#also i noticed she lets her hair loose and wavy and dresses more casual around will as well - will graham lesbian protector??

[bloodaria]

We talked a lot about how to style Margot in that, uh, she as a victim of terrible terrible abuse would probably have some sort of armor like aesthetic to her wardrobe. So high collars, sharp shoulders [to show] that she is a in perpetual state of defense. - Su-zakana audio commentary

+ bonus:

Margot wearing loose, revealing clothes around Alana.

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibaledit #margot verger #alana bloom #murder wives #m* #also i noticed she lets her hair loose and wavy and dresses more casual around will as well - will graham lesbian protector??

[my-soul-sings]

This Is Everything I Never Wanted: Chapter 1

Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Everyone! Mainly Taehee VS. Yooha (but not TaeheexYooha) because I’m here for the drama and tea  👀☕️ 

Summary: An alternative account of events in which Taehee was the one who summoned Yooha from the scroll instead of MC.

A/N: I live for Taehee and Yooha's brawling in the game. This idea popped into my head last night and I went ham on it, enjoy this crack-fic, I hope it makes you smile/laugh. :)

Now up on AO3!

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It all started the day Biho came home with a scroll painting. Frankly, it looked weird. There was a man with long, silver hair on it, and Taehee didn’t like the weird aura coming from the scroll. Or maybe it was just the man’s face he didn’t like. Something about it pissed him off—probably that annoying, arrogant smirk on his face. 

But Taehee couldn’t object to Biho hanging it up on the wall in the living room, especially not when he looked so mesmerised by the picture of the sea in the background. The younger man had always been fascinated by the sea, so Taehee decided to leave it alone. MC also seemed to like it too, and if the house owner herself had no complaints, who was he to protest? 

On hindsight, he should have said something. Insisted on his way—something he rarely did and would probably be easily forgiven for.

At first, Taehee kept noticing the painting, unnerved by the feeling that the man’s eyes were following him, watching his every move. He swore it wasn’t his own imagination, and he felt goosebumps rise on his skin whenever he walked past it. He couldn’t ask Biho to put it in his own room though; the wall in their room already looked messy enough because of Hansol, who had a compulsive need to buy posters of his favourite musicians. 

With little options at his disposal, Taehee tried to brush it off. Ignore it, pretend it wasn’t there. 

It took a few days, but soon enough he practically forgot that the painting even existed, for the most part. And life went on, as per normal.

That is, until Cleaning Day.

It was his favourite day of the year, as excruciating as it could get at times. No matter how clear or detailed his instructions were, his housemates never seemed to understand how to clean properly. That, or they simply didn’t care, which Taehee didn’t understand. 

It was easy enough to be patient when it came to MC. After all, she was probably just tired. He could manage doing part of her share of the work.

But Biho and Hansol? Those two hardly ever performed up to par. Hansol would say that he had finished wiping the shelves, and Taehee would swipe a finger on the underside of the wood, and there would be a sheet of dust coating the pad of his finger.

Biho was no better. After making a towering stack of his books and simply leaving them in the corner of the room, he would find a place to sleep, even if it meant hiding under the bed to avoid Taehee’s attention. Or wrath. 

After a full three hours of back-breaking work that day, Taehee had neared his limit. The breaking point came when he just finished washing the toilets, and he arrived in the living room to the sight of all three of his housemates knocked out blissfully on the couch.

“You... haa...” He had no words. He was exhausted too, but the kitchen had yet to be touched. And yet the three of them were already resting as if they had accomplished a lot over the past three hours compared to him. 

In his mind, the list of chores still unfinished gnawed away at the remaining strands of his sanity. That wasn’t even including the things that he’d probably have to re-do, courtesy of his housemates’ terrible cleaning standards. 

The thought of the work left undone was enough to draw another long sigh from him as he deflated a little, a frown appearing on his face. Taking care of his house was a huge weight on his shoulders. In fact, it started getting a little too heavy for his shoulders to bear.

It took Taehee a hot minute to realise that the weight was no longer metaphorical.

“Ew. I’m finally out of the damn scroll after so long and the first thing I see is a guy’s sweaty back? What the hell?”

He heard a foreign voice in his ear. A man’s voice. And then he realised there were arms wrapped around him, as well as a pair of legs and unfamiliar shoes behind him.

Shoes. In the house. That he just mopped. Twice.

Taehee turned around, about to let loose a string of curses at whoever it was, when he realised just what exactly he was looking at. 

It was a man he didn’t know, dressed in some traditional cosplay, his curious grey eyes scanning the house around him. 

Instinctively he jumped back, confused and alarmed by the presence of a stranger whom he didn’t recall letting in. Where could he have come from? The doors had been locked and the windows were open but they certainly weren’t big enough for a man this size to crawl through easily.  

But wait... there was something familiar about him. Taehee couldn’t quite place his finger on it just yet, but he didn’t like the feeling of deja vu washing over him. Or the sense that this guy wasn’t just an ordinary man—if he was even human at all. 

“Hey.” Taehee’s attention snapped to the man who was now looking at him. He bristled, for some reason already disliking the guy and his narrow eyes. 

“Were you the one who summoned me?” the stranger questioned.

“What?” Taehee had to be dreaming. Or hallucinating. Or both. It was probably from being overworked, which he blamed his housemates wholeheartedly for (except for MC). 

"Do you not speak Korean?” the stranger prodded when Taehee went silent for a tad too long.

“O-Of course I do,” he replied, not sure why he felt the need to be polite with this intruder. 

Wait. He didn’t. 

“How did you get in the house? I can call the police on you, this is trespassing.” 

“You’re asking me?” the strange man sputtered, raising his hands. “You’re the one who summoned me! You called my name!” 

He could at least come up with a more reasonable-sounding excuse. Taehee didn’t know who he was, let alone his name, for goodness’ sake. 

“I didn’t call your name. I don’t know who the hell you are, but explain yourself. Who are you and how did you get in here? I’m not joking when I said I will call the police,” Taehee warned, holding up the used toilet brush in his hand as a makeshift weapon. Even if it didn’t do much physical damage it would at least disgust the guy enough to make him go far away.

“Hey, hey, I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding here. I, need you, to explain to me where the hell I am. What year is it anyway? You guys have some interesting clothes,” he said, his eyes trailing over to the three sleeping housemates. How they were sleeping through this was beyond Taehee, but he felt alarm bells go off in his head when he noticed the man’s gaze lingering on MC’s sleeping form.

Before he could attack with the toilet brush though, suddenly a blinding white light engulfed the man, and Taehee had to squeeze his eyes shit. 

When he opened them again, the light had vanished and the man now sported a shorter haircut, his silver wavy locks styled in a more modern way. His costume had also disappeared, now replaced by a blue silk shirt, a silver necklace hanging around his neck and a pair of long black slacks. Thankfully, the shoes were gone. 

“There. Much better.” He walked casually over to the television to check out his appearance reflected on the blank screen. “Not bad,” the narcissist muttered to himself.

“What did you just do?”

“Changed into something more appropriate. You sure your brain is alright?”

Taehee ignored the insult. “You still haven’t explained yourself properly.” 

“I told you. You summoned me here by calling my name.”

He was quite persistent with this ridiculous story. Deciding to play along in case he could get more information out of him, Taehee asked, “What’s your name?”

The stranger stared at him like he was stupid, but Taehee maintained his frown long enough that the intruder finally relented begrudgingly with a dragged-out sigh. “It’s Yooha.”

Yoo-ha. Yooha? Taehee didn’t know anyone by that weird name, much less said it out loud for no reason.

Unless...

“You... haa....” 

Could it be... it was all because of that resigned sigh that had escaped his lips when he stepped into the living room just now? 

The realisation struck Taehee like a bucket of ice cold water being poured no him. That counted? Seriously? 

“What’s your name?" Yooha asked. 

“Taehee,” he replied thoughtlessly, before biting down on his tongue. This was hardly the time for introductions. “Now tell me, what are you? Where did you come from?”

In response, Yooha gestured casually to the wall by the television. More specifically, the painting that Biho had bought the other day, except now it looked ostensibly different: 

The man in it was no longer there.

“I was trapped in that painting, but you called my name so I was finally released,” he explained, the nonchalance in his drawl grating on Taehee’s nerves. Was this a joke to him? 

But... the more Taehee thought about it, the more he realised there was no other way to make sense of this bizarre situation. Yooha’s explanation seemed to be the only logical one, even if impossible. Unless, of course, he was dreaming. But a quick pinch to his arm and the sting that followed indicated that he wasn’t, quite unfortunately.

There was a groan, and Taehee glanced in Yooha’s direction. “What.”

“It’s just...” he scratched his head, his face contorting with a perplexed expression. “I’m not happy about this... but since you’re the one who summoned me out of the scroll, I’m now bound to you as a servant.”

“Come again?” Taehee gawked, which earned him an exasperated sigh.

“Of all things, I had to be bound to a mere goblin...” he grumbled to himself. Then, raising his head, he gave Taehee a hard look. “You’re not very smart, are you?”

“I’m a doctor. And wait- are you by any chance... a seon-ho?”

“Finally saying something sensible, are we?” the man scoffed with an eye roll. Taehee had to purse his lips into a thin line to keep from making a sharp remark. There was no need to prove himself to this complete stranger who was now calling him his... servant? The hell?

“So what,” Taehee began, “I’m your... master now?”

“Ugh, it sucks when you say it out loud, but yes. That’s right.” Yooha plopped onto an empty chair, stretching his limbs and settling into a comfortable position. He sort of resembled a cat.

“And who are they?” Yooha jabbed a finger at the pile of sloths as well as MC on the couch, who were still asleep. 

“The people I live with,” Taehee replied, eyes narrowing at him. 

“Three guys and a girl? What’s up with that?” 

“None of your business.”

“Ooh. Master is feisty.” He paused, a devious smirk playing on his lips. “Is it because of the girl?” 

“Shut up,” Taehee snapped quite uncharacteristically. It had been less than fifteen minutes and already this guy was seriously wearing his patience thin. “And stop calling me ‘Master’. It’s gross.”

"Yeah, I will. I almost threw up after saying that.” 

A moment of silence passed, neither knowing what to say. This was a weird situation, to say the least, and Taehee wasn’t sure if he had fully processed it yet. A lot had happened today and he just wanted to take a nice, hot shower and go to bed. Screw dinner, he was too tired to cook. Maybe when he woke up, this would all go away, including this pesky nuisance, and everything would go back to normal. 

“So...” Yooha spoke up, unceremoniously interrupting Taehee’s attempt to comfort himself. “What now?”

Taehee shrugged, but before he could say anything, he heard a voice. 

“Taehee...” MC mumbled. Her sweet voice usually made his heart flutter, but right then, it made his entire body go rigid. 

“Who’s that?” 

#wannabe challenge #wannabe challenge fanfiction #wannabe challenge fanfic #kim taehee #yooha #kang biho #yoo hansol #my writing

[bubblyani]

Deeper Relations: 09

(Freddie Jackson x Reader)

A Freddie Jackson Multi Chapter Series

Chapter 09: The Reveal

Rating: Mature (18+)

Story Requested by: @97freaknik​

Summary: Being the youngest sister of Jackie and Maggie, you were quite young when Freddie Jackson went to prison. Upon his return, you cannot help but recall your innocent love you had for him back then. And surprised by your transformation into womanhood, Freddie cannot help but form a desire towards you. Will a dangerously seductive attraction grow between the two of you? What will be the consequences?

Author’s Note: Things are heating up. That’s all I’ll say. Enjoy!

Series Masterlist HERE

Sitting on the bathroom floor, you kept staring at it. The bitter truth you could not avoid. You blinked enough times, hoping to see this was all just a mere illusion. But it was not.

You were pregnant. You were with child.

Finally, you were aware of what emptiness tasted like. The whole world was at the near grips of crumbling down, where all forms of dreams and hopes were about to be crushed. This was never in your agenda to begin with. Pregnancy was never supposed to arrive at a time when you least expected it. You did not want it to be bad news. You wanted to look forward to it. Only at the right time. When you were properly married and ready. Not like this.

And with that cruel realization, your body started to panic. Your breathing quickened whilst your heart beat increased. What were you to do? Who could you confide this in? For the first time, you had never felt so alone.

Another horrible query dawned on you. Freddie. Oh god, what would Freddie say? How on earth could you even reveal this to him? Salty tears ran down your cheeks so quickly as your shoulders began to shake. Fully overwhelmed and afraid, you cried. But quietly.

A few minutes later, you were drained to the core. But at the same, your sanity returned to you. And that was when you knew,  the only way to make any further decision was to get professional advice.

And just like that, you retouched your makeup, and went to see a doctor.

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(Two days later)

Amusing how the previous Family Dinner was something you looked forward to, for this time you did not to the slightest. This emotional rollercoaster did not seem favorable to your health. You longed for some peace in the end of the day. But for the moment, social gatherings did not seem ideal for your state of mind.

You attempted your hardest to maintain the mood as last time, but the attempts seem moot. For all you were tempted to do was nothing. Fortunately, your mother decided to help you with the dinner preparations so all hope was not lost.

Yet you had to wear that enthusiastic smile, like a mask.

“Is Freddie not coming today, Jacks?” Maggie asked her sister casually at the dinner table. Whilst barely chewing the food, your eyes turned to them with attention. You noticed his absence from the start of the evening itself, yet the nervous thought of seeing him distracted you.

“He’s taking care of some stuff.” Jimmy answered, right before Jackie could even start. And given her look of embarrassment, it was evident she clearly did not know the reason for her own husband’s absence. Her recent behavior and the increasing usage of pills implied enough: she definitely was not happy with Freddie,  and neither was he.

The bell rang, making you get up in an instant.

“It must be the delivery…” You said, abruptly leaving the dinning room. Your mother had ordered some wine from the bar, only it came in last minute.

“Thanks, Jim. Goodnight” Waving to the deliveryman, you struggled with the two bottles and change money. Pushing the door slowly, you moved towards the living room table. With the two bottles safely on the coffee table, you put the change in the pocket of your jeans.

“You ought to be more careful closing the door”

A familiar voice tickled your ear, making you gasp as you turned back. Before you could even greet him, Freddie Jackson attacked you with a hungry kiss.

With lips still intact, you felt yourself being pulled into the bathroom nearby. Closing the door, his desperation was evident with his passionate kisses.

“Fuck! I missed you…” he breathed into your lips. Spinning you around, he held you against him, both facing the mirror over the sink top, as he began to grind. He held you tightly by the waist, rolling his hips against yours, making sure his manhood brushed over your buttocks. It was true. Ever since you found out of the big news, you had been avoiding Freddie for the last few days. Even when a rendezvous was planned, you skipped it with intention.

With your hands resting on the sink, you kept quiet. No matter how much pleasure you could be receiving right now, you did not have the heart to utter a single word. And truthfully, your face wasn’t helping either. Cold and concerned, it finally got through to Freddie. The moment he noticed it, he stopped.

“Babe, you alright?” Nervous, you barely looked at his reflection. With your lips pressed together, you barely answered. Concerned, he wrapped his hands around you, nestling his face on your neck as his voice grew soft.

“You being quiet is not normal, cupcake” he said, “Come on…what is it?” He purred, “How’s my girl feeling?” He said, in an attempt to calm you down.

Freddie Jackson’s way of calming you down was quite the opposite of what any other normal person would do. He knew sensual care would do the trick, the more you were cared for, you’ll be aroused but also honest. And that was what he strived for.  He kissed the most intimate areas of your neck. He unhooked your bra to relieve some tension of your body. His hands traveled under your shirt, digging under your loosened undergarment to allow his callused thumbs run over your breasts. Because that what you liked, and he knew it well. As much as your body managed to respond with goosebumps or erect nipples, your heart was not ready to disclose anything. How could you? Were you ready to spill the beans, just so you could see his look of disgust or disappointment, and have him leave you? Your eyes kept looking at the door nervously.

“Oh I know whats going”

When Freddie spoke, you stared at him bated breath. What could he possibly know? “You’re uncomfortable with everyone here, right?…” he said, “Worried we might get caught, yeah?” He added with a mischievous smile. Sighing softly, you gave a tight smile to cover up everything, yet no answer. But Freddie did not mind. Instead he was just impressed.

“Good girl, not even talking…commitment innit? ” he said, giving a light smack on your buttocks, “Alright…” he said, as he opened the door, “ I’ll catch you later…cupcake” he winked.

Closing the door with the lock, you quickly sat on the closed toilet. Close call, you thought. But you did not like it. Being so secretive with Freddie was not your intention. It made you sick. You loathed being disloyal to him. This was unavoidable. You had to tell him soon. Taking a deep breath, you decided to go for it.

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(Two days later)

The second hand on the clock was loud enough, you knew how quiet everything else was. Your hands were clasped together as you sat on the side of the bed, waiting. When Freddie decided on the next rendezvous, you did not hesitate to accept. You even arrived at the Rose Gardens Hotel much earlier than planned, finding enough time to gather your thoughts and courage to face him. Your flow of thinking suddenly made a halt when the door opened. Looking up you saw Freddie was standing there, watching you. Lust brimmed from him. Understandable, give his frustration of not being with you for a considerable number of days.

“Well well…look what we have here?” He purred “Someone’s early”.


You sat up, and you watched him, walking towards you. Smiling shyly was all you could do when he stood right in front you. Fingers resting on your head, he slowly undid your ponytail, pulling out your loose wavy hair, letting the fingers entangle around your locks.

Truthfully, you missed his touch. to be honest. But the stress you underwent overpowered you. Taking your hand, he pulled you up to stand.

“Now that’s a pretty dress you’re wearing, Cupcake…” 
 He muttered. His eyes washed over your short white dress with black polkadots. With the buttons in the front and the length reaching only up to the end of your buttocks, it was quite a ravishing sight for him. You felt his hands move from your shoulders down your back, finally resting on your posterior, cupping the buttocks tight. He groaned, closing his eyes to savor it. His lips grew closer to yours in the process. Except for the first time ever, you pushed him away. “Freddie…I…” you paused, “I need to talk to you” Confused, he nodded, “Yeah sure…” Holding his hand, you pulled him over to sit next to you on the bed. You had to do this. For it was vital. “What’s the matter, babe?” Freddie  asked. You exhaled deeply. You really could not believe you were finally about to reveal this. “Do you love me?” You asked. It made him raise his eyebrows. “What?” “It’s a simple question Freddie…” you chuckled, “Do you love me?” “Of course I do, babe” He said without any hesitation “I love you…” “Do you love me regardless of whatever might happen?” You asked, as nerves built up even more. “Yeah I do” “Cause if you don’t, then I understand…it’s perfectly fine-” “Babe, what the bloody hell is going on-” “I’m pregnant” And finally, Freddie quietened.

You said it. You said it at last. Speechless. He was speechless. Regardless of what he might say, you told yourself you could handle it. If not happy, you could always get rid of it. You were early enough to do so anyways. But the fact he did not respond yet, it killed you.

“You’re sure?” He finally spoke in a low voice, still surprised.
 “Yeah…the doctor confirmed it” You replied softly. You watched him slowly nod. Only you blinked twice to see a soft smile emerging from him. “Fuckin’ hell…” his lips curling up into a smile, “This is wonderful” Your eyes widened. “Really?” “It’s bloody brilliant” He said joyfully, voice filled with emotion. He said it as if he just heard the best news ever, “Y/N…” he said, clapping his hands, “We’re gonna have a fuckin’ baby” This all felt unbelievable, even when he pulled you into an embrace. He held you so tight, you felt his heartbeat, “Oh this is just great news…I’m so happy” he continued, “Oh! imagine how bloody adorable our baby’s gonna be?” He said as he looked at you. “Our baby?” You asked, surprised. Freddie nodded, putting one hand over your belly. “Yes, Our baby…” That afternoon, there was no sex. But it was certainly better. You were relieved beyond all measure. Laying together in bed, you stayed in his loving arms, enjoying his warm forehead kisses.  Safe, you felt safe once again. But like clockwork, a dark cloud came over your sense of happiness, making you sit up with concern. “But…” you began, “...this doesn’t make things easy for us, you know?” “What do you mean?”  Freddie asked, sitting up. You sighed. “What we have, this relationship…no one knows about it. It’s a Secret” You continued, “You’re married. And worst of all, you’re married to my sister-” “Who I don’t fuckin love anymore” he insisted, in hopes to make you feel better. “Still…it’s not easy” you said worriedly, “I’m scared Freddie” “Hey Hey…” pulling you to another embrace, he comforted you, “I’ll be here. I promise you that” he murmured ,stroking your head, “Freddie will figure something out.” Cupping your face, his gaze held you so sharply, “All I want you to remember is that…I love you, Y/N” Your eyes welled up with tears. It couldn’t be helped. You were moved to the point your lips quivered. The assurance was certainly comforting.

“I love you too” 


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(4 days later)

Freddie Jackson was indeed a piece of work. As promised, he actually figured it out. Part of it at least. Amidst the sounds of the cutlery, plates and conversation in the Family Dinner the following week, you cleared your throat. 

“Everyone…I uh…have an announcement to make…” You said. Suddenly all grew quiet. Unaware of what you were about to say, most of them looked positively uninterested.

“Um…I decided to move out” Finally, uninteresting was not the case anymore. Eyes were widened, they indicated surprise. All except Freddie’s.

“What? You’re moving out?” Lena asked. To which you nodded.
 “Yeah...me and a few mates decided to move together…” you said. “Why?” 
 “Because It’s easier for me that way. With university and everything. Besides, I’m not a kid anymore” You lied, you lied outright with no shame. But you were right about one thing: you were not a kid anymore. You were a responsible adult. A responsible adult moving out to hide one’s pregnancy. Awkward silence filled the room. “So…Who’s going to live there?” Maggie began to speak. You shrugged your shoulders.   “Oh..just me and a few girls …” you replied.   Lies. It was just going to be you. “Did you all already find a place?” “Yes Jimmy, one of the girls already found a place” More lies. It was Freddie who managed to find the place to his surprising convenience. Perhaps it was the manner you announced it, perhaps it was the volume of your voice. But nevertheless, everyone did nothing but merely nod in acknowledgement. It seemed that you moving out was never expected.

“I know this is all very sudden but…” you said, “I think it’s the right decision”

Silence only meant agreement here. And finally, you were free. Truthfully you did not care for what the others thought of this. Just announcing this and making it known was enough for you. Accidentally catching Freddie’s eye, you watched him wink at you. Responding with a soft smile, you exhaled deeply. Grateful you were indeed for him, finding a place like that. Far away from the family, it was just the perfect place for both of you to get away from all this. Relief washing over oneself, you recovered your appetite instantly.

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(4 days later)

“A pint of Lager for you, Y/N?” JImmy’s enthusiastic voice woke you from your pondering. Chuckling nervously, you shook your head.   “No thanks, Jimmy” you said shyly,  “Long night tonight…” “Alright…then I’ll get you a coke” with no judgment, he rushed over to the fetch the drinks. “Thanks” You said, sighing with relief. You were more than surprised when both Maggie and Jackie asked you to join them and their significant others for drinks one evening. If only this could have happened before nature prohibited you to drink cause of your unborn child. But that was only for you to know. Being quiet at the bar was usually not your style. But that was your mode tonight. Not because you disliked the company, you were just fatigued. Whilst sipping your coke, you carefully observed the two couples interacting. The energies exuded from the two groups felt polar opposite. Warmth, that was your impression of Maggie and Jimmy. Rife with positive energy, pure and wholesome, they smiled with every inch of their bodies, they talked with passion, they had dreams and it showed in their eyes. On the contrary, you could sense nothing but Chill from Jackie and Freddie. Distant, inattentive, they were the symbol of two individuals who have given up on love, given up on trying to fight for one another. The thought of a life for yourself made you concerned. Looking at Freddie, all you hoped for was a life where nothing close that even could crawl over. You would never give up on him. You just hoped he would not give up on you as well. Suddenly, nature called. “Excuse me...Off to the loo” You said, getting up with a smile. “Oh...I’ll join you” Maggie suddenly said. “Me too...” So did Jackie. Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “Alright...” you muttered, as they eagerly followed you to the restroom. Something seemed strange and you certainly did not seem right. As soon as Jackie locked the restroom door, you knew your intuition was accurate. Standing next to each other, the sisters faced you as if a fight was to take place. “Alright Y/N...” Maggie began, to you surprisingly chuckled. “I knew you two didn’t have to tinkle” you said, pointing at them. Jackie scoffed, folding her arms.   “Of course…”she said,  “We were trying to get you alone”. Her face growing even more serious, Maggie’s eyes did not blink. “What’s going on?” She asked. “What do you mean?” You asked back, before anyone could answer you changed your mind, “Nothing!” You added. “I found a pregnancy test in your room” Maggie said. You quietened. Feeling sentimental by the discovery, you decided to keep the test stick in your cupboard. So anyone snooping in your room would obviously find it. Yet, you were shocked. Could she be knowing more? “Why...why would you even go there??” You snapped in anger. “Does that really matter,Y/N?” Jackie said, raising her eyebrows. Coming closer to you, Maggie held your hand. “Y/N...” she began, “Are you pregnant?” Looking at her, you knew you had to be mature. Handling this with little damage was key. You took a deep breath, before nodding reluctantly. They knew, but the fact you finally admitted just made it all seem very real. And they seemed to have difficulty accepting it. Their reactions may not have been loud, but they were affected. “Who’s the father?” Jackie asked a few seconds later. She gasped, “Is it Marcus?” “I...rather not say” You replied nervously. Truthfully she would be the last person you would disclose the truth. As their reactions were silent and lengthy, you grew desperate. What were they thinking about? “Please...” Clasping your hands together, you begged,“...don’t make a big deal about this...” You continued with desperation, “the father knows and we decided to keep it” You added, “so it’s all good. It’s actually...one of the main reasons I’m moving out” you finally admitted quietly. Attempting to process the news, the sisters kept their composure. “I never imagined you having a baby so soon” Maggie said. You could not agree more. “This is so sudden” Jackie added, worried for you. “Yeah ...“ you added, “…but I’m actually excited” You said with an involuntary smile. The change in your tone, the hope that glinted in your eyes, they were finally convinced. Along with that came relief. “Awww Y/N...” You were surprised when they both hugged you tightly. Hugging them back, you felt even more relieved. It was true, to have the baby of someone you truly loved, was indeed a blessing for you. “But please don’t tell Mum yet. I’ll let her know in the right time” Your voice was muffled in the midst of their embrace, “Promise Me! Promise!”  Pulling away, you begged, looking at both of them. “Don’t worry love, we will be here for you” Jackie surprised you with that comforting phrase. With a pat on the shoulder, she left. Maggie however, walked with you. “Whatever you do..”she said “…don’t let this ruin your life...your education”. You could sense she had high hopes for you. And you adored her more for that. You smiled. “I won’t....”

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As you stirred awake, you turned to the side, sleepily hugging the pillow closer to your body. The fatigue seemed to have lasted throughout the entire night, waking up was difficult. And now you were as exhausted as someone with a horrible hangover. And you did not even touch a drop of alcohol. Reliving the memory of last night, you suddenly found yourself smiling. For there was one moment that you did not want to forget.

The moment you felt nauseous out of the blue. Amidst the loud and entertaining conversations, you needed to throw up fast. Stumbling after excusing yourself, you remembered how you ended up in the back exit instead of the restroom, throwing up on the side. Bile was all that you could taste of yourself as you kept gagging. Throwing up at a bar, nothing suspicious nor outrageous. Yet it could have been comforting to have someone by your side throughout the ordeal. Someone to hold your hair, and calm you down. And the last thing you preferred to do was to burden your sisters again after the last reveal.

As if your prayers were heard, you felt your hair being pulled back. You felt a warm hand rest on your back. Only to find it was Freddie.

Wiping your mouth with one hand, you slowly stood up straight. Your face turned red with embarrassment as he paid close attention to you. “And so… begins the madness”

You said shyly chuckling. He did not laugh, only reached his hand out to place it on your non-existent baby tummy. As much as you liked it, you reluctantly pushed it away, worried someone might see.

“How did you even come h-”

Shushed, you were shushed when he proceeded to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Warmth trickled down your head. Quickly absorbed in to the skin, you felt replenished , you felt cleansed, you felt cared for. Yo felt loved. Amidst all this, he just wanted to make you feel better. 

“Don’t forget that I’m here, babe” he breathed, cupping your face.

Breathing in deeply, you realized he has not smoked today. Only the whiff of his intoxicating cologne had reached your nostrils. Heart beat suddenly increased when your eyes caught his lips moving closer to yours.

“No..I just threw up…” you shyly looked down, as insecurity took over. To which he just chuckled. “Don’t… fucking… care” he said, kissing you softly on the lips. You were always blessed by his lips. And now it really felt like the touch of an angel. Humming, he seemed pleased. “Mmm…I fuckin love your lips” he purred. Pushing him away, you chuckled.

“Stop! someone will see…go inside! will you”

Smiling even though you were half awake, you remembered how he flashed his signature grin before walking back into the bar. You remembered the physical relief you experienced , and was aware of the challenges pregnancy will bring you. 


Regardless, it really was a moment worth remembering. Cuddling the pillow tighter, you thanked the gods for letting Freddie be there by your side to face all obstacles. You were ready for anything. Simply anything.

A thundering knock on the door made fully woke you from your dream state. The knocking was aggressive and desperate. And it did not cease. Concerned, you jumped out of the bed to open.

Only to find it was Maggie.

But you could not sigh in relief, especially when you saw her face. Gaunt and traumatized, her lips remained tightly pressed. Before you open your mouth, she quickly entered the room to lock it tight.

Another obstacle, you thought. But you were ready, you thought.

“Maggie? ” you began, fixing your messy hair, “Are you okay?”

She did not answer. Instead she merely took a few deep breaths. As if trying to gather her thoughts which were scattered everywhere. A few seconds later, she turned to your direction. And it frightened you.

“I’m your sister…right?” she asked. You nodded silently.

“And I think…” taking another breath, she continued heavily, “as your sister…I deserve to know the truth. The truth of what’s really going on…”

Her voice, it was grave. It was low. Speechless, you were on an internal debate on how to proceed.The truth of what? Which lie? You did not know.

“From this minute on…” she said, as her voice broke, “I want to tell me the honest truth. Only the truth, Y/N…”

Impatient, you only grew more frustrated. “Maggie, What tru-”

“Is Freddie…” Maggie paused. With wide eyes and a heart filled with worry, she took a deep breath to finally finish her desperate inquiry

“…is Freddie the father??”

Completely frozen, you suddenly regretted being brave. You wished for a do over, so you could erase all that had happened. For you just did not want to face the consequences.

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|FAMILY TIES| M| MAFIA AU| 3.5

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FT- JOON/HOSEOK/JIN (MORE SO JOON THOUGH) 

***NOT DOUBLE CHECKED AS OF 6/25...I NEED A BREAK FROM THIS LOL! But I know you guys want it so I’ll spell check the full 12k tomorrow..it was checked in portions though!****

This chapter of “Family Ties”  which I’ve labeled as chapter 3.5, can be read as a stand alone and there won’t really be any confusion. BUT it’s necessary for part 4, as the majority of that chapter takes place in Shanghai, there was some backstory that needed to be unwrapped prior to them heading to China. So I thought it would be better to do it as a little excerpt...

WARNINGS: LORDT, semi public sex, slight cum and spit play, very very very light daddy kink, light dom Tae, ugh I guess alochol play...I mean he poors Vodka down her body so yeah...oral (F recieving) Sex ontop of a marble bartop, dirty talk...non protective sex….OH light drug use (Weed) Alochol ..lanuguage...I mean it’s a mafia fic sooo…

12K ...Dialog/storyline heavy as per usual

11:30 AM Downtown LA (About 3 months prior to chapter 1 ) 

ONE SHOT SUMMARY: Just a “normal” monthly recap with Henry, who runs one of there bigger distribution warehouses in China. Well,maybe the meeting will be normal depends on if he’s keeping shit together or not!  I’ll give you a hint...he’s not (This dose tie into chapter 4, as it’s the same warehouse! ) 

Once their done with “that”, Taehyung impromptuly decides it’s been a little too long since he’s had Luxx to himself so they Jet off (literally) to Veagas for the rest of the day. 

-If your new to this, the only thing you may wanna know is Luxx or Luxxy is (Y/N’s nickname, the same way V is Taehyungs) 

-The actually seres itself is centered in Boston so both of them have accents.

Lastly at the time this is a somewhat dysfuctional fuck buddy/business partner situation, that was still in it’s very early stages. The actual series is set around an alliance between four families..so Luxx and Tae, are the children of two very power bomb bosses within the same alliance. That also run multiple multi million dollar “Facade” companies as well.( I.E..business that can explain their wealth, now weather the monies actually dirty or clean..is none of the government's business) 

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The restaurant was dimly lit, aesthetically pleasing would be an understatement, The white Parisian designed ceiling tiles, against the black accent walls. All of the gold infused marble detailing that danced along the bar, the drop down candle lit lanterns...every over the top element you could think of this place had it. But to be fair the “WOW” factor kinda wore off after the 3rd visit now it’s just.. “Oh this place has really good pasta and seafood!” 

Killing time as you scrolled through your phone, skimming through your DM’S on Instagram, finding yourself rolling your eyes at the majority of them. The scent of “Armani Code Profumo” danced through your nose as Taehyung took a seat to your right. His black Barocco silk Versace shirt was anything but subtle as it caught your peripheral. The shirt itself sat extremely low, clearly he wanted the world to know he’s been hitting the gym with Mazda. The strong muscle definition that was forming along his chest, radiating off his warm caramel complexion. A couple thin gold chains layered down his chest, one of them had a V in the middle which could stand for Versace..or “V”.

 Thick, dark, wavy locks sat loosely tousled, along his head, this was the longest it’s been in a while to be honest you prefer it this way. Gave you more to tug on when his face is smothered between your thighs, a couple strands fucked behind his ears showcasing two modest diamond studs.

Hand coming down to rest casually on your bare thigh, not even bothering to say one word, as this is the first time you've seen him since arriving at brunch. The two of you drove here separately as you had a nail appointment prior. Not even sparing him a glance since he didn't have the nerve to speak.

 “Ah Mr. Khan, I’m so sorry I didn't notice you arrived can I get you something to drink?” The waitress sounds slightly out of breath you wouldn’t be surprised if she literally ran over once she noticed him. 

Khan, Taehyung-Khan-Kim, Taehyung Kim, Taehyung Khan, Kim Taehyung, V...they were all the same person, and they all held the same amount of power. Just depends on the atmosphere and more importantly the relationship. Or in some cases the light he wanted to be seen in, businessman by day, Mob underboss by night.... All of you had hyphenated last names..to the public typically his last name was Khan, on the black market it’s Kim or “V”.

It was clear he got the same gist, as he silently observed her body language the arrogance that laid within the chuckle that rumbled through his chest said it all. Licking his lips slowly, head cocked slightly to the side and he gazed up at the women in front of him. "Your fine love relax, I just got here, but yes can I get a bottle of Charbay Release III? Oh and about 4 more glasses” 

Smiling back in her direction as you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes at the way he was just toying her around his little finger. Taehyung was well aware of the affect his voice had on people, and knew how to manipulate his tenor depending on the audience. At the moment it was currently up for debabte if he said “I want whiskey and 4 glases or if he said, let me bend you over this table and fuck you” 

By the look on her face, it seemed like he said the 2nd option, her cheeks turning a very vibrate shade of red. The poor girl looked like she was a second away from passing out before she turned away. “Yes sir, I’ll get that right away..” A quick smile leaving her lips before she scurred over to the bar, stopping herself dead in her tracks once she realized she hadn’t addressed you as well. 

“Luxx? Are you still doing okay? Would you like another Ciroc X on the rocks?” Regardless of the fact that she was a second away from jizzing her pants..her customer service skills did not falter between the two. She was just as attentive to you as she was Taehyung which you deeply appreciated. 

Slowly lowering your phone from your face to greet her with a quick smile before responding “No, babe I’m good, I’m actually gonna babysit this, I havent really eaten’ much today. Thank you though…” Fluttering your lashes in Taehyung's direction as she walked off, his thumb moving in slow circles along your thigh, before allowing his entire palm to join in. Hating the fact that you could feel the goosebumps raising along your skin and it wasn’t because you were cold, it was solely due to the man to your right. 

“Oh your fine love…” Mocking his overly flirtatious delivery with a roll of the eyes, bringing your attention back to your phone.

“What was that? Is someone a little jealous..don’t I tell you your fine enough as it is?” OH now he speaks!? Tone blanently teasing as he nuzzled his nose behind your ear, taking in your scent briefly. Toying the skinny white gold hop in your ear around his teeth, tugging lightly, just the way you like it. Forcing yourself to put on your best poker face as he pulled back from you swiftly, you could feel the smirk on his face without even looking at him.

Another scoff left your lips as you sip your drink “Yeah you wish….” 

“You look really sexy by the way….” Eyes taking you in and undressing you all at the same time , you weren't wearing anything super dramatic. Just a short, black long sleeved silk dress that draped open slightly in the front..exposing a not so modest diamond body chain the hung perfectly between your breasts. Hair pin straight parted down the middle purposely tucked behind your ears while the rest draped down your back. The rich shine of your hair rivaling the silk on his shirt and it should. As much as you pay to keep it looking like this because lord knows you don’t do it yourself.! 

“Yeah I know,” Your snapback was almost instinctual at this point you didn't even process the words before they left your lips, as you tossed the straid of hair off your shoulder. Earning a snort in response, an almost menacing smirk tugged on the corner of your lips at the way his eyes were shamlessly fucking you as we speak. The pads of his fingers continuously moved inward, massagings your inner thigh against his palm.

“Such a fuckin brat….”There was always the perfect combination of frustraion and arousal laced along his tongue whenever he called you that...always… 

Before you even had time to response the waitress was bringing the bottle and Mazda was bringing the Henry. I guess his flight from China finally landed, you swore this motherfucker looked like he barley skimmed past customs or something from the look on his face. Already ready to shit 3 bricks and you havent even spoken to him yet. 

“Well, this looks promising” you whispered out low against the side of his neck, sarcasm oozing from your lips earning a chuckle, while he dug his nails into your inner thigh.

“Shhhh….”

“Henrryyy!!!” The two of you yelled out in unison..sliding out of your seat to greet him as he made his way closer to your table. Giving him a warm welcome hugs and all,exchanging the norms “How are you? How as the flight” blah blah blah. 

Taehyung instructed Namjoon and Mazda to head over to the bar, grab a drink get some food, just chill out while the three of you had your little meeting. 

You noticed a leather backpack handing off his shoulder which he placed in the empty seat to his right as he set parallel to Taehyung and yourself. The backpack was Louis Vuittion which was actually surprising, he was paid well but lived VERY modest. A minimalist if you will, never really one to splurge, it was rare you say him in name brands of that caliber. The waitress waiting patiently for him to get settled before asking what he’d like to drink.

“Oh ugh, can I just get-Ummm..” The tremble in his voice was saying more than anything even the waitress noticed he seemed utterly terrified. 

“Don't get shy all of a sudden, you can get whatever you want Henry you know that, hell I mean you deserve it right? You've been down there busting your ass for us for what Tae? Three years now?”

Head cocked to the side slightly as you await his response sipping down the rest of his drink before humming out . “Hell yeah. I mean honestly we don’t know what we’d do without you, out of all of our warehouses revenue wise, your sitting at the top of the boards right now man! “ 

Switching has gaze seamlessly from Henry to the waitress, shooting her his award winning boxy smile “Can you please just bring us a bottle of your best...do you prefer dark or-”

“Whiskey!..umm any type of whiskey please and thank you.” Smiling faintly in her direction before she scurried off to grab another bottle. 

You watched him reach into his bag to grab out 3 folders..they were his monthly reports from the past 4 months..he made triplicate copies one for each of you.

“Always the professional” Smiling back at him fondly as your eyes dusted over the well put together package in front of you.

“How about we look over the menu first and place our orders, then we can dive into the good shit.Yeah?” Eyes glancing over to Henry’s and yourself who both seemed to nod with zero hesitation, you both knew Henry was probably starving. 

“I don't know what I even have a taste for…” The words left your lips sing song like and smirk appeared on Tae’s as he moved a little closer. Bringing his voice barely above a whisper...

“I know what I want..buttt it’s not on the menu…” You couldnt help but snort out a lugh it was cheesy as fuck but even wth that you still found it extremlly sexy. His voice alone worked wonders, it also didn't help that his hand was still positioned dangerously close to your bikini line! A row of extremely thin white gold bands dancing along almost every finger, as the metal brushed against your flesh. 

“Down boy…” Patting his thigh slightly, swiftly bringing his opposite hand down to meet yours, placing it in his lap. Making you take a quick squeeze at this dick through his black jeans which were extremely tight by the way. The way this man's thighs were set up you really didin’t understand how they even fit on his damn body!

“Oh no he’s definitely not down right now…” He didn't even care to whisper that part and the fact that it slipped out his mouth a full volume with zero context sent you 100%! 

This time the cackle that left your lips wasn;t even close to subtle causing Henry to shoot up glancing over in confusion. You found yourself laughing until tears were threatening the corners of your eyes. 

“You good Luxxy? Jet lag kicking in orrrr…” Taehyung asked faking a plea of innocence as he glanced over at Henry.

The light playful energy the two of you raitated started to calm him down, maybe he really was just over analyzing everything. Hell you typically had monthly and or quarterly meetings so why was he so nervous about this one!? 

The waitress came back to take your food orders, you three joked, laughed, had a couple drinks ...split 3 appetizers amongst yourselves. Once the entrees came to the table  it was time to get down to business…

“Sooo, as Tae said earlier, your numbers are looking really good, were very impressed! I feel like we may owe you a raise or a new car or something…” A slight smirk danced along your lips before wrapping your lips around the piece of bourbon shrimp that sat on top of your fork. 

You watched Henry almost choke on his piece of stake once you said that..a smile tugging on his cheeks, bowing his head as a way to say thank you.

“Yeah and the staff..everyone still doing good? Everyone still pretty lowkey? Happy? Showing up on time, the full nine?” 

This time the questions came from Taehyung as he stuck his fork in a piece of lobster, eyes glancing in Henry's direction.

“Yes, everyones great honestly you put me with a great group of people, no one complains, they work hard every day...you guys pay me well. I have no complaints...I’m very grateful! And I’m glad that I’m delivering on my end as well!”

The two of you hummed out in unison ...exchanging a slight smile, Tae observing the way you were eyeing his asparagus, sticking his fork in it before placing it in your mouth.

“And we're really grateful for you too, all of you, actually so much so that we personally sent out checks and little memos to the employees just as a thank you! When was it like a month or so ago Luxx?”  Brow arched at the implied question while you took another sip of your vodka to wash down your food.

You observed Henry damn near choke on his piece of Broccoli once you said that,suddenly he finally became very aware of the fact that the entire restaurant was completely reserved. There was literally no one in it but, a couple cooks, the waitress, and  the people he worked for. 

“Yeah, and the memo on the payment said that the check was equivalent to there normal weekly pay just as a..bonus if you will. And as you mentioned...everyones just so, sweet and honest that I actually a couple calls...”

You swore you could damn near see the beads of sweat dripping down his ace at this point as he sat in silence waiting for you to finish talking.

“Oh yeah! That’s right, damn,I almost forgot about that….” Taehyung and yourself deserved an Oscar the way you two were playing this out as casual as can be! 

“And what was interesting about the calls, is people were saying we paid them too much. Which for one I’d never call and tell anyone that , I mean hey your fuck up not mine but again like we discussed there all better humans than I’ll ever be. And can you hand me the salt Luxxy?” 

What made the situation even more nauseating was that there wasn’t a shift between the two of you, neither were yelling, nor did you seem upset. Even though he knew you were yet you still carried on eating your dinner and nonchalantly just conversing back and forth as if your talking about the NFL draft or something. 

“Right, so then that had us doing some research we looked into what was coming out of the bank, the paystubs, the amounts that the reports show they should be making, overtime..blah blah blah. And then we had them send us their pay stubs for the past 3 and a half months…” 

You paused slight, for no other reason but to be a dick and make him almost shit his pants …”Apparently, we told them we started taking out what would be equivalent to the taxes owed in the US?” Brow quirked in his direction eyes daring him try and say otherwise, actually daring him to speak in general. 

“I ugh…” He stammered and wasn’t getting to far 

“Shhhh..noo ,stop don’t do that, don’t talk it doesn't work out well for you just eat, eat..and listen..”  shushing him in an alarmingly calm tone of voice , gesturing to the food on his plate that he instantly deserted once you started talking. 

“That stamanet alone just mind fucks me if im honest…”Taking out the American equivalent” while in China!? “ Taehyung's tone elevated slightly and even though the way he ended the statement, it  could be taken as a question Henry knew better. 

”Now for one, every states different so which state did you choose? And second if your taking out taxes were exactly are they going? Because this is starting to sound very Wesley Snipes to me and I’m not down...I’m not really in the mood for jail time.“ 

“No, Tae, I was just trying to-”

“To what!? Huh?Fuck me? Because if that’s the case you should probably lean over and kiss me too because I prefer to be kissed when I’m getting fucked!” 

It took every fiber in your body to not laugh at that, the look on Henry's face didn't help either. “Joonie…” Barley raising your, as the restaurant was  pretty much empty. Cocking his head slightly brow ached waiting for you to continue.

“Can you bring me that folder please?” Namjoon reached into his own leather backpack to bring out your own triplicate copy of what the past four months REALLY look like. Upon placing them on the table you took it upon yourself to deliberately throw Henry’s on the floor.

Leaning forward to rest your chin on your palm while Taehyung shuffled through the reports, eyes zoning in on the last page. ‘’So it seems, the employees were shorted between 100-200$ a paycheck yeah? The average was around $125, and that lasted for 3 months.”

Running through the list quickly as if he was checking off mental bullet points as he spoke.”There's 10 people in the shop...and in those 3 months what we've received as a whole hasn’t increased. Henry your a smart dude so I'm sure you can tell where our concern is coming from yeah?”

The two of you observed the way he fiddled with the papers is brain trying to think of something...ANYTHING. Fingers shaking as he turned the pages, eventually landing on the page that Taehyung was referring too. 

“So…” Pausing to clear his throat “W-what do you guys want…” His tenor wavered like a leaf in the wind struggling to make eye contact.

“Really? That’s how you wanna start this off? That sounds real fuckin’ remoresful Henry!” If you didn't know any better you’d think you could actually feel your blood boiling, “ This was wayyy more than a little fucked up,l for one I’d like you to tell me when you started paying yourself cash. As far as I understood you were the ONLY one who was paid salary and  E-deposit…”

“I, had some financial issues, debt wise, and I was worried because of collections so,  I just thought it would be easier to-”

Unlikely, HIGHLY unlikely...like I said the man lived modest..if he owned someone, or was in debt in anyway it wasn;t through a collections company. But you didn't have it in you to argue that point right now!

“Okay, so if that's the cause you couldn't just call and run that by one of us first? That thought never crossed your mind? More importantly the fact that you actually had the balls, to steal from us,we pay you well we paid your fucking aprtment off and Teahyung fucking bailed out outta shit’s creak and THIS IS-” Your tone elevating slightly, the grit becoming stronger and your accent getting thicker by the syloboll.

“Stop..” Taehyung on the other hand sounds years calmer than you ever could, which was terrifying.  “Not here, not like this…”  It was clear you were getting more than frustrated as your thigh started to tremble under the table. Taehyung's grip tightening as an attempt to ease you “Shhh” He cooed out low against the side of your neck, tone adjusting to as if it was just the two of you in the room.

“I just don't-” The arch in his brow cut you off instantly. 

“What did I just say? Not.Now.”  It’s insane how tranquil he sounds yet his delivery held so much dominance, enough to make you actually shut up and listen. Letting a deep slow exhale leave your body as your eyes flutter anywhere but in Henry’s direction because to be fair you were ready to stick that stak knife dead in his neck!

“If I’m being honest, I’m really tempted to just take you to the back and blow your fuckin head off…..” Henry swallowed so deep you could literally hear it, there was something extremely creepy about Taehyung’s calm presitation.To be fair Henry would have preferred he scream and yell, this on the other hand was borderline haunting. 

“But a dead body does me no good at the moment, soooo, here’s a temporary solution, Hoseok and Jin are on there way here...there about meh, an hour out. They're going back to China with you, and you have 48 hours to make this amount..” 

Bringing his hand over to the highlighted number at the bottom of Henry's packet which read $16,750,89. “Re-appear, let’s not forget you weren't always Henry Choi, and if you thought life was hard before you became him…” 

Dropping his head slightly making sure he had Henry’s undevided attention “Then trust me when I say, if you fuck this up even more than it already is, you’ll really fucking wish you never met me. Arasso?

Taehyungs tone never wavered but the base this man had, the power that radiated off of his body was something you'd have to see to believe. People tend to underestimate him, he’s young,pretty, still has a baby face goes to brunch in a $1200 silk shirt! But you never ever wanna forget who Kim Taehyung really is at the end of the day, because he'll show you with zero hesitation..

Clearing his throat while readjusting his glasses on his face “Yes, I understand…May I ugh, go to the restroom” 

Not even responding just flagging his hand in the general direction of the bathroom...and Henry took that as his approval.  Taehyung waited a good 30 or so seconds before he also got up, not even heading in the direction of the bathroom, instead...the kitchen.. Which was surprisingly empty…

“Fuck, I thought I tought you better than this man, I’m a way better shot than you, I don’t miss, even with my eyes closed so if your smart you won’t make me aim.” 

Within seconds he heard shuffling around the corner, Henry tentatively making his presence known. 

“What do you want!? I know you, your not just gonna let this go…” His voice was hiccuping at a tone in his throat that almost sounds as if he was a second away from throwing up! 

“I want...you..to tell me who your doing this for, I know you, your not this fuckin stupid, you wouldnt risk this for 16K. So what the fucks really going on Lau!?” Stepping over in his general direction,  the calm Kim Tahyung was long gone because now he was hurt.

“I-”

“WHO!?” It was a simple word a simple question yet one word held so much emotion the amount of grit that laid within his voice was unreal.Stepping even closer now not even centimeters away from Henry as he sat trapped between Taehyung and a wall. 

“I said fucking WHO!? Who fuck has so much power of you, that your willng to fuck me, ME of all fucking people over Henry WHO!?”  Grabbing him by the collar of his button up, slamming his back against the wall with so much force Henry couldn't even help the way his eyes teared up from the impact. 

“Tae, I swear it’s not-” The name alone caused Taehyung's entire body to stiffel, releasing his hold. Dropping him back against the wall pulling his hands from him in a manner that resembled throwing away trash. With the lightest flick of the wrist, not even worth putting anymore energy behind it  , jaw clenched painfully tight, he wanted it to hurt.

“Don’t, fuck you man, we don’t have that type of relationship anyhmore, I’m V not Tae,not even Taehyung. It’s V,  just like I am to any other casual mother fucker on the street that I could give less that a fuck about. And since that’s where we are, please don't doubt that if that money isn't in Hoseok's hands in 48 hours I won't hesitate to treat you just like some random motherfucker on the street.” 

“Just let me explain-” He was pealding at this point a second away from crying but that didn't change shit, his expression did not falter one bit. Taehyung's face was stoic to say the least, there was zero emotion left to be read as Henry gazed up at him.

Shaking his head in response, scoffing in disgust and disbelief as he wavered backwards… “Mazda” Elevating his voice just enough to allow it to bounce off the walls he already knew he was probably waiting outside the door. It was only a matter of seconds before Tae heard footsteps.

Flicking his nose with his thumb as he cleared his throat, trying to shake of the shaky tenor that kept trying to float through his lungs. “Just ugh, wait here with him until Jin and Hoseok get here…” Mazada didn't say anything but Taehyung's tone of voice really fucked him up, he could tell he wasn't angry he was hurt.

“I got you man..” Squeezing down on Taehyung's shoulder as he walked past, Henry suddenly found himself even more nervous being left alone with Mazda, knowing how close the two of them were on a personal level as well. Mazada was 2 years older than Tae and he was one of his  first “real” friends he made when he moved here from Korea when he was 7. So if Taehyung was hurt so was he, and Mazda definitely wasn't the kinda  guy you wanted to meet in a dark or light alley to be honest. He was another pretty boy that could royally fuck you up with zero remorse, especially when it comes to Taehyung. 

Once Taheyung stepped outside of the kitchen he allowed his body to sink down into a low squat. Just taking a couple deep slow breaths as he ran his fingers through his hair,pulling himself back together. I mean shit he’s use to this, that’s why is circles small he just ddint, fuck he didint expect this.  He didn't allow himself to sit in it though, he refused to sulk in the moment, he’d rather shoot someone than cry. His motto if you fuck me then fuck you, but there’s limitations to that, theres nothing worng with acknolweding and actually feeling PAIN! It’s normal, healthy…..

It was barley a good 60 seconds before he snapped himself out of it, getting off the ground slowly he found himself aimlessly admiring you from across the room. Just watching you, in your normal element, touching up your hair makeup while you waited for him to return. 

He couldn't even help but smile, as you sat there,looking like everything he wanted, needed, and could have. But the fear that the world would take you away once he finally got you always stifled him. To be fair, that same fear sometimes hindered you as well, the only difference is. YOU were working towards changing that while it seemed as though Taehyung just fought it by building more walls whenever you started to break them down. 

So what’s the solution to all this? A distraction, and there's no one that can ease his mind better than you. No matter how much he hated, the effortless control you also often held over it as well...

“Soooo…” your voice rang through the empty space once you heard Tae’s footsteps.

“Hmm?” Humming out almost as if he’s already forgotten what just took place, that’s how normal shit like this has become. More importantly and actually on a scarier note that’s how numb he’d become to shit like this.The not so subtle snarl and eye roll remind him what you were referring to as he shuffled closer placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Ohhhh...that, yeah he tried to escape through the kitchen….” Tone as nochlant as can be as his hands romned down your sides until they landed on your hips. Initially making a strong indentation with his thumbs, the very specific hand placement making your mind roam to one thing and one thing only. 

“Well that was…….stupid” The dramatic pause twoards the end earned a chuckle as he expected soemting a little more detailed than just “Stupid” but hey..not that he couldnt use a good laugh.

 He leaned down slightly letting his lips brush over your neck. You knew him well enough to know he wouldnt kiss you in this type of setting, this felt a little to personal..too “intiimate if you will but he had no primble teasing the fuck outta you. 

“You okay?” You dared to ask, already well aware of the way he was in situations like this but you were still concerned. 

“When’s the last time I made you come?”  The sudden shift in tone and conversation caught you completely off guard as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. Purposely ghosting his lips down the side of your neck while he awaited your response. You figured he’d avoid the question but not like this….

“Ugghhh..” Fuck, you hated how instnatly thrown off you became, it never took much when it came to Kim Taehyung, trying to shuffle through instgram as a buffer while you got your thoughts together. But it was too late you could feel him smirking against the crook of your neck..teeth grazing the skin gently.

“Ugh, yeah I don’t know, it’s been a minute…” Your voice came out a little shakier than you hopped as his hands found there way back to your inner thighs from under the table. A humm left his lips in response.

“Yeah it’s been a least 2 weeks right?” 

That’s because two weeks ago the too of you had your first “Oh shit moment”  And to be fair you both kinda spazzed out a little, for first time after the two of you had sex more times than you could remeber. Then, once it was over, while you were getting ready to call your driver, he asked you to stay over. The morning after was, more than you even knew Kim Taehyung could possess, he cooked you breakfast while you walked around in nothing but one of his silk button ups. A secret that a lot of people don’t know is Taehyung can sing, really well actually. His tenor sitting exactly where you’d expect deep and husky but surprisingly really soulful, you jokingly asked him to sing to you while he cooked and believe it or not he did. Letting his walls down to the goofy Taehyung you knew back in middle school, don’t get me wrong, yes he let you in more than most. But as you guys got older since you've known him since you guys were like shit, 7 the shift once his mother passed was very evident in your eyes. 

Even when his walls were down you knew they were never fully down until that morning, that was the first time you felt like he really let you all the way in. While the two of you split an entire bottle of  Armand de Brignac, lounged on his couch watched Netflix..Narcos was a fav ..hmm wonder why. Binge watched “The Try guys, and Shane Dawnson videos, while you fed each other chocolate covered strawberries. 

The mans sex drive and stamanina was unmatched so of course you had sex on his couch...the floor...ontop of his island, against his floor to celling windows inthe living room. . After that he filled up his oversized jacuzzi that he rarely used and you both just soaked in it for what felt like hours. Reminiscing about nothing but bullshit, work wasn’t brought up once which is rare. Usually that topic streamlined most of your one on one conversations because the idea of having more intimate talks in that kinda setting absolutely terrified him.  Or at least when it came to you, because you were the only person outside of his father and Mazda that he’d ever get that deep and carefree with. After the bath he ordered your favorite gourmet pizza which you two ate in bed, before you passed out on his chest, and surprisingly even though the feeling was completely forigen it just felt right.

The 2nd morning the two of you work up extremely hungover and extremely awkward, his hand resting comfortable around your waist while your nose sat nuzzled in the crook of his neck. A call from his dad is what woke the two of you ,the level of comfort is what made it terrifying. Not sure how you went from fuck and leave/ midnight booty calls to operating like a couple thats been datng for 5 plus years! Neither of you knew what to say so you..just said nothing,he didn't ask you to leave or anything it just..the vibe was off. Once you pulled back from him you both just kidna gazed at each other like a deer in headlights.

Or more accurately, like you just woke up from a drunken one night stand with no recollection of how you got there, or who the person in front of you was. Because to be honest...the night before you were both versions of yourselves that you hadn’t let the others see in years!

Every day after that you two kept it short, nothing more than just business and somehow, about 2 days ago the two of you had to meet with an investor. Of course you kept it professional, not wanting your awkwardness to seep into the work environment. And I guess while “Pretending” shit was okay..it actually became okay.  After the meeting was over everything just seemed normal again or at least your definition of normal…now...here we are.

Eyes fluttering shut as his fingers traced the perimeter of your lace thong, it took everything in you not to buck your hips in to his hand. As his fingers started to tease over your clit through the fabric of your panties. 

“How does Vegas sound?” To be honest his delivery was more of a statement than a question.

“Likeeee...today?” Turning your head to the side slightly to face him which was a bad idea because of course this asshole didn't pullback. He stayed exactly where he was..face barley a centimeter away from his, you could damn near taste the whiskey on his tongue. Licking his lips slowly the tip of his tongue barley grazing against your lipgloss as it swept along his lip. 

Another humm left his lips in response as his eyes dropped down to the glitter reflexes that danced along your lips…..

“Anddd what exactly where you looking to do in Vegas Mr. Kim?” Egging him on slightly as the question rolled off your tongue.

“You, on the balcony at the sky villa…” You couldn't help but let out a deep almost exasperated sigh at that eyes fluttering shut briefly…

“Thennn..I thought maybe we could head out...I don't know go check on the club, you know we've been needing to that for weeks now..See how Kook and Jay are doin’ ”

Referring to the strip club that was technically owned by your family, but most of the money that they washed came from Kim line. 

“Fuckkk, but you know if we go there it will turn more into another work trip everytime I go in there I find something to bitch about. I’m starting to wonder if they’ve rigged the system because I don't understand how they have a damn near five star rating..” 

Taehyung's face crumbled at that breaking out into a fit of laughter his head fell into the crook of your shoulder causing you to laugh from him unintentionally tickling your skin.

“That shit’s not funny! You know I’m right…” Taking a sip of your drink as he brought his eyes back up to meet yours… 

“Well, I could always fuck you first...that way you’ll be too tired to bitch…” 

You couldn't help but moan at that, and you knew good and well you should say no, at least put some sort of stipulations on the situation. Yet you couldn't be bothered, all the blood from your brain was running straight to your clit the more his hands rashivled your body over the silk of your dress. 

For one, you just missed feeling him inside you, nobody fucked you the way Kim Taehyung did, he knew your body like the back of his hand, the man could get you off in the dark, in complete silence. He never needed any type of instruction, always down to try anything, just as if not dirtier than you ever could be. Also sex with Tae was just aesthically pleasing, he was fine you were fine, both of you boujee and extra as ever. Who dosent wanna fuck in a bed with floor to celling windows which you’d of course leave wide open... in a 30k a night suite while various peices of overpriced jewerly danced along your skin. 

And finally...even though he was trying to act like it didn't mean shit, you knew better, the situation with Henry really has him in his feels. Just giving him another fucking reason to build walls and not trust people and you know he needs a distraction. And of course he wants, actually needs it to be you. Yes, theres a damn good chance that you could regret this before midnight but as of right now...fuck it..let’s get it!

You couldn't help but smile as you gazed up at him shaking your head in self defeat..you didn't stand a chance, it’s not like you didn't want it too. “Fuck it, I’m down…” 

That award winning boxy grin lit up ihs face as he whipped out his phone “Don’t worry..I’ll make it worth you while…”  Feathering a couple kisses down the side of your neck as he stepped away to call one of the girls in accounting to set up the room and get the jet ready.

As he walked towards the bar you noticed Hoseok and Jin walk in..both in blacked out aviators, skin  extremely tanned. They had just finished some “Clean up’s “ in Brazil, 2 weeks in that constant sun had their skin glowing.  Hosokes hair sitting a deep burgundy while Jins was a honey blonde.Both messy pushed out of their faces, as the made their way towards Taehyung. 

Tae reached out to give Hoseok a solid one handed bro hug but he wasn't having it pulling him into his chest wrapping both hands around the youngers frame. Hoseok didn't say anything, he didin;t have too. Observing the way Tae faintly laid his head on Hoseok’s shoulder before pulling back, flashing him a smile that you could tell was forced. Jin greeted him the same way, both knowing how fucked up this situation really was, and he would never be the type to ask for a hug but that doesn't mean he didn't need it.

A good 10 minutes later the two of you watched Henry be taken away, by Jin and Hoseok,Taehyung wouldn't even look at him no matter how hard he tried to get his attention. I don't think he had it in him, to look Henry in the eyes right now. It didn't go unnoticed the way he slipped his shades on right before they escorted Henry to the blacked out SUV.

Before they pulled off Hoseok hopped back out the truck walking over to Taehyung “Just so were clear, in 48 hours if he doesn't have ittt…” Letting his words dance in the air, waiting for Tae to fill the void and clarity his instructions.

“Then you handle it, he’s not getting a pass, been there done that four years ago when me and you went into that house in Taiwan..and cleared out every...body except him. Because for some reason my gut told me he was innocent...and apparently my gut failed me...so that’s it. No more special treatment..he has it in the next 48 or he's done.” 

Hoseok nodded slowly letting out a slow breath “And if he doesn't , do you want me to call you first?”

There was a slight pause before he spoke “Yeah, actually call me and wait ...don’t do anything until we talk..I might wanna come down there…”

“Kim Taehyung…” his tone was stern..he was techionally Tae’s elder even if Taehyung had higher ranking within the circle. “If it comes to that..let me..do my jo-” 

“Just call me..yeah?” Cutting him off with the driest tone imagainale walking away before Hosoek had a chance to say anything else! 

They pulled off and within the next 5 minutes you car was there to take you to the airport, he kept the glasses on the entire ride. The car that picked you up from the restaurant already had your luggage from your Airbnb in the trunk. He even kept  them on once you boarded the jet, the flight was barely an hour and a half, but one the four of you landed that’s when you say enough’s enough. You knew you needed to get him out of his head a little. 

The four of you were in the back of a blacked out limo, Tae and yourself together on one side while Mazda and Joon sat parallel. Taking a long slow drab from the gold tipped dab pin positioned between your lips, grabbing Taehyung's face which was currently glued to the view outside the window.

 Turning his head in your direction before gently pressing your lips to his, instantly reclining his jaw to allow you to slowly release the smoke from our lungs to his. You were trying to get him faded so he'd chill and you also knew his limits, pulling back slightly so he could breathe but instead in pulled you back in. Gripping the side of your neck as he slid his tongue into your mouth,lacing it around yours before sucking it between his lips. 

Sliding you onto his lap,with his opposite hand,sliding it down to find a home on your ass, clawing his nails through the thin fabric of your silk dress. Bringing your hand over to the nape of his neck, take a firm grip on his thick mane, a slight moan moved up your throat in response to the growl that left his. Flicking his sunglasses off with your opposite hand before being that one down to cradle the side of his neck. Licking his way into your mouth with ease, a content hum leaving his lips as you rocked your hips down against his lap. Licking along your bottom lip before he sucked it back into his mouth, letting his tongue lazily massage against yours. “Thatt boy..” left your lips in a playful tenor as licked up the side of your neck

“Damn, Joon you have some nice ass lips…”

“Really? Because you skin, it just mmm, butta, man butta, and this beard how do you keep it so soft!” 

Clearly Namjoon and Mazda we're not a fan of the show as the two of you broke out in a fit out laughter...Taehyung slid you off his lap but kept you close. Taking a couple more drags from the pin, releasing a cloud of smoke through his nostrils. 

“I mean don’t get me wrong I’m glad your smiling bro but like, I didin’t know I signed up for a sex show..” Mazda popped in as he took a sip of champagne from the neck of the bottle. 

“Also it wasn’t giving us good angles we couldn’t see much so it just wasn't far..” Namjoon added with a slight wink, thankful for the much needed change in atmosphere.

The mood shifted, as the four of passed the dab pin and the bottle of Dom Perignon Rose around, the suite wasn’t ready right when you arrived. The average person isn't booking a suite of that calabar at that price on a whim so the 4 of you killed time at the casino. The impromptu decision worked in groups favor though, Mazda and Namjoon won about 1k each which wasn’t a shit ton but considering they were just rolling to kill time..it’s a hell of a pickup. While Taehyung bought into a game that the minimum buy-in was 5k, and he walked away damn near tripling that..Again not bad for just finding something to do to “Kill time” …

Now, no matter how many times you guys stayed here, this suite never lost its luster for some reason...for starters it was damn near 9 thousand square feet. Had a private pool, game room, massage room, 24/hr butler ervies, a bar that sits 17 people and was spread out of 2 stories with floor to ceiling windows everywhere! 

It was a little after 5 in the afternoon once you guys were settled in the suite and it was damn near 80 degrees outside so it didn't take long for all four of you stip down into your swimwear. Multiple platters of sushi lined the bar as you guys just dabbled, not super hungry but wanting to keep your stomach coated from all the liquor you’d been drinking. You were sat on top of the counter while Taehyung stood in between your legs,  wearing a leopard bikini that didn't leave much to the immigination but he wanted a distraction right? 

He would never get this touchy freely in public with you or really anyone he was pretty private unless he trusted the people he was around and obvious it was only the four of you in the suite so he didn't mind. Appreciating your body heat pressed against his back. Arm’s draping over his shoulders, casually running your palms over his chest.“Sooo my father said Leo’s back in the hospital…” The words left your lips suddenly while Joon and Mazda glared up at you from the bar shaking their heads .

“How does he keep suddenly getting sick, I really don’t understand”  The frustration in Taehyung's voice was clear as day while licking the soy sauce off his fingers, he was right though it really didn't make sense. 

“The bad Juju from his secret love child..” Namjoon’s delivery was dry and somewhat sarcastic but you could tell he was serious…”No forreal..like people's bad vibes and energy can be the death of you man..”

“Oh fuck no, don’t go there man, there’s no way he hell I’d work with that mother fucker, I’ve never liked him, nor do I trust him. Funny how you typically only show up on holidays but now that Leo’s sick your his saving fucking grace! Fuck outta here with that shit...” Tae snarled in response...clearly this wasn't a good subject to bring up, you would feel his muscles starting to tense, bringing your hands up to massage his shoulders and it didn't take long for his body to cave in. Melting effortlessly into your touch...

“Yeah but there's also Dino-” Mazad tried to be helpful but you all knew the answer to that...Dino pulled out of this shit 10 years ago...theres no way in hell he’d step back in.

“Dino lost his son in his shit man, you know he’s not comin back…no fuckin’ way ” the words left Tae’s mouth slowly..saying what you were already thinking.. .

“Did he ever get a DNA test? “ Namjoon cocked his head to the side slightly flicking his tongue around the edges of the chopsticks

“You already know Leo’s not-” It was suddenly became very hard for you to focus, mainly because Taehyung decided to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. Cearly he was getting antsy and reallly wanted the three of you to shut the fuck up so he could do what he wanted! 

A ding from your phone broke the silence that danced in the air, as you find yourself getting lost in his touch, completely forgetting were you where and what you were originally doing! A growl ruptured in his chest, a second away from throwing your damn phone if one more distraction got in the way of him finally being inside you again after 2 weeks! 

“Yayy Melissa’s here..” Patting Taehyung's shoulder so he’d move as you hopped off the counter. His eyes glued to the way your ass bounced as you walked. 

“Who the fucks’s Melissa?” Joon mouthed out in silence while the other too shrugged, in slight confusion since you said her name like they should've automatically known.

The door swung open and she damn near tackled you to the floor, her deep red bikini rivaling yours as far as which one covered less. The two of you babbled about whatever as you walked towards the bar to introduce her.

“Guy this is-”

“Your a Mangjuhl, aren't you?” Tae asked with an arched brow..eyes dissecting her physical features..

A snort left her lips in response as she eyed the pool “ Well hello to you too, and it depends on who's asking I may be a Mangjeol””

Taehyung nodded in agreeance his face reading a solid “Touche” as he could be a Khan or a Kim..also depending on who's asking…leaving the conversation were it stood.

“Sooo are we actually going to use that...it’s hot as balls outside…”  Gesturing to the pool while Namjoon and Mazda didn't hesitate to get up. 

“After you..” Namjoon waved his hand signaling for her to go first, she glanced back at you to see if you were coming but quickly realized you were a little preoccupied.

Once the three of them were outside Tae brought his attention back over to you, cornering you  between the barop and his body “A Mangjuhl aye?” Brow arched tongue playing with the corner of his lips. 

A smug smirk moving up your face as you shrug your shoulders “What can I say...I like my bitches dangerous…” You teased against his bottom lip as he lifted you on top of the bar.

“Yeah?” tongue brushing against yours as he spoke, dropping his voice down to nothing but a bourbon coated whisper. Nodding your head faintly in response, purposely brushing his lips against yours so you’d try and chase after them. 

“Me too...” Licking his way into your mouth as he tilted his head to the side giving himself more leverage, sliding your body closer towards the middle of the bar. Hoisting himself up as well, the bar has much more length than width,  but it did fit your frame perfectly.

 Using on arm to support his weight while the other trickled down your stomach, cupping your pussy in his hand as you moaned out against his tongue. Arching into his touch, completely disregarding the fact that your on top of a marble bar, while your friends were outside in the pool. All of the windows were wide open at the moment, the currants pushed to the side, luckily because of where you were positioned there was a gold and marbled thick beam in the way cutting off your lower frame but it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to know what’s going behind it!

Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as you clawed at his back, abruptly pulling back for you, both equally winded , eyeing the megum bottle of Grey Goose.  Opting for a cherry instead of a lime, he leaned down again.. “Stick your tongue out…” and you did, cradling your jaw in his hand as he lathered over your tongue with his own before sucking it back into his mouth moaning out at the way you started to grind yourself against his knee that currently sat between your thighs. Bringing his hand down smacking your pussy hard enough to make your entire body tense, chucking arrogantly as he watched your stomach muscles contract. “Fuck I can already feel how warm you are….look at you grinding that pretty litttle pussy all over my thigh. Wouldn't you rather have daddy’s cock instead?”

Not even giving you a chance to respond before he placed the cherry between your lips, stem already removed, reaching over to free you nipple from your swimsuit..which was barely covered anyway..I guess he decided that's where the salt was going. Sprinkling it around the areola...sliding down your body, lathering sloppy kisses down your neck, over your collarbone. Sucking around every area of your breast besides the target, loving the way you arched into his mouth. Almost as if you were trying to direct him elsewhere. Everytime your body arched your hips subconsiously rolled against his thigh, allowing him to feel how wet you were getting “ I bet I could slide right in and you’d take me so fuckin well, even without me streching this pretty little cunt of yours out…already so wet for me...aren’t you baby?” 

Excepting the slight whimper that left your throat as a response as he readjusted, eyes locked on yours as he slowly let his tongue roll out of his mouth, taking a long slow drag around the perimeter, licking up every drop before sucking your nipple into his mouth. Letting his teeth graze the overly' sensitive peek, your moans coming out muffled due to your lips being preoccupied. 

“Mmmm..I kinda wanna lick you all over so I guess I start at the bottom and work my way up .” Trickling the bottle of Grey Goose from your neck down to your belly button, actually attempting to fill it since that’s tectionally the point of a bodyshot. Starting at your navel, sucking first, before flicking your belly button ring with his tongue that slowly lathered it’s way up your stomach over your breast and into your mouth. Completely disregarding the cherry, opting for your tongue instead. “My two favroaite things on my tongue at once, you and liquor…” Smirking against your lips as he reached down to pull your panties to the side gently teasing your entrance with his index and middle finger a low moan resonating in his throat from how wet you already were. “I want you to come down my face ….” The words slurred out against your tongue as you rolled your hips into his palm.

“Then put your tongue on my pussy,...” Both of you smiling into the kiss loving how equally shameless you were.

Kissing his way down your stomach, sucking bruises into every inch of skin he could wrap his lips around. Licking along your bikini line..toying the thin G-string between his teeth as he nuzzled his face against your inner thigh. Biting, licking, sucking his way down until he your pussy was front and center. Legs supported on his forearms, as he used one had to keep your bikin to the side, opting to not completely strip you due to the circumstances. “Babbyyyy…” cooing out against your heat, you were already dripping down the marble countertop.

Initially pressing a light kiss right on your clit before licking slightly “Tae!!” already whining you really weren't in the mood for this and the chuckle that left his throat was telling if he was complying or making it worse. 

Tisking against your folds “You know being a brat gets you nowhere”

Now he was literally just kissing your clit...not even using his tongue at all “Tae, pleaseee…” 

“Good Girl”  The next flick of his tongue had a lot more pressure, and had your head spinning in circles as your eyes fluttered shut. Finally wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking hard, sliding his opposite hand from under your thigh. Flicking at your bottom lip, opening your mouth willingly, lapping your tongue around his fingers moaning against his skin as he started grinding your hips into his face. Coaxing you to fuck yourself self against his tongue as he laid it flat against your pussy, licking from top to  bottom, ending each stroke of the tounge with your clit smothered between his lips. 

Bringing his hand back down and sliding all three fingers in at once “Oh my god…” back coming to almost a complete arch as you fingers found there home in his hair, not even realizing how loud your voice was probably bouncing off the walls at this point. Pumping his fingers in and out mercissly, moaning out agaisnt your lips, he always sounds so fucking good when he’s going down on you. Moaning out as if he’s the one getting head, sending every vibration straight through you, it didn't take long for your muscles to start to seize up and your body to completely shatter, he’d been toying with you all day. His name falling from your lips weakly in something comparable to a montra as that’s all you said…

Pulling back using his index and middle finger to pull your lips aparts, slowly sliding his tongue between every niche he could find, sucking your clit into his mouth one more time just to watch your body shutter around him..Blowing on the tip before sliding back up your body!

“Fuck me…” Brushed past your lips and rolled onto his, reaching down to free him from the opening in his Gucci trunks.

Sliding his fingers through your juices again , bringing them up to his lips to slowly lap his tongue around him, A moan leaving his lips “Best thing I've tasted all day..” 

He could tell your were trying to shift your body to go down on him and he stopping you pushing on ontop the counter“Fuck no, I’ll come too quick, I’m already hard enough ba-” A groan leaving his lips as you leaned over to spit on the tip of his dick, working him in your hand, you could litterally  feel him puling against your palm “God yes….moreee” . You knew exactly what you meant, neither of you afraid to get a little messy when to came to sex, leaning over again, letting more lubericant drizzle from your tongue. 

Eyes heavy as he watched you work him in his hand, rock fuckin hard within seconds, you knew his weak spot was right under his tip. So you’d alternate the flucationing in your movements so he didn;t get use to it, tighten your grip towards the top and relaxing your hold  the closer you got to the base. 

“Your throbbing in my hand, Tae fuck….fuck me…” Toying his bottom lip between your teeth as you continued working him in your palm, shuffling his position on top of you swatting your hand away with a snarl. He had you rest your weight on one arm as he hovered over you with one of your legs hooked over his shoulder. Both of you slightly sitting upright as he teased at your clit with the head of his length. 

“You want it?” Lips hoving over yours, both panting heavily as he took his dick in his hands, teasing up and down your folds, costing himself in your juices, edging at your entrance but not sliding in full.

“Fuck you, you know I-” Your bitching was relplaced with a high picted moan that yuu knew they all heard there’s no way they didint. He started sliding in, the deeper he got the lower he got, until you were filled to the brim and he was laying flesh on top of you...bringing your legs up to rest on either side of your shoulders. 

Holding the position, while you both took in the feeling of you pulsing around him, and him pulsing inside of you, the angle had him deep, you felt every inch of him. Using on hand to cradle the side of your neck the other to support his weight. “Baby, fuck move, please movee..” Damn near begging at this point as he slid his tongue into your mouth, while he slowly started to roll his hips into you, every thrust felt like he was cutting off your airflow from how full you feel. 

“God, nothing feels as good ..as you do…” His breathing was already ragged you knew neither of you would last as he spoke through gritted teeth grounding his hips into yours. Pulling out completely every time, before slamming in with such force your body rocked against the counter. The sound of skin slapping, echoed throughout the suite, eyes never leaving yours as he rolled his hips into you mercilessly, your walls were already started to clench around him.

“Your so fucking thick, Tae…” Arching up slightly, pursing his lips out to spit on your clit, the sensation making your body tense even more. “Fuck… you feel soo fucking good …” Reclining your neck giving him better access as you tugged on the hairs at the back of his head, his teeth finding the side of your neck as he bit down. Knowing you like it rough so he didn't hold back, damn near breaking skin once he made contact.  

“Yeah? You like the way my dick fills you up baby? You gonna be a good girl and come for me again?” You nodded and he kisses down your neck slam into you even harder “Play with your pussy and come for me baby…” Not hesitating to do exactly as he instructed, aggint steady pressure, feeling the nerve get harder and harder by the second!

“ Oh shit-” breath hiccuping in your chest at the sudden change in pace. Taehung wasn’’t one to fuck super hard like this he was usually a slow and deep kinda guy. There it was again your walls were pulsing hard, milking him for everything he had.

”Fuck, there it is baby, come on baby come for me, come all over my dick baby come on…” He cooed in your ear , coaching you on before biting down hard on your shoulder. 

“ Fuck Tae, oh my god oh my fu-” back slamming agaisnt the marble, a scream leaving your throat as your orgasm ruptured through your entire body. While he continued rocking his hips into you working you for very last nerve he could shatter.  It felt like his dick got even harder after you came around him. Body humming in sensitivity as you purposely clenched your walls as tight as you can around him, edging him towards his release.

 “Fuck just like that , dont stop ,dont stop,” He whispered into your hair , as your brought your nails back over to his back, knowing how much he loved the sensation. Using the last bit of energy you had, slowly rocking your hips until into him, meeting his thrust everytime, hitting the spot you both needed. “Yes, fuck yes…”  Eyes fluttering shut as he moaned out, the strong brassy bartone that ruptured through the walls, the angle you added made him feel even deeper than he already was. 

“Come for me daddy..” You heard the neediness start to ring through his throat at that, every one that left his lips was stronger than the last.

“I know you wanna fill me up…fuck I need it please, come in me..”  Purposely adding a whiney tinge to your voice as, bucking your hips even stronger this time .He cupped the back of your neck pulling your face back to his as he moaned into your mouth. Grabbing your waist tighter letting you know not to stop , and you didn't, you felt him fall apart on top of you as he moaned into your mouth, kissing you deeper and deeper as he road out his high, arm’s shaking until he just gave in on top of you. Snaking your hands into his hair,while his romaned up and down your body, both panting heavily against each others tongue. Your entire body felt limp, neither of you in any rush to move..regardless of your current situation, just lazily letting his tongue explore your mouth. About I don't know a good 5 or so minutes went by and then you heard.

“Are you two done yet!!?”  You expected it to be Joon to be honest but it was actually Melissa, there wasn’t shit either of you could do but laugh. Tae’s palm coming to soothe your thighs..

“Yeah give us a minute…” Pulling you off the counter, readjusting your swimsuit for you as he positioned you over the ledge, wincing slightly at the contact, reaching behind the bar wetting a towel, to whip you and the counter down . Letting the warm cloth stay flesh to your heat for a moment before pulling away knowing damn well you could use it. Bringing another towel to dab at your skin, trying to ease the current sticky feeling a combination of sweat and well..vodka. 

Shaking his fingers through his hair,messily brushing his bangs out of his face since they wouldn't stop sticking to his forehead.  Hair sitting in a messy middle part,the two of you heard tentative footsteps and couldn't help but smirk over at each other. 

“Your good…” He stood between your thighs while, your legs dangled off the ledge of the bar, so his back was facing them as the walked over, his hands still soothing your thighs. He could tell they were still shaking…

“Dayummm..she fucked your shit up…” You watched Namjon go wide eyed as he stepped closer to investigate the welts across Taehyung skin. Install finding your head buried in his hair...not even wanting to look at any of them right now.

“Is it that bad? Damn I guess I was doing something right..” You didn't even have to look at him to know he had the biggest grin on his face.

‘Sooo what are we doin tonight?”  Mazda, walked over to the lounge area plopping down on the leather ottoman.

“Wellll..what time is it right now like a little after 6? How about we meet around 8:30..grab dinner somewhere then head over to the club..check on the boys..see how business is going…” Patting your thigh for some sort of confirmation and you just humming out in response. Reclining back against the counter, still slightly dazed, just needing to hop in the shower to wake up a little.

“Sounds good to me…Mel you down?” 

It didn't go unnoticed the way Mazda and Namjoon pipped up at the question...a smirk tugging on your face as you observed the dynamic unfold. 

“Yeah I’m down..I didn't plan shit else tonight anyway sooo..” 

“Okay, well I’ll call you in an hour once I know where we're going oh, who's doing you glam tonight? So I know who not to call because there's no way in hell I’m doing my own”

“Mmmm..Probaly Aria…” 

Nodding in response..you prefereed Arielle anyway so that worked in your favor “Okay well, Tae, can you walk her out, I would, but to be fair..I’m fucking exhausted..just no I love you..” 

A snort leaving her lips in response “Nah I’ll let you slide..form what I heard you have a reason to be tired..” Shooting a wink in your direction and not to your surprise at all Namjoon and Mazda volunteered to walk her out.

“Oh she get’s dual service ...well isn't she special…” Tae teased as they escorted her to the door.

“OH! Wait what time are you think tomorrow?” You heard Mel Yell from acoun d the beam, scurrying back in your direction.

“Ughh around like 8 tomorrow night sound good?” 

“Yes ma’am” A smirk tugged on the corners of her lips before she headed back towards the exit, you didn't even have to look at Taehyung to know the look on his face.

Leasurily cocking your head to the side to meet his curious gaze “And what the fuck was that about?” 

A dry chuckle leaving your lips before leaning down to graze his bottom lip with your tongue. His tone taking “Daddy” to a completely different level. 

“Don’t worry about it “ …

Mazda and Joon returning moments later.

“So we just gonna ignore the massive hickeys on your necks orrrrrr…” Sipping from the leftover bottle of Grey Goose as you reclind along the bar. 

“I mean...she just looked so sweet and innocent I didn't expect-” 

“Yeah she’s really sweet...a sweet innocent.. money launder” Taahyung purposely stalled the ending..just waiting for their eyes to bulge out of their sockets making you damn near coke on your drink.

“There's no way…” Namjoon’s face was priceless..utterly priceless 

“Ugh yeah, how the fuck do you think I knew who she was!? I know you didn't think she was just some Instagram model did you? It’s Luxx were talking about here. You should’ve known better”

The two of them just kinda glanced at each other not even knowing where to start when it comes to peacing this together in their minds.

The four of you got ready for the night, Arielle came over and beat your face, and curled your hair for you. A quarter to nine you all met Mel at Bar Masa, and slid into the club around 11, which didn't go as smoothly as you hoped. Let’s just say it’s a good thing you never leave the house without a weapon on hand, the edge of you blade found it’ home in someone’s shin! It was around 4 am when the four of you crawled back into your suit, unfortunately returning with a briefcase of papers..which is why you told tae you didn't want to go in the first place! 

It wasn’t until damn near two the afternoon when the four of you rolled out of bed, Taehyung and yourself sat and ate lunch while going over the mounds of paperwork. Luckily because there was “work” related shit to do, and the fact that Mazda and Joon were there that kidna eased any awkwardness that might have taken place upon the two of you waking up together.  Ya know since the little sleepover you two had at his place two weeks ago that ended in a trainwreck! 

“Fuckkkk!” the word screeched form both of your lips in unions as you looked over the numbers.

“They can’t lave that kinda money just sitting like that….”Taehyung held his temples between his index and middle finger. “Shit, Hoseok and Yoongi are both in Asia right now, and there booked out until-”

“Mel can do it, she’s already moving a good 20 for me tonight, we can add this to her route, she can get it across the border before the next drop…” Your eyes never made contact with his as you dissected the numbers on the screen..

“I mean yeah, If you trust that she-”

“She’s good..were good...I got it, I’ll have transported tonight….” 

~~~~~~~

It was now going on 5 o'clock, the sun and heat still in full effect...

“Oh fuck me, that shit’s harsh!” You sounded like you  were hacking up a hairball as your breath hiccuped in your chest after taking one drag from the gold plated cigar in Namjoon's hand. You wanted to be annoyed at the three of the cackling their lives away while you legit felt like you were dying while growing chest hair. But there was something so pure about the sounds that escaped Tae’s mouth, and just the genuine smile that was plastered across his face. Especially in comparison to yesterday, but that bliss was quickly interrupted once his phone rang. Hoseok’s name popping up on the screen, as he hopped out of the pool, even with the time difference Taehyung played fair. If he said 48 hours Henry would receive a full 48 hours, so the fact that Hoseok was calling early had you slightly opesmestic.

About 10 minutes later, when Taehyung had not came back your curiosity and concern got the best of you. To be fair this warehouse facility, business wise was just as much his as it was your own, upon eventually making your way to the master suite you heard the shower running. That alone had your stomach turning in 827828 knots, as you approached the room. Only to see his luggage sprawled across the bed, closing the door behind you, resting your back against the frame as you observed him silently resituating his clothing. Surprisingly the aura in the room was calm, almost too calm as you watched the way the sunlight danced over his caramel coated skin. The muscles in his back flexing as he kneeled over to continue shuffling through his bellongs. 

“So your leaving?” The words floated off your tongue so light it almost sounds as though your whispering. Not giving you a verbal response, not even looking at you just nodding his head slowly, you watched him slide every piece of jewelry off his body, placing them in a leather bag. Until he got to the gold “V” necklace, taking it off, and walking over in your direction, seamlessly hooking the chain around your neck, still in complete silence as he hovered over you before pulling back tentatively, walking towards the bathroom.

That alone, kinda already let you know what was what, rule #1 if your going to kill someone you never wear anything personal. Especially not jewelry, not something that could accidentally fall off or leave an imprint on the victim's body. 

Trying your hardest not to get frustrated with how distant he was being because you knew this was exceptionally difficult for him on a more personal level. “So what? I mean it’s not a full 48 hours so does he not have the money? Or are you just going to talk and check on the warehouse?” Your tone was still calm, warm even, just trying to ease your way through his nine thousand defense’s. 

Still, absolute silence, a loud huff left your throat as you stomped towards the bathroom “Hey!” Tone elevated slightly, pasung until he actually turned around and made eye contact with you. “ I know this shit with Henry really fucking sucks, but this business is just as much mine as it is yours. You don’t get to just ignore me when I’m asking questions about OUR company Taehyung!”

The look on his face never faltered, not even with the emotion that radiated through as you spoke, it was like talking to a brick fuckikng wall right now. 

“Yes, but THIS” Brow arched in your direction, but an immense amount of infinces on the last word. Wanting to make sure you knew exactly what, or who he was referring too.

“Is nobody’s business but mine…..” You knew this version of Kim Taehyung far too well and it really concerned you, he lacked so much emotion as he spoke yet radiated so much rage, your swore you could hear his blood pumping. 

At this point you just kinda gave up, you can’t help someone who doesn't wanna let you in, but for the first time, him shutting you out like this hurt. It felt like someone stuck a knife in your stomach just keeps slowly turning it, and turning it until it just aches. You told yourself you’d probably regret coming on this trip and you were right, you just weren't aware of the reason you'd regret it. Now you know, weather you want to admit it or not, you were starting to fall for the one personal you always told yourself you never would! 

Dropping his swim trunks on the ground before opening the glass panel to the walk-in shower “I ugh, I'm leaving in about an hour, I’m only taking the black leather Keepall, so when you guys leave tomorrow, could you take the rest of my bags home?” 

You found yourself staring down at your feet as he spoke, arms crossed over your chest, squeezing down on your own biceps extremely hard as you nodded in response. Walking yourself out of the bathroom, letting your eyes scan the bed, you knew you’d hate yourself for looking but you couldn't help it. 

Letting your fingers dance over the bag which he hadn't zipped yet,upon looking you found yourself slouching over the bag unintentionally. Eyes squeezed shut as you just shook your head...there was nothing it in but “Cleaner gear” all black, all sterrel, gloves, a 5 Beretta 92FS,  Ruger Mk II., a black baseball cap and ammo...that was all that was sitting in his black leather Keepall. 

THAT’S ALLL SHE WROTE ...FOR NOW LOL...this does leave a lot more questions especially going into part 4 now that you know a little more backstory. 

If you liked it show this some love and lemme know,and I’ll start on part 4...

Love you guys as always ,

Rocki! 

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[devilinsheepswool]

Obey Me! MC Character Sheet

Thanks to @kyungi-i for the spred sheet! I've seen others do it and thought why not me?

Name: Alisa Moreno

Nickname: Ally, Lisa, Li-Li, Al, Isa, Moreno

Age: 18

Height: 5'3

Weight: 170

Race: Human

Gender: ♀️

Birthday: April 13

Star Sign: Aries

Hair Color: Brown (pink streaks)

Eye Color: Brown

Skin: Brown/freckled

Demon brother, she is most to least like:

1. Levi

2. Belphie

3. Satan

4. Lucifer

5. Beel

6. Mammon

7. Asmo

Personality: she's pretty cynical and pessimistic, she also seems very aloof but somehow has a way of knowing a little bit of everything that's going on. When she wants to be she can be very observative and dedicated to her work, otherwise, she can come off as lazy, or disinterested just as much as aloof. Her snide personality comes off subtle mostly due to her wallflower and nerdish appearance. And she does have trouble getting to know other people due to her self-consciousness, low self-esteem and social anxiety; all of which she masks under witty remarks, jokes, and sarcasm. She puts up walls and its difficult to get to know her past surface level, despite it all Lisa does have a soft side and softens up around people that have a natural kindness and positivity about them or are straightforward. She has a good sixth sense, which helps her be an extremely good judge of character more often than not she is correct about her intuition regarding others' intentions towards her. Lastly, she has a bad habit of acting out and deliberately going against authority, she doesn't like feeling controlled and being told what to do. She'll usually follow the rules because she can't be bothered with the effort to break them but if she feels like someone's trying to control her or that she's being patronized then she will deliberately go out of her way to break the rules.

Background: Before coming down to Devildom, Lisa, despite only being 18 had already finished all her schooling, including higher education. Back on earth, she was recognized as a child prodigy in her research on historical documents and records, despite her early achievements at such an early age, the pressure of being placed on such a high pedestal career-wise eventually got to her and she fizzled out. Growing up an orphan without a past or family, the academy she worked for and her work was all she had, after she cracked due to the pressure she ran away hoping to live out the youth she felt she had never experienced in childhood. At age 16 she was a runaway and going under a different name. She lived on the streets and squatted in abandoned buildings for a few months before she met some people that offered to help her. During this time she developed an interest in music seeing as the people who helped her were a musical band full of teens just like her.

In order to stay with them, she lied to them about the truth of who she was and why she ran away. She stayed with one of the band members she had become close to during her initial days of having met them. While she stayed with them she learned how to play several instruments and eventually sing as well. She went on to perform with them but after two years of playing with them musical difference surged and a fight broke out, after which Alisa decided to run away again. It was during her second night of squatting in an abandoned house that she woke up in Devildom.

Hobbies: Music; Singing, Electric Guitar, Violin.

Likes: Sweets, Reading, Music, Animals, Writing, Video Games and drawing.

Dislikes: Liars, being lied to, math, meddling (Ironically), cruelty, injustice/unfairness and short tempers. Words that sound one way but are spelled another, or that sound like they mean one thing and then mean something else.

Appearance:

She's fairly average height. She's on the plump side, with a rounded face that makes her look baby-faced. She has freckles but due to her brown skin they're difficult to notice. Her eyes are rounded and large despite the dark circles brought on by years of bad sleeping. Her hair is short in a bob cut and wavy/curly, usually, she has a singular braid running down her left side. She wears glasses to see and prefers to wear loose-fitting clothing except for at performances. She tends to dress on the nerdy side.

Casual Clothing -

• Top: Sky Blue sweater rather loose fitting sweater over a white button up blouse.

• Bottom: plaid moss green skirt. Over the knee length, style is somewhat pencil skirt. Black tights under skirt.

• Shoes: Brown Boots.

• Accessories: star-shaped hair clip, silver necklace with a star pendant, a bunch of woven, or leather, or beaded bracelets. 

• Glasses: Yes. Black plain.

Uniform:

Alterations?

Not many, she wears the uniform properly a skirt version with the same black tights underneath the skirt. And a light blue tie on her uniforms blouse.

• Mother: N/A

• Father: N/A

• Siblings: N/A

• Pets: A black cat she adopted during the first time she ran away, she found her in one of the abandoned buildings fed her and the cat kept following her after that. Her name is Pandora.

• Friends: Prior to joining the band Alisa had none, after joining the band she made 2, Lydia and Florence. The lead singer and drummer of the band, respectively. She stayed with Florence and her grandmother during her time in the band.

• Past Relationships:

She had a mentor/advisor who eventually became a colleague when she finally started working with the academy. She was very close to her and was her only actual relationship. Her relationship with Dr. Aver was the closest she's ever had to a familial relationship. In the early stages of their relationship Aver became endeared with a rather small and young Alisa and tried to offer her the closest thing to a family she could through her and her husband. While they had a solid well-going relationship, they hit an obstacle when Aver was offered a position teaching at a highly prestigious institution abroad. Aver tried to keep connected long distance but it all came to an end when Alisa ran away.

Alisa dated three times during her time in the band the first relationship was bad from the start and ended badly, the second and third one ended with Alisa self-sabotaging herself due to the first bad experience. All occurred relatively back to back during the first year and half of her being in the band.

The first one though was the longest one, which lasted for 9 months. The last two were relatively short-lasting about a month to two each.

Sexuality: Unsure, possibly Pan.

Have they been in love before?

Because of her first toxic relationship and overall young age, at the time Alisa is hesitant to say that she ever was truly in love in any of her past relationships. But she was the most heartbroken with the ending of her 3rd relationship. Prior to her third relationship, the other two were mainly out of curiosity for exploring with dating than actual love.

How easily do they gain crushes?

Not easy, she wasn't aware of her feelings towards her third (future) partner until she was in her second relationship, her feelings for her 3rd future partner had started amidst her 1st relationship when it started going downhill.

Do they believe in love?

She doesn't really have an opinion on it, she's rather cynical and with her negative past experiences you would think she doesn't believe in it anymore if she ever had, but honestly, it's not something she's thought about that much. She's just experiencing life as she goes, maybe someday...

What's their type:

Alisa is the type of person to look for what she's missing in her life in someone else; she's typically drawn to kind, warm-hearted people, more likely than not optimists with positive personalities. You get the sense that she's into the "angelic" type (thus her third ex/first love) with a strong moral compass always set on doing right. Of course, this being her type doesn’t mean it’s what suits her the best. Mixed with her low self-esteem, a relationship with her ideal type may turn out to be hazardous as she might end up over-idealizing the person or self-sabotaging once again due to low self-worth as well.  

Which of the 7 brothers is her favorite?

That's a tough one she likes both Mammon and Levi but couldn't pick a favorite between both. Although Beel is also a strong contender for her favorite.

Why?

Mammon, despite not being honest about what he truly thinks about her is easy to read and has always been there for her when she's truly needed him, he's stepped in to save her multiple times and she knows he clearly worries about her. She's grateful to him despite his antics, and is able to look past the big cool guy/bad boy facade he puts on and appreciate him for being there when she really needs him.

Levi, she actually sees a lot of herself in him. Especially, a lot of her from prior to her first run away. She relates to his hermit-like personality because prior to running away she was like that as well. She can also sympathize and empathize with his obvious insecurities and wants to more than anything be there to reassure him and help become more secure of himself. Despite not being a total weeb like Levi, during her time in the band she did develop some interest in anime and manga, just not as passionate as Levi's.

What do they look for in a partner?

Ideally, she likes kind-hearted, empathetic people but speaking practically she'd prefer an honest straightforward person easy to read that doesn't try to play mind games or control her. Someone patient and that can reassure her when she doubts herself, and most importantly someone that will call her out when she needs to be. She doesn't want someone that will coddle, pamper, or try to spoil her like a little doll and let her get away with things that are prick-ish. She's good at keeping herself in check but she'd like the reassurance that someone will call her out if she slips up without noticing.

General -

Fav. Food: Tamales, but she also loves Cheeseburgers and Milkshakes.

Least Favorite: Meatloaf, Eggnog, Rasin Muffins, Salmon.

Favorite color: blue & green

Least Favorite: White or Neons

Sociable or Recluse? Both, she can be something of an ambivert but prefers to be more reserved due to her majority introvertness.

Favorite Movie Genre: Droll Comedy, or Action Political Thrillers/govt. conspiracy, K-drama's

Reader or not? Very much a reader, liked it and eventually it was what her job required of her in order to conduct her research.

Favorite Animals: She likes cats and dogs, but she also has an ample love for animals of all kinds but especially the ones that can be found in the woods; Owls, Raccoons, Wolves, Crows. Her favorite however has to be the Fox.

Favorite Music Genre: Rock, though she's big on ceremonials and sea shanties as well, and loves testing her vocal range with gregorian chants and Hymns.

Least Favorite: Country

Do they like sweets?

BIG YES.

Do they like spicy food?

👌👌👌👌

Do they like school?

Not so much like but she was good at it, and a majority of her life was dedicated and depended on it, overall she doesn't have bad memories about school perse, so I guess you could say that she does.

Pet Peeves:

Loud food chewing, bad breath, meddling in her business, being patronized, people pointing out her baby face, people trying to manipulate, use or lie to her.

#obey me! #obey me #did what I could on picrew

[thebutterflyranger]

100 Diamonds in the Rough: Growing

This chapter is rated M for some adult-ish lines. It’s nothing smutty, just slightly sexual.

This chapter is laid THICC with Wilyss love and intimacy. In my opinion, an expecting Alyss is a powerful ethereal being. I don’t get to read fics like this…so I write them to fulfill my desire.

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095: Growing

Will smiled softly when he walked into their bedroom.

Alyss was asleep in bed, her body laying across it horizontally and her head resting on her arms. She was wearing nothing but a thin, over-sized tunic which barely went to her knees.

He wasn’t sure exactly what attracted him to her so strongly at the moment.

Maybe was the way she was positioned, laying on her side with her hips jutted out and her legs bare, or the way her hair fanned behind her like a pool of golden silk, or the way her lips were pouted in the cutest way. It might have been the fact that her shirt was white and slightly transparent, enabling him to see everything underneath. Or it could be the way her clothing draped over her body, clearly showing the small swell of her belly.

As he quietly moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside her feet, he realized it was all of those reasons at once.

As much as he didn’t want to wake her, he also wanted to talk to her. After being away from her for two weeks, he desperately missed his wife’s touch.

A quick glance out the window told him that it was almost sundown.

Maybe she hasn’t eaten dinner, he thought, and shamelessly took it as an excuse to wake her. He reached out and put a hand on her leg, gently sliding it up and down. She twitched at his touch and shifted slightly, but didn’t open her eyes. Will brought his hand up and squeezed her thigh gently, grinning when he saw that her pouty lips were protruding more and her eyes were squeezed shut.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered, leaning forward. “Wake up. Are you hungry?”

She murmured back a sleepy, “Hmmm?”

She stretched her body, turning herself onto her back and opening her arms out, her movements languid. Will moved his hand back down to her calf, and she finally blinked her eyes open to look at him smiling back at her.

Sleep had muddled her mind and she stared at him blankly for a split second, only to register his face and smile. She reached down for his hand, which he took in both of his.

“You’re back.” Her voice was soft and wispy from sleep. Will nodded and kissed her hand.

“I’m back.”

She shifted her body so that she was curled closer to him and could face him directly. He was not wearing his Ranger clothing, which told her that he had been home long enough to change and freshen up. He was dressed comfortably; a loose brown shirt with an open neck, and loose trousers that cuffed at the ankle.

“How was your mission.” She asked casually, taking her pointer finger in his hand to trail across his lips. “Did everything go well?”

“It did,” he said, poking her finger with the tip of his tongue. “What about you. How was your day?”

Alyss snorted. “I have been sleeping. All day. Every day.”

She placed her free hand gently onto her stomach, gliding it around in a small circle. “This baby you gave me, Will, is depleting me of my energy.” She tapped on his lips as she said it.

“Oh so this all my fault now?” Will squinted at her, moving her fingers away from his face. “I thought it took two to make one of these.”

“It does, but you put it inside me. So this is your fault.”

Will opened his mouth to argue, but couldn’t think of a valid retort, so he closed it. Alyss grinned up at him, content that she had won.

She glanced out the window and noticed, as he did a few minutes before, that the sun was setting. When she had first gone to bed, the sun was high in the sky, which meant that she had been sleeping for well over three hours.

And yet, she thought, mystified, I still feel drowsy.

Will asked her if she was hungry and she nodded her head, sitting up. She had not eaten since before her nap.

But as gazed up at him – his wavy hair tousled in the way that she loves, his open shirt showing his collarbones and the silver oakleaf settled between, his gentle eyes looking back at her – the thought of food was suddenly pushed to the back of her mind.

She missed his touch just as much as he missed hers. The feeling of want inside her was reflecting back in Will’s eyes.

They both craved the same thing.

He whispered softly, “Come here”

She scooted across the bed closer to him and slipped her arms underneath his shirt and around his waist. He held to him her tightly, rubbing her back slowly while pressing his lips to her cheek. He bent his head down to kiss her neck, and she smiled softly when she felt his teasing bites. She pushed away from him gently and forcing him to look up at her, bringing them nose to nose. His mouth formed a small pout at being pulled away, but she took it as an invitation to kiss him gingerly. She brought both of her hands to hold his face and kissed him one more time before looking at him in the eyes.

“The baby grew while you were away.” She almost laughed at the way his eyes lit up.

“I could tell,” He said, bringing his hand to touch her stomach. “Show me.”

She untied the knot that held her tunic together and leaned all the way back to rest on her elbows, allowing the clothing to open and reveal her body.

Will expression softening and he hummed appreciatively at the sight of her. He placed his palm to the top of her middle then slide it down gently, appraising the small rise of her lower abdomen.

“It’s gotten so much bigger,” he breathed. He grinned up at her and said jokingly, “I think the baby is getting over its shyness.”

In the past three months of expecting, Alyss had not experienced any drastic physical changes. Even though the baby was growing, she was not gaining much weight, which meant she didn’t show through her clothes. It had taken her getting naked and turning to the side for Will to clearly see the small slope of her navel. This had worried her at first, because the reason she wasn’t gaining weight was due her morning sickness, which not only ruined her appetite but also prevented her from keeping much food inside her system.

But at seventeen weeks pregnant, with her morning sickness long gone and her appetite stronger than before, Alyss was finally showing clear signs of having a baby inside of her.

Her pants were getting tighter. Her dresses were hiking up over her middle more often. The strong lines of her jaw and cheekbones were softening. Her shoes were getting harder to slip into.

And her belly wasn’t the only thing getting bigger.

She smiled quietly when she felt Will fingers glide up and curve around her breast.

He noticed too, she thought.

“They’re heavier,” he said. His voice was soft but curious, and he was looking at them intently. Her breasts had always been sizable, but now they had grown to the size where he could cover one with both of his hands.

Alyss nodded, putting her hand on top of his to feel for herself. “Apparently that’s what happens when you’re pregnant. They have to grow to be able to produce milk for the baby.”

His eyebrows raised and his mouth opened in an: “Ahh.”

His innocence amused her and she smiled. The feeling of his hands roaming felt good on her sensitive skin of her chest and stomach, and she basked in it, closing her eyes and letting her head roll back.

She felt his lips press onto her middle and heard him say in a soft voice, “Look at how beautiful you are.”

The corners of Alyss’ mouth tilted up. “Thank you, gorgeous.”

Then, in the same tone, he said: “I wasn’t talking to you.”

Her eyes flew open at his unexpected words, and she laughed incredulously. “What? How does that make any sense? If you were talking to the baby that means you’re talking to me. The baby is part of me.”

“That’s fine,” Will shrugged. He hadn’t moved from his position and his hands were still on her. “But I was having a private conversation with my child. So please excuse us.”

Alyss looked at him through narrow eyes, but his eyes were still on her baby bump as he bent to kiss it again. She saw the hint of a smile on his lips. She rolled her eyes, knowing he was joking. She didn’t have the energy to continue the game, she let her eyes close again, laying back.

A few moments later, Will spoke again. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” She replied out of habit, realizing too late that she had walked into his trap again.

“Again,” Will said with a scoff. He gave her a look and said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I was not talking to you.”

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Okayyyy. There you go…hehe. Idk bro this the shit I wanna write pls. Wilyss is my life blood.

I already have a couple ideas for my next few chapters, but if any of you guys have suggestions feel free to ask. If I like one a lot, I might just write it.

#redoing this #hopefully this will show up in the tags #rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #ra #will treaty #alyss mainwaring #100ditr #my work #mine #ra fanfic #rangers apprentice fanfiction #wilyss #my writing #treaty children au

[rose-of-fair]

A Magical Miracle (Julian x Apprentice)

( @aoi-hina lots of cuteness and silly shenanigans <3)

       The sound of pattering steps on the wooden floor caught Jenna’s attention. Stopping her lunch preparations she was happily greeted by a small toddler, her daughter. Her auburn curly hair made her look very much like her father Julian but her contagious smile was all her mothers. Her daughter raised her arms up above her head and giggled.        “Pick me up!” She raised her tiny voice.        Jenna removed her apron and let her long brown hair loose from the pin that was holding it all together. She reached down and lifted her daughter high up in the air, eliciting a squeal of excitement from her daughter. Jenna couldn’t help but laugh at her silly antics and began to twirl with her daughter in her arms in the small kitchen. Mother and daughter shared a laugh that brought the attention of a familiar face, husband and father, Julian Devorak. He leaned his tall frame against the kitchen door with a soft smile of his own. His linen shirt unbuttoned down the collar for the relief of the hot summer air. Julian was never one to dress appropriately for the summer weather, nor was it helping to keep Jenna focused on the task at hand. As the female magician brought her daughter down, she looked over at her husband and smiled.        “Would you be a dear and take our daughter outside to play? I still need to prepare our lunches.”        “Of course! I will keep our little princess busy until lunch is ready.” Julian walked over to Jenna and kissed her forehead affectionately. Their daughter pouted.        “Lunch not ready?” The daughter looked up at them sadly. Julian petted her head and lifted her up into his awaiting arms.        “Not yet, sweetheart. Let’s go play, shall we?” She hugged her dad and silently nodded in agreement. Julian carried her outside to the yard beside the kitchen view while Jenna continued her preparations. Today’s meal, veggie soup! Jenna gathered the assortment of vet ales and began cutting them and throwing it in the large pot that bubbled with a delicious broth, courtesy from one of Mazelinka’s recipes. The calm ambient sounds came to a crashing halt when she heard Julian yell. The sudden screech made her stop cutting the carrot she was holding and rushing to the window to see what on earth was going on.        “Are you alright, Julian?” said Jenna. She looked around the yard and saw Julian flat on her back and her daughter squealing with glee. At first, Jenna was confused, what was Julian yelling about? She thought as she crossed her arms across her chest. Upon further inspection she noticed bubbles floating around her daughter. Bubbles?        “Julian?” She called again. Julian sat upholding their daughter at arms reach and looked in Jenna’s way.        “My dear, you must come and see this.” Jenna couldn’t tell if he worried or astonished.        “See what exactly?”        “Our daughter! I think she ca—”        SPLASH!        Just when Julian was about to speak a ball of water formed above his head and fell on top of his head, soaking his hair and shirt. Jenna rushed out into the yard and looked between their daughter and Julian. Julian locked eyes with her and silently nodded.        “I think our princess here has some magic in her.” Julian grinned like the proud father he was.        “So it seems. Go get changed. I will bring Asra here to help with this situation.” Jenna spoke as she held onto her daughter in her arms.        “Can’t you do something about it?” Julian mused.        “Not to the full extent. I could try and seal her magic but I don’t want to do that to our daughter. It’s better for her to learn how to control her powers at an early age,” she paused before continuing, “Besides, Asra is a wonderful teacher. I am certain they can teach our daughter many things that I could not.”        “You go get Asra and I will make sure our princess here is fed and ready to learn!” Julian spoke enthusiastically. His grey eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning, it was a cute sight Jenna admitted. She placed her daughter on the couch and kissed her forehead affectionately.        “I will be right back, sweetie. You be a good girl and eat all your vegetables.” Her daughter silently nodded and the female magician was off.

       It didn’t take Jenna long before she stood anxiously before Asra’s shop. It brought back so many wonderful and strange memories. If it wasn’t for Asra, she wouldn’t be here. She owed them everything. Dismissing the deep and invading thoughts, Jenna fixed her glasses and quickly combed through her long hair before knocking. After the first knock, the door swung open to a smiling Asra and Faust sitting comfortably on their neck.        “Jenna! What are you doing here?” Asra brought her into a tight embrace. She couldn’t help but smell lavender on them.        “Look, Asra. I need your help.”        “Of course. I would do anything for you.” Asra said with surprise. They looked deep into Jenna’s eyes and nodded. As if knowing the exact reason she was here.        “My daughter is showing some signs of magic in her. She created bubbles and dumped water on Julian this afternoon.”        Asra laughed.        “Water magic! That’s wonderful news. It’s a sort of magic I am very familiar with. Let me guess you need my help?”        “If you wouldn’t m—” Asra cut her off.        “Of course. I will gladly help teach her how to control it safely.”        Relief washed over Jenna.        “Thank you so much, Asra!” She smiled and hugged them again.        “Shall we get going?” said Asra as they lifted their arm for her to take.        “Let’s hurry. I worry about Julian.” Asra locked the shop door and the two casually walked at a slow pace down the pathway.        “I’m sure he is fine.”

      “I’m not fine!” yelled Julian.        Jenna opened the door to see the room covered in bubbles from floor to ceiling. So much so she couldn’t see anything in front of her. Only the laughter of her daughter and husbands screeches could she navigate her way through the bubble wall safely. Julian was on the floor and looked up to see his wife standing there. He tried to remove the bubble beard that formed around his face, but more appeared despite his efforts.        “Care to give me a hand, my dear?” Julian sounded exhausted. She extended a hand forward and helped Julian stand up.        “Nice beard.” She laughed.        “Do you now? It is quite a fashion statement.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.        “More like a fashion disaster.” Mused Asra, catching the attention of everyone in the room, including their daughter who looked at them curiously.          Julian snickered.        “Good to see you are in high spirits, Asra.”        “I am now that I got to see you like this,” Asra said with a smug on their face. Jenna stepped in between them, “Now, now you two. We are here to help out daughter. Not burn each other.” The two nodded in agreement. A silent truce….for now. Asra spotted Jenna’s daughter immediately and crouched at her eye level. A soft charming smile of their own.        “Hi there. I’m Asra, a family friend. Do you want to play a game?” Hearing this made Julian groan in frustration, “Asra, my good old pal, we aren’t here to play games.”        “Actually, I think Asra is onto something. Just watch and learn, husband.” Jenna smiled knowingly. Asra was a terrific teacher and always had a way to teach without it making you feel like you were learning. The two watched Asra carefully. They sat on the floor patiently while the daughter got herself down from the cushion and sat in front of them. Her bright grey eyes lit up with excitement.        “We are going to play a game on who can stop the bubbles from spread the fastest.”        “Fastest?” She asked.        Asra nodded, “Yes the fastest. Want me to show you a trick on how to do it?”       “Mhmm!” The daughter indicated.       “Imagine yourself popping the bubbles as fast as you can. What you think in your head happens in real life. Watch.” Asra closed their eyes and slowly inhaled and as they exhaled, the bubbles around them began to vanish. Their daughter gasped.      “Woah!” She yelled. Her little legs bouncing with energy, “I wanna, I wanna.”      “Ok, ok. Let’s take it slow,” said Asra.      “First close your eyes.” Asra waited until they followed their instructions.      “Excellent. Now breathe in and out slowly.” The daughter calmed her breathing down. Julian couldn’t help but stand in complete shock. His princess was hanging on to every word Asra said!       “Now imagine you are popping as many bubbles as possible.”        Everyone held their breath in anticipation and waited for the magic to happen. Slowly but surely the bubbles around her were disappearing. First, it was one bubble at a time and suddenly clumps of bubbles were vanishing faster than Jenna could keep track. Asra chuckled and beamed with pride.        “You are doing it! Keep it going.” they encouraged.        “I’m gonna win.” She pouted, her eyes stilled closed. Suddenly the bubbles in the room vanished completely, not a single one could be found. Asra turned to Jenna.        “It seems your daughter also has the power of words. She will grow up to be a very powerful magician. I can feel it.”        “Powerful!” Faust emerged from Asra’s shirt collar and flicked her tongue at the little toddler.        “Can I learn to do this too?” Julian asked almost timidly. It warmed Jenna’s heart to hear him speak of magic so fondly.        “Perhaps,” Asra pondered his words for a moment, “If you can learn a few tricks, you can help your daughter when I’m not around.”        “That sounds like a deal.” Julian raised his hand out to Asra, who took it and shaken hands. Asra scooped up the little girl in his arms and gave her to Jenna who carefully took the now drowsy toddler in her arms, brushing her wavy auburn hair affectionately.        “Before I go,” Asra rummaged through their pockets and pulled out a tiny amethyst necklace, and placed it in Jenna’s hand, “Take this. It won’t seal her powers, but it will control it so she doesn’t hurt herself.”        “Thank you, Asra. I really appreciate you helping.”        “Call me again if you have any questions or concerns.” Asra let themselves out and waved at Jenna before descending the staircase.” Closing the door, Jenna turned around and noticed Julian seated on the couch fast asleep. Her heart melted at the scene before her and quietly placed her daughter beside them. The two looked identical when asleep. Jenna thought fondly. Grabbing a thick green blanket from the nearby basket, she draped the cosy cloth over the two of them.

       This was just the beginning for a long and crazy life ahead of her. She couldn’t have asked for a better life.

#the arcana #julian devorak #rosewrites #writing commission #aoi-hina #fan apprentice #apprentice jenna

[homesteadchronicles]

It’s not Thursday, but I feel that I must ask a question. Perhaps multiple. I have been devouring your Kingdom Come posts, and have a strong urge to add my illustration skills (slim as they are) to your beautiful world. What do your favorites look like? What do they wear? What lovely sun-bathed situation are we likely to find them in?

First off, please always feel complete freedom to ask questions any day of the week! I, unfortunately, only have times to answer them on Thursdays more often than not. But anyone can shoot me an ask or a message whenever they want to!

Secondly, oh my goodness yes please that would make my entire life!!! Seriously, I saw this message after a very overwhelming day and the thought that someone would want to make art for something I’ve written about? That’s a dream come true, and it couldn’t have been a more timely encouragement to me. So thank you, thank you, thank you for even considering doing so! I’m beyond grateful that you’ve been enjoying all that I’ve been releasing about Kingdom Come, and even more thankful that you’d wish to bring it to life.

Full disclosure: I…kind of suck at character descriptions. Weird, right? For whatever reason, I just am not good at designing what a character looks like, despite my own love of fashion. I spent the night you sent me this making an (admittedly jumbled) list of ideas I had for five out of my seven protagonists, since those were the ones I had the clearest vision on. Feel free to include or exclude whatever details you so choose! I don’t mind you taking any artistic liberties you feel so inclined to take. Draw whatever, whoever and however you like!

Royan: Being born and raised in the frigid North, he has pale skin, often chapped or calloused from spending days outside in training or on missions. Royan might be reluctant to admit it, but Oeden’s all too eager to out Royan as a pretty boy. Thus, he spends a good chunk of time every morning fluffing his hair, golden blonde like his mother. It’s about medium-length, often brushed back - you know, typical male model style. As the temperatures in Aeonor are oftentimes below freezing, he has to bundle up. Probably a fancy tunic, a fur cape (a trophy from the first hunt he and his father, Kaiser Magnus, went on together - sewn from the hide of his prize, by the hands of his sister, Eirys), with a brooch clasping it together in the shape of a wolf. He’s a little lanky, still fully growing into the form of a man, but starting to at least work out with his muscles - mostly to impress people. Lightly toned muscularly, generally skinny, with soft, rounded features. Always wearing a goofy smile. Keeps his longsword at his side more often than not, but conveniently “forgets” to wear his crown - a silver circlet than encircles his head (and makes his head itch). His color scheme primarily sticks with grey bases and accents of purple and blue. On his right hand is the symbol of life.

Medea: Medea has surprisingly strong facial features. She has a pronounced chin, full lips, and, while not chubby by any means, has a healthy amount of meat on her bones. She has a full head of wavy black hair that falls to her chest, often adorned with a golden crown. As is customary for the Al-Hassian people, she has dark skin, burnt by the desert (think more Arabian, not African). Medea’s primary colors are ruby red and gold. Her most iconic outfit would be the red ballroom gown she wears to the Feast of the Five Kings, complete with a chunky golden necklace featuring a set of rubies in the center. She wears a more casual version of this outfit with a flowign red robe under a black undershirt and pants, and a golden sash. For shoes, she prefers heels, but can be found in cozy yellow slippers when lounging about, too. When showing off or in combat, Medea wears a golden gauntlet with a pauldron like a roaring lion at the left shoulder. On her left hand is the symbol of death. Often wearing an obnoxious amount of bangles and rings. Not for any magical purpose, just because she’s gaudy and likes everyone to know it.

Kasumi: Somehow, Kasumi manages to be even paler than Royan. Although her nation’s people can range from light-skinned to lightly-tanned, her time spent almost exclusively in the shadows has made her seem viable to disappear at any moment. Kasumi has not cut her hair in years, leaving it floor-length when not tied back. Her hair, however, is incurably straight and a bit frizzy. Kasumi keeps her hair up in a bun or in braids when working, but lets her hair down when she’s comfortable…which is only when she’s alone in her room. On the job, Kasumi wears a mask, as is customary for the Shadows. Her mask takes the form of a butterfly (akin to Lucina’s from Fire Emblem Awakening), but outlined in gold and the metal is painted in hues of violet, lavender, etc. She is almost always seen wearing her work uniform (think typical espionage-esque clothing). She feels horribly uncomfortable in the patterned dresses she needs to wear to formal events when she is a royal instead of a soldier. She is shockingly muscular underneath all of her armor, but most people wouldn’t see it, and rather flat-chested (…is that weird for me to say?). The most striking feature about her would be the litany of runic tattoos running up her right arm - both alphabetical symbols and images.

Oeden: Unlike Royan, Oeden does not feel the need to be noticeable. He feels as though he attracts enough attention with the rumors circulating around the castle about him, and as such, prefers to remain as invisible as possible. The first thing he puts on every morning is a set of leather gloves - a gift from his father, Knight Commander Elyk - to protect against accidental prophecies from making contact with people. He wears a simple tunic and trousers along with boots that are always laced loosely (he wishes he could wear sandals, but it’s not worth the frostbite). Having been born with vitiligo, he hides a majority of his skin with a cloak around his body. He used to wear a poorly-sewn grey one, but he alternates between a golden one sewn by Eirys for his birthday or a fur robe his mother, Nadielle, bought for him. His color scheme consists of more neutral colors, primarily white, with earthy accents like brown and gold. Being the offspring of a Northern man and a Southern woman, Oeden bears a mixture of their unique features. He has his mother’s sharp bone structure, but inherited his hair from his father’s genes. Thus, the curly orange mop. He doesn’t bother styling it unless it interferes with his sight - who does he have to impress? Can be seen accessorizing only with a number of lucky charms handcrafted by his mother, a surprisingly superstitious woman. The only other thing to note are the shackles eternally wound round his ankles - a symbol of the sacrifice of his freedom to the Sealed God. The sound of the chains rattling against the cathedral’s stone floors precedes his entrance.

Carmila: Here’s the thing with Carmila: she would want to dress differently than how she does now. She wants to look like all those highfalutin nobles, when in actuality, she’s stuck trekking through the mud like a hot mess of poverty and ill-begotten bullheadedness. I’ve always envisioned her in heeled boots, ones she would helplessly attempt to scrape the mud of the swamps off of day and night. She typically wears a brown bodice with a puffy white undershirt, complimented by a faded pink peasant skirt. The jewelry she wears is all fake - fool’s gold necklace, lapis lazuli instead of sapphires in her earrings, etc. She’s a little on the chubbier side (a fact which the noble girls make fun of her for, and her fiancee loves her for), having big-bonedness run in the family. She has dark brown hair tied in a ponytail at the side. She almost never lets her hair down. Her natural hair is curly, but she straightens it to match the Southern noble style, much to Emerico’s dismay.

There you have it! I hope that all made sense? Feel free to ask for any further clarification - I know my late night thoughts were jumbled. I hope that’s enough to work with!

Also, if by “sun-bathed situation”, you mean “can I draw them as if the cast went to on a trip in some sort of anime filler episode to the beach?” then the answer is heck yes you can! There’s a whole lot of beaches in Via Evelis to choose from where they could kick back and relax together in some alternate, probably happier, universe. Just, y’know…keep it classy. I got a family-friendly blog to run here LOL

#ask #anon ask #kingdom come

[ryqoshay]

How to Handle a Nico: Nico’s Salon

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1.3k Rating: K Time Frame: At the end of the first semester of Maki’s first year of college and Nico’s third. Story Arc: Stand Alone

List of all HtHaN scenes

Author’s note: At some point during the creation of the NicoMaki pic I happily commissioned from @myonmukyuu, our conversation turned to the frequency of Maki’s haircuts and the possibility of Nico being the one to cut it at some point. A few days simmering on the back burner turned the ideas from that convo into this.

“Maki-chan!” The purple-haired girl greeted, opening the door. “Long time, no see!”

“Hey, Nozo…” The redhead was cut off by a yawn.

“Everything going alright?” Nozomi leaned forward to get a better look at the college freshman.

“’M fine…” Maki stated, though probably nowhere near as convincingly as she would have liked. “Jus’ glad finals are over.”

“I see. Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m on my way over to Elicchi’s.”

“Mmm…”

“Have fun with Nicocchi.” Nozomi smiled and moved past the younger girl before departing down the hall.

“Mmm…” Maki’s reply came seconds too late as the door was already closing behind her.

“Oh, hey, Maki-chan.” Nico said, rounding the corner to the entryway.

“Hey, Nico-chan.” Maki replied, feeling herself brighten a little as she greeted the girl she had come to visit.

“I wasn’t expecting you to get here so early. I haven’t even gone to get groceries yet.”

“Sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it. But…” The raven-haired girl gave the redhead a quick inspection “I know college kids these days dress casually, but you could pass as a NEET or worse, a hikikomori.”

“You’re one to talk.” Maki grumbled, nodding towards the other girl’s attire as she removed her own shoes.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t out in public like this.”

“I’ve… been busy.”

“Yeah, so have I.” Nico sniffed as she approached. “Well, at least you’ve been bathing properly.”

“Wha?” Maki felt her cheeks flush.

“But geez, look at your hair.” Nico reached up to touch the band that was loosely holding the other girl’s hair over her shoulder.

“Hey…” Maki recoiled in surprise. The motion caused the band to come off in Nico’s hand.

“I’m pretty sure the sole heiress of the Nishikino hospital shouldn’t be out and about sporting split ends like that. People will talk, you know.”

“That’s none…” Maki stopped herself as Nico raised an eyebrow. “I’ll, uhm... go to my stylist tomorrow.”

“Nonsense. I can cut it now.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” The older girl said decisively, grabbing her junior’s hand. “I can’t do anything about your clothes, but I can at least do something about your hair.”

“W-wait, Nico-chan!” Maki protested as she found herself being dragged down the hall.

“Nope.” Upon entering the bathroom, she let go and turned to face Maki. “Wait here.”

“Uhm…”

“Be right back.” She moved past the redhead and back into the apartment.

True to her word, barely a moment later, Nico returned with a chair and an old sheet with a slit cut through it. “Have a seat.”

Hesitantly, Maki obeyed the command she had been given. “You have a special sheet for this?” She questioned as the cloth was draped around her.

“I used to cut my siblings’ hair to help save money growing up.” Nico explained. “Mom bought a better one when I moved out so I took this one. I use it to cut Nozomi’s hair now. Sometimes Eli’s. And I even taught Nozomi to cut mine.” She sounded quite proud of herself with that last point. “And now it’s Maki-chan’s turn.”

“I see…”

“Geez, Maki-chan, you’re so tense.” Nico commented as Maki hunched into herself as the sheet was secured.

“I ju… I uhm…” Maki sputtered.

“Relax. Relax.” Nico started massaging her fingers across the other girl’s scalp.

“I’ve just never had, uhm… someone… else? cut my hair before.”

“Someone… else?” Nico repeated, even mimicking the inflection. “You’ve had the same stylist your whole life?”

“That’s… not what I mean. I, uhm…”

“Someone who isn’t a professional.”

“Uhm… yeah…”

“Well now you have. Or will. Or whatever. And Nico is no amateur. So just relax.”

Maki took a slow breath as Nico continued her movements. It did actually feel pretty good; Nico was fairly justified in her claims thus far. And while her normal stylist had massaged her scalp before, it had never been for this long, nor had it made her feel so relaxed. Maki’s shoulders slowly started loosening and after a few moments, her eyes…

“And you know, you should feel honored.”

“Huh?” Maki’s eyes blinked open. How long had they been closed?

“Nico doesn’t lend her super special cutting skills to just anyone’s hair.”

“Super special?”

“Obviously. Nico is the No. 1 Hair Stylist in the Universe. So only those worthy of her talents may receive them.”

“… Idiot…”

“You like it.”

“Maybe…”

Nico giggled. “Relaxed now?’

“Yeah…” Maki leaned back into the chair.

“Good, then let’s get to work.”

That said, Nico immediately began running a comb through wavy red tresses. She grimaced as the teeth slid through to the frayed ends.

“What’s wrong?” Maki asked.

Nico jolted. She had forgotten about the mirror in front of them; Maki could see her expressions. “Just a shame to see such lovely hair get like this.”

Pink tinged the younger girl’s cheeks. “Like I said, I’ve been busy…”

“I know.” Nico sighed. “I’m also lamenting not noticing it earlier. I guess we both really have been that busy if we haven’t even hung out in that long.”

“Mmm…”

Snip

“And off go the first.” Nico said, watching the hairs fall onto the sheet.

“…”

Snip Snip Snip

“So how did your finals go, Maki-chan?”

“Fine…”

Snip Snip

“Did well on them?”

“Yeah…”

Snip

“Looking forward for a little bit of time off?”

“Mmm…”

Snip Snip

“Not much of a conversationalist today, are you?”

“Mmm…”

Nico giggled.

“Huh?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it, Maki-chan.”

“… Alright…”

“It won’t take me too much longer.”

Maki felt incredibly comfortable for some reason. She wasn’t sitting in a high-end barber chair, rather just a simple, wooden one. She had an old, repurposed sheet wrapped around her instead of a styling cape. There were no professional tools to be found, though at least the sheers looked somewhat similar to what she would expect. And she was in Nico’s bathroom, staring at their reflections. And yet, she was very much at ease. The stress of the last few weeks suddenly seemed distant as she focused on Nico’s gentle, but precise movements. It was very comforting. So much so… that she felt… she could almost fa…

Nico felt the younger girl’s head lull against her hand. A quick glance up at the mirror confirmed her suspicions and she couldn’t help but smirk. Thankfully, it was only a quick trim and she was almost done. Gently, she leaned Maki’s head against her chest so she could free her hand to grasp the last few sets of strands.

Snip Snip Snip

Done.

One last thing. Nico pulled her phone out of her pocket, aimed it at the mirror and…

Click

Another shot for her collection of sleeping Maki pics.

Gorogoro

Nico snickered.

“Mmm…?” Maki’s eyes opened slowly, just in time for her stomach to growl again.

“Guess I should go pick up stuff for dinner, huh?” Nico chuckled as their eyes met in the mirror. “That was originally why you were coming over tonight, right?”

“Actually…” It took a moment for the redhead to gather her thoughts. “Maybe we can order something to be delivered? My treat?”

“Oh?”

“As thanks for the trim.” Maki’s hand reached up to twirl her slightly shorter hair.

“That would save me a trip,” Nico looked down at her clothes, “and probably having to get changed to do so.”

“So, any preferences?”

“Nah, you pick, Maki-chan. You know what I like.” Nico started removing the sheet from Maki’s shoulders. “I’ll clean up in here while you order.”

“Alright.” Maki nodded and stood. She walked out of Nico’s Sal… bathroom feeling far better than she had all day. Retrieving her phone from her book bag, she quickly found the number of a local favorite and dialed. As the line connected, her free hand once again moved up to play with her hair and she couldn’t help but smile.

Author’s Note Continued: Maki probably says “uhm” more in this scene than in the combined total of any dozen or so randomly selected scenes. But in her defense - or in my as the author - her brain is fried from a week of finals, and however many weeks spent studying prior.

Also, I have no doubt I will be referencing this scene in future scenes; something that points to this merely being the first time. I’m not entirely sure how I’ll do it just yet, I just know that I will. Cutting her hair just becomes one more thing Nico likes doing for Maki. And Maki likes the personal attention Nico is able to provide, above and beyond any paid professional.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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4. Sorry Not Sorry

4. Sorry Not Sorry

Avery was not going to find heartthrob Max Kelly standing off to the side of all the action. She decided to start her celebrity hunt at the bar. She doubted he got his own drinks but someone would know where he was.

Wanting to look the part but also remembering the purpose of the night, she opted out on a cocktail. Instead she found herself at the bar with a beer.

Everything about tonight was unusual.

It wasn’t long before she heard whispers about Max.

“Well I hear he’s still hooking up with his ex.”

“And I know for a fact is this guy has got to be hard core into drugs or the booze. No one that famous can be T-total clean.”

It was good gossip but it wasn’t getting her any reliable material for her story.

Two men tried buying Avery a drink. Each time she declined their beer and offer for company. After being half way through bottle number two, she was at a dead end at the bar. She was no closer to finding Max Kelly then she was when she originally arrived.

Hand firmly around her drink; she made a conscious decision to slow down before she took her part in this play too far too soon.

Avery started to make a round about the giant room that was the club. A song came on that she heard while shopping tonight with Ainsley. She quietly bobbed her head to herself.

She stopped walking once her feet met the edge of the dance floor. Everyone was so close to each other, all leaning in to whisper in ears of their friends because the music was too loud.

Doing a wide scan of the room, Avery’s head keep a light bob to the beat of the music.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up to attention. She knew immediately there was a man behind her. As she was turning  to decline anything he was about to offer, he stops her with a whisper, “A woman who drinks beer. A rarity nowadays. I’m more than certain most of the ladies in here are drinking a Cosmo.”

He finally leans away but he doesn’t go too far. She turned ready to shoo him away like she had the others. In case he scared off Max Kelly.

She was a met with quite the surprise.

Max Kelly had come to her.

He was more gorgeous than he looked in photographs. Avery, under any other circumstances, would have drooled over him. He was the classic handsome that teenage girls selected for posters in their rooms.

However she was on a mission, those willow green eyes and wavy black hair had to stop playing tricks on her. She had to keep her head in the game.

Once he realized she was sizing him up and with no shame at that, Max held a palm out, requesting her hand.

Avery had seen this move in the movies and yet she was still not expecting him to kiss the back of her hand when he did.

Trying to play the role of gentleman? This guy was too much to handle.

He leaned in again, “What might your name be?”

“I’m Avery. Most people call me Ace.”

He was already smiling at her when she said Avery but her nickname threw him for a loop as he leaned back chuckling. He spoke up but didn’t invade her space, “You really must be a Warrior Princess with a name like that.”

She smiled and reminded her heart to stay firmly in her chest. No time for small talk. Brass tax it had to be. “Who is that big guy behind you?” She waved at what had to be Max’s bodyguard.

Max explained but a song louder than the last came on and she couldn’t hear him. She moved this whole charade along, “I’m having a hard time hearing you.”

He takes her hand in his own. Guiding her, he leads her to the farthest side of the club, away from everything. Lively but a much more quiet section of the club, a mini bar set up among the couches.

Avery kept some space between them, beer and her hands in her lap.

“That.” he nodded at the tall bald guy a couch or two away, “Is my bodyguard Michael.”

She smiled, “Do you use him often?”

He gave her a cocky grin before inquiring, “So you do know who I am?”

She decided since so much of this involved secrecy she would be honest with him when she could. “I would have to live under a rock to not know that you’re Max Kelly.”

“You’re blunt.”

“Most would people say so. Yes.”

“Good.” Max could hear Chase in his head saying he needed less Hollywood treatment in his life.

His mind let him wonder what Chase would think of this girl.

Wait? Since when did anyone skip his bed and roll right into meeting the best friend?

He inwardly shook his head free from her spell. She hadn’t even been in his arms yet and Max was already giving her special treatment.

He found himself asking more about her, “Where are you from Ace?”

For some reason when he used her nickname she didn’t cringe nor did it make her want to punch him in the face. It was natural coming from his lips. Beautiful full lips.

Avery focused. “I was born in New York. Later I was brought up in Georgia.”

“Interesting, which state do you like the best?”

Who was interviewing whom?

“Each state has something to offer.”

“Spoken like a politician. Answering but not answering.”

“Still honest.” She flipped the script, recalling she had a job to do. “I’m surprised you’re alone. You usually have an entourage of people. At least that’s what the pictures say.”

Inquiring but in a relaxed manner. She was supposed to be digging for unknown information but casually.

Though he hadn’t known her long, Max found himself wanting to tell her his life story. He couldn’t figure out why. “Sometimes I guess I just miss being a normal dude. Even when I was just modeling back in the day, I had more down time to myself.”

“But you could have easily just stayed at home tonight.”

He couldn’t admit to her that his house was too empty these days. It was getting harder and harder to come back after a long day, week or month of movie shooting to come home to a bare house.

Instead he gave her a Max Kelly answer, “They have my favorite beer here.”

She noticed he gave her a peek inside the window of the real Max without saying a word. Much more than he had ever given anyone else.  His eyes really did tell a story—he was missing something.

She wanted more of that story. “Let me buy you a beer.”

A waitress stopped to flirt with Max. Undeterred, Avery ordered them both another drink.

He liked that she didn’t display any displeasure or jealousy in the attention he so frequently received. She was also direct. This woman was becoming more and more like a unicorn. Unseen, mysterious and magical.

“The next one is on me.” Max chuckled as their new drinks arrived.

She quickly shook her head no. He couldn’t help but watch her as the curls bounced to and fro. One word left her lips, “Nope.”

“Oh come on. What kind of man lets a woman buy?”

“The kind that keeps company with me.”

Avery questioned herself: Where was this coming from?

“Well Ace you are interesting company.”

The strangest part is that Avery could feel herself keeping up this playful banter.

After a swift thought, she puts her beer down, “Okay. You want to return the drink favor?”

Max was about to get the attention of another waitress.

“No more drinks. You and me Kelly. Dance floor.”

Avery stands fighting the urge to pull her dress down. Her clutch in one hand and her other using her pointer finger to beckon Max. She coaxes him to go back out into the noise.

Their beers finished and on the table the duo make their way to the music.

There was a mix playing. Off went Ariana Grande and on came Avery’s shower favorite.

Demi Lavato- Sorry Not Sorry.

In that moment she was just Avery. And she was just having fun with a new friend.

The way that yelp of happiness left her, made Max aware that this was her jam.

“Show me that Ace up your sleeve girl!”

And she did just that. No one approached them but everyone watched.

Avery’s hair was in her face, curls bouncing from side to side. Her hips switched with the beat and she wasn’t sorry. She guessed the three beers had set in because something in her allowed her normal reserve loose for the evening.

She noticed that Max was noticing her and not really dancing. She walks up to him, those hips not missing a beat and she whispers in his ear, “You can’t dance or something?”

The Hollywood star gave her a diamond smile, “Or something.”

“I guess I’ll bring the dancing to you then.”

She danced around him, on impulse she patted his butt. The only look of surprised he showed was a raised eyebrow.

Avery yelled, “Come on Max! Show me what you got! Work off that beer you owe me!”

Max was a leader, always had been. He took over, braking out his best dance moves. He was relaxed for the first time in a long time. His chest popped and the rest of his muscles ebbed and flowed like water. He hadn’t moved like this in years.

As soon as the thought of regretting this in the morning entered his mind, it just as fast exited as he watched Avery retaliate. There was some move he swore she stole from Beyoncé who in all honestly stole it from Tina Turner but, who’s worried about dance history?

The sass in the air slap, Avery’s walk better than any model he had every seen. Though her bottom was the second attribute he noticed, her legs being the first—he had never seen a butt move like hers.

The floor was his again and they went back and forth once more until Max bent over and grabbed her by the legs, pulling Avery close.

Before Max stood and spun her around, all she could see was Michael giving them the thumbs up from the front of the crowd. This made her fist pump in the air in acknowledgment.

It hadn’t hit her what they just did all of this in a downtown Los Angeles club until they were laughing together outside. The cool air welcomed from the hot dancing that just went on inside.

“I guess that’s your power song?” Max laughed as he texted his driver for a pickup.

“More like my shower song.” More honesty.

He pictured her naked but immediately decided, now wasn’t the time.

“Well Mr. Kelly.” Her voice cut into his thoughts before they could go anywhere else. “It was very pleasurable meeting you.”

She taps her phone, finds the Uber app and is about to head home. She hadn’t really gotten any details other than Max’s hidden talent of pop, lock and dropping it on the dance floor.

This was going to take some time. Another meeting or two should do it.

Hopefully.

A light shines in her face before she can finish selecting a cab. Max’s Uber app is open. He already slected an UberSelect. She justed needed to punch in her address. “No. Allow me to get you home.”

His smiled was genuine. “It was lovely meeting you as well Ace.”

Avery shook her head in disbelief but used his phone; something tells her this would get her another chance to meet him somehow.

“Maybe one day you’ll tell me how you got that nickname?” As he inquired, she handed her phone back. She only had three minutes before her ride was here.

“One day?” As in he wanted to see her again?

Max nodded, “One day.”

They both goofily grinned at each other as a red 2017 Mercedes CLA met Avery at the curb.

He got the back door for her, “One day.”

“Until then Mr. Kelly.”

He tipped his imaginary hat to her and closed the door. Max watched as the Uber took her as far as he could see before getting into the back of the Range Rover.

“You know Mike, you disappear when Tracey comes around. The night I find the unicorn I can’t shake you.”

“A unicorn, Mr. Kelly?”

“You know, when you meet someone unlike anyone you’ve ever known before.”

“Ahh. Well, look at it this way…With your theory, as long as I’m near there will be no more Tracey and more time with the unicorn.”

Max’s smile faded, “I didn’t get her number!”

“You didn’t get a phone number?!” The driver and the bodyguard couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah I was too busy making sure she got home safe.”

The driver was impressed at his chivalry,

An idea popped into Michaels head, “That’s it! You got her address.”

Max frowned, “Thanks Mike. That’s not stalkerish at all.”

“Hey anything for a unicorn right?”

“Well,” Max looked out the window into the night life of Los Angeles, a small smile broke his frown,“…maybe one day…”