#and your ‘jokes’ aren’t funny they are triggering darling

[musei-thoughts]

𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘮𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1634𝘸.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧. 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦.

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘺𝘺𝘺𝘺 :𝘋

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦.

“Ahahahaha, What are your plans now Mr. Mafiaman? I got your old daddio locked up in my basement!”

You laughed evilly from the top of the stairways as lavender eyes glares up at you. “You think you’re so funny, aren’t you?

You’re wrong. I’m going to show you what a real mafia is.”

A smirk makes its way into you lips, daring the fuming mafia boss. “You better not hold back and disappoint me; I do have high hopes for you.” You said, approaching the male. 'omg he's so big in person.' you swooned mentally.

Luca took his pistol out, pointing it at your direction. “Now you know what to expect if you continue to fool me.”

Internally, you were like: ‘Seriously? A gun? That all you got?’ but you decided to make more fun of Luca. A fake gasp escapes from your lips, “Oh nooo, are you gonna shoot me?! Oh, please noo, I have so much to live for…" You fake cried.

Luca stares at you with a look of disbelief. His reaction makes you burst into laughter, “You can try me darling~”

“You really like to push my buttons, don’t you?” He aims his pistol at your head, glaring right at you.

Before he could pull the trigger, you swat his arm aside, making him shoot the vase behind you. Catching him off guard, you pulled his arm and flipped him over your shoulder, his body slamming onto the ground. You pressed your red stilettos onto his expensive tuxedo, “I do like to push your buttons.” The sadistic grin on your face made him feel weak.

Luca pushes your leg off and quickly gets up, keeping a safe distance from you. You were not someone he can lower his guards around. Someone who makes him excited like this is dangerous. “Who told you of my father’s whereabouts? How did you get your hands on him?!” He barked.

“Hmmm? Wanna know my secrets? How about…

No.”

You playfully stick your tongue put at the mafia boss, provoking him even more. The irritation in his face never failed to amaze you. He wasn’t like this when he’s around his mafia, he was more carefree and....smiley.

“You better do more than ask if you want to know my deepest DARKEST secrets.” You joked.

“Fine, keep them to yourself for now.” Luca pulls out throwing knives, now having his turn to grin at you, ”Now I have a question for you. Do you want to live?” He questions before throwing it all at you in quick succession.

Knives were like raindrops to you as you walked towards Luca, swiftly dodging every blade that barely even scraped you smooth s/c skin. “Do I? I wonder Mr. Mafiaman…” Once you were in front of him, you pulled him down to your eye level by his collar, “…do YOU want to die?"

A cold sweat forms on Luca’s forehead. He wasn’t expecting the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins while you gazed at him intensely. He tries to hide the intimidated look on his face by grabbing an emergency pistol from his breast pocket and once more points it at you.

“Are you threatening me? You’re playing with fire.”

You just eyed the pistol, smirking slyly at the man. “Go on ahead, shoot me.”

His hands tightens around the revolver. He never intended things to end this way. He doesn’t want to kill a woman. His hands shook ever so slightly as his eyes bore into your fearless ones.

“Any final words?”

Lips curving into a mischievous smile, “Ligma balls, mafia man.”

“You little-“

Your remark catches him off guard, making him pull the trigger by accident. Confetti and glitters shoots out from the gun while you chuckled at his reaction. “Surprise~ I switched your gun with a party popper when you weren’t aware ;P”

He stares at the gun for a moment and his eyes go from wide to narrow. “You're lucky that was a joke gun.” He stands up and takes out a knife from his pocket.

“I still have other ways to kill you with.”

in a swift motion, Luca stabs her with the knife. Your eyes go wide and you fall forward, leaning on Luca. “Lu…ca you bastard…” You whimpered.

“…that's a retractable trick knife!” Your laughter echoes through the ballroom as you slapped your thigh in amusement.

Luca looked at the knife in his hand, pulling it away from you. It IS a retractable trick knife. ”How many tricks do you have left?!”

“Well, aside from pretending to kidnap your daddy and be your ‘fake’ archnemesis, I don’t have much.” You shrugged at him. Pretend? Luca was confused. Beyond confused. Who really are you?

Then, boisterous laughter emerges from the top of the stairway, making the two of you look at the source of the sound. It was…

“Papa?”

The bossman goes silent and drops the fake knife to his side. Mr. Kaneshiro smiled at you with a pat on the shoulder, “That was quite a show you put up back there, Y/n; I’m impressed.” You reciprocated his gesture, “Thank you Mr. Kaneshiro.” Luca just watched the two of you casually exchange words, completely confused and left out.

“You two know each other?”

Luca still doesn’t get it. He has seen his father with people before, but never this friendly. “I have agreed to arrange Y/n to be your wife.”

…

“W-What?!” Wife?! Marriage?! What is happening? “Why all of the sudden papa?!”

Mr. Kaneshiro saw his reaction and raised a brow at him, “Why’s your face like that? Do you have something to say boy?”

“N-no, sir.” He quickly drops his head down.

He still can't believe what's going on here. His father agreed to this marriage, and apparently, even knows you in a deep level.

His dad’s expression quickly changes into a smile, “Well, there's nothing to complain about, Y/n’s a great cook, she can defend herself, and she knows how the mafia works. She's the perfect wife for you. Admit that you DID have fun with her son.” Luca's dad smirks with a teasing gleam in his eyes.

Luca thinks for a few seconds. He can’t upset his father. “…yes. I did have fun with her.” He is still shocked by this situation, but somehow he's starting to come with terms with it.

“Really? You had fun~ Aww, that's cute.” You asked him with a teasing tone, leaning close to his face. “It's not funny!” He whines with a slight blush in his face.

He's very embarrassed to admit it, but in fact, he had a lot of fun with you. He starts considering the possibility of being married with you, although he's still shocked and embarrassed to admit it.

Seeing him all flustered and whining like this kept your brain well fed, making you giggle in delight.

The big buff mafia man getting all flustered at the news of unexpectedly getting married to you was like a cherry on top of a sundae. You couldn’t resist pulling Luca down by the collar, “You’re so cute, Luca.” you whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek before letting go of him.

A shiver went down his spine as you kissed his cheek. He looked at her, then at his father, and nodded his head in agreement.

“Fine. I'll marry her.”

Luca's dad nods in satisfaction, “I will deal with the paperwork. Welcome to the family, Y/n.” You quickly thanked him before he leaves.

Once Mr. Kaneshiro was out of sight, you smirked at Luca while poking his cheek playfully. “Would you look at that, that went well, didn't it, my love?” You asked.

“I guess I have a wife now, right? What did I just do? I just got married with someone I barely know.” He sighs in disbelief, rubbing his face with his big, gloved hands.

“Just tell me what we are going to do now.”

“Well, what does newlyweds do after they get married?” you looked at him for an answer but luca just shrugs. You grinned from ear to ear before replying: “Honeymoon.”

“Wait what?! We are already going in the honeymoon?” He starts getting nervous at your answer. ”I never did this before. What exactly happens in a honeymoon?” He tilts his head to the side, cutely pouting.

You stared at him in surprise. “ You really don't know?”

“I'm the mafia boss, not a husband.” He sighs. “No, I don't know what happens in a honeymoon.”

You thought for a while before explaining, “Well, it's a little vacation newlyweds spent together. They travel, go on dinner dates, exploring, and…” You leaned towards him and whispers into his ear: “…and get 'intimate' with each other.” You teased.

He feels a tingling sensation in his body as she whispers that into his ear. “You mean…” He blushes and looks away.

“Yeah. THAT.” You couldn’t help but fawn over the mafia boss’ cute, red face, “Awwww, is my husband shy?”

His face becomes even redder as he doesn't know what to say. “How can you be so calm at this situation? we barely know each other.” He looks at her with a mix of confusion, embarrassment and amazement. “Let's just say that I've had my eyes on you for quite a while.” You pinched his cheek.

You were…stalking him? A pretty woman stalking him? He blushes and his eyes widen a little bit. He didn't expect this. “Really?” He puts a hand on his cheek, feeling it a bit red from the pinch.

“Uhuh, and you were completely oblivious. How adorable of my husband.” Even as he's embarrassed and he still can't believe what's going on, he's having so much fun talking to her he can't help but laugh.

“You're mean, Y/n. You know that?”

“I know you enjoy it~” You teased.

“Oh you know I do…” He chuckles and pulls her closer to him, whispering in your ear:

“I also know what I want to do with you tonight.”

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘬𝘺𝘢𝘢.

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[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song viii.

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader   au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, angst, just straight up angst and drama, arguments, both seokjin and nana are frustrated, both have reasons to feel hurt, both make mistakes  words; 5,122

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii  • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

You looked at Nana, chest a little tight, something heavy in your stomach. When your eyes locked the corners of her mouth curled upwards. “The stepmom!” She sneered. 

Your face fell, confused at first, as you attempted to make sense of her words, of her anger. You didn’t understand what was going on, but unable to stop yourself, irritation began creeping its way up your body, heat prickling your face. Confrontation made you uncomfortable, but under appropriate triggers, you often saw red. You opened your mouth, ready to say something – you didn’t quite know what – but then your gaze fell to Arin. Still clutching her mom’s hand. Her eyes were on you now, still wide and brimming with tears. She looked frightened. You came to your senses. 

There was no good getting angry. Especially in front of a child. By your side, Seokjin straightened his back, letting go of your hand to step in front of you slightly. You appreciated the thought, but you didn’t really need protecting. You could look after yourself.  

“Stop embarrassing yourself, Nana.” 

Caught off guard for the second time in under five minutes, the tone of Seokjin’s voice threw you for a loop. The venom you heard unnerved you, a sick feeling twisting your gut. You’d heard him stressed, you’d heard him tense, you’d even heard him stern a few times on the phone, but you’d never heard his voice filled with such bite like this. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Nana spat back, her long hair flipping around as she raised her hand to point at him. “Not when you’ve been playing house with your daughter’s teacher, letting my daughter call her stepmom.” 

Seokjin chuckled, the sound humourless. He shook his head, practically laughing in her face. “I don’t know where you’ve heard that from because it’s not true.” The look on Nana’s face told you she didn’t believe a word he said.  

Seokjin bent down, attention on Arin. He held his hand out, wanting her to take it. “Arin, come here,” he asked, voice gentle, nothing like how he’d spoken to her mother. She let go of Nana’s hand and slowly made her way over. He immediately wrapped his arms around her middle. “Tell daddy where you got that word from.” She still looked afraid, hesitating as she opened her mouth. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you,” he reassured, stroking her hair. 

“Mommy is.” Arin’s voice shook, one lone tear falling down her cheek. It broke your heart. 

“Mommy isn’t mad at you.” Seokjin’s voice was a murmur, but as he looked up at his ex-wife he had to try his best to sound composed. “Right?” 

Nana stared at him for a moment, her dark eyes piercing through him almost, but he didn’t flinch. Her gaze fell to the back of her daughter’s head, immediately softening, the regret obvious on her face. “No, darling, mommy isn’t mad at you. I’d never be mad at you.” 

Her words comforted Arin, and she looked up at her father, small voice still trembling with emotion as she explained. “Suzie told me that’s what Y/N is because she’s your girlfriend. She has one too.”

Seokjin exhaled slowly. “So, you heard it from your friend?” Arin nodded, and he quickly embraced her, rubbing her back as he soothed her. “That’s okay. No need to be upset.” You heard her sniff into his shoulder, but Seokjin’s attention was already on Nana again. 

“Happy now?” He shot, not giving her any time to reply. “Now get out of my house.” 

“Excuse me?” Her nostrils flared. 

“You heard me. Get the hell out of my house!” 

“Seokjin,” you breathed, reaching for his shoulder. He needed to remember everything he was saying was being heard by his daughter. He might be mad right now but he needed to think of Arin. 

As if Nana realised too, she took control. “Arin, go upstairs to your room and let me talk with your father.” 

Seokjin’s eyes flashed in anger. “Don’t tell her what to do in my home.” Nana scoffed, but Seokjin’s attention was back on Arin. He cupped her face in his hands.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go and play upstairs for a little while, okay? Daddy will come and check on you soon.” She nodded slowly, her tears dried. At least that was a positive. He kissed her cheek and stood up, encouraging her to make her way out of the room and upstairs with a nod. As she passed by you, you gave her a small smile. She returned it. You thought someone should at least accompany her to her room, but you thought best not to suggest it. It wasn’t your place. 

There was silence, a few moments as they waited for Arin to be safely out of earshot. Your heart drummed against your ribcage, still feeling nauseous. This wasn’t over just yet. Nana had no intentions of leaving. 

“Hypocrite,” she scoffed under her breath. 

“What did you say?” Glancing over at Seokjin, you saw his jaw was clenched, his gaze hard, unwavering as he stared at her. 

“I called you a hypocrite.” She sounded unbothered, eyes finding yours. “You don’t know him at all, sadly. You’ll soon find out how miserable he is. How frustrating it is when he always has to right. Mr. Perfect, aren’t you, Jin?” She was trying to rile him up, get a reaction. “Could never do anything wrong.” 

The way she called him Jin made you feel funny. It was so…personal. It had never crossed your mind to use the shortened version of his name. It had always been Seokjin for you. 

“Nice try,” he gave a hollow laugh. “Say what you want, we don’t care.” 

That much was true. Nana’s words wouldn’t make you doubt anything. Your relationship with Seokjin was solid. His relationship with Nana was nothing similar. 

“So when were you planning on telling me?”

Just like that you felt your heart drop, turning to look at Seokjin on instinct. You must have understood wrong. Nana knew about you, right? He’d told her about you, surely? 

“Did you just think you could pretend I didn’t exist?” Seokjin stayed silent, only infuriating Nana even more. “Answer me! How long has it been going on for?” 

“It’s none of your business!” He exploded causing you to jump. You had never once heard him raise his voice. His face was red, his blood pressure soaring. 

“None of my business?!” She cried, laughing in disbelief. His shouting did nothing to deter her. They were used to arguing, you guessed. “It is when my daughter is concerned.” 

It was Seokjin’s turn to scoff. “Oh, so now you care? You’re a joke.” 

Nana’s expression faltered. It took a moment for her to compose herself. “What is that supposed to mean?” Her tone was icy. 

Seokjin didn’t give her an answer. “I don’t owe you anything, Nana. You’re nothing to me anymore.” 

“I’m the mother of your daughter!” She was enraged, her eyes wide as she glowered. “You shouldn’t have kept this from me. I had no clue, Jin!” His indifference infuriated her even more. “Not one! Did you tell Arin to keep quiet?”

That had him biting, face scrunching up at her ludicrous claim. “Of course I didn’t.” 

“Then why,” she demanded, “why was I so oblivious?!” 

“Do I come up in conversation much? Maybe there’s your answer.” Seokjin shrugged. “When was the last time we were in the same room together?”

“Don’t! No, Jin, don’t use that as an excuse.” Nana’s voice wavered, words dotted with an emotion you hadn’t heard yet. 

You felt a pang of guilt. You’d been so oblivious too. Hadn’t realised she had no clue of your existence. You understood her frustrations. It was difficult not to. Seokjin was adamant though. Ruled by his emotions. He couldn’t see his fault. 

“You let our daughter stay with a stranger last weekend!”

But that hurt. 

You weren’t a stranger. You had known Arin for months. You adored that little girl and she liked having you around. You weren’t just anyone. Desperately, you tried to keep it together. Logically yes, you were a stranger to Nana. She had a right to be mad. You knew that. 

Although Seokjin didn’t see it that way, defending you angrily. “Y/N is not a stranger!” 

“To me she is!” Nana shouted. “I didn’t have a clue. What if something had happened to Arin?”

You wanted to say something. To tell her you understood her reservations. Maybe you even wanted to stick up for yourself, but you couldn’t find the words. Guilt was eating you up. 

“Just shut your mouth,” Seokjin hissed. His defensiveness made you nervous. “You don’t care. If you did you would have dropped everything and said yes when I called you.” 

“I was working.” Nana ran a hand through her hair, face patched red. “You think I didn’t want to say yes? I thought you’d just cancel or ask your parents to help out.” Then her eyes fell on you, that familiar sneer on her face. “Instead, you asked her.” 

Taken aback, you opened your mouth, words rushing out. “I’m really sorry you had to find out about our relationship this way, I… I thought–”

“I don’t want to hear it, stepmom.” 

Your cheeks flushed, anger bubbling at her dismissal. She wasn’t even going to hear what you had to say? “I’ve never referred to myself as Arin’s stepmother.” 

She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “And what if I don’t believe you?” 

Before you could defend yourself Seokjin flew in, in front of you once more. You felt fresh anger, but everything was moving so fast you didn’t know how to place it. “Don’t speak to her like that. God, you’re such a condescending bitch.” 

“And you’re a smug, arrogant bastard.” She shot right back immediately. 

Seokjin scoffed. “Don’t try to deflect. You’ve just heard Arin say she learned that word from a friend. Do you think I’d force my own daughter to lie?” 

Nana stared at him, her breathing laboured with anger. Her eyes flicked to you and then back at Seokjin quickly, a devious smirk spreading across her face. “She’s younger, Seokjin. Having a midlife crisis?” 

Seokjin exhaled slowly, his voice calm as he replied, lips twitching up in amusement. “Your goading won’t work.” 

Although she still tried. “What would Arin’s school think? Knowing you’re fucking your daughter’s teacher.” 

You didn’t take kindly to threats, no matter the situation. Straightening your back you spoke clearly, voice raised a little. “I’m not her teacher anymore and the school already knows.”  

“There’s nothing you can do, Nana,” Seokjin sighed softly, taking your hand. It didn’t feel as comforting as it usually did. “So just let me be happy. It’s the least you can do.” 

That did it. Nana saw red instantly. “Oh, quit playing the victim!” She exclaimed, laughing at his seeming absurdity. You prayed Arin couldn’t hear all the commotion. The house was large enough, the walls thick enough, but who really knew. “Am I not allowed to be mad? You’ve kept this relationship,” she mocked, eyeing your laced fingers, “a secret this entire time. You’ve been playing happy families with my daughter.” There was a beat of silence. “I’m Arin’s mother.” 

“Yes, but that’s all you are.” 

A noise fell from Nana’s mouth. “I know, I know, you hate me. You’ve made that abundantly clear over the years.” 

“I don’t hate you, Nana.” With a sigh, Seokjin let go of your hand, rubbing his temples. “That would imply I still care. I don’t. I stopped caring a long time ago.” 

Nana rolled her eyes. “This again.” You on the other hand were lost. 

Seokjin’s eyes locked on hers, gaze steady, just like his words that seemed to knock you for six. “I stopped caring the moment I found you in bed with another man.”

You probably couldn’t hide the shock from your face, mind reeling, but they didn’t seem to notice. You were barely concentrating on what they were saying anymore. 

“Shut up.” Nana shot, provoking him further. “You never cared, Jin. Never. I did you a favour when I fucked Jaehyun. It gave you the perfect excuse to leave because you were too much of a coward to do it otherwise.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” Seokjin scoffed quietly, but you could tell by his face he was visibly irritated. Maybe. He felt like a stranger right now. “Believe what you want.” 

“I will because it’s a fact.” 

Seokjin’s chest heaved with anger, breathing heavily as he failed to keep calm. “I didn’t leave sooner because I wanted Arin to be happy!” His voice broke with emotion. “I wanted to stay together for Arin’s sake.” 

“And look how bitter that made you.” Nana laughed, her eyes quickly finding yours again, remembering you existed. “Are you taking notes?” She folded her arms across her chest. “This is what will happen. He’ll promise you the world and then a few years later hate your guts.” 

You looked at the floor, unable to rebuff her claims even if you wanted to. Your thoughts slipped to last night, out on the deck… The way Seokjin had held you, gazed at you, the words he’d said... I want to give you the world. It was silly to let Nana’s words sting, but they did, nevertheless. Last night felt like a lifetime ago.

You felt a strong arm embrace you, wrapping around your shoulders as Seokjin held you to him. It did little to comfort you. Your head was whirring, thoughts swarming you. “Y/N is nothing like you, so don’t.” He warned, glaring across at Nana. “Don’t you dare try to compare our relationship to the one I had with you.” 

Nana laughed loudly, her face contorting as she yelled. “What am I like then, Jin? Go on! Tell me! I’m so fucking curious!” 

“You’re a cold, heartless cow who can’t even be bothered to be a mother to her own daughter!” His words flew out as if they’d been impatiently waiting for the opportunity. 

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed in shock, spinning your head to look at him. He was letting his emotions rule his head, so much so, he didn’t even bat an eyelid at your voice, continuing his tirade. 

His arm let you go as he stepped closer to his ex-wife. “Do you know why Arin probably felt so comfortable calling Y/N her stepmom?” It was a question not meant to be answered. “It’s because she’s been there for her these past few months. Where have you been, huh? She’s so used to you cancelling plans that she always expects the worse.” 

You were gobsmacked, unsure what had just left his mouth as you tried to make sense of his words. He couldn’t be comparing you both. He couldn’t be using you to hurt Nana. Right? 

“That’s not fair, I haven’t cancelled in weeks.” Nana’s voice was quiet, a far cry from her earlier volume, and you took a glance, noticing that her wide eyes were shining in the sunlight that streamed through the window. She seemed smaller now, less imposing. 

“Bravo,” Seokjin spat, beginning to slowly clap his hands. “What do you want, a round of applause?” 

“I can’t help it I’m busy with work. That’s why we agreed she’d live with you.” Nana sounded clearly upset now, Seokjin’s words striking a nerve. You couldn’t help but feel bad for her. 

“And I’m not busy?!” Seokjin wasn’t done. “Your excuses don’t work on me. They never have.” 

“I love my daughter. Don’t you dare try to insinuate otherwise.” 

Seokjin wasn’t listening. “You came here just to create a scene. You didn’t think about Arin at all, did you? You made her give you all the details just to twist the knife in. That’s all you care about. You can’t handle the thought of me being happy because you’re so goddamn miserable!” 

“Just come out and say it, Jin!” She shouted, arms out. “You think I’m a terrible mother.” 

With a casual shrug of his shoulders, he replied, “I never said that, but if the shoe fits.” 

The silence that followed was deafening. You could feel your pulse pounding in your ears, a sick feeling turning your stomach. You didn’t want to be here anymore. You didn’t want to be involved in this shouting match. You didn’t want to see your boyfriend this angry, you didn’t want to hear him speak like this. 

Eventually, Nana’s voice pierced through the silence. It wavered but she kept her cool, head held up high. “Well, thank you, Jin. Thank you so much for finally telling me how you feel. How very brave of you. Finally.” 

You watched as she straightened her jacket and smoothed down her hair, and then she took a step forward. She was heading for the door. 

“That’s it?” Seokjin scoffed, his voice hoarse. “You’re leaving without saying goodbye to your daughter?”

Nana didn’t reply, she didn’t even look at him, just carried on walking out of the room. You heard her heels against the tiles of the hallway, steps retreating. 

“You really have no shame!” He called after her as you both heard the front door open, and then it clicked shut. “Fuck!” 

You jumped at the sudden raise of tone, watching him kick the footrest beside the chair across the room in temper. He had his back to you, his shoulders shuddering with his heavy breathing. You swallowed, feeling your throat dry but you couldn’t say anything. This was all new to you. This side of your relationship, this side of Seokjin. Actually, this whole situation was unlike anything you’d been involved in before. You’d had your fair share of relationship drama in the past, that was a given, but this… You were in over your head. This wasn’t about you. This was a situation involving Seokjin and Nana. You didn’t know what to say or do to make it better. In all honesty, you didn’t even want to try. 

“Daddy?” 

The tiny voice from behind startled you both, and you whipped your head around to see Arin in the doorway. Her eyes were pulled wide, worried and confused. It made your heart hurt. A small part of you couldn’t help but feel to blame. 

“Did mommy leave?” She asked, her gaze on her father, who was staring blankly ahead. 

“Yes, she did,” was all he said, stunning you in the process. 

“Seokjin, you can’t just say it like that!” You exclaimed, looking at him properly for the first time. Arin had walked into the room by now, hovering by your side, a hand to her mouth as she flicked her thumbnail over her teeth nervously.   

Seokjin’s eyes met yours, refocusing before something flickered inside of them – realisation. He looked down at his daughter, voice softening instantly. “She had to go home, Arin. Something came up.” 

You could tell by her face she didn’t quite believe him. She was a bright kid, not that you thought Seokjin was undermining her intelligence, but she knew something was wrong and you didn’t think it was fair to just gloss over the issue. 

“Why don’t you watch some cartoons?” He suggested, guiding her to the sofa. “I’ll make you something to drink. What would you like?” 

She gave him a small smile as he passed her the remote control. “Hot chocolate, please.” 

The tiniest of smiles lifted the corners of his mouth too. “Okay, one hot chocolate coming right up.” He turned to you, a hand brushing yours for a brief second, voice low as he asked you a question. “Can you stay with her?”

Your nod was barely there, and you watched him walk out, heading for the kitchen. After a moment’s delay, you joined Arin on the sofa, attention on the television, watching the cartoon characters bounce around the screen, but you were in a world of your own. Arin’s voice’s tore you from it, her question rattling you. 

“Why did she go?” 

“I don’t know.” You hated yourself for lying to her but it wasn’t your place to explain. Especially not now given the circumstances. Your thoughts were captured once more. Nana had been clueless to your existence this whole time. Had you been a fool to assume otherwise? 

“Did they argue?” 

Your eyes fell to Arin’s, wanting to embrace her but thought better of it. You’d have to reassure her another way. With words. If you could. “It’s nothing to worry about, okay?” You smiled, the action stiff. “They’re just a bit angry at one another.” 

“Because of me?”

Her question broke your heart. You shook your head hastily. “Of course not.” 

She didn’t respond, turning back to the TV. She didn’t seem visibly upset, nothing like earlier, but maybe this was worse. She seemed despondent, quiet. You were reminded of when you were a kid, hearing your parents argue nonstop before their divorce. At times you used to feel at fault too. 

“I’m sorry I called you my stepmom, I didn’t know it was wrong.” As she spoke she kept staring at the television, voice quiet. 

“Arin, it’s okay, sweetie,” you told her, this time unable to stop yourself from wrapping an arm around her shoulders. You wanted to comfort her. She needed comforting. “You’ve done nothing wrong at all.” 

You knew what children were like together. The conversation she’d had with her friend had been innocent. She’d had no clue what the weight of such a word could mean, or even do. None of this was her fault. 

You held her for a while, getting consoled yourself almost as well, but time was passing and Seokjin hadn’t come back with her hot chocolate. You glanced at the clock on the wall, he’d been gone fifteen minutes. “I’m going to check on daddy,” you said, pulling away gently. “To see what he’s done with your hot chocolate.” You tried to joke around but your laugh sounded forced. Arin nodded, giving you a tiny smile as you stood up. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” 

You found him in the kitchen, leaning against one of the counters as he held a glass of whiskey in his hand. Arin’s drink wasn’t even half made. Irritation flooded your senses for a moment. You got that he was upset, angry, maybe even a little dazed by the situation, but he still needed to pull himself together and be there for his daughter. Drinking at two o’clock in the afternoon was unacceptable. 

However when he saw you, his expression softened into worry, concern colouring his tone as he asked, “Is she okay?”

You swallowed down your frustration, but once again your mind was beginning to whir. You had so many questions, so many answers that you needed, but now wasn’t the time. He needed to make sure Arin was settled and then you both could talk. 

You walked further into the room, speaking as you went. “She’s upset. She thinks she did something wrong, that’s why you and Nana argued.” 

Seokjin sounded regretful when he sighed. His eyes closed, fingers tightening around the tumbler. “Do you think she heard any of it?”

In a clipped voice you replied. “I hope not.” 

Hearing your tone he opened his eyes, coming to his senses almost. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, placing his drink down on the counter. He moved towards you, a hand ghosting over your back. “Are you okay?” Despite his tone of voice being one you were familiar with, his concern did little to console you. All you could do was nod your head.  

“Don’t take any notice of her, okay?” He continued, his voice slowly changing again. “This is what she does. She pushes and pushes. She can’t stand–”

“Seokjin, enough,” you begged, exhausted. You could hear him becoming more and more irate. 

The hand on your back froze and then dropped to his side. “Are you sticking up for her?” He more or less accused. 

“What?” You looked at him, baffled. “Of course I’m not. You just need to calm down. I know you’re angry but your daughter needs you right now.” 

His features smoothed out and he stepped back, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re right.” He sounded apologetic. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine.” You watched as he walked towards the fridge, getting out a carton of milk to pour inside Arin’s mug, chocolate powder waiting. He mixed it together with a spoon and placed it in the microwave, setting the timer. As it whirled around, you spoke again. “We can talk about it later.” 

There was silence as he placed the milk back inside the refrigerator. He closed the door. “Are you mad at me?” 

“No.” 

He didn’t believe you. Turning back he folded his arms across his chest, staring at you. “She’s gotten under your skin, hasn’t she? That’s what she does.” 

You heard yourself sigh. You didn’t want to do this now. Not with Arin just down the hallway. Why was he being so insistent? Your mind flew through the tonne of questions you wanted to unleash his way, but one slipped from your mouth before you could stop it. Before you could even acknowledge your own words. 

“Did she really cheat on you?” 

Seokjin looked taken aback, whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. Maybe you should have gotten your priorities straight, but stood in front of him right now, you felt deceived. You watched as he gave you a brief nod. Your heart dropped. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He lifted his shoulders, not meeting your eyes. “It wasn’t a big deal.” 

“Not a big deal?” Your voice raised and you willed yourself to keep it down. “It seems like it was the reason you divorced her, Seokjin.” 

The microwaved beeped but you both ignored it. “It was over long before then.” He chuckled humourlessly. “She was right, I was a coward.”

A part of you wanted details but you knew right now wasn’t the time or the place. Besides, you didn’t think he’d share anyway. 

“Is that why you’re mad? Because I didn’t tell you?” He sounded worried, regretful, some other emotions you couldn’t think of right now. 

You sighed softly. “I’m not mad, Seokjin. I’m just… I didn’t know.” 

He went to step forward, to walk towards you but stopped himself. “I’m sorry, I should have told you. Especially with–”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off quickly, not wanting to hear the words you knew he was going to say out loud. You couldn’t bear it. You’d told him about Donghae in a bid to open up – because you trusted him. Why hadn’t Seokjin told you about Nana? You couldn’t help but feel betrayed. You didn’t know if you were being fair or not. 

“I should go and check on Arin,” he said suddenly, moving to the microwave to open it up. “Thank you for taking care of her. It’s more than her own mother could do, and she’s the one who caused this whole mess.” 

“Don’t,” you whispered, closing your eyes. He wasn’t going to do it again. “Don’t do that. Compare us.” Seokjin looked your way, confused now. “I don’t know Nana. I don’t know what your marriage was like, not really, and I don’t know what her relationship with Arin is like. You shouldn’t have said those things to her. She was obviously upset.” 

You understood that people spoke out in anger, that words just flew out, no matter how small the thought was, but it wasn’t an excuse. He was still emotional, but all you wanted him to see was the bigger picture. 

“I don’t care,” he brushed off. “She needed to hear a few home truths.” 

You scoffed. “And you used me to really drive them in, didn’t you?” You continued regardless of his frown. “It’s not a competition. I’m your girlfriend. I’m not even Arin’s stepmother. We haven’t talked about that yet,” – Seokjin went to speak over you but you stopped him with a hand in the air – “and I know Arin made an innocent mistake, but it obviously hurt Nana. She had no clue I existed, Seokjin. Not one!” 

He did look guilty at that, dropping his gaze, but you weren’t done. “You can be mad because of how she acted but you’re also at fault…” 

“I know,” he murmured. “I know that and I’m sorry.” 

You weren’t the only one he should be apologising to, but by now you were too exhausted to keep this up. You couldn’t stay here, not when you were sure it would end in an argument. You didn’t want to fight with him. You needed space to think. On your own. 

“I should go.” You told him, noticing his face wrinkle up in confusion. 

He was in front of you immediately, clutching your hand. “Y/N, wait,” his voice was unsteady, “You don’t have to go. I’m really sorry that I made you uncomfortable.” 

You appreciated his sincerity, and had no doubts that he meant his apology, but it still wasn’t enough to get you to stay. An I’m sorry wasn’t what you needed. It wasn’t as simple as that. 

“Honey, please,” he begged softly. “This is me with all my baggage. I’m not perfect.” 

Your brow furrowed. “I never thought you were, Seokjin.” This wasn’t about your so called flawless vision of him. He was human, just like you. Yes, seeing him mad like that had shaken you up at first but it wasn’t why you were leaving. Nor were you leaving because of the situation. Everyone had a history, or “baggage” as Seokjin chose to call it. It didn’t change how you felt about him. It was all just very overwhelming. 

You put your other hand over his, silently telling him to let you go. Above all else he needed to spend time with his daughter. “Go and check on Arin. She’s waiting for her hot chocolate.” You told him softly.  

He clasped your hand tighter. “Please don’t go.” 

“I just need some space to think.” You admitted. 

He watched you for a moment, eyes glassy – you expected yours were too – but ever the gentleman he respected your wishes and didn’t press you any further, no matter how much he wanted to plead with you to stay. Deep down he probably knew it was the right thing to do. If you stayed now no good would come from it. You could speak about everything when you were both ready. Whenever that was.

With a tight nod he slipped his hand from yours. You gave him a soft smile and turned your back to him. He had no choice but to watch you leave. 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

#seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic #jin fanfic #fic:mls #floralseokjin:writings

[tarosin]

did i do that p2

paring implied past platonic tommy/tubbo/ranboo x reader

tw: cursing, de realisation, mentions of suicide/death/paranoia

TW: de realisation, mentions of suicide/death/paranoia

Dear quackity,

if you’re reading this, it’s too late. you’ve probably noticed me and dream are nowhere to be found, you may ask yourself why did sam let the pair out well the answer to that is simple. he didn’t i’m sure you can find what remains of him somewhere around the prison. you really have yourself to blame, now before you start to get defensive and say ‘i didn’t do anything this is bullshit everyone’s trying to attack me’ let me tell you why. before you decided to give us weekly visits just to abuse us mentally and physically, we couldn’t stand each other. I’d go as far as to say I despised dream, but you helped unite us against a common enemy..you. now we’re unstoppable. I'll spare you the details of what happened to your precious warden. see you soon - Y/n + dream :)

“do you think he’ll be convinced we killed sam?”

“dream i’m in here for the murder of a child, of course he’s going to believe it.”

of course the pair of you didn’t actually kill sam, dream simply manipulated ranboo whilst he was enderwalking into bringing supplies you’d need. you have no idea how he managed, but at this point you didn’t care. you know damn well you shouldn’t be in this prison as you didn’t kill michael. you knew this because the ghost, at least you hope it’s his ghost and that your mind wasn’t messing with you, would stand in the corner of the cell telling you that it wasn’t you who murdered him that night. It was a range of factors: the skeletons, fear, pure exhaustion of trying to run from the mobs after him. you often found yourself ranting to dream about what you had been seeing every night for the past god knows how many months at this point, but alas it was no use. he swore he hadn’t seen anyone but you, occasionally sam, and quackity, definitely not the ghost of michael. It was now midnight according to the clock hanging on the wall. the plan was pretty simple, you would scream that dream had disappeared, causing sam to run into the cell, from then you’d use the rope ranboo gave dream to make temporary handcuffs, and whilst you all make your way to the locker room, where you’d temporarily keep sam assuming quackity would find him sooner or later, then that was it you’d finally be free.

“ready?” you nodded and dream hid in the corner, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched, but nevertheless you began screaming that dream disappeared, laughing to yourself as you heard the platform moving towards the cell.

“y/n calm down what do you mean- dream get off of me i don’t want to have to kill you but i will!”

dream rolled his eyes as you tied sams hands together.

“shut the fuck up sam, do you understand how pathetic you sound? you’re outnumbered you’re not going to do anything. if you know what’s good for you and your beloved quackity, you’ll tell us which pocket has your key cards in, okay?” this seemed to trigger something in sam as within 10 minutes you and dream had him in the locker room.

“bye sam, i’m sure your boyfriend will come and collect you soon enough, we left him a letter in the cell and a note from you where you always sit saying to just go on through, don’t miss us too much!”

there you both stood, in-front of the now locked locker room, no home, no friends, no plan, but you were free, that's all that matters to you.

“dream, i have something to ask, okay? promise no matter whatever happens, whether you don’t see me for weeks or you over hear something, you won’t come looking for me.“

“stay safe y/n, a lot of people aren’t going to be happy you’re out. whatever you do, avoid quackity.”

and just like that you went your separate ways, where dream went, you have no idea, you’ll probably hear something soon enough. as for you, well you didn’t really have a plan, you weren't really sure you wanted to be alive at this point. there was a little voice that sounded a lot like tommys ringing in your head, telling you to go to the old base you and tommy made years ago, so that’s where you went. you were clinging onto the hope tommy would be there and let you explain what happened that night, you’d make up then just like old times you’d plait his hair, as the pair of you sat under moonlight listening to whichever disk tommy felt like playing that night. this of course wasn’t the case, instead you were met with previous memories of your friendship. a photo book lay in the middle of the floor as if someone knew you escaped and would go to this base, you shut the door locking it behind you for your own safety, remembering what ranboo said to you the day you were thrown in the prison. picking up the photo book you noticed something odd, the words ‘i know what you did’ and ‘i know where you are’ were scratched into the leather cover. you threw the book onto the floor scared as hell. after you calmed down, you picked the book up from the floor, which was now open on the page of a group photo of you tommy and michael, which ranboo had taken the day you both agreed to babysit him for a while. as you flicked through the book, the images got dark. It went from photos of you tubbo ranboo and tommy laughing at the beach to the night michael was killed. the last page made your blood run cold, there was two photos, one was of michaels funeral, and the second was a picture of you sat in the middle of the base holding the photo book. this was the final straw. You were no longer in control of your breathing, you began feeling like you were being preyed on by something who really wasn’t happy with you and wanted you gone, you picked up the book one last time and everything was gone. the book was back to normal no threatening messages no pictures of michaels death or of you looking through the book, the cover was back to its original state full of happy memories of when you were friends with everyone, back when you were happy.

“hello y/n.”the rooms temperature dropped suddenly you began feeling like you were being watched, you turned around to see michael sat on the floor holding a photo book a lot like the one that caused you to panic.

“hey y/n why are my parents acting like they can’t see me anymore? this isn’t funny anymore, i miss them. can you talk to them?”

“michael... this isn’t real. you’re not real. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!”

everything went silent as if the world stopped turning for a few seconds, that’s when you heard the child laughing.

“what do you mean i’m not real? of course i am!”

“michael darling, you're dead remember, we spoke about this in prison. the skeletons shot you in the nether”

you continued talking to michael, not even realising ranboo had followed you to the base and was watching you talk to the wall.

“who are you talking to?”

you honestly didn’t know whether you felt relieved he was there with you or if you were pissed he found you, either way you ran to him pulling him into a hug despite him constantly telling you to let go of him.

“michael, he’s over there.”

“Is this some sick joke? There's no one there. he’s dead. you killed him!”

“ranboo please.. you, you don’t understand i didn’t kill him. please just let me explain what happened. he was surrounded by skeletons. they shot him please, you have to understand I loved that boy, I still do, I would never do something like that!”

“save it y/n, i don’t want to hear it now if you don’t mind i’m going to go tell sam that you have somehow escaped.”

you fell to your knees as ranboo walked away, you sat alone with the quiet comprehension of the ending of it all before realising if someone comes back you would be in big trouble, just before you was about to begin the long walk back to dream he showed up to the base you were currently crying in, not knowing tubbo and ranboo were not far behind him listening in to your conversation with dream.

“dream please i’m begging at this point. Please end my suffering. I can't do this anymore, no one’s listening to me. I CAN'T KEEP LIVING LIKE THIS! there’s a bow and arrow in that chest over there.”

“y/n, this isn’t a funny joke.”

“dream, do i look like i’m joking?”

“y/n..”

“hey, what can you say? we were overdue.”

tubbo and ranboo couldn’t believe what they were hearing right now, their best friend was about to die and there was nothing they could do about it. as soon as they heard dream open the chest, they ran as fast as they could to go and get tommy.

dream left straight away, it was hard to feel regret when you’re used to bloodshed. tommy couldn’t believe what tubbo and ranboo said and was convinced they were messing with him.

“Oh, I'm sure they did. how’d they get out the prison? did they fly out?”

he stood laughing, tubbo stood staring in disbelief, ranboo stood wiping his eyes trying not to cry knowing it would scar if he did. tubbo shook his head and grabbed his husbands hand for comfort.

“you’re really joking at a time like this?”

“we should tell phil.”

the three of them made their way to phil, guilt following them as they went they couldn’t believe what just happened. after they told phil, they all made their way to the base. as soon as the three teenagers saw the trail of blood dream left behind, they completely broke down and began walking, holding onto each other in an attempt to convince themselves this didn’t happen, and that you would be there. phil went in and saw your lifeless body laying there, knowing the others wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you like this, he sent them away to go and get technoblade. A few days later they found themselves sitting with puffy explaining what happened and what you had told them. realisation slowly hit them that you did in fact not kill michael, they felt awful the three of them couldn’t sleep since the day you passed. after the funeral, they often found themselves at your house as it was the only place that they could sleep and feel as though you were still with them. everyday they would visit your grave, placing anything they found that reminds them of you, and would apologise for not believing you sooner. now you were gone and there was nothing they could do about it.

tags:

@bozowrites

#mcyt x reader #mcyt angst #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt writing #mcyt imagines #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit angst #tubbo x you #tubbo x y/n #tubbo imagine #tubbo x reader #tubbo angst #ranboo x you #ranboo x y/n #ranboo imagine #ranboo x reader #ranboo angst #bench trio x reader

[howlingday]

Jaune: (Star-gazing on the rooftop, Arm wrapped around Blake's back) This view is so pretty. Almost as pretty as you, babe.

Blake: (Rolls her eyes) Aren't you corny tonight. (Rests her head on Jaune's shoulder) I like it. ...But your hand is kind of low.

Jaune: Oh, crap! Sorry, I-

Blake: I want it lower~.

Jaune: Oh, it's like that, huh? Well, c'mere, babe!

Adam: I knew I'd find you up here, darling!

Blake: Adam?! Oh, of all people!

Jaune: Uh, wh-who are you three? And, uh, how do you know Blake?

Adam: (Voice filled with venom) Silence, human! Torchwick gave me a lead, so I took it.

Blake: Bringing your lapdogs with you, too, huh?

Lieutenant: Quiet, traitor!

Adam: I bring my left- and right-hand wherever I go now, considering how dangerous it is these days.

Ilia: H-Hi, Blake.

Lieutenant: Quiet, Ilia!

Adam: As my I was saying, Torchwick was kind enough to tell me where I could find you, and it's been so long, I'd like to savor this reunion. (Points at Jaune) Especially with you. Draw your blade, human. I want you to die with a weapon in your hand.

Jaune: (Gulps)

Adam shoots his sheathe at Jaune. Jaune blocks it, and Adam leaps in the air to catch it. He flips the shotgun around to shoot Jaune before he lands, swiping with his blade. Jaune keeps his shield up, swiping as Adam gets close, blocking as he shoots. Jaune alternates between swiping and blocking, until he ducks and thrusts up, nicking Adam's mask.

Adam: Filthy, human bastard!

Blake: Wait! You said Torchwick gave you a lead. What kind of lead was it?

Adam: Hmph, he said you were hanging around a familiar blonde recently, so I decided to look into it.

Jaune: Wait, what familiar blonde?

Adam: ...Come on, J- Human! Let me explain this in a way a human can understand. Torchwick and I are working together. In exchange for helping him with his last job, he told me where I can find her, so I can get what I deserve-

Jaune: Like cash, or-

Adam: Let me finish! (Groans) Dammit! He told me to look for you, and if I found you, I'd find her, and I'd have my revenge.

Blake: You are so petty! You know that, Adam?

Adam: Quiet, Blake. I'll deal with you after this.

Adam rushes in, swiping and thrusting, sheathing any time Jaune parries to catch his sword, then pulls the trigger to launch the handle into Jaune's face. He flinches, but pulls his shield close in time to block Adam's follow-up strikes, then pushes out to throw Adam off balance. As Adam catches his blade, Jaune swipes and cuts through Adam's mask, revealing his scar.

Jaune: Your face...

Adam: (Covers his face) Fuck! Fuck both of you! Fuck both of you and burn in Hell!

Jaune: What happened to your face?! Why didn't you tell anyone?!

Blake: (Thinking) Jaune's getting really invested in this. I guess it's a guy thing to get in everyone's business.

Jaune: This is just classic, Adam! You've always been like this, even before we stopped dating!

Blake: (Looks at Jaune) ...Since you what?

Adam: What the- (Blushing) Y-You can't just go shouting that anywhere-

Ilia: ADAM'S?! GAY?! WHAT THE FUCK?! I have to post about this! (Runs off)

Lieutenant: Ilia! Get back here! (Scroll buzzes, Reads and sighs) Good news, sir; you're trending on Duster.

Adam: ...You knew. You knew Ilia would pull something like this. So why... (Glares, Glows) Arc, that's the last fucking straw! I'm now trending, but it's not my message! Funny how shit like that works! So, I'm going to remedy that by changing from "Adam, Jaune Arc's Ex" to "Adam, Jaune Arc's Murderer!"

Adam unleashes Moonslice, cutting through brick, concrete, and steel cabling as it tears through everything in it's path. Jaune leaps away in time to be ambushed by Adam on one side, barely managing to block the crimson blade. Adam ducks under a swipe and shoots, sending Jaune staggering backwards. He stands and shoots again, Jaune blocking this time. Jaune swings and is caught in the sheath again, but this time, Jaune headbutts Adam, forcing him to stagger. Jaune bashes him with his shield. Adam rolls away, and prepares another Moonslice. However, Jaune closes the gap and blocks it's release with his shield. Adam rolls away again, but Jaune sprints to him and kicks him onto his back. He pins him down, but is quickly thrown off in a rage.

Adam: Fuck it! Fuck everything! Fuck the White Fang! Fuck Torchwick! Fuck Blake! I just want you fucking dead, Jaune! (Click! Click!) ...Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck it! I'll just cut you, and- (Spotlight shines on him)

Bullhead: ADAM TAURUS! THIS IS THE VALEAN POLICE! SURRENDER WITH BOTH HANDS IN THE AIR!

Adam: (Growls) Let's go! (Runs off with his lieutenant) This isn't over, Jaune! I'll kill you one of these days!

Later...

Blake: So... You and Adam, huh?

Jaune: It's a long story, and it was a long time ago.

Blake: Those are my favorite.

Jaune: (Sighs) It happened when we were young, before I even thought about being a Huntsman. Adam was passing out flyers for the White Fang. I made a joke to him, he took it too seriously, I apologized, he said I looked like a weakling, and well, somehow, we started dating after that. We broke up after dating for four months, but... I never knew about his scar. I don't know what happened, but if I knew.

Blake: I know. (Holds his hand) It's not in you to hate. Not when you know someone is suffering.

Jaune: Thanks, Blake. You're too good to me.

Blake: No. (Kisses him) You're just perfect for me. (They hug) So, uh, that thing where he pressed himself against me, was that him...?

Jaune: Yeah, uh, kind of experimented a little. It was like our "secret handshake" when we were alone.

Blake: (Giggles) Well, we'll just have to come up with one of our own.

#rwby #jaune arc #blake belladonna #knightshade #adam taurus #white fang lieutenant #ilia amitola #friday night funkin #pico hd

[doycngs]

lee taeyong. | angel of death. [i]

summary. you’re a witness to the attempted assassination of the most prominent mafia gang in neo city... looks like you’re the only one too far out of your depth.

pairing. y/n x nct’s taeyong, y/n x nct’s yuta (platonic)

genre. mafia!au, strangers to lovers!au

word count. 5k

[five part series]

part I   |   part II   |   part III   | part IV | part V

warnings. fem!reader, blood, description of violence and death, guns, swearing, murder, yuta is a fwb (key letter: actual f, bonus that their friendship also drives the plot haha), taeyong is a dick (not gonna lie), actually most of the members are mean lolz, i’m sure they are other things have may be considered triggering so if this fic is not for you, please do not read! thank uuuu

taglist. @ncteaxhoe @n0average @theworld-accordingtocasey

(please just reply to this post if you wanna join the taglist! thanks <3)

i am actually so funny for thinking i could fit this whole thing into one one-shot fic,,, LOCO FRFR!! anyway idk how many parts just yet so stay tuned luvs mwah <3 

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“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” The burly man yelled, two guards dressed in black roughly yanking him from his seat. He tried to pull his arms from their grip but failed, legs flailing as they dragged him to the exit. Everyone continued to study their hand at the poker table, none giving mind to the ruckus caused. 

And neither do you. After all, you’ve been seeing this type of shit every other night since you’ve started working here at the Chain. 

The 127 District had a great nightlife and you’d taken advantage of that in the past. But being a bartender here, where rich people dished out money like it’s nothing? No, this was the place for you. There was hardly any rush on you to serve drinks since only selective members could enter the lounge and your salary was strangely high. 

You weren’t complaining.

The customers also had stories to spill and brag about whenever they wanted someone to talk to. You could tell they lived a different lifestyle from yours by the common flash of gold or the usual leather skin shoes in your peripheral… An interesting life outside of this city full of corruption and crime. 

They could travel in and out of this horrid place whenever they wanted and yet, they still came back to good old Neo City.

What a joke. 

It was obvious they profited their success from the poor districts. It was why the rich got richer and the poor got poorer in this concrete jungle. But once again, you weren't complaining. 

It was only just several months ago that you had gotten hired and kissed the riches the high class has. All you’ve ever known is the little amount of wealth that “low lives” like you have, and one lick— one small taste of luxury—had made you greedy enough to keep your trap shut. 

You guess that’s why you got recommended for this job; you were a good secret keeper. 

A calloused hand taps its painted-black fingernail twice on the marble countertop, and you bring your attention to the client. 

“The usual please, darling.” 

You roll your eyes, reluctantly pulling the usual bottle of expensive whisky out. Yuta’s devilish smirk graces your sight at the reaction. 

“Not that one, Nakamoto. That was the worst one yet.” You complained, dropping a sphere of ice in his glass.

“Aw, why not?” He pouts, “I got a much better reaction to darling than sweetheart.” 

“Because sweetheart is much worse than darling.” You mutter, sliding the glass into his open palm. 

“Darling it is then.” Yuta smiles above the rim, winking. You make a show of slightly gagging and he chuckles. 

Yuta looks around inconspicuously before leaning over to you. “Want to fuck after your shift?” 

You roll your eyes at his behavior. “You really are straightforward now, aren’t you?” 

Yuta shrugs, smirk resting comfortably on his lips. “Why, do I still need to be coy after all these months?”

You think on it for a second, dragging it on to tease him. “No, no I guess not. Although, I’d rather not have everyone know we fuck. And I also doubt you can wait a whole two hours for me before I clock out. You’re one of the most impatient people I know.” 

Yuta gasps in offense but after a few seconds, gives in. “Alright, fine. I’ll give you that. You can’t tell me I’m not a good time though.” 

You decide to be mischievous, sucking in a breath while biting your lip in doubt. 

Yuta chuckles, sipping on his whiskey. “You’re getting cheeky, Y/N. I wonder where that little mouse from eight months ago went.” 

You shrug, deciding not to say anything. He hums at the answer you gave by not even opening your mouth. 

“You know, I haven’t known you for long, but I like to think I know you well enough.” 

You only smile down at the drink you’re making for the businessman two stools away from beside Yuta. He tilts his head as he studies your face, biting his lip in concentration. “You’re a difficult mouse to read, but not an impossible one.” 

Amused, you sigh, leaning against the counter space. “And what’s that Nakamoto?” 

Yuta gives you a smile you can’t read. Strange given that you’re pretty good at reading others. 

“You’re like every other person in here.” 

You scrunch your eyebrows at that, standing straighter again. Before you can control your expression, you ask, “What do you mean?”

Scoffing, you look behind to the rich people, wasting away their money behind you. He was comparing you to all these people? 

“Are you serious? You think I’m like any of them?” You raise an eyebrow at that and Yuta shakes his head once. 

“Not in the materialistic way Squeak—” You roll your eyes at the new nickname and insinuation (who are kidding, you were a little meek like a mouse. Yuta would know from your bed in your small apartment), “I meant in another way. I think… you and all the others in here are… willfully ignorant. Like… wolves under the pretense they’re sheep.”

Blinking rapidly, you choose to ignore his words. To pretend it didn’t shake you up in the slightest, resigning to rinse the liquor pourers. “You’re making my head hurt.” 

Yuta just smiles, giving a taste of your own medicine. After a second in passing, you look up to his gaze, not willing to give him the last word. 

“You’re not too different yourself Nakamoto.” Yuta cocks his head at your words. 

“If I cower under a mask, you cower under someone’s gaze.” Yuta tongues his cheek at that, your gazes never breaking. Soon, Yuta breaks the stare-down, swallowing the rest of his drink in one go.

“You got me there Squeak,” Yuta pauses, looking over to the man you two are thinking about, “He’s a whole other conversation sometimes...” Yuta drags, making you scoff.

Yuta begins a conversation with the man beside him and you linger in a moment of silence with the ice clinking, background chatter, and dice rolling filling up the space. 

Although you put up a front of not being afraid of the boss yourself, subconsciously, his posture from afar makes you steer your gaze away from him. Even though you shouldn’t, you can’t help but steal a glance again. 

He’s incredibly handsome, his hair dyed a teal blue, always falling into his eyes. The grey suit he wears is unbuttoned, luxurious chains hanging from the collar and lapel. Although he tries to steer away from being the center of attention, he attracts everyone’s eyes with his sharp face and stone-cold gaze. It didn’t help that he also wore a yellow, billowy shirt underneath, the dark green lights making the outfit look sinister. He made it work somehow. 

In the eight months, you’ve been working here, you’ve talked to him a total of three times, each making your stomach turn as you think about it. You can’t explain the feeling of unease you feel when you look deep into his eyes. 

You’ve always been incredibly determined to maintain eye contact with him, not wanting to give yourself away but it made him almost more… curious about you. His eyes looked like they could read all the secrets written beneath your skin. 

A bell clings to signal five men walking through the entranceway, attracting your attention away from your boss. All of them, you’ve never seen here before which was strange. Many customers were regulars and the man in the middle intrigued you. He had a navy suit on and seemed like the one others are worthy of surrounding, hair slicked and parted in the middle with a small strand falling loose in his eyes. 

Yuta parts from the chat he was having, catching the sight of the new, seemingly important, arrival. 

“Squeak, another one of mine please,” Yuta asks mindlessly, hand going up in the man’s direction as a sign of acknowledgment. 

You quickly pour the same drink and hand it off to Yuta. He thanks you, turning back around quickly, exclaiming when he remembers something. 

“Wait for me will you darling?” Yuta asks, a twinkle in his eyes. Crossing your arms, you reluctantly nod, a little mad that you always give in by the end of the night. His brilliant smile is thrown your way before Johnny strings his arm around Yuta.

“What’s up Y/N? Is this man bothering you?” Johnny teases, taking the drink from Yuta’s hands. He’s already bouncing off towards the new arrival, ignoring Yuta’s protest in getting the welcome drink you just poured stolen from him. 

Usually, you would keep your business to yourself but the new guy had you interested. The guest had four bodyguards. Even though they tried to not make it so, the intention was obvious. 

“Who is that?” You ponder aloud.

“A friend I haven’t seen in a while,” Yuta waves off, heading off with a grin. 

“Long time no see, Lee!” Johnny exclaims from afar, the bodyguards naturally carving a path for Yuta. A boyish smile graces the blue suit man as they hug and it leaves you even more curious. 

From all that you’ve observed in your several months here, there was a very tightly knit group that kept this place running smoothly, Yuta being one of them. Although you had no idea what they did to keep the lounge open, you knew they called the shots around here, always intervening when a major incident occurs. 

First up, Nakamoto Yuta. The person you’re the “closest” to in this place. The word “friends” was a push since all you two did was have sex after work, but it could be applied in some cases. You’ve asked him multiple times before, “What do you do for a living?” And the answer is always, “I do part-time in the funeral business.” 

Next, Johnny Suh. The tall beanstalk doesn’t frequent the lounge often, but any time he does, a small smile always makes its way onto your lips. Being a security guard occupies most of his time apparently, as he needs to be “far away from the action”. 

Now, Lee Haechan. You see him almost every other night you work your shift at the Chain. His teasing used to get on your nerves but that was before you started jabbing back. Sadly enough, it makes the little demon spawn more inclined to pick on you. 

Then, Moon Taeil. The few times you’ve had a conversation with him, he was completely high off… something. Whatever it was, it looked fun, to say the least. Maybe you were a little, tiny bit concerned for the man’s health.

Of course, Jung Jaehyun. Another one of the few men that throw you off your balance. His aura is incredibly flirty but closed off at the same time. Almost like a magnet that draws you in and makes you want to unravel all his secrets. 

And, Kim Doyoung. You’ve talked to him once, and just from that one time, you could tell the lean man was a born business dealer. The stack of cash he laid on the counter made him your favorite, least frequent customer. You don’t even care how he got the gun tucked in his hip past the patters. 

Also, Winwin. A quiet non-frequenter that keeps to himself most of the time he’s present at the Chain. Very mysterious for an individual and it makes your curiosity peak at an all-time high. 

Lastly, TY. The man in the yellow shirt and grey chain suit. Your boss. You had no clue as to what his real name was. A leader of sorts, since all of the others, come to his beck and call. All of his drinks are sent to him by a personal server, except for three times he walked up himself. Besides that, he’s treated like a king in the Chain, even though no one explicitly says he’s so. 

From the times you’ve worked the bar, a few of them meet up at odd, random times during the day and night. It was obvious they did more than run this lounge, and you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to know the truth behind everything they did. That gut feeling that’s brought you this far in life, bringing in more money than ever before, had a good perception that you shouldn’t pick and pry at this one. 

Like you had guessed, the others you recognized trickled their way in with different periods of time between each other. All eight of them were here though, something that you hadn’t witnessed before. All seemed somewhat tense as they sat down, even Taeil who looked temporarily not high for once. TY’s signature cold gaze must have been sending a shiver down everyone’s spine. 

In fact, the feeling forces you to focus on serving drinks, on doing your job. You’ve survived for this long not seeking any trouble and you intend to keep it that way. 

In an hour or so, the usual customers in the lounge slowly drift to leaving the Chain. By the time all of them are present, the only people in the lounge were the new arrival, TY, and the others. Cho-hee, your manager, walks up to you as you finish up washing the cocktail shakers. 

“You can clock out early Y/N, don’t worry about finishing up. Have a nice night!” She smiles, her jacket and purse already on her person as she heads toward the entrance. You raise your eyebrows at that but don’t ask, waving her goodbye before bending down to the compartment that held your belongings. 

A whiz of air is caught by your ears, the wet splat and crack following the noise forces you to look behind yourself. 

Your throat is caught, your body freezing at the sight of Cho-hee with a hole straight through her forehead. It’s like time is frozen as your eyes water, the image of the young girl splayed out on the floor with blood soaking her ponytail now forever painted behind your eyelids. Her beautiful smile still sits on her full lips, your hands shaking as you quickly crawl over to her. 

You’ve just reached her, head poking out from behind the bar when a series of loud gunshots make you jerk back. The harsh noise shakes you to your bones as you try your hardest to block the noise: to pull yourself together, find an escape route, and get the fuck out of here but your body can’t make itself move. 

Your hands and feet are numb as your heart beats out of your chest, thunder cracking the floor below you. Shards of glass fall, cutting into your skin but you can’t feel a thing. Every ring of lightning from a gun rocks your body and you tightly close your eyes. 

You’re going to die here. 

Time passes by but you don’t know how long you had sat still for, praying for your life to some higher being above. The gunshots are gone and it’s pure silence until crunches of glass echo closer to you. Muffled calls of your name don’t connect in your head and you feel dizzy, about to pass out from shock. 

“Y/N, look at me.” 

Fingers gently grab both of your wrists, trembling hands being pulled away from your ears. You resist, ready to scream and kick until you open your eyes. 

A blurry Yuta is crouched in front of you, blood running down his cheek from his forehead. His eyes are wide but calm as he checks you for wounds. You roughly pull your hands from his grip and stumble while getting up. All you know is that you need to get out of here, that was it. 

You try to run away from Yuta’s grabs to steady you but your body is shaking, only making it a few feet towards the entryway before Yuta locks you to his chest. Your screams for him to let you go are unheard. 

“Stop it, stop. Stop fighting me.” Yuta harshly whispers in your ear, the fight draining out of your voice as you take in the scene before you. 

Splinters of polished wood, marble, and tinted glass litter the tiled floor, bullet holes poking holes in the spotless wallpaper. The splatters of blood on the walls and furniture make your stomach heave. You hadn’t eaten anything since the afternoon but you felt something coming up. Oh God, the bodies…

A sob wracks your frame, tears blurring your vision. Yuta rubs your back as you yank up water and the granola bar you ate for lunch. You can hardly comprehend the men rushing in, hurriedly rushing the eight other men out of the lounge. 

“Sir, we’ve got to go right now. Leave her, we’ll deal with the witness later.” A guard spits out. In a swift motion, Yuta’s silencer is aimed at the middle of the other man’s forehead. 

“Shut the fuck up before I blow a hole in your head.” Yuta seethes, anger quiet like the calm before a storm. The guard backs down and Yuta goes back to crouching beside you. 

“Yuta,” TY calls calmly from the doorway. He flicks his head outside and Yuta’s tense jaw shifts. 

He slowly helps you up, practically carrying you to the doorway. You’re pushed into a getaway van before Yuta jumps in behind you, the car driving off before you can fight anything. 

“Where the fuck are we going? Let me out!” You order, tugging on the door handle. It doesn’t budge at all, the fire of panic in you quickly spreading like a line of gasoline in your veins. Yuta says your name repeatedly, telling you to calm down but your head and throat throbs too much from yelling to listen.

His calloused hand sharply yanks at your chin to finally kick you out of your stubbornness, forcing you to look into his eyes. 

“If I let you out of here, they’ll take you and torture you. Do you hear me?” Yuta hisses, the hairs on your body rising in fear, “They don’t give a fuck whether or not you know shit. You’re dead the second you leave my side,” He whispers. 

“Now… sit still and stop fucking screaming.” 

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After however long, the van stops with a harsh brake. Yuta grabs your arm and pulls you into the night, where a gigantic warehouse comes into view. The place is old and rusty, a gigantic open space with folded tables laying out a variety of guns. Military-grade containers are being cracked open as men take out their choice of handgun, walking past the two of you with urgency. 

Taeyong had seemingly arrived earlier than you and Yuta, and at the sight of the others’ arrival, he parts from a conversation. All nine head for a room to the side, aimed to be an office but transformed into a shabby conference room. You didn’t realize that that old “friend”, Lee, was bleeding until Haechan scolded him for moving too fast, a henchman wrapping his shoulder before he lost too much blood. 

Yuta is about to absentmindedly walk in with you by his side but Doyoung stops him with a hand on his shoulder. He sighs, turning around to face you and place both of his hands on your cheeks. 

“Squeak, wait here. Give me a few minutes, okay?” Yuta mumbled, Doyoung staring at you over his shoulder. You numbingly nod. 

“You touch her, you lose all your fingers. Hear me?” Yuta jabs a finger into the chest of the man watching over the conference room and he visibly gulps. 

The door slams and you’re locked out, deciding to sit against the wall. A run through your hair makes your hands feel sticky and you look down at them. Bright red paints your usual clean skin, even sinking under your fingernails. You can feel your dry throat closing up again, that familiar sting behind your eyes but you force the tears away with harsh blinks. 

This was really happening. 

The TV news would always have a case like this every other week; another fatal shootout or a drive-by. It was the usual result of mafia gang violence, a few civilians getting harmed, maybe even killed in the process. After all, Neo City was one of the most dangerous cities in the world and yet, you’ve never put yourself in any witness’ shoes. Sure, you’ve been robbed before, verbally harassed, scared before, but never something like this. 

A chorus of loud yells, thuds, and scrapes erupt from the room, momentarily shaking you from your dark thoughts. You can recognize TY’s calm, demanding voice as he silences the room. 

A distinct slam of a door knob hitting the wall makes you jump and Jaehyun is first to leave the room, storming out with a dangerous, fiery expression on. Johnny follows, quick on Jaehyun’s heels, meeting the distance with two strides. He roughly yanks his friend around, mouth urgently moving against his ear. Johnny spits something out quietly, and Jaehyun manages to let out a harsh exhale through his nose. It calms him down a little. 

It terrified you how natural Jaehyun's next action is. 

Pulling a handgun from the waistband of his pants, he unloads it swiftly, slamming the magazine into Johnny’s awaiting palm before he’s walking off, a wave of his finger having several men follow him. 

You must have made some horrified noise from the back of your throat because Johnny’s head swivels down to look at you sitting on the floor. 

He’s immediately sighing, running his hands in his hair. Swearing at Yuta under his breath, he approaches slowly, crouching down to your height. You’re automatically hugging the wall, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible, equally scared of what you had gotten yourself into. 

This was all too much. 

“Y/N— ” Johnny begins but is cut off. Haechan is next to tug open the door, swearing up a storm. 

“This is fucking bullshit! Mark got shot! Yong is acting like it’s a minor fucking inconvenience! This was risky from the start—” 

Taeil hits the back of Haechan’s head and effectively shuts the youngest up when he sees their audience; you. 

All of them stare, Haechan’s face quickly twisting up as he scoffs. “It’s her, isn’t it? The fucking traitor that Yuta dragged in, just to cost us everything we’ve built for—” 

“How about you shut your exposition shit up, huh?” Winwin quickly cuts in, shoving the youngest along as he walks out the room.

Johnny starts up again, making you focus back on him. “I’m sorry you got caught up in this.” He says quietly, not able to look in your eyes as he stands.

A man calls Johnny over and he gives one last lookover of you before leaving you by your own once more. The conversation in the room is slowly getting rowdier again, the familiar stubborn voice you know best loud above the others. Their words ring clear now that the door is wide open.

“Look, I had no choice! If I had left her there, she would’ve been tracked down for information, tortured for nothing! Taeyong, she doesn’t know what I do at all.” 

“You did have a choice, Nakamoto! To shoot her!” Doyoung’s words have your breathing become labored once again. The man guarding the door is cautious as he eyes your behavior. 

“That’s what you should have fucking done in the first place because it would be a favor to her and for all of us! The second that you found her, you should have known that. No one else was alive in that room except for the rest of us.”  

“Shut the fuck Doyoung—”

“Did you suddenly forget the rules, Nakamoto? Because there’s a reason they’re there in the first place. It would saved us this fucking headache. Screwing around and getting attached in this line of business is not what—”

“Oh, like what you’ve done in the past? What happened to Hwa-young, huh? She died because you left her unprotected—” 

“That’s too far Yuta—”

Once Mark had joined the mix, you had had enough, your flight instincts catching up to you. You don’t even think as you quickly pull yourself up, booking it across the warehouse. The guard stood before the conference room chases, yelling at men to grab you. 

You scream and kick at your capture but they don’t let go, one swiftly knocking on the conference room door before swinging it open. You’re thrown onto the floor unceremoniously in front of the four men in the room. 

“She tried running away, sir.” The guard breathes out, clearing his throat when Taeyong sighs deeply. He flicks away the men that captured you, closing the door. You’re terrified to look up as you hear the clack of his shoes near your shivering form. 

Soon, his tailored pants and shiny shoes, dotted in red, come into view. Taeyong crouches, gently pulling your chin up. Dark, dangerous eyes— like the calm before a storm— access you. Breathe you in and out to read you. 

“You’re not playing me, are you love?” The power behind his question has you holding in air. 

“No,” You breathe out, “I promise. I don’t know anything.” 

Your voice cracks at the end and you bite your lip to keep from heaving. Taeyong’s thumb digs into the side of your cheek so hard, his nail draws blood. You whimper, Yuta flinching from behind him. 

Taeyong tilts his head along with yours, studying how far you can take the pain. You try your best to keep the sounds in, swallowing the burn.

“You’re a pretty good actress, I must say. Whoever trained you trained you well. You even had cold-blooded Yuta falling for you.” And then he’s standing up, reaching for the pistol on the table. 

“No, no! Please, I haven’t done anything wrong, please! Don’t kill me, I don’t know anything at all, I haven’t done anything wrong!” Your whole form racks with sobs as you beg, rubbing your palms together. 

Yuta’s face twists in agony, closing his eyes as he tries to ignore your heart-wrenching pleas. “Taeyong, don’t do this.” 

A shot rings out so close to your ears, you don’t even hear your scream, body convulsing when you think you’ve gotten shot. The bullet practically grazed your ear. 

“I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING, PLEASE!” 

Yuta is pushing Taeyong’s pointed gun from you, furious as he shoves him away. “She doesn’t know shit! Stop!”

Taeyong watches the fire burn brighter in Yuta’s irises as they face one another, Doyoung crossing his arms. 

“She didn’t crack,” Mark mutters, still sat in a fold-up chair, calm as could be despite bleeding from the shoulder. 

Yuta’s furious eyes whip around to throw daggers over to his friend. “Yes, because as I told you, she’s fucking innocent. You think I’m that idiotic?” He exclaims. 

Taeyong bites the inside of his cheek, placing his pistol back on the table carelessly. He chuckles, “Well, seeing as you brought an innocent here to our base, yes.”

Yuta ignores him, helping you into a chair. You’re shivering like it’s below freezing in the room, brain still trying to cope with how close you were to dying. Taeyong kicks his chair to the side, the screech of metal making you jump. 

“Alright love,” Taeyong says, leaning forward on the table, “Let’s say you’re the harmless little lamb Yuta here says you are. I’ll be honest, I could tell you weren’t a mole, but I just wanted to be sure—” 

Yuta throws himself out of the chair he just settled into, ready to strangle Taeyong but Doyoung roughly yanks him back. 

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Tae—” Yuta growls, Taeyong’s smirk only growing wider. 

“You really think I’d bring a potential spy to the base, Yuta? Come on.” He drawls, Yuta’s mood further souring by the second as his breathing becomes heavy.

“Yong,” Mark warns even the leader, and he backs off, focusing on you again.

Taeyong leans in even closer, his breath brushing your face. “Why should I keep you alive?”

Widening your eyes at that, you rush out, “I-I haven’t done anything wrong, I-I won’t tell anyone anything, okay? I promise you, I promise. I just want to leave a-and go home—” You’re shaking your head as you ramble on, gaze getting less confident to continue looking into Taeyong’s eyes.

“You won’t be able to go back home Y/N,” Doyoung bluntly states, “Assuming the people that nearly succeeded in assassinating all of us were smart, they’ve known you worked at the Chain for months and have ransacked your place by now.”

“Keep her at mine. She’ll be safe there, Jungwoo is still on the low—”

Doyoung scoffs at the Yuta’s idea instantly. “You can’t be serious. He’s been off duty for months—”

“Well he can still aim a fucking gun, can’t he? I’m not leaving her to stay here at base.”

There’s a momentary pause in silence as Taeyong considers his options. He seems to make up his mind when he meets his friend’s gaze, having never seen as much concern in Yuta’s eyes, rivaling even his fierce loyalty to the members. 

Yong looks to Mark. “Think Jungwoo is enough?”

Mark chuckles, shaking his head. “Yes, we’re acting like Jungwoo can’t fucking walk or something. We can’t spare other men for one witness right now. There’s other shit to attend to, including all our docks. That should be our number one priority right now.” 

The leader sighs in exhaustion as backs away from the table, stretching his neck with a few cracks. It was obvious Taeyong was in an all-nighter. 

“Fine, Yuta. Consider this a favor from that one time in the U District but she’s your responsibility.” Taeyong gives up, falling into his chair gracefully.

Yuta closes his eyes and lets out a sigh in relief before looking over to you. You’re still shivering like a brittle leaf, eyes unfocused and hardly registering the conversation that just took place in front of you. 

He’s immediately walking towards you, ready to envelop you in his arms but Mark tugs at Yuta’s elbow before he can reach you. 

“Your men need you right now. I’ll make sure she gets to Jungwoo, alright?” Mark calmly assures and the older reluctantly nods. 

Yuta slowly returns to your presence and places a soft pressure on your thighs. Your arms are wrapped around your body, instantly tensing at his touch. It takes a few calls of your name before you can focus on Yuta and his words. 

“... you’ll be guarded at mine and I’ll be there when you wake up. Okay?” 

Although you didn’t catch everything, you panic at the insinuation. Yuta was leaving you. 

Immediately clutching onto Yuta’s arms, you pray for him to not leave you. He was the only constant you needed to stay sane right now; the one thing you could rely on. Even if your relationship with Yuta was one that was shallow, clouded with lust half the time, you needed him by your side. 

“No, no. Please, please don’t. Don’t leave me Yuta, please.” 

Yuta swallows harshly and reminds himself of his resolve. “I’ll be quick, I promise Squeak. You can trust the person I’ll leave you with, 100%.” He readily meets your gaze, reaching into your soul so deep that it stills your trembling for a minute. 

“Do you trust me?” 

Eyes watering, you nod. After all this, you must be crazy to trust Yuta but you do. You can’t explain the gut feeling on this one, you really can’t. 

“Alright, come here,” Yuta mutters, gently taking your face into his palms. He presses his lips to your forehead and you close your eyes at the touch, revelating in the small comfort it gives before Yuta pulls away. 

The three other men in the room meet each other’s gazes and mutually think the same thing. They have never seen their friend act like this before and it looked like you were going to be here for the long run. You were now a part of this deranged family running organized crime, whether they or even you, liked it or not. 

Once one member considers you worth dying for, all of them do. 

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The Winter Ghost - Part 16

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of death, fluff. 

W/c: 2.3 k  

A/n: Welcome back, and Happy Labour Day! We’re winding down here folks, but I’ve got some spicy chapters coming up... Thats all I’m going to say about that. But honestly, the biggest of thank you’s to @cutie1365​ for editing those parts because they were rough. I embarassed myself quite afew times. Anyways, enjoy babes! 

The sun burned into the cabin windows causing the dust that hovered stagnant in the dull room to sparkle. Bucky had tossed and turned for the past few hours, trying to rest his eyes, but it was to no avail. Instead of torturing himself further by counting ceiling planks, he groaned out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. It appeared he wasn't the only one having trouble sleeping. 

Steve and Wanda hovered over Vision as he sat at the kitchen table, typing into the laptop. 

“Sergeant Barnes, I’ve located Agent L/n” The android spoke, freezing Bucky in his tracks. 

“You found Y/n?” He stumbled over his feet, joining the three of them as he watched the small red dot on the screen blink slowly. There you were. 

“Okay, that's not too far from here. Maybe a half hour right. Keep your comms on, I’ll get packed and head out now-”

“Alone?” Wanda spoke surprised. 

“I can handle a couple of Hydra picks. And I’m not risking what happened to Nat to happen again.” 

“That's not really up to you, jerk.” Steve sighed. “I’m with ya… Till the end of the line, remember?” 

Bucky’s eyes softened at that, watching as a small smile pulled at the corner of Steve's mouth. His relationship with his best friend had been a little rocky these past few weeks to say the least. But for the first time in a long time, he trusted him. Completely and fully. Bucky wasn't alone, not any more. 

“Alright, punk. Let's go get her back.” 

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

You squeezed the trigger, wincing as the machine in your hand clicked. 

Silence. 

You pulled it again, but same as before nothing happened. 

“Oh, baby. You're even more ruthless than I remember.” Tommy taunted, holding up the clip in his hands before springing from the floor, charging at you. You quickly dodged him, sending him into the wall behind you. 

“You’d really shoot me? After everything we’ve been through. Bucky Barnes must have some pretty good moves. Remind me to ask him when Hydra gets their little pet back.” 

You growled, “Take his name out of your mouth.” 

“And what about you, baby. Has it been in yours?” He cooed, lunging at you and hammering a stiff punch to your jaw. You stumbled back a few pases, but ultimately regained your balance. 

“I trusted you. I loved you!” You screamed, rocketing your leg forward and sweeping it under Tommy’s legs, knocking him down. He gasped on impact, clutching his chest for air. 

“Tell me,” He wheezed. “When he touches you, do you think of me?” The small smirk on his thin lips disappeared as you brought your boot down on his throat. He choked and gasped for air, but none came. For a moment you wondered if this was really who you were. A killer, nothing but a numb shell of a woman he had left behind. 

You watched as his face turned a deep shade of purple. He furiously clawed at your leg begging for air. It would be so easy. With your strength and a little more added pressure you could completely crush his windpipe. Hell, you're sure you could rip his head clean off, but you didn't want blood on your new combat boots. It’s funny, all this time you were thinking Bucky was the monster. Yet here you stood, Tommy’s life in your hands and there was nothing you'd enjoy more than watching his eyes roll back into his skull. Just like before, only this time there would be no second chances. 

The commotion outside the small room had your head snapping up and away from your prey. Gunfire echoed through the hallways, causing you to freeze. As the footsteps neared your room, you made your decision. Tommy would get his one way or another, but not if you died first. 

Reluctantly you lifted your boot off his now bruised and raw throat. He drew a jagged breath as the air rushed back into his swollen lungs. You grabbed the mag from across the room and reloaded the gun with a deep click. 

“Not a word.” You threatened Tommy, pressing the pistol into his head behind him. If you were going out, it was going to be a bloodbath, starting with his.

The metal door was torn from its hinges in an explosion of dust and concrete.

“I’d pull the trigger if I were you, doll.” His familiar husky voice boomed. 

“Bucky?” You all but whispered. 

“We’re not killing anyone.” Steve spoke from beside him as he and Wanda walked through the dust filled room. 

“You came.” You swallowed down your exhaustion you only now realised was there.

“Of course we came. Couldn't leave my best girl. All though, now I see you can take care of yourself just fine.” Bucky chuckled. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips as relief filled your lungs. 

“They're gunna’ to kill you.” Tommy coughed out. Bucky’s eyes shot to his, and as if it was the first time he had really realised he was in the room. 

“Oh, you must be Tommy. You know, heard great things, but now that we're meeting - officially- I have to say, I’m disappointed.” He took two wide pases to the quivering man, looking down on him. “You're shorter than I thought you'd be.” Bucky half joked. 

“Go on Winter Soldier. Do what you do best. Show her who you are.” He breathed, more confidence in his small voice now. He truly had a death wish.

“With pleasure.” Bucky seethed. You prepared yourself for the gruesome image that was about to unfold but the next thing you felt was Bucky’s hands on either side of your arms. When you opened your eyes, his were soft. 

This time, you knew who initiated it. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips onto his. They were soft and rough all at once as he drank you in. His flesh hand quickly lost itself in your hair as he pulled you in deeper. He kissed you softly, but you urged for more, desperate and craving to make up for lost time. He chuckled darkly at your attempt, holding you tight to his chest. He wanted nothing more than to hold you like that and never let go, but there were bigger things at play. Reluctantly, he pulled away as you gasped for breath. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Bucky breathed, taking your hands in his. You nodded, completely lost in thought. 

“Please.” He signed, following Steve and Wanda out of the room. 

“You can't just leave me here!” Tommy shouted. 

“Don’t worry, darling. Hydra’s going to take care of you. I mean, you let me get away, but I’m sure they’ll understand. After all, historically Natzi’s have been known for their forgiveness...” You grinned, turning on your heel and coming face to face with him.

“Y/n, please. Baby, you gotta’ help me. I'm sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Tommy begged. His meak words caused you to grit your teeth. 

“I want you to remember this when they’re torturing you… I could have killed you. Easily- without regret. But you deserve so, so much worse.” You signed, slapping his face mockingly. You turned on your heel, as his words hit your back like a threat. 

“You're a slut, you know that. No one will ever love you like I did. You'll always be a sad, broken, pathetic bitch. Lucky your family fucked off when they did before they could see you grow up to be such whore.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. Bucky watched you carefully as you gnawed on your bottom lip, pleading with your eyes. He met your silent question with a shrug of his shoulders. Swiftly you turned and before Tommy could understand what was happening you took a fistful of his polo shirt and instantaneously collided your fist with his cheek, knocking him out instantly. 

“God damn, you're beautiful.” Bucky breathed, causing you to giggle. 

“Lets get the fuck out of here.” You spat, watching Tommys limp body crumpled on the floor. It took everything in you not to finish the job right there. Luckily Bucky was there to pull you away. 

You were quickly rushed through the hallways, avoiding the Hydra agents who writhed in half conscious pain on the floor. A nice touch by Wanda, who most likely sent them to their personal hell on earth. A few of them had bullet holes in their appendages but nothing fatel. 

“Why aren't we killing them again?” You asked under your breath to Bucky. 

“Steve thinks if a bunch of Hydra agents wind up dead ittl’ alert his friends back in New York. We’re trying to keep a low profile.” He explained, clenching his jaw. “Doesn't mean I’m not tempted to rain down fire on these sons of bitches. But he’s right.” 

“But they know how to replicate my serum now. What do we-”

“We’ll keep close tabs on them. Right now we need to get you out of here. We’ll come back when we regroup.” He resaured you, pulling you close. “You're my mission. You've always been my mission. Can you just let me save you?” He chuckled. 

You shook your head, a smile spreading on your lips. “I don't need a knight.” 

Bucky flashed that lopsided grin you missed so much, “How bout’ a Sergeant?” He asked deeply, sending a chill to blossom through your body. 

“I’ll get back to you.” You spoke sheepishly. 

“Sam says the jets fired up. He and Vision are on the tarmac just out front.” Steve spoke, leaning you out the doors and into the burning sunlight. The four of you ran across the pathment as Steve helped Wanda into the aircraft. Wanda wrapped her hand around yours and pulled you up, but before you could climb in, the sound of gunfire exploded through the air. 

In the time it took you to turn around, it was too late. Bucky had taken the blow of two bullets fired from the disheveled Hydra agent across the tarmac. Your heart stopped as another round of bullets sprayed through the air. Wanda screamed your name as you pulled away from her and threw yourself in front of Bucky, absorbing the impact. In a flash of red, you disintegrated the bullets, turning them to dust before you. 

“Get him out of here.” You ordered, turning for a moment to assess his injuries. Steve and Sam reluctantly pulled Bucky onto the jet leaving you to face your demon. The agent smiled wickedly. 

“Leaving so soon, Y/n. Family reunion not all you thought it was going to be?” He snearned. 

“Family. Is that even a word you understand?” You spat, closing in on him. He was only a few yards away. The man shrugged and tucked his gun away. 

“Maybe not. How about some words you'll understand?” He spoke coolly. 

“Выхлоп.” Exhaust. The word echoed around your mind, a memory pulling at your heart. 

“Отражение...тоска...забытый...горящий...призрак...пять...замороженный...мост…  чувство вины.” 

Reflection...Longing… Forgotten… Burning… Ghost… Five… Frozen… Bridge… Blame.

Images flashed through your mind. The inferno of your childhood home. Tommy’s lifeless body tipping over the bridge… Your mom and dad, the way they smiled. You're sisters giggle. Your mission… Finally, numbness washed over you as you hung your head in exhaustion. 

You took two steps closer to the man, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Are you ready to comply?” He questioned curley. 

“Yeah, that doesn’t work anymore.” You breathed, snapping your head up to meet the man's horrified face. Crimson flames erupted out of your hands as you lifted him off the ground. With the flick of your fingers, the bones in his legs snapped, an ungodly sound of crunching willing the air. He screamed in pain as you threw him like a ragdoll into the side of the building. 

You shook your head, physically trying to rid yourself of the daze Hydras trigger words had sent you into. Bucky calling your name from behind knocking you back to reality. You ran towards the jet, climbing in and trying to steady your breathing. 

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, astonished. 

“I think so.” You replied, just as shocked as he was. 

“Those were trigger words. Just like Bucky had. How did you fight it?” He spoke. 

You looked to Bucky who only blinked at you. You had your answer before you even spoke. 

“Bucky. I just remembered Bucky.” You breathed, squatting down beside him and holding your hand over his wounds to relieve his pain. 

“I knew it.” He groaned, feeling the ache slowly dissipate into thin air. 

“What?” You chuckled, taking a seat beside him and pressing your lips to his temple. He signed into your touch and leaned his head onto your shoulder.  

“Knew you couldn't leave me for dead. You’ve got my six.” He explained, repeating his words from the other day. You smiled into your lap and rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah. I thought it might be a dick move. But we’re even now.” You sighed, nudging him a little.  His eyes fluttered closed as he began to doze off. His wounds surely repairing themselves while he slept. You wondered if he could hear how fast your heart was beating as you watched him nuzzle into you. 

Of course, he did. He smiled softly, knowing he made you feel the same as you did him. Though he wondered if he was pushing his luck to imagine he could take that thought one step further.

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A/N: So, #fuck tommy. Telling him off in this was honestly therapeutic lol. I really hoped you guys enjoyed this one. As always, please like and reblog of you’ve read it. And feel free so leave some feedback, its alwasy welcome! 

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[janus-manus]

dukexiety fanfic request? just a lil fluff of some idiots being goofballs?

Pairings: Dukexiety

Genre: Fluff, drama?, comedy except im tired so its not funny

Characters: Remus, Virgil

Trigger Warnings: Sex mention, dm me or send in an ask for other things to be warned for.

Words: 988

Notes: I cried while writing this. You really need to imagine like, intense acting for this. And. I’m sorry anon, I tried to make this goofy, but instead its dramatic. Apologies.

Virgil could feel Remus pulling the dye through his hair. Virgil wasn’t a particularly… touchy person but something about Remus’ touch made him feel safe. And… taken care of. I mean, it was funny. Like, Remus was so far from safety. He was… actually fucking crazy. But as the two sat in the bathroom with hair dye strewn across the floor at 3AM, well. Virgil felt about the most safe and at home that he’d ever been.

“Are you sure about this, Virgin?” Remus said, chuckling, “I mean it’s a pretty bright purple.”

Virgil breathed deeply and stared in the mirror. “I’m absolutely not sure at all and I know I’m going to regret this in the morning.”

Remus snorted and came around front to look Virgil in the eyes. “That sounds fucking perfect then.”

Virgil pushed the other playfully. “You dork! Finish my hair or I won’t do yours.”

“Fiiiiiine,” he got back behind Virgil and continued to gently put the dye in. The emo, calm as he was acting, felt his heart fluttering with every movement Remus made. He just wanted to fall back into the other’s arms and lay there forever. Of course, he’d completely mess up his hair and Remus’ clothes if he did that, so he resisted. 

“Hey, once you're done with my hair, I’m gonna wait a bit. You know, cause there’s only one shower, we can’t both be needing to wash our hair at the same time.” Said Virgil, trying not to move.

“What, you shy?”

“Remus!!!” The soon-to-be-purple-haired teenager blushed furiously at this. 

“What, I’m just saying. It’s more convenient. Wastes less water.”

“You aren’t trying to seduce me darling, are you?” Virgil turned around, smirking flirtatiously.

This time it was Remus’ turn to be flustered. He’d always made sexual and romantic jokes towards the others, but for them to flirt back was unheard of. I suppose 3AM does funny things to your head. “What, Virgin? Are you flirting with me?”

“Ahaugh! No!” Virgil’s face lit up red, “Just fucking finish the hair you flirt.” The emo chuckled and turned back, hiding his flusteredness to the best of his ability. Remus just smirked and went back to working. 

After a few minutes, Virgil’s hair was all wrapped up and ready to soak. Remus took off his gloves and washed his hands. 

“Now I have to wash out this bleach, then you’ll do my streak, right?”

“Yes, sir. Do you want me to leave?”

“Nah, it's fine, shower curtains exist for a reason.”

“Remus that’s… not the reason shower curtains exist.”

The other teenager just shrugged, stepping behind the curtain and throwing his clothes on the floor. Pretty soon the shower started.

“Say, Remus?”

“Hm?”

“How-- when do you feel most safe. I mean. Like. Auaugh nevermind I can’t articulate.”

Remus paused, “That’s a good question, Virgin. I think… Well. Tell me yours, you're always so anxious, I can’t imagine you ever feeling safe.”

Virgil chuckled, “Well… It’s, surprisingly, with you.”

There was a long pause.

“Me?” Remus poked his head out from the curtain. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I just… I know you’d never hurt me. Not on purpose and… I know you’ll do anything to protect me. And… I… I can tell you anything. I know you’ll listen. I know you’ll never laugh when I’m being serious about something. You joke about so much but you just… respect my boundaries so… so firmly. I… I want to lie in your arms forever because that’s the place that I’m safe.”

The shower curtain fell back, and Virgil could hear Remus lean against the wall. “Virgil… I… I’m so… You…”

The emo chuckled softly. “God you can’t even process it you dork.”

“Shut up! That’s… The nicest thing I’ve ever heard. Everything I want to be to you… I am. Do you realize? Virgil I want more than anything to be the person there to take care of you and fight for you and hold you in my arms and I everything you just said is what I want to be! I want… to be there! For you!” Quiet sobs could be heard over the shower.

“Remus, are you crying?” Virgil shuffled over. “Can I open the curtain?”

“Ye-yeah.”

Remus was sitting down, smiling softly. “Virgil… I care about you so much.”

“You’re such a dork,” Virgil reached out his hand, pulling Remus’ face forward. “You really… care about me.”

“God yes, I do.”

The emo let his hand fall to Remus' shoulder. “You need to finish your shower… I…”

“It’s okay, just hand me a towel.” Remus wiped a tear from his eye and took a towel when Virgil handed it to him. In a few moments he was dry and in clean-ish clothes. Virgil gently began working on Remus hair, preparing to dye his streak silver. The two were blushing, but the flusteredness was gone, it was… a sort of peace they’d come to. 

“Virgil?”

“Yeah?” The emo gently placed more dye in Remus’ hair.

“I… love you. It’s kind of dorky to say but I’ve already passed that mark tonight. I care about you… so much. I love you.”

The two locked eyes, and Virgil, Mr. Cannot Talk to Anyone, The Socially Anxious Wreck, leaned in and pressed his lips to Remus’. His dye covered hands found their way to Remus' jaw and shirt, but neither of them cared. Remus returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Virgil. They kissed until they ran out of breath, and then leaned into each other’s shoulders, hearing nothing but the other’s heartbeat. Their arms were wrapped tightly around each other’s torsos and laid like that for what seemed like forever, and even that wasn’t enough. 

Is this… what being safe is like?

In the end, the dye came out alright, although if you look closely you’ll notice some purple in Remus’ streak, and a small grey bit in Virgil’s purple hair.

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[demivampirew]

So we meet again - part 3

Henry x Reader x Chris

Summary: A recent graduate recounters someone from her past with who things did not exactly ended up in great terms. She holds a grudge on him for that and still has unanswered questions about what happened.

You can find part 1 and 2 in the Masterlist

Triggers: cursing, drinking and mentions of dead relatives.

Finally, after a raw couple of months, you're luck was starting to change. You finished and published your book and it was a sensation among the academic community. Not much after lunch you received a call inviting you to a discution of your work held in Harvard University and the interviewer was not other than Steven Pinker himself - a cognitive psychologist, linguist, and popular science author. He is Johnstone Family Professor in the Department of Psychology at Harvard University. In fact, his point of view in the topic of language acquisition was something you talked about in your book. That was a great day in your career. You decided to go to the pub to celebrated with your friend Mark  -he was the only friend you could celebrate good news with, since your other two friends were always busy, one with her shifts in the hospital and the other with her son. - Guess who is going to have a special event to talk about her work on Havard University? - you said smiling to your friend as you sat next to the bar. - Beyoncé? Not, I know the answer... Meryl! - Mark joked - Haha, pretty funny - you replied sarcastically. - Congrats, babe! - he cheered as he handed you a Guinness - Thanks, love. - you thanked him happily and drink the cold beer. - So, have you heard the news? - he asked you as he raised an eyebrow - What news? - you questioned confused - Superman broke up with blondie. - he informed amused - Oh. Well, bad for them I guess. - you replied trying to show how little you cared about your former friends - Do you want to know how I know they broke up? - Not really, but I have the feeling you will tell me anyway. - He was here yesterday and told me himself. He also wanted to talk to you, so he asked me to give you this. - Mark said as he handed you a piece of paper with a phone number on it. You grabbed the piece of paper and tore it up into tiny pieces and then gave it back to him. - Mark, sweetie, would you do me the favor of put this into the trash can? - you requested and he did as you told him, looking you as if you were crazy. - Oh, damn! Someone's pissed. - he pointed out. - Someone's tired of being a punchbag.- you implied - Everytime he shows up in my life, I end up crying and feeling awful. So I want him far away from me. If he comes back again, tell him I want him to fuck off and leave me alone. - you demanded and took another zip of your drink. - Ok. I'll do it - he promessed, looking at you afraid, like if you were a hungry tiger. - Changing the subject, will you help me plan a surprise birthday party for George? I could really use a hand. - Absolutely, count with me for anything you need, love.- you assured him. - This is for you - said Charlotte as she approached you from the other side of the bar, handing you another beer.- This is from the gentleman over there- pointed out the bartender, as she nodded in direction where the tables were and a young man was smiling at you as you took at look at him. You recognized him immediately; it was not other than Captain America. You grabbed the beer and raised it in a sign of thank you and started to drink it. He then stood up and started to walk towards you. He sat next to you on the bar and smiled at you. - I'm Chris.- he introduced himself, offering you his hand. - Y/N - you replied shooking his hand. - All drinks of this lovely lady are on me.- he said to Mark and Charlotte and the three of you burst on laughing and he look at everybody, confused, knowing that there was an inside joke he was missing. - Don't worry about it, all of her drinks are on the house.- Mark explained- She's part owner of the place. - Seriously? - he asked surprised, looking at you, smirking - Kind of.- you added - My uncle is the real owner. My father helped him built the place and after he passed, my sister and I inherit his part. But, my uncle is the real owner. - And one day, unless he decides to have kids, this will be yours.- Mark pointed out. - Apparenty that's what Uncle John wants.- you shrugged, like if it wasn't a big deal. - Impressive. - Chris exclaimed - More impressive is the fact that she's a start in the academic world. She's a genious.- your friend bragged on your behalf. - Oh, yeah? - the actor asked curious - Yes. She's a proffesor on the best college in London and also wrote a successfull book and now she's going to have an event throw in her honour at Harvard University. - Wow, it looks like I found a really smart woman.- he said smiling.- I really find that extremely attractive. - Do you want to know to know what I find attractive? - you asked with a seductive voice, getting closer to him. He had his eyes set on your lips as you talked. - Please do tell.- he replied - Iron Man. - you replied as you started laughing and he joined your laugh. - Haha, very funny.- he told you - Not only smart but also hilarious. - Well, who said that you can't be both? - you asked as you finish your beer. - Good point. I like your sense of humor. Will you like to entertain me so more with your cute jokes on somewhere more private? - I don't have sex when I drink.- you indicated him. - You're very direct, aren't you? - he laughed amused and you shrugged. - That was not my plan...at least not for tonight. - he explained and winked. - I was thinking more of a private conversation about your work and life and things you enjoy, while we have a good laugh with your incredible funny comments. - I'd love to do that. Another day, maybe? - you questioned as you saw your uncle come out from his office and approach you. - Absolutely. Will you like to have dinner with me tomorrow? - he questioned - Sure. - you replied - Here's her number.- interrupted Mark as he handed Chris a piece of paper with your phone number written on it. - Sweetie, do you need a ride home? - asked you your godfather. - Yes, please.- you prompted. Wait for me for a minute, please? - you requested - Sure. Mark, Charlotte, I'll see you tomorrow.- he said goodbye to his employees. - Bye, John- both bartenders saluted him. - Ok, so you text me and then we'll arenge everything, ok? - you told Chris. - I'll call you in the morning.-he promesed. - Alright.- you replied and say goodbye to everyone as you went to the door. In the ride home, you were looking through the window and smiling. - You seem pretty happy.- teased you your uncle and you laugh. - I am. Today I got a call from Harvard; they wanted me to talk in an event dedicated to my book and the host is not other than Steven Pinker.- you explained - I don't know who he is, but I'm pretty sure he's important, so congratulations.- he exclaimed, just as excited as you were. - He is. He's one of the people whose work I discuss in my book. - That's great, darling! - he said happy for you - Now tell me, is that the only reason you're smiling? - he said and gave you a quick look while raising an eyebrow and then set his eyes back on the road. - I saw you talk with Chris Evans. - I'm surprised you know who he is. - you replied amused - Hey, I'm only 47 and I love Marvel movies. Of course, I know who he is.- he reproached you laughing. - You're right, sorry. - you apologized. - So, I heard you're going out with him. - Yep. He asked me out to dinner tomorrow. - What about the other superhero? - he questioned and gave you another quick look to see your reaction. - What superhero? - you asked, pretending to be confused - You know who I'm talking about. - he called out your bullshit, he knew you were pretending not to know- Superman. - He's out of my life. He's been out of my life for a while. - you replied without smiling. - It seems like you're not out of his. He's been on the pub constantly in the last few weeks, always looking at the bar, my office and the entrance. I'm bet my life he was looking for you. - Maybe he's waiting for me to introduce him to another friend so he can date her.- you told bitterly. Your uncle decided not to comment on the subject anymore. After you got to your place, you went straight to the bathroom to take a quick shower before heading to bed, when you saw that you had a direct message on Instagram. It was from Henry. "Could we meet and talk, please? I really need to talk to you" he wrote. You looked at the message for a moment, and as you were about to reply, you remembered the whole situation with Tara, and that made you angry. So, instead of replying, you blocked him and left your phone as you entered the shower.

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[dontcare77ghj]

Public

Steve x reader x Tony

Hey guys, I know I’ve been absent for a while, what a lot of you don’t know is I have a lot of issues with depression and anxiety and I’ve had some problems recently. And of course, when I decided to post Tumblr crashed. Got to love the universe but without further adieu I present Public.

WARNING; COULD BE TRIGGERING, MENTIONS OF BEING ROOFIED AND UNWANTED TOUCHING. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING.

The three of you didn’t have a lot of privacy. What with you all being avengers, Tony being Tony, Steve being Captain America and you being a mutant and the sister of Bruce Banner, privacy was very limited.

The press had made it clear that they would report on anything that the team did, but they seemed to have a keen interest on the three of you. So when you, Steve and Tony decided to have a relationship together, you all decided to keep it a secret. From everyone.

It was not that you didn’t trust the team, but the more people who knew, the higher the likelihood that the press would find out. So you kept it a secret because it was your relationship, and it was nice to have something just for you. As far as the world knew, you were all close friends and to them that was that.

"It's just two weeks." Steve promised as you helped him fold some clothes. "I'll be back in no time, you won't even notice I've been gone." He assured.

"Of course we'll notice that you're gone. Two weeks is an eternity." Tony complained, flopping his head down onto Steve's pillows. "You're leaving us all alone."

"Tony he's not leaving us alone, stop being so dramatic." You smiled, throwing one of Steve's shirts at him.

"And it's not like I'm doing it on purpose." Steve insisted as Tony threw the shirt back at you. "We have a job, sometimes we get called out individually."

"I know, I know." Tony said, waving a hand at the two of you. "But I swear Fury does it on purpose."

"He doesn't do it on purpose." You told him, shaking your head slightly. "He knows our skill sets and assigns the missions accordingly."

"No, he does it to ruin our lives. I swear the man knows everything and thinks it's funny to send one of us on missions at a time.” Tony whined, sitting up on the bed.

“Okay, you need to pick up some shirt and start folding.” You said, throwing the shirt Steve was holding at him. “I can’t believe you’re leaving me alone with him.” You sighed only half serious.

“Oh I know, life’s so cruel.” Steve teased, wrapping his arms around your waist. “How are you going to a survive left with only one boyfriend?”

“Speaking of surviving, you better come back to us alive.” You said, looking up at him seriously. “If you don’t, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Language.” Tony said from the bed.

“I promise to come back alive as long as you make sure he takes care of himself.” Steve said, jerking his head towards the man on the bed.

“Yes sir.” You said teasingly.

“And you,” He continued, turning the two of you to face Tony. “Make sure Y/N takes care of herself.”

“You act as if neither of us know how to take care of ourselves.” Tony said, appearing mildly offended. “Relax Stevie, we can look after each other for two weeks.”

“I hope so.” Steve murmured as you sat down next to Tony.

“You need to not worry so much, honey.” You said, reaching a hand towards him. “It’s going to turn your hair grey.”

“I don’t get worried about my hair colour; I worry about the two of you. The two of you weren’t great at taking care of yourselves before and you still aren’t that good at remembering to look after yourselves.”

“We might be human messes but we can take care of ourselves for two weeks.” Tony said as Steve sat next to you.

“Exactly, now, all you need to worry about is coming back to us.” You said, kissing Steve on the corner of his lips.

“I love you two.” Steve smiled, pulling you into his side as Tony repositioned himself on Steve’s other side.

Neither of you said anything as you both burrowed further into his sides. You didn’t need to say anything as you and Tony took each other’s hand over Steve’s stomach. The message was clear enough for Steve as you all laid together.

You both loved him too.

“You’re a cruel bastard, Stark.” You groaned as Tony went through your closet.

“That’s what you said last night.” He said turning back to look at you with a shit eating grin. You took a pillow from next to you and lobbed it at the billionaire who dodged expertly.

“Different context, Tony.” You told him, shaking your head. “Do we have to go tonight?” You questioned once more.

“Yes, darling, we have to go.” Tony said, sounding unsympathetic to your unwillingness to attend. “Where are all your party dresses?” He asked, still looking through your closest.

A party. Something you would normally be excited to attend but tonight you just couldn’t find it i you to want to go. Steve had been gone for just over two weeks at this point and you were worried. You could tell Tony was also worried about your blonde boyfriend but he hid his worry easily.

Steve had only been permitted one call and that was on the day he’d originally planned to come home. He’d sounded tired when he spoke and was only allowed to speak for a short time. He had said that he had to stay there for another week at least, maybe longer if things didn’t go as planned.

You hadn’t heard from him since and the silence made you worry. As an Avenger you knew radio silence happened so no one caught wind of location’s or plans, but just because you knew and understood that did mean it calmed you.

“Hidden so you can’t make me go.” You told him, laying back on the bed.

“Found them.” He said, pulling the bag out from under your bed. “Even for you that wasn’t a great hiding spot, baby girl.” He teased

“Well you didn’t give me much time to hide them.” You huffed, rolling over to face your boyfriend. “Tony?”

“Hm.” He hummed, not looking up from the bag.

“You didn’t go to bed last night, did you?” You questioned, placing your hand on his face and rubbed the dark ring under his eye with your thumb.

“No.” He said, not wanting to lie. He looked up at you and smiled a small smile. “I’m sorry, I know I promised you that I would but I just didn’t.”

“I know you meant to. You were doing so well, Tone, you can’t stop now.” You said. You took his face in both his hands and kissed the bags under his eyes before kissing him. “You don’t have to do it for me or Steve but just do it for you, okay?”

“Okay.” He agreed. “Okay.” He repeated, kissing you once again. “Now, get up and put this on.” Tony added, placing a dress next to you and standing.

You groaned as you sat up. “We just had a moment and you want to go to a party?”

“Yep.” He said, popping the p. “Get dressed, baby doll.” He repeated, helping you stand and pushing you toward the bathroom.

After several minutes you left the bathroom, fully dressed and ready, and lifted your arms. “Satisfied?”

“Very.” He responded, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Let’s go.”

“Who is going to arrive first?” You asked as he pulled on his standard glasses. “You or me?”

“We’re arriving together.” He said firmly. “We can arrive at a party together without revealing it all.”

“Maybe when Steve gets back, we can talk about telling the team.” You suggested as you walked into the elevator.

“I think that sounds great, baby girl, even if your brother might kill us both.” Tony smiled, quickly placing a kiss to your forehead.

“I wouldn’t let him hurt either of you. Promise.” You smirked as the elevator arrived. You and Tony pulled away from each other and entered the party. You both walked over to the bar where you greeted Natasha and Clint.

“ ‘Bout time you two showed up.” Clint said, embracing you in greeting.

“Had to drag this one here.” Tony told him, taking a seat next to you. “She was adamant she didn’t want to come.”

“All I wanted to do was watch Harry Potter and eat some pizza. Is that too much to ask?” You questioned as Natasha placed a drink in front of you.

“You, me and Clint can do that tomorrow.” Natasha said. Apart from your boys and your brother, you were closest to the archer and spy. “Though I think Steve will kill us if he finds out we gorged on pizza.” She joked, making the three of you laugh.

“We finally found you all.” Bruce said as he and Thor arrived. “Why did we have to come to this, Tony?” He asked, hugging you in greeting.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t plan this. I just got told to be here.” He said, taking a drink from his glass. “I am just as in the dark as you are.” He added, raising his hands in innocence.

“I organised this.” Clint piped up causing Natasha to hit him on the arm. “Nat and I organised this.” He amended.

“Usually you two don’t like coming to these things.” You commented, looking between the two. “What are you two up too?”

“Well I just wanted a reason to raid Tony’s stash.” Natasha smirked.

“And, we just wanted a reason for us all to have a causal, relaxing, night. Everyone’s seemed really stressed for the past few weeks and what better way to fix that than to get drunk.”

You shared a subtle look with the man behind you. You and Tony hadn’t been in the best of moods recently.

“Brother Clint, what a fantastic idea!” Thor cheered, clapping the archer on the shoulder. “Let us all partake of brother Tony’s liquor and be merry!” Thor’s enthusiasm was contagious and soon the team was enjoying themselves.

After dancing with some of the team and your brother for several songs, you stepped away and back to the bar. You’d just been given another drink when someone sat down next to you.

“Hi, I’m Andrew.” The man greeted, reaching a hand towards you to shake.

“I’m Y/N.” You responded, shaking his large hand in your smaller one. “You’ve come to a couple of these before, right?”

“Yeah, one of my friends always gets invited to these things, so they always drag me along.” He laughed. “Normally I’m not one to party but I never seem to have a choice when it comes to him.”

“Tony’s the same, always drags everyone to his parties.” You said with a smile.

You sat at the bar with Andrew, simply talking for a long time. He was very friendly and open, he was quite nice to talk to.

“Oh shit.” You cussed as your phone slipped through your fingers. You leaned down to grab the device before it hit the floor. “God I can be such a klutz sometimes.” You joked as you sat back up.

“Probably doesn’t help you’ve had a couple drinks.” Andrew joked.

“Tolerance has nothing to do with it.” You said, picking up your drink. “I could be the soberest person in the world and I would still end up falling down the stairs.” You continued, taking a drink.

You and Andrew continued to chat for another twenty minutes before your head began to pound.

“Are you feeling okay?” Andrew questioned, placing a hand on your arm.

“No, I’m feeling really dizzy all of a sudden.” You groaned, placing your head in your hands. Andrew placed his drink on the bar, which echoed loudly in your ears.

“Come on, let’s get you some fresh air.” He said, helping you stand. Andrew led you out of the room and away from the party. By the time he stopped, you couldn’t hear any sounds from the party and you were beginning to become more disoriented and felt worse.

“Andrew, I really don’t feel good.” You slurred, stumbling in your heels. Andrew gripped your forearms and pushed you into the wall.

“It’s alright, you’ll feel better soon.” Andrew said, running his hands up and down your arms. “You’ll feel better soon.” He repeated.

At his touch you began to weakly fight back but you couldn’t control your body. You couldn’t even use your abilities to heat your skin up slightly.

“I originally wanted the red head but I think you’ll do just nicely. I know you feel bad sweetheart but I know all about your little mutation and I wasn’t sure how you’d react to the drugs, I had to give you a lot bigger dose.” You heard him say over the pounding in your skull.

Your brain felt so muddled. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Your mind was unable to follow all that was happening. Your body wouldn’t listen when you told it to move and you couldn’t do anything.

“Hey!” You heard through the fog. Suddenly there was nothing holding you up and your weak legs were no longer able to support you as you collapsed.

“C’mon sweetheart, stay awake for me.” Someone said, tapping your face lightly. You groaned as you forced your eyes open.

“Tony.” You mumbled before closing your eyes again.

“Steve, leave him.” You heard Tony yell. “F.R.I.D.A.Y tell Bruce to meet us in the infirmary and lock the door behind us. Do not let this man leave.” He ordered as you felt yourself being moved.

“Doll, can you open your eyes for us? Please doll?” A familiar voice asked as you began to move. You couldn’t work out who was speaking to you or who was carrying you as you drifted off into unconsciousness.

Beep

Beep

Beep

A groan escaped your lips at the continuous sound. You reached a hand out in the direction of the noise but you felt a hand on top of yours.

“Baby girl.” Tony said, wrapping both his hands around yours. “Can you open your eyes for me?” After several minutes of trying, you let out a moan as your eyes opened to the blinding white lights. “There she is.” Tony said with a small smile.

“Please tell me I’m dead and not in the infirmary.” You begged.

“Sorry to disappoint you darling but you’re alive and in the infirmary.” Tony told you with a smirk. You groaned again and let out a sigh. “Do you remember what happened?” He asked, suddenly serious.

“Not much. It’s all fuzzy.” You said, your head starting to hurt as you tried to remember the events.

“You got roofied.” Tony said, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted us to what was happening and the amount of drug in your system. Andrews being dealt with as we speak and Bruce is sure that your mutation is working double time to flush the drugs from your system.”

“ Did anything happen?" You asked, unable to remember. 

"No we got there in time. He didn't do anything like that. You're okay baby girl." Tony assured. 

"Thank God." You sighed, relaxing into the pillow. 

"Do you want me to call Bruce and Steve back into the room?" He asked. 

"Yes please." You said, not registering what he said for several seconds. "Wait Steve's here?" 

"He got back last night." Tony nodded. "He helped stop Andrew and carried you here." He told you before asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to alert the men that you were awake. You and Tony talked for a couple minutes before the door opened and Steve ran in, Bruce following closely behind him. 

"You're back." You said as Steve wrapped his arms around you. "You're okay." You stated, looking him over. 

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Steve questioned, pulling back slightly. "How are you feeling?" He asked as Bruce began to check your vitals over. 

"I'm fine, a bit tired and I don't remember much of last night but fine." You assured. 

"Well according to your vitals, the drug is leaving your system very nicely and if you don't have any more reactions you can go back to your floor tonight." Bruce said. "And I mean your floor." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked your brother, raising an eyebrow at him. 

"Don't go over exerting yourself, go to your floor and sleep. Sleep not sleeping with these two." He said, pointing at your boyfriends. 

"Sorry I forgot to mention, the whole team knows we're together now." Tony told you. 

"And the public, somehow last night events leaked as well as our reactions and now they all know." Steve added. 

"Bruce I was going to tell you at some point, I just didn't want you to go off at these two. Sorry." You apologised to your brother. 

"I'm not mad that you didn't tell me." Bruce assured you. "You couldn't have chosen two better partners but if they hurt you, I will hurt them." He assured, placing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll come back soon, I'll let these two have some time with you." 

"Love you Bruce." You said. 

"I love you too." He responded as he left the room. 

"I know this isn't how you wanted to tell everyone, doll, but and it wasn't in anyway how we thought they'd find out." Steve started but was cut off as you pressed your lips to his. 

"I don't care that anyone found out, I'm just glad you're home and safe." You said before panting your lips to Tony's. "I'm just glad we're together. We I love you both."

"We love you too." Both boys responded. 

It did not matter that the public knew, it did not matter how they knew. All that mattered was you had your boys and all three of you were safe and together. 

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I glance up at the clock behind me with a scowl. God, since when was that thing so loud? I sigh and turn back around, placing both my arms on the counter and resting my head on them. The night shift was always long, but today’s seemed to be eternal. Usually there would be an occasional customer to break the hours up, but there had only been two people come in during the four hours I’d been sitting behind the counter. I tap my fingers against the desk rhythmically, humming a song that I’d heard on the radio before yawning. I pull my phone from my back pocket, scrolling through social media and checking my messages. ‘Let me know when you get home tonight. If you don’t reply then I’m gonna assume that some mafia mob killed you.’ Yuna had never really liked the idea of me working here, but she understood that it was necessary. After job searching for months, the only position which stayed vacant the entire time was this one. Yu’s 24/7 Mini Mart - Sales Assistant. Apparently, the rest of the city wasn’t interested in the job either, and I totally understood why. It wasn’t that the job was particularly bad, but the store’s location seemed to put everyone off; being in the rougher part of town and right on the border of turf between two rivalling gangs... or were they the mafia? Nobody really knew. I lived in the rougher ends, so that didn’t really bother me. I’d grown up in and out of the care system, and when I turned 16, I moved out of the care home and into a dingy apartment on the east side of the city. Getting the train to University every other day for classes wasn’t ideal, but it was cheaper than living in the city. Plus, in the three months I’d been working at Yu’s, I’d had no really negative interactions with anybody. One or two drunks, but aside from that it was fine. Sometimes people came in for a haul of medical supplies, and I immediately knew that they were part of a gang. It’s whatever, though. People gotta do bad things to survive in the real world. I’ve seen some shit, being in the care system and in this part of town my whole life, so it genuinely doesn’t phase me anymore. If people don’t bother me, I won’t bother them.

I shoot Yuna a quick response before tucking my phone back into my pocket. ‘Or, hear me out, I’ve been abducted by aliens or joined a cult or I’ve decided to run away and live on Mars.’ I sigh and look back up at the clock. 3am. Only 3 more hours to go, I think to myself. I place both arms down on the counter once more, resting my head on them comfortably and closing my eyes. I don’t know how long I stay like that, just relaxing and taking a breather, but my head starts to feel heavier and I let out another yawn. It’s when I’m drifting in and out of consciousness, directly on the border of sleep that the tinkle of the door bell snaps me awake. I internally groan. Seriously? Just my luck.

“No, it’s not up for debate. He knows too much, you have to kill him.” An authoritative, higher-pitched voice whispers from the aisle over by the door, and another voice pipes up in a hushed response. If I didn’t have such good hearing, I’d think that they weren’t saying anything.

“I only meant that he’s been a valuable asset over the last year, do you really wanna get rid of him?” This voice is deeper,

“Yes, Mark. I don’t care how much you like the boy, he’s got to go. Kevin might be a decent guy but we can’t afford him selling our info out to BTS.” The first guy says, causing the other to sigh and, presumably, nod. Kevin? As in Kevin Moon? It’s not exactly a common name, and with the kind of people he hangs around with.... I whip my phone out from my back pocket and pull up his contact, sending him a rapid text. ‘Two guys in the store, one called Mark. They’re out to kill you, said you know too much. Lie low and stay safe, you fucking idiot. Love you.” Kevin and I had grown up in the system together. He’d been much more charming and been fostered plenty of times, but he’d still ended up in a bad crowd. I wasn’t gonna not tell him, he’d been one of my closest friends for 12 years. I slip my phone into my pocket once more, looking up to see the barrel of a gun pointed directly in my face. Well, that’s just rude.

“Can I help you?” I say, looking at the paler man with light brown hair and sharp eyes. He must have been the second guy who spoke, the first voice doesn’t suit him. He raises an eyebrow at me questioningly.

“Are you not scared?” I scoff lightly at his words and shake my head, looking straight up back at him.

“No, not really. If you wanted to shoot me, you’d have done it before I looked up. You wanna know something, so shoot. Not literally.” I joke. He doesn’t seem amused. Well damn, his loss, ‘cause that was funny.

“Where’s Chanyeol?” He asks, still keeping the gun raised to my head. I raise an eyebrow at him, as if to say who? “The guy who used to work here.” I sigh, now looking down at my picked fingernails, red raw and scabbed with blood. It was a bad habit, really, but it was better than the alternatives.

“Fucked if I know. Never heard of the guy. You know, you ‘coulda just asked instead of putting a gun down my throat.” I say, looking pointedly back up at him. He seems stumped for a moment before stuttering out.

“I-“ He’s cut off.

“And who might you be, sweetheart?” The first man speaks, stepping out from behind his friend with a gun clasped in one hand and a bag, of which I do not want to know the contents. He’s around the same height, but he seems to loom over the other man with his aura. His tan skin is flawless, his plush lips twisting into an interested smirk as he looks down at me. His hair is dyed a silvery kind of colour, swept back to expose his forehead. I hold his gaze, watching him carefully. He seemed more erratic, more unpredictable, than his friend.

“None of your business who I am, just like it’s none of my business who you are.” I say calmly, watching as the smirk seems to falter slightly from his face, his eye twitching in annoyance at my words.

(this was longer than i planned, sorry! i just got carried away) -☀️

"You're the interesting one aren't you? Being all calm and brave here, but unfortunately we're not here to play sweetheart." Haechan said as he step more closer to you while take Mark's gun that's point at you.

He leaned closer and trace it under your chin and slowly move down to your throat. "Within a few seconds, your life will be gone when I pull this trigger. Wanna try to be brave again? Plus, you know about what we talked before. You know too much darling." His smirk started to form, he really love the idea of people being afraid of him and begged for life.

"I'm gonna need to keep you with me. Mark tie her and bring her to our car, also I'm gonna need it. Thank you for making our work to kill Kevin more easier." He slide his hand inside your pocket and grab your phone.

Mark seem hesitate but still do it, he didn't want Haechan to be more pissed off.

[ Don't worry about it, there's no specific length. So just feel free to write it~]

#☀️anon #Yandere Talk #Haechan #nct

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Chapter 18: A Certain Kind Of Intimacy

[Extra long and angsty chapter because I am an insomniac and a sucker for Arthur being soft]

The rest of the week passes uneventfully. By now, I have developed a comfortable sort of daily routine, and have gotten to know all the residents to some extent.

Every morning, Sebastian wakes me up with a light breakfast and a steaming cup of black coffee. He has quickly learned the way I like it, and to his credit, it is the most effective way of getting me out of bed so early. I take a few drops of Saint John’s Wort before I eat, get dressed, and go to work in the garden.

I water the violets under Mozart’s window, chat with Dazai, and watch Vincent paint. Although he has not said anything about it, I suspect he is using me as a model. He has taken to sit by the greenhouse, and I feel his observant gaze on me as I repot exotic plants or shake the jar of tincture I am making.

I eat lunch with Isaac, and he silently works on his research while I read the English copy of Dazai’s book that I borrowed from Sebastian. Afterwards, if I am done in the garden, I spend some time in the training room. For a couple days, le Comte insisted on giving me dancing lessons there, but I caught on quickly enough for him to drop it. Napoleon likes watching me skate, and we talk about my hometown during breaks. He asks me a lot of questions about the future, mostly about politics, and I do my best to explain the major events between his time and mine. I admit I do not do a great job of it. I have a very strange patchwork of knowledge, and while I could easily list the chemical composition and dates in which each pigment was discovered, I have a hard time remembering names and places. Jean is elusive as ever, and I only ever see him when he’s sparring with Napoleon. 

When they are hogging the training room, I tend to stay in the library. Leonardo is usually there, and he jokes around as he helps me find the relevant books for my own research. He is charming and funny, but I have noticed the sadness that seeps into his eyes when he thinks I am not looking.

A couple days ago I found him working on some kind of machine with Isaac. They needed a wrench small enough to fit into a specific piece, I suspect a part taken from another object. I gave them the tool I use for my skates, and Leonardo has spent most of today apologizing profusely for losing it in the dumpster that is his bedroom.

I help Sebastian here and there. Sometimes it’s laundry, sometimes it’s cleaning, or even delivering rouge and blanc to the vampires. We talk about the things we like about the mansion, and about the things we miss from our time. I have come to understand why he chose to stay, and quite frankly, I am starting to lean the same way, although for entirely different reasons.

I tell him about my job, and about my friends in the year 2020. I tell him how much I miss my best friend Mila, who I was about to meet for the first time in over a year, and about Carlos and Jack, who are just as dear to me but I get to see often. They would all love to see what I now live every day, and I am sure that, given the chance, they wouldn’t have hesitated to come with me, especially Carlos. Like Sebastian, he would have given anything for the chance to see the past with his own eyes.

“I have a sister,” I said to him when he asked about my family. He spoke very fondly of his. “She lives in Milan. Our parents aren’t really in my life anymore...” He understood when I said I did not want to talk about it. Though stern, he is a kind man. We have become close while working together.

I have also spent a lot of time with Arthur lately. In the spare moments when he is not writing or out in some bar, he has taken up the habit of visiting me wherever I am. He gives me riddles to solve as I work, and teases me about the odd answers I come up with. While neither of us really confide in the other, conversations with him are always fun and stimulating. He still flirts relentlessly, but I have become used to it.

This afternoon in particular, he drops by my bedroom while I am reading, and I welcome him and the cup of tea he offers me. He brings one for himself, too, and does not hesitate to get comfortable on the armchair as I sit on the edge of the bed to face him, the tray on top of the ottoman between us.

“I am afraid I have come up with a case of writer’s block,” he says as his only explanation. “I need a break from that story. Will you distract me, my dear?”

“Uh, sure,” I shrug. Maybe he can answer my questions about living in this time. “I have no idea how women do their hair for special events in this decade. Perhaps you could help me with that? You know, with the ball being tonight, and all.”

“Could you show me the dress you’ll be wearing?” he asks thoughtfully.

I oblige, and pull it from the wardrobe. It is a beautiful shade of lilac, made of delicate chiffon. Aside from the slightly puffy cap sleeves, it is simple, yet elegant. Arthur examines it for a few seconds, holding it up in front of me.

“I am afraid I can’t help you, darling. I know nothing about hair,” he concludes, the pondering look in his eyes replaced by an amused glimmer.

“Then why did you ask for the dress?”

“Why, I just wanted to see how hot you would look in it, dove,” he laughs. I playfully smack his arm, and he laughs harder. “This shade brings out the green in your eyes!” I laugh too, rolling my eyes, and let him put the dress away as I return to my spot on the bed.

“Okay, then I hope you can actually answer this,” I giggle. “You’re a doctor, right? And you’re obviously well acquainted with female anatomy.” He smirks as if he thinks where this is going, and boy is he wrong. “How do women deal with menstruation? Am I just supposed to use a piece of cloth or what?”

He chokes on his tea, and lets out another boisterous laugh.

“By Jove, I was expecting you to go the sexy route with the way you phrased that!”

“Arthur, I’m being serious!” I giggle. He is still chuckling when I begin my endless tirade of questions. I would genuinely like to know the answers to them, but I mostly just ask for the sake of keeping up the joke. “Do you know any women vampires? Do they menstruate too? Are vampires fertile, or are you, like, dead in that sense? Oh my god, do you drink period blood? I really hope not, but I wouldn’t put it past you,” I tease him, mockingly disgusted.

When he finally calms down, Arthur proceeds to answer all the questions in methodical order, still clutching his sides.

“They sell special undergarments for that, coated in something that makes them impermeable on one side, I think. Just go to any shop that sells ladies’ dresses in town.” I nod, satisfied. Reusable pads it is, then. Next comes the rapid fire of answers to my increasingly ridiculous questions. “I personally do not know any women vampires, but Leonardo and le Comte definitely do. There are two kinds of us: purebloods like him, who are born like that, and lesser vampires like me and everyone else in this house. Purebloods are the only ones who can turn people, and I have no idea if they menstruate or not because I have never met another one, but they certainly do reproduce like humans. Lesser vampires are very much alive, but while we can have sex, we are infertile, and I suppose the women follow the same rule. And no, we do not feed from menses, you filthy lunatic! Don’t be absurd!” he concludes with a chuckle.

“Good to know,” I laugh at his horrified expression.

“It actually smells completely different from regular blood,” he says. “It’s very unpleasant and does not trigger hunger at all, though I have no idea whether a vampire could potentially survive on it. I am relieved to say I don’t think anyone has tried.” He raises his eyebrows and takes a deep breath before he goes on, condescendingly adding explanations that I did not ask for. “By the way, yes we do have reflections. Also, crosses don’t scare us and neither does sunlight. Anything else you’d like to know, dove?”

“Give me a break, I am curious, not stupid,” I roll my eyes. “Oh! I thought of one! The garlic thing is obviously false, but it is a natural anticoagulant, so I wonder: was that myth started by vampires so you could feed on people better? Like, if superstitious people ate a lot of garlic to try to avoid being bitten, their blood would be thinner and therefore easier to suck, right?”

“Frankly, I have no idea.” He looks surprised. “I can’t say I’ve ever thought about that before, but it makes sense. You’re a clever one, darling.”

I flip my hair over my shoulder with a cocky smile, earning yet another chuckle from Arthur. Suddenly, his eyes focus on something behind me, and he grows serious. He walks over to my nightstand and picks up the small vial on it, carefully reading the label with a furrowed brow.

“Did you cut yourself while gardening?” he asks, a hint of worry on his face. I simply shake my head, and he looks at me, and then at the vial again. Having rejected one of the two main uses for the tincture, he quickly figures it out “Oh. I did not know you suffered from melancholy. I used to give this to soldiers who were affected by their time in the army.”

“Well, you hardly know anything about me. Did it work?” He shrugs, which I interpret as a ‘sometimes’. “In my time we have more effective medication for that sort of thing. I kind of depend on it, but being here... Well, it’s been an unexpected inconvenience. I was lucky to find a mediocre replacement before the effects wore off. It cancels out my contraceptive, but I don’t have that here either, so it’s pointless to worry about.”

He listens intently, his head slightly tilted. He looks at me with sadness in his eyes, the same kind of sorrow that I saw that day at the market. It is not pity, but rather... a mutual understanding. He gets it.

“Oh, Anaïs... I took the Saint John’s Wort myself for a while in my previous life, but it never really did anything for me,” he sighs. I am somewhat surprised by his words. “I hope it works for you, dear. I would hate to see you unhappy.”

“Thank you,” I mutter. He is standing close enough for me to hold his hand, and I am overcome with the urge to reach for it. I interlock my fingers with his, and he squeezes gently in response. We stay like this for a while, silently looking at where our hands meet. His touch is warm and comforting, and he makes no attempt to break contact.

“Oh, shit,” I exclaim, abruptly standing up. “The ball! I have to get ready!”

Arthur lets go of my hand and I immediately begin to undress myself, unbothered by his presence.

“I’ll leave you to it. Have fun, darling,” he says, but I stop him before he gets to the door.

“No, no, don’t leave. I need help getting into the dress.” I shove the one I am wearing down my hips, dropping it on the floor, and hastily remove my bra to change it for the corset. “Besides,” I turn to him, my breasts exposed as I fumble with the clasps on the stiff garment, “you’ve already seen me naked, remember?”

“I suppose you’re right,” he responds with a smirk and, as always, I roll my eyes. 

He hands me the lilac gown, and proceeds to helpfully search the room for my shoes as I put it on. By the time he returns by my side, a pair of matching heels in his hand, I am holding my hair up, ready for him to button the back of my dress. His agile hands work fast, and soon he taps my shoulder to let me know that he has finished. I relax my arms, letting my hair cascade over the chiffon bodice, and slip my feet into the shoes he has left by my side, suddenly becoming two inches taller. I kiss his cheek and thank him for the help, to which he replies with a whistle.

“You look lovely.” He looks genuinely impressed, for once, causing me to blush. 

“You really think so?” He nods, and I walk over to the mirror. A chuckle escapes my lips upon seeing my reflection. “I look like a cupcake. Seriously, though, this is so different from what I am used to wearing. I hardly recognize myself.”

“You almost seem ladylike, even,” Arthur jokes. “All prim and proper. I agree. That,” he says, pointing at the mirror, “is a totally different person.”

It is amazing how effortlessly he can make me laugh. I move on to the dressing table, and pull out every hair accessory I can find in the drawers. Arthur observes thoughtfully as I quickly brush my long hair and begin to work on the styling.

“You were wrong, you know?” he finally breaks the silence. “When you said I hardly know anything about you.”

“Huh?” I raise an eyebrow at his remark. “Well, go on, don’t leave me hanging. What do you know about me that I haven’t told you?”

“For starters, I know that you were not scared of Isaac feeding on you that night.” I look at him through the vanity mirror and nod for him to go on, my hands still braiding through my hair. He seems almost hesitant to keep talking. “When I brought up biting you in the thermae, you were completely unfazed. Considering the incident was so recent, it just didn’t add up. It wasn’t the idea of him biting you that scared you, was it? It was the way he acted when he tried to. I won’t pry if you do not wish to talk about it, but I know that your past can’t have been easy, Anaïs.”

“You’re right,” I whisper. My braid now hangs limp and undone over my shoulder. I must have stopped at some point without realizing. “If he had explained, I might have let him do it, but... I don’t know. He became so violent, so suddenly. The way he grabbed me, it just... It brought back a lot of memories I’d rather forget,” I explain. My voice is barely a murmur, but I am sure Arthur can hear me just fine. “I know it wasn’t his fault, and I have long since forgiven him. Honestly, the reason I was so shaken up after the incident was because I kept reliving all those things it reminded me of. Granted, suddenly learning about the existence of vampires just added to my stress, but ultimately, It had nothing to do with Isaac himself. Or with any of you, for that matter.”

“You’re strong, Anaïs,” he comforts me. “That’s another thing I saw the moment I met you. You’re clever as the devil himself, and I have no doubts that were I human, you could absolutely destroy me in a fight. Those skater legs of yours are good for more than just walking, I bet. Not to mention how kind and caring you are, even for a bunch of strangers who could kill you. You manage to be so open without being naïve. I love that about you.” 

I look down at my hands and resume braiding my hair, unsure of how to respond. I refuse to look at my reflection for fear of Arthur seeing it too, but I can feel my cheeks burn. My fingers work fast, providing a distraction, and I blindly pin the braid into a bun at the back of my head.

“Another thing I know,” Arthur continues, granting closure to my silence, “is that you played Mozart’s piano.” I notice his choice of words. He said ‘played’, and not ‘touched’. Coming from him, I have no doubt it was intentional.

“How on Earth do you know that?” I look up at him through the mirror as I keep working on my hair, adjusting strands and adding pins every now and then. He chuckles.

“I heard Wolfie complain about going to the ball with you. You clearly did something that upset him, although I must admit that’s not exactly a hard task.” He waltzes over to the vanity and comes to a stop right behind me, putting his hands over my shoulders to playfully lean closer. “And I know you were playing, specifically, because you do this thing with your fingers when you’re quiet. Like you’re playing a song in your head.” He wiggles his fingers on my shoulders to illustrate his point.

“I do?” I ask, puzzled. “I have never noticed.”

“Yes,” he laughs. “I first saw you do it in the bath, when you closed your eyes. After that, and after spending some more time with you, I have been able to notice how frequent it actually is. It’s rather adorable, if you ask me.”

“Oh, no,” I laugh, embarrassed, and bury my red face in my hands. Once again, Arthur has successfully made me feel better. He sits back on the armchair and finishes his tea, which is probably cold by now. 

Meanwhile, I dig around my backpack for the small amount of makeup I happen to bring with me when I arrived. I apply some mascara, and smudge a tinge of red lipstick on with my finger, before reaching for the last product. I spend the next few minutes applying layer upon layer of concealer over the few tattoos that are visible over the dress: the one on my collarbone and a portion of the flower on my right arm, just below my shoulder. While the gloves will cover the rest, I made sure to try them on beforehand, only to find out an inch wide portion of skin would remain visible.

“Okay, can you still see it?” I turn to Arthur, applicator still in hand, for his approval. He squints and then shrugs lazily.

“Only a little, and only because I already know it’s there,” he says. “Honestly, I doubt anyone will notice.”

I sigh, defeated, and walk to the full length mirror to add one last coat, for good measure. This is surely going to become a cakey mess in a few hours, but there is nothing else I can do. I guess that means I am ready for the ball.

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[thesffcorner]

Get a Life Chloe Brown

Get a Life Chloe Brown is a romantic comedy, written by Talia Hibbert. It follows Chloe Brown, a freelance web designer from a wealthy family, who one day has a near death experience. This shakes her profoundly, not just for the obvious reasons, but also because she realizes that if she were to die, she would have nothing to show for herself; no friends, no boyfriend, no adventure and no interesting events. In an effort to change that she makes a list of things to do, and meets a person that just might help her do it: Redford, her new superintendent. I was interested in this book ever since I heard it was coming out, because the premise, for whatever reason reminded me of a mix of two things: the profoundly stupid, yet profoundly watchable film What’s Your Number, and Michelle Pfeiffer’s story-line in New Years Day. This book is neither stupid nor silly; it’s one of the funniest, well written rom-coms I’ve ever read, and not since Red White and Royal Blue, have I liked two characters this much. Let’s start with the writing. I didn’t know Hibbert was British, but one page in and this book was so British it hurt. From the jokes to the banter, I felt like I was watching an episode of Bad Education, and I laughed out loud more times than I can count. Both characters are very snarky, and Chloe especially has a rather dry sense of humor that comes off as rude to others, because it’s so stiff. I found it hilarious, though the real standout for me was Red, because his internal monologues had me in stitches. Let me give you a sample of the jokes, here are a few. “We definitely have bears” “We don’t. If we had bears, it’d be in the news all the time. You know. Fine upstanding British man attacked by a bear. EU to blame. Brexit now.” Gigi appeared helpfully on her shoulder and said “Don’t mumble, darling. Nice big words. Repeat after me: ‘I want to ride you like a stallion.’” “Red snorted: ‘Who are you, Dr. Phill?’ ‘Ah, don’t start that manly crap. We talk about our feelings in this house, boy.’ ‘Can I talk about my feelings for your wife?’ ‘This bowl would be a great hat on you’” This couldn’t be more up my alley. Outside of the humor, the writing on the characters was equally well done. Not only do we get a very good sense of both Red and Chloe as individuals, but Hibbert makes the chemistry between them palpable. I believed that these two people could barely hold off from ripping each other’s clothes off, and later, when they became more emotionally invested, I believed in their romance. All the characters are well written; from Chloe’s family, especially her sisters, to Red’s friend Vic and even his mother. Because we get POVs from both Chloe and Red, I was worried they might sound the same, because both are such snarky characters, but they didn’t; they have very different personalities and ways of approaching their problems, which I found was translated quite well. The plot wasn’t particularly complex; it mostly just follows Chloe making a deal with Red so he can help her tick off things on her list, and slowly getting an understanding of what is actually important to her and what isn’t. The book does also follow Red coming to some realizations of his own, notably what he wants to do with his life, now that he’s escaped an abusive relationship. Which leads me to two points of caution for this book. The first is that the cover and the synopsis might mislead you into thinking that this is straight up comedy, which it is, but more in the vein of How to Be Single or Trainwreck. There are some really heavy topics discussed in this book: there is the aftermath of an abusive relationship, disability, trauma from loss, PTSD even, and a very brutal verbal fight that doesn’t pull punches. It’s a funny book, but it has surprising depth, and Hibbert really touches on some heavy and complicated topics, while maintaining an overall light tone. There’s even a warning on the first page of the book about some of the triggers, so tread lightly. The other point are the sex scenes. Now, readers of romance, and those who are familiar with Hibbert’s other work, will probably know that this book has sex scenes. I’ve heard from other people that they either found them extremely hot or completely over the top. I fall in the former category; the sex is explicit, but I think the scenes are paced well, are genuinely engaging and steamy and actually explore the characters, and their growing attraction to each-other. The only critique I do have is that the characters, especially Red do sound a bit OOC in them, because there’s a lot of dirty talk that is a bit much even for him, but honestly, outside of laughing at it, it didn’t personally bother me. Let’s talk about characters. There aren’t many, but each gets a moment to shine. Out of the supporting cast, my favorite was Vic, though I can’t wait for Evelyn’s book, because she seemed like a hoot too. Out of the leads, let’s start with Red. Redford, who I imagine is named after the dog, being a ginger and all is a charming, attractive and confident man, who has been through a really abusive relationship that has made him spiral into bad decision making. He has quite a few flaws, the most notable being a chip on his shoulder about being treated as a spectacle, or a commodity, by people who are richer than him and can therefore buy him in many ways; buy him for his looks, his time, his talent or just simply observe him like some kind of circus animal. I found all of his quirks understandable and well written; he does make some stupid decisions, and he seems to be incapable of saying no. But he was the better adjusted lead out of the two, which was nice. He did veer off into being a little too perfect and considerate at time, which was just a tad unrealistic, but I really liked his personality a lot. Then we have Chloe who I adored, even though she falls definitely in the tradition of quirky, type A female protagonists. She is obsessed with lists, organization, planning out her days and her life, and there’s a good reason for that: she suffers from fibromyalgia. I will admit; while I do know two people in my life who have, fibromyalgia I knew very little about the disorder. I didn’t know that it seems to be caused by trauma for one, nor did I know that it leads to brain fog or short term memory loss. I think the way the illness was described in the book, and the way it impacted Chloe’s life was presented very well; I can definitely understand and sympathize with how she had developed her coping mechanisms, the healthy and unhealthy ones. Chloe is a very strong character; she is funny, she is smart, she is witty, and what I liked most was she knew her limits, knew when to push and when to take a break, and was actively fighting to live a life she would be proud of, in spite of fibromyalgia. I really liked how well Hibbert explored both what it’s like to live with an invisible illness, and the toll it takes both on the person and those around them, but also how having an illness or a disability doesn’t mean that the person can’t take care of them-self or live a perfectly good life. I’m not disabled, so I can’t speak to that representation, but as just a humble reader who wanted to learn a bit more, I was satisfied. One other thing to note is that Chloe is both plus size and black. In terms of race I appreciated the conversation she had with Red about privilege, and I think perhaps a bit more could have been explored on that front. In terms of weight, Chloe’s weight is mentioned at several points, but it’s not really a factor. I kind of liked that; Chloe gets to be a fat girl who is content with her life, and it’s not even a factor. It was nice. Overall, this book was great. It’s funny, it’s sweet, it’s very sexy, and it tackles some deeper issues and topics like class and disability in a nuanced and lighthearted way. If you are looking for a good romance with some substance, I highly recommend it.

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#get a life chloe brown #get a life chloe brown review #book review #moni talks

[rihsohbff]

Innocent? I’m a Bitch!!

Description:"Are you afraid, baby", asked Jungkook.

I wiped my false tear grabbed Jungkook's collar, elbowed him on his chest and make him sit on his keen.

"No, not at all", was my answer.

Jungkook's eyes widely opened when I forcefully took his gun from him and placed it to his head.

“Ar-Aren't y-you the li-little in-innocent Mo-Moon Y\N??", shuttered Namjoon.

I smirked , "Aish! Innocent? I'm a bitch!!"                                           

        A conflict love and hate between the Mafias King and Queen and there members.

Previous:  Intro

                                                 CHARACTERS

BTS

NAME: JEON JUNGKOOK AGE:21 FAMILY:MOTHER DIED, FATHER IS A MAFIA LEADER. WORK:MAFIA LEADER, MAKNAE STUDY:COLLEGE FRIENDS: BTS AND ASTRO MEMBERS TEAM POST:MAIN GUN FIGHTER MAFIA NAME: JUNGKOOK BEHAVIOR:RUDE, STUBBORN, SHORT TEMPER SPECIAL WEAPON: JEON FAMILY PISTOL

"I CAN FUCK YOU ANYWHERE DARLING"

NAME:KIM TAEHYUNG AGE:22 FAMILY:MOTHER, FATHER AND SISTER ARE MAFIA TOO WORK:MAFIA, TRACKING STUDY:COLLEGE FRIENDS: BTS AND ASTRO MEMBERS TEAM POST:TRACKER MAFIA NAME:V BEHAVIOR:CUTE, BOLD SPECIAL WEAPON:DRAGON PISTOL

"AREN'T YOU PRETTY GOOD IN BED??"

NAME:PARK JIMIN AGE:23 FAMILY:MOTHER AND FATHER DIED IN ACCIDENT, SISTER IS A MAFIA WORK:MAFIA, DRUG SUPPLYING STUDY:COLLEGE FRIENDS: BTS, ASTRO TEAM POST:DRUG SUPPLIER MAFIA NAME: JIMIN BEHAVIOR:FLIRTING PERSON, SWEET SPECIAL WEAPON:FAMOUS PARK GUN

"WANT ME TO BOOK A ROOM HUH??"

NAME:MIN YOONGI AGE:28 FAMILY:MOTHER, FATHER ARE MIN MAFIA LEADER WORK:MAFIA, KIDNAPPING STUDY:MUSIC FRIENDS: BTS, ASTRO TEAM POST:KIDNAPPER MAFIA NAME: SUGA BEHAVIOR:EMOTIONLESS, RUDE SPECIAL WEAPON:FLASH DAGGER

"DARE TO WAKE ME MY DAGGER WILL BE IN YOUR STOMACH "

NAME:KIM NAMJOON AGE:25 FAMILY:MOTHER, FATHER ARE THE LEADERS OF KIM MAFIA, ELDER BROTHER KIM SEOKJIN WORK:MAFIA, PLANNING STUDY:ENGINEERING FRIENDS: BTS, ASTRO TEAM POST:PLANNER MAFIA NAME:RM BEHAVIOR:HOT, COLD SPECIAL WEAPON:ROYAL PISTOL

"OH! SHIT SHERLOCK!! "

NAME:JUNG HOSEOK AGE:24 FAMILY:MOTHER IS THE HEIR OF JUNG CORPORATION AND FATHER IS THE JUNG MAFIA LEADER WORK:MAFIA, DOCTOR STUDY:DOCTOR FRIENDS: BTS, ASTRO TEAM POST:DOCTOR MAFIA NAME:TRIGGER HAPPY BEHAVIOR:FRIENDLY, FUNNY SPECIAL WEAPON:GOLDEN DAGGER

"I AM HAPPY I AM SUNSHINE I AM TRIGGER."

NAME:KIM SEOKJIN AGE:29 FAMILY:MOTHER, FATHER ARE THE LEADERS OF KIM MAFIA, YOUNGER BROTHER KIM NAMJOON WORK:MAFIA, LEADER ADVISING STUDY:TEACHING, TEACHER OF THE COLLEGE FRIENDS: BTS, ASTRO TEAM POST:LEADING ADVISER, ELDEST MAFIA NAME: JIN BEHAVIOR:CARING, FUNNY, DANGEROUS SPECIAL WEAPON:KIM FAMILY GUN

"YOU WILL LOVE MY DADDY JOKES"

CHRONICLS

NAME: MOON Y\N AGE: 19 FAMILY: MOTHER, FATHER ARE THE LEADER OF MOON MAFIAS AND ELDER BROTHER MOON BIN IS THE LEADER OF ASTRO WORK: MAFIA QUEEN, LEADER STUDY:COLLEGE FRIENDS:RED VELVET, CHRONICLES TEAM POST: LEADER MAFIA NAME: LORINA BEHAVIOR:SWEET, SHORTS TEMPER SPECIAL WEAPON:ROYAL MOON GUN

"AT MORNING I'M PUSSYCAT AT NIGHT I'M PANTHER"

NAME:KIM SOI AGE:19 FAMILY:MOTHER DIED, FATHER MAFIA OF KIM, ELDER BROTHER KIM MYUNG JUN MAFIA OF ASTRO WORK:MAFIA, HACKING STUDY:COLLEGE FRIENDS:RED VELVET, CHRONICLES TEAM POST:HACKER MAFIA NAME: EMBREL BEHAVIOR:RUDE, GOOD SPECIAL WEAPON:PLATINUM DAGGER

"MOTHERFUCKER BITCH!! GET LOST!!"

NAME:PARK JANIM AGE:20 FAMILY:MOTHER, FATHER STAYS ABOARD, ELDER BROTHER PARK JIN WOO IS A MAFIA IN ASTRO WORK:MAFIA, DRUG SUPPLYING STUDY:COLLEGE FRIENDS:RED VELVET, CHRONICLES TEAM POST:DRUG SUPPLIER MAFIA NAME: MANCY BEHAVIOR:LOVELY, HOT SPECIAL WEAPON:SILVER PISTOL

"HEY BABY WANNA PLAY??"

NAME:LEE BENIO AGE:22 FAMILY:MOTHER, FATHER ARE THE LEADER OF LEE MAFIAS AND BROTHER IS LEE DONG MIN OF ASTRO WORK:MAFIA, KILLING ENEMIES STUDY:COLLEGE FRIENDS:RED VELVET, CHRONICLES TEAM POST:FIGHTING WITH ENEMIES MAFIA NAME: ADASINO BEHAVIOR:HOT TEMPER, STUBBORN, RUDE SPECIAL WEAPON:ROYAL LEE GUN

"I KILL FIRST THEN GET ANGRY"

NAME: YOON ARA AGE:23 FAMILY:FATHER DIED, MOTHER IS THE LEADER OF YOON MAFIAS AND YOUNGER BROTHER YOON SAN HA IS IN ASTRO WORK:MAFIA, DOCTOR STUDY:COLLEGE FRIENDS:RED VELVET, CHRONICLES TEAM POST:TEAM DOCTOR MAFIA NAME:PERRY BEHAVIOR:CALM, WISE SPECIAL WEAPON: YOON ROYAL FAMILY SWORD

"AM I NOT BEAUTIFUL ??"

#Innocent? I'm a bitch!! #Fan friction #BTS #btsxreaders #Characters

[soft-stormcloud]

The Witching Hour [Ghost AU]

Trigger warnings: Virgil is dead lol, Logan makes one joke about wanting to die, LOTS of cursing, mention of divorce, scared yelling and mention of a shitty couple yelling at each other, Deceit’s mannerism once

   Word count: 1478

A/N: I spent like an hour and a half on this I’m sorry xD I can’t promise the rest of the month will get much better, I’ve got a lot going on

I don’t. I don’t even know what this is.

If enough interest is expressed, I might make this an au.

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“I’m serious!”

Logan leaned back, his folded arms under his head. “I know you are. I still don’t believe you.”

Roman pouted. “You never believe me.”

“That’s because you’re a moron.”

Roman, Patton, and Logan were in Roman’s basement, sitting in a circle on the floor with sigils drawn on paper and a bunch of random things like matches and fans that Roman called ‘charging material.’ It was eleven thirty at night on Halloween, and Roman was adamant that they sped things up.

Roman grinned. “Well at least Pat believes me!”

“Patton’s also a moron,” Logan said helpfully, his eyes closed.

Patton swirled the lollipop around in his mouth, gripping his messenger bag nervously. “I don’t know if I want to do this…”

“No, look, I did some reading, okay?”

Logan groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“If it were something evil, like a poltergeist or something, I don’t know, it would have done something already.”

“Oh, yeah?” He said sarcastically.

“Yeah!” Roman nodded vigourously. “And everyone knows Halloween is the best time to talk to ghosts!”

Patton bit his lip. “Maybe we should ask your parents first-”

Roman’s eyes widened. “What?! Are you crazy?! They’d never let us do it!”

“Well-”

“Come on.” He turned to Logan. If you don’t believe in it, how is it going to hurt you?” Then, to Patton, “And you know I can protect you!”

“Of course I know that, but- But this isn’t a person! You can’t fight off a ghost!”

Roman scowled. “Says who?”

Logan sighed dramatically, sitting up. “If we do this with you, will you stop talking about it every day?”

“Wait wait wait-”

“You can go home if you want,” Logan told Patton, “but I’m sick of listening to him talk about it. It doesn’t mean anything and this will prove it to him.”

Roman glared at him, then turned a softer look on Patton. “Pat,” he cooed, “what if the ghost is lonely?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, huffing. “Fine. But it’s not because of that!”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Alright, get on with it. What do we have to do?”

Deep rumbling fills the room, seemingly coming out of the walls. It almost sounds like laughter. Every freezes, Roman resting his hand over the pocket knife in his belt, Patton’s eyes practically bulging out of his head. Logan looks around warily.

“I told you!” Roman whisper-screamed.

“Ohmygodwe’regonnadie.”

Just as Logan stood up, the basement went pitch black. Patton whimpered.

Logan felt vulnerable, standing in the darkness with nothing to defend himself. No matter which way he turned, his back felt exposed. “Roman,” he said, deadly calm.

“Yeah?” He asked nervously.

“You were lying when you said your parents are home, weren’t you?”

“…Yeah.”

“ROMAN!” Patton shrieked.

Everyone’s hearts jumped in their throats.

“What?!”

“Come on,” he whined, “give it back, that’s not funny!”

The lights flicked back on, and everyone’s gaze snapped to the boy now laying on Roman’s couch, his legs tossed lazily over the arm. He had Patton’s lollipop in his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, you guys fight a lot.” His voice echoed. “Are you sure you’re friends?”

Patton screamed, a few tears dripping down his face. Roman and Logan were too afraid to move.

The boy was just a teenager, in black ripped jeans and a black hoodie, his hair dyed purple. The only thing that gave him away was his doubling voice, the fact that his skin was completely white, and the black circles around his eyes. He couldn’t be any older than they were.

Patton let out a string of little panicked noises. “Romaaaaan, there’s a boy in your house!”

The boy sat up, grinning around the lollipop. “You guys know there’s no such thing as summoning a ghost, right?” No one answered. “I’ve just been here.” He shrugged. “You’re dysfunctional as shit. It’s fun to listen to. Better than the assholes who lived before you. I’m glad they divorced, for the neighborhood’s sake.” Nothing. “They’d just scream and scream and scream at each other, all night. It used to give me panic attacks, before I got used to it.” Silence. He chuckled. “They were so freaked out. One time I screamed back, and all their dishes just shot out the cabinets.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? How’d you do that?!”

“Roman!” Logan hissed, lowering back to the ground.

The ghost’s eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs. “Your reading on ghosts? All fake. You can’t research us, not really. All the real information is sprinkled in all over the internet with all the fake shit. Good luck trying to figure out what’s accurate.”

“You took my candy,” Patton pointed out, looking somewhat awed.

He grinned. “Couldn’t resist.”

He stood and drifted over to Patton, crouching in front of him. He pulled the candy out of his mouth and, as he spoke, his breath smelled like blueberries. “I can give it back, if you want.”

A little smile forced itself onto Patton’s face. “I have more!”

Logan gaped at them. “Are you fucking ser-”

“Hush.” The boy waved his hand, and Logan’s own hand clamped over his mouth.

Patton held open his messenger back; It was full of loose candy. “We stopped at Walgreens before this.”

“Let go of him!” Roman snapped, pulling out his pocket knife.

He glanced at it, looking uninterested. “What? He’s fine.” He paused. “I mean, he’s an asshole. But he’s fine.” He laughed, flicking his wrist to make Roman’s knife fly across the room, lest Roman charge at him when he wasn’t looking and end up hurting Patton. “You all kind of suck, actually.”

Roman glared, and the ghost let Logan go. They watched in complete shock as he settled himself into Patton’s lap. Patton giggled and wrapped his arms around his waist. He wasn’t transparent, but didn’t feel completely solid, either.

The ghost glanced between them curiously, pointing at them with his lollipop. “Patton. Logan. And Roman. Right?”

Patton grinned. “Yeah!”

“How long have you been listening to us?” Logan demanded.

“Every time you come over.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry, do you think there’s something better to do?”

“Get off of him,” Roman said lowly.

“Patton, do you want me off?”

“Uh…” He thought for a moment, before shaking his head.

The boy grinned at Roman challengingly. “I’m staying.”

“What the fuck.”

“How long have you been here?” Patton asked.

He laughed. “You think I keep track of that shit?”

“Do you know when you died?” Logan’s eyes shone with curiosity, even as he tried to hide it.

“More or less.”

“Jesus Christ,” he sighed.

“You’re not gonna give us a straight answer, are you?” Roman asked.

He shrugged. “Nothing about me is straight.”

Patton giggled. “We should watch movies! Hey- Hey- Hey, ghost boy! What’s your favourite movie?”

Roman gasped. “I am not watching movies with a ghost.”

“Do you remember your name?” Logan asked.

“Virgil.”

“Must have been dead for a while,” Logan muttered. “And you’re able to control us?”

“More or less.”

Logan glared at him, and Virgil leaned forward, pulling the lolli out of his mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, are my answers not adequate for your data?” He sneered. “Want the whole tragic backstory, will that help, Sherlock?” Virgil snapped his teeth down on the candy, and it shattered in his mouth. He whipped the stick at the wall. Patton handed him a new one- Pink this time. “Thanks, darling.”

“Oh my god,” Roman deadpanned.

“Hey- Hey guys!” Patton giggled. “A boy likes me!”

“Patton, no-”

Virgil grinned. “What, am I not good enough for him?”

“YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND CAN’T BE DEAD.”

“Says who?!” Patton tightened his grip on Virgil’s waist, kissing his cheek. It was like kissing dry ice cream.

“I want to die,” Logan groaned, flopping backwards.

“You wanna trade places, pocket protector? I imagine you wouldn’t get bored so fast, you sure like judging people.”

Logan scoffed.

Virgil rose to his feet without using his arms. “I’m gonna go make coffee.”

“What?” Roman looked at him like he was out of his mind.

He shrugged. “Your parents aren’t home. You guys know I’m here. I’m making coffee.” He rose an eyebrow. “Or is my reasoning not sound? Huh, Sherlock?”

“Just go,” Logan groaned.

Virgil grinned, and turned to Patton. “You want something, love?”

Patton giggled, his face pink. “Bring me back a cookie!”

“Don’t do that!” Roman jumped up. “He could poison it!”

“Do you just have poison lying around?” Virgil asked.

“I don’t know what you’re capable of! I’m coming with you.”

“If you can catch me.” Virgil fell through the ground, and everyone looked around for a second, in shock, before Roman dashed up the stairs.

“Are you seriously gonna try and date a ghost?” Logan asked, his voice flat.

“Maybe.”

Logan pulled a pillow over his face. “Do what you want. I’m going to bed.”

The Witching Hour AU

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[marshmallowgoop]

senketsu raped ryuko in their first scene together. shipping them is gross.

It’s fair if you feel it’s a bad pairing.

However, what does sending this rude ask essentially calling me a disgusting person for shipping them accomplish? I’ve written a plethora of essays about how much I hate Senketsu’s first scene, how I don’t fault anyone for disliking the relationship Senketsu and Ryuko share as a result, and how I wish his introduction had been handled differently. 

Please don’t act like I don’t recognize and acknowledge the problematic aspects of what I enjoy. I do. If you had attempted to look for this subject on my blog at all, you would see that.

If you’re really interested in a discussion on this, I can link you:

Senketsu’s First Scene*Further Analysis*Even More* Final Thoughts* 

What Changes Would You Make to Senketsu’s First Scene?

8 Reasons Folks Can’t Get Down with Pairing a Girl and Her Sailor Uniform Together: Masterpost of Rebuttals to Common Criticisms Against Ryuketsu* (point 5)

Do People Actually Ship Ryuko and Senketsu?

Ryuko’s Choice to Wear Senketsu

Or, to address your main point, I can quote what I’ve already written. From the “Even More” post:

The question of whether or not Senketsu “technically raped” Ryuko is likely something that it is utterly dependent on what you define as “rape.” From what I understand, laws vary everywhere about the issue. Here’s just one article discussing the confusion, for a small, small example of the problem. With a million different definitions about what counts as what and what counts as what where, the terms are blurry. Add in shaky and dangerous ideas about consent, and it’s no wonder so many have to ask, “Wait, was I raped?”

I can only really offer you how I personally view this matter. My definition of “rape” lines up with a generic, dictionary.com definition: “unlawful sexual intercourse or any other sexual penetration of the vagina, anus, or mouth of another person, with or without force, by a sex organ, other body part, or foreign object, without the consent of the victim.” Applying this to Kill la Kill, then, I don’t think it’s fair to say Senketsu raped Ryuko. They did not have sex. He is not penetrating her. In my personal opinion, I think it’s almost offensive to define this as “rape.”

Is it a rape joke that’s completely and totally disgusting? Absolutely. Is it what I would consider sexual assault? Yes. Senketsu removes Ryuko’s clothing, gropes her breasts, and forces her to wear him when she doesn’t want to. But I wouldn’t categorize it as rape. It’s like forcing someone into a bikini or a leotard when they don’t want to wear it. Awful, yes, harassment, yes, but it irks me to call that “rape,” which is something very serious in my mind that shouldn’t be made light of.

But, really, I’m just getting into semantics. The real question is: Do you think Senketsu’s actions are forgivable, given the situation? This is fantasy. Senketsu’s created from parasitic Life Fibers that want to hurt humans—just take a look at Junketsu and what happens to Kinue. His actions in his introductory scene follow this line and are completely against his characterization for the entire rest of the show. He’s clearly not in his right mind nor himself when this occurs.

From the “Senketsu’s First Scene” post:

… that first scene? That’s something Senketsu is so incredibly afraid of being. It’s probably his greatest fear of all, a fear that’s even reflected in the battle theme “Before My Body is Dry” with the line, “So help me to stay focused so I don’t fall apart.” He really, truly doesn’t want to be that forceful monster he is then. It’s horrifying to him, and that’s the way I think the scene should have been played—as horrifying.

And it’s not like Trigger is incapable of this. The scene where Satsuki first puts on Junketsu is a scary, powerful scene that really shows the monstrous nature of Life Fibers. The scene where Ryuko is forced into Junketsu is also much the same—scary and frightening.

The only reason I can think of Senketsu’s scene being played in the way it is is to show that Senketsu’s not really evil, since the whole thing’s treated as a joke. But… it’s just so jarring. What he’s doing is just the same as what Junketsu’s doing. It’s not funny in the slightest. Add in the not-so-subtle rape joke and it’s plain offensive.

But it’s not like this is an issue just with Senketsu’s first scene. This is my biggest beef with Kill la Kill in general—it, like a lot of anime and media these days, has a nasty habit of playing off sexual harassment and abuse as something hilarious. Personally, I don’t know why Senketsu’s first scene is always used as the worst example of this, since it’s shown to be pretty OOC for him early on and he never acts remotely like it ever again.

Meanwhile, characters like Mako and Aikuro do similar things to Ryuko when they are in their right minds. Mako gropes Ryuko’s breasts in her Hallelujah in episode 3, takes off her bra in the one in episode 5, and constantly invades Ryuko’s personal space and grabs onto her when it clearly makes Ryuko uncomfortable (see the motorcycle scenes in episodes 8 and 17). Yet, this is seen as funny, cute, and romantic. Then there’s Aikuro, who completely disrobes Ryuko in episode 2, immobilizes her with needles while she’s naked, and flirts with her when he’s her teacher and when doing such is completely inappropriate and brings Ryuko a lot of discomfort. And this, again, is seen as funny.

That’s not to say that I want to bash on these characters or pairings. I just ask why it is that these scenes and behaviors are excused as funny and cute when they’re very clearly not, while Senketsu’s first scene is—as it should be!—almost universally agreed to be disgusting and uncomfortable. Ryuko and Senketsu are one of my most favored relationships in all of fiction, but I would never dream of saying that their first meeting is anything adorable or hilarious. I honestly find it frightening that a lot of similar behavior—unwanted touching and removing of clothing—is brushed aside and laughed at because the perpetrator is a sexy teacher or a cute girl.

Of course, Senketsu’s first scene is a lot more intense, and I’m not stupid. I know exactly what they were referencing with it. It deserves to be controversial, and deserves to be spoken up against. But I think the hate against Senketsu for it is pretty… misguided, to say the least. Again, it’s not that it happens that makes it so bad in my eyes. It’s that we’re supposed to find one of Senketsu’s greatest fears hilarious. We’re supposed to think it’s funny that he’s hurting Ryuko, when his character is so utterly devoted to her and so terrified at the thought of bringing her any harm. This is something that I see as really sad, and it’s so disappointing that we don’t get to see Senketsu grapple with it or apologize for it.

Now, “not being in control!” or “not being in his right mind!” aren’t excuses for what Senketsu does, and it will always be awful and unacceptable. Even if he did apologize for it, it doesn’t erase what he did, and I think it’s a fair argument to say that you should stay away from people who have harmed you in the past. Personally, though, I don’t necessarily believe in that. I think people change all the time. Who I am now is different than who I was five years ago, for better or for worse. It’s the now that matters most to me, so in Senketsu’s case, he’s pretty much a darling sweetheart for the majority of the series, which I place a lot more importance on than his actions in a terrible, OOC-introduction scene where he’s overpowered by primal urges and not himself.

There’s definitely something to the idea that some actions are unforgivable, but when it comes to Senketsu, I lean against that. Still, I’m not going to argue with anyone who does feel that way—that’s just as valid as my feelings.

This got quite a bit longer than I intended. Basically, I hate the scene, but mostly because it’s framed as a joke. As someone who has been subjected to sexual harassment, I can firmly say that there’s absolutely nothing “funny” or “cute” about it, and I think it’s really disappointing and gross that the show plays Senketsu’s nasty behavior towards Ryuko in that way. Not only that, but it’s just so against his character, and is thus something incredibly tragic to me. Had it been played as the nightmare that it is to Senketsu, I don’t think the scene would be so widely hated, but instead seen for exactly what it is: a horrifying moment that must cause Senketsu great pain and fear.

From the “Final Thoughts” post:

I just personally am uncomfortable with categorizing Senketsu’s actions in his first scene as rape. Others may very well have their own valid reasons for defining it in that way.

But if the issue is indeed sexual assault, this is a huge problem in Kill la Kill in more ways than simply Senketsu’s introduction, since the show, unfortunately, falls into this common trend of playing off that kind of behavior for laughs … 

And believe me, I understand and think it’s totally fair if Senketsu’s behavior in episode 1 makes his relationship with Ryuko uncomfortable or unacceptable to some. But I also think that this conversation needs to be extended more often. Senketsu and Ryuko’s friendship—and Senketsu himself—get so absolutely vilified in amounts that I don’t see concerning Aikuro and especially Mako, which, personally, strikes me as unfair and a double standard. These characters also disrespect and assault Ryuko throughout the series—and when they’re in their right minds, too.

Of course, I don’t mean to accuse you of anything, Anon! I just feel that this issue is so, so much bigger than Senketsu and deserves to be talked about more. It really irks me that I retread this argument so many times whilst similar behavior coming from other characters is hardly called out, instead getting hailed as “cute” and “romantic.” In my opinion, if you’re comfortable pairing Ryuko with Aikuro or Mako and believe her relationships with them can grow and be healthy even after past instances of disrespect and harassment coloring their interactions (as I do!), then I don’t see any reason to think differently concerning Ryuko and Senketsu’s relationship.

And, finally, from the “8 Reasons” post:

In my mind, there are bigger issues with the series’ handling of assault than Senketsu’s first scene, but beyond that, Senketsu is honestly probably the most respectful character towards Ryuko in the entire show. He never forces her to wear him when she doesn’t want to—and the fact that Ryuko does take him off multiple times across the series when she doesn’t want to emphasizes that her wearing of him isn’t her being a poor prisoner, but her choosing to be with him—and Senketsu values Ryuko’s thoughts and opinions, openly communicates with her, and constantly considers her wellbeing.

As I once put it, “[Senketsu] is nothing like that first scene in all actuality, and Ryuko and Senketsu’s relationship is built not on nonconsensual behaviors and violence, but on respect and understanding.”

tl;dr, please stop acting like I don’t acknowledge the problems in Ryuko and Senketsu’s relationship. I can like something and understand that it’s not perfect. I can like something and understand that others might hate it and think (fairly) that it’s offensive. 

I don’t want to make assumptions, but considering I’ve only been getting these mean-spirited asks since I wrote out my thoughts on Ragyo and got attacked for it, I figure there’s a connection. Please stop acting like my criticisms of Ragyo were somehow unique to her. I probably have more criticisms about Ryuko and Senketsu’s relationship than even the biggest haters of the pairing, and I love them to pieces.

You can like something and also understand that not everyone will and might even find it problematic. Please stop sending me nasty, personally insulting messages about what I like when I have never, ever shamed you (or anons who think like you) for liking Ragyo.

#Anonymous #replies #the discourse #serious talk #rape mention #abuse mention #i didn't want to answer this because i don't owe these rude anons anything and if they really want to look into what i think on the subject #it's all organized right on my blog #it's not hard to find #but i hear this argument a lot so maybe others will find value in seeing these quotes #back when erica mendez had a tumblr she liked that 'senketsu's first scene' post and that was really validating #kill la kill #ryuketsu

[starrystarrybabe]

Oh, How the Mighty Fall [In Love] CHAPTER EIGHT (Ben Hardy x OC)

Lily Anne Mercury is brought in to help with Bohemian Rhapsody at the request of her Uncle Bri and Uncle Rog, and along the way, she might meet someone to share her life with. The only problem with this is that while their friends and the world can see that they’re perfect for each other, they’re going to be fully blind to this for a while. 

CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER THREE, CHAPTER FOUR, CHAPTER FIVE, CHAPTER SIX, CHAPTER SEVEN

DISCLAIMER: I’m fully aware that it would’ve been physically impossible for Jim and Freddie to have a child even with this method during the time they were alive, but the idea of Freddie as a dad and the idea of how his child would turn out to be was just too sweet for me to not write.

Hey, everyone! Apologies for the slightly altered formatting, the option for the lines isn’t currently available on tumblr and I am confused. If you could help me figure this out, I’d appreciate it. Thank you!

-- casey

TRIGGERS: explicit sexual content (18+ only please!)

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FACECLAIMS:

Kelly Gale as Lily Anne Mercury

Sira P. Kante as Ezichi Adebayo

Erika Linder as Bronwyn Ryan-Hughes

Bree Kish as Madigan Ryan-Hughes

Sonakshi Sinha as Anusha Laghari

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LILY’S DRESSES

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Lily is howling in laughter as she watches comedienne Anusha Laghari’s comedy special on Netflix. It is filled with jokes about growing up Indian, dealing with white people, and being in the comic industry as a woman of color. She’s currently talking about how she’s being described as the “brown John Mulaney,” but nothing about that man is remotely like herself, as much as she likes John Mulaney.

“The man is from a bloody Catholic household and walks around like he’s taking up too much space. I don’t have anything in common with that. The only thing that’s similar about us is that we both get massive paychecks,” Anusha says, grinning as the audience cheers. “I’m alright with the success rate being similar, but I am my own person, and not any version of anyone else. It’s been a wonderful show here in Radio City, and thank you so much for coming out to see me! I love you all! Good night, New York!” Anusha blows kisses to the crowd before the screen fades away to the end credits.

Lily met Anusha when they were both very young, and the pair were in the same Indian dance class. Jer would drop her off, and the Indian mothers would look at her curiously, but not say anything.

Needless to say, the fact that she was only half Indian was very noticeable when Jim’s pale complexion and cable-knit sweaters clashed with the brown women and colorful saris he was surrounded by.

Lily had practically no friends in that class except for Anusha, who told off some mothers and walked over to Lily when she was crying. She was always there for Lily, even though her mother didn’t exactly approve of the life Lily lived. When she saw how dedicated Jim was to taking care of his daughter and helping her experience her culture, she gained respect for him and practically adopted Lily as her own daughter, bringing her along to family occasions and constantly allowing the girl to sleep over with Anusha, and vice versa. Jim would sit with Anusha’s family at recitals and smile as his little girl twirled around stage with her best friend.

Anusha was always funny. Comedy made sense for her. She struggled for years, moved to New York, booked strange hours and worked under sexist bosses to make her name in the industry. Now, she’s one of the biggest names in comedy. Lily couldn’t be prouder of her childhood bestie.

Lily calls her friend, catching her breath. Anusha picks up immediately.

“Hello, Lily!” she cheerily says. “How was the special?”

Lily wipes a tear from her eye. “Darling, you’re so talented. I’m so proud of you. Also, my stomach hurts from laughing so damn hard.”

Anusha lets out a laugh. “Thanks, Lily! You’re the best, mate. I’m so glad you like it.”

Lily sighs and pets Reykja, who jumps up onto the couch. “It was amazing, darling. I’m so proud to call you my friend, and I know that Jim is smiling at you as we speak.”

Anusha quiets, letting out a small sigh. “Lily… stop it, don’t make me cry. You know I loved Jim more than anything. He was the absolute best. I’m so proud to call you my friend. Your latest album is a hit, and you’ve got a gorgeous blonde man pining over you. Now, if I were you, I would have immediately dragged him to bed, but--”

“Can’t I be nice without you making things filthy?” Lily scoffs, shaking her head. “You don’t even like blondes.”

Anusha laughs. “You’re right. But I have an interest in one of your blonde boy’s friends.”

She raises a brow. “Gwil is taken and so is Rami.”

Anusha huffs. “I know, Lily! You think I didn’t do my research? I like Joe.” She takes a deep breath. “Joe seems really nice, and he’s very cute and talented. I looked online, and I didn’t see anything about him having a girlfriend.”

Lily smiles. “He’s single.”

Anusha lets out whoops and hollers of joy. “Yes! Could you get me his number? I really want to talk to him.”

“You’re in New York right now, aren’t you?”

“Yep! I’m coming back to London tomorrow,” Anusha says.

“He’s in New York as we speak. I can tell Joe to meet you somewhere tonight.”

Anusha nervously laughs. “Lily, babe… I’m in sweats and my hair is greasy enough to sustain a fire. I can’t meet anyone like this.”

Lily nods. “I get it. I’ll ask him if he’d be interested in meeting you, alright?”

Anusha sighs in relief. “That would be great. Love ya, Lily!”

Lily smiles. “Love you too, Nush.”

She hangs up and immediately calls Joe, who picks up after a few rings.

“Hi, Lily! I was just thinking about you!” He sounds kind of drunk. “Sebastian and I are out drinking and one of your songs came on and I screamed ‘That’s my friend!’’

Lily smiles and chuckles. “That’s very sweet of you, darling. I appreciate it.”

“I also told everyone how you and Ben are soulmates,” he continues, giggling.

She holds back anger and sighs heavily. “That’s great, Joe. The world already thought that. I can’t wait to see Ben’s reaction to the news. Can I ask you something quickly?”

Joe laughs. “Sure thing! What is it?”

“Do you know Anusha Laghari? She has a comedy special on Netflix,” Lily begins.

“Of course I know her! I love her stuff! She’s also super pretty,” Joe says happily.

Lily smiles. “She’s my best friend from Indian dance school, and she wants your number.”

Joe gasps, covering his mouth with his hand. “Me? And her? Lily, you’re joking.”

“I’m not. She told me herself,” Lily says, leaning back on her couch.

“She’s talented and funny and gorgeous and cool, and— and— I’m just a lanky white dude who met Jeff Goldblum once! Why me?”

Lily shrugs. “Because you’re funny and handsome and charismatic and sweet.”

Joe stutters. “Aw, Lily, I’m blushing. Really, she asked for my number?”

Lily nods. “Mhm.”

“Give it to her, and tell her that I’ll text her when I’m not drunk. Thank you so much, Lily!”

“Of course, Joe. Uber home and drink some water, love.”

“Sure thing. Bye, Lily!”

Joe hangs up and Lily texts Anusha Joe’s number, explaining that he’ll text her when he’s sober.

—-

The next morning, Ben looks in the mirror and tries to pep talk himself up, trying on his beanies to see which one works best with his navy blue adidas jacket and black-striped joggers.

“What’s better, Frankie? Yellow or red?” He turns to his pup, who opens one eye and sniffs in the direction of the yellow hat. “Thanks, girl. I’ve got to look good for our walk today. I’m going to ask Lily to go to the Oscars with me.”

Frankie yawns and stretches, standing up and walking to Ben’s feet. Ben leans down and puts the leash on her before checking that he has his phone, keys, and wallet. He puts on his sunglasses and they leave the apartment, walking over to his car.

They drive to Garden Lodge and Ben parks next to Lily’s G-Wagon. The gate is already open, since Ben and Lily do this joint dog walk five times a week and Ben arrives at the same time every time they do it.

“I think the garden is pruned well enough,” Ben comments, watching as Lily meticulously goes through a patch of yellow flowers looking for weeds.

Lily looks up at him and takes off her filthy gloves and large sun hat, shaking out her hair. “I saw some weeds earlier this morning, so I decided to do something about it.”

Ben smiles as Frankie licks Lily’s cheek, and Reykja runs out of the doggie door to meet her friend. Frankie barks happily and Rey yips in return, playing with the other pup.

Lily picks up the end of the leash attached to Rey’s harness, standing up and looking up at Ben.

“Ready to go?” He asks.

“Yep!” Lily responds, walking alongside Ben and locking the gates after they exit. As they walk out of the driveway, they see two teenagers pasting notes to Freddie on the wall.

They spend ten minutes with the excited teenagers who fawn over Frankie and Rey, explain how much they love Queen and Room 301, and get selfies with both of them.  After the kids leave, Lily smiles up at Ben.

“They were more interested in you than me, you know. BoRhap made a difference,” she says, smiling as they begin the walk to the park a half mile away.

Ben nods. “I know. But they’re getting into your music as well because of the movie, so it’s not just Queen that’s thriving.”

She nods. “I just hope the Academy acknowledges all of that. Rami deserves to win, and BoRhap deserves all the awards it’s up for.” She chuckles. “I have a feeling I might be a little biased though.”

Ben looks down and lets out a little laugh. “I don’t mind. Actually, on that note, I’d like to ask you something.”

Lily bites back a smile and looks up at Ben. Is he going to do what she thinks he’s going to do? “Of course! What is it?”

Ben takes a deep breath as the dogs sniff the base of a tree, and gathers all his courage. “Would you like to go as my plus one to the Oscars?”

Lily’s eyes light up and her smile brightens the gray London sky. “I’d love that, Ben!”

Ben grins back at her, releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, and Frankie looks up at her dad, wagging her tail. “That’s great!”

Lily walks alongside Ben, and she laughs, shaking her head. “You looked nervous for a second, Ben.”

Ben feels a cold drip of sweat coming down his forehead and his face burns. “Huh? I’m not nervous. Why would I be nervous?”

Lily looks up at him and raises a brow. “I could’ve said no.”

Ben looks down, laughing nervously. “I mean, you could’ve, and gone with Joe again.”

She scoffs. “Even then I ended the night with you, Ben.”

Ben nods, smiling. “Yeah…”

She shrugs. “Besides, I practically set him up with my friend.”

Ben grins at her excitedly. “Seriously?”

She nods. “Mhm. You know the comedienne Anusha Laghari?”

Ben nods, grinning. “Of course! How do you know her?”

“She was my best friend as a child. We went to Indian dance school together as children.”

Ben nods, impressed. “Sometimes I forget that you know so many famous people.”

She grins. “Another one of my friends was Sean Ono Lennon. Yoko still sends me birthday gifts.”

Ben stops in his tracks. “You’ve met Yoko Ono.”

“Yes, I’ve been to her house for play dates with Sean. He helped me through the loss of my father.”

“Wait.” He waves his hands around in a confused gesture. “Does this mean that you met the other Beatles as well?”

She nods. “I know Paul and Ringo. I met George briefly when I was a baby but I don’t remember.”

Ben shakes his head as he continues walking. “That’s… how are you so nonchalant about that?”

She shrugs. “I was born into this life. It just sort of happened.”

Ben stutters for a minute before taking a deep breath. “Anyways, back to the topic at hand. Joe’s been single for a long time. What makes you think that Anusha can change that?”

Lily nods. “I have a good gut feeling about this, Ben. Also, she’s the one who asked for his number. He’s not chasing after someone who’s uninterested. She’s funny, he’s humble, and it wouldn’t be long distance since she lives in New York at the moment. That makes everything easier.”

Ben raises a brow. “Do you think it will last if it happens?”

She smiles and nods. “The last time I had a feeling this strong about anyone was when Zichi asked me about Gwil. Before then it was for Madi and Bron.”

Ben purses his lips. “You have a pretty good track record then. I trust your judgment. If Anusha is like she comes across in her special, her and Joe will be great together.”

She grins. “What you see is what you get with both of them. I have a good feeling about this.”

They walk along the track in the park in relative silence before Lily speaks up.

“You should wear a white suit jacket.”

Ben looks over at her and raises a brow. “All white?”

She shakes her head. “No. I think it should have a little bit of black, but that with nice dress pants and a pair of black Louboutins? Could be a major look.”

Ben nods, considering her suggestion. “What about sunglasses?”

She smiles, looking up at Ben. “That could be good.”

Ben takes mental notes of that before giving a suggestion of his own. “You should wear a red dress.”

She nods, pursing her lips. “Any particular style?”

He smiles and shrugs. “I think a princess gown would be fitting. After all, you’re the princess of Queen.”

She lets out a little laugh. “I guess I am. I’ll get it with a hoop skirt large enough to fit a person under.”

Ben raises a brow and looks away from her.

Anybody would be lucky to be under Lily Anne’s skirts. He just prays that one day, it could be him.

—-

Lily is corsetted tightly, and leans on the California King sized bed for support. “Fucking hell— holy shit! How much tighter can you go?” She asks the assistants helping her into her red ballgown.

It is heavy, large, has poofy sleeves, and her tits are barely contained by the layered fabric that dips low and squeezes her waist. The skirt looks like the curtain of an opera house, and the fabric is subtlety embroidered. She’s never worn something so grandiose before, but she has a feeling that tonight will be the night Ben admits his feelings to her, so she’s made every effort to look like a goddess.

Her heels are placed on her feet and her loose curls are adjusted before a heavy diamond choker and dangling diamond earrings are put on her. She looks in the mirror and catches her breath, her red lips turning up into a smile.

She’s never been this gorgeous before.

There’s a knock on the door, and she collects her clutch and does final checks on her outfit before opening the door and seeing Ben—

Her breath stops in her throat, because her man is looking so good tonight. That white suit with the black shoes and the perfectly tailored pants— she thinks she’s going to die.

He’s looking at her like she’s God, and in his eyes, she may as well be. Ben has never been struck speechless by how good someone looks before, but both of them are trying to form words as they look over each other.

“I— you— wow,” Ben gets out, shaking his head in awe. “You look amazing, Lily. Truly.”

She smiles and looks him over, adjusting his bow tie. “So do you. I was right to suggest the white tux jacket.” She smiles up at him. “You look stunning, Ben.”

Ben smiles and takes her hand as she exits the room and thanks her assistants. “We both look great. Now we just have to figure out how to transport me to the event so people witness how good I look.” She says, chuckling.

Ben nods, letting out a noise of thought. “You might need to stand.”

She sighs. “The things I do for fashion.”

—-

When they get to the red carpet, they are barraged by people asking if they’re a couple, and they brush off those questions, but a little part in each of them wonders how long it’s been since they could truthfully classify each other as mere friends.

This game they’re playing has to end. They need to admit to each other that they’re so much more than just friends to one another. The tension is thick, and the unspoken truth they both know has to come out of someone’s mouth.

When they leave the interviews and take photos together, Ben’s hand rests on the small of her back, and hers on his shoulder. Paparazzi are screaming about how good they look together, and they don’t respond. They already know that they’d be a gorgeous couple. If only one of them would make a move.

—-

“We’re not allowed in?” Lily Anne asks, raising a brow. “My uncles are performing and we were all a part of Bohemian Rhapsody.”

The guard shakes his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Your seats were taken by other people.”

Lily huffs, and looks back to see her friends nervously pacing, Anusha looking over to see what’s going on.

The rest of the night was going great, and she and Joe have hit it off wonderfully. Everything was wonderful until now.

Lily leans in, lowering her voice. “How much did they pay? I promise I can double it.”

The guard shifts uncomfortably and after a moment says, “One thousand for a whole row.”

She nods, and pulls out two thousand from her clutch. He takes it and nods, stuffing it in his vest pocket. “I’ll be right back, ma’am.”

Lily smiles and nods. “Good choice, darling. We’ll be waiting.” She walks back to her friends and smiles. “Give them a moment to kick the Kardashians out of our seats and we’ll be let inside.”

The whole group grins except for Ben. “How much money did you give him, Lily?”

Lily looks up at Ben. “That’s none of your business, Ben. It doesn’t matter, anyways. We’re in. That’s what counts.”

Ben shakes his head. “How much? I’ll give you the money, because it’s bollocks that you had to pay in the first place.”

Gwil and Joe nod, and Anusha speaks up. “Yeah. Tell us how much it was, and we’ll pay you back for it.”

Lily rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “No. It was pocket change for me, really.” Zichi gives her an impatient and accusatory glare. Lily crumbles under the pressure. “Fine.” She leans in. “Two thousand dollars.”

Joe chokes on his own spit, and Gwil curses in Welsh. Ben looks down at her and places a hand on her shoulder.

“Lily, you did all that for us to get in?” Ben asks.

She nods. “This movie has been one of the most important projects of our lives. It’s brought together you guys in a bond that’s truly unbreakable, my band, and my best friend from childhood. We’re a family, all of us. We deserve to be there when Rami and the movie win the awards it fucking deserves. I can earn back my money. It’s worth it for this.”

They are escorted inside, and sit down, Lily Anne apologizing for her skirt going onto Ben and Joe’s chairs. She stands back up as they sit down and then sits, her skirt covering both their laps. Ben laughs and she looks over at him, frowning.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It feels like I have a blanket on my legs. How thick is the fabric of this dress? How are you even walking around in this? Your legs must be damp.”

She scoffs. “Don’t be stupid, I have ventilation installed in this thing. I can’t have a swampy vagina by the end of the night.”

Joe covers his mouth as he laughs, and Ben snorts, grinning. Anusha is trying to contain herself and failing, and the whole row tries to quiet down as the lights dim. After they settle down, Ben lets out a chuckle and Lily elbows him. Joe snorts and Anusha shakes from containing herself. Then, the music starts.

Nobody is singing louder than them. Adam looks over and blows a kiss to Lily Anne, and she winks back at him, waving to Brian and Roger. The camera pans over to them as they shout along to We Will Rock You. It’s wonderful, and they could care less about what the other people in the audience think about them. This is their moment, and they will bask in it.

Things quiet down as the award show starts, and whenever BoRhap wins an award, they stand up and jump around, hugging one another and cheering loudly. They must be annoying the fuck out of literally everyone else in the audience.

Finally, Rami wins. Lily begins to cry, and Ben hugs her. She carefully angles herself so she doesn’t get any makeup on his pristine white blazer but still enjoys the tight embrace. When he gives his speech, she squeezes Ben’s hand, and he squeezes hers back just as tightly.

The ceremony flies by after that, and while their group mingles with other celebrities, Lily and Ben stick together and make their way into a quieter area of the auditorium.

“Four out of five isn’t bad,” he says, smiling. “I think Freddie would be proud.”

Lily laughs. “He’d be proud regardless of if BoRhap won all of the categories or none of them. You all worked so hard on this film, and it showed. He knows you tried your best, and it was done with love. It was worth the time it took to develop the project. Tonight is merely proof of that.”

Ben smiles at her. “I’ve never seen you so happy before, watching Rami win.”

She shrugs. “Rami deserved that. He became Freddie, and that takes a lot of talent and hard work to be someone that big. I’m so proud of all of you. You did a glorious job.” Lily takes a moment. It’s time to say it. “There’s only one thing that could make this night even better.”

Ben raises a brow and looks down at her. “What would that be? I’d be happy to provide it if I can.”

She purses her lips, taking a deep breath. “We’re close friends, you know that as much as I do.”

Ben’s heart skips a beat. “Of course I do. Casual friends don’t just go to the Oscars or walk their dogs together.”

Lily nods. “Casual friendship doesn’t usually involve quitting cigarettes together or buying out Indian restaurants either.” She looks up at Ben, who’s looking at her with a knowing look. “I think we both know that we’re not just close friends, either.”

Ben presses his lips together, and nods slowly. “I think we’ve known that for a while now.”

“I care more deeply for you than I have for anyone else in my life, and I felt that way almost immediately after meeting you. I knew those feelings were true after you threw away your pack of cigarettes and vowed to help me quit one of our worst habits.” Lily speaks slowly and clearly, and their gaze could not be separated by anything going on around them. “You didn’t kiss me at the Globes because you were afraid of mucking it all up and losing something so precious to you.” She places a manicured hand on his chest and feels his heart pounding. “You’re just as precious to me, Ben. You’re the only man I’m ever going to devote myself to for the rest of my days, and I know that.”

His hands shake as he places one on top of hers, and the other on her waist. He has no words, but none are needed.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours. We knew that a long time ago, but tonight, I’d like to get that confirmation. That would send me over the moon.”

Ben nods and pulls her tightly against him, and in the room full of people, kisses her passionately. It feels like winning that last Oscar to finally have her lips on his, and when she cups the back of his neck with one warm hand, he closes his eyes.

The only thing that matters right now is her. Everything else is drowned out by the sensation of an embrace months in the making.

When she pulls away from him, her eyes are sparkling, and he rests one hand on her cheek, stroking it gently. She leans into him and smiles, red lips quirked into a smile.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for so long…” he admits. “But as much as you deserve gentle loving, tonight I’d love nothing more than to be the man under your skirt.”

Lily smirks, grinning like a cat that got the cream. “I know. Why else do you think this gown is so bloody wide?”

They rush off to find a bathroom stall.

—-

“No luck?”

“I can’t fit in any of these stalls, Ben. The skirt is too wide,” Lily responds, pouting.

Ben sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair. “Stand in front of a sink.”

Lily’s eyes go wide. “Benjamin Jones, are you serious? Anyone could walk in here and see us!”

Ben nods. “I don’t fucking care. Let them see.”

Lily sighs and looks up at Ben to see if he’s actually serious, and he nods to a sink. She releases a resigned breath and does as she’s told.

Ben promptly ducks under her skirts and taps her thighs, and she spreads her legs to give him room. She’s wearing black mesh panties, and he can see that she’s freshly waxed, with only a tiny bit of pubic hair.

“Oh… you planned for this, didn’t you?” Ben says with a grin.

Lily huffs, her face burning under her foundation. “Well… yes, of course I did! But I didn’t plan for it to happen this publically!”

Ben chuckles and shakes his head, gently kissing her thigh and causing her leg to shake. “Don’t worry, darling. This won’t take long. You’re already soaking wet, and I know what I’m doing.” He kisses further up her thigh, one hand holding her leg firmly in place. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

She lets a moan and squeezes her eyes shut, gripping the counter. After five minues of Ben’s tongue doing magical things to her clit, he tugs the thin panties aside and strokes her folds with one finger. His hot breath and amazing tongue and finger combined with the tight grip on her thigh-- she knows she’s close.

Just as she’s about to come, Lucy walks in the bathroom, and she clenches up, all chance of orgasm gone. Ben has frozen up too, so Lily is just standing there with his tongue on her clit and his finger inside of her while their best friend has no clue.

“Hi, Lily!” Lucy says, waving to her friend before frowning at her flushed face. “Is everything alright? You’re so red!”

‘I have our mutual friend’s mouth on my vagina. Everything is great.’

“Oh, it’s nothing! The dress is just heavy, that’s all,” Lily tells the blonde woman. “It’s not easy to walk around in.”

Technically that isn’t a lie. The dress is heavy, and she has had to have assistance to walk around at the event.

Lucy nods. “That makes sense. The dress is magnificent, but highly impractical.”

Lily laughs. “Isn’t that true of most fashion, darling?”

Lucy nods. “It is.” She takes a moment and sighs, smiling. “Tonight has been wonderful. I’m sure Freddie is happy.”

Does it feel wrong to think about one’s father while there’s a mouth on your clit and a finger inside of you? Yes. It does.

“Freddie is probably ecstatic right now,” Lily says, grip tightening on the counter as Ben continues slowly.

Lucy laughs. “I’m glad. The boys are celebrating. By the way, where’s Ben?”

‘Under my dress. Pleasuring me with his tongue.’

“I don’t know. He was in the auditorium last I saw him, but—“ Ben hits her G-spot and she has to take a moment. “Ah. Just some period cramps. Sorry.”

Lucy looks over and pats her shaking hand.

“I’m sorry. I have some Advil back at the hotel if you’d like it,” she says.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you, lo—“ Lily kicks Ben when he hits a sensitive spot, and he pulls away, crawling out from under her dress in pain.

Lucy looks amused. “Do you want the Advil, Ben?”

Ben is all flushed and his hair is a mess. There’s red lipstick on his mouth and his pants have dust on the knees from where he was kneeling.

“That would be great, Lucy. Thanks.” He looks down, beet red.

Lily scratches the back of her neck, and Lucy smiles at the couple.

“It was about time you two figured it out. I’m glad you did!”

Lily and Ben mumble their thanks, and Lucy finishes washing up.

“Joe wants to pick up snacks at 7/11 with you, Ben. Lily, Anusha is waiting for you. Come out once you’re ready and we’ll be on our way,” Lucy says. “Congrats!” She calls out as she leaves the bathroom.

Lily helps Ben up and sorts him out, sighing.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Ben smiles and kisses her forehead after she cleans up the lipstick. “It’s alright. That was fun.”

Lily smiles at his flushed appearance and kisses him, tasting herself on his lips.

When they leave the bathroom, Brian, having spotted them, gives Roger twenty pounds for losing their bet of whether Lily and Ben would confess to each other tonight.

—

“So we have Sun Chips, Doritos, tortilla chips, queso, and guac. Do we need anything else?” Joe asks, holding some of the items in his arms.

“I think that’s all,” Ben says, only really half engaged in the conversation. He’s still thinking about Lily.

“Is something wrong, Ben? You seem distracted,” Joe asks, frowning.

Ben lets out a little laugh and shakes his head. “No, not at all. I mean, I’m distracted, but it’s not for a bad reason.”

Joe nods, smiling. “I’m glad you and Lily figured it out, really. I’ve been waiting for that to happen for such a long time.”

“Thanks, mate. I appreciate it. How’s Anusha?” He asks, following Ben as they head up to the checkout.

Joe grins. “She’s amazing, Ben. She’s gorgeous, funny, and I’m not uncomfortable around her. We get along really well.”

After they check out, Ben walks back to the Uber with Joe and after they get in, he smiles at his friend. “Do you think you and her could date?”

Joe thinks for a moment before nodding. “I do. I really like her.”

Ben grins. “As long as I’m best man at the wedding, I’ll support you.”

Joe flushes and Ben laughs, and as they head back to the hotel, they bask in their happiness.

—-

“Then Lucy walks in—“

“He’s still under your dress?”

“Yes! So we’re talking and he hits a sensitive spot and I kick him, and he exits the skirt in pain,” Lily finishes, reapplying her mascara.

Anusha cracks up, clapping her hands. “Lily!”

“What?” She looks over at her friend, confused.

“I never took you to be an exhibitionist, but I guess life is full of surprises,” Anusha comments, grinning.

Lily rolls her eyes and shakes her head fondly, picking up her nude lipstick. “Shut up. How’s it going with Joe?”

Anusha grins, pausing her makeup routine. “He’s amazing, Lily. I couldn’t have imagined a better person to go to an awards show with.”

Lily raises a brow. “Do you want to date him?”

Anusha nods furiously. “I’m never letting him go, mate! He’s been perfect. Why would I give up that?”

Lily raises her hands in defense. “Alright! Ease up, Nush. I’m glad you like him. He’s a really nice guy, and you two will make a great couple.”

Anusha grins and adjusts her cocktail dress, looking over herself in the mirror. Lily looks over at her and nods in approval, liking the way the dress looks on her. Anusha lets out a satisfied hum and smiles before looking over at her friend’s dress and raising a brow.

“You’re certainly going for easy access tonight, aren’t you, Lily?”

She shrugs and looks in the mirror, turning in her metallic, low cut dress with lantern sleeves and a short skirt, the deep plunging fabric left leaves little to the imagination.

“I didn’t get to come in the bathroom. He has a job to finish,” Lily says, smiling. “After all, now there’s no use in playing coy after what happened earlier.”

Anusha smirks and pats her friend on the back with a knowing grin. “If you can walk tomorrow, I’ll know he didn’t do his job well enough.”

Lily’s suite soon fills up with guests, and the alcohol begins flowing. The boys finally get back from their trip and the snacks quickly become the center of attention, and as Lily heads over to get some guacamole and chips, she feels someone put a hand on her shoulder and turns to see Sarina smiling at her. She hugs the woman and grins.

“How’d you enjoy the ceremony, Sarina?” Lily asks, looking up at the woman.

Sarina grins. “It was wonderful! I loved it. Roger and Brian are very pleased with how everything turned out.” Her grin becomes a smirk. “How did you enjoy the ceremony?”

Lily laughs. “It was great. The boys deserve this, as do Roger and Brian. But I know you’re not asking about that.”

Sarina shrugs. “It was bound to happen and we both know it. Roger had a bet with Brian about it, and he won. He’s ecstatic that you two got together before he’s on his death bed.”

She rolls her eyes. “He certainly has a flair for the dramatic, doesn’t he?”

Sarina lets out a small laugh. “That he does. I’ll leave you to find your man and I’ll go off to find mine. Have a fun time, Lily.”

She kisses her aunt’s cheek and continues walking, and feels a large, warm hand on her hip. She looks up at Ben and smiles, placing her hand on his chest.

He leans down and kisses her cheek. “You certainly chose an easier dress for me to take off of you, didn’t you?”

She smirks and kisses him gently. “I’m glad you like the view, darling. I figured after the hassle of the first dress you deserved something a little more easy access.”

Ben grins and kisses her back, tugging on her bottom lip as he pulls away. She looks up at him with dark eyes, and he raises a brow. “You want to go to your room now?”

Lily sighs, looking down. “We should be a little subtle. Let’s wait a little bit. Once people are drunker, we can slip away and nobody will notice.”

Ben nods, kissing her forehead. “Sure thing, Lil.” He leans in close to her ear and whispers, “I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you.”

Her knees go weak and she looks up at him with a smile. “Was that a threat or a promise?”

Ben smirks and pinches her ass. “It’s whatever you want it to be.”

She raises a brow and grins. “I’ll see you later in my bedroom, Benjamin.” She pulls him down and whispers in his ear. “If I’m able to walk tomorrow, I’ll be upset with you.”

She walks off, hips swaying. Ben’s eyes follow her body, and she grins, feeling him follow her.

Joe is already very drunk, and so is Anusha. They sit together on the couch, leaning against one another.

“We should do karaoke!” Joe exclaims. “Can we get a karaoke machine?”

Anusha gasps and puts a hand on his chest. “We should totally get a karaoke machine. You’re a genius, Joey.”

Joe blushes and grins at her, holding her hand. “Will you sing with me?”

Anusha nods, smiling. “It would be my honor.”

Lily looks over at Ben with a knowing look, and he nods, impressed.

Joe points at Lily. “Call the front desk. We need a karaoke machine, stat.”

Gwil stands up from his place on the couch. “I’ll get it. You stay sitting, Lily.”

Lily smiles at Gwil gratefully and leans back, Ben’s hand resting on her shoulder. She moves closer to him and smiles.

—-

Surprisingly enough, this hotel can provide karaoke machines. Joe hollers as the machine is set up by a level headed Ezichi.

Anusha looks over at Lily. “You should do it!”

Lily chuckles. “What song do you propose I perform?”

Joe grins as he looks at her. “Another One Bites the Dust.”

Anusha nods enthusiastically and she nods, smiling. “I’ll appease you drunken idiots.”

“I’m not an idiot!” Anusha insists.

“I’m not drunk!” Joe adds, pouting.

Ben snorts in laughter and Lily shakes her head fondly before standing up when Gwil cues up the song and hands her the microphone.

Her performance is captivating. The dress combined with her moves, and the eye contact she makes with the rest of the group as it continues is amazing. She ends up on Ben’s lap, with her hands resting behind his neck and his own on her waist. She feels his trousers getting tighter in the crotch and smiles at the good work she’s done. The crowd cheers her on and she stands to bow, and walks off to the kitchen. She’s intercepted by Roger, Sarina, Brian, and Anita, and hugs her family.

“Turning in for the night?” She asks.

Brian smiles and ruffles her hair. “We’re too old to party like this. The rock and roll lifestyle isn’t meant for the elderly.”

She grins and kisses his cheek. “Well thanks for coming anyways. I appreciate it.”

Anita smiles and hugs her niece. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The couple leaves after saying goodnight, and after Sarina exits the room, Roger presses a small plastic square in her hand. She looks down at the condom and back at her uncle, pressing her lips together. Roger grins and ruffles her hair, kissing her forehead before leaving the room. She sticks the condom in the waistline of her dress and walks back to the kitchen, where she pours herself a glass of water.

She feels hands on her waist and breath on her neck and smiles, closing her eyes. “How’d you like my performance, Benny?”

Ben’s grip on her waist tightens. “I think everyone is drunk enough.”

She turns in his arms and presses her hips against his own, looking up at him demurely. “Promise to make me scream, Hardy?”

Ben leans down, eyes darkening. “That would be detrimental to your career if we make that a habit, y’know.”

She shrugs. “I know. I’m sure hickeys all over your neck and chest would be detrimental to yours as well. I suppose these can be our mutual indulgences.”

Ben smirks and rests on hand on her cheek, brushing back a curly strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m happy to oblige your desires, and wish for you to do as you please with me.”

Lily leans in, placing one hand on his chest. “What are we waiting for then? I have so many plans for you.”

The two of them walk into the bedroom and lock the door, and Lily pulls out the condom. Ben looks amused.

“Roger’s gift,” she explains, smiling as she throws the condom onto the nightstand.

Ben grins and pulls her close, kissing her and gripping her hips tightly in his big hands. She wraps her arms around the back of his neck and leans into him, jumping up to hitch her thighs around his waist. He supports her weight effortlessly, and his hands cradle her ass.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this to happen,” Lily says when they pull apart, catching their breath.

She gasps as Ben pushes her against the wall. “I’ve been attracted to you since the day I met you.” He begins sucking kisses down her neck. “When I saw you with Joe at the Golden Globes, I was so angry with myself.”

Lily moans and fists Ben’s hair. “Why were you mad? You’re the one who asked him to take me.”

Ben grinds into her and looks up at her, pushing her dress off her shoulders to reveal her chest. “Because you looked gorgeous, and you could’ve been my date. But I was an idiot who was too scared to ask you.” He kisses down her collarbones, leaving angry red marks all over. He relishes in her little sounds, and the cursing, and his name being said like a prayer. “I could’ve been doing this to you before the show if we had figured ourselves out sooner. You’d barely be able to walk on the red carpet, leaning on me for support. Everyone would know why you’d be unstable, since you don’t drink. The headlines would be proclaiming how filthy of a couple we are.”

Lily gasps as he nips her breast. “Do you always talk this much during foreplay, or am I just a lucky woman?”

He grins and looks up at her flushed face. “You like it?”

She nods, pupils dilated. “So much. Please don’t stop.”

He raises a brow. “Not even to finish eating you out?”

“...I can make an exception.”

He moves her to the bed and finishes what he started in the bathroom.

---

She spends five minutes composing herself before shakily sitting up in bed. Ben is taking off his white jacket, and she clears her throat, leaning against the pillows.

“Ben.”

He turns around to look at her and takes off his jacket. “Yes, love?”

“Let me,” she says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He sits next to her on the bed and she straddles his lap, beginning to undo his bow tie. She can feel the bulge in his pants and smiles, tossing the tie aside and beginning to undo the buttons. “I’ve got you all worked up, haven’t I?”

He lets out a small laugh and squeezes her hips. “You’ve had me worked up since the day I met you.”

She smiles and finishes unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He takes off the shirt and she runs her hands over his chest slowly, eventually getting onto her knees and undoing his belt. “I’ve always thought you were very pretty, Ben.” She unzips and unbuttons his pants, and feels his thighs tense up.

“In college my friends and I would talk about our celebrity crushes, and, well…” He helps her take off his pants and slips off his shoes after she unties them. “You were always mine.”

She smiles as he leans down and kicks off his socks, and kisses him, chuckling. “We really have been into each other for the longest time.”

Ben’s breath catches in his throat as she kisses up his thighs, looking up at him. She puts one finger in the waistband of his briefs and looks up at him for permission. When he nods frantically, she pulls down his underwear and tosses it aside.

Ben isn’t the biggest she’s ever seen, but he’s proportional and thick, and she knows that he’ll feel good. She can’t wait to take him. She takes him in her hand and begins slowly pumping, and his muscles practically ripple with the release and uptake of tension in his body.

“Relax, love. I’ll take good care of you.” She presses a kiss to the head of his cock and he releases a sweet moan.

The sounds of drunken karaoke in the background are ignored, and Lily focuses on Ben’s noises as she takes him in her mouth.

---

The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin fill the room, and Lily moans out her lover’s name as he’s propped up above her, holding onto the headboard of the bed and her waist. He grunts into her neck, and she rakes her fingernails down his muscular back.

Sex has never felt this good. Sure, Frank made her orgasm, but he never made her feel quite like this. Ben sets a good pace and is incredibly attentive to her needs. She’s not afraid to voice what she wants him to do, but she’s more than happy to let him have his way with her.

She’s always enjoyed being submissive. Luckily for her, Ben enjoys being dominant.

“Lil… fuck, Lil. I can’t hold out much longer,” he groans, leaning into her neck.

Lily moans, her fingers tugging on his curls. “Me neither. Speed up-- oh! Yes! Like that!”

Ben moans as he comes, and Lily shouts out his name, orgasming at the exact same time as him.

She kisses him gently as he lays down partially on top of her, his head resting next to hers on the pillows.

“I love you,” he whispers. Her heart soars.

“I love you too, Ben.” She smiles and moves so he can dispose of the condom.

When he comes back, he brings her into his arms, and she entangles her legs with his, resting her head on his warm chest. She yawns, cuddling up to him. He closes his eyes and smiles, and they fall asleep in each others’ arms.

When they’re walking to the terminal, Lily tries to avoid Ben’s eyes, because she knows that he’s smirking. She is beyond sore, and it is painful to move after everything he did to her the night before.

They board the plane quickly and after Ben puts his and Lily’s carry on luggage in the overhead bins, he settles in his window seat. She sits next to him and immediately rests her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and sighing.

“Did the Advil help?” He asks, kissing the top of her head.

“Not really,” she mumbles. “I can barely walk, you wanker.”

He laughs and places a hand on her thigh, smiling. “You’re welcome.”

She smiles slightly and when Gwil and Ezichi sit in the middle two seats next to them, Ezichi grins at the sight. Gwil holds her hand and smiles as well, because he’s never seen Ben this content before.

After the plane takes off, Lily readjusts herself and curls up against Ben, and he holds her, closing his eyes. The pair fall asleep entangled in each others’ embrace.

Gwil stands up and takes a picture of them, and once they land on the ground, he posts it on instagram with the caption “It took ten months. @joemazzello”

~

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