradual thing, ever since his sister died… I’ve just been a shoulder for him to lean on.” Marian: “Yet he still blames Robin for her death. He and the Black Knights would’ve watched him die and laughed as he did so.” Isabella: “I know, I’m not taking his side believe me. But being Vaisey’s friend can only be a good thing in the long run. Gaining his trust and the freedoms that come with it.” Marian: “I think it’s just asking for trouble. He can’t be trusted.” Isabella: “Well I have to try something, by becoming his friend I no longer have to spy on you or Edward for him. (Quickly, at Marian’s look:) Not that I ever spied on you anyway!” Marian: (Shakes her head and continues rummaging:) “I know that, but I don’t like it, Isabella. If you lie down with dogs you get up with fleas.” Isabella: “No one is laying with anyone. (Again, at Marian’s look:) Well OK, other than Allan, but I make sure he bathes regularly. (They both share a smile.) Look, I have to get back to Edward, I’ll see you back at the castle.” (Marian nods and Isabella leaves to rejoin Edward at another stall. A man in a dark cloak and an olive green hood meanders through the crowd to Marian’s left side and, standing close behind her, raises his arm to reveal strings of beads and other trinkets hanging from inside his cloak.)  Robin: “Trinkets for the lovely lady?” (Marian, startled, frowns angrily at him, then recognises him as Robin and says nothing, but smiles slightly in anticipation of his antics as he steps back towards Little John and Much and subtly nods to them. Little John and Much take their cue and stride over to a nearby produce merchant and create a distraction. The guard leaves Marian to intercede.) Guard: “Hey, stop it! What are you doing?” 

(Marian waits until Robin looks at her before quickly stepping to his side. They walk off together towards the well as the ruckus continues.) Robin: “They have you well guarded.” Marian: “Why did I choose this? I can hardly breathe in there.” Robin: “Shh. What happened?” Marian: “They’re expecting a guest today, a rich German count. And they’re making me fawn over him, making me dress up and—” Robin: (Interrupting:) “A German? Do you think the Sheriff and Prince John are looking for allies abroad?” Marian: “He’s not an ally; he’s a gambler. The Sheriff has set up gaming tables in the castle. He’s planning to fill his new strong room with the Count’s money.” (Robin smiles greedily.) Robin: (Markedly, smiling broadly:) “You see, another good reason to rob him.” (Leans against a post.) Marian: “Robin, please, do not go down there. It’s dangerous.” Robin: “Well, you know me. I like a challenge. (Robin puts his hand on the side of Marian’s head.) You don’t have to do this.” Marian: “Yes, I do. Without me you wouldn’t even know there was a strong room.” Robin: (Chuckling:) “England needs me.” Marian: (Seriously:) “Yes, England needs me. England needs us.” Robin: “And I need you.” (Robin leans in and kisses Marian.) Marian: (Smiling:) “Hmm. England also needs Clarke. Where is she staying now?” Robin: (Sighs:) “She splits her time between the Commander’s camp and ours. The alliance has not been an easy one, especially once Lexa learned that the Sheriff must not be killed.” Marian: (Frowns:) “You let her go there alone?” Robin: (Winces:) “I’ve met with the Commander myself, I believe she will keep her word and keep the Princess safe. Besides, replacing three hundred of her warriors is taking longer than Lexa anticipated. She is currently in no position to wage war on the Sheriff with her forces depleted.” Marian: (Reading between the lines:) “And since your gang is responsible for their situation... (Smiling sweetly at him:) You think it best to keep your distance?” Robin: “For the time being, yes.” Marian: (Smiling mischievously:) “Coward. (At Robin’s hurt expression, Marian kisses him again. Parting from the kiss, she calls to her escort.) Guard!” (Robin audibly sucks in his breath through his teeth while giving Marian a “I can’t believe you did that; you’re gonna get it” kind of look, then disappears.)

Sherwood Forest. (Clarke is still running from Quint. She stops to catch her breath and calls out to him.) Clarke: "What did I ever do to you?!" Quint: (His voice echoing around the forest:) "Your family killed my family and friends. (Tackling Clarke to the ground as she spins to face him. Holding her down and drawing a knife from his boot:) And my brother died in that ring of fire. (Raising the knife high:) This is for my brother!" (Suddenly, Quint's arm is impaled by a dagger, causing him to drop his own. As Clarke kicks the man off her and gets to her feet, the Commander runs into the clearing. A warrior accompanying Lexa draws his sword and holds it on Quint, daring him to move. Lexa leans down to pull her dagger from Quint's arm.) Lexa: (Speaking down to Quint:) "Attack her and you attack me.” (Quint looks up at her in disbelief.) Clarke: (Breathing hard, to Lexa:) "Thank you." Lexa: (Looking over to Clarke:) "You are alone? Where is your guard?" Clarke: "I didn't think I needed one if I am under the Commander's protection." Lexa: "You don't." Quint: "My fight is only with her, Commander." Lexa: (Looking back to Quint:) "Your fight is over. (To Clarke:) The kill is yours, Clarke." (Lexa replaces her dagger and draws her sword. Quint slowly gets to his feet. Clarke looks to him then back to Lexa who offers her sword for the kill.)

Sherwood Forest. Near Stephen’s cottage. (Stephen, an old acquaintance of the Scarletts’, is standing in the doorway of his cottage, listening with his acute ears, as the gang are walking to meet him.) Will: “We need to break into the strong room, and Stephen was the first person I thought of.” Robin: “Is he a friend of your father’s?” Will: “No, a teacher, a legend in his day. He doesn’t work anymore but he used to be famous. He worked in the Orient. They were his apprentices Gisborne’s lot killed this morning.” Stephen’s cottage. Interior. (Stephen, his eyes blinded by cataracts, puts his hands on Will’s face, feeling it.) Stephen: “Will, still passionate, angry?” Will: “Lots to be angry about.” Stephen: “True. And your skills. You’re using them… not wasting them?” Will: “I’m with Robin Hood.” Stephen: “Good. (Looks towards Robin.) That is not a waste. (Robin smiles slightly. Behind Stephen, Djaq picks up a small, intricately decorated box. Stephen raises the bottom end of his staff back at her.) Do not touch that… please.” Djaq: “I have seen this type of work before. It is Persian, no?” Stephen: “It was my wife’s. (Djaq sets the box back down. Stephen leans on his staff.) The men who died had families, wives and children. I want them to be taken care of.” Robin: “They will be. You have my word. If there’s any information you can give us, anything that they told you…” Allan: (Steps forward.) “Look, I’m not being funny. We’ve seen this death trap in action, right? And now we’re going to take advice from a blind man?” (Stephen suddenly takes Allan’s feet out from under him with his staff.) Stephen: “When a man loses his sight, he finds compensation in the senses that remain. (Stephen offers a hand to Allan and pulls him up. Allan leaves, slipping between Will and Robin, who takes a step back to let him pass with a wide grin.) I do not intend on joining your mission, but I might be of assistance in planning it.” Much: “Yes, but what can you possibly know about the Sheriff’s strong room?” Stephen: “A great deal. I designed it.”

Sherwood Forest. (Clarke stands looking at Lexa's sword.) Lexa: "Is there a problem, Clarke?" (Clarke slowly raises her gaze to look at Lexa. They stare at each other for the briefest of moments before there is an almighty roar heard in the distance. All four of them turn towards the sound.) Clarke: "What is that?" (There is a rustling in the trees as whatever is making the noise is headed straight for them. Lexa, thinking quickly, takes her sword and slices at Quint's leg, sending him to the ground with a thud.) Lexa: (Sheathing her sword and turning to the others:) "Run!" (Clarke, Lexa and her warrior all take off running in the opposite direction as Quint writhes in agony on the ground. As the roaring grows closer and louder, Quint scrambles backwards but is too late. The beast bursts through the trees and attacks him as we cut to black.)

Nottingham Town. The Trip to Jerusalem Inn. Exterior. (Allan stands in the street debating whether or not he should keep his deal with Gisborne. He is grabbed suddenly by the arm and lead into an alcove by Isabella. Before he knows what hit him, Isabella kisses him deeply. As they part Allan slumps against the wall and Isabella looks around, very pleased with herself.) Allan: “Aren’t you worried we’ll be seen together?” Isabella: “Absolutely not, I’m unguarded. I go and do as I please - perks of being good friends with the Sheriff.” Allan: “Oh yeah? And how good of a friendship are you two having?” Isabella: “Me and Vaisey? Ha! Be serious, Allan.” Allan: (Feeling sorry for himself:) “Yeah, well good. I’ve already been embarrassed by a blind git, I don’t want to have to fight the Sheriff for you n’ all.” Isabella: (Rubbing his arm soothingly:) “What’s wrong Allan?” Allan: “I dunno, I feel a little off about this deal with Gisborne. What if I tell him something that gets the gang killed?” Isabella: “Of course you won’t. You’ll tell him what he needs to know and nothing else. (At Allan’s troubled look:) You don’t have to do this at all you know? Tell Robin what happened and say you just went along with Guy so he’d let you go. You haven’t done anything yet.” Allan: “Yeah, I know but...That still doesn’t line our pockets does it? At the end of the day I’m still an outlaw with no money and you’re still bound to your brother.” Isabella: (Considers this:) “Why don’t you tell me what you’re going to say to Guy first? Then we can trim it down a bit to keep it vague enough to protect our friends.” Allan: “There isn’t that much to report. (At Isabella’s encouraging look:) We’re gonna go and try for the strong room again, we’ve met the bloke who designed it, some friend of Will’s dad out in the woods.” Isabella: “OK, well you can’t tell Gisborne about the architect, he’ll just kill him. Who told you about the strong room?” Allan: “You know who, Mar-” Isabella: (Slaps him playfully around the back of the head:) “Definitely don’t say that!” Allan: “Heh, yeah obviously. So what do I say to him then?” Isabella: “Well it’s not a lot to go on but I suppose you say that you’re going to try for the strong room again and they should be extra vigilant.” (They both stand and walk out of the alcove together, Allan steadying his nerve, looking at the Inn. Isabella squeezes his arm and kisses him on the neck.) Isabella: “Good luck.” (Allan takes a few steps forward and stops at a post near the door. He makes a mark on the post with chalk and enters.)

Sherwood Forest. (Clarke, Lexa and her Guard all run through the forest away from the beast that is chasing them.) Lexa: "We need somewhere to hide!" Clarke: "Head for higher ground!" (Clarke and the Commander head toward the steep ridge, the guard following behind them. As the beast's roars grow louder however, he stops and turns towards it. Jumping through the air towards the guard we see for the first time that the beast is a giant lion. Landing on the guard it begins ripping and tearing at his flesh. Lexa draws her sword but is grabbed by the arm by Clarke.) Clarke: "This is our chance, run!" (Pulled along by Clarke, Lexa watches the beast a moment as her guard looks up at her with lifeless eyes. As they crest the peak of the ridge the lion turns its attention toward them. With effortless agility, the beast quickly gains on them.) Lexa: "This was a bad idea." Clarke: (Looking around, making her decision:) "Perhaps not. (Looking down at the ravine:) Everyone knows cats can climb up but they can't climb down." Lexa: (Realising what this means:) "You're insane." Clarke: "We don't have time to debate this. After three. One...Two...Three!" (Clarke jumps off the ridge down into the ravine, rolling onto her shoulder upon landing. Lexa watches amazed as Clarke sails through the air. Looking back to see the lion almost upon her, the Commander re-sheaths her sword and leaps from the ridge. Unfortunately, her landing is less than graceful, rolling her ankle and landing hard on her shoulder. Clarke runs to her aid, lifting Lexa up and dragging her to safety.) Lexa: "Leave me!" Clarke: "No way, look. (Clarke nods towards the lion who is watching them from the top of the ridge.) I told you they can't climb down." Lexa: "I think I separated my shoulder." Clarke: "Yeah, well first thing's first. We have to find cover." (Together, Clarke and the Commander move hurriedly through the forest as the lion roars after them.)