#the whole gang has this cheeky confidence about them

[mo-ok]

Denziman vs Datolar

[gaias-space]

Steve And Eddie Headcannon

(Steddie! Ship, NSFW!18+, Mention of oral, Drug use, fluff, smut, mentions of PTSD and mental health, In this scenario Eddie never died he just has Spicy trauma)

Compliments

It’s the little compliments like this that sparked their Romance. Eddie was so nervous to even say that to Steve. Steve played it cool, like it was nothing. But he was up all night thinking about it. He enjoyed compliments like anyone would, but why did it make him so flustered and excited knowing eddie was the one who said it? It could have been anyone.

“So your like…in a band huh? That’s pretty badass if you ask me…. Maybe I can watch you play sometime or whatever”. Steve said admiring the corroded coffin shirt Eddie wore. “Maybe I’ll write you a song one day Steve” he winks the two always shared small compliments that became for frequent before they became a couple and these compliments were Cherished always

They share the most compliments in the bedroom. “Shit your beautiful Harrington” Eddie’s face was red as he eyes shirtless steve. “Mmm my big boy” eddie mumbles as he holds steves cock in his hand. Drool falling out Eddie’s lips. Or Steve crying out so many words as he is on the cusp of cumming “you feel so good…shit your so beautiful Ed’s . I-oh fuck your a god”. “Your my beautiful boy look at you completely coming undone just from my hand. Oh sweet boy” eddie cooes.

Physical attraction

It’s the damn smile. Steve can’t take his eyes off that damn cute smile of Eddie’s. He loves the cheeky attitude and overly confident comments Eddie makes. They always tease flirt with each-other and it’s always Eddie teasing Steve making him all flustered and unable to speak properly. He pretends to hate it but secretly he never ants Eddie to stop.

One night Steve had a nightmare about Eddie while crashing at his trailer. “Eddie …I don’t mean to wake you I just guess I uh…had a bad dream something happened to you. And I wanted to make sure you were alright” Steve was so nervous he was rubbing the back of his neck but Eddie just chuckled and said “oh dreaming about me were we big boy? Im flattered” it’s those cheesy comments Steve loved. “I’m right here in the flesh safe and sound….did you want to stay here tonight?” He tapped the empty side of his bed. And you know Steve didn’t say no.

Eddie stepped out of the shower, towel drying his long curly hair and only a towel wrapped around his waist. Steve couldn’t look away at the V line and snail trail up his torso, the way he effortlessly dried his hair all relaxed like that. Beads of water trickling Lower and lower until it absorbed in the towel. His eyes wandered admiring every tattoo, every scar, and his beautiful muscles. Eddie was absolutely beautiful he could not look away. “ Like what ya see Harrington?” Steve blushed and looked away “shit” he mumbled under his breath. It was so cute how embarrassed Steve got.

Steve’s hair is Eddie’s weak spot it’s always so perfect and Eddie definitely would make comments about how much he envied the hair. Eddie never really tamed his hair but staying at Steve’s he found all these hair products. He so quickly got used to using them he started to smell like Steve. And he wasn’t complaining 😉

Loving you

“For your modesty dude”. Eddie sure as hell thought about Steve’s gorgeous body that whole week. And he absolutely worshiped it. Every “sleepover” they had Steve would wake up in either his denim vest or in Eddie’s hellfire shirt. And every now and again the gang would notice little things like Steve wearing a chain or ring of Eddie’s, and one day Eddie completely forgot he was wearing Steve’s yellow sweater or smelt like Steve’s cologne

Eddie couldn’t keep his act up for long he loved Steve and his body. The way he would lick his torso and his soft eyes would look at Steve in awe “your so god damn perfect Harrington” it wasn’t the love making that made Steve’s cheeks bright red, but when Robin wasn’t thinking and loudly mentioned the bright hickey left on his neck the next day. He wasn’t ashamed to be dating Eddie Steve was just a submissive shy little bitch.

There were moments of appreciation when Steve brought Eddie clothes on the trip to the store with the rest of the group. “Look man I’m embarrassed enough but please, I haven’t showered in days and your the only guy my age. Please…get whatever you have” the urgency and vulnerability in Eddie’s voice as he pulled Steve close to him to whisper. Steve couldn’t say no. And when he threw the bag of clothes and cologne to him swiftly to avoid the rest questioning it they shared a look of deep appreciation. “God I love you Henderson” he thought

When Steve was away Eddie cuddled His pillow Steve slept in, inhaling his scent and never letting go. Being alone scared Eddie after everything he went through with the town and vecna. “Oh god I miss you”he cries out squeezing the pillow tighter until he fell asleep.

Steve was just as emotional when he wasn’t with Eddie. He sleeps in Eddie’s shirts and every item he gets from Eddie rings, mixtapes, and shirts he would never take off. He felt braver and more confident always carrying a piece of Eddie with him

Comfort in you <3

Eddie leaned into Steve, he felt his warmth behind him and all the tension that day eased. He had Steve, he could do anything. He just wanted to melt into his arms then and there. They were going into a battle and he was scared. When he felt Steve behind him he completely melted inside. How he wished Steve knew how he felt then

Theres nights where eddie gets overwhelmed flashbacks fill his mind and he can’t sleep. But Steve was always there to remind him and reassure him he is okay. “Hey Eddie baby I’m right here” Steve reassures holding his wrists gently and rubbing soothing circles along his wrist and hand. “Your not what your thoughts say. I know your afraid your becoming your father but trust me. Your not living up to that Munson name your so afraid of.” Eddie cries and falls into Steves chest. “You are so amazing Ed’s, look at you! Nobody can say they’ve done half the amount of great things you’ve done. Like fighting demobats to save Hawkins, roll two! Not one- TWO natural 20’s in one game, and look…you have so many friends who love you…god Ed’s I love you”. He kisses his forehead.“And ya know what?” He pulls eddie close to him lifting his chin to look into his eyes. “Wh-what Steve?” “Your a bad ass dungeon master the best out there. You inspire me everyday”. I love you Stevie boy”.

Some days eddie and Steve will just lay on the couch, Eddie smoking a blunt, Steves head nuzzled into Eddie’s chest while they play a slasher film or softly play Music they felt safe in eachothers arms and they wouldn’t want it any other way. Just them two together. Steve will play with Eddie’s curls gently twirling them in his fingers, tracing his tattoos and inhaling his scent. And Eddie would hold Steve in his arms gently stroking his cheek until Steve fell asleep drooling on him. Eddie couldn’t get over how cute Steve was “what are you doing to me Harrington” he whispers smiling at the sleeping boy on him

One day eddie gave Steve a mixtape he made filled with all his Favourite songs that month Steve appreciated it so much he was a stuttering mess “think of me will ya?” Eddie says with a smirk. And Steve did. He played the mixtape learning all the new bands Eddie loved and when he wasn’t with him he’d repeat the songs over and over imagining Eddie was beside him <3

[ravenadottir]

What do you think Kassam’s route would have been like if he had been one of the og boys, and how would his character have developed

my guy, i think i had a braingasm the moment i saw this ask! this is such a cool galaxy brain question, i can’t even...

‘cause i think so much about the possibility of kassam as an og, it’s actually ridiculous!! but in order to put him on day 1, i would have to put one of the boys in casa amor, and i’m choosing gary. that’s because lottie is gonna take interest in kassam right away. let me organize these thoughts in order of happenings in the villa...

♪ when mc steps outside, he’s lowkey interested, but he keeps his hands behind his back, only giving her a nod, accompanied by a smirk, when she says hi.

♪ “if any of you fancy me, please step forward.” kassam would be discreetly stepping forward, shooting her a neutral look, since he doesn’t want to come across as desperate, but a wink is also happening.

♪ “why did you step forward, kassam?” “i think we’re gonna hit it off, and you seem like a real sound girl.” bobby would say something like “ha! get it, because he’s a dj!” and laugh, but the prickly boy wouldn’t even look at him, focusing on mc.

♪ if mc chose to couple up with him, he would stand by her side, whispering his conversation, slightly analyzing the other boys.

♪ when lottie struts out, not gonna lie, he’s gonna think she’s attractive, but maybe a little intimidating. i do believe if she stole him (which i very much want to do here, since it’s an o.g kassam route), he’ll be standing next to her, but glancing at mc’s direction.

♪ the truth or dare challenge would probably be the opportunity to send him the picture, but if mc decided to kiss her partner i think that would “scare” kassam a bit. just because i don’t think he’s into p.d.a.

♪ he would have a lot of trouble relating/talking to anyone, because he automatically hates rocco, and for sure has some issues with how much rocco and bobby talk. which leads me to believe he would be closer to noah and ibrahim. (IT’S SO FREAKY TO THINK ABOUT THAT!!).

♪ priya is still gonna steal mc’s partner, which is not a big deal because she’s more interested in kassam than anyone else.

♪ kassam having more time in the villa means he’s also gonna open up to mc, eventually, and i think that’s what i wanted the most in casa amor. something to make us understand why he’s been closed up and extremely on edge at all times, like having the ear tick, the nerves, the quietness, if there’s anything to be talked about, mc would be person he would go to.

♪ music is probably what helps him relax, and right now he’s deprived of that, in every instance, so if the game wanted me to pay gems to bang some pots and do the glasses’ rim trick with him, i would a hundred percent be paying for that!

♪ bobby being musical himself would definitely blossom a connection between them. something that would make him a little fonder of cake boy. “i was wrong to judge you so fast, i guess.” and this could’ve been the “rap gang” throwback to season 1, having kassam doing beats, bobby doing the harmony, probably ibrahim rapping nonsense along with mc, and getting weird lines out of it! i would pay gems every time, i don’t care how much that would cost!

♪ as the recoupling approaches, kassam says he wants to couple up with us, but because bobby and he weren’t so close, the pastry chef has no idea of the dj’s intentions, proceeding to pick us.

♪ bobby’s choice forces kassam to choose between marisol and hannah, and going for the law student would be the obvious pick. but so much more awkward than gary’s was, because kassam wouldn’t try to hide the fact that he’s into someone else.

♪ marisol and kassam would be a friendship couple from the get go, because they have nothing in common, and that would probably make marisol realize her attraction towards rocco earlier.

♪ i do believe kassam would’ve been a cheeky sort, not the type that gary is, but definitely sneaking around to steal a kiss or two. “i don’t know what’s happening to me. i wouldn’t usually do this...” he smiles, almost not noticing it. “... but i feel close to you... it’s weird...”

“wow, kassam, thanks...”

“no, no i don’t mean like that... i’m just not used to it. you’re not the weird part of all this.”

“and what is?”

“me...” he proceeds to laugh uncomfortably.

♪ twitter bingo would have a fact about him, possibly a secret kiss, but it’s not revealed who he had it with.

♪ mr. love island. his “swimsuit” portion would be similar to lucas’, flexing his arms once he gets out of the pool, direct advice from noah, rahim and bobby. his talent would definitely include music in, possibly doing those beatbox tricks with two or three layers of sound... maybe even the low bass voice, which it’s honestly... SO FUCKING HOT. it would be a tough competition. between ibrahim doing the rubik’s cube trick shirtless, and kassam doing this... i don’t think noah or bobby would stand a chance!

♪ roccosol is still happening, and kassam is baffled by how much lottie is lying through her teeth, and shouting about the matter, since she was already talking to him behind rocco’s back. remember the welcome party for lucas and henrik? which would also mean kassam doesn’t take much heat from food/drinks, and that’s funny to me, for some reason!

♪ i do think instead of rahim, kassam would’ve been voted as “least dateable/leaving the show with a girlfriend. not endangered like lucas/henrik/rocco, but definitely voted. mc having the opportunity of the firepit conversation would end up in a kiss, and the angst is just taken on a new level!

♪ the date with him, before the recoupling on day 9, would be the chance we have to get to know him better, maybe having him tell us an embarrassing story about a gig he had. and if it was an ex’s story, even better! we don’t have that from him.

♪ hideaway scene, after the girls’ choice, would have him slightly less confident than he usually is. “i’m really excited to be here with you, i just don’t know exactly what to do.”

“i mean, if you don’t know, i don’t think i can get a biology book here.”

he would probably chuck a pillow in your direction and laugh at your joke. “i’m just nervous, i guess... i’m not used to feeling nervous around girls.”

♪ now! here’s the tricky part of the whole villa plotline in his route. operation nope. if mc went with it, he would end things, loudly and clearly, because he cannot stand betrayal, much less coming from the girl he spent so many days chasing. and he would probably advise MC to tell hope about it before it happened. kassam should be the type that breaks up with you and don’t want you back, later. i would definitely program him to act like that!

♪ drama to him is pointless, especially if it involves other people. he doesn’t see why people are being so out there about things, and definitely doesn’t understand why his girl has to be the one to solve everything. “i understand they’re upset but it’s not your job to fix it.”

♪ chelsea coming in, along with jakub, would irritate him to the extreme. the bomb she drops about him and lottie would have everyone riled up. YES, I WANT KASSAM TO KISS LOTTIE. they were coupled up before and he thinks she’s hot, besides the fact he was insecure about mc being picked by bobby. similar plot line to gary’s, except he might say something like “i had to know if there was anything there.” i really want him to explain himself here, but with short words: “we were coupled up just an hour before the recoupling. i wanted to make sure there was nothing there.”

“and...?” mc asks, staring at him.

he glances at lottie, shrugging. “there isn’t.”

♪ as revenge, mc would go on the date with jakub, resulting in kassam being apprehensive when it comes to talk about his feelings to her. and very angry and jealous, because that’s just who he is!

♪ the news about the recoupling arrive the night priya and hope are having that big fight, and yes, the bathroom scene happens with kassam, but he’s one of the boys that say the line “i want this to mean something to you”.

♪ disaster recoupling gets you both angry, and kassam would, for the first time, raise his voice, questioning jakub and the boy who steals mc. no, he wouldn’t be like the others and only question jakub or no one. at that point, everything is working against him, and just two days after mc finds out about the secret kiss, this is throwing him into a spiral of stress.

♪ casa amor gets everyone pissed off, and everything stays the same, except you get gary instead of kassam, and he’s interested in lottie and mc. (maybe the unicorn route wouldn’t happen). but casa days would’ve been way more interesting because now marisol and lottie are interested in the same guy! and in some cases, mc as well lol NOW, THAT WOULD’VE MADE CASA INTERESTING!

♪ cheeky the way gary is, he’s probably trying to stick with one girl by suggesting a kiss, sharing the bed and etc, but if mc is not interested in him, lottie would probably be torn about bringing him back or not, and marisol would get confused between gary and graham, proceeding to focus on fish boy, later.

♪ coming back from casa amor, kassam is single, and you get bean bags conversation, only with him he says how anxious he was for mc to come back. “i’m just... really glad you’re here. i...” he stammers a bit. “i missed you.”

“did you miss lottie too?” mc would raise her brows, slightly irritated.

“no, of course not! i missed...” realizing she’s being prickly, just like him, he continues. “har, har... very funny.”

“i didn’t think it was funny finding out you kissed her.”

“i wouldn’t think that either... i’m sorry i didn’t tell you.”

♪ the route is pretty much the same from there, except for a couple of moments:

one: the conversation we have with gary, by the pool, is held by kassam, and he talks about anxiety, and how that affected his relationships in the past. he didn’t know how much he missed out because he was too afraid of taking the leap, and he’s glad he’s in a better place now. also, talking about therapy and mental illness in the same tone gary did, with body issues.

two: he would make a comment of how excited he is to write songs about mc, and how much he has been thinking of his journey and the album he’s gonna dedicate to his time there.

♪ asking mc to be his girlfriend would go a little differently, since he’s not the blob of characterization he normally becomes in the game.

♪ he would continue to be prickly, and sarcastic, but his journey would’ve taught him how to trust people more, and the improbable friendships he developed there would go to show just how much he’s opening up, and how it can only get better from there.

♪ his speech, at the prom, would include his friends, mentioning them as the support system he had in there, just like one of the girls do with mc. “my journey wouldn’t have been the same if it wasn’t for you lads. and despite the bad advice i got, i guess everything worked out in the end.”

i really think kassam deserved a spot in the og’s line up, mostly because of how different he is from the other boys. he would probably have a brief friendship with lucas if the physiotherapist stayed, too.

hope this is what you were looking for. thank you so much for this ask!

[writesowhatnext]

crush: a noun and a verb // fred weasley

Summary: The reader works at The Three Broomsticks and has a bit of a crush on Fred. Well, more than a bit. Worse still, he knows it and he is one cocky bastard.

Request: Hi I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn, but if you are, then I have an idea for a Fred Weasley x reader where the reader works at the three broomsticks and has a crush on Fred. He knows this already and purposely goes there (sometimes with George and Lee) to tease and annoy her. Ty, I love your writings x

A/N: this was such a cute request

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: swearing :) and also idk playful hitting I guess? The word abuse + bit of a steamy make out (not too steamy)

Fred Weasley was a menace to society, The Three Broomsticks, and, on a personal note, your entire existence.

You remembered the first time you met him all too well. You were behind the bar, somewhat overprepared for the influx of Hogwarts students you’d been warned about when two boys in robes sauntered in. They were obviously twins, handsome too and around your age with red hair and freckled skin and a distinct air of trouble. They laughed to each other as they walked over; one of them leaning on the bar to get your attention. What you didn’t realise until you got closer to the boy at the bar was how tall he was, or how lovely his dark eyes were.

“You alright there?” he asked, a charming smile on his face. You could feel your face heat up and whether he could see it or not, something about your bashful side-eye or immediate swallow to dislodge the lump in your throat gave away how nervous you were.

“What? Fine, yeah. Yes. You?” you blurted out. His eyebrows rose in amused surprise and you had to blink a few times before you remembered what you were being paid for. “Sorry, what can I get you today?”

His grin only widened when he saw how flustered you were, clearly enjoying that it was all because of him.

That was only the start of Fred’s monopoly on your attention. The second time he came into the pub, it was a sunny day and most students had gone elsewhere – the cosy atmosphere of The Three Broomsticks not a big seller in the sunshine. Not Fred and George though, they didn’t seem to care.

When they walked in, you couldn’t help but consider how attractive they were. Even after meeting them only once, though, you could tell them apart. You could tell which one had gotten you flustered at the bar and as you sat by the kitchens, ready for table service, it was hard to deny how attracted you were to him. Something about his confidence and the easy way he leant across the bar and the way he’d looked at you stirred something inside of you and whilst it wasn’t unpleasant, per se, you did not enjoy having a crush. You sighed, dropping your head into your hands and groaning in frustration. You had to curse yourself really: you get a new job and the first thing you do is go weak at the knees for a boy? Shameful, you thought.

“Y/N,” your boss said, handing you a plate of chips through the kitchen window. “I don’t pay you to sit there and think about how hard it is to be a teenager. Table twelve.”

Your expression turned dry at his words, but you didn’t say anything, only rolling your eyes when he couldn’t see as you picked up the plate and headed over to table twelve: a table crowded by two red-headed gentlemen with matching coats, butterbeer pints and, well, faces.

“Chips?”

You stood next to them; acutely aware of their eyes on you. The one that you’d spoken to before stared at you for a moment before a spark of recognition lit up his eyes and a smile lifted his features.

“That’s us,” they both said at the same time, moving their pint glasses out of the way. You placed the plate down gently, very much eager to leave without making a fool out of yourself by doing something stupid like throwing chips everywhere.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?”

Somehow, hearing him speak the second time only worsened your reaction. Your face felt like it was on fire and as you opened your mouth, every single word you’d ever known died on your tongue. You nodded. He noticed your stiff jaw and your avoidance of eye contact and he wet his lips, smirking.

“Well, we’re regulars so I think we better introduce ourselves; don’t you?” he stuck his hand out and for a moment, you just stared at his outstretched palm and debated whether it was good for you financially to leg it out of the pub. “I’m Fred.”

With a gulp, you wiped your palm quickly on your apron, hoping he didn’t notice, before you shakily grabbed his hand. His smile widened and you tried not to concentrate on it too much, already far too aware of his warm fingers surrounding yours. When he let go, the colder air of the pub was nice. It would be a lie, though, to say you didn’t miss the contact.

“And I’m George,” his brother said, folding his arms and looking at you with what could only be described as a shit-eating grin, a very different vibe to his brother. He made no movement to shake your hand and you were grateful. Given how completely nervous you were, you were sure it would’ve clammed up again instantly, had he offered.

“Y/N,” you nodded, smiling a little. Your nervous stuttering and sweating were starting to get on your nerves and you were keen to get a grip.

“You look a bit nervous there, Y/N,” Fred said, feigning mock concern. “Are you alright?”

In that second, you’d never been simultaneously more pissed off and attracted to someone. That cheeky bugger, you thought, teasing you for your crush on him. Annoyingly, his brashness only worked in his favour as you found yourself all the more attracted to him for it.

“Of course,” you tried to keep your voice level. You were failing if George’s amused smile was anything to go by. “Nothing to be nervous about, is there?”

You pursed your lips slightly, focusing on Fred for a fraction too long. If you’d looked any longer, though, you would’ve seen interest flicker in his eyes.

“If you’ll excuse me, gents, I’ve got to get back to work.”

As soon as you began to walk back to the kitchen, Fred whipped his head around to watch you with ardent curiosity. When he turned back, George was sending him a very deadpan, very knowing look.

After that, Fred came in every single weekend. Mostly, he came with George, but occasionally he would come alone. Sometimes he brought others with him. Many times, he bustled into the pub with a whole gang of students; one you recognised as Harry Potter, the boy from the papers. One very chilly day in December was no different. The pub was full of students trying to get in from the cold and Fred, one of them, as full of energy, as usual, steered a younger girl to the bar by her shoulders. She was much shorter than him but she had the same red hair and freckles. She was a great deal prettier too, mind you.

“Hello, my dear, dear Y/N,” he said, leaning on the bar as you cleaned a pint glass with a rag.

“Fred, what a pleasure.”

Your tone may have been sarcastic but you couldn’t hide the fondness that leaked through. It had been so long and yet you still couldn’t shake your crush. Of course, it didn’t help, though, that Fred never let you forget it.

“Y/N, this is my sister, Ginny,” Fred pointed at the girl vaguely, barely taking his eyes off of you as his elbows settled on the sticky wood beneath them. “Ginny, this is Y/N – the most beautiful barkeep in the world.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, used to his teasing. He always did this. He always complimented you to try to get a rise and, despite yourself, you couldn’t help your reaction to him. He thrived off your awkwardly shy expressions and shaky movements and your responses to his compliments spurred him on the most.

“I’m so sorry he’s your brother,” you said to Ginny, shooting Fred a dull glance. Her eyebrows, which had been tightly knitted together in a frown, lifted immediately and a smile spread across her lips.

“Me too, don’t worry. You get used to it,” she said. Her voice was surprisingly hardy for such a small girl and you wondered, for a second, what horrors Fred and George had put her through. You both rolled your eyes as Fred mocked hurt and with an awkward but sweet wave, she left the bar, probably in search of her friends.

“How about a free butterbeer for your favourite customer?” Fred asked, smiling cheekily. You bit the inside of your cheek, rolling your eyes again. You played along though, knowing that he enjoyed messing with you and you enjoyed, well, any time you could spend with him. You leant on the opposite side of the bar; eyebrows furrowed as you pretended to look around. You tried to ignore the close proximity between your upper arms.

“I don’t see Hermione Granger anywhere?”

He choked a laugh, unable to contain his toothy grin, obviously pleased at your answer.

“Now that’s just plain cruel.”

“And you deserve it.”

“Here I was, thinking you liked me.”

You narrowed your eyes at his sad puppy dog expression, barely noticing George approach. “And why would I like you?” you replied far too quickly. There was an edge to your voice, but you hoped he didn’t hear it.

“Very defensive. Did you hear that, George?”

“I did indeed, Fred.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Y/N fancied me or something.”

You rolled your eyes, pouring a pint of butterbeer and pushing it over to Fred.

“It’s on the house if you piss off.”

Fred stood up dramatically straight, saluting you and shooting you a wink before walking over to where his sister had disappeared to, somewhere by Harry Potter and an assortment of other faces you recognised. The wink sent your mind into overdrive and with a marginally annoyed huff, you shook your head to try to dispel the heat from your cheeks; you hoped no one noticed it in the warmth of the pub.

“You know he fancies you too, right?” George asked, reminding you he was still there. He leant away from the bar on one of the beams holding the ceiling up.

“Pfft,” you reach for a glass, pouring George a pint. “Yeah, and I’m the seeker for the Holyhead Harpies.”

“Y/N, Fred’s dragged me in here nearly every bloody Hogsmeade trip for the last three years. Do you honestly think he’d do that only for a laugh?”

You shot him a dry look as you placed the pint on the counter.

“Fine, maybe he would. But not for you.”

You watched George fish through his pockets for some coins before offering them to you. You just shook your head, folding his fingers towards him and pushing the money away.

“He really does like you; he’s just a muppet that doesn’t know how to stop taking the piss. Think about it, yeah?”

Your nod as he left was absentminded, and you couldn’t help but stew a little on his words.

It wasn’t until you were ending your shift about a week later that you saw Fred again. He was wearing his Hogwarts uniform when he barrelled through the door and you nearly didn’t recognise him. You couldn’t deny he looked good and even as he stalked towards you, his snow-covered shoes ruining the floor you had just mopped, you had to admire him a little. Something about the rolled-up sleeves of his jumper and the red and gold of his tie was a good look for him and you could barely focus until he stopped right in front of you, almost trampling the mop in your hand.

“You know it’s not just a joke, right?”

It was then that you realised how serious he looked, and – wait, shouldn’t he be wearing a robe?

“Are you not cold?”

“Blood freezing, actually, but let’s not avoid the question, sweetheart.”

Too concerned about the weather and his lack of appropriate attire, you didn’t even register his words. You just grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him over to a seat by the fireplace. Without another word, grateful that everyone else had left for the day, you fetched him a blanket, tossing it around his shoulders before sitting down opposite him.

“What are you doing here? Are you even allowed here? Won’t you get in trouble?”

With the blanket huddled around his head, a boyish grin shaped his features and your insides twisted at how cute he looked.

“So, you care if I’m I get into trouble?”

You rolled your eyes, thumping him with the back of your hand. He rubbed his arm but his smile didn’t budge.

“I wanted to see you,” he admitted, an uncharacteristically shy look on his face.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Blimey, is there an echo in here?”

You went to hit him again but he moved away before you could. He tilted his head from side to side as if debating something.

“We were packing to go back home for the holidays and George told me that you think it’s all just a joke.”

“What’s all just a joke?”

You knew you were probably being dim but you didn’t understand what he was talking about in the slightest – you hadn’t expected to see him again until January and whilst that didn’t particularly fill you with joy, you’d made your peace with it.

“Christ, you are being thick today,” he said, barking a laugh. “Us. You think we’re just a joke. Me and you.”

Us? Your stomach turned inside out at the word. You hadn’t realised Fred thought there was a ‘you and him’. When you didn’t say anything, Fred looked down, messing with hte edges of the blanket between his fingers.

“And I couldn’t have you thinking that could I? So, I came down here-“

“Without a coat.”

“Without a coat,” he rolled his eyes. “Because I had to make sure you knew.”

“Knew what?”

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and whilst you were partly sure of what he meant, you needed him to say it. Knowing your luck, you’d end up connecting the dots wrong and making a thunderbird out of a bowtruckle.

“That all those jokes and stuff-“ he looked at you then, letting out a humourless laugh. “I fancy you, Y/N, okay. In an actually quite big and honestly quite inconvenient way.  And I realised, thanks to George actually, that you didn’t know that.”

You didn’t speak for a moment, mouth dropping open.

“You what?”

Your voice was much louder and much more incredulous than you’d intended. “You’ve been teasing me for bloody years and what? You actually feel the same?”

“Well,” he said with a small grin. “I wouldn’t say the same, you do have very strong-“

You moved to hit him with the back of your hand again when he caught your wrist and pulled you toward him. The blanket shrugged off his back as you were pulled over him, your faces dangerously close together.

“That’s practically domestic abuse.”

You could feel his breath on your lips.

“You know,” he wet his lips slowly, eyes flicking down to yours. “I’m quite glad I came,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand as you hovered over him. “Means I get to do this.”

His hand moved from behind your ear to your cheek and then he was kissing you. You would’ve been embarrassed at how loudly you sighed into his mouth had he not smiled, his hand abandoning your wrist to grab your waist, pulling you toward him so you were straddling his lap. Then his hands were everywhere, skimming up and down from your waist to your back to your hips; you could barely keep track as he stole your breath. The warmth of it all was perfect. His tongue lapped at your lips and your hands disappeared into his hair, pulling him closer. Against all that’s sane and good in the world, you both pulled away, breathing heavily. His hands settled on your waist as he stared up at you, eyes blown wide.

“Careful now,” he said, a smirk lifting the corner of his swollen lips. “Carry on like that, and I might think you fancy me or something.”

“You’re so fucking lucky I like you.”

And then you kissed him again.

[bakugous-bbygirl]

Okay I liked your how BAKUSQUAD would react to singing ddlg okay but how would they react to singing PJ or 3 musketeers all by ppcocaine maybe including hawks and Dabi

~How Bakusquad reacts to you singing 3 Musketeers + Dabi and Hawks~

Ooooo I like this. Also thank you for the ask! I chose 3 musketeers because it had a little more wiggle room with all 7 of them. Although PJ is a equally good song I would be willing to this for PJ but maybe with less characters for my sanity

A bit of background to make this easy: this song has hella bi vibes so if your not into that it’s not a big deal it might just be mentioned once or twice depending on the lyrics

Also slightly 18+ again. Her songs get dirty. Swearing and mentions of weed smoking

Mina

(Sp—, Sp—, Spain, what you doing?)

Hey Daddy Kaine! (Listen up)

I got bitches (You got bitches?)

Haha, ayy, ayy

Tell lil' shorty come here (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Trap bunnie bubbles!

Again Mina is the queen of knowing ppcoacaine.

All you had to say is you have bitches and it’s over with

She pops her head from the kitchen asking if you got bitches

She knows your not serious because your relationship is like, the best.

But it’s still fun to sing

Totally killed the rest of the song together she’s the best hype woman for you

Hawks

Bitch, I still get texts from my ex

You thinkin' that she yours but she movin' to the next (The next)

No bitch can compare, they all think I'm the best (Fuckin' right)

Real witch bitch, put yo' ass in a hex (Voodoo)

Bitch, I got big stack, big flex (Big flex)

Baby call my phone, tryna blow her tax check

Call me a nympho 'cause I like good sex (Oh)

But don't be mad when you going through my texts

Fair to say he was slightly caught off guard on how confidently your saying this stuff right next to your boyfriend

At first he thought you seriously got textes from your ex with made the poor bird a little insecure

Once you explain it’s just the lyrics and that you blocked your ex before you guys started dating he’s okay

Handles it pretty calmly and just wants to know the song

You even did little dancing motions like you are really feeling yourself to this song. Damn it’s kinda hot

He doesn’t listen to it as hard as you clearly do but enough to know when it’s gonna happen again

Like a 7/10 hype man and does the background work for you to keep your energy up

Still slightly worried about the ex and sometimes goes through your texts just to make sure

Kirishima

Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Ayy, ayy (Musketeers), tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear (Always hear it)

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Loves the fact your so confident

I mean yeah the song is a little vulgar for you being such a bottom for him

Really curious how you look topping a girl

Wouldn’t mention it but just know he’s thinking it

Would ask how you came across the song in the first place since it’s not what he assumed you listened to while working out with him

You explain your hype playlist is a journey for another day

Overall though: much calm 9/10 because of the one impure thought but again you don’t know that

However next time you are away he’s so thinking about it while getting himself off

You probably look really hot going down on another girl

...okay now he’s questioning if you’d be okay with a threesome. It’s not cheating if everyone is cool right?

Right?

Dabi

Bitch, shake that ass or kick rocks (Kick rocks)

Fuck a situationship, I'm tryna see that box

Saw her on her Tinder, said she like long walks (Oh the beach)

Runnin' with my phone but bitch who got these locks?

Dumb ho, who bought this motherfuckin' phone?

Yeah, shorty love it 'cause I'm making her moan

Try to find another bitch, get hit in the dome

Yeah, I know I am a queen 'cause I'm sitting on the throne

Man he was smirking his cocky ass off.

You flipping your hair (wether it be long or short I flip my short hair all the time.)

Grinding all in his lap durning the sexual parts

Tapping his temple half way joking and half way threatening him for real about him finding another girl

Also referring to yourself as queen and his crotch as your throne

He just holds your hips and makes you grind again whispering dirty shit in your ear

Oh he took it the most seriously because he knows you’ve had past relationships

This one is just the best.

For sure ended with you “sitting on your throne” you know, just while moving your hips and bouncing

And the next time you go into your playlist you happen to notice that almost all of your songs are gone minus all the ppcocaine songs you have

Cheeky burnt man but two can play at that game

Sero

Hey, gang, NextYoungin

It's Daddy Kaine in this bitch (Ayy)

Pull up to the function and she tryna get lit

Shorty talkin' foreign, yeah, I'm thinking she a Brit

Never stay strapped 'cause my brothers with the shit

Keep talking money 'til they hit you with a lick (Baow)

All yo' shit fake but there's Gucci on my fit

She want bread for the head but no, I'm not a trick (Nah)

Okay you two were just smoking weed and you actually were on the verge of falling asleep

Until you heard this part about to play

You had sat up and starting getting all silly

You didn’t face him while doing it but he could tell you had your eyes closed since you were still a little sleepy

About half way though you had laid back down in his lap admiting you didn’t know the rest and giggling

You guys still finished smoking just he didn’t take it seriously at all since you were high and it was a song

Still wants to hear you do it while your sober just doesn’t take it seriously in the moment

He’s a good and trusting boyfriend and he knows you don’t mean anything behind it

Bakugou

Switchin' up the roles, charge a rack for the flick

Keeping dirty money but my hands still clean (Yup)

Bitch is high tech, yeah, I think she off the lean

Don't try to kiss me, ho, you need some Listerine

Drown in this money, all you see on me is green

I bought her a Perc' and I bought her a bean

Now she blowin' up my phone so I know that she a fiend

Got her in her feelings, tell her bestie that I'm mean

No, I never need no hoes, I just pass 'em to the team

He’s the king of passing hoes off to his team

Denki was always lonely so it worked for him

When it came to you he didn’t take you as someone who rapped at all or talked about passing hoes off

Just got all grumpy and held you from behind mumbling something about not passing him off

He knows good and well you couldn’t give him up your totally in love he just wants to make sure you know it’s not a choice

He asked why you even like the song if none of it applied to you for real and that earned him a nice bonk to the head

You don’t have to always relate if you just wanna vibe and rap

Mostly just curious how you got into such intense music he liked it deep down inside but no way he’s letting you know that.

Denki

Oh

You got bitches, Nya?

Hell yeah

How many?

Hmm.. three musketeers

Ha! (Da—, da—, damn, what you doing?)

Daddy Kaine and Cocaine

Yeah, Daddy Kaine and Cocaine, huh

He so learned from his mistake last time

Would you call it a mistake? He wouldn’t. But he still made sure to put his game down for you.

He was mostly listening to you the whole time to make sure you wouldn’t climb on top of him and demolish his high score

But since you stayed in your seat he relaxed a bit

He still put his arm around you after losing at his game and gave you a firm make out session making sure if you did have bitches he was the best

Wait no he’s not a bitch

But your not his he wouldn’t call you a bitch?

Let alone his bitch.

Poor baby worked his brain to hard and got totally distracted while kissing you

Zoned out until you bit his lip

He was fine afterwards just got a little Too caught up

Haha thank you guys for reading! Please send in requests anytime this was a lot of fun for me!

[sloppy-butcher]

i,,i would like to request a rarepair ship i came up with. Caleb/Kazan. Something *exceptionally* soft maybe..? if you do requests like this, ofc. ty!!

sweetie... baby... you aren’t the only one! sooooo many people ship Caleb and Kazan! Welcome to the club!!!! we have jackets. i pushed this request forward because i really like this ship and i don't see enough of it

thank you for requesting it!!! i hope it's good enough! i actually really enjoy writing these types of things so please if anyone has any more hmu!!!

very bad nsfw below the cut

HeadCanons for The Deathslinger (Caleb Quinn) with The Oni (Kazan Yamaoka)

Caleb has been with many lovers both male and female. It was the Wild West, after all, people lived fast and died young and were always itching to get down and dirty with absolutely anyone. Caleb was no exception but even with his multiple partners, he had never seen anyone the size of Kazan. Cowboys were small by nature, having to live off the back of a horse in a hostile desert meant that men were always thin and lanky. Kazan was a complete 180 on everything Caleb has ever known. The robust, behemoth of a man rivaled Caleb’s own height and was about three times his width. He often caught himself wondering about the samurai, daydreaming if one could be so bold - thinking about how anyone could be so big and have hands so large. How does one even maintain or feed a weapon like that? “He’s built like a demon,” Caleb commented to an otherwise oblivious Evan. “He’s called the Oni for a reason. It means ‘ogre’ or ‘demon’ or something in Japanese.” Evan snorted before leaving the dusty cowboy alone with his thoughts.

Kazan would also be very intrigued by the cowboy's appearance. All the samurai has known is war therefore he judges all people by their presumed performance in battle. At first glance, Kazan files Caleb under the category of ‘dying in the first fight’. The man was skinny with little to no visible muscle on his frame and had an awful limp limiting his movement and ability to attack or defend. But as Kazan inspected the cowboy more he realized that he had more to him than just his appearance. Caleb was smart, the smartest man Kazan had ever met. Kazan believed Caleb could build anything in the world; give the man the right materials and tools and he could build a weapon to kill God. He felt great respect for the cowboy, for his brains and his mastership of all things mechanical and gunpowder.

Caleb let Kazan hold his gun once, which is a feat in of itself as he was very protective of his weapon. He showed Kazan how to position the gun on his shoulder, how to look through the aiming rig, and shot down its sights. Kazan was eager to feel the boom of the gun but his finger couldn’t touch the trigger. His hands were too big.  “Would ya look at that?” Caleb said taking the gun from the samurai and inspecting the trigger. He chuckled then looked at the other, “You’re too big. Here,” Caleb raised his hand for Kazan to see, “Lemme get a good look at ‘em.” Kazan obliged and placed his own to the cowboys. Caleb had to hold back a gasp, they were huge! Massive digits with long claws at the fingertips. After a moment of gawking Caleb dropped his hand and let out a laugh. “Damn.” He tipped his hat and walked away, Kazan following behind wondering why he was laughing. He thought Caleb's hands were cute.

They would be the old grandpa squad of the Fog. Expect them to be seen walking around together, gossiping about all sorts of things. They would comment on new outfits and weapons that other killers would receive from the Entity; "Have you seen that Legion gangs' new rabbit-looking skin?" Caleb leaned over to Kazan who shook his head no, eager for the cowboy to continue. "Bunch of pansies is what I call 'em. Running 'round in bright-colored masks. Ain't looking scary or nothing." Kazan sighed disappointed, "No honor." Julie overhears them and rolls her eyes, "It's not meant for YOU old-timers!"

Forgive me if I am wrong, but in Japanese culture, people refer to others by their last name. Thus when Caleb meets the Spirit he is told that it is polite to call her Yamaoka. He does so gladly. But when he for the Oni’s name, the samurai insists that he calls him Kazan. When asked about this from Rin, Kazan shrugs. “I don’t think he would understand.” He replied. Of course, that wasn’t necessarily true. Maybe it was because Kazan secretly liked being called by his first name. Maybe he liked the idea of having a personal link with the cowboy?

Side note; Kazan immediately regrets telling Caleb to use his first name because, after being called ‘Darlin’, Kazan only ever wanted to be called that. The word was so smooth sounding coming from the cowboy’s mouth and the way it was directed at him made him feel fluttery inside.

They would take alternating turns as to where they would spend each night. Some nights, Kazan would show Caleb around the sanctum and its many smaller shrines and temples. Caleb would ask many questions about his culture, intrigued by its deep heritage and his passion in history. Although Kazan struggles to speak English for the cowboy, he becomes elated whenever he gets to speak about his people, his chest would puff out with pride and he would start lecturing Caleb. Once he became so involved in his storytelling that Kazan unconsciously switched to Japanese. Caleb hadn’t the heart to tell Kazan that he couldn’t understand him and just allowed him to continue, nodding his head and wowing every time Kazan looked to him for reassurance. Afterwords Kazan would realize his mistake. “I was... speaking Japanese the whole time. Wasn’t I?” Caleb would laugh at the sight of Kazan’s personal disappointment. “No worries my friend.” Caleb patted the larger man's shoulder, “It’s all in good fun.”

“Why do you like my stories so much?” Kazan asked Caleb as they stood before his broken and decaying statue. Caleb, with a curious hand under his chin, tilted his head at the artwork marveling in its details. “I don’t have ya kind of history. My culture is just horses, whiskey, and gun powder. I respect ya, I suppose.” Kazan was surprised by Caleb's answer; it was the first time that the cowboy had outwardly expressed his affection for the other man. “Besides,” Caleb continued turning to give Kazan a cheeky wink, “Ya look like ya really enjoy telling the stories.”

NSFW!! The nights that they spend at Caleb's place were ones that almost always ended in sex. It was the alcohol, at least that’s what Caleb blames it on. He always makes a point to get plastered when Kazan watches; Caleb brings out bottles of faded yellow liquid, “I can down 2 gallons of this here whiskey in 10 minutes flat.” He then produces another smaller bottle, one christened with the label of a skull and cross-bones, “And this baby,” He shakes it threateningly, “Is the cherry on top.”  9 minutes later Caleb is swaying and hiccuping, his words slurred and face flushed. Kazan has only partaken in the excessive drinking once; he lasted 6 minutes before blacking out. When Caleb drinks he gets frisky. The alcohol helps him forget about the persistent pain in his leg making him feel young and adventurous and horny.

Caleb leaned into Kazan, slowly tracing a finger over the faces of the samurai’s armor. “Ya come here often, darlin’~?” Kazan lowered his comically small glass of whiskey to take Caleb in his arms. He knew where this was going. To the bedroom.

The first time they had done it, Kazan was pissed out of his mind. Combine Caleb's drunken confidence with Kazan’s inability to restrain himself and you have the recipe of one dangerous night. When Kazan thinks back he is amazed by how Caleb actually managed to handle himself in bed. From that night onwards, Kazan made it a point to never drink beyond his limit for fear of hurting the frail man in an uncontrollable frenzy. Caleb would scoff and punch Kazan in the shoulder. “Oh don’t be such a long skirt wench. Live a little.”

Kazan loved waking up in bed with Caleb. The man’s alcohol-filled morning breath was something the Oni had to get used to and Caleb had top learn to share the bad but after a while it becomes custom. Kazan would rake his long-nailed hands through Caleb's tangled hair trying his best to brush it. “You have to look after yourself, Caleb.” Kazan would reprimand only receiving a groan from the Deathslinger as he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

[yeeterparkersblog]

Last Days | PART 2

Pairing: 6 Underground! Four/Billy x reader

Word Count: 5.9 k

Warnings: Stealing is bad, kids; Fat shaming, oops; drinking?; bleeding? Ohno!; baby boomers.

Summary: To everyone else, he was a suave young man in a gang of thieves, someone they would rather not get tangled up with. To you, he was a cheeky bastard who wouldn’t get out of your hair and most of all, a rival thief. But one day, Billy decides to reach out to you, proposing that you work together.

Publishing Date: 22 January 2020

A/N: Right. It’s been a month. I am sorry. Point is, school started and I hate Chemistry. I didn’t expect all the love that Last Days Part 1 has gotten. Thank you so much for all the likes, reblogs and hella nice comments I’ve gotten. Thank you for being so patient. I have no idea when Part 3 will come out, but I will always try my best. You guys are the best, thank you so much, you have no idea how much my face lights up when you leave a sweet comment or you message me to tell me how much you liked the story. Anyway, here’s Part 2.

PART 1

((this is what reader wears to the gala. ALSO OSCARS BEN!!))

“Now remember the plan. Be confident.”

The BMW neared the country club, and even from the car, you could see how luxurious it was. Elegance was radiating off the pristine white walls. The topiaries were clean cut and even the grand fountain in the courtyard seemed to mock you.

“Yes I remember.” You shifted uncomfortably in the car seat, the nerves undoubtedly setting in. “We’ve gone over it a dozen times.” But it was easier said than done.

“It’s alright. The gala is an open event.” He glanced at you sideways, pulling into the main entrance. “But the snooty rich can smell peasants from miles away, so I’m going to need you to stop fidgeting.”

“Just act like you know you belong. They’ll feel too stupid to ask what you’re doing here.” He nudged his head towards the gate. “Steady, (Y/N). Security guards.”

You sat up in the seat, putting on the most snobbish face you could muster. You hear Billy quietly chuckle beside you.

“Like I said, it’s fine.” Billy whispered, his lips barely moving as he drove past the guards. He gave them a small nod, the kind that rich people would give to ‘simpletons’. The security guards didn’t give either of you a second glance and just proceeded to let the car in. As soon as you were out of their range, you resume your relaxed form almost immediately.

“Wow.” You chuckle. “Did it take you long to learn that nod?”

“Took me a while to get the amount of narcissism just right. But the whole ensemble is what ties it together.” He smiled. “Lavish clothes. Expensive car.  Trophy wife.”

“They really should get better security.” You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing. “The museums too. It’s like they want us to rob them. They’re practically begging for it.”

When you don’t hear a response from Billy, you turn to him, only to see a hint of a smile ghosting the corners of his lips. “Yes, they are.”

We were pulling up closer to the banquet hall. We could hear the slight chatter of the upper class and the hum from other luxury cars.

“One month of planning.” You take a deep inhale to attempt to soothe yourself. “Let’s see if it’s all worth it.”

“Eyes up. Stay sharp.”

As soon we reached the hall, two valet attendants rushed to our car, opening the car door for us. The attendant on my side offers his hand, and with my nose in the air, I take it and assume my role for the evening. He guides me to Billy’s side at the foot of the stairs, and almost instantly the other attendant sticks out his hand.

I mentally sigh. These people probably make more money in one evening than I do at Ritter’s in one year. Must be nice.

Meanwhile, Billy didn’t bat an eye. He gracefully took out 2 hundreds and placed them in both attendants’ hands. It was probably the last of his money, but he wasn’t fazed at all.

All to play the part, I guess. This heist better work.

The two attendants thanked him with a small smile, and the two of them strode off. One to park the BMW, one to find another rich customer.

“Right.” Billy clears his throat next to you and the two of you face the grand staircase that leads to the banquet hall. He holds up his arm.

“Ready, Charlotte Hallowell?”

You smile up at him, lacing your hand in his. “Why of course, Arthur Hargreaves.”

 ---

 “…and he left me the fortune in his will, including the company. My dear father, may he rest in peace.”

The two middle-aged women nodded solemnly, too intrigued in Billy’s sob story to notice your smile. You swirl the flute of champagne in one hand, the other still holding onto his. Billy’s thumb would occasionally swipe over yours, a reminder to play the part.

“Well I know you’ll do a brilliant job.” The brunette spoke first. “You must be devastated after your father’s passing though, Mr. Hargreaves.” Her words sounded sincere, but her face, probably from too many Botox treatments, failed to convey any emotion.

“Please, Dolores. Call me Arthur.” He smiled charmingly at the now blushing woman.

“Oh- Oh my.” You hear her let out a giggle. “Aren’t you delightful?”

An unsettling feeling suddenly made its home in your gut.

“So Arthur.” The second woman, Margaret, spoke next. “You and uh… Catherin-?”

“Charlotte.” You cut in. “It’s Charlotte.” A fake smile crept on your face. You took a steady breath to calm down.

“Fine. Charlotte.” She turned her attention back to ‘Arthur’. “So are you two dating? Married? I don’t see a ring.”

There it was again. That unsettling feeling rearing its ugly head. A visible frown made its way upon your face, and your hand instinctively gripped the champagne flute tighter. But of course the ladies didn’t notice, too fixated on what ‘Arthur’ was going to say next.

God, you really shouldn’t be letting this affect you. But the two women’s complete disregard of you was throwing you off your game. Or maybe it had something to with Billy? Nah, can’t be. You doubt rich housewives are his type.

So you kept quiet. You couldn’t trust yourself to speak sensibly if you were to open your mouth. Too much was at stake.

“Charlotte and I are married.” Billy suddenly blurted out, and you felt his hand squeeze yours tightly.

Shock was evident on you and the ladies’ faces, but you did a better job at hiding it. But this wasn’t the plan. The plan was Arthur and Charlotte were supposed to be just dating. You felt his thumb run over yours again – this time a comfort.

But no matter how taken aback the ladies were by the news, they still had more prodding to do.

“If you’re married,” Margaret interrogated first. “How come Charlotte isn’t a Hargreaves? I seem to recall her last name being something else.”

“That’s right. Her name is Hallowell.” Dolores continued. Good to see someone remembering your name. She suddenly turned to you. “Are you too proud of a woman to take your husband’s name?”

Oh wow. Okay, fuck you too.

Steam was practically exiting your nostrils. It took all of your will to hold yourself back from saying something that you’d regret. You took a sip of your champagne, all while maintaining Dolores’ piercing eye contact.

You felt Billy’s hand let go of yours, and protectively wrap around your shoulder instead.

“The Hargreaves may be a family of class, but so are the Hallowells.” Billy’s voice was controlled. “Charlotte isn’t too proud to take my name, she’s proud because she knows her worth.”

You grin to yourself. How nice of Billy to stick up for you, even if it was a cover story. But if Billy felt that this was okay… Oh well, a little wouldn’t hurt.

“See? I didn’t have to take my husband’s name to be somebody.” You gave the both of them a sickeningly sweet smile. “But you two wouldn’t know anything about that.”

The two women clasped their hands to their hearts in unison, and it would have been creepy how on beat it was if it hadn’t been so bloody hilarious! They gasped audibly, their form amusingly resembling that of Joffrey Baratheon when he had been poisoned.

You bit down on your lip to stop your grin from spreading any further. You were trying your best, but you could already feel Billy’s body shaking with silent laughter beside you.

It was only now you’d realize how close you two were. His body was pressed against yours, and his laughing had sent jolts of electricity down your spine. Your shoulder, where he still has his hand on felt warm with his touch.

“WELL I NEVER!” Margaret suddenly burst out, and you force yourself to swallow your oncoming fits of giggles. “You millennials are just so rude! How-!”

“Come. Margaret.” Dolores interrupted before she could go into a full rant. “We know when we’re not wanted.” The both of them stuck their noses in the air and shoved their way through you and Billy, separating you two.

The spot on your shoulder felt excruciatingly exposed.

“I don’t think they know when they’re not wanted.” Billy scoffed at the ladies who were making their exit hastily. He smoothed down his white suit. “Or they wouldn’t have come to the gala at all.”

You let out a hearty laugh, the first real one ever since your arrival here.

“I think they’re just intimidated, (Y/N).” His voice dropped to the lowest whisper at your name. “Their husbands would take one look at you and drop them the very next second just to get a chance with you.”

You chuckle quietly, a pink hue tinged your cheeks. “Aren’t you a charmer?”

“Of course. Why else did the women approach me?” He stood up just a little bit straighter. “Maybe they would have backed off if they knew I had you as my gorgeous wife.”

You shoved him playfully. “Piss off.”

But you didn’t fail to notice how your heart had sped up with his words.

“But I don’t think it was a complete waste of time.” You continued.

“How so?”

“Dolores strikes me as a person who’d love attention. I mean, did you see the pearl necklace around her neck?” You were received with a small smirk of his. “Would be a shame if she lost it.”

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The clinging of a fork on a champagne glass brought you and Billy out of your hushed discussion. A silence went over the crowd as all heads turned towards the man.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re so very delighted to have you all here tonight. But you’re not here to listen to me talk, you’re here for my newest addition in the collection, of course!”

Resounding applause came from the crowd, who were now anxious to see the necklace. Many of them were tiptoeing and tilting their heads, trying to get a better view of the covered case at the front.

“Forget everything else that the committee has to offer. All the other gems that you’ve all seen in the country club’s jewelry room? That’s absolutely nothing!” The man boasted loudly, and the crowd was egging him on. Billy’s demeanor shifted to that of concentration, his body suddenly rigid. But you barely noticed, you too were caught up in the man’s boast.

“This is the most beautiful and priceless artifact I have ever set eyes on. That’s why I am honored to present to you…” He took a step back next to the case with a flourish, whipping off the black cloth in a second.

“The Ruza!!”

Oh, it was beautiful. It was glittering gold and as bright as the sun. The small gems on the necklace made for intricate patterns on the design. It was big, but not so bulky that it felt like too much. 5 million pounds. Not too shabby.

But of course, you weren’t the only one who thought so. Oohs and aahs from the crowd were taken in by the presenter with pride. He had more words to say, more facts to gloat about, but you’ve heard enough.

“Billy!” You whisper-shout at him. “The Ruza. We gotta put the plan in action now.”

He didn’t say anything back, he looked too deep in thought. His brilliant eyes darting back and forth between you and the gold necklace.

“Billy?” You waved your hands in front of his eyes. “You should get ready. I’ll go get Dolores’ pearl ne-”

“(Y/N), I don’t think we should steal the Ruza.”

His words took you by surprise, and a stunned silence was your first response.

“What!” You took a deep inhale to calm yourself down. “Billy, please don’t tell me y-”

“I’ve got a better idea.” He cut in. “Like I said before, there are always certain risks involved in this job. But my new plan will significantly decrease those risks.”

You pursed your lips in uncertainty. “Billy…”

“Trust me, please.” He scratched the back of his neck. “(Y/N).”

You bit down on your lip. “I trust you.” A small smile creased his lips. “Let me hear it.”

 ---

 “This must be worth at least 50 million.” You managed to breathe out.

The sight before you was one to behold. Twinkling and shimmering in their individual cases, more than thirty types of jewelry. Diamond necklaces, ruby rings and Swarovski crystal earrings. SO! MUCH! MORE!

“Billy, this could set us up for life!” you gasped. You were shaking with anticipation, looking around like a little kid at the toy store.

“We’re only taking one.”

Your smile dropped. “Of course we are.”

“Question is, which one.”

He walked around the jewelry room, examining each case and the treasure inside. He took his time. There wasn’t a single person in or near the room besides the two of you. Security guards were either posted at the front gates or in the banquet hall where the gala was.

“(Y/N), do you know why we’re taking one of these and not the Ruza?”

Your memory went back to when Billy stiffened up during the Ruza’s reveal.

“Forget everything else that the committee has to offer. All the other gems that you’ve all seen in the country club’s jewelry room? That’s absolutely nothing!” The presenter had said.

Billy saw the glint of recollection in your eyes. “They don’t care. They really should know better.” He did a double take at a gold bracelet, and kept on walking. “All the attention’s on the Ruza now. But I bet someday, it’s going to be replaced just like these.”

“Well, which one of these is going to get a new home?”

“Even though they don’t get a lot of attention anymore, somebody’s gonna notice if we steal an important one.” He shook his head at a large assortment of gems on main display. “We’re choosing something that people won’t miss.”

You made your way to the corner of the room, where the display lights weren’t as bright, where the display cases weren’t clean. A sapphire tiara caught your eye. You ran your finger along the glass case, leaving a clearer line.

“A tad dusty.” You observed. “Probably hasn’t had any love since its revealing.”

He strode over next to you, and observed the case. “’S nice.” He circled the case, looking around for any security measures. “Do you see anything to look out for?”

“The pedestal looks different from the newer ones.” You remarked. The displays at the front had a shiny gloss, the glass looked too thick to even cut, and clean as a whistle. Meanwhile the tiara’s pedestal was older, dusty. It looked like no one even bothered to upgrade it since its installment.

Billy took a few more seconds to deduct it.

“I think this is it.” Billy said. “2, or maybe 3 million?”

“The Ruza was 5.”

“The Ruza has 200 sets of eyes on it right now. This one doesn’t.”

You smacked your lips. “Suppose 1.5 million is better than prison.” Your mind went back to the original plan. “Do I still get to steal off Dolores?”

He sniggered at your question. “Right now I just need you to make sure no one comes in here. That, and delete the security footage.” He pointed up at the corner of the room, the red blinking light of a security camera staring back. “So no, you don’t get to steal off Dolores.” You frown in disappointment.

Heavy footsteps suddenly neared the jewelry room. A guard! Billy caught your look of distress.

“But you get to do Plan B.”

And your frown was replaced with an excited grin.

 ---

 “Hey, please!” You run up to the security guard, the click-clacking of your heels echoing in the hallway. You fan yourself, taking shaky breaths as you approach him. “You’ve got to help me!”

“Ma’am, what’s wrong?” He asked, watching you as you wiped away a tear, a trail of mascara streaking down your cheek.

“My earring. It’s missing!” You pointed at your left ear, which was without an emerald stud. “I don’t know where it’s gone. You must help me! Please, please.” You let out another sniffle and sob, adding onto the act.

“Oh uh…” He looked nervous, he didn’t know how to comfort a hysterically wailing woman, losing her mind over a missing earring. “Does anyone else know ab-”

“NO! You mustn’t tell either!” You dabbed away your nervous tears. “You mustn’t tell my husband. He’d be livid!”

“Where’s your h-”

“The banquet hall!” You spat out a little too quickly. “But I don’t dare go in there. Arthur will see its missing! And then… ” You wail loudly, your hands covering your face to muffle it. The security guard looked around uncomfortably, finally settling on awkwardly patting you on the back.

Needless to say, ‘Arthur’ or Billy wasn’t in the banquet hall. Duh. He’s getting his hand on the tiara. And the security guard had been walking too close to the jewelry room. Plan B was that you’d kill two birds with one stone. Get rid of the guard, and delete the footage. And so you had stuffed your left earring in your bra as Billy watched in amusement, and ran out the room in inconsolable tears.

“Maybe it’s in your purse?”

“Don’t be daft!” You shoved your open purse in his face. “I’ve checked!” And that was why you had to, unfortunately, stick the earring down your bra.

“Oh!” You shot up, wiping away another crocodile’s tear. “The cameras! Perhaps you could see where the earring has went!”

“I doubt the cameras can-”

You cut him off with another loud dramatic weep, and a fat tear rolled down your cheek theatrically. “Arthur will never let me hear the end of it. This is all YOUR FAULT!!! The committee will be hearing about this!”

That did it. The guard silently sighed and with a final roll of his eyes, he plastered on a fake smile. “Alright we’ll go check the footage. Please follow me.”

 ---

 Either you played ‘damsel-in-distress’ too well, or the guard was dumber than he let on. He had left you alone in the surveillance room.

The moment you two had entered the room, you cried out for a drink. And the guard, not wanting another tantrum from you, obliged immediately without giving it a second thought. That, or he wanted to get away from your whining.

Again, there was no one else in the room but you. There was a lock system at the door, where you needed an authorization card to get in. Security was probably confident that no one could enter.

You executed the plan immediately. Your fingers danced across the control panel, pulling up the current feed from the jewelry room.

Billy was looking at you, well the camera. You couldn’t help the grin pulling at your lips. He waved up at the camera, knowing that you had probably made it to the surveillance room already.

“Hey there.” You said back, fully knowing that he couldn’t hear you.

You took one last look at his smiling figure before disabling the camera and security measures in the jewelry room. And when Billy saw the red blinking light on the camera go off, he got to work.

For good measure, you deleted the footage that placed the two of you at the scene of the crime. Footage in the hallway which you and Billy had to pass to get to the jewelry room. Footage when the two of you were inspecting the displays. Footage when you ran up to the guard. And of course, footage inside the surveillance room.

You were sure to replace the missing footage with stills, as to make it look like it hasn’t been tampered with.

And... Done!

You took a breath of relief, leaning back into a chair.

“I’ve done my part, Billy. Now it’s all up to you.”

 ---

 After chastising the poor security guard for not finding your tiny earring on the cameras, you left with a huff and headed for the banquet hall. If things went off without a hitch, Billy would be right there waiting for you.

But he wasn’t. Though you were sure he wasn’t caught or anything.

No alarms had gone off. No security guards have ran to the jewelry room. No blond man had been tased and handcuffed. That was enough to reassure you. For now.

You head towards the hor d’oevres table anxiously, stuffing down a bruschetta in an attempt to calm yourself. You took a quick once-over of the large room, but there was no sign of him still.

A tap on your shoulder. You turn around rather excitedly, expecting to see Billy. Instead, you were met with the cold and calculating eyes of Dolores. Your shoulders drooped with disappointment, but you plastered on a smile nonetheless.

“Charlotte.” She smacked her thin lips. “Where’s Arthur?”

“He’s g-”

“Oh dear, has he gotten sick of you already?”

A sly smile accompanied the nasty remark. You bit down on your lip to keep yourself from throwing all of the curse words in existence at her.

“But not to worry. A pretty thing like you.” She stared you down head to toe, tutting. “But I think if you scarf down another bruschetta, I’m afraid that dress of yours won’t be able to contain anymore.”

OH! You fumed quietly, purposely taking another hor d’oevre from the tray with a flourish.

“I don’t appreciate your passive aggression, Dolor-”

“Why I’m just stating facts now, dear. No need to get upset.”

A silent stare-down ensued. Dolores, judgy and critical; you, silent and furious.

“If I may ask Dolores,” You start. “How much money does your husband’s company rake in per year?”

She suddenly threw her head back in shrill laughter, as if you had said the funniest joke she’s ever heard. “My dear, if you’re comparing that, I’m afraid you’ve already lost.”

You scoffed. “Humor me.”

She tossed her curls back with pride. “At least a billion a year.” She boasted with a conceited smile on her face. “Why do you ask?”

You mirrored her smile. “Then you’re living proof that all the money in the world can’t buy you class.”

You took a big bite of another piece of bruschetta in front of her, savoring the taste. The offended look on her face added a satisfactory zest to your bite. The red on her cheeks resembled that of the cherry tomatoes on your snack.

While Dolores struggled to form words, you noticed Billy enter the banquet hall. He was fidgeting with his suit jacket, arm placed strategically over the outside of his pocket.

He caught your eye, and nudged discreetly at his pocket, then the hallway.

Dolores suddenly grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to look back at her. “This is extremely disrespectful. You’ll regret messing with me and my name. My husband will be hearing about this.”

“I don’t even know your last name.” You dusted off the crumbs. “Is it Malfoy?”

“But I know yours, Charlotte Hallowell. And I’m asking you to leave.”

You laugh. “Gladly. Oh and, remember that name.” You brushed past her towards Billy. “The woman you chastised for being in a happy marriage.”

“Watch it, Hallowell.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked at her over your shoulder. “I’m just stating facts now, Dolores dear. No need to get upset.”

And with a final grin, you strut off to Billy, much to the fury of Dolores. You were greeted by his curious smile.

“What was all that? She looks like she’s about to explode.” He offers you his free arm.

“Just teaching someone a lesson.” You laced your hand in his. Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Did you get it?”

He nodded, fingers tapping on his pocket. There was a barely noticeable bump, but it was scattered, definitely didn’t take the form of a tiara. You questioned that.

“Had to break it into smaller parts. More discreet.”

You nodded. Makes sense, all you needed were the gems on the tiara. It didn’t matter if it was whole or not.

“But it was a lot stiffer than I thought.” He subtly turned over the hand covering his pocket. A napkin was bundled in his hand, it was stained red. He discreetly moved it to the side, revealing a gash on the inside of his palm. There were wisps of dried blood around it, hastily wiped. The gash looked red and angry.

“Dear God, Billy!” You whisper-shouted at him, suddenly stopping in your tracks to rummage through your purse. “Let me ge-”

“Not now. Not here. Keep walking.” With his voice hushed, he turned his hand over like nothing ever happened. His arm tugged on yours to keep walking.

“You’re b-”

“Later.” He insisted. “The sooner we leave the better.”

You didn’t argue with that. The two of you left the banquet hall, fortunately, without a problem. And it was at the valet, waiting for the car, where you realized the two of you didn’t plan for what happens after the heist.

Perhaps you may work together again. Or maybe you’ll take your share of the money, and part ways.

Your heart, unbeknownst to you, ached at the possibility that this might be the end. And so your grip on his forearm tightened.

 ---

 It wasn’t until after Billy had drove the car out onto the main road, that you two could let out a huge breath of relief. You immediately hunch down into a more comfortable position, kneading your back which was sore from standing up as straight as a plank the entire night.

“Wow.” You sigh. “You know I actually anticipated a lot more Mission Impossible out of this.”

“I only wish my other heists have gone this smoothly.” Billy removed his injured hand carefully from the wheel, leaving a small stain there. “Do we have any ointment or bandages in the kit?”

“Hold on.” You pulled out a small box from the back seat, looking through it. “Bandages yes. Ointment no.”

“That’ll do for now.” He sticks out his hand to you, but with his eyes still focusing on the road. “If you don’t mind…?”

“You’re going to need to disinfect it.” Your fingers wrapped gently around his wrist, guiding it into the light. “God knows how long the tiara’s been polished.”

“You said there’s no ointment.”

“There’s a convenience store not so far away. We’ll go there.”

“In these clothes?”

“We’ll be quick.”

“Fine.” He took a quick glance at you examining his palm. “But can you wrap up the cut? Bandage it or something. At least to stop it from bleeding out.”

You nodded, returning your focus to his wound.

Up close right underneath the dim light in the car, you could see how rough and calloused his hand was. The concealer on his knuckles, just slightly wearing off to reveal the tattoos underneath. Tiny scars dotted along his thick fingers, from scrambling up too rough of walls or ledges. They left small white dashes that were barely visible.

“(Y/N), if you could just stop my bleeding instead of caressing my fingers, that would be gr-”

“Eyes on the road, tosser.”

 ---

 You had just finished up bandaging his hand when he pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store. You were careful to not slam the car door shut on your silk gown. Billy watched, entertained, as you lifted up your dress to walk, like a proper princess.

“Don’t laugh.” You bunched up the bottom of the dress, kicking off some material with your heels. “You wouldn’t want to get this dress dirty if you knew how much it was.”

“I paid for it.”

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to a convenience store dressed like you were going to the Oscars. Two people smoking outside the door gave you and Billy some funny looks. You avoided their curious stares while continuing to struggle with you dress.

“(Y/N), this is hard to watch.”

Billy started to crouch down behind you, collecting the flowy material in his larger than yours hands. He ignored the stings in his palm and lifted it up like a cape, or like a really long bridal veil.

“Hurry on in.” He stood up. “Floor inside is definitely cleaner than tarmac.”

You blinked at him with large eyes. You quickly whip your head to the direction of the store, hiding the tinge on your cheeks that just barely showed up. Shrugging it off, you nodded your head in response.

“Right.”

You headed towards the store, walking slow enough so that Billy could keep your pace steadily. As soon as you stepped in, the lone cashier slightly widened his eyes at you and Billy’s fancy get up, but didn’t say anything else. ‘Beat It’ by Michael Jackson blasted through the speakers.

“Is the floor okay?”

His voice was right beside your ear, his hot breath fanning your cheek. His deep voice a sudden contrast with the loud music. You instinctively bit down on your lip in response.

“Yeah, you can put it down.”

He carefully let down your dress, bending down to smooth out any wrinkles that have formed. You smiled at this, heart fluttering.

“Thank you.” You suddenly whispered. “Thank you so much.”

“’S nothing. No need to be so grateful.” He laughed, brushing it off. “You look great!”

If he had just stayed one more second before leaving abruptly to get the ointment, he would’ve noticed your face fall with disappointment. You had so much more to say to him.

But you digress. There was a time and place for everything. And the doorway of a 24-hour store while a cashier looked on from behind a comic book was neither.

While he looked over the variety of medications on the shelves, you chose to browse through the refrigerated beverage section.

Deep green bottles catch your eye. Bottles of beer stored neatly in the fridge, the same one that you had served Billy months ago.

-

“Okay alright.” He pursed his lips and gave you a twenty. “I’ll buy a beer. But I want to talk to you, alright? It’s about the ring.”

You glared daggers at him, trying to see if he was just playing if you. Maybe he’s finally come to his senses and has decided to give you ring.

“Fine.” You said. “Hold on.”

You came back with a warm bottle of beer and sat down, pocketing the change. It was the least he could do for you. You shoved the bottle towards him. “Well?”

He shot you a look before he started talking. “Look I’m very sorry to have left you behind like that. I’m glad you got out fine, yeah?”

“Good, thanks.” You mumbled. It was nice, but not quite what you wanted to hear. “So I’ll be taking the ring now.”

“W-What? No?!” Billy looked almost baffled. “I already pawned it off! Where do you think the money for this disgustingly warm beer came from? And the ring is rightfully mine, by the way.”

 -

A/N: I use the word ‘ointment’ a lot, I’m sorry. I hate it too. It sounds too much like ‘moist’. I can’t, for the love of baby yoda, think of a more suitable word. Also I’m thinking the beer bottles as Heineken because it suits the mood board I made and its green like Ben’s eyessss, but this is not sponsored obviously, I just like the green. Also Billy in the store, is inspired by Ben Hardy at 7-11 after the Oscars so just imagine that :3. Alright, back to the story. yeet~

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 A light bulb went off atop your head- an idea. You grabbed two cold bottles straight from the fridge, and trudge towards the cashier counter, where Billy was already paying for a bottle of ointment. ((im so sorry lol))

The two bottles thudded against the counter and you looked up at Billy expectantly.

“What?”

“As a small celebration!” You nudged the bottled closer. “It’s just one bottle each. I’ll even pay you back if you want me to.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s no need.” Billy remarked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The confused cashier looked back and forth between the two of you. “You’ve had quite a bit of champagne already tonight.”

“Oh you’re no fun.” You push the bottles in front of the cashier and looked at him instead. “We’ll buy these.”

 ---

 “What are the beers for, really?” He asked, both of you getting in the car.

“Fine, an apology. For the crappy warm beer I gave you a few months back.” You admitted. “It’s an apology.”

“It’s not really if I’m paying for them.”

You shoved him playfully in his seat. “Then it’s a thanks.”

“A thanks?”

“I meant what I said inside the store, Billy. Thank you so much.” You put heavy emphasis on the ‘so’. You had on a sincere face, trying your best to express your genuine gratitude for all that he’s done for you. But you were still met with his puzzled stare.

“It’s just a dress, (Y/N)” He laughed. “I mean it’s expensive but it’s j-”

“NO! I mean…” You trailed off, taking a few seconds to think of what to say. Billy looked questioningly at you the whole time.

“What’s wrong, love?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname he’d decided to call you.

“Okay can we find somewhere we could talk? Have a drink?” You pointed at the two bottles in the cup holders. “A car isn’t going to cut it.”

His lips creased with a soft smile. “I tell you what.” He put the bottle of ointment ((sigh)) into your hands. “Fix up the cut for me, and I know exactly where we can go.”

No words were spoken on the way there. The silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Only the occasional hiss of pain from Billy or a check-in from you temporarily broke the silence while you cleaned and re-bandaged his wound.

“It’s alright.” You said quietly, finishing up the job with medical tape. “Are you okay?”

“I’m better now, thanks to you.” Billy smiled at you warmly, and you knew he meant it with every word. Your smile followed his, only bigger.

The car had stopped and Billy got out before you. You didn’t know where you were, or at least you weren’t familiar with this area. But you weren’t complaining.

It was gorgeous up here. Yes, up.

You two were on a sort of hill, overlooking the city. No buildings or other people around, not bustling with the sound of traffic and loud chatter. You and Billy were probably the only people within the mile radius. It was quiet. And peaceful.

The closest light source was from a solitary streetlight a few feet away.

Billy was sat on a nearby bench. He patted on the seat next to him, brandishing the two bottles of beer you had bought earlier. You gladly accepted, making yourself comfortable.

Even in the darkness you could see the outline of his sharp features, see how handsome he was. The distant city lights reflected in his emerald orbs, and his plump lips curved in a small smile as he handed you your bottle.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asked.

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A/N: Yes basically thats the end of part 2. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE like, reblog or tell me what you think. IT MEANS SO MUCH! it would make my whole day. I can’t promise you when 3 is coming out, but i’m trying oml.

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BTS Reaction To: You Standing Up For Yourself (Mafia!Au) (Hoseok and Maknae! Line)

Summary: you don’t put up with shit from people who disrespect you.

Warnings: language, harassing, rude men who degrades women, discriminatory comments, women being bitches, self esteem, women degrading women, women picking at readers weight and looks, age and maturity talk (?).

Notes: two posts in one night? hell yes. also, a big thank you to @charliesfairy for helping me and giving me ideas!! i love you<3

Request: Anon said- bts mafia reaction to their s/o having a strong personality and knowing how to protect themselves.

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Hoseok:

Being the fiancé of a mafia leader is hard because of the constant pressure of making sure that you are not in any danger, some of the criticism from peers, and the constant worry from your fiancé himself. Plus, it is hard trying to live a normal life when your fiancé will not really let you live one due to him having enemies that try to take him out and possibly hurt you to get to him. But, after some reassuring and persuasion from your side, you finally got him to agree on letting you have a job where you can have a somewhat normal life – plus you can feel better that you are not solely depending on your boyfriend for everything. You hate depending on people and like the feeling that you are independent.  

Even though you have a job, you are still put under protection by having a guard that watches you from a distance to make sure you are safe. This was an argument between both you and your boyfriend, which was not a pretty sight. But hearing his side of the story, which is him having a peace of mind that you are safe and are protected while he is at work made you be able to live with having someone watch you 24/7.

Anyways, you love your job. You love the people, the atmosphere, meeting new people, making new friends/acquaintances has been something you have thoroughly love. Hoseok can see this too by your change in mood. Of course, there are those rude customers. Usually you are able to be calm while you dealt with the rude customers, but the ones today are not that easy.  

When you first walked up to the table filled with young men, you had a gut feeling that it was not going to end well. At first, they were semi pleasant, but as time went on, they became ignorant and crude towards you. One male, in particular, stuck out like a sore thumb. You did your best on trying to ignore them and being as polite as possible, that was, until, the ignorant male made a comment when you were walking away with their order”

“Hey baby,” the male said as his eyes trailed down from your back to your butt, eyes staying glued to it for a few seconds before looking back up at you, “when you bring that sweet thing back over here, make sure to bring a soda with it.” he winked at you, making you feel disgusted and angry.  

Finally having enough, you slammed your notepad on the ground before you stormed over to the table.  In your angry state, you did not see your fiancé come into the restaurant with your on guard body guard in tow. The look of surprise and enjoyment on the group of men made you even angrier, they like that you are angry.

“I am sick and tired of how you all have been treating me. You all are nothing but ignorant pigs, finding enjoyment by disrespecting women and harassing them with crude words. I am now going to ask you to leave the restaurant and to never comeback unless you comeback with some manners.” You tried to stay as calm as possible along with not using any curse words.  

“You cannot kick us out, we are your customers. You serve us.” one commented, a smirk on his face.

“Yes, she can, and you better leave before things get a lot uglier. And you better apologize to my fiancé before you become nothing.” A familiar voice spoke up from behind you, bringing you a sense of comfort and safety. The pure look of terror crossed every man sitting at that table, bringing you satisfaction that they realized who they have been harassing the whole entire time.  “And if I find out that you have been harassing anyone else like you have been to my fiancé, then I will make sure no one ever sees any of you again.”

Nodding their heads, they all apologized to you before quickly leaving your restaurant. Turning around, you came face to face with the love of your life. “Thank you for stepping in, but I had it all under control.” you thanked, kissing Hoseok on the cheek.

“I know you did, but I could not stand how they were treating you so I wanted to say something. Plus, you being really angry turned me on.” he winked, giving you a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes, smacking his shoulder lightly. “But seriously, I am proud of you, baby girl.”

Smiling, you brought Hoseok into a hug, mumbling a ‘I love you’ into his chest, to which he replied “i love you too, Y/N. I will always protect you no matter what.”

Jimin:

Everyone looked down at you in the mafia and real world since you were dating Park Jimin. Park Jimin was the definition of cold, heartless, and strict – someone who was straight to business and made sure there were no mistakes. You were the definition of kind, loving, and someone who wore their heart on their sleeve and gave them your full trust right then and there. That was something everyone took advantage of. Even though you were someone who could defend themselves, you never did because of your view that everyone was human and made mistakes.  

That is why you were now criticizing yourself to the max.  

You wanted to help your fiancé out and wanted to prove that you were worthy enough of being his fiancé. Deciding to do a drug deal alone without any help was the biggest mistake in your life – probably to the point where Jimin will never trust you and possibly break up with you.  

You could feel the tears form in your eyes by the mocking laughter of the dealers. Every laugh and every chuckle that they continued to light the fuse to the anger you were feeling.  

“It is funny how she thought that she could do a man's job. I am sorry, baby, but this field is only for men, not weak women, like you.” the leader called out.  

And that is what made you go off. Screaming out in anger like a mad woman, you took out your pistol and shot at the man's leg, earning a cry of pain from him. His cry brought you a sick and twisted satisfaction.

“Who's the weak on now, huh?” you question, aiming your gun at his two back up men. “i have had it with everyone criticizing me for being the fiancé of Park Jimin. Just because I have the opposite personality as him does not make me any less of him. Whipty do, I have a vagina and boobs, that makes me a girl – but that does not define my damn strength and worth as a person. And just because I was not born into this line of business does not mean I am going to hold him back from his job. So, you all need to shut the fuck up and give me some respect because I will not fucking hesitate to kill you all.”

“That’s my girl.” You heard an all familiar deep voice praise from behind you, causing you to freeze in worry and relax at the thought of your fiancé being here. “Now, why are you boys trying to take advantage of my girl and degrading her?” The men were stumbling over their words, causing Jimin to sigh in annoyance. Snapping his fingers, you saw Taehyung, Jin, and Yoongi stalk over to them and drag them off to the black vans. “Boys, make sure they are nice and ready for my girl when we get to the cells. I know my girl needs to release some anger and they are the right toys.” Jimin chuckled darkly, bringing you into his chest.  

“How did you find me?” Was the first thing that you asked Jimin.  

“I have my ways, but that is beside the point. I am proud of you baby for defending yourself. Now, before you ask, no, I am not mad at you. I am proud of you for being the strong and beautiful woman that you are and for wanting to prove to people that you are, even though you do not need to. You do not need to prove anything to anyone.” Jimin explained, kissing your head. You know that Jimin struggles with his words, but that is okay because you know that he loves you and you love him.

Taehyung:

Being with someone who is a Greek god is hard because you are automatically compared to them. Every day you always wonder how the Kim Taehyung – a beautiful human being, sculpted by the gods themselves, who is also a mafia leader – wanted to be with you and asked you to marry him. You have never looked at yourself in a positive light because of how ‘bland’ you see yourself as. Yes, you can admit that you do think you are pretty, but not pretty enough.  

By being with Taehyung, you have had a lot of criticism from it due to the looks. The main group of those people who do criticize you are girls from outside of his gang and inside his gang. They always say you are not worthy enough in looks to be with Kim Taehyung because you are not even close to his looks. Of course, you do your best in ignoring them by reassuring yourself that you are a lot nicer than them, intelligent, and human than they are. Which is true, you treat people with respect, you are a very smart person and are good at strategizing with Kim Namjoon when it comes to ambushing a warehouse, and are more human because you do not go and tear someone down because they do not fit in the category of ‘worthy’ in something.  

Even though you do your best in ignoring them, you still have your breaking point.  

Tonight, is ball night, which means you have to wear a dress (which is something you despise wearing). When you walked out of your shared bedroom, Taehyungs jaw dropped. The look in his eyes and the words he whispered in your ear about what he planned on doing to you later when you both got home had you feeling sexy and confident in yourself. The whole night Taehyung kept you beside him – his arms wrapped possessively around your waist, a dark look in his eyes towards men who stared for too long, and his body pressed against yours told you that Taehyung was feeling extremely possessive of you.  

His actions have helped you not worry about the envious looks from every girl in the room.  

“Kitten, I have to speak with two men, it will only take me a few minutes and I will be back, okay?” Your fiancé explained to you, giving you his boxy smile that was only reserved for you.  

“Okay, don’t leave me here all by myself for too long.” You teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He laughed, kissing your forehead before leaving.  

“Who, I cannot believe you decided to show up looking like that.” A voice spoke from behind you, followed by mocking laughs.

Turning around, you came face to face with the group of girls who make your life a miserable hell. “What is your problem with me? What did I ever do to you?” was the first thing you asked.

Scoffing, the girl replied, “I have a problem with the face that my leader has a cow as a fiancé. Taehyung is too good for you. He deserves a beautiful woman who is skinny, smart, and strong as his fiancé. Not someone who looks like a cow, thinks that she is smart, and believes that she is strong. You are nothing but a loser that is not good enough to be in this line of business, that is why I have a problem with you.”

Trying to not let her words get to you, you stood up straight and walked closer to her with your head held him. “You know what you lack in? Kindness. You see, you are nothing but a sad, insecure, scared woman who thinks that everyone is below you. You may be told that you are beautiful because you have the ‘perfect body’ or the ‘perfect hair’ always wearing the most expensive clothes, jewelry, and makeup. But you are not beautiful, you are ugly by how you treat people and degrade them. You are ugly by calling people names, picking fun at their looks, and rating them on how much money they have, you are just plain ugly.” you growled out, not breaking eye contact from her.  

You knew that you pissed her off and you knew she was about to hit you from the way her fists clenched and how stiff she got. As she was going to punch you, you grabbed her fist, twisting it behind her back which caused her to yell out in pain, and you kicked her behind her knees, making her fall down.  

“What the fuck is going on here?” your boyfriend yelled out, coming to stand beside you.  

“i love you babe, but you need to teach some of your members respect and kindness – some of them lack in it.” your grip on the girl’s wrist tightened, making her yell out in pain. “I will be in the car.” you said before letting go of the girl’s wrist and walking off.  

Jungkook:

You have always believed that maturity comes from experience – not age. Yes, age does play in with it, but going through life events and growing through them is what you believe defines a person's maturity level.  

So why do you get bashed on for being in a relationship with a 23-year-old mafia leader? That is something that you ask yourself almost every day when someone is shocked on how old you are. Yes, 19 is still young, but that does not mean anything. But it obviously does when you are dating a 23-year-old. Ever since you started dating Jungkook you have been criticized by your age and lack of maturity. People in the mafia world believe that you are too ‘immature’ to be handling weapons, going to meetings, being with the one and only Jeon Jungkook. This has caused a lot of fights in your relationship because of how much stress it puts on you both. You know that Jungkook has been targeted as a weakling now because of it, making you feel guilty and contemplating on leaving him no matter how much you love him.  

That morning, you both woke up in each other's arms, naked bodies pressed together as if the both of you were one whole. The argument from the night before was still on both of your minds, but the makeup was what made you stronger. That is something that you love about both yours and Jungkook's relationship is the communication that you both share with one another. You both do not go and runaway, you both talk (mainly yell) it out, explaining how you both feel, and once everything that you both had been holding in is out, and you go from there.

“Do you still want to come? It is okay if you don’t, I wouldn’t blame you since nothing exciting happens.” Jungkook asked you, kissing your shoulder blade.  

“I still want to come to the meeting. I like learning what you do and what goes on behind the scenes of being a mafia boss.” you answered, looking up at your boyfriend.  

“behind the scenes?” Jungkook teased, pressing kisses to your face as you laughed.  

Once you both stopped laughing and decided to get up and get ready, you both hopped into the shower. After the both of yours shower, you got dressed in appropriate clothing for the meeting and left. The drive to the meeting was quiet besides the music that was playing from the radio. When the familiar building came into view, you suddenly became tense. You have a feeling that this meeting was not going to end well, making you extremely nervous on what's to come.  

When you and Jungkook walked into the elevator, he brought you into a hug which made you relax, “you know what babe, fuck everyone. Just because you are four years younger than me does not mean shit. If I did not thing you were right for me then I would not have asked you out. I asked you to be my girlfriend because of what I saw in here” he pointed towards your heart. “and I fell in love with the girl who spilt coffee on me. I fell in love with the girl who makes my heart pound faster each time I look at her. I fell in love with the girl who makes me smile, happy, crazy, and makes me a better person each day. I don’t give a fuck on what those people think because they are not the ones in this relationship, it is only us. And if they have a problem with it, then they can simply fuck off, or, if you allow me to, blow their heads off.”  

His speech brought tears to your eyes and speechless. Before you could reply the elevator dinged, signaling that you made it to the floor where the meeting was to be held. You and Jungkook walked out of the elevator hand in hand and to the room where the meeting was, as you walked in, a person had the guts to say something.  

“I’m sorry, ma’am but this meeting is for adults and not little girls,” he apologized mockingly.

“Neither should little boys, but look at who showed up.” You sighed as you walked to the chair that was beside Jungkooks.

[namjoonchronicles]

million dollar houses | nj, yg

↳ pairing namjoon, you, yoongi

↳ genre drama, fluff, angst, romance, crime

↳ words 6.5k

↳ warnings strong language, description of murder, mentions of prostitution, findom, eloping

↳ notes this was in the wips for about two years before i muster up all courage to have it finished. to me it was the sexiest story i’ve written of namjoon because he has tattoos and whatnot, but the reason why it took as long as it did, was i lacked faith in my writings. when i find a wimp of confidence, i went on and finished it, so here it is, pls enjoy them

↳ summary weeks before the wedding, lawyer min yoongi, your fiance had met up with a client who was charged with a homicide case. seems bleak and unimportant, until you saw this handsome client whom you recognize as your ex-boyfriend with a non-violent history, namjoon. armed with a messy break-up and lingering feelings, will you choose your past with namjoon or will you go forward with yoongi?

One look in my eyes and you should know the truth.

Fumbling with his keys, Yoongi was holding the car keys in between his lips, struggling to shove the key into the keyhole of your apartment. It was not even 7AM and he is already suffering. He had at least three paper bags in one arm and coffee in another and it forced out of him a small strange groan as he managed to twist the keys to open.

"Done," he exasperated. As if it were quite the hassle.

Upon the sounds of the door opening, you winced in bed, but not quite wanting to open your eyes though you hear him affectionately call you, "...babe, I'm home!"

A few things dropped while he walked in and the door slammed shut behind him.

"Fuck, crap," he cursed and set the things on the table except one paper bag that he brought to you in your bedroom.

He simply pushed the door and placed the bag on the empty space of your bed and crawled on all fours with a cheeky over-energized grin plastered on his baby face. The bed dips as his weight begins to settle on it, his body heat radiates to you and it makes you frown.

"You didn't sleep well after I told you the confirmation date, did you?"

He lowers himself to kiss your shoulder and trail them along your neck and jawline until finally your lips, where he lingered longer than the others. He giggles low and brush his lips to the helix of your ear, whispering hotly, "Brought you coffee."

Sliding your hand up his shoulder with your eyes closed still, you circled your arm around his neck and pulled him for a peck with a small suggestive moan, "Tell me all the things I want to hear...you know the way to my heart, mister..." you scrunch your face, and let out a question in a feigned manner, "...who are you again?"

Yoongi bit his lips, and hummed, "Oh dearie, you shouldn't be in my bed if you don't remember my name. And I'm pretty sure it was the only name you chanted a few days ago. This is unfair," he pouted.

"What's unfair?" You peeked at him through one eye. "...I know what your name is, but you don't remember mine..." he murmured, "I'm disappointed, Mrs. Min."

You pinched his chin and shaked it lightly, "Soon. Eager are we."

Yoongi handed you your coffee while you're still seated in bed. He took the paper bag earlier and folded one leg underneath him, "Look what I got from Innisfree."

You took a mouthful gulp of coffee and shook your head out to feigned disapproval.

"...a 100 more days set for a bride-to-be!" Yoongi rejoiced.

"I know, I'm the best fiance there is," Yoongi boasted and had to gulp down the drink in a hurry.

"I didn't know they have these..." You gasped, eyes crinkling at the corners in graceful excitement and collected the box in your hand, gingerly, carefully and so appreciatively. Someone would get you something as expensive and as thoughtful as these. Coming from a male perspective, Yoongi is highly unusual. Be it his love towards Holly, the house dog, and children.

"And, the invitation cards are ready. So we are going to the print shop to fetch it. And then we have food tasting next week," Yoongi listed, "I've emptied my schedule for the whole week. So you don't have to worry about that."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, sitting face to face, "Oh thank goodness for your existence. I have Hoseok's birthday to worry about and I'm about to go insane, and then there's yours too...holy fuck."

Piling yourself with a humanly impossible task is never the plan. The wedding had to be around May this year, and you have been planning it for at least a year. The invitation cards are ready and it feels so real now that Yoongi brought you the things you needed to organize the wedding.

Sometimes things get too difficult too handle that you almost give up. Thankfully, Yoongi understood the pressure of a wedding and so he catches everything that falls out of your hand, metaphorically speaking. Yoongi too is as busy as you are, he had just started his own firm and under the guidance of your father, he was able to organize a few things on his own. 

Sometimes, you worry that you're taking up his time by being an emotional wreck especially at the eve of wedding planning, but Yoongi proved to you that it was nothing more than just a mood swing--something he had been effortlessly finding his way about. He was needless to say, impressive in his way of dealing with ordeals that you find meticulous. A God-sent lovable creature who fills your hole in the most enchanting way he could. Although sometimes he struggles with fitting his own time. Like right now, when you sit next to him in the car and he is fumbling on his phone with an unsettling frown on his face. You knew instantly that he was trapped in between something.

"What's wrong honey?" You asked. He hisses before answering, "I forgot that I promised a client to meet today."

"Can't it be postponed until tomorrow?" "The client specifically said today so I don't think he's going to be here tomorrow, what do we do? This case is big, and if I win it, I can give the firm a new recognition and it will be a good start for the firm."

Yoongi chewed his lips. You fished out your phone to call the printing company and tell them that you can't take the printed invitation cards today. The smile on Yoongi's face was indescribable. Although it was brief, you could feel the sincerity.

"What's the case about?" You watched him as he drives. His cream coloured turtle neck covers up until underneath his jaw and his black long coat made his eyes look striking brown. He's breathtakingly beautiful, this lawyer who stole your heart.

"...It's a homicide." He flipped the cars' blinkers to the right and turned the wheel with the heels of his palm, while grumbling low, trying to remember the details of the case.

"My client pleads not guilty to a murder of a man in cement tank...remember that body that came in the news? When you stayed over at my place?"

You blinked a few times, trying to remember.

That night? You had spicy rice cakes and Yoongi's kimchi fried rice. It was extra delicious and he allowed you to stay overnight when he was preparing an argument draft in his legal pad, watching Law & Order Season 8. When he took a phone call and walked to his study room, he left a file open on the dining table. Your fingers were curious about it and so you took time to read what's written on the reports. There were several pictures of gang tattoos and one very disturbing picture of a dead body, found in a hardened cement. And just then, the midnight news covered the story. Your eyes darted to the large screen and you stepped away from the table to watch. Yoongi joined you after a bit.

"A body of a man found in the hardened cement tank a few days ago had been confirmed to be a twenty-two year old young men name, Park Jihoon, who was a Seoul University's dropout. Park was an Advanced Chemistry student who obtained a scholarship from the nation's education bank due to his impressive scores in the last exam held by the International Chemistry Olympiad, it brought pride to the nation."

Your hand dropped to Yoongi's knees as he sat next to you on the couch. "Park's death had been ruled as homicide and investigations are still ongoing. In other news..."

The value of a human is ridiculed nowadays. The strong feeds on the poor down to their dying days. You remembered, feeling repulsive on the thought. Who would want to kill such an aspiring child? He was going to be someone important.

"Yes I remembered that." Yoongi tutted his tongue at your response.

"My client is the one who was accused of killing the boy. He's a gangster." Your eyes bored into Yoongi's unaffected side profile.

Although there was a tinge of guilt in the way his eyes flickered, you knew he wasn't telling you a hundred percent. Yoongi isn't the kind to hide things from you.

"So you're defending this client." Your voice died.

Yoongi puckered his lower lips over the top one and stuck his eyes on the view ahead, "Innocent until proven guilty, remember? If I win this case, my firm will soar."

Blinking away, you stared at the trees on the side of the streets. Things always look different from a moving car. Perceptions. What people choose to see and what is the real truth, Yoongi's job often put him in between good and evil. They say, lawyers have one feet in hell, the other in heaven. And it seemed that he understood your silence.

"I know what you're thinking. But beggars can't be choosers. My clients pay me. And it isn't always about the money, I know. There's always two sides of the story. This case is important to me as how important it is to my firm..." Yoongi persuaded you with his soft tone.

"Ilsan Brotherhood," you shot and Yoongi intercepted, "How did you know?"

You stared at the pavements where people were walking on.

"I read about it, in one of my father's files. They are not to be toyed around with, Yoongi. They are out for blood and most of the time, they will come home with one."

You warned him. "Whatever you have against them, it will not change my mind about taking this case, I'm sure my client is innocent. You haven't heard his side of the story." Yoongi is stubborn. He lets the idea of how winning this case will bring him pride and joy when you feared for his life.

Ilsan Brotherhood was not a stranger to you. They are the most active syndicate since the 2000s up until now. Even your little brother have heard of it.

"Can I come with you?" You unfastened your seatbelt. "Stay in the car." Yoongi shot.

He shut the car door that is parked by the large road, opposed to a bathhouse. You know this bathhouse, it has a Japanese restaurant link to it. Maybe you can't go in the bathhouse, but you can see that the restaurant’s bathroom is connected.. You exited the car and followed after Yoongi's footsteps but instead of entering the bathhouse where he is, you walked into the Japanese restaurant.

"A table for one, in a private room please?" You smiled. And she directed you to the room. They only have a wall made out of bamboo sticks and after the waitress left, you sneaked out of that room and sneak your way through the bathhouse. Until you heard Yoongi's voice coming from the end of the hallway.

"Fuck, he's in the restaurant..." You cursed in your head and scrambled to enter another private room that was thankfully empty but strangely had the lights on.

"...Meticulous, but we can find another loophole in the matter if we look close enough to the witness account," Yoongi commented and is walking in the room where you were.

"So this is the private room of the restaurant that conveniently is connected to the bathhouse?" Yoongi asked and you panic because you hear his footsteps coming nearer and nearer to the sliding door. That's when you crawled into an empty cupboard that was there, fit yourself in the lowest compartment and folded your legs in as small as you can be, leaving a tiny gap open, just large enough for your eyes to see and listen.

"Yoongi is going to kill me..." you thought to yourself but you were honestly not scared. 

You only feared getting caught. 

Yoongi folded his legs underneath and that's when the Japanese sliding door opened to reveal a tattooed young man with the clear words in big blocks of Old English font: Sinner; on his back. You held your breath and widened your eyes. This man, gangster, who was putting on his Japanese robe, had striking blonde hair and undercut on the sides. His brows strong and purposeful in one glimpse, charismatic in another. You knew that this man was a leader with many loyal followers.

Yoongi was incredibly relaxed and you could tell that it was not his first time meeting this man. He was also cautious enough not to let you know.

"I'm sorry I almost forgot about today," Yoongi started to explain himself and next to Yoongi was another men with long earrings, chirpy and far too smiley to be in a gang, but he oozes an aura of loyalty. It's really difficult to see who else was there but you held on to listen more.

"The boss had been enduring several sleepless nights because he had been getting some unwanted calls from the authorities and wondering if there's anyway you could, pardon the harshness of my words, shut them up..." The young man had a high-pitched voice.

"I know, I've been pulling some strings as well, but it will take time. I want to talk to Namjoon...Jimin, alone." Yoongi dropped his gaze on the table and Namjoon eyed Jimin to leave. 

"...I will have to know what happened that night Namjoon," Yoongi explained, "I can't help you if you don't tell me a hundred percent."

Namjoon was visibly obedient by the request. He nodded twice and inhale then exhale, "I will give you all the information needed. I'm not exactly a clean slate to begin with," His voice was an octave lower than Yoongi's. More stories about to be unfold, once Namjoon fixed an appointment to meet Yoongi again, at a later and a more convenient time.

Yoongi excused himself and left Namjoon alone. You watched him sat there, hanging his head low before straightening up in his seat to nip another roll of sushi in his mouth. You were absolutely unafraid.

Yoongi returns to an empty car. He spun around to search for you. "Where the hell did she go?"

Pushing the sliding door open slowly, Namjoon froze in his seat, reaching for a blade underneath his cushion. He softens when he saw a drape of long hair falling on each side of your shoulder. Crawling on all four, you grunted out of your hiding place. And Namjoon began to chew slowly as if it didn't bother him.

"Didn't think I'd meet you this way," he grumbled.

"How much do I need to pay you to not bother Yoongi?" You spat.

And Namjoon answered that with a low chuckle. "...you think you can afford me?" He smiled to his food.

"I'm not playing Namjoon. He's not one of you." You warned, standing up.

"Because he graduates from law school and is from a good family? Congratulations," he was bemused by it.

You rolled your eyes to the side. Namjoon shoved another sheet of dried laver into his mouth. Unaffected by your childish play, he stares back at you like an audience to a performer. He was rather enjoying this.

"You didn't see me here today," you warned him, feet halfway out of the room when you heard Namjoon say, "No reunion kiss?"

Growling inwardly, you left the room undetected at came out of the Japanese Restaurant.

"Where were you?" Yoongi asked from a distance.

"I went to the bathroom, I was about to pee in my pants!" You jogged to him, crossing the empty street. "Hurry, we can still catch up if we go right now. The printing shop is still open."

You sat in the car while Yoongi settled the bills in the printing shop. Your phone dings a message from an unknown number. It said only one thing,

"Pandora, @ 1am."

Of course he'll have your number. Namjoon is capable of anything, including murder. 

The faceless and nameless man is Kim Namjoon. Watching Yoongi walked back into the car with two bags full of printed invitations card, you felt your heart tug. 

You were certain that this meeting needed to be done so he knows where you stand. You have a life now, and you're determined to keep it. That's why you're here in Pandora at 1 AM as instructed.

Namjoon stood by the handrails, overlooking the night sky, in a grey tuxedo and black dress shirt that compliments his blonde hairdo. His long arm stretch along one side while the other is holding a glass. Musky scent filled the open air on the verandah, in contrast of the hyped clubbing floor just underneath. The smell of cigarettes was still lingering around your nose making you appreciate Namjoon's cologne. Hearing the sound of your sneakers on the wooden surface of the veranda, Namjoon tipped his head up to the night sky, downing a glass of bourbon in his hand.

"Cancer sky's out here tonight to mock me, despicable stars," he rolled his head around, still giving you his back, "Funny how I almost thought you wouldn't come," he added a dry chuckle.

"I came to tell you that it's finally over," you sounded determined. Namjoon hung his head low then throw his head back, in a manner that a broken man should behave.

"He's treating you well?" he paused, smiling at the sky and biting his lips, "...With his expensive Rolex and Gucci ties, his Rolls Royce and wit? You like how he treats you?" He tries to edge you, he turns around to face you, leaning his back to the rails and watch the drink in his swirl with a tut of his tongue, his lips parted a little.

His elbow is on the handrail, as he took another sip, "You've always liked men in high places. Always falling for a fool with great brains," he said in a mocking tone. You marched straight at him and gritting your teeth while he fixes his stance, you growled, "...At least I was not starving."

His personal space was invaded and it was nothing foreign to him, "...I'll give him credit for that." He cocked his eyebrow, gliding his eyes away from you, challenging.

"It's always been about the money isn't it?" You heard him say, pulling his gaze back to you and you stepped back when he took a step forward, downing another painful gulp of strong alcohol into his throat. But the burns he felt in his systems is not as horrific as the wounds you left on him.

You spun around, throwing your hands in your hair before you turn to him and shove him back once, twice.

"I fucking loved you Namjoon. Very much," you growled in his face and stepped away, facing away from him.

"Yeah, but not enough to stay..." Namjoon taunted you while he tailed you.

You faced him one more time. Tears brimming, glassy eyes and pained.

"I would have died for you..." you choked, and, "...I would have fucking died for you."

You pushed banged his chest with your fist and gradually, you weakened as the tears spills.

"You know what we had, it was real..." your lips quivered, your eyes pleading at him to understand.

But his gaze remains hard and unaffected. Those eyes used to be so soft on you. Those hands only held yours and those arms were your home. Those lips belong to you and they say all the things you want to hear. Those intense gaze was yours to take.

Namjoon was yours, all yours.

In a small apartment in the outskirts of town, not more than five years ago, with broken windows and one bedroom, you were so in love. It was your little paradise where Namjoon is a troubled boy everyone stayed away from. Who gave you a peek of his sentimental side and made you fall for his dimpled smile, Namjoon was stained soul with untainted heart. But his appearance made people stay away from him. He couldn't find a job because people don't want to employ a young adult with a mistake he made in his teens. You were his only support system. With no job that pays enough, you were the one sacrificing your time to work in two places. You tutored in the day and worked in a convenience store at night. He walked you to work and back. And even when he smiles, you know he was upset.

"What's wrong baby?" You asked, curling your arm around his waist as you walked. Some people passes you by.

He dropped his gaze to the floor, "...I know what impressions I gave out. I see them giving me 'the eye'. I know I'm a piece of trash, they don't need to be loud about it. The car wash center fired me today, and no pay..." He chuckled dryly and you stopped in your tracks.

Namjoon continued walking but halted after a bit, turning his side at you.

"Come on, I want to be home," he waved his hand, coaxing you to come to him, "The rent is due this week and I have no idea how to pay that," he mumbled.

You put money into an envelope and slid them in the drawer when Namjoon showered. You were prepared. You always put money aside in case shit happened. He slid into the single bed with you, smelling like soap. The bed is so small, your legs overlapped his just to give him more space. Laying on top of him will provide both of you enough space to wriggle about, so it has been a common practice. You lay your head next to his chest where you could hear his heartbeat while his hand will find their way on the small of your back, rubbing them in meaningless circle, thumbing your flesh to soothe you. His touches are always entrancing, gentle and tender. Unlike anything his tattoos represent. He called your name when you're half awake, in whispers, and,

"Do you ever feel like leaving me?" He asked in a small gritty voice, "...you can have a better life without me, you know..." He blinked at the ceiling and inhaled.

That's when you gaze up to him in a newfound consciousness and gave him a peck on the lips, "...Don't say things like that, you know I would never survive a day without you."

He switches on his side and make you lay on your side as well. You lay face to face, while his arm draped lazily over your thin waist. Nose clashing with each other as he sighed,

"I only want what's best for you. I cannot promise you things I want to give you. I want to give you so much...I don't deserve you," his eyes were frightened so they glided away from you.

You look at him with certainty and affections, "...Hey, look at me."

They trail up to you, slowly, almost hesitantly, "...You will find another job. And they'll pay better. And don't worry about the rent, I got you," You patted his chest gently, twice, and an assured smile. He thumbed your chin and then let his thumb ran along the length of your lower lip. His eyes were fixated on it and slowly, he placed them in between his very own, and began to suckle them softly.

"What are we doing baby?" You sighed when he dove his face in your neck, and you feel his lips on that small patch of skin that's known to drive you over the edge without him doing much.

"...The only way I know now that will make you instantly happy," he grazed his teeth on that same spot, pulling you closer than you already are, his voice already throwing your conscience out the window. You don't have to tell him where to caress. Namjoon knows every little spot that would make you weak, like it was in the back of his hand. Guaranteed to make you a writhing mess underneath him.

Making love in small tight places. The fact that you can't make noises makes it even better and rewarding.

When it's good, it’s going great.

But desperation could drive any sane man to become what he's not. Namjoon was going to make money, and he didn't care how.

He didn't like to see you working two jobs and the household is doing things the other way around. You were earning money and raising him. It scarred his pride. So he resorted to the one place you told him not to go, the club. He was quickly and most frequently booked by many wealthy females.

Most of them were lonely widows and secret mistresses of powerful men, who paid Namjoon a remarkable amount of money for his time and a little fun. All the while he was beginning to create his rapport, he had money stacked in one bank account. No longer were you starving to pay the rent and even though he sometimes disappeared into thin air when you search for him, being able to afford things was becoming more important than the reason behind his frequent absence. He was extremely generous in bed and he got better with his words and brought himself with more confidence than before, it was a very good change.

He brought you out of that shitty apartment to a better one.

You have more space but you felt him drifting away. And you don’t know why. 

Walking home from work, alone is your everyday now. Namjoon traded his casuals to tuxedos and sandals to leather shoes. He began to bring home many colognes and tell you that it was a gift from the marketing team. One night you found a pink vibrant G-string in his black pants, while doing the laundry. Unable to wait for him to leave the tub, you stormed into the bathroom and threw them in his face. Disappointment. Betrayal.

Namjoon grabbed his robe and went after you, chanting, "Baby, I can explain! Its yours. I got it for you..." A stinging slap went across his face.

"You think I didn't know..." you tipped your head to one side, quizzically, grumbling back at him with glassy eyes, "I know you're fucking around with the widows in this city Namjoon. And wealthy women, you like money that much that you sold your dignity?" You cocked your head to one side, your voice clipped. You grabbed his wallet and took out all the cards he had.

"Thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun after a long time." "Namjoon, I look forward to our next meeting." "I'm all yours Mr. Kim."

You scoffed. "You create quite a stir now ha... tattooed good-looking man with incredible proportions, you loved the attention? How dare you come home and kiss me with those filthy lips of yours."

"You wanted money. We wanted money." "Gained the right way!" You raised your voice at him. "Well the right way is taking too long!" And he roared just as loud.

You turned away from him, "...Unbelievable."

Namjoon shook his head, pinching his temples between two hands, "...Let's talk about it in the morning," he reaches for your arm and you yanked them away at once.

"Get your hands off of me," You grumbled. He clenched his jaws.

You grabbed your jacket and put on your jeans while he sat on the edge of the bed, covering his face and exhaling.

"Where are you going...it's 3AM," He sighed, "You're giving me a hard time right now. I did what I needed to do," he watched you shove some clothes in a backpack.

You added a chuckle, "My ass. If I was selling myself, we would make more than you ever did."

Zipping them up angrily, "Have fun fucking girls while I'm gone. I'm never coming back. You can give them my clothes," You yanked the door open and stormed out.

“I gave you everything you wanted… a better house, pretty clothes, good food, how dare you do this to me…” he growled, holding the door shut as you struggle to leave.

“That was what you wanted!” you roared in his face, and he visibly froze. You softened,

“I only wanted you,” your voice cracked, brittle and hushed.

It was obvious that he didn’t want the same thing. He was blinded by wealth. And he got comfortable standing on the middle ground at the cost of his soul.

Namjoon's performance dwindled down. He began losing clients, one by one. And although he had more than enough to maintain his lifestyle, he can never fill the hole you left. You cut too deep and he didn't intend to have your replacement anytime soon. His heart was a fool for you and only you.

You were gone for weeks. Jumping to one bathhouse to another with some money you saved from having two jobs. Namjoon knew where you worked so you decided to leave that job and find another. You took wages in doing small sewing jobs just to keep up with yourself. And one night, your free-lance job brought you back to Namjoon's place. You wondered from outside his windows why it's still on. Sitting at the curb to watch some more, you had clothes barely enough to keep you warm, gazing up at the level of his apartment. His extravagant penthouse.

"...Are you sleeping well without me?" You whispered to him as if he was there next to you. You fold your arms and rested them on your knees before laying your head on top of it. I’m not sleeping at all, you whispered in your heart.

Namjoon on your side of the bed. His eyes were unforgiving and he didn't allow himself to sleep since you left. He was going insane on his own that he began to speak to you as if you're in the same room.

"I left the door unlocked, and there's keys under the mat," he said. He sets two plates on the table when he eats while even without you. Bought your favourite chocolate bars that you two used to share. He sat in the walk-in wardrobe and took one of your clothes before sniffing them, inhaling your scent because he misses you so much he could barely think.

"Please come back... please." He prayed. It's just not the same without you.

You remember it all. How he stood by the lamp post with his flyers promoting jobs in his worn out shoes and foolish smile to every stranger that passes him by. Those flyers get stepped on, thrown away and torn. You remember how you gave up half of your instant noodles, so he could have more. Money pinching life, but the happiest you had ever been in your entire existence. It didn’t matter if it was raining and he’s drenched, giving out flyers, it didn’t matter if your back is sore from washing dishes in a nearby diner and finger calloused from days on end using detergents, it didn’t matter that it was a hard life to live because Namjoon was there to help you go on. You had Namjoon, 

and that was enough.

Just weeks to spare until the wedding. Invitation cards stack on the corner of your shared room. You shouldn’t be thinking about another man in the bed you shared with your fiance. You shouldn’t be thinking about his smile, or his laugh, or the way he looked at you. You shouldn’t be able to word every touch and every moment you spent with him. You shouldn’t be able to make of the shape of his face, the sound of his voice when he is angry, when he is happy or when he is sad, or remember with utmost precision where all his birthmarks are and you shouldn’t have remembered where your favorite one is, the one that’s on his upper right thigh. You shouldn’t be able to point the scars on his right knee and how long it was. You remembered him details. You remembered Namjoon in details. And it’s a wretched thing to do for a bride-to-be.

Tears streamed across your nose bridge, as you lay on the side, boring into the view of an opaque translucent curtain, moving softly. You wipe the tears harshly, with the back of your hand, along with the thoughts of Namjoon and that’s when you hear Yoongi coming in.

“Why are you’re up so late?” he crawled into bed, holding the blankets up, simultaneously, pressing his lips on your shoulder, draping his arm around your waist, inhaling your scent. Thunder crackling in the black sky, flickering lightning behind thick puffs of clouds, and then,

The rain pours. Just like that night.

Dusk until dawn, you promised me. 

Not even the rain could stop you two from wanting to dance in the streets. Your skin is wet from sweat and it washed down from the heavy rain. Big smiles on both of your faces, he twirls you around and you go on your tippy toes feeling absolutely safe even when the lightning strikes. Sharing one cup of noodles in the convenient store because that was all you could afford to not go starving for the night. You sewing up his only dress shirt’s button on while he stares down fondly at you, holding up the flashing lights because the room you both rented had the electricity cut off from outstanding bills. You both had nothing, and yet, everything.

You promised that I won’t be alone, and when things go wrong, you’d still be here. You promised. You lied.

You were a fool in love. You gave up your family for that boy. And where else could you have gone, if not back to your family? They built you up from scrap, had you meet the man you’re with today. The wind strikes your face the same way it did with Namjoon, but with feigned calamity. A false security and deceitful smile. Are you convincing yourself that you’re okay with the man you’ve promised to marry? Or are you deceiving yourself into believing that he was right to marry? Especially when you saw his greed to defend someone in the wrong? Just for the sake of his firm?

An unfinished business. A lingering string of thoughts. It buzzes through Namjoon’s mind as he sat in his leather chair, swirling his glass of wine. Scents of Mahogany strikes up his nostril, drilling through his thoughts at the possibility of jail time should he be proven guilty. The boy. Right, the college Chemistry boy.

He threatens the market. It was the only market that feeds Namjoon of his lavish expenses,his uncontrollable urge to possess everything he only dreamt of.

“It was the words that came out of that boy that made me feel he shouldn’t be alive,” Namjoon arched an eyebrow and Yoongi visibly stiffened. Tactless, and merciless--was the way he said it. Namjoon really did sell his soul to the devil. And he proceed to gorily describe how he killed the boy.

“He regurgitates, sputtering blood all over the cord I wrapped around his Adam’s apple, and I dragged his pulsating body through the dirt and put his face into the liquid cement that hasn’t dried. Then I put his entire body inside…” Namjoon’s dark gaze lifts up to meet Yoongi’s and he did the unthinkable,

He smiled.

Without remorse.

“D’you know what he said?” Namjoon rests his elbows on the edge of the table, “Called me a beggar. The nerve of that boy.” He chuckled. But Yoongi didn’t join.

Namjoon downed a mouthful of wine and left his chair. Army of loyal followers waiting for him outside. The police are at the door, with handcuffs. They have him remanded until trials began. Will he remains his stance as not guilty? It is hardly so, now that Yoongi had known the truth. The prosecution's will soon find out what other crimes he did. And he will be in jail for good. While he got remanded, he received a visitor.

“Does your fiance know, you’re here?” he asked, with that boyish grin you were familiar with.

“He won’t, if you don’t tell,” you snapped.

You took one long look to his figure, his face, the features that stood out, the tattoos that boldly peek through his neck hole and syncopate on his skin, his forearms and knuckles.

“Do they make you stronger? Those drawings on your skin?” you asked, through your lashes and your eyes tips up to meet his.

“The pain that comes while I’m getting them, does. It made me feel something after you were gone,” he shrugs his shoulders, sitting slouched in his chair.

“I’m getting married, Namjoon,” not wishing to beat around the bush anymore, you shot, “I’m really getting married…”

Namjoon jutted his chin out, hollowed his cheeks and somberly nodded. His gaze cast down to his lap, “I know…I’ll be in jail.”

You don’t love him, you pitied him. At least, that’s what you told yourself, forcing your eyes stay open and it stings, till tears fall to your cheek.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered, even though he wasn’t even looking at you, he knew, and, “You should be happy, Yoongi’s a great person. You’ll be very happy. Even within this thick walls, I still make you cry…”

“Don’t tell me what to do…” you grumbled. Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you grab your purse and took out a bank account book he had shipped to your home address, “I can’t accept this.”

Along with the handwritten letters that came with it.

The chair scratched against the concrete floor, and Namjoon stared at the bank account book while you exited the room. His lips hung open and he blew hot air to his forehead as the door slammed shut behind you.

The crowds begin to cheer as you walk into the aisle, hand-in-hand with your father. He had a vibrant smile on, to match your subtle ones. And at the end of the aisle was Min Yoongi, your soon-to-be husband. And with every step approaching him, you leave Namjoon and his words behind.

This bank account I started when we rented a room in that run-down apartment.

Veils covered your face. Forward.

I made a vow that I’ll give them to you once the money inside is enough for a decent wedding.

Heart thumps. You tighten your grip around your father’s arm. Forward.

Of many promises that went unfulfilled,

Your knees feel loose but you held on. Forward. Forward.

At least I could fulfill these.

One last row and Yoongi is within reach. Forward.

I wish you happiness, even without me.

Namjoon basks in the sun in his prison attire, by the monkey bars, pondering about the love he had once received, and now lost. 

The cost of a million dollar house is his soul, his future and his past.

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End.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Ezreal ‘Ezra’ McLelland. *Supporting character

Voice Claim: (Jared Leto) https://youtu.be/KCVjpDnBHds?t=4s (Right click on links and open in new tab)

Partner(s): None. Parents: Willow Amalthea Shaw Cullman and Jonah McLelland by @gaiahypothesims​ Kids: None Age: Immortal, but translates into late 20's. Birthday: 16th of September. Height: 190cm Body type: Muscular, but not too buff, has a pretty slim waist, and a small round bubble butt. Eye color: Dark blue/dark brown. Classification: Human, immortal. Known powers: None yet.

About: Confident, Creative, Freethinking, Daring, Kind, Passionate, Humorous , Stubborn, Spontaneous, Charming, Courageous, Open-minded, Sarcastic, Fun-loving, Honest, Flexible, Outspoken, Charismatic, Optimistic, Playful, Extrovert, Teasing, Flirty, Cheeky and Talkative. ~ Sexuality Pansexual. ~ Has several bright colored tattoos. ~ Has stretched earlobes. ~ Has tongue and industrial piercing. ~ Loves bright colors his favorite being hot pink/neon pink ~ Lives in NY. ~ Lives with his roomies Travis, Wyatt and Milo. ~ Is into old muscle cars. ~ Was conceived and born while his mom traveled to the past, to hunt down Jonah McLelland (Her dad’s crush) to bring him back to the future as a gift for Willow’s dad, when he was feeling very down over some personal issue. Jonah never made it back to the future, nor does he know he has an adult son. ~ Obsessed with the 90′s where he grew up. ~ Slinkies, Push Pop’s and Treasure Trolls are golden gems from a time that must NEVER be forgotten!!!   ~ Batik and tie-die fabrics are the shit! ~ Great dancer. ~ Is an excellent guitar player. ~ Also pretty great with a mouth-harmonica??? ~ Can’t carry a tune although both his mom and granddad are amazing singers. ~ Is a pretty good cook on the other hand. ~ Beer drinker, but loves pretty/colorful drinks. ~ Smoker. ~ Also weed. ~ Works as a bartender at a lively NY club. ~ Is a bit of a ladies man - Think Joey from Friends. ~ Mostly smells of 90's bubble gum and one of following perfumes: Diesel - Diesel Green, Diesel - Fuel For Life Denim, Diesel - Plus Plus, Jean Paul Gaultier - Le Male Shaker Edition or Gucci - Envy For Men. ~ Enjoys coloring books. ~ Have never been in a relationship. ~ Is very positive and outgoing - thinks he’s friends with everyone! ~ Definitely a hugger! Do you need a hug? - No? Well, you’re gonna get one anyway! ~ Always helpful although he will most likely show up late. ~ Loves his mom, his family, his friends, everything 90′s related, bubble gum (the pink original 90′s bubblegum you can smell in the whole house) Surge soda, 7up soda, dancing, going clubbing, zombie movies, bright colors, any type of fun party, girls, colorful drinks, his roomies, Fruit Loops, pop rocks, potato chips, cats, neon lights, anything that glows in the dark, colored glowsticks, grunge, skating, dance music and smoothies. ~ Is a pretty creative person and loves to do stuff with his hands. ~ His style is pretty casual with jeans, Dr Martens boots/or sneakers and t-shirts, often bright colored ones, very often stolen from his granddad, Andy. 

Ezra’s tag Ezra’s house/home Ezra’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe him:

One song to describe him: Ace of Base - Beautiful Life Personal play list: 1. The Outhere Brothers - Boom Boom Boom 2. GALA - Freed from desire 3. Zig & Zag - Them Girls Them Girls 4. Ini Kamoze - Here Comes the Hotstepper 5. Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch - You Gotta Believe 6. 2 Brothers on the 4th floor - Dreams (Will come alive) 7. Sash! - Adelante 8. ATB - 9 PM 9. Shaggy - Boombastic 10. East 17 - House Of Love 11. Snap! - Rhythm is a Dancer 12. R.E.M. - Shiny Happy People 13. Nightcrawlers - Push The Feeling On 14. Smash Mouth - All Star 15. Inner Circle - Sweat (A La La Long) 16. Ace of Base - All That She Wants 17. No Mercy - Where Do You Go 18. Blackstreet ft. Dr. Dre, Queen Pen - No Diggity 19. RUN DMC - It's Tricky 20. Chumbawamba - Tubthumping 21. Beastie Boys - (You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party) 22. The Offspring - Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) 23. Bloodhound Gang - Mope 24. Peter Andre - Mysterious Girl 25. Fatboy Slim - Weapon Of Choice 26. East 17 - Deep 27. Smash Mouth - Walkin' On The Sun 28. Ricky Martin - Livin' La Vida Loca 29. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under The Bridge 30. The Avalanches -  Frontier Psychiatrist

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Limerence [M] ︳15

Pairing: Zuko x OC

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with future smut, and if you squint hard enough - you’ll find some angst.

Rating: SFW

Words: 6400+

Notes: It’s a big chapter everyone! Let the drama unfold and enjoy everyone <3

Masterlist ︳14 ︳ 16

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Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.

The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

Thanatophobia

(Greek/n.) The phobia of death; losing someone whom you love.

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

            “You look beauti- ahh-ahh-chooo!”

            I giggled at Aang’s face, as it scrunched together as the sneeze seemed to overtake his whole body. He slightly jumped as the air he released was beyond reasonable, and even a few servants looked at us with surprise; their clothes swaying from his sneeze. Aang gave them a cheeky smile, as he innocently rubbed the back of his head, “Sorry…” he muttered out with a shy wave.

            “What I was trying to say was you look beautiful Yue.” He said as he turned back to me. I giggled and nodded, “Thank you Aang.” He rubbed his bright red nose and tried his hardest to breathe; his nose must be so stuffy... I pouted and found myself tempted to heal, but as if he knew what I wanted he just smiled brightly through a dry cough, “Don’t worry.”

            “I do worry. You should be in bed. Not here, it’s just a party – there will be tons in the future.” I grumbled as I watched the way Aang’s chest struggled to breathe properly. He was sick, a lot sicker than anyone expected. But yet here he stood, all dressed up in his Avatar attire with his wooden staff. “I’m already missing the party; the least I could do is come for the ceremony,” Aang said with a smile, trying to play it off as if he wasn’t in pain. He had deep under circles from the lack of sleep under his eyes, and his lips seemed a bit paler than usual.

            “Aang, it’s fine. I would be happier if you were in bed.”

            “I wouldn’t miss this day for anything Yue. The least I could do is be here for you.” He said thoughtfully. I smiled sadly and nodded at his words since I knew what he meant. Today was my big day. The day I was going to be introduced to the public as Zuko’s Consort. It was scary and exciting all at once. Yet, as happy as I was, I was a bit blue not having everyone here for this day. That wasn’t to say I wasn’t appreciative of Aang and Sokka or even Zuko’s family. They were sweethearts and supportive figures who helped me navigate the ropes, but it still would have been nice to have the gang here.

            “Thank you…” I said softly, and Aang grinned, before giving me a small wink, “Before I forget, congratulations.” He said playfully. I titled my head to the side as I looked at him puzzled, “Congratulations?” I repeated in confusion. Aang chuckled, although it soon turned into a small fit of coughs. Gosh, Aang, you’re so sick! You need rest…

            “You and Zuko. He told me you guys are finally official.” Aang said proudly, playfully shoving my shoulder as I blushed and nodded.

            “He asked me out the other night….” I mumbled bashfully.

            “You don’t understand how awesome this is — my two best friends, together. Soon you guys will get married, have little kids-” He ranted as he clasped his hands together in joy. For someone sick, he can for sure talk. I raised a brow as I observed how joyful he was but was soon distracted by the butterflies that danced in my stomach. Aang blurted everything that I would usually daydream of out in the open. Marriage, Kids? I thought I was rushing into things.

            “It was you, wasn’t it?” I snorted. As if he knew what I was referring too already, Aang openly rubbed his beard and shrugged, “I may have talked to Zuko a bit…given him that little push.” Aang said mischievously. I laughed - I knew it! Zuko would have been too shy to ask me out that bluntly unless he had a driving force. That’s not to say Zuko wouldn’t want to, but he was definitely someone who needed that extra push.

  ��         “Thank you, Aang,” I said tenderly, and Aang nodded, understanding.

            “Well, I’m going to get going, your endearing and loveable boyfriend is here. He seems happy.” I rolled my eyes but giggled as Aang wiggled his eyebrows and gave me a childish look. No matter how sick he was, he will forever be his upbeat self. He dashed off, his mustard coloured robes swaying with every sneeze. He really needed some rest if he wanted to get better before the Earth King comes in four days. Maybe I could stop by his room and heal him for a bit after the party…Katara will kill me if she finds out how sick he was.

            The sound of people shuffling and mummers brought me out of my thoughts, as I turned around on my heel and gazed at the door. Probably just another royal family is entering, but as I stared around, I noticed that no one was saying a word but were bowing deeply. Why is everyone so…Heavy footsteps echoed into the room, and as my eyes gawked towards the door, I put two and two together.

            Zuko strolled through, several guards following suit as he nodded his head in acknowledgment towards everyone. But he seemed different. His shoulders were relaxed, head held high, and he even had a specific something with every step. Aang was right, Zuko does look happy. Beyond happy - euphoric. An amiable smile painted his face as his golden eyes mused with interest. It was me biting my lip that brought me back to reality and reminded me to bow down at his presence.  

            The way his hair was pinned up and adorned with the Fire Nation symbol on top. Not a single strand out of place as he moved about and casually greeted a few royals at the entrance. Even his typically loose Fire Nation attire now hugged his body, revealing how toned he actually was. Gosh…the way his muscles flex as he shakes hands...Don't drool in public, that’s nasty Yue! I could spot a few folks around the room stealing glances at Zuko as well, seeing the same thing I was. But unlike them, I could proudly say he was mine. All mine.

            He grinned broadly as he found Ursa, giving her a tight hug and pecking her cheek. Her eyes lit up with joy as she enthusiastically gripped Zuko’s arms and gushed. I could only imagine how happy she was, from the moment I arrived all she did was talk my ear off, saying how pleased she was for Zuko and me — thanking me for being there for Zuko, but in reality, he was the one there for me. Ursa was sweet, soft-spoken, and I could see much of her in Zuko, whether or not he realized. Kiyi pulled on his belt, wanting some attention, and Zuko ruffled her done-up hair with his large hands.

            I could see Ursa smack Zuko’s hands and starting to grumble, annoyed that Zuko just ruined Kiyi’s hair. I found myself snickering at the sight; and the moment my giggle left my lips, Zuko’s attention switched from them to me. His eyes met mine, and the way his mouth slightly parted made it seem like he was surprised to see me. He stood there dumbfounded, and it wasn’t until Ursa shoved him forward, that he began walking hesitantly. Was he mad? Why is he looking at me like I have three heads?

            I moved towards him and shyly bowed, “Fire Lord Zuko…” I said kindly, but Zuko didn’t utter a word. I frowned and tilted my head to the side as I observed him. “What’s wrong…is everything okay?” I asked tentatively as Zuko eyed me up and down. Was there something on my face? Did I do something? What in the world-

            “Y-Yue. You look…gorgeous.” Zuko blurted.

            I furiously blushed as I anxiously played with my fingers to prevent myself from slapping his chest. That was why this man looked at me like I had three heads or something!? A smirk played along his face as he spiritedly gripped my hands, bringing them to his plush lips and planting sweet kisses to every finger; not a single place untouched. My skin tingled in anticipation from his delicate kisses, as the thought of me looking gorgeous in his eyes filled me with an overwhelming sense of confidence.

            I treasured dressing up, having my hair and makeup done. Yet no moment in my life could compare to this level of ‘appearance.’ My hair was pulled up from either side, letting my hair cascade down my back, as an ornate golden crown was carefully placed upon me. Painted golden dragons soared along my red and white robes, highlighting my own golden eyes. My makeup was also dramatic, which took me by surprise given that I haven’t dolled up in a bit since it has been too humid to do so. But the way Zuko’s eyes studied me, he seemed to be enjoying the sight. I need to ask Suki for some seductive lessons…

            “Absolutely breathtaking - it’s dangerous…are you trying to get someone’s attention? Should I be worried?” He grumbled into my hands.

            “Z-Zuko,” I spoke timidly, not expecting this much intimacy in front of everyone. I could see a few people observing us with merriment as Zuko kissed my hands. After seeing my rosy face, Zuko chuckled before planting one last possessive kiss on my ring finger, “If I had known they were going to doll you up like this I would have marked you up last night. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” He hummed as his hand caressed my glowing cheeks. I pouted, and despite all royal protocol, I prudently slapped his chest, “D-don’t say stuff like this so publicly.” I grumbled as he chuckled at my humiliation.

            “Don’t tease the poor girl before she even stepped outside Zuko.”

            Zuko turned around, caught off guard, and I curiously glanced over his broad shoulders. Who’s that? That voice…I don’t recognize it at all.

            A tall, lanky man stood behind us, his hands placed over his thin figure as he grinned widely. He must have been around Ursa’s age, a bit older, as his smile actuated the wrinkles underneath his brown eyes. Zuko’s eyes lit up as he smiled harmlessly, letting his hand drop effortlessly from my face and loosely by his side. The man looked at me before he bowed deeply, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ying Yue, I’m Noren, Ursa’s husband.” Noren. Husband?

            Zuko snickered as he seemed to notice the exact moment his words clicked in my head and I realized who this man was. “Oh! N-no, the pleasure is all mine.” I blurted as I bowed down deeply. This was Zuko’s step-dad; any slower Yue!?

            Noren chuckled casually as he waved his hands to dismiss my formality. “Please, no need! I’m just a regular man, like everyone else in this room. I wish we could have met earlier; I was tied in some business and I just barely made it for your big day! We plan on opening another theatre in a local town. Hopefully, you and Zuko can come by and see it when the construction is all done.” He spoke gleefully. That’s right, Ursa and Noren were the ambassadors of Drama and Theatre for the Fire Nation.

            I smiled and nodded, “I would love to visit the new theatre, is that alright Zuko?”

            “Whatever you wish,” Zuko said with a smile towards me. Noren raised his brows, watching the way Zuko observed me with the broadest smile in the world. Zuko seemed abnormally happy today; was it because there was a party? How I looked? Or maybe, just maybe, because he was going to announce to the world that I was his...probably that – what a greedy man. Noren cleared his throat before eyeing the doors that lead to the Coronation Plaza.

            “It seems all the preparations are done… whenever you two are ready.”

            The moment those words left his mouth I could feel my palms get clammy and suddenly a cold sweat start. Gosh, I feel like I’m the one who's going to get sick at this rate. The whole time I was here I indulged in the treats that servants served or small talked with random nobles. But now that the moment had arrived, I could undoubtedly hear the ruckus from outside, and I nervously bit my lip. What if the people don’t like me? What if they think I’m not good enough? What if they found out I’m a Waterbender? Or what if I’m just too ugly-

            Zuko tightly squeezed my hand, snapping me out of my self-defeating thoughts and gave me a reassuring smile, “Your perfect. It’ll be quick, and then we can go eat lunch in gardens, just as planned.” Zuko spoke calmly; he fingers gently rubbing my palm. I let out a shaky sigh and found myself looking back up to Noren. He smiled sympathetically, “You’ll get used to the royal speeches. Anyways, you’re in safe hands.” He said before giving me a quick bow and walking off to Ursa and Kiyi.

            “Ready?” Zuko spoke as he looked at me.

            “As ready as I'll ever be.”

            “Perfect.”

            With a quick flip of his wrist, the room fell silent, and all eyes were on us, “Let’s start.” Zuko said firmly. As if that was all was needed to be said, all the nobles began walking outside, leaving the room empty beside his family and us. It was then I felt someone poke my shoulder, “Break a leg, Princess.”

            “Sokka…” I said breathlessly, when did he arrive? Sokka smiled, although I swore I could see his eyes tearing up a bit, “My little sister is all big…you know, it’s still not too late to leave this royal pain in the ass.” Sokka said light-heartedly only for Zuko to scoff, “As if I would let her.” I knew Aang had come back based on the endless fits of sneezes, “You better hold those sneezes during my speech.” Zuko lectured while Aang gave him a cheeky thumbs up. I laughed, before a guard came to us, bowing lowly before speaking.

            “Fire Lord Zuko, it is time to depart. Imperial Consort Ying Yue, I shall give you your cue when the time to present yourself arrives.” I nodded, and with one last squeeze of my hand, Zuko let go, the sudden warmth that I had learned to crave - gone. Zuko stood in front with Aang, while Ursa, Noren, Kiyi, Iroh and Sokka followed suit. I watched as they left the room, as I was the only one left behind.

            The crowds instantly roared seeing Zuko. And like second nature, Zuko smiled gracefully and began waving at his people. The nobles gazed over at Zuko with the utmost respect, and it was then reality hit me as to who I was dating.

            Zuko was Fire Lord.

            And while it was such an obvious fact, it was something I always pushed away - and maybe it was because I never got to see him fully engaged in his role. I was used to his playfulness, those silly pointless banters that we shared. But it was because of those sweet moments, that I forget who he was to the rest of the world. 

            He was a man of honour, a leader, and the very person his Nation looked up to in terms of hope and security. The weight of responsibility that rests upon his shoulders was tremendous, yet despite it all, he made time for me. Whether it was for a few minutes, to a whole day, he did it for me.

            When he finally reached the end of the stage, he raised his hand, and the crowd instantaneously went silent. Zuko cleared his throat and began to speak with a powerful and booming voice, “Good Afternoon royal highnesses, distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen. It is with great honour, that today we celebrate a milestone, for not just myself, but the Nation as a whole…”

            I found myself lost in his speech, the way he spoke so fluently, not an ounce of hesitation or fear lingered in his voice. He just seemed so confident, so self-assured in himself that anyone who could hear him wouldn't be able to rip their eyes away from him or ignore his words. Home, this was home to him. A gentle hand touched my shoulder, catching me off guard. I turned to look, only to see the guard smiling, “It’s time.” My eyes widen, and I looked forward.

            Zuko was now facing me, Kiyi standing beside him and holding a small container of red paint, her smile warm as she swayed side to side in her spot. “It is with great honour, for me to introduce impending Imperial Consort Ying Yue Jiang, the future Fire Nation Queen,” Zuko spoke.

            Shit. This is it. There’s no going back. Holy mother of pearl what have I gotten myself in to. With a deep breath, I walked forward. I tried my hardest to look at the crowd, but the moment my eyes wandered, I could feel myself getting panicky and looked back at Zuko. Zuko, right now, was my beacon of sanity, the only thing keeping me from tripping over my feet and having a nervous breakdown. My heart was pounding, and my hands were sweaty Yue calm down! You’ve done this countless of times. This is normal. Calm down! I could see Zuko chuckle as he seemed to notice my internal dilemma, although he was good at hiding it, clearly better than my dumbass.

            The people applauded, and I stopped in front of Zuko. With a quick bow of acknowledgement, I kneeled in front of Zuko, only then did I look at him directly. His smile calmed down my beating heart, but I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes darted back and forth, he was nervous. Just like me. He quickly dipped a finger into the red paint, that Kiyi held, before he started speaking, the oath.

            “Do you, Ying Yue Jiang, willingly take this oath, of Imperial Consort?”

            “I do.”

            “And do you, Ying Yue Jiang, solemnly promise to represent the people. To protect and serve the Nation, to care and adhere to all laws regarding the Fire Nation. To serve me as your Fire Lord, in preparation of becoming Fire Nation Queen?”

            “I promise.”

            “Then, as Fire Lord, I shall declare you as my Imperial Consort, future Queen.”

            His finger delicately ran along the skin between my eyebrows, and I knew right away what he was drawing. A flame. This was it. It was official. I was his Imperial Consort. There was no going back from this. No ‘redo's.’ It was literally sealed.

            My eyes met Zuko’s, and we both started smiling bashfully, a nervous giggle escaping my lips as Zuko chuckled. There wasn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for Zuko.

            “Congratulations Imperial Consort Ying Yue. It’s a pleasure meeting you; I can’t wait till the wedding!” gushed a noble. Her eyes shinnied brightly as she linked arms with her husband, who wore formal military attire. He was a General, that was all I managed to gather, as I was still running on a high from the whole ceremony that took place just a few moments ago. “Maybe a few children as well? I never knew how much my life would change for the better until I had Lilian and Scar.” Her husband said with a bright smile.

            I blushed as I tightly hugged Zuko’s arm, only for Zuko to chuckle and nod his head in agreement, “I look forward to that stage. How about you, Ying Yue?” Zuko asked as he gazed down at me. I timidly smiled and nodded, “I’ve never thought much about having a family until recently, I would love a child, in due time.” Zuko smiled before politely nodding his head, “I do apologize, but we must get going…” Zuko spoke, and the two nobles simply smiled and nodded, “No worries, but once again, congratulations Fire Lord Zuko and Imperial Consort Ying Yue. You both are lovely together.”

            I nodded my thanks before we turned on my heel, wandering about. I let out another breath of air and Zuko did the same, “Tired yet?” Zuko said with a laugh at my anxious and worn-out expression. The day barely started, and I was already exhausted. We were in the gardens, where Zuko had planned the reception to take place. It wasn’t as formal as one would expect, and I was happy about that. Tables were scattered throughout the garden’s where people feasted on their meals and were free to mingle. The children, on the other hand, were given a chance to feed the turtle ducks at the waterfall, an idea strongly pitched by Kiyi.

            I smiled, watching the kids line the edge of the water, trying to get the turtle ducks attention. They chattered amongst each other, only the spirits knew about what. There was a lot of children who resided at the palace, ‘after the war, a lot of babies were made’ Sokka once said as a joke. Who knew there was some truth to that joke.

             “Would you like a family?” I blurted, and as soon as the question left my lips, I could feel my cheeks flare up. Zuko’s eyes widen a bit, taken aback from my blunt question, “S-sorry, you don’t have to answer that. I-I was just thinking and - you know, I’ll just stop talking now-”

            “Yue~! Come feed the turtle ducks with us!” cried out Kiyi from the pond. She waved her arms around frantically, as she stood beside a boy who didn’t look much younger than her. Bless her for saving me from this awkward moment.

             “Coming button!” I said as I waved my hand back to her with a large smile. But as I tried to dash, Zuko held his grip on my arm causing me to be flung back to his chest, “Not without me you aren’t. It seems like Kiyi is enjoying you more than me.” Zuko said with a laugh. I smiled as we both walked to the pond. Maybe he didn’t hear my question? Or decided to be merciful and ignore it altogether.

            The kids all huddled together along the shoreline, and Kiyi hugged me, “Yue~. You look beautiful. Oh, this is my friend, his name is Tom-Tom, Tom-Tom, this is Yue. She’s my big brother’s girlfriend.” She spoke cheerfully. Tom-Tom flushed furiously as he nodded his head to me and muttered a quiet hello. I giggled and kneeled to their level, “So are you guys feeding the turtle ducks?” I asked as I watched all the children near us with small bags of food.

            Kiyi nodded, but she pouted, “We’re trying to, but there doesn’t seem to be a lot of them right now…and whatever turtle ducks are here they’re too far away.” She spoke miserably. I gazed upon the water and noticed she was right. They were farther into the water, but oddly enough, they weren’t swimming around but floated along the body of water. That’s weird…

            “How about you guys step inside then?” Zuko spoke. My eyes widen as I stood up to face him; he was joking, right? “Get in the water?” I mused.

            But before Zuko could confirm his suggestion, all of the children began stripping themselves of their shoes and started splashing about. Their pants and dresses were getting soaked, but they didn’t seem to care at all. They laughed and screamed with joy as they were finally getting close enough to feed the ducks. “Aren’t their parents going to get mad?” I spoke worriedly as I looked over the kids, who seemed to be having a blast. Zuko laughed and shrugged, “They’re kids. Let them have fun while they can…” He muttered.

            I raised a brow as I placed my hands on my hips, “And what about their parents?” I asked. “I’m pretty sure they aren’t going to be happy having their kids soaking wet.”

            “Good thing I’m Fire Lord. What I say goes.” I laughed and poked his chest, “Good job with not taking advantage of your power.” I snickered, and Zuko grinned madly, a trait clearly learned from Aang. He wrapped an arm over my shoulders, bringing me close as we watched the kids splash about in the water. Today was perfect. We were together, celebrating and happy. I let my head fall against his shoulder as I hummed to myself.

            Kiyi held Tom-Tom’s hand in the water, as he seemed quite nervous. Probably not a swimmer…She held the bag of food, letting him throw the food at the turtle ducks. I watched as the water moved around the kids, but I couldn’t help but frown as I observed the water.

            It seemed…different.

            Something wasn’t right.

            I could feel my muscles stiffen, as I began standing straight, “Zuko…” I whispered with an edge to my voice.

            The water was darker than usual. Usually, I could see straight through to the bottom, but I couldn’t today. The water this time was murky. My Waterbender instinct started screaming ‘danger’ as I began to fretfully scan around. My eyes trailed upwards to the fall, and I noticed how deafening the sound of the water crashing downwards was. How did I not notice before? The water ran faster than usual. And for a split moment, I swore I saw someone or something standing above the cliff.

            “Yue, what’s wrong?” Zuko asked, but I tuned him out.

            The water was running faster and faster.

            Small pieces of rocks were starting to mix with the water.

            Oh my gosh, please no. Please, no.

            My heart dropped, and I could hear my heart beating rapidly in my ears. My blood pumped furiously, and my body began to move without a second thought. My mind was on auto-pilot mode, as I anxiously ran towards the water, my steps splashing noisily. I raised my arms upwards, mustering all of the strength I could gather.

            Kiyi, Tom-Tom…Anything but the kids. Please, not the kids.             

~ Fire Lord Zuko ~

            I embraced Ying Yue tightly to my side, smiling pleasantly to myself as I gazed over her. Everything about her was just perfect. The smile on her face was beautiful; her golden eyes were beautiful; she was just beautiful. But as wonderful as she was, she more than just ‘my girlfriend’ or ‘consort,’ she was my friend. A friend who seemed to understand everything, and even a bit more.

            I looked back at the children that played in the water, large smiles painting their faces as they eagerly fed the turtle ducks. Family. She asked me if I wanted a family. I sighed to myself. Did I want a family? I frowned thinking about my own family. Would I be fit enough to be a dad? What’s to say that I wouldn’t turn out exactly like my father? A monster.

            “Zuko…”

            My ears perked up as I looked down at Yue. Her bottom lip trembled, and her eyebrows pinched together. A look of terror and apprehension painted her face as she looked forward. I gazed back at the children, what did she see that I’m not?

            “Yue, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to mask the hint of concern that mixed with my voice. Yue looked scared, no - terrified, as if she saw the dead rise in front of her. I pulled back to look at her carefully, but as if something entirely overcame her, she sprinted forward.

            Her eyes were wide, and she panted heavily as her feet splashed into the water. “Yue!” I yelled and began to step forward, my boots struggling to keep up with her sprint. Was this pond always so muddy? My feet seemed to sink into the mud with every step. I reached forward, trying to grasp onto her arm, but her silk dress slipped through my fingers. My eyes widen as I watched her movement, stopping cold in my tracks.

            Her arms started to rise by her sides, her fingers flicking upwards.

            She was going to bend.

            “YUE!”

            A deafening sound echoed throughout the gardens, causing everyone to gasp and hurriedly covered their ears. What the fuck was that? With my ears covered, I looked towards the waterfall, and I could feel my blood run cold, and my stomach dropped.

            The waterfall, the rocks, they were crashing down. They broke — a landslide.

            The kids. They were still in the water.

            I need to grab the children; I have to get them out there. But I can’t grab them all; the rocks are already falling. As soon as I found the ability to move once again, the water that was just underneath me begin to rise at an instant. I found myself wiping the water from my face, as the children screamed earsplittingly as the water engulfed them for a split second.

            Yue stood in the middle of the pond, her arms spread wide, all of the water above her. She was bending; she bent all of the water above her. She was freezing the water; she was making a barrier to protect the children. The ice above her crackled and cracked as the rocks from the waterfall began to tumble on top of her. Sweat beaded down Yue’s face as she grounded down on her teeth. She was single-handedly supporting the weight of a whole waterfall on her back.

            My eyes met hers, and with a look of desperation, she screamed, “GET THE KIDS. I-I can’t hold this for much longer.” She whimpered. Yue…fuck. I ran forward, “GRAB THE BLOODY KIDS!” I screamed towards the guards as they hastily scooped them into their arms. I could hear parents crying out to their children as the kids cried into their arms. I wrapped my arms tightly around Kiyi and Tom-Tom, scooping them into my arms without hesitation. “B-but Yue! Zuzu, Yue needs your help!” Kiyi cried out in my arms.

            I dropped them at the shoreline, “Zuko- Yue.” Mom spoke worriedly as she cradled Kiyi close. Tom-Tom dashed off to Mai. Mai looked terrified as she scooped Tom-Tom into her arms. I turned around and swore. Yue fell onto her knees, the mud pulling her in as tears started to form. She was struggling. Where is the fucking Avatar when you needed him? “YUE!” Sokka shouted as he threw another kid onto land. I need to save her. I need to get her out; she won’t last much longer.

            “STOP!” She screamed, and I looked upward, her face flustered as she whimpered out. The large wings of ice she managed to form were about to break; rocks started seeping through the cracks, cutting up her delicate skin. “A-are the kids…are they all safe?” She groaned out.

            “Yes but-”

            “Zuko run.” She spoke sternly.

            “What?”

            “I-I can’t- RUN!” She shouted. Sokka grabbed my arm, pulling me back, before dust and the sound of thousands of pounds of rock and stone fell. People coughed as dust flooded the air and my eyes burned. Sokka and I laid on the ground, struggling to breathe properly as the smell of crushed rock completely suffocated my nose.

            “Are you alright?” Sokka gasped, struggling to breathe. “Yeah, you?” I huffed out painfully. I rubbed my eyes trying to get a better sight around us. I could hear people coughing noisily, children crying, while other people muttered out in disbelief at the fact that Yue was a Waterbender. Our secret, it was out in the open. Fuck it. That’s the least of my fucking worries right now.

            As the dust began to settle, I sat up and looked forward. The waterfall was no longer there. Instead laid a giant pile of rocks and gushing water. Yue. I have to find her. Pushing through my dry coughs and the dusty air I crawled forward, “Zuko, what are you-” Sokka groaned painfully, as he clenched his chest.

            “Yue, she is in there.” I panted as I stood. The pile of rocks was massive. She had to be in there. Please be alive. Fuck, if she is hurt-

            “Zuko?” a small faint voice muttered out.

            My eyes widen, and I desperately began climbing over the loose rocks. Water began to gush from underneath my grip of the rocks, and like a lost child, she was slowly crawling from the top of the pile. Her long black hair stuck to her face, as blood began to drop from the small wounds on her face. Her clothes were torn as she struggled to pull herself out, “Babe, I’m here don’t move! Let me pull you out!” Without protest, she moaned in pain and let her body fall against the jagged rocks.

            I wrapped my arms around her torso, “The kids.” She muttered. I looked down at her, was she really concerned with the kids after she single-handedly withstood the weight of a fucking waterfall and then let it crash on top of her? She was selfless. She was never thinking about herself, always putting herself second. She’s going to be the death of me.

            “They’re safe Yue, are you okay?” I pulled on her body, as her head fell against my neck, “Just a bit…sleepy…” She muttered. With a final tug, I managed to pull her out of the rubble, as she rested over me. Her breathing was short and shallow, “Yue?” I spoke gently, as I patted her back. “Hmm?” She moaned. I pulled back, getting a good look on her. Her eyes struggled to stay open before her eyes finally fluttered shut. “Yue? Hey, don’t you fucking sleep on me now.” I spoke sternly as I gently tapped her cheeks.

            But she was passed out. She pushed herself, pushed her bending to the very limits. I cradled her tightly to my body; I had to get her to the infirmary. Fuck Yue. Why did you have to so reckless, so generous? My feet evened out on the ground as I held her as close as I could to myself. Sokka looked over at me with concern, “Yue…” He started.

            “She’s fine, passed out, she pushed herself,” I answered, but that was when I noticed a few council members standing behind Sokka. Frowns painted their faces as they looked at Yue with disgust. As if she was an enemy, a traitor, “She’s a Waterbender Fire Lord Zuko…” They grumbled under their breath. I frowned.

            Let the shit show begin.

~ Azula ~

            “Your little partner seems surprised. Didn’t let her in on the plan?” He spoke with a taunt. I scowled as I watched the way Mai tightly hugged her younger brother, a look of shock and fear painted her face.

            “I made the mistake of trusting her too much. After today, I’ll know where her ties lie.” I spoke bitterly as I crossed my arms. I watched the way Ying Yue dissolved her wings of ice, and instead bent the water to embrace her. An ice bubble. The rocks began to fall, but her cocoon of ice protected her. What a smart and crafty girl…Just like her Uncle.

            “So what do you think - Yakone…”

            Yakone laughed as he crouched down, watching the sight unfold. He ran his hand through his brown hair as his blue eyes watched with amusement. The Royals looked like chickens with their heads cut off, not knowing whether to hide or run as dust puffed upwards. The sound of the rocks falling was deafening, despite us being high on the cliff, I found myself grimacing at the noise.

            “Believe me now Yakone?” I spoke with my arms crossed as I gazed down at the man below me. A broad grin painted his face, a rare sight indeed.

            “Oh, she’s my niece alright.” He said with a hysterical laugh as he watched the way Ying Yue bend. She was good; I had to give her that. Even better than that stupid Southern Water Tribe girl, what was her name…Katara?

            I watched as Zuko struggled to climb up the debris, trying his hardest to reach Ying Yue, who seemed to have pushed herself to the point of exhaustion.

            “So Yakone, does this mean she inherited the family heirloom?” I said with a laugh. But Yakone stood up, a dark and menacing smirk plastered on his face as he turned to face me. It was some of the few moments in my life where I felt a cold chill run up my spine. Yakone was not someone you could underestimate. He was petrifying, a terrifying figure who had no fear slaying the mighty or weak.

            “She’s a Bloodbender alright. I wonder how much my sister taught her?” Yakone pondered to himself as he stepped closer to the edge.

            A Bloodbender. The deadliest form of bending, and powerful. I guess I do have to keep my guard up around Ying Yue; I wonder if her friends knew her dirty secret? I wonder if dear Zuzu knows…maybe I should pay him a nice family visit sometime soon…

            I swiftly turned on my heel, starting to formulate a new plan. We found out what we needed to know for now. Now I can leave my dear brother to deal with the aftermath. Hope I didn’t leave too much of a mess.

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2moons2: Review (& General Info)

Summary: Wayo gets into the same university as his high school crush Phana, who he’s liked for years, but has never really managed to properly talk to. There, they eventually start hanging out because of the contest Wayo takes part in. The only problem? Phana doesn’t recognize Wayo at all. Meanwhile, Wayo is also being pursued by Phana’s friend Forth, which first creates a love triangle that is later resolved by Forth getting drunk and hooking up with his friend Beam. At the same time, Wayo’s friend Ming starts pursuing Phana’s friend Kit, who is reluctant to reciprocate the feelings. (Trailer)

Couples: Three mlm couples - one is slightly above the two others, but generally the running time of the show is separated pretty evenly between the three.

Running Time: 12 episodes - around 53 minutes each - 10,5 hours in total.

Cast (& their Instagram pages): Benjamin Braiser (Phana), Earth Teerapat (Wayo), Joong (Chen) Aydin (Ming), Nine Kornchid (Kit), Pavel (Phoom) Naret (Forth), Dome Woranart (Beam), [more].

Where to watch? YouTube

Related Shows: 2moons (the original version with a different cast that has the same plot as the first four episodes of 2moons2, except more detailed), 2moons3 (a future sequel that hasn’t come out yet).

My Review:

Rating: 8/10

Short review: 2moons2 is both kind of problematic and really cute. The acting is great, the characters are good, the relationships - both platonic and romantic - are really sweet and wonderful. There is lots of details about this show that really just make you feel things, you know? At the same time, it has quite a few problems, most of which are unfortunately connected to questionable consent. Which is why it’s really hard to say how good this show really is, but man do I love it anyway! And, if I had to choose one word to describe 2moons2, it would be “charming”, because even with all it’s disadvantages, you still end up falling in love with it. Which is why I recommend you to watch it. Though, as usual, it’s obviously your own decision to make.

Extended review (under the cut):

I am confident in saying that 2moons2 is the most charming BL that has ever been made. How so? Well, I can’t exactly explain how they did it, but I can certainly tell you why it is so charming to me. The thing is, 2moons2 is pretty problematic. It’s not the most problematic BL we’ve ever had, but it definitely has a lot of questionable and just downright shitty moments in it. And usually, that takes away from my personal experience of watching a BL. I can still enjoy it, but the more problematic it is – the angrier I get at the whole situation and the less I can enjoy the show. However, that is not the case with 2moons2. Even with all the problematic moments that it has, there is just something so specifically charming about it that those problematic moments don’t take away from my experience of the show at all. Which is why I give it the high rating of 8/10 stars. But, let’s stop generalizing and talk specifics. What is so good and what is so bad about this BL?

So, let’s start with a pretty important thing for this form of media – acting. In my personal opinion, it’s actually really good here! Benjamin, who plays Phana, does a great job of showing us both Phana’s “cool guy” mask and later on revealing his true slightly awkward and soft self. Earth, who plays Wayo, can fall a little flat sometimes, but he is extremely good in emotional scenes. Chen, who plays Ming, is very good at what he does. He is just charming and noisy enough, and I can’t stop talking about his background acting choices, which are clearly his own initiative and which are so intricate and genius that they deserve a round of some serious applause. Nine, who plays Kit, is very good at showing emotions through very subtle actions, which is extremely important considering what kind of character he plays. If Nine wasn’t this good, Kit would fall completely flat and would seem emotionless and stone-like, but thanks to Nine being able to play as subtly as he does, we see and understand more of Kit, while the character himself remains as reserved and shy as he should be. Pavel, who plays Forth, is very clearly in his element with this character and does him just right (though, I have talked about a different interpretation of Forth that would perhaps be more interesting than the one Pavel chose, but his is still 110% valid). Dome, who plays Beam, doesn’t get much screen time at the beginning of the season, but thankfully that didn’t seem to be much of a problem for him, since he manages to shine through even with the limited amount of lines and shots that he got, which helps us get attached to him even before his storyline starts properly. Dome managed to fix what I think was a mistake on the scriptwriters’ part with his great acting, and I commend him for it. Finally, the other actors that play more minor characters are both good and bad, depending on who we’re talking about. As for the background characters, unfortunately I don’t recommend paying any attention to them at all, since they all look like glitching emotional NPCs (though, I’m going to say that I’ve only noticed that on like the 5th rewatch, so you might not even see what I mean while watching it for the first time).

As for the actual characters, I’m overall satisfied with them too. For starters, all of the main characters end up being rather multidimensional and can’t really be fit into one specific stereotype, which is really nice – especially in this genre. Phana seems like a bit of an asshole at first, but it’s supposed to be like that, and he gets more and more lovable as we progress through the show. There is the quite confusing point of him being a bit awkward or even shy in his advances towards Wayo, which doesn’t really make much sense. But otherwise, his character is pretty sympathetic and consistent. Wayo is a little more complicated. They don’t seem to really know what exactly they want to do with him, because sometimes he is just shy a normal amount, and can even be cheeky and quite confident. But, at the same time, sometimes they make him almost cartoonishly juvenile, naïve and “unexperienced”. Not only does this make his character disappointingly inconsistent, it just looks unrealistic and frankly uncomfortable. Ming is just an overall great character. He is extroverted, clingy, noisy and honest, but not in a bad way. He is just charming enough, he knows boundaries and he can be quite hilarious, so nothing bad to say there. Kit is beautifully written and played. In the beginning, he is as shy and reserved as he is supposed to be, and the way they show his progression from being all that to opening up a little and being much softer and more vulnerable with his boyfriend is absolutely magnificent. I would call Forth everyone’s problematic fave, because you will love him, but you will also roll your eyes more than they can probably handle. He is this bad boy, who has a soft yet still quite cheeky side to him, and he is probably the most familiar and stereotypical character out of all. Beam is probably the least definable character, since as I said he doesn’t have much screen time in the beginning. And even though you will like him thanks to Dome’s efforts, it won’t be for anything particular in his personality. At least, that’s how I felt. There is also the so called “lady gang” in the show, which has always been a shitty trope, and even though they tried to humanize them just a bit, it’s still offensively stereotypical and just overall bad. Finally, there is not many girls in this show – only two being really of any importance, one of whom is a terrible person and the other is a fujoshi, which should tell you everything that you need to know. Not good, guys…

Friendships are actually handled very well in this show. When someone is in distress, they always go to their friend(s) for advice or to just talk it out, friends always ask each other how they are doing and make sure everything’s ok, they are interested in each other’s lives and are up to date with everything. And that doesn’t just go for friendships between the main characters, but also for example the friendship that Forth has with his engineering friends, who we see very rarely, but who are still established as his friends in a very natural and eloquent manner. Of course, Ming and Wayo take the cake in terms of friendship. Though, I certainly think that sometimes Ming is a better friend to Wayo than Wayo is to Ming. But that has less to do with actual bad writing of friendships and more to do with the pedestal Phana and Wayo are weirdly put on in the show, which I will talk about later. The “wild doctor gang” which consists of Phana, Kit and Beam is also quite well written, though I don’t think we see enough of them. Phana also ends up being close to the entire main cast, which involves him in lots of different storylines, which is fun to see, because usually BLs don’t go for complicated mixing like that and separate storylines quite strongly. The only thing I’m really disappointed in is the lack of friendship between Ming and Forth. I think it’s a truly missed opportunity, considering the fact that they are both in the engineering faculty, they are both the Moons of their faculty, and they were both on two sides of one situation at one point in the plot, and could really help each other out and support each other at that time, because they would understand each other perfectly.

What about the most important part of the show – romance and everything connected to it? Well, there’s a lot to unpack there, so let’s start slow.

Firstly, let’s say a few words about how LGBTQ+ rep is handled. I would say that it’s a little better than usual. For example, when Kit and Beam ask Phana if he liked Wayo and he confesses that he does, the boys say that they are alright with him liking boys (in general) and are still friends, which gives us kind of a nice coming out and doesn’t put us through the whole “I only like him and girls” thing, which is great. Though, there are still some questionable moments and generally LGBTQ+ topics are not really addressed.

Secondly, let’s talk about the couples and their romantic journeys themselves. For starters, it’s important to point out that none of the couples come out of nowhere. Obviously, Phana and Wayo have something going on ever since high school, we find out later on that Ming has always payed quite a bit attention to Kit even in school and remembers him very well, and by some interactions between Forth and Beam, you can clearly see that they really care about each other – even before anything starts. And, before I say anything (negative), I want to say that regardless of anything, I still love all the three couples and consider them to be super cute.

Now that pleasantries are out of the way, let’s get serious. I do think that generally Phana and Wayo are truly very cute. However, they do have quite a few problems. Mostly they come out of the fact that – as I’ve previously mentioned – Wayo is sometimes presented as uncomfortably juvenile and it creates a weird and unsettling dynamic in his relationship, because Phana almost seems like “the adult”, which is obviously not how this is supposed to work. However, I have nothing, but genuinely good things to say about Ming and Kit. They understand each other very well, are really soft and cute with each other and the way their relationship progresses is very natural and makes complete sense both in general and in terms of their characters. They are clearly very different people, but it works, because neither of them expects the other to change and be someone they’re not. They accept each other the way they are and never overstep or push beyond clear boundaries that each of them has set. It’s interesting to point out that both Ming and Forth have to deal with boys who they like very much, but who are reluctant to reciprocate their feelings. And I think the main reason why Ming and Kit have such a different dynamic in comparison to Forth and Beam, despite being in pretty similar situations, is because Ming approaches Kit with care and respect, stepping away whenever Kit asks him to. Meanwhile, Forth pushes quite hard, and though there are moments when he appropriately steps away, there are also moments when he uncomfortably oversteps boundaries, which can be a little unsettling to watch, especially because Forth often gets physical. Forth and Beam generally begin very questionably and they never seem to really get into each other’s comfort zones and even it all out. I suppose it has something to do with the idea that there is indeed such thing as someone wanting something, but not saying it – but I’m obviously not a fan of it. Beam is often hot-and-cold, and there is something a little unsettling about Forth thinking he can hold Beam’s hand after Beam pushed him away just because Beam held his hand the night before. That’s why it’s possibly the hardest for me to evaluate how appropriate Forth and Beam even are together, but that usual 2moons2 charm steps in once again, and I still think they’re hella cute even though there is clearly lots of questionable stuff going on in their storyline.

Thirdly, I would like to say that emotional vulnerability is handled quite well in this show. Those of the boys who are generally very opened can be quite emotional from time to time and express themselves quite eloquently. But even those characters that were established as very reserved and detached have some moments where they really talk about how they feel and that’s important. When someone has communication issues, they are also dealt with very well. They are not there for the drama and they are resolved in a way in which they are supposed to be resolved – by talking.

Fourthly, with pushing some boundaries, intimacy in 2moons2 ends up being better than in most Thai BLs. There are many kisses – of different kind and on different occasions, there are hugs and cuddling in bed and sharing drinks and things couples usually do, which other Thai BLs usually shy away or even loudly run away from. It’s still not entirely perfect, mostly because there is that questionable area of consent that comes up from time to time, but it’s better than usual. Also, there is some great fucking kissing in this show. Every single kiss is really good. Like really good, guys. It’s quite shocking really.

Finally and I suppose unfortunately, we have to talk about consent and the way sex is handled in this show in general. Ming and Kit didn’t get to have any scenes of even discussing anything past kissing, so we are not talking about them in this section simply because this subject matter hasn’t touched them at all. Now, Forth and Beam had a hook up scene, and Phana and Wayo eventually have a sex scene too. And what I mean by hook up and sex scene is talking about it and the camera fading away right before it actually happens. Still, there manages to be quite a few questionable moments. Starting with Phana and Wayo, there are moments when Phana kisses Wayo when he clearly doesn’t like it or even outright tells him to stop and tries to push him away. They also often switch between questionable consent and sudden change of character, as if to justify the initial actions of Phana. So, Wayo starts pushing him away and asking him to stop, and when he eventually does, Wayo suddenly changes his mind or feels the need to assure him that “he will do it eventually”, looking guilty. When Phana first starts the conversation about sex, Wayo is clearly uncomfortable, but every time Phana talks about it, he puts quite a bit of pressure on him. As for Forth and Beam, it’s important to point out that they were both drunk when they first hooked up – Beam being significantly more drunk that Forth, and there is of course the unsettling moment of Beam asking if he “can be on top” and Forth saying no, pressing him into the mattress. Also, the idea of Beam having his first time without any lube or condom, when Forth is clearly very experienced and very bisexual, is quite unbelievable to me (and definitely not cool).

Now that romance is out of the way, let’s talk a little about some other things I liked and disliked about the plot. There are some really emotional moments in this show and they manage to be quite natural and realistic and they can really make your heart sink. Many plot points are executed quite well and end up being either deeply entertaining or deeply emotional, both of which is great. There’s a lot of care about the boys’ lives outside of what’s happening here and now in the show, because both Phana and Wayo as well as Ming and Kit appropriately reminisce about their joined time together in high school. They’ve also used the jealousy trope twice and as amazing and satisfying as it was the first time, that’s how disappointing and frustrating it was the second time. 

They do devote a proper amount of time to each couple and aren’t afraid to give a lot of screen time to one specific couple at once, when they truly need it, which is incredible. At the same time, it often happens so that after a couple got a lot of attention from scriptwriters, they completely disappear off the radar for a while and aren’t present together even in the background, which is quite nonsensical. The initial mystery of the show is a little dumb and a lot unrealistic, but kind of in the best traditions of BLs like this. Some plot lines can honestly be ridiculously unrealistic as well, and some scenes that are clearly used to further the storyline in the easiest of ways don’t make any sense whatsoever. Finally, the most disappointing and specific plot point is Phana and Wayo’s reunion, which was shortened (in comparison to the novel and the original show) for obvious reasons, but was unfortunately shortened in all the wrong places and ended up being very confusing and unsatisfying. It was done oh so very wrong, and that’s kind of sad, because it’s a monumental point in Phana and Wayo’s relationship.

Now, a couple of other minor points:

This show is actually quite good with metaphors and foreshadowing and referencing both important plot points from the past and the future, which takes quite some care and dedication and is rather complicated to do, which is a pleasant surprise, since BLs of this kind don’t usually try this hard. It also tries to be deep sometimes, which always ends up being a 50/50 situation, when you either think “Hey, that’s kinda true!” or “What the f-“.

The attention to detail in this show is the true enigma of our time. On the one hand, there is a lot of details in this show that are very small and you don’t really notice right away, but which are done exceptionally well. On the other hand, when you are watching this show for the 5th time, you start seeing missed details that are painfully obvious (to you at that point). So, it’s both extremely good and extremely bad with details, neither of which you will really notice unless you watch it five times like I did.

This show has a lot of unnecessary pauses, and the closer you get to the end of it, the more you will come across this unfortunate phenomenon. Are you familiar with the expression “a pregnant pause”? Well, 2moons2 has whatever the opposite of a pregnant pause is, because all its pauses have absolutely no meaning or purpose, and are there to just drag out the time and probably also annoy the living hell out of me personally.

Some moments in the show can be quite cringy, awkward or even just really weird. Some moments are really cute and will send your heart racing and force all your smile muscles to do some cardio, but some moments that are supposed to be cute can be quite awkward and weird as well. It can also be genuinely very funny, but some jokes are not only extremely unfunny, but also terrible (I could really do without those rape jokes, 2moons2 – I really could). Second hand embarrassment is here as well and it’s here to stay.

Another important point to make is the fact that the subs are slightly worse than usual, but considering the fact that when the show was airing we were getting them right away, and the episodes were translated with the help of some cast members who were trying their best, but simply don’t know English very well, it’s all entirely understandable and justified.

Camera work itself in this show is genuinely quite good – the camera person clearly knows what to film and when to film it and how to film it so it would look good and have additional meaning. At the same time, there is a lot of shots that make no sense and are there to look “epic” and which just end up looking ridiculous, which is clearly a poor directing choice. 

Some final minor points on the weird and problematic moments of 2moons2 also have to be made. There is this weird pedestal that both Phana and Wayo are put on, when everyone always compares everyone to them and says they are the best, which is very weird and nonsensical, especially when a guy talks about how beautiful the guy he likes is, but how “he’s still not as beautiful as Phana” or whatever. Everyone is also way too invested in all three couples’ relationships. Actual real people don’t do that, I doubt even fujoshis act like this in real life. By the way, there is a scene where a fujoshi teaches the “lady gang” all the fujoshi (gods forgive me) terminology, which is just… yikes. There is also a moment where Phana leaves his phone in Wayo’s room and Wayo looks through it and does some things in it, and that’s just not ok. Oh and, the whole “wifey” thing? Needs to go like right now. Needed to go years ago. In fact, didn’t need to show up in the first place.

Finally-finally, the show ends with a cliffhanger, which is connected to a storyline that just ain’t it chief. Honestly, it’s so vague, badly written, ridiculous and clearly done for shock value that, considering the importance of the subject matter, it’s quite offensive. Thankfully, the show ending on a cliffhanger isn’t a problem, because we are getting a sequel, but that was a huge risk that they took, and I’m not a fan of the entire storyline that’s connected to the cliffhanger in the first place, so the ending is not only bad, but also not even really an ending at all.

In conclusion, I would like to say that despite 2moons2 having so many problems, I still love this show and enjoy it a lot. And perhaps it’s about the unproblematic MingKit, or perhaps it’s about that secret charm of this show. Either way, despite all the questionable moments, I still highly recommend this BL – it’s quite cute and lots of fun. But, as usual, it’s obviously your own decision to make.

[neonnhoney-rec]

Kim Taehyung

Here are a few taehyung recs, most of them I’ve read and love, some are in my TBR. Tbh most of them are smut, but some are fluff and angst mostly angst. I will keep updating this woop woop.

I hope you enjoy tehee!

Buzzed- @junqkook

you spend weeks sulking after having sex with your best friend, but a party changes everything.

863 tokyo centre-  @becomingbts

Not much of one, just Taehyung fingering you on a bus at 2am

Hush, hush- @becomingbts

Taehyung makes sure you don’t focus on your insecurities during your first time. To do this he blindfolds you, leaving you slave to your now heightened senses so you ignore your racing thoughts.

Headcase- @becomingbts

Movie night, blankets and hands. What more could go wrong? Oh right, possibly getting caught and all. Well, too bad Taehyung couldn’t care less about that.

Request: taehyung wants to cuddle but you leave- @minyoongimakesmefeelthings​

Of lace and lust- @hobidreams

friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing. 

Cheeky- @guksthighs

“Want some vanilla?” Taehyung groaned before he pulled you up by the hand you were offering and took a bite of it, his gaze piercing yours before his hand was on the small of your back and he pulled you into a kiss tasting like vanilla and salt.

Tae gets jealous when you go on a date- @minstrivia

says it on the tin

Let’s marvin gaye- @minstrivia

it’s valentine’s day. and it’s due time he shows you how it feels to make love.

See you- @gimmesumsuga

Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can’t help but want to see you again.

Slowdance on the inside- @floralseokjin

Taehyung has liked you as long as he can remember. He’s unsure when the line blurred from friendship to romantically, but it’s about to get a lot worse when he’s forced to watch you date his friend, Jungkook…

Under the taeble-  @functioningishardforme

getting a little handsy under the table

Four’s a crowd-  @guksthighs

As a birthday present your boyfriends Jimin and Taehyung take you for a special stripping show, little do they know how attracted you’ll be to the officer and the acts you’ll be performing to win this new man’s heart and cock.

Playing to win- @tayegi

Taekook friends-with-benefits threesome/porn without plot nonsense

Sapphire- @writingseoul

playing video games with tae ends up a little differently then you thought

A freindly favour- @baeseoul

you help tae out before his date 

baby,baby- @hobiwonder

When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

Talk- @taehyungforreal​

Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out… as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?

Clair de lune- @taehyungforreal

being rewritten at the moment

Sore loser- @kingsuckjin

It’s game night with the maknae line. You team up as always with Jimin and Jungkook to beat your best friend and crush, Kim Taehyung. It’s all fun and games until this time he gets mad and decides to play a little game with just the two of you alone in his room.

Plan V- @taesbetch

When y/n can’t seem to find love she turns to her playboy best friend to help her find someone to lose her virginity too. However, fate has other plans 

Breath of spring- @cupofteaguk

he works with color all day, but you just might be the brightest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

Corruption- @95boysbe

DOM tae takes your virginity 

Laundry day- @hobidreams

taehyung discovers the surprise you left for him.

I belong to you - @jessikahathaway

you have rare blood, a deadly secret in the world that's run by vampires. Your family learns the risk the hard way and when your taken away to the highest ranking vampires in the world, your shocked at the decision you have to make, but its okay as one vampire in particular takes your fancy.

Obsidian- @kpopfanfictrash

The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath.  All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate. (so good guys)

Silk and skin- @kpopfanfictrash

You and your boyfriend, Taehyung, are playing a game of truth or dare when a very distinctive kink emerges from the fray.

Drawing darcy- @kpopfanfictrash

Tae loves taking random photos of you secretly, and one day when you’re looking through his phone you find out 

Impatient- @bxebxee

You are honor-bound to do your duty as a princess and marry for the good of the kingdom.  Marriage, like many things in your life, is meant to serve a purpose.  But you know you should be grateful because there are far worse fates than being engaged to marry Prince Taehyung.

Coming home- @taetaesource

Taehyung as a single parent. He was looking for a babysitter to help him raise his kid and then he met you. 

Heart is where home is- @gukyi

somehow, when you woke up this morning, you didn’t really picture yourself falling in love with the attractive, well-read traveller sitting next to you on the plane, but a missed connection and an alarming amount of hand-holding later, you find that you both get a lot more than what you paid for.

Can you see my pulse- @rohobi​

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you’re pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital. 

when you least expect it- @johobi

You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation. 

Electric lovers- @submissive-bangtan

An epidemic breaks out. The world is plunged into chaos. One giant corporation seizes its chance and puts you into quarantine, promising to heal the symptoms you begin to show. Just before you agree to undergo the crucial surgery, an android named Taehyung reveals the truth about the illness to you. A truth that makes you want to escape with him.

Babysitter- @kz-i-co

You were visiting home for the weekend to find out that your parents have hired a new babysitter. (jjk version aswell)

Shy lover- @squishyjiminnie

You’re popular and he’s painfully shy, he acts like he hates you but what if he thinks a lot more of you than you think?

Tempting- @kinktae

Y/N is an angel and a good one at that. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She is out performing her duties when she runs into a demon. Luckily for her, that demon, Taehyung, doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, Taehyung just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

Or, “For someone who is meant to be so pure, you sure are dirty, angel.”

Who cares- @floralseokjin

what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…? 

Wings- @bangtangurlarmy

He tells to nobody in particular as to why he is on Earth.

Third boy is the charm- @sangsanghaebwa

With Namjoon as your sweetheart roommate and Jimin as your adorable bestfriend, who you openly crush on, things still somehow remained easy, until Taehyung entered your life.

Fifteen minutes- @btssmutgalore

you don’t do dates - all you give guys is fifteen minutes to see if they can impress you, and Taehyung’s fifteen minutes have just started.

The counselor- @dom-joonie

You’ve been feeling a bit…depressed. At your friends recommendation, you go to see a counselor, but…he’s a lot more than you expected.

Enemy- @btssmutgalore

Taehyung may be cocky, but he has every reason to be. After all, he never gets turned down by women – at least not until he meets you.

Pluto- @katobobato

y/n has always had a knack for getting herself into trouble. She is no stranger to danger, what with being a member of one of the biggest gangs in the country. Not only is she a member but she is dating their leader, Jeon Jungkook. Things get heated, however, when she is abducted by a rival gang that hopes to use her as a way to get to Jungkook. Will her kidnapper, the ruthless Kim Taehyung himself, be able to subdue the snarky gangster or will she put up a fight to the end?

“134340?“.

Begin again- @writtenyoongi

things had been tough since your divorce from yoongi, you were still heartbroken over losing him whilst trying to balance being a single mother and providing the best you could for your daughter. when kim taehyung enters your life you start to learn how to love again, but the beautiful man is not without his own source of heartbreak.

Curious- @honeymoonjin

Taehyung confides in you and your boyfriend Yoongi that he might be bi, and the two of you offer to let him experiment with you to find out.

Upstream colour- @honeymoonjin

welcome to the first Upstream Colour drabble! please do not read this until after you finish UC, which is available to read here. Word count of this is 426. Mentions of sexual content, non-explicit. Otherwise it’s just fluff. Taehyung x reader

Somebody else- @jamaisjoons​

yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else.

Multiverse- @jungkookiebus

what if…what if you found a tear in the universe? in a world where parallel universes seemingly don’t exist, there appears to be an overlap. what you had previously believed to be a haunting has now turned into something else, something tangible. everything you thought you knew about reality is about to be upturned and crumbled like a house of cards. 

Stealing the bite- @wildernessuntothemselves

In a world populated by the supernatural, witches were the most despised and mistrusted of creatures. Everyone desired to make use of their powers but no one was willing to be seen openly conferring with them. And so there came to pass a heinous practice: Small covens of witches were isolated and kept under wraps in every kingdom, to be utilized when needed, and kept under close watch to prevent them from rebelling. Growing up in a kingdom ruled by werewolves, abuse and scorn were a fact of life, but you were determined to put an end to it. You devised a devious plan to gain power, and it involved a certain prince.

Clandestine- @ditzymax​

As a professional assassin, Kim Kinsoo has many shrouded secrets in her life. Some of them she shares openly with her loving boyfriend, but there are other things he must never know…

Insomnia- @hobiwonder​

this is being rewritten

Dirty dishes- @jaysdimples​

when your boyfriend can’t seem to keep his hands to himself so he stirs up a little trouble in the kitchen while everyone else is a few feet away in the next room

Dalliance- @jvnghxope​

The Association sends you to your first mission alone and you encounter a Pureblood ⎯a race you believed were extinct⎯  who is in the mood to play.

Freak- @kissmetae​

your crush on your best friend was obvious and so was his. but as you took the next step together things turned out completely different. an accident caused an unbreakable bond and you found out about the secret he had kept from you for so long. a secret that put you in danger, forcing you to run away from him. 

but the bond brought with it more than you both thought... to put it charmingly, your blood thirsty lover was thirsty for far more than just blood and the world you once knew turned into something completely different

Lavender flowers- @kissmetae​

it all started when your boyfriend starting showing weird and abnormal behaviour...

at first it wasn't anything beyond the ordinary but as it gradually got worse and worse you were getting really worried...he couldn’t sleep and kept waking up in the middle of the night. but one morning was worse than others... and it would be the start of new encounters and a big change for both you... 

Freedom- @tayegi​

fleeing form your wedding you get into a little trouble with a certain vampire

Hung, open the door- @gotmetalkinginmysleep​

You’ve been keeping the boys awake with your moaning for months thanks to Yoongi. Tae and Jungkook want to find out why.

The doms next door- @tatertotthethot​

in which you unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

Once bitten, twice shy- @pbandjk​

You met Taehyung in college and he convinces you to move to his hometown with him. The town is nice, Taehyung’s friends are great, and you get along with everyone except Jungkook. You can’t seem to figure out what you’ve done to make him not like you, and why did you care so much? Also, why did none of them ever get cold?

Push your buttons- @littlemisskookie​

You return to your childhood home in an attempt to uncover your past, despite the fact it seems as though everyone’s determined to keep it hidden.

Sehebon- @httpjeon​

you find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you’ve arrived at an interesting time.

Thursday night- @sinsforjeon​

You do a lot of things on a Thursday night but what you were doing right now was something you weren’t used to, not that you were complaining.

Flower arrangements- @iq-biased​

From the moment you met Taehyung, his flourish for life drew you in completely. It wasn’t long before you fell head over heals for the tattoo artist who was so wrong for you, it felt right. But your story hasn’t always been an easy one, and just recently it’s become a whole lot more complicated… 

Overworked and sequel- @iq-biased​ 

A stressful weak teaching has you turning to your colleague for help. 

Wrapped around- @jjkfire​

Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Summerboy- @koyamuses​

In the mid-July heat, you find yourself unable to tear your gaze from the pool boy, whose skin glistens beneath rivulets of water as he sets about to clean your pool.

The talk- @kittae​

A drabble series where Taehyung is a successful artistic erotica actor but has to expand his areas of expertise in the rapidly evolving world of adult film. Lost and inexperienced in everything that doesn’t involve classy settings, flattering lighting and romantic scripts, he basically has to start from scratch to make it in the online porn community. As a highly demanded A-lister in that community, you take him under your wings (or better yet, between your legs).

Always together- @kittae​

having a romantic night with your life long lover and friend

New tricks- @geniuslab​

When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

Try my luck- @drquinzelharleen​

When your sister passed away a few years ago you took in her two kids, Yoongi and Jimin. You were happy to do it. Now Jimin was going into kindergarten and you were so worried. But when Jimin comes home talking about his new kindergarten teacher, Taetae everyday. You start to wonder who this man is. Turns out he was just what your little family needed. ​

Slip through the seams- @deerguk​

your locomotion is not that of a normal human being, rather it is to extent of physically being able to transport from one place to another. normally, your seams slip you into locations that you are familiar with, but when you unexpectedly happen upon the apartment of Kim Teahyung in Seoul, south korea- your ability that you have always deemed a curse begins to feel more like a blessing in disguise

Lucy- @gamerguk​

after reading a few more titles of the videos you’ve uploaded, taehyung has come to the conclusion that you’re the hottest fucking dumbass he’s ever seen and so desperately wants to fuck.

The roommate- @jjungkookislife​

y/n is desperate to find a place to live in her city when her best friend, jimin suggests she moves in with his friend Jungkook (poly au)

Addicted to your touch- @jjungkookislife​

spending valentines with your boyfriends

change- @junghelioseok​

a kind, handsome stranger makes you question your deteriorating relationship

Heaven- @pjm-com​

Being an angel who is dating a demon wasn’t easy in your community especially when everyone weighs in. 

​Petals- @katobobato​

Every day the same boy with fluffy brown hair steps foot into y/n’s flower shop. He never buys any of the flowers, no, he just takes his time inspecting them all, taking in the heavenly scents. One day, however, he doesn’t come in. y/n wonders what happened to him until she bumps into him on her way home, surrounded by dying plants.

“The flowers get sad when you don’t look after yourself“.

Dick and go- @jeonggukingdom​

It was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if you’d ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid. “If nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it.

All that is gold- @winetae​

As a college student struggling to make ends meet, Taehyung resorts to a less than ethical method to satisfy his appetite for expensive treats. The last thing he wants is for you to find out how he acquires the Gucci in his closet… however this proves to be difficult when you are his roommate.

↳ or : Taehyung is a sugar baby and somehow thinks he can keep this a secret

[champagnesuperhoeva]

All I Wanna Do Is Have Some Fun...And Hyperanalyze Red Dead Redemption 2

pull on your boots and load up your saddles, it’s time for another round of

Analyze That Scene!

I love these characters. I love how they come to life in every single scene, no matter what they’re doing. There could be an entire spin-off series called ‘The Van Der Linde Gang Fucks Around On A Sunday Doing Fuck All’ and I’d never miss a single episode. Go ahead. Steal my idea and pitch it as a Netflix Original. I wanna watch it!!!!!

We here at ACA, or Appreciating Cowboys Anonymous not to be confused with the loftier fantasy of the Affordable Care Act love the drama. We love the thrills, we love the humor, but as with any good course we need a solid appetizer. We build up to one of the game’s iconic, exciting train robberies with some good, old-fashioned character development. 

The scene we’re about to nitpick starts off with Sean doing what Sean does best:

being bad at things

Arthur walks up asking what in the ring dang do he’s doing when there’s rich folk to traumatize and horses to ride. While grabbing his belt, of course, because he has to. It’s cowboy code!

Beneath the playful jibes and posturing there’s a wonderful camaraderie between them. Even Arthur growling at Sean to back down and stop being a little shit never comes off as truly angry, grouchy and tired at best. Sean’s poking and prodding, too, smacks more of a student desperate for the final exam than a shitty punk with no sense. It’s a bit of a task pushing past Mr. Morgan’s barriers, but there’s usually a few points in trying.

he tries to get arthur to rise to the bait and fails, tries to get arthur to confess to being an englishman and fails, but he does succeed in being shown up

well the fuck done

John immediately throwing his weight around as Sir Not As High Up As Arthur Or Dutch On The Social Pyramid But Sure As Fuck Not As Low As You is already an interesting display of gang dynamics, but Sean’s split-second reaction is heartbreaking.

Look at this poor fucker. He’s crushed. This guy wants to please so badly his otherwise foolproof arrogant facade cracks like an egg. Damn if that isn’t some subtle acting. If I could snort a line of microemotions off my kitchen counter I’d be a certified addict 

john’s sour little glance to arthur -- and arthur not telling him off like he usually does, just mildly shrugging -- is a rare display of compromise between the two

meanwhile charles stands and quietly waits for the van der linde shenanigans to wrap up

Can I really write a dissertation on The Boys™ mucking their way down a muddy trail? You bet your tanned ass I can!!! Red Dead Redemption 2 is such a blast partially because, somehow, they make this massive, sprawling, actual sandbox of a game entertaining at every corner. It was present in the first game, this...intense devotion to making the journey just as interesting as the destination. Honestly, some of my favorite bits in both games were just listening to two or three characters chatter while on the open road.

Even when you fuck up a dialogue string? The physics engine is so damn good you can’t help but love it anyway.

case in point

I love the cheeky little detail about John’s pride over his scars. It’s not the first time this is brought up, either: Arthur can tease him about it during an antagonize option and Bill gives him a little shit about it over the fire. 

"one more word and I’m nosediving off this wagon”

then another running gag about sean holding people hostage with stories about his da; john and charles’ reaction should be sent to Funniest Western Videos 

also it’s pretty sad how the only way sean can keep his father alive is through little tales and he's shot down at nearly every turn FeelsBadMan MikeHogu

This game’s direction makes me horny. 

Not a single shot out of place. A slow-yet-sour violin timed to perfection. If we’re ever lucky enough to get a (good) Red Dead Redemption film or series, I hope to goodness they get some of the same people working on it. Even the way the camera pans over The Boys™ as they square up to go metaphorically devour the rich whole is fucking awesome:

we got sean here looking badass framed between shrubbery and backlight

john’s confident little affirmation to arthur and reaffirming for me why I've loved this man since 2010

and charles remembering at the last second to reload  

All while Arthur faces down a moving train on top of a near literal bomb, reminding those of us in the back why his middle name is Hugeus Testiculus 

we can see a little of Dutch’s influence in John here

how do you do ladies and gentlefolk, I Am Here To Mug You

Going from a quiet, ominous stroll through the train cars to a tense shoot-out, this mission is the very definition of a full-course meal. As the action plays out the player is given equal parts powerful agency and snippets of real, nail-biting danger. The highlight is when Sean gets caught off guard by one of the workers, not just dealing with a near-death experience, but the mortifying knowledge that he just became a liability to the very people he’s trying to prove himself to. 

Come on. We’ve all been in at least one situation where death felt preferable to embarrassment. 

And herein lies one of Sean’s most likeable traits: his sincerity. 

This guy honestly feels terrible about being rescued and it hits the player, all over again, just how out of his league he is. This guy’s a right skilled stick-up man, sure, and he’s seen his fair share of shit...but he’s still the proverbial Squirtle to Arthur, Charles and John’s Charizard

did that metaphor even work

quip quip quip yeehaw guards show up, arthur steps up to the plate to gather everyone together and get them out alive gosh I can’t wait to marry this husband of a man, showing sean in real time how a real outlaw gets shit done

and then he blows it 

It’s the little things.

it’s been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said I’m angry, five days since you laughed at me, said ‘get back together, come back and see me’, three days since the living room, I realized it’s all my fault but couldn’t tell you

[kreekey]

Wedding Bells Are Breaking Up That Old Gang of Mine

Chapter 1/1

Pairing: Linda McCartney/Paul McCartney, John Lennon/Yoko Ono,  John Lennon & Paul McCartney

Genre: Fluff

Words:  2391

Summary: That title may sound a bit melancholic given the real context, but all things must come to an end. It’s funny to see the person you’ve known your whole life only begin to settle into themself. There’s a moment of fondness leading up to the split. 

Is ‘fondness’ the right word? 

It’s pretty amicable, anyway. 

Two different kinds of couples have a night together. It’s like a dinner party, except the (Ono) Lennons aren’t really sure how to throw a dinner party. Conversation is had. John entertains the idea of a soon-to-be Beatle breakup. Paul refuses to get his head drilled into. Everyone has found somebody to love.

(See the AO3 Post for author’s notes)

John’s apartment - I guess it’s Yoko’s now, too - was already littered. It was no different from the closets we used to live out of in Hamburg, except this one must’ve cost a few thousand pounds. They had just moved in and half the floorboards were hidden underneath newspaper clippings, clothing, and dirty plates. At least they had the courtesy to move some of the piles against the wall before we came over.

Not that it eased Linda at all. We sat with our knees bumping against each other and hand over hand. I whispered sweet jokes to her in the living room as we waited - I don’t know why I whispered. It was only John’s flat. His home. It didn’t feel like a home, of course. It felt a bit like an alley you might find yourself in after a night of drinking. Funny, considering I used to live in this same building a couple of years ago. Things have changed since then.

Yoko’s bare feet padded in from the kitchen. She smiled in a way that rivalled Mona Lisa, saying, “The food is ready.”

I took Linda’s hand as we stood and followed Yoko down the short hall. She walked with care, making every step deliberate. It all felt very formal for a visit to an old friend’s house.

We stepped into the dining room and found John sat cross-legged on one of the dining chairs. There was a smile underneath all that hair he’s grown out. Two sturdy seats sat across from each other at an intimate wooden table. He beckoned us with the signature Lennon confidence, saying, “Come, sit.” Yoko took his hand and he guided her into the seat beside him. They reminded me of one of those old couples who’ve known each other for decades.

As we settled into our seats, Linda and I gave each other a glance after noticing the food. It could barely be considered dinner. An opened bottle of champagne stood proudly in the centre, surrounded by plates of crackers and half-hazardous dollops of caviar. There was a bowl of a thousand different kinds of foreign cooked vegetables dressed with pepper. At least now I could be sure there was food in John’s house. He seemed so fragile and thin nowadays. Of course, he’s the same fiery Lennon he’s always been. I think.

John reached out for a cracker and he leaned on the table, saying, “Me and Yoko have got ourselves on this macrobiotic diet. I hope you like it, it’s good for you. Gets rid of toxins and all that.” He stuffed his mouth with a biscuit.

“‘‘Macrobiotic’?” I laughed. “I still remember you sneaking Eric’s chocolate at the studio.”

He smiled, “That’s the old me, Paul.”

“We were at the studio this time last year,” I reminded him. That nice familiarity that always came to me whenever I visited John began to creep up. “Eric was yelling at George because his truffle was gone, but you fessed - eventually - that it was you all along.”

“Sometimes John will still slip and eat a chocolate bar,” Yoko said airily with that same enigmatic smile, hands folded in her lap. “But the point is that it’s very healthy. We eat grains and vegetables, you know, that kind of thing. It’s very, very good. That’s why we do it.”

John hummed chirpily, teasing us with his raised eyebrows. Linda put on a weak polite smile for them before staring at the plates. She rarely knew what to say to Yoko. I mean, we know she’s mostly harmless. She’s just from another world. I grabbed Linda’s glass and poured the champagne, nudging her for reassurance. She scooted her chair closer to mine until our knees started bumping again.

We ate sparingly and drank freely. John and I made conversation about nothing memorable, catching up on our intertwined lives. Linda would chime in with something smart before returning to listening. Trying to keep up with a conversation with John makes anyone a bit disquiet. Yoko would often watch, occasionally regaling us with an explanation for something we didn’t know we wondered. Her ideas always had John turning in admiration or ferocious agreement. As the drinks kept flowing, I even began to seriously consider some of their proposals.

“Wait, d’you remember the letter I sent from Amsterdam, Paul? You fancy getting the trepanning thing done?” John brought up after a mention of their peace demonstrations.

Linda and I gave each other a look. John’s letters during his honeymoon were often illegible. Even when you could make the words out, he never made sense.

“You kind of have a hole bored into your skull and it relieves the pressure,” John explained in an instant upon seeing our expressions. He seemed eager, almost bouncing in his chair. My wife gaped at me, eyes widened. I shrugged. It was kind of amusing.

Linda spoke straight to Yoko the first time this night and gawked, “Hold on, do you believe this?”

“We’re always looking for new ways to expand our consciousness,” Yoko replied without the slightest inflection in her voice. I swear I could tell her smile opening up the slightest bit. She giggled softly, “But John is more focused on this method than I am.”

It’s almost startling to hear her laugh. Yoko turned into a sliver less of a mystery. Linda and I made eyes at each other, lips curling upwards. Before we knew it, we were dissolving into laughter. I almost forgot about the people across the table. Linda looked lovely, just like herself, a blush colouring her face as she cracked up without a care. Yoko tittered along shyly, gazing at her husband.

John continued with a wide grin. He gripped the table and leaned in closer. “No, this isn’t a joke! All you’d have to do is just bore a little hole in your skull and it lets the pressure off. We met a doctor in Amsterdam, and he has a paper on it. A scientific paper, a real one. You could get a permanent high from this!”

Linda leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder with a content sigh. It could’ve been a tired one. Wrapping my arm around her and pulling her closer, I replied, “C’mon, Johnny. You must be joking.”

“No, no! Listen, let’s go next week. We know a guy who can do it, and maybe we can all do it together!” John gestured with his hands like he was bursting with genius ideas. I half-expected him to shout ‘Eureka!’.

“Look, you go and have it done, and if it works, great,” I grinned. “Tell us about it and we’ll all have it.” Linda hummed in agreement.

John threw his hands up, saying, “Oh, fine, fine. You’re too cynical about things like this - ”

“Thank God,” I interrupted. Linda almost guffawed.

He gestured to me with another cracker, “You’re no fun anymore, Paulie.”

My wife relaxed against my body, radiating warmth, and looked back across the table. It felt sweet coupled with my drunk buzz. She said, “I just think that there’s so much crap that you’ve got to be careful of.”

“But John’s more open to things like that,” I winked at him, wanting my cheeky smile to push his buttons. His eyes narrowed at mine, though the rest of his face stayed nonchalant. The room turned silent and I realized all eyes were on John, waiting for his usual witty response. Yoko looked at him, unfocused, not a hint of a frown on her face. John bounced his leg in thought.

“Well, whether you believe it or not…” John finally said, a degree colder than usual. “Either way, I don’t resent ye for it - I don’t resent your husband, Linda,” he turned to her. “I feel sorry for him.”

Linda didn’t let her surprise show. John Lennon could catch most people off guard in a snap - not me. She began to sputter before I cut in heartily, “That’s very kind of you, Lennon!”

John chuckled, “No, really, McCartney. If you say no, you mean no. It’s very kind of you not to call me fuckin’ crazy.”

“It’s just not something I would like to do, Johnny. But you let me know how it is,” I said, squeezing Linda closer out of habit. John nodded, turning his eyes elsewhere as if it’s all exasperated him.

“I think John wanted to put some pressure off. For both of us, you know,” Yoko said. Her voice was smooth and delicate, almost jarring compared to the madness a few moments prior. “We are the only people going through the same problems.”

I wondered, ‘What do you say to that’?

But John seemed to know. John understood her, something most people couldn’t do. I’ve been aware of her for three years now. I never really got on that well with her.

“We’re in the same position. Our fame, y'know, the people we know. And The Beatles… for now, I mean. Until you release that album of yours, Paul.” John turned his eyes back on mine.

“Well, the recordings’ going well,” Linda said with a sense of nerves.

“What do you do in the album? It’s refreshing to see another woman working on the album of a Beatle. And you know, when Beatles are recording, there’s very few people around, especially no women,” Yoko said. John gave me an empty look before returning to face his wife. Memories of asking Yoko to go sit in the back of the studio - an act I used to try to hide from John like a dirty affair - flooded our minds. I ignored that thought.

“Strictly speaking she harmonizes,” I answered. As I stared down at her I found myself admiring every feature - as always.

I continued, “But of course it’s more than that. She’s a shoulder to lean on, a second opinion… and a photographer of renown.” She glowed when I kissed the top of her head. I looked back up at the Ono-Lennons, beaming with pride.

“Cor, replaced me already?” John jested. I made an affirming sound, taking another sip of champagne with my free hand.

“Yer killing us, y’know. The band. I don’t understand. I’m not ashamed of The Beatles,” John shook his head. “I did start it all!”

“Well, I’m doing what you and Yoko were doing last year. I understand what you did, now.” I said. It’s stupid to defend it. I shouldn’t have to, it’s only an album.

“Will Paul and Linda become a John and Yoko?” John used that mock-deep voice, the kind he uses when he jeers at the media.

“No. They will become Paul and Linda.” My wife melted in my touch as I wrapped my other arm around her. She looked up at me with a smile.

“Hmm,” John half-lidded his eyes. “Good luck to yer.”

We went on with the evening, skipping over any unmentionables. Linda and I would try to, anyway. John and Yoko didn’t mind. It went well, I imagine. I love them - I know that I love John. I respect him, at least. And John loves her, and there’s nothing to be done for it.

They waved us goodbye at some point early in the morning. As we walked onto the street, Yoko stood with John in the flat’s doorframe, hand on his chest. His arm snaked around her waist. They were so small, so compact. Like they made their own bubble. Impenetrable. There was ‘John and Yoko’ and there was the rest of the world. All that ‘interconnectedness of the whole human race’ (or whatever’s said these days) was hard to sense sometimes. Really, though, they must be in love. I can’t say there’s anything wrong with that.

I gripped Linda’s hand, leading us away. Our steps were uneven, unsure, but we leaned on each other throughout the cold walk back to Cavendish.

“'Trepanning’ - was he really sitting there saying we should do this?” Linda muttered in disbelief. When she looked up at me, there was a smile on her face. She was glad to say what she wanted, especially with me.

I laughed, “Well, John always wanted to jump over the ‘cliff’ - “

“The 'cliff’?” she questioned. It wasn’t in the way some girls used to question me, twirling their hair as if they still didn’t know anything, only to flirt. Linda wasn’t coy. Linda knew who she was, and she knew me.

“Y’know, the cliff,” I said, confident that the explanation will be a tad silly. “The cliff - going full tilt. He once said that to me. 'Have you ever thought of jumping?’ I said, 'Fuck off. You jump, and tell me how it is.'”

Her shoulders shook from laughter, still gazing up at me.

“That’s basically the difference between us.” I motion with my head. “I love John, and respect what he does - though he doesn’t really give me any pleasure. Not with his, y’know, kooky ideas. I get tired from it all.”

“‘Tired’? Oh, Paul.” She squeezed my hand.

“Sorry. I don’t like it either, getting tired.” I sighed. “It makes it all harder.”

“It’s allowed, you know,” she said, sinking into me. “Allow yourself to be tired.”

A smile warmed up onto my face. I nodded gently because she was right.

Linda continued to relax against me, the way I found myself letting go of my worries when I was with her. It felt silly, being in love and feeling like you were 16 and discovering that giddiness again. But it was perfect. She’s the perfect thing to end the night with after a dinner like that. Just the person I need - that I always need. Not that the Ono-Lennons aren’t pleasant - but they’ve turned a hint unfamiliar. They were something that I didn’t want to handle. Linda lifted it all away.

We continued stumbling down the road, mumbling sweet conversation to each other. Reminiscing about the night we just had, giggling at old jokes again. She let go of my hand and wrapped herself around my arm, entangling us further. I wouldn’t mind if this moment lasted forever. I’d go down any path with her. It didn’t matter, because she would always be there; she’s a shoulder to lean on, a second opinion, and someone who believes in me - constantly. I didn’t know how much I needed that.

[honeymoonjin]

런닝맨 방탄 Running Man Bangtan - Part Two

A/N This final half is just shy of 7k words, so a bit smaller than the last one, but believe me when I say a lot happens. Read part one here.

Warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content (exhibitionism, unprotected sex, handjob)

Summary: You only have one challenge left to complete the second year anniversary episode, but will you succeed and find the spy in time? After filming, the Running Man Bangtan gang return home to celebrate, but Y/n and another member decide to continue the festivities a little longer.

Your final challenge awaited you, and with the amount of time left on the clock, you knew it would be a big one. The rest of your team were in varying states of exhaustion, but it was getting late, and if you stopped for a break now, you'd have to wait a whole day so that the light visible from the windows still looked the same to viewers. Director Lee had decided to just keep rolling.

The brief respite you did get was to change out of your hoodies and jeans and get into some workout gear. That made you all a little nervous for what the challenge could be.

After getting changed, the eight of you were led back into the studio proper, where the production team were spread out across the mirrored wall. A production assistant shuffled the eight of you into place and cameras rolled once more.

Letting out a yawn, you leant your head against the solid body beside you. Namjoon grunted a little but didn't make a move to push you away.

"You will complete your final mission in the Running Man Bangtan Studio. Currently, you have 2 hours and 38 minutes on the clock to complete this mission. However, if you fail this, there is no second chance, and you only get one shot to successfully complete it."

You scrunch up your face in concern. Over two and a half hours was a really long time, too long, so clearly it was going to be something crazy elaborate, or at least time-consuming.

"Your mission is to learn and perform a three minute choreography in pairs."

You blink. All of the members simultaneously relax a little.

"However," Lee cautions, "each dance duo only gets one shot to perform their choreography without any mistakes. If any of the eight of you make a mistake, the whole team loses the mission, and in turn, fails the entire game. You can practice as much as you want within your remaining time," Lee finishes, looking particularly smug as he reads off his iPad.

There it was. The classic RMB twist that kept the show so popular. Either a challenge so complex for so little reward, or a challenge that's extremely simple, but with sky high stakes. You stand up straight again, suddenly more awake than ever. This was the perfect challenge for you.

Director Lee made you draw lots for the dance pairs: Namjoon was with Taehyung, Yoongi was with Hoseok. After opening yours, you cross your fingers in the hope that you'll be with Jimin, or at least the golden maknae.

Of course, putting the good dancers together wouldn't make very interesting television, and the variety show gods certainly want an entertaining show. Jimin and Jeongguk are put together, and Jin turns to you with a cheeky smile.

After the lots were drawn, two dance instructors are led in to begin teaching you. The dance is pretty simple, but there are a lot of moves to remember in three minutes, and even the more qualified out of you begin to feel that this is a losing battle.

"Okay, Jin-oppa, we can do this! It's not that bad," you start, but cut yourself off as Jin goes off the book and starts slut-dropping to the music, holding uncomfortable eye-contact with you the whole time. You look away, sighing. "Every morning I knock on heaven's door but God won't answer. He lives in fear of the mess he created."

"Ah, come on, it'll be fun," he insists, still in a squat on the floor. "We can add a little flair to it, make it sexy."

From across the room, you can hear Jimin's classic whine. "Nobody wants to see that, hyung! And the whole point is to stick to the moves they taught us! At least you don't have to grind on this little freak," Jeongguk pauses in his superhero pose, looking affronted that he's been called a freak. His outstretched arm lowers in defeat, before Jimin tugs him away to go over the steps again.

The room is a disaster by the time you've been practising for an hour. Hoseok has his dance nailed and is parading around the room going freestyle to impress the teachers. His partner awkwardly hip thrusts and wiggles to open air, looking like he wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

Jimin and Jeongguk's dance doesn't look particularly safe for public viewing; even after Jimin's periodic complaining, they dance a lot closer than the instructors asked them to.

Poor Namjoon and Tae are still trying their best to get the hang of the third move, but they're very serious and invested, monopolising the instructors time, and shoving Hoseok away every time he comes to show off.

Jin and you? Well, surprisingly enough, he has a lot more potential than you had initially expected. He's always in rhythm even when the moves are completely wrong, and that's always the biggest battle.

It's been almost a year since you've been dancing regularly, and even you need to ask the teachers over every now and again to get your part sorted. As time trickles down, teams come and go to take breaks and get food, figuring that it's better to conserve energy rather than using it all in one go.

After an hour and a half, Jimin and Jeongguk feel confident that they have theirs sorted, and after a few full practices, the rest of you pile up against the wall to watch them do their final performance.

The song is upbeat and flirty, but Jimin and Jeongguk look like they're moments away from ripping their clothes off. After the three minutes, those not dancing are in tears at their over-dramatic moves and face acting. It's a relief when the dance instructors give them the all-clear, and the two dancers, still panting, just about melt into the floor, slugging over and collapsing against the wall with the rest of you.

At one point in practising, you are mid-twirl when you see Yoongi whispering quietly into Jin's ear, and the two of them walk out of the room, Jin shooting you a half-assed apologetic smile. You shoot a confused look over to Hobi, but he just shrugs.

They're gone for five minutes, a cameraman following them in, and when they finally return, staring at you in suspicion, you huff and get Jin to take it from the top.

It's Yoongi and Hoseok who perform next. After swanning around for over an hour, Hoseok finally decided it was time to try and teach Yoongi instead of letting him suffer on his own, and he makes an amazing teacher. Yoongi isn't a quick learner, but Hobi is patient with him, encouraging him when he messes up and cheering when he gets something right at last. It's more than you can say for your own team, as every time you try and explain something, poor Jin looks more confused than when he asked.

The remaining four of you join Jimin and Jeongguk at the side of the room and watch with baited breath as Yoongi walks the tightrope of almost forgetting a move or being almost too slow, but they end with success. Instead of joining Hobi in the celebrations, Yoongi chooses to collapse on the couch in the breakroom and take a nap while the final four struggle it out.

When the dial falls below one hour, you turn to Jin. "I think we need to do our last full run-through and try it."

He widens his eyes and rears his head back comically. "Are you crazy? We're not ready!"

You go back to the starting pose. "No, we are ready! Okay, let's do one more run-through, and if we make a mistake, we keep practicing, but if we get it, we're done."

He considers it for a moment, then reluctantly places a hand on your shoulder for the first move. "Fine then, let's go."

The first half of the team sit and watch the last four practice (with the exception of Yoongi, who made Hoseok promise not to wake him until the last team does their performance), and you feel a sense of pride when the three minute track goes by without a single mistake on either end.

Even more begrudgingly, Jin allows you to call the instructors over to watch you submit your final performance. Everything is silent except for the catch music.

Jin's hand begins on your opposite shoulder, and when the first line in the song begins you brush it off and twist. Now facing your back, Jin reaches out and leans as you bend forward out of his grasp. As each pulse of the bass goes, you turn, flick, step, step, bend, drop, pose in time with the music, pleased when Jin keeps up perfectly, albeit with a constant look of horror on his face.

The first minute passes by with the impassive faces of the instructors watching you carefully, and then the second. Towards the end of the dance, there's a series of steps in a grapevine pattern that are paired with turns, body-rolls, and hip-thrusts. It's the most complicated part of the dance by far, and the stress of being the second to last team, so close yet so far from victory, the moment when you are meant to clasp onto his hand, you go for his shoulder instead accidentally.

You realise your mistake as it happens, eyes flying wide open and mouth slacking, but Jin's hand comes up on the beat and quickly latches on to yours, completing the move correctly.

With a racing heart, you turn away from him and let your linked hands fall across your chest and pull your body against his for the ending pose.

The pair of you stare nervously at the instructors, but they haven't reacted. Nobody breathes for a few seconds, but after what feels like an eternity, the pair share a look, then nod at you two. They didn't notice, or if they did, it wasn't enough to be a mistake.

You exhale noisily, letting your dead weight fall against Jin's broad chest. You feel it rumble against your cheek as he half-carries you over to the wall, loudly declaring that he was the best dancer on the team, and even if they made a million mistakes, his dashing good looks would distract the judges so much they'd never notice.

The two of you are giddy with relief when you finally slump against the wall, Jin shifting to lie down, head in your lap, staring outwards as Namjoon and Tae look just about green in the face.

At some point, Yoongi wakes up naturally and comes back to the group, leaning against Hobi's shoulder and immediately falling back asleep.

Jeongguk is to your left and you make quiet conversation with him while the two stressed dancers freak out ten feet away. His voice drops into a conspiratorial whisper, not that his body mic wouldn't pick it up anyway. "It's totally Hoseok," he insists.

"What?"

"The spy, idiot. Whenever he gets chosen as the spy he always acts like this. He gets all over excited to try and avoid suspicion."

You eye him up. "What happened to sitting and waiting for the spy to reveal himself?"

He raises an eyebrow and gestures down at himself. "Would you not call this sitting and waiting?"

You laugh at him. "Fair enough. I kind of thought it was Namjoon until we got that hint about dancing." The pair of you wince as Namjoon elbows Tae in the face as he does the final spin. "Maybe that's the grand twist. Namjoon isn't a bumbling nerd, he's been a mastermind all along. We'd never see it coming."

"Plot twist of the century. Our ratings would skyrocket. Fans would revolt."

Once the laughter dissipates, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. The friendly camaraderie lasts up until the final twenty minutes come along, and Namjoon and Taehyung still haven't performed.

Fifteen minutes ago, Jimin had gotten up to help Tae out with his part, while two instructors did their best with Namjoon, and it had certainly helped.

They knew all the moves, but they were too terrified to perform, what with all the pressure on them to succeed.

"Hey, oppa," you call out to Joon. He looks over at you with exhausted eyes. "If we make the two of you our penalties, then it doesn't matter if you win or lose, you'll be getting the punishment anyway."

Your genius idea doesn't go down so well. Namjoon simply sighs and goes back to one last run-through, but Yoongi, half-asleep but holding on out of curiosity, sits up and furrows his eyebrows. "If they're going to get punished anyway, why would they even try to succeed? That's terrible advice."

"Ah." You blink slowly. "You're right. I just figured if they didn't feel so much pressure they might do better."

"They'll get it," Jimin enthused, joining you on the floor as the final duo took their places.

Their performance was like art. Certainly not a beautiful landscape that was framed in a gallery, but more so the garish, graphic street art that was meant to 'challenge you'.

You felt like you had never been so stressed in your life. Their dancing, while technically correct, was so horrendous that you had no idea how they were still somehow succeeding. Namjoon's look of pain for the whole three minutes, their weird tendency of standing as far apart as they could get to avoid hitting each other, their almost mechanical progression of steps struck fear in the hearts of all the other team members, as you waited for the inevitable moment when they would cross from awkward to wrong.

But they never did. They finished, Namjoon holding Tae to his chest, both men stiff as a board, and the judges shrugged a little at each other, then nodded.

There was a moment of complete shock and silence, then Jimin's triumphant hoot caused the room to erupt in cheers and laughter.

The LED clock ticking down in the corner was at 12 minutes and 41 seconds when Director Lee stopped it. It was almost midnight, but the eight of you were too wired from the seemingly impossible win you had secured to feel sleepy at all.

They had paused filming long enough for you to get back into your hoodies and jeans from before, and to have the stylists blot away the sweat and powder your shiny faces one last time.

While getting changed, you had seen Jimin chat with Yoongi, then make his way around the room, chatting to each member quietly. You stick with Jeongguk, who was always the first to get changed, and once the other two maknaes came over you sorted out your voting strategies, all three of you agreeing to go for Hoseok.

As usual, voting was simply writing a name down on a slip of paper in an envelope, and getting Lee to tally up the votes. He went through a reminder, mostly for the audience, rather than you guys who knew the drill by now, that if the spy wasn't correctly guessed they'd get a reward, but if they were guessed they'd suffer a penalty. You were all still riding the high of getting the full-team reward, and none of you really cared who the spy was, more concerned about not being drawn to do the penalty when the rest of their team were enjoying some unspecified reward.

Lee, after counting and re-counting the votes, leant into the microphone. "There is one vote for Hoseok."

Both you and Hoseok's mouths fall open. Hoseok, of course, is annoyed that someone would suspect him. You, however, immediately turn to glare at the youngsters beside you. That one vote was yours, which meant that the other three hadn't listened to you when you said to vote for Hobi.

You gasped, affronted. "You sneaky brat, Ggukie, voting for Hoseok was your idea!"

"Jimin told me that Yoongi told him that the first hint was the spy being a bad cook. So we figured it had to be you. I just thought Jimin was trying to get me off his back, but he managed to convince the rest of us." He flashed you a shit-eating grin and turned to high-five Jimin and Tae.

"The majority vote, which will be the one counted, is seven votes. The person voted out as a spy is Y/n."

You throw your hands up in defeat, shaking your head at the seven guys around you whooping and hooting at their successful blindside.

"Y/n, are you a spy?"

You knew what came next. Sighing, you let Jeongguk turn you around so that your name-tag was visible on your hoodie. He grabbed one corner and tugged.

There was an almighty cheer as your identity was revealed, hiding beneath the name-tag.

스파이. Spy.

At this point in the show, the producers would go back to the interview you shot two days ago where they sat you down and told you your secret mission objective. Everybody always hated being the spy, possibly except Jin who loved the drama of it, and your attempts at trying to fuck up challenges without being caught didn't work on either level.

Director Lee continued, saying of course that you would get the punishment as you had been correctly chosen. "And since you failed two challenges and decided to pass them by putting two names up for punishment, we'll draw short straws for the two other players who will receive the punishment."

You glance at Yoongi, who's looking like the cat that got the cream, and he sends you a smug wink when he catches you glaring. "Wait!" you yell before any members can grab a straw. "Can I choose who gets to go on the penalty with me?"

Yoongi pales and his smile drops.

Director Lee allows it, as you knew he would, and suddenly it's you who's laughing. "I'd like to choose Hoseok, since I like his company the most and also he didn't make a very good scapegoat, but instead I'm going to pick the two idiots who got the rest of you to vote for me instead. Yoongi and Jimin." You finish your short speech and relish in the sounds of Yoongi and Jimin desperately trying to get you to reconsider.

As usual, the moment the cameras stopped rolling for the day, and the episode was over, all the over-acted power plays and rivalries fell away. It was late, and the antics of the day were finally catching up on you all. Director Lee's final words to you all were just to let you know that the punishment would take place Monday of next week, and that he'd email the three of you that were doing it with more details.

Mondays were the regularly filming days, so you figured it would be a split episode: half of the team get to enjoy some good food, relaxing and easy challenges or exciting activities, while the losers drudged about cleaning a stable or something horrible like that. Even though it sucked that you had to do a penalty, you were glad it wasn't on top of another normal filming day.

The lot of you had the luxury of a short elevator trip down two floors being the only transport needed to get to your group dorm. When Namjoon unlocked the door, you all piled inside like zombies, Jin making his way to the kitchen to make a midnight snack for you all, you and Taehyung making your way to the lounge to find something good to watch on Netflix, and the others disappearing to their rooms for quick showers.

It was tradition for the Bangtan dorm to pull an all-nighter after a late-night episode. You found it was generally impossible to get any decent sleep after being paraded around Seoul for all your crazy challenges, and it was nice to just enjoy each others presence for a while. You'd get some warm food, watch some dumb movies, and camp out in the lounge, eventually falling asleep one by one in a massive pile of bodies, blankets and pillows on the floor.

Namjoon had once confessed to you that this tradition was on hiatus once you moved in to start the show after one year. They had gotten so used to it being the seven of them, that they had kind of expected that they wouldn't get along with an eighth member, and a female no less. So for your first few weeks, they would all pretend to go to bed in their double rooms, then sneak into Jeongguk and Tae's room to have a secret sleepover without you.

Those first few weeks felt incredibly lonely for you, and awkward for them. It wasn't until you actually sat down for one of the planning sessions and spent some off-camera time with them that they got to know you.

After a while, they began holding their post-filming cuddle-fests in the lounge again, saying you were welcome to join or to sleep, whatever you felt comfortable with.

It seemed like far more than a year ago now. Now, you felt like part of the family. They happened usually once a week, and you had fallen into a routine of snuggling with one of them for a while, until they fell asleep, then moving on to somebody else, and rinse and repeating until there was nobody else to move to, or you yourself fell asleep.

Tonight, when the ending credits of Paddington came on at about three in the morning, Hoseok and Yoongi had long since fallen asleep, Yoongi with his head draped on Hoseok's shoulder, Hoseok with one of his legs thrown over Yoongi's. Namjoon was on his phone, with Jimin sleeping peacefully on his curled-up legs, letting out a little grunt or whine every now and again. Jin and Jeongguk were tops and tails on one of the couches, and you and Tae were on the other one, you leaning on his chest, his legs on either side of yours.

Each breath he took caused your head to lift up and down again, and listening to the deep tenor of his breathing was better than any sleeping pill. You stayed awake long enough to turn off the TV, then settled back down in Tae's warm embrace, clutching at the corner of your blanket. You imagined a stranger walking in on this would consider it weird; in fact, you yourself probably would've found it weird had they continued their routine when you first arrived. But after living with them, it was so clear that they were a family. Closer than family, sometimes.

Now, you were lucky enough to be a part of that family. Even if you maybe stared at their chests when they got up in the morning for a little too long, and maybe you pretended to struggle to get to sleep some nights so that one of them would let you sleep in their bed with them, but they were your family first, and extremely hot guys second.

When you were away from all your other friends and family for this long, and spent almost all your time with the same seven people, it just became natural to lean on each other like this. Snuggling up to whoever was closest so that you could calm down enough to sleep after a filming day. Jin never complaining when he had to cook for eight people every day. Namjoon sitting with you patiently to help you with your English so that you could interact with fans on twitter. Jimin sneaking out of his room to call his parents so that he didn't wake Yoongi. You taking every opportunity to hug Hobi tightly when you could see he was upset because he hated to be the one needing help from others. You knew each other like the back of your hand, and you loved each other more than you could really even explain.

When you all finally fell asleep you would probably lie in this pile until near midday, each person that got up being extra quiet to let the others have their sleep. The day after filming was always an off day, so that you could recover from whatever the producers threw at you the day before. The afternoon would go by slowly and leisurely, the eight of you eating lunch together, then falling away to spend the time doing whatever you pleased. Jeongguk and Tae liked to hole up in their room and play video games until dinnertime. Namjoon sometimes asked you to go on a walk in the park with him so that he could get some fresh air. Yoongi had bought himself an 88-key digital piano that he was still getting used to using, and if you asked nicely and bribed him with a cup of coffee he would let you sit on his bed while he played a tune for you, something thoughtful and patient or maybe something catchy and hard-hitting.

Jimin was trying to learn how to cook better so that he could help out his hyung, and he loved spending his free-time in the kitchen, watching YouTube videos on how to make fried rice, sneaking around the dorm with a spoon to get Jin to try it. Hoseok would always hang out at the kitchen bar while Jimin fussed around in the kitchen, helping to measure out ingredients and cut vegetables while they chatted amiably about whatever was in their minds at the time.

Jin himself liked watching movies with you but was occasionally found in Tae and Jeongguk's room describing, sports-commentator style, the gameplay as if he had any idea what was going on.

Most of the guys had been living with each other long enough that they were happy to go off and do their own thing when they had the chance, but you still found yourself floating from member to member, wanting desperately to enjoy their company.

But for now, you simply aligned your breathing with Tae's and relaxed, shuffling around so that you could face his chest instead of the ceiling. As you moved, his chest hitched, and you paused, pushing up to see if he had woken up.

His heavy gaze was on you when you looked up at him. His hair was mussed up on one side and flattened against his temple on the other, but his alert gaze told you that he probably hadn't fallen asleep fully in the first place.

You shot him an apologetic smile anyway, and continued wriggling around, stopping only when his hands shot up to hold your hips firmly.

You were still looking straight at him, but you failed to see the problem. It wasn't until you tried to shuffle up again that you felt it.

He raised an eyebrow when your eyes widened in realisation. "Sorry," you mouthed, placing your hands on his chest so that you could hop off him, but his hands didn't waver, in fact pushing down ever harder so that your hips shifted against him. He groaned, and you felt him against your lower stomach.

Although your crotch was on the couch, and not receiving any action at all, the feeling of his hardness against you caused a jolt of energy to shoot through your stomach and down between your legs, where your thighs clenched uselessly together in the hopes of creating some friction.

Of course you had messed around with the guys before. Not that you would ever tell another soul, let alone sweet, innocent Director Lee, but the policy of not having any sexual relations with other members was broken long before you arrived. Your presence certainly exacerbated it, not that you would ever complain.

But most of the time, it was comforting another member, or making drinking games more interesting. Very rarely had anything happened when both (or all) parties were fully stable-minded.

You searched Tae's eyes, which were hooded slightly, for a sign of his intentions. He just breathed out shakily and gave you the slightest nod.

Your gaze fell to the guys around you. There was the youngest and oldest on the couch on the other side of the room from you, both snoring away, and then four more on the ground between you. Namjoon, who just moments before was blinking blearily into his phone screen, had put it down and was stretching out to sleep, but you had no way of knowing if he was actually asleep already or not.

Tae hummed a little, and took one hand off of your waist to turn your chin back to him. With a gentle but mischievous smile, he brought one finger to his lips, pouting a little in a silent 'shh'.

You couldn't help but grin back, nodding your consent, and moving your hands to his shoulders so that you could slide yourself up a little more, dragging slowly over him until your legs lifted up and around him, and two layers of underwear where all that separated the two of you.

Of all the people in the dorm to have initiated something at a time like this, you really hadn't expected Taehyung. He almost always treated you like an older sister, coming to you for advice and comfort rather than plain old company. Even if he did choose to come on to you at all, you figured he would've invited you to his room, or caught you in the laundry room and locked the door, or something equally secure.

But here he was, one hand still on your hip, encouraging you to grind on him while his hyungs slept peacefully three feet away.

It was embarrassing how quickly you soaked through your panties, soon enough feeling the textured drag of wet fabric rather than soft cotton rubbing against your clit. Your breaths were coming out ragged, but still quiet, thankfully, and you were more than content to get yourself off by rolling your hips against him desperately.

Tae had other ideas. Hard as a rock, he lifted his hips so that he could push the fabric of his boxers down. You paused your ministrations and raised yourself up on your knees to give him space, holding back a disappointed whine at your throbbing clit going untouched.

Taehyung was one of the few members, perhaps even the only member, you had never seen fully naked. A little less showy than the others, he hadn't fooled around with anyone much during your drunken truth or dare sessions, and you could honestly say now that the anticipation was truly worth the wait.

If you didn't have to be quiet, you would've asked him where the fuck he hid that thing, but your slack jaw probably gave away the general gist. Your hand fell down between you to hold him securely at the base, marvelling at how heavy he felt in your palm.

He threw his head back at first contact, eyes fluttering shut, abs tensing in an effort to push himself into your hand. Your thumb didn't quite meet your fingers when you grasped him, and you weren't sure you were going to be able to take all of him in this position. You collected some spit in your hand to lube him up enough to start stroking, enough pressure to give him some relief but too slow to get anywhere with it. You sat up onto his thighs so that your other hand could come down too, using your pointer finger to collect the precum leaking from his tip, and bringing it to your mouth. It was a shame he still had his eyes shut and missed it, but you savoured his taste anyway.

After a few minutes of your patient stroking, Tae realised you weren't planning on speeding up, and he tipped his head back down to gaze at you, eyes almost black with dilation. He bats your hand away and reaches out to hook a finger into the sopping fabric between your thighs. His nail scrapes accidentally against your swollen clit and in your surprise, you can't help the desperate whine you let out as your hips shoot forward.

The pair of you freeze, him still with a single finger across your slick folds, you holding your mouth with the hand you had just been jerking him off with.

All is silent. You can hear the whistle of someone's nose as they breathe, a few different pitches of snoring, and Namjoon's periodic sleep grunts. It seems like nobody heard, or at least nobody woke up from the noise.

After a few beats, Taehyung begins to move again, pulling your panties to one side rather than dragging them off you. He puts his other hand around the back of your neck and bend you down until your face is buried in his neck, his pulse jumping against your cheek.

He turns his head slightly so that he can whisper directly into your ear. "Do you want me to finger you first or are you ready for my cock now?"

Hearing your sweet, seemingly innocent Tae whisper that in your ear in the dead of night has you more desperate than ever. You mumble "just fuck me" into the side of his neck, and while he probably didn't hear you, you know he got the sentiment.

He lets go of the back of your neck so that you can straighten up, dragging your now-bare pussy against his cock, lubing it up even more. He stares intensely at the space where the head of his dick slips between your folds.

Slowly, you guide it to your entrance and try to push down. You know that he probably should've fingered you first, but your impatient excitement has you ignoring the searing stretch and pushing yourself down onto him.

The first few inches take a while, both of you sweating with the strain, but once you get the right angle, you slide down, almost bottoming out in one go.

His dick drags against the top of your walls, pushing onto your pubic bone from the inside, and you shudder, clenching around him. Tae's eyes are squeezed tightly shut, brow furrowed as he tries not to thrust up into you before you're ready.

In an effort to take more of him, and feel fuller than you already do, you rotate your hips around him, feeling him hit every spot inside you.

It takes a few moments of muffled groans and bitten lips to get you all the way down, and you feel his cock deeper than anyone's been before. The feeling intensifies when you bend your top half over to lean your elbows on either side of him for better leverage, sucking in an unsteady breath as he moves inside of you.

The muscles in your legs are jumping as you rest on your knees, and you nod at him once your body stops clenching around him so hard. He nods back, and starts to gently buck his hips, rutting into you.

You haven't had full-blown sex with anyone since joining the show, and the feeling of him inside you, the friction against your walls, and his heavy breaths in your ear are enough to get you close to orgasm in minutes. You're finding it harder and harder to keep quiet, and you know he is too with the tightness in his jaw.

Every time he thrusts up into you you clench around him reflexively, and he has to work harder to move at all around your vice-like grip. After a while, your legs start to tire from holding you up, and he struggles to get a steady rhythm from below you.

You shove the blanket off you and onto the floor, not caring if it lands on the carpet or on the body of the person closest to you, and Tae's arms cage you in to his chest, holding you steady as he lifts himself up, still deeply rooted inside you, and shifts you two until you're below him, head leaning back over the armrest.

With better leverage from above, Taehyung grips one of your ankles and lifts it up, pushing your knee into your chest. Your time doing ridiculous stunts on Running Man has surprisingly left you more flexible than you thought, and there's just a small pinch in your inner thigh when he holds your legs open for him.

You expect him to keep his slow, deep rutting from before, but when he looks down and sees you clenching around him, he swears softly under his breath and begins slamming recklessly into you.

Your hand flies up to your mouth to muffle the keening sound that leaves you, the delicious stretch and constant dragging against your upper wall too much to handle. Your ab muscles are going haywire and your back arches up wildly.

The pleasure he's striking inside you is too much by itself, especially as you find yourself hurtling towards an orgasm, and in your lust driven haze you don't even realise how loud each thrust is. With eyes rolling into the back of your hand, you use your free hand to rub frantic circles against your slick clit in the hopes of cumming as fast as you can, holding your breath as you focus intensely on that beautiful edge.

When you begin pleasuring yourself, you hear a whine, and it surprises you that Tae would make a noise so high-pitched, but you're too far gone to care. With one final thrust, you're thrown over the edge, and your legs latch around Tae's behind, ankles interlocking to hold him as close as you possibly can.

He groans deeply as your muscles squeeze him, and he struggles to move. You continue rubbing your clit, biting your other hand as you finally come down from your high.

Once you do, your legs ache from being overworked in such high bursts, and you finally relax enough to let Tae move again. You shudder one last time when he slips out, pussy still pulsing regularly, feeling emptier than ever.

All of your energy has been sapped, and you let your legs fall down uselessly, trying to catch your breath.

Tae has one hand propping himself up, and he reaches down with the other to chase his own end, the wet noise echoing in the silent room. With a few more pants, he lets out one slow breath, and you feel his cum fall onto the bottom of your stomach and the front of your panties, ruining them if they weren't already.

He collapses on top of you, probably smearing his cum into his shirt, but he doesn't seem to care. If any of the members were to wake up, turn the light on and see you there, you're sure you both would've looked atrocious. You, in a baggy t-shirt and soaked panties, still bunched up and exposing half of your pussy, and Tae, with a sweaty shirt and boxers around his ankles, exposing his ass to the open air.

The pair of you sit like that, heaving, for about half an hour. Once you finally get the energy to stand, you hear someone shuffle around on the floor, presumably getting comfortable in their sleep.

Taehyung gets up and pulls you up off the couch with him, using the light from his phone screen to make sure there are no wet patches or puddles of semen on the couch. Once he's satisfied, he leads you to the bathroom.

The bright light causes you to squint, and your legs are still shaky, but you grab a packet of wet wipes from in the vanity drawers, and wipe up as much wetness off of you as you can. You strip out of your underwear and shove them in the trash can, glad you had put on raggedy black cotton panties instead of any decent pair.

Still silent even though the other guys wouldn't hear you from there, the pair of you went back to your room so you could grab some fresh underwear, then Tae's so he could swap out his stained shirt.

Before he leaves to go back to the lounge, you wrap your fingers around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. He stares at you expectantly.

"Do we-" you break off and clear out your throat so it's not so unsteady, and try again. "Do we tell the others? Or keep this a secret?"

He sighs deeply, eyes wandering around the room as he considers. "We can be honest if they ask, but we don't have to tell them anything straight away." You nod slowly. He smiles down at you, then tugs his hand in a gesture to keep moving. "I had a lot of fun, but I know it's not fair to expect you to just be with one of us. We're all in this together."

Maybe if it wasn't almost four in the morning, you would've been able to process what it was he meant by that. But it was almost four in the morning, and he had just fucked your brains out while in a room full of sleeping people, so you just nodded again tiredly and let him lead you back to the couch.

The pair of you were asleep within minutes, leaving only one person still wide awake.

A/N: Here is the smutty sequel (yoongi x reader x hoseok) as promised :)