#look if everyone already knows this and im just an idiot or missing sarcasm or whatever else then. happy days thats a good thing

[transcharliekelly]

hi, sorry, this feels like a given and like a post i shouldn't have a reason to make because its so obvious, but like. we understand that sunny has not stopped making fun of mac for being gay right. like they've just shifted from "haha mac is gay but hes in denial! look he wants to oil up men. lol charlie called him gay and he didn't get the joke" to "haha mac is the creepy weird hypersexual gay dude that cant take a hint and is in love with dennis even though he doesn't feel the same way and jerks it to his bible and crashes the office computer looking at porn" like they didn't. i love mac and i'm not at all saying my problem lies with him coming out, but in a lot of ways his coming out was just a way to revamp the jokes they'd been making for a decade or so because they were starting to get bored with them or whatever, while feeding their egos at the same time bc they're like. "progressive". mfhip (which is an episode i do like in it's own way, to be clear) isn't some fucking triumph its them just ignoring the fact that they've turned mac's sexuality into such a caricature for one episode so they can be like "look.... look he did a dance look ! gay rights solved :) look at us look what we did! you're welcome :)" and then immediately go back to like. everything else.

#again this seems obvious like! it takes .4 seconds of critical thinking abt who rcg are as people to realize that mac coming out is not #like. i mean not that it isnt important but its definitely not as much of a hashtag win as theyd like to have you think #but ive seen a lot of stuff lately on here thats just like. huh. #look if everyone already knows this and im just an idiot or missing sarcasm or whatever else then. happy days thats a good thing #ignore me. but that really doesnt seem to be the case for at least a reasonable section of sunny tumblr #even that stuff of them at pride a couple years ago like. honestly it makes me really uncomfortable #and theres a case for 'theyre trying !' maybe but. they arent is the thing #oh also just because i know how likely bad faith readings are here id like to be crystal clear that im not calling it weird/creepy to be #hypersexual i understand the psychological connotations of hypersexuality. im using it in the context of the very common harmful #tropes against gay men & lesbians of an obsession with sex to the point of being driven to massive invasions of boundaries/even assault #that's treated essentially as a side effect to being gay. (commonly known as the predatory gay) #im not sure how clear this is because im tired and a lot of this is taken from tags i wrote out on someone elses post that i took bc a) it #sounded too hostile when they didnt really deserve it and b) it was kinda unrelated. so if you want to talk about this/clarify smt/anything #else shoot me an ask oc :] #ok going to bed now. probably its inviting bullshit to tag this but im doing it anyways #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #ben.txt #rant

[kpopluvrsblog]

I got you princess

Requested: may i please request for a jealous bsf mark where he sees y/n getting wasted in the club (because she saw mark getting close with the popular girl) and she's with yeonjun so he drags her out and they fight but end up confessing to each other.. i hope that isn't confusing haha thanks !

Genre: angst + fluff, smut!

Pairing: mark x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT! Dom!mark x sub!fem!reader, unprotected sex ( uak the drill ), reader goes somewhat into subspace at the end, creampie , kind of rough sex, slight masturbation suggestive dancing, swearing, use of the word slut

A/n: this is so long,,, SORRY I ADDED SMUT i cant help myself when it comes to mark... if anyone doesn’t want to read that part it is at the end!!

You slam your locker shut, sighing loudly as “those two” pass by murmuring amongst themselves. By “those two” you mean mark and little miss popular. It’s not that you were popular but of course everyone loves miss perfect aka Jen and they can’t see through her facade. “Me and mark used to be like that..” you whispered to yourself.

“HEY Y/N” someome suddenly screamed in your ear. “YEONJUN!! oh my,,, you scared me!” You whined and smacked his arm lightly, making him chuckle to himself. “ Mmm sooo how’s your little crush on mark going? He seems to be all over jen today...” yeonjun asked with a face of concern.

“ oh a little?” Your eyebrows shot up with sarcasm. “Honestly, its... ever since they’ve gotten closer, she’s got him wrapped around her finger. Its as if me and mark had never been friends.” You look off to the side and scoffed at how whiny you sounded.

“No no no y/n... thats it!! I am not letting you sulk over this loser. He doesn’t understand anything.” He rolled his eyes before continuing “ we need to go out!!” He said happily. “ go where exactly?” You questioned as you grabbed his hand and started to walk to the exit of the school. “ go clubbing!!” Yeonjun said excitedly.

‘Clubbing huh... that doesn’t sound too bad!’ You thought in your head. “ alright clubbing it is!!”

That leads to where you are now. Looking at yourself in the mirror, wearing a burgundy fitting dress which made all of your curves stand out and matched it with burgundy heels as well. You have done light makeup with a black winged liner and added diamond jewelry pieces.

“DAMN y/n... baby you look GREAT!! wow you look so good i-“ yeonjun cut himself off when he reached up to his mouth and wiped off his drool, his actions making you laugh. “Stop!! Lets just go!” You said while laughing. You noticed his attire matches yours. He was wearing a burgundy suit as well which complimented him so well. “You look really good too though...” you smiled brightly at him as he grabbed your hand, thanking you with a blush on his face and brought you to his car.

The drive to the club was around 30 minutes. Yeonjun had found a club or as he called it “ the best club you’ll ever go to” and insisted that you both go there for the night. He said he wouldn’t drink so he could be your DD ( designated driver).

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Your mouth dropped open when he pulled into the private parking lot for the club. “Yeonjun this is..” you trailed off in awe. “Amazing. I know.” He finished the sentence for you. “alright, in we go!!” He jumped excitedly.

As you walked to the large glass double doors. The bright lights and blaring music became clearer. You could see the many people that were occupied inside. Yeonjun said something to the security man standing outside, which u didn’t understand since you were too busy admiring the place, but before you knew it he was leading you inside.

“ALRIGHT, drinks first baby we gotta get you to loosen up before we get started.” He shouted over the music and the yells of the other people as he brought you to the bar. When he talked to the barista you started to scan the crowd of unfamiliar faces, smiling at the sight of everyone having fun. Suddenly you furrowed your eyebrows... ‘was that mark?? What was he doing here... wait, jen is... dancing on him.. woah, okay.’ Your thoughts ended as yeonjun poked your side and handed the shot glass to you “ thanks” you smiled at him and chugged the drink, feeling the hot liquid slide down your throat, leaving a slight burn.

“Agh” you winced at the flavor causing yeonjun to chuckle. “Its good huh?” He smirked. You turned back to the barista, “excuse me!! Can you give me the strongest shot you got?!” You questioned with a smirk. “Challenge accepted” the barista laughed and went to mix you up a drink. If mark can have fun why can’t you?? It’s time to get over him.. he’s obviously taken. “Is that mark here??! What the fuck man!!” Yeonjun shouted with a look of pure disgust when he saw who was attached to him.

“Y/n lets go! We’re going to go dance and show him what he’s missing!!” He looked back over to you just in time to see you take the mystery shot. “Damn that shits strong” you croaked and laughed when you saw yeonjun smiling at you.

He pulled your hand through the crowd of bodies and brought you to an open spot. Already feeling the alcohol take its place you started to dance with yeonjun wrapping your hands around his neck as he placed his hands on your hips. You smiled up at him and turned around in his grip, bending fowards slightly, now grinding your ass up against his bulge with his hands still groping your hips as he grinds into you.

You stood back up, still moving your hips and reached your arms over your shoulders to hold onto the back of his neck lightly. You looked up and met a gaze of who you completely forgot about. Jen was no where to be seen and mark was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, biting his lip harshly and glaring at the man groping you. Yeonjun leaned down slightly to press a light kiss to your neck and thats when mark broke.

One second you were dancing with jun and the next someone was leading you to a secluded place of this club. “WHAT the fuck are you doing mark!!! Let me go!!” You shouted as he pulled you into one of the empty backrooms. “Shut up.” Is all he said while he went to block you from leaving the room. “Shut up?!! What do you mean shut up!! Ive been shutting up since you decided to ignore me for the schools slut!!” You shouted at him trying to push him out of your way.

“HEY!! She is not a slut first of all-“ you cut him off with a slap to his face making him stare at you in shock. “Not a slut?? Mark where do you think she ran off to huh?! You think you were the only guy shes been talking too?! What a dumbass... im leaving now.” You declared waiting for him to move out of your way.

“Y/n... listen-” Mark started. “No!! I don’t want some pity apology to leave your mouth! I want to leave and never see you again.” You stated with your arms crossed until mark suddenly pulled you into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around you, as if he let go it would cause you to disappear. “ what the- Let me go!!” You mumbled into his suit.

You heard him sniffle and now realized that he was crying... a lot. Even though he is a dumbass you can’t help your feelings for him. “Listen y/n... im so so sorry that i pushed you away. I just- oh my gosh. I love you y/n... so very much that I unintentionally pushed you away and when i noticed how close you were to yeonjun, i thought that i could never treat you like how he does, i could never make you happy and i KNEW THAT. When jen started to pay attention to me, i thought i could take my mind off of you and that you would have a better life without me in it. I know how she is y/n... but my jealousy got the better of me. The reason why she left just now is because I wasn’t paying attention to her. How could i when you were standing so beautifully in front of me... and thats when i noticed that i couldn’t get over you, especially with yeonjun touching all over you when that could’ve been me if i tried and i- hmmph“

He was talking too much... his words making tears rolls down your face, soaking up into his suit. You leaned up to press your lips tightly against his. His body stiffened when your lips touched his... they were so soft. He quickly loosened up and hugged you tighter, his lips now moving with yours as you continued to make out. After a few minutes you pulled apart, a string connected between you both, chests heaving. You knew you looked like a mess but mark still looked down at you with so much love.

“First of all your still a dumbass...” you whispered, causing mark to giggle. “ I’ve never stopped loving you, me and yeonjun are just friends and he knows about my crush on you. But when you started ignoring me.. wow it hurt so bad and it pains me to admit that. I was so jealous that I couldn’t be with you-“ mark cut you off with another peck. “Mark let me finish!!” You blushed trying to pry him off of you.

“No i already know where this is going... im sorry for being a fucking idiot but i really do love you and i hope you can forgive me.” He said while letting a few more tears out.

“Okay no more crying!! Of course i forgive you and I obviously still love you too... you’re lucky you only ignored me for around a month though...” you trailed off into a fit of giggles. “Lets leave this place y/n, ill tell yeonjun whats going on and ill take you to my place to get you cleaned up okay??” Mark said while caressing your hair lovingly. “Mhm lets go!”

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《smut starts》

After some time, you and mark had finally arrived at his house. “Ahhh okay here we are.” He sighed when he pulled into his driveway. “ okay lets get you cleaned up hmm?” He questioned when you both entered his house. Too tired to answer you hummed an answer back hoping he would understand, of course he did. Having already been here many times before, you remember where everything is which made it easier to navigate through his home. “Lets take off these shoes first, i bet your feet hurt so bad right now.” He pouted and sat you down on his couch, leaning down to take off each heel and lightly massaging your sore feet. “ it’s alright you can close your eyes baby ill take care of you.” Mark then leaned up to peck your lips one last time to hear you mumble “ thanks baby i lovveee you hmm” you then closed your eyes and felt him pick you up, bridal style and bring you into his bathroom. He took off your jewelry and placed them safely in the cabinet. He then proceeded to remove any excess of makeup that you had left on your face.

He was debating whether or not he should bathe you, as you probably feel gross. Since you had not fallen asleep yet, you decided that you wanted to be clean. “Baby you can bathe me its okay. I trust you.” You said softly, making mark smile at your cuteness. “Alright, im going to undress you now, lift your arms up for me.” You did as you were told, he took the snug dress off of your body, leaving you in your matching lace bra and panties... he couldnt help but get turned on. He thought your body was outstanding. Mark shook his head lightly trying to get out of his thoughts, you, now with your eyes open, noticed his actions and smirked. “Whatcha looking at?” You questioned innocently while looking down at your body.

“I uh- uhm oh yeah ill start the bath” he blushed and moved to the tub, now filling it up with hot water. The alcohol had mostly wore off now, since you hadn’t drank a lot. You started to unclip your bra and pull off your panties. “Mark can you help me in the tub please” you asked. You both knew you were capable of getting in yourself but nonetheless he grabbed your hips and set you softly into the tub.

“Dont you want to get clean too?” You asked and pulled lightly on the bottom of his tie. He smirked at your request and pecked your cheek. “Let me go get clothes for us to change into and ill be right back.” When he walked out you couldn’t help but notice his hard on. God he was so hot.

You knew you had some time. Whats the harm in just touching yourself a little? You fingers slowly trailed down to your clit and you slowly rubbed circles on the sensitive nub, letting your head fall back and small moans pour out from your mouth. “Having fun without me?” Mark asked with his clothes off and standing in the doorway, his hard dick on display. Where did this Confidence come from? He came up to the tub and lifted you out now patting you dry and emptying the tub.

“Do you really want this?” He looked you in the eyes as he asked this. “Yes i really want this please” you answered and bit your lip. “We’ll bathe after this then okay?” He didnt give you time to answer as he picked you up and brought you out of the bathroom straight into his room. He placed you gently on top of his bed sheets, luckily there was a thick blanket on top that he had layed out, so now the sheets won’t be dirty.

You pulled him on top of you and trapped him between your legs as you made out with him, lightly sucking and pulling on his lips, with your hand running through his soft disheveled hair. He groaned into your mouth as the tip of his dick brushed against your slick entrance. “Just put it in im wet enough and i really need you i cant wait please please please- OH” you moaned aloud as he followed your requests. His thick dick now stretching out your tiny pussy. 

“Fuck baby your so tight for me, damn you feel so good. Does it feel good for you baby?” He whimpered into the crook of your neck as he pushed your thighs apart farther, his hips now pressed tightly against yours. “It- um.. mmh” you already couldn’t form a sentence...

He chuckled and put his hand under your head, now holding you even closer. “Fuck.. m- mm move please” you whimpered. You were so sensitive and felt so full with him pressing against your cervix. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, which made you gasp and clench even more, making it hard for him to move. “Loosen up for me hm? Let me fuck you properly. Show you how its done baby” you followed his orders and let him keep hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you. “A- ah keep going” you let out gasps and moans as he was now pounding into you. Mark was breathing heavily as he sucked marks onto your pretty delicate skin.

He snaked a hand down to rub on the nub you were playing with earlier. “Feel good?” He questioned and got a moan in response. He knew you were close by how you started to clench uncontrollably. “Im gonna cum shit im going to-“ you stopped your rant when he went even harder than before, you could feel him in your stomach. “I know baby. Cum. Cum all over me and make a mess. I got you.”

“FU-“ your orgasm was so hard that you went silent as your eyes rolled back, nails leaving streaks on his back. “Fuck y/n im cumming” he came inside of you with long hot ropes shooting into the deepest parts of your body, filling you up to the brim with warmth. You both came down together... only mark came down actually. “You’re okay princess. You did so good. Come back down to me, im waiting” mark whispered to you as he pulled out of you slowly, watching a white mess come gushing out of you. “Mmhm i did good?” You asked with a whimper while holding onto your stomach, feeling full. “Yes princess, so so good for me. Im going to bathe you and change you now okay? You can sleep, i know you’re tired.” After hearing his words you fell into a deep sleep knowing that he would take care of you.

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You woke up with the feeling of being wrapped in warmth. You groaned as you turned around in marks hold, now facing his angelic sleeping face...’ he looks so at peace’ you thought. You also noticed that he dressed you in an oversized sweatshirt of his and gave you a pair of his boxers to wear. He really did clean and take care of you last night huh...his grip tightened around you and you left a soft kiss to his lips as you fell back into your slumber with a smile, knowing that you were definitely going to spend your life with this man.

#mark smut #mark lee smut #mark #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #nct #nct smut #nct dream angst #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #nct dream smut #mark angst #nct angst #mark fluff #nct x reader #nct scenarios #kpop smut #kpop angst #mark lee angst #mark lee fluff #superm smut #superm fluff #superm angst #mark lee #lee mark

[legendofzelda4life]

Cake and Tears

Hello everybody, this was meant to be for yesterday (day seven).

It’s been a whole week. I hope you guys have enjoyed and will continue to.

Anyway this is a Blue/Red fluff (obvi platonic) I haven’t read the whole Four Swords manga but I have this feeling that Blue would be protective of Red.

Let’s go.

Also TW: mentions of r*pe (ik im an asshole for this plot)

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“I swear to Din Vio, shut the fuck up.” Blue said to the calmest of the four versions of Link.

“Why should I? You suck at this.” Vio spoke, watching Blue. “I will not hesitate to kill you, V.”

Blue was holding the knife he was using to cut, yet another, failed attempt of a cake, to Vio’s chest.

“If Vio dies, we all die.” Green said from his seat on the bench.

“Works for me, means I won’t have to see you guys everyday.” Blue looked towards the green clad hero. “And will you please... get the fuck off my bench.” He shoved Green off the bench as he spoke. “You’re an idiot-” 

Vio was cut off by Blue putting the knife back to his chest.

“Fine, kill me, but don’t come crying when you never get to see Red again.” Vio said. Blue’s eyes widened and the knife clattered to the ground. He then crossed his arms with a huff. “I wouldn’t care.” He said.

Lie.

“We know you like Red the most out of the three of us.” Vio said.

“Tch. I do not.”

Lie.

“Oh so you hate him then?” “Yes Vio, I despise him with every part of my being.” Blue laced his words with sarcasm.

“Mhm… turn around.” Vio said with a smirk, causing Blue to turn wearily, scared that Red was there. Instead, he was met with Green holding a perfectly made cake.

“Man! Fuck you for being able to cook.” Blue said with a laugh, taking the cake as it was shoved into his hands. “Yeah, yeah. Now go cheer up Red.” Green said.

“Do I have to?” He whined. If he was being completely honest, which he hated doing by the way, he’d tell them he loved making Red happy.

But that would ruin his reputation.

“YES!!!” Woah, a response from both of them.

Scary.

“Why?” He asked.

“You’re the only one that can cheer up Red when he’s like this.” Vio said, shoving a drink into Blue’s arms before pushing him out the kitchen.

Blue walked down the hall towards Red’s room, beginning to ponder. If he loves Red’s personality, is this self love? Or friendship? Blue ran out of time to think as he arrived in front of Red’s door.

“Red?” He called for the hero.

“Mmmmmmm.” Red groaned from inside the room. No, not one of those groans, you perverts. It was the ‘bitch-I-just-woke-up-fuck-you-want?’ groans.

“Can I come in?” “Yeah.” Red’s voice was hoarse. How much had he been crying?

Blue opened the door and walked in. Red was on his stomach but was facing the door.

“I brought cake?” Blue was so weary, the statement sounded more like a question. “Put it down and get out.” Red rolled over.

“Wow okay, I understand I was pulling Green’s voice but I really thought the tunic would give it away.” Blue said. Upon hearing his voice, Red sat up. “Cuddles?” He asked, reaching his arms out. Blue chuckled. It was quite adorable when Red was like this. He had always acted younger than the other three heroes but it was cute sometimes.

“Of course.”

Red excitedly moved over and patted a spot on the bed, where Blue layed with a chuckle. Red immediately cuddled into Blue, wrapping his arms around the others waist. “Wanna talk about it?” Blue asked. Red shook his head.

“I just want cuddles. Just let me stay like this for a while. Blue nodded silently before hugging Red back. They must’ve sat there for hours, even laying down at one point.

Suddenly Red shot up, looking around frantically, before pulling his knees to his chest and crying.

“Red?” Blue asked, reaching out for the other hero. He flinched slightly. “Sorry, sorry. It’s fine. I shouldn’t be crying. Go back to sleep” Red rubbed his face with one hand, removing his tears as he layed back down. What caused this? How often did it happen?

Was it every night?

Blue didn’t know. But what he did know was that, if Red putting his face into Blue’s chest and hugging him was anything to go off, he was really upset.

“What happened?” Blue himself didn’t even know what he was asking about. Was it about why Red was sad? Or was it about the dream?

“What?” Red asked. (this is where it reloaded the first time)

“What made you upset?” Blue asked, rubbing circles on the red-clad hero’s back. Red tensed up and Blue could basically feel the boy’s blood run cold. “You don’t have to tell me.” He blurted out quickly. “No, it’s okay.” Red took a deep breath in. “Remember that guy I was dating?” Blue nodded in response. He didn’t know too much about the guy, except the moment everyone layed eyes on him…

Blue and Vio did not like him.

Well, in Blue’s case, that’s underestimating it.

Blue hated - absolutely despised - the guy Red was with.

Vio thought it would have bad consequences once they go back together as Link but Blue just hated him. (i cant think of what to name him lmao)

“H-he- he…” Red’s voice became small. “He... did stuff to me Blue.” His voice rose back to it’s normal tone after this. “I didn’t want it. But afterwards, he left without a word.” Red broke down again. 

Red was…

No, Blue didn’t want to believe it…

He couldn’t believe it…

How did Blue let this happen to one of his counterparts?

Let alone his favourite?

At this point, Blue had no doubt he was radiating heat considering how much that made his blood boil. He didn’t say anything, scared he would upset Red further, and just let the other boy cry into his chest.

“You wanna talk to Green or Vio?” Blue asked. Red shook his head. “They’ll be mad at me. I knew you and Vio didn’t like him but this? This would disappoint Green too.” Red hugged Blue tighter. “How did I let this happen, Blue? It’s my fault isn’t it? I never wanted it so he just did it...” Red trailed off, eyes full of terror as he recounted whatever events may have occurred.

Seeing that look on his face caused Blue to snap.

“None of this is your fault! He was an asshole that took advantage of you and I’m about this close to beating the absolute shit out of him!” Blue roared, jumping to his feet. “Your fingers are touching…” Red said, realization dawning upon him. “Exactly.” “Blue, no.” The boy wanted to argue but if Red said no, Red means no.

And unlike someone… Blue respected that.

“Okay.” He sat back on the bed, Red sitting next to him.

“What about the dream?” Blue asked. Red became extremely quiet. Blue turned to see the boy with tears running down his face, huddling further into Blue’s side. “You don’t have to-”

“Promise you won’t ever leave, Blue. Promise me!” Blue was surprised by Red’s words. Was the dream really that bad? “I promise I won’t leave you.” He said, looking the other hero in the eyes. “Good.”

Red fell asleep soon after but Blue couldn’t even close his eyes.

Blue had a plan but wanted to wait for Red to be okay with it first

Green walked in the room slowly.

“How is he?” He signed, wanting to be quiet. Blue put his hand sideways and made an ‘eh’ motion. Green just nodded slightly before walking back out.

A few days later

“You still wanna beat the shit outta him?” Red asked. The boy’s mood had brightened little by little over the past few days. He had decided to tell Vio and Green, with Blue’s help of course.

“Yes, but I wanna be the only one.” He looked to Green and Vio who didn’t object. Was his protectiveness of Red really that obvious? Probably. Did he care? No.

Blue stormed into the guy’s house.

“Oh hey Blue, where’s your brother?” Blue had actually forgotten they introduced themselves as siblings. “Not here.” Blue snarled. “Oh what a shame, it’s so cute when he begs for me to stop. Y’know-”

Yeah, Blue just punched this guy in the face.

“Stop. Fucking. Saying. Shit. About. Red. You. Fucking. Asshole.” With each word, there was a punch. Blue was holding the boy by the collar and was relentlessly bashing his face in. He then threw the guy at a wall, a sickening crack emitting from his, already broken, nose.

Blue then got on the ground next to him and kept throwing hits.

“You fucking piece of shit! What the fuck gave you the right to do that to Red, huh?!?!” He was fired up. Given, the guy probably couldn’t respond, but Blue was venting.

He was continuously punching the guy over and over, rebreaking already broken bones from the first few hits. The guy ended up with a shattered cheekbone, the other one also broken, an unhinged jaw, a broken nose, a black eye in the first stages of forming, a few missing teeth, and, no doubt, more than two broken ribs.

Blue dropped him to the floor.

“Fuck you.” He seethed through his teeth before walking out.

Let’s just say, nobody asked why Blue was covered in blood that, obviously, wasn’t his.

END

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This was a rollercoaster of emotions for me to write lol. I’m sorry if this triggered anyone in anyway. 

I hope you guys at least enjoyed Blue beating the shit out of the fuckboy lmao.

LEAVE REQUESTS BELOW!

REQUESTS MUST INCLUDE: PAIRING TYPE/GENRE/CATEGORY (fluff, angst, etc) PLATONIC OR NOT

I WILL WRITE ONLY ABOUT THE LINKS (including the ravio, shadow, and requested characters. Will not write about whole other fandoms though)

I CAN DO READER INSERTS IF REQUESTED (no oc’s tho)

#tw #r*pe mention #four swords #blue link #red link #vio link #green link

[gordvendomewhore]

BULLY OC MEME [CHRIS KATO]

hey!! so i meant to post this uh. MONTHS ago, but...later is better than never LMAOO

if you’ve been following me for awhile, you might’ve heard me mention chris and hollis before!! they are my ocs, and they’re actually from an original story of mine lmao they weren’t made for bully.

this is chris’s template!! hollis’s will be posted right after this!!

also fair warning im not,,, japanese so her japanese dialogue might not be 100% accurate and maybe even cringey but im basing all my info on google translate (ew i know), japanese websites, my friend who speaks the language, and my own experiences with mixing foreign languages into english lmao.

anyway, have fun reading this if you do!! and feel free to ask any questions you might have about chris uwu (photos of her are at the end!!)

[INFO]

Name: Christine Konami Kato (加藤 琥波 Kato Konami)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Clique: Non-cliques, but on good terms with the greasers

Personality: Blunt, indifferent, critical, philosophical.

Weapon/fighting style of choice:

- Chris can hold herself in a physical fight, but not well enough to actually win without any major injury (unless it’s against the Nerds, Bullies, or Non-Cliques).

- However, she is incredibly fast and has insanely accurate aim, which fuels her preference for projectile weapons.

- In fights, Chris will run away from her opponent and turn back to throw whatever weapon she has at them; It gives her the advantage of distance.

- Chris doesn’t really care about beating someone else up to the point of them passing out, she just wants to cause chaos and escape without a busted lip.

- While she’ll use any projectile weapon, Chris prefers firecrackers. She’ll also occasionally use marbles.

[DIALOGUE]

Greetings:

- Hey, Hopkins.

- What’s up?

- Nice seeing you around, Jimmy.

Saying Goodbye:

- I gotta go. My girl’s waiting for me.

- Hate to cut the conversation short, but there’s better things I have to do.

- Someone’s calling my name. See you later.

Chasing:

- Idiot, you really think you can outrun me?

- My parents had to run all the way to Japan to escape me, Hopkins!

- Can’t you run any faster? You’re making this too easy, Hopkins!

Out of Breath:

- God...maybe...I should cut back on the cigarettes...

- ちくしょう。。。(Damn it...)

- ...Whatever. There’s better things to do.

Walking around talking to themselves:

- I miss Japan.

- Can’t wait to see this place go down in flames. Metaphorically and literally.

- 彼女はとても可愛い。。。(She’s so cute...)

- Gotta check up on Hollis later.

- I miss おばあちゃん。(I miss grandma.)

- Don’t the jocks have better things to do than hunt me down?

- Do I have my lighter?

- Everyone in this 不浄な地 thinks they’re so great. (Everyone in this shithole thinks they’re so great.) (Note: the direct translation of 不浄な地 is “unclean land.”)

Conversing:

- You hear about Gary’s new pet? Now he has another weasel to go along with that runt, Kowalski.

- I hear Johnny Vincent’s having trouble keeping his relationship together. And his mental stability, but everyone already knows that.

- Ever light a car on fire?

- You hear about Gary’s big, bad plan?

- I’m not an arsonist! It’s not like I burnt down my entire middle school!

- Word on the street says Peanut has it real bad for the boss. Seems like every second in command does.

Conversation Response:

- I hope not.

- You did what?

- Yeah, no.

- Sure.

- Karma’s coming your way.

- Sure, doesn’t sound too bad.

- Mhm, yeah.

Complaining:

- I wish that Northwick kid would stop bothering me.

- Johnny’s just pissed because my girl actually wants me.

- I love Hollis, but I cannot stand another four hours of posing for one of her paintings.

- They couldn’t just take me back with them. They just had to send me to this hellhole.

- God, I need another cigarette.

- The greasers are so clingy.

Unknown/Cut Dialogue:

- Yeah, yeah, my girlfriend will pay you.

- くたばれ！(Fuck off!)

- ...Naked twister?

- Maybe the tooth fairy will give you a few dollars for the teeth I knock out.

- Who knew I’d be coming to you for help, huh?

- Don’t...drink hand soap? I feel like I shouldn’t have to tell you this.

Starting fight with Cliques:

[Bullies]

- Don’t make this any harder for yourself.

- Let’s make this quick, yeah?

- Your mom hit me harder in bed last night!

- Don’t you think you’d look so much cooler in a neck brace?

- ああ, 黙れ. (Oh, just shut up.)

[Preps]

- Pretend I’m daddy’s black card and run faster!

- Let’s see if your blood’s actually blue.

- Inbred freak!

- Boxing rules don’t apply when you can’t even touch me! [Laughs]

- 青鬼! (Blue demon!)

[Greasers]

- Come on, we smoke together, I’m basically one of you!

- I hope your hair products aren’t flammable.

- Is this because I don’t slick my hair back?

- Is this because I don’t wear a leather jacket?

- くたばれ! (Drop dead!)

[Nerds]

- I’ll let you take your glasses off before I break your face.

- You don’t want a repeat of Alexandria, do you?

- Roll that D20; It’ll decide how many of your bones I’m gonna break.

- 弱虫! (Wimp!)

- Maybe you should start taking that saying, “Hit the books,” more literally.

[Jocks]

- You can’t break my spine if you can’t catch me!

- ‘Roid rage alert!

- Work on your cardio, 下衆野郎! (Asshole!)

- You’re supposed to avoid the firecracker, not catch it with your face.

- とんちき！(Meathead!)

[Townies]

- Save your bitching for someone who cares.

- We’re both poor! Shouldn’t there be some form of solidarity?

- ばかげた! (Flunky!)

- Hit me if you can!

- Chase after the preps instead! They can get you free healthcare if you beat it out of them!

Requesting an errand:

- Hey, Jimmy, got a second to spare?

- You owe me, Hopkins. You know that saying, an eye for an eye.

- I have a favor to cash in. Uh-uh-uh, don’t try backing out of this.

Friendly Comments:

- Woah, you look half-decent for once, Hopkins.

- Maybe you can finally get a girlfriend now.

- New wardrobe, huh? Doesn’t look too bad.

- You finally fixed your looks! Now you just gotta fix your personality.

Unfriendly Comments:

- You make me want to light myself on fire.

- It’s cute seeing you follow in your mom’s footsteps, やりまん. (Slut.)

- Don’t even try making eye contact with me.

- [Loud Snickering] Oh, sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you! [Sarcasm]

[EXTRA]

Demanding flowers:

- Come on, you gotta prove you’re worth my time.

- You got something special for me, don’t you, Hopkins?

- Don’t you think it’s time you pay me back for my kindness?

- A little something would be nice...

After receiving flowers:

- Thanks, my girlfriend loves flowers.

- Such a gentleman, James. Too bad I’ve never had a thing for men.

- ...Are these from the Girl’s Dorm?

- It’ll be fun to burn these, thank you.

Before kissing:

(No matter what, Jimmy can’t actually kiss Chris)

- [Bad Japanese Accent] Uh, sorry, no English.

- I’d like to avoid getting cooties if possible, thanks.

- I got a girlfriend, Hopkins.

- Sorry, I’m allergic to boys.

@video-space this is 4 you....

#christine kato #my girl...i love her so much #original character #oc #bully oc #canis canem edit #bully canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition #cce #mine

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My Reaction to GoT 8.03 (”The Long Night”)

Hello! I’m back for another recap/review! 

I’m so sorry this took so long, but I was a bit… uninspired. But it’s here now, and I hope you enjoy! 

Once again, featuring running commentary from my Dad and Brother because I love them and their witty remarks. (all thoughts and quotes are from our first time viewing it, per usual)

WARNING: Spoilers for anyone who hasn’t seen the episode yet, though this warning might be irrelevant at this point.

WARNING 2: My family and I (namely me) weren’t really fans of this episode, so things get… pretty snarky at some points. Also, there’s a lot of shade - no pun intended - thrown at the lighting throughout. A lot. All these are just the opinions of three people, however, and not meant to offend anyone. If you enjoyed the episode, then lucky you more power to you - you do you! :)

And last, but certainly not least, a huge thank you to everyone who supported the first two installments! Now, time for part three!

So… the new opening credits still haven’t grown on me. But the inclusion of the crypt for this episode is a nice touch

(I have a sinking feeling that taking refuge in the crypts is going to backfire for those hiding there and really hope I’m wrong)

Yay! Sam! Please don’t die on me. Please…

Pre-battle preparation montages always puts me on edge. Now is no exception

Another Alys Karstark shot and I’m still not sure why the crew keeps including them…

“So, the showrunners keep giving us glimpses of Alys Karstark, but do they actually plan on doing anything with her, or…?” - My Wonderful Brother; so I guess I’m not the only one curious

“With D&D at the reigns, she could be there for anything from the kidnap theory to a faceless man revival.” - My Wonderful Dad

“True. Let’s hope they get their story right right tonight, though.” - My Wonderful Brother

“I don’t see how they couldn’t. They already have all the pieces in place. All they need to do is not try anything random.” - My Wonderful Dad

Awwww. My children! D&D, don’t you dare kill off Jaime, Brienne, or Pod. I will find you if you do!!! And no CGI dragons will be able to save you!

(I’m super worried about Pod. He’s right up there at the top of my list with Theon and Grey Worm. And possibly Jorah, but I’m 50/50 with him)

(Maybe 60/40; if Dark!Dany’s a possibility, she needs to suffer a huge loss in this battle. And considering Jorah’s her morality pet/conscience, he would fit the bill)

(basically if Jorah dies this episode, then my confidence in the show going the Dark!Dany route rises)

Tormund! I’m guessing you’ll live. The writers need some fan favorite B characters to make it through the night…

Ooh, Beric. Yeah… you’re probably not one of them… 

And the Hound will be needed for Cleganebowl, so he’s safe. No way they’re writing off the guy with all the hype surrounding him and his bro’s one-on-one

Actually, he’s one of the few people I’m absolutely sure will live past this episode

Gendry… 50/50 on you, too, sadly. I hope you make it, though

Darn it, knowing I’m never going to see some of these characters again is making me emotional. And it’s not even ten minutes into the episode!!!

Awwww. Poor Edd. You’re definitely a goner, since you essentially doomed yourself last week

Aaaaaaaand now I”m tearing up. Darn it!!! It’s too early to cry!

My new mantra: Please let Sam live

Wow, that shot is… dark. I wouldn’t have known those were horses if not for the whinnying 

GHOST!!! Are we going to see him fight this episode? Because Im so here for it!

My wonderful Dad and Brother are just as pumped to see him as I am. Bless them

“But, seriously, why is Ghost with Jorah and the Dothraki and not with the Northerners in the crypts? Wouldn’t that be more practical” - My Wonderful Brother; taking time from his celebration to ask the tough questions

And here’s Dany to ruin my mood. Absolutely spectacular

“So, do you think she’ll abandon Jon and co during the battle?” - My Wonderful Dad

“Nope, she still wants the North to see her as their hero. It’s more likely she’ll rush in at some point and ruin the plan.” - My Wonderful Brother

Sansa!!! Arya!!!

Hey, remember when Dany stans said that Sansa’s S8 hairstyle was based on their kween’s? Good times, good times

Oooooh. A rider in the night? But who? The gang’s all here, except for Cersei and Euron

Is it Bronn? Kind of bad timing if it is…

No, wait, Carice von Houten was in the credits. It’s Melisandre, isn’t it?

They’re zooming in on Davos, it must be…

Yep. 

“So, let’s none of us question why she’s here or how she got around the undead army marching on the North. Deal?” - My Wonderful Dad

“Deal.” - My Wonderful Brother and Less Wonderful I

And, once again, everything’s super dark, even for this show. Is it supposed to be intentional, or…?

I love how Jorah’s like: “I don’t know who the heck you are or what you want or why you’re here, but sure I’ll do what you ask, weird pretty red lady” 

FINALLY!!! LIGHT!!! Thank you, Melisandre! 

I’ll admit, that was a beautiful shot

I have a real affinity for how Liam Cunningham portrays an angry Davos. I’m not really sure why, but I do

Okay, so Melisandre’s going to die before the dawn. Why do I feel somewhat emotional about it?

(I’m still not over Shireen, so I really have no clue)

Ooooh, that look shared between Melisandre or Arya. Is Arya going to kill her? Maybe because of what happened to Gendry?

Ummmmmm…. Dothraki. What are you doing?

Seriously, what are you guys doing?

Don’t tell me these knuckleheads are actually charging at an enemy they can’t even see…

Oh, shoot. That’s exactly what they’re doing.

………… and now were’s firing the catapults. Umm, hello, don’t we kind of need our supplies for later?! What are you dimwits doing?!?!

No, really, this is idiotic. Why are they lighting things up and charging all gleefully like it’s a 4th of July cookout?!?!

“No, Ghost. Turn around. You’re too smart for this.” - My Wonderful Dad

Well lookie there. The Dothraki charged right into the army of the dead. Who could’ve possibly predicted that? *sarcasm, sarcasm*

“And just like that, the Night King’s added tens of thousands more soldiers to his army. Everyone say “thank you, Dany” for bringing your men who apparently have zero impulse control.” - My Wonderful Brother

“So this is why God didn’t give cavemen fire.” - My Wonderful Dad

You just know that Jaime’s watching this display thinking “why did my men have such a hard time fighting those guys again?”

Aaaaaand the screen’s nearly pitch black again. Dandy 

Oh, look, slow-mo Jorah. At least I think it is. It’s kind of hard to tell…

Ugh. Dany. I’m not in the mood for you

Wow, astounding. She’s not going to stick to the plan. I’m sure this will work out just fine

“Told ya’.” - My Wonderful Brother

Nothing screams true love quite like yanking your arm out of your boyfriend’s grasp and snapping at him. 

(Anyone else ever get CerseixJaime vibes from these two? And I’m not just talking about the incest…)

Grey Worm putting on his helmet is somehow one of the best parts in this episode so far. And I don’t think that’s a good thing

But still, it’s too early to judge, so I’ll shut up

Why hello, Army of the Dead. How was that 4th of July cookout the Dothraki ran into?

And now it’s time for my favorite game - count the fallen red shirts! Let’s see… 1, 2, oh, there’s a third…

And there’s one red shirt who just realized his name’s never been said on the show and booked. I respect his genre-savyness

Meanwhile, back with the important characters…

No!!! Brienne!!! No!!!

Jaime’s “wench sense” prevails again. That’s my boy

Dany’s “ruin-my-mood sense” is also as strong as ever, apparently

Well, at least the dragonfire shone some light on things

Sansa looking awed at Jon on a dragon is so far one of the best shots in the episode

I will forever hate Jonerys, but Ramin Djawadi always knocks it out of the park with his score - even with their theme.

I wonder if he’ll have anything new to present for this episode…

Jon’s gotten a lot better at riding Rhaegal. That could be very useful in upcoming conflicts… *grins wickedly*

Lovely, now Jon’s stuck in a snowstorm. *sighs* Really, I give him one compliment… 

“I just hope that Dany remembers she has to light the trench and doesn’t follow him in.” - My Wonderful Dad

“You’re asking for way too much, Daddy.” - My Wonderful Brother

Aw, Sansa. I’m so proud of you. And this is why I love the Starks - no matter the dangers they face, they’re loyal to their people first and foremost

… Arya, no offense, but your sister’s not much of a fighter. Don’t you think you should give her more than just one tiny dragonglass blade? 

Ah, callbacks. But, seriously, give Sansa another weapon 

Seeing Jaime, Brienne, and Pod together in any capacity gives me all the feels. All of them. Even when they’re fighting literal zombies

And now Dany’s also lost in the snowstorm. Well, on the bright side, at least she didn’t fly directly into it

Theon!……… yeah, you’re a dead man. I’ll sincerely miss you

And we’re back to the battle. That was… interesting editing

16 red shirts… 17 red shirts… 18 red shirts… 

So it’s twenty minutes in and no named characters have died yet. I’m surprised…

And there goes Edd. *cries* Why did I think I was safe?!?! Why?!?!?!?!?!

So that’s one death I guessed. I wonder who else…

Okay, is it even possible for Sophie Turner to look anything but beautiful? I mean, even with this episode’s lighting…

I forgot Tyrion was alive Oops

Still have a sinking suspicion the crypts are going to be overrun with wights…

I honestly admire how calm Tyrion is. If my brother was out fighting an army of undead popsicles, you could bet I would be anything but

Jon and Dany bumping into eachother on dragonback is really making me smile. Even though I know it wasn’t intentional this time

If Jorah doesn’t die, Lyanna Mormont will. I’m calling it now

Grey Worm is so far the MVP of this battle. Now I’m really worried about his survival odds…

Soooooooo… are the dragons just going to be lost in this snowstorm the entire episodes? I mean, they have to play a bigger part than that, right?

(if they don’t then Jon really went through some serious guff for nothing)

Jon calling Dany by her nickname again despite knowing she doesn’t like it gives me life. So what if I’m petty?

And back with Theon and Bran after… nothing really happened

“Is it just me, or does the editing this episode feel a little… off?” - My Wonderful Brother

“Not just you. It has been so far. Strange, considering that’s usually one of D&D’s strong points.” - My Wonderful Dad

Aaaaaaand back to the battle after nothing really happened

“….. really?” - My Wonderful Brother

Brienne checking on Pod is what I live for. Honestly, I’m so far more interested in my J-B-P Family Trio than the actual battle 

(Though I don’t think I’m supposed to be)

And the lighting is pitch black again. Huzzah

Unsullied don’t feel fear, huh? Welp, Grey Worm’s quickly realizing that most Unsullied don’t usually fight dead men

Really, though, this scene is on-point. Kudos to everyone involved

And now Dany can’t see the signal to light the trench. Yippee…

“YOU HAD ONE JOB, DAENERYS!!! ONE!!!” - My Wonderful Dad

On another note, I think I finally figured out why Melisandre conveniently strolled back into the picture when she did

 And there we go

You know, everything has played out so predictably thus far that I feel like D&D are going to pull a huge, random move at some point

One that likely won’t make any sense, knowing them

Oh, I hope that’s not the case

Alright, that shot when Melisandre finally light up the trench is beautiful. I must admit

…………………………………………………………………………. wait, so Jon was just chilling right next to the trench when he could’ve lit it up this whole time?!?!?!?!

Ugh. So far he’s been utterly useless this battle. I mean, I love the guy, but really?

Please tell me they’re just saving his potential for when he fights the Night King. Or, even better, fights him so Bran can take him down

(D&D wouldn’t honestly butcher my boy like this without a reason, right?)

Oh, great. I forgot the Hound has PTSD when it comes to fire. This should be interesting. With any luck, he’ll overcome his fear this episode

Back in the crypts which are still somehow safe

And it’s times like these, when Tyrion touts his own greatness, that I remember he’s much more like Tywin than I’d care to acknowledge

Yes, Tyrion. You would make all the difference out there in the battle. When not even your swordsman brother should, logically-speaking, be near it, given his one hand situation. But, sure. You keep on thinking that. 

Sansa laying some truth down. I stan 

I really do enjoy her and Tyrion’s chemistry. And it’s actually nice to take a bit of a break from the battle

Oh, look at that. Sansa and Dany aren’t besties after their talk last episode after all. Odd, I could’ve sworn some stans said they were

One of which was, apparently, Missandei

Gee, I love you, Missandei, but that comment was totally uncalled for. They weren’t even talking to you

“And maybe if it weren’t for the dragon queen, the wall would still be standing and the dead wouldn’t even be here.” - My Wonderful Brother

“The girl didn’t even light the trench. Which was, again, her one job!” - My Wonderful Dad

*sighs* I really hate brainwashed Missandei. But I’m sure Dany’s stans will find a woman of color being blindly devoted to a white woman totally empowering

(And, before anyone bashes me, I’m speaking as someone who’s got the blood of all walks of minorities in my veins) 

Ad back to Theon and Bran. Are they actually going to do something this time?

Oh, they are! 

So, Bran’s “home” quote was said to Theon. Odd, and here I thought he was supposed to have said it to Dany… oh, well

Ooooh, warging Bran. With any luck, he’ll warg into a dragon at some point in this episode

I don’t even care anymore, just let the poor guy be useful in this battle somehow

So… when the army of animated corpses have better battle plans than your armies, exactly how screwed are you?

Jorah ushering Sam to the walls is actually really heartwarming

As is surrogate dad Jaime checking on his adopted son Pod en route to their battle stations

…… Jon has been sitting on the walls of Winterfell for who knows how long doing absolutely zilch. Not burning wights, not guarding Bran, not even brooding. And I’m ticked about it

What the heck, D&D? I thought you loved CGI dragon stuff

Well, finally. Yes, go fight the head popsicle, even if you don’t kill him. Go, my boy, and redeem yourself

The J-B-P Family Trio dynamic is my favorite thing in this episode thus far. Fight me 

And Sam and Jorah. I want a spin-off named “Mormont and Tarly” with these two just hanging out

So, it’s almost halfway through the episode and only Edd has died out of the named characters. I have a feeling things are about to get bloody

Well, there goes another red shirt. What was I up to? 42?

No no no no no no no no. Bad wights. Not Jaime. Get off my problematic child! Get off him, darn you!!!

Brienne has “Kingslayer sense” confirmed

Who needs plot armor when you have your totally platonic not girlfriend watching your back? 

My children fighting together… *tears up* I’m so proud…

And who needs plot armor when you have your totally platonic not boyfriend watching your back?

Jorah saving Sam with Heartsbane is all kinds of right. That is all

And the Hound is not making any sort of progress with his PTSD. I’m rooting for you, Sandor

Aaaaaaaaaaand…. I’m really tired of ninja!Arya already. I’m sorry. Unpopular opinion, I know, but it seems like the show’s going out of their way waaaay too much recently to make her seem all BAMF. I don’t know, call it personal preference, but I like it when there’s some vulnerability to a fighter

And maybe that hit to the head will take her down a peg. Knowing D&D, though… not likely

Oh, boy. The Hound’s really got it bad. I feel for him….

The fact he cares so much about Arya takes me back to S4, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Ah, the great seasons…

My wonderful Dad and Brother have taken to trying to adjust the brightness on our tv…to  limited success. And this isn’t even the darkest the episode’s been…

Okay, I got over Lyanna Mormont in S7, but I have to say, she got the coolest death ever in the show by far. And I’m glad

Also, another predicted death. Makes me wonder about Jorah’s fate now…

So… the dragons above the clouds is a pretty shot and all, but are Jon and Dany just playing hide&seek with the Night King at this point, or…?

Oh, there’s the head popsicle!

(oh, if only fire could burn the unburnt…)

(speaking of which, how does Wightserion manage to breathe fire if he’s a wight and fire kind of kills them all over again? I’ve been wondering…)

“And after less than a minute of the dragons looking like they’d actually do something, we’ve now transitioned in to a game of tag, you’re it.” - My Wonderful Brother, getting fully annoyed with this episode

“At this point you could put Little Sam out in the field and he’d do more than the dragons.” - My Wonderful Dad, getting fully annoyed with this episode

And now Arya’s playing hide&seek with the wights. What is this, buy none get three day?

So… this scene is going to contribute something other than more bad lighting, right? Please say it is…

And nothing’s really happening…

And nothing…

Nothing….

Okay, so I have a feeling this is supposed to come off as a horror movie kind of thing, but it reads more like Tom&Jerry, imo

Wights have better hearing than me. I’m a little jealous

*shudders* Alright, the way that wight re-died (coining that term as of now) when Arya stabbed it was really gross. I tip my hat to the special effects and make-up team

Arya’s running like mad. And I’m happy she seems human again

(On another note, all this focus on Arya is really making me wonder what D&D are planning on doing with her. I can guess it’s something important…)

Too dark to see too dark to see too dark to see too dark to see…

I’m still surprised the crypts are safe. Maybe I’m wrong and they won’t be taken over by the dead after all

“This episode needs more Sansa. I said what I said.” - My Wonderful Brother

The Hound and Beric’s buddy cop adventures continue

Sweet move, Beric. We should enter you in javelin-throwing

Arya fighting just fine with a head wound. Even though I’m pretty sure she must have a concussion. Oh, what the heck, it’s a fantasy show

Beric sacrificing himself for Arya and the Hound in an honestly brilliant scene… that I could hardly see… -_-*

Beric dying to protect them also means that I was probably right before when I said Arya’s going to play an important role in this fight. Or the Hound

But my money’s on Arya. They’ll want a girl power shield in case their plans fall through

Really, the lighting on this episode looks like the contrast effect I add to my Sony Vegas-made AMVs before filtering the colors

So… Melisandre’s alone in this room surrounded by a bunch of doubly dead wights. Did she kill them all herself? Did she flambe them? I would really like to know

And blue eyes. Wait… no.

“They’re going to have Arya kill the Night King. That’s their big twist” - My Wonderful Brother

“But that wouldn’t make any sense. I mean, what about Bran? Doesn’t his whole story revolve around taking down the Night King?Didn’t Uncle Benjen say in no uncertain terms that without Bran they lose everything?” - Me

“Yep. But it’s still going to be Arya.” - My Wonderful Brother

“But what about Jon?! Doesn’t 90% of his arc center around facing this guy, too?! What about their stare down in “Hardhome”?” - Me

“Maybe Jon gets a crack at him, but it’s going to be Arya who finishes him off.” - My Wonderful Brother

“They wouldn’t!” - Me

“Remember Joffrey’s funeral  scene in “Breaker of Chains” and how they changed it?” - My Wonderful Dad

“……… oh, no. They would.” -Me

And now I’m worried

I mean, I love Arya, I really do. And I love girls being great. But something like that would just feel so… out-of-the-blue

Please don’t let that be the case

(But then again, my wonderful Brother’s always right)

Theon and the red shirts going to war and I can’t even try to appreciate it

Oh, well, I couldn’t see much of it anyway

And there goes Rhaegal and Wightserion fighting in the sky. And I can’t even see what’s happening. Wondrous

*squinting*

No! Not the cloak Sansa made for Jon! Bad dragon, bad!

*more squinting*

… did Drogon just bite Rhaegal? It looks like it. But I won’t jump to any conclusions just yet because I CAN’T FRICKING SEE!!! 

Jon has to be hurt after that fall. There’s no way he only got a few scrapes

Then again, the damage to his body is probably far less than the damage my eyes have taken straining to see the screen

And back to the battle. Time to see if anyone I love is still alive…

*even more squinting*

Ya’ know what, I can’t tell

Oh, great. Dany and the Night King. Well, let’s see if she’s going to kill him and become the heiress of a million more prophecies

Bet you ten bucks she’s going to smile when she burns him

And knock knock I’m here to collect my money

Well, Jon’s staggering around like he’s hurt, at least. That’s good enough for me (at least someone seems to be affected by bodily wear-and-tear)

And the Night King’s not burnt. Oh, this is great!!!

AND THAT SMIRK!!! I CAN’T!!! *falls off chair laughing* 

“Can we stan the Starks and the Night King at the same time? Is that even possible?” - My Wonderful Dad

“Well, Dany, your purpose here is done. Time to go back to Meereen.” - My Wonderful Brother

“Excuse me, but what did the people of Meereen ever do to you to have you wish such a thing on them?” - My Wonderful Dad

“Nothing. I just really want Demanding Tourist out of Westeros already.” - My Wonderful Brother 

Yes, head popsicle. Get the dragon brat!!! Yeeeeeeeees!!!!!!

Aw, darn it. He missed

Oooh, Jon running at the Night King. Here we go! One-on-one!!!

Oh, shoot. He’s running towards him as the guy’s reanimating the corpses?! Is he really planning on sacrificing himself?!??!

(you know what, never mind. It’s Jon - we already know the answer is yes)

Okay, sweetie, all you need is a few good jabs and I’ll be happy. Just get a couple hits on this guy and I’ll be satisfied

Immediately has “Satisfied” from Hamilton play in my head and chooses to ignore it

Ummm… Jon. Why are you stopping? The path is still clear? Just run through!

Oh, shoot, everyone that was killed is coming back

Oh, hey, look, Jaime and Brienne are still alive… and they’re probably not going to be in two more minutes so I better enjoy it. Good thing I have both Wench and Kingslayer sense, or I might not have been able to tell it was them in the dark

Now where’s Pod? *activates Squire sense”*

And there’s the crypts not staying safe. I fricking called it and I wish I hadn’t

Don’t you dare touch Gilly or Little Sam or Sansa, wights!!!

On another note… how did the wights manage to punch through solid stone with their skeletal hands?

My boy Theon still stepping up. *sighs*  I’m really going to miss him… and back from a quick cut, Jon squinting at that dragonfire is me right now, after nearly a whole hour of watching an almost fully-black screen

Giving credit where credit is due, Dany just saved my fav. Thanks for that, but don’t get used to it

Ooooooooh Dany stuck in the middle of nowhere without her dragons surrounded by wights… *pulls out White Walker paraphernalia and foam finger* Team Wights forever!

(What? I did say don’t get used to it)

No Jorah! Nooooooo! Why?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

“WE COULD’VE HAD IT ALLLL!!!!” - My Wonderful Brother

Also, kind of hate how the sword belonging to the family Dany burnt alive is now being used to defend her, but who cares what I think, right?

Jon running past Sam is so wrong on so many levels

On another, however, it shows that he prioritizes Bran - his family - above all else. So, maybe I’m giving D&D too much credit here, but if that’s what they were trying to convey, I can see where they’re coming from

This tunnel run is the most fighting Jon’s actually gotten to do in the episode thus far, which is actually pretty dissapointing

Y’know, considering he was all gung-ho about fighting the Army of the Dead and all

Theon , my boy, you make me proud

Also, what is Bran actually doing? Something important, I hope…

Wow. Dany can magically wield a sword. Where did this sudden skill come from, I wonder…

Are Sansa and Tyrion taking refuge behind Ned’s tomb? *heart breaks into a million pieces*

“YES! WE’RE FINALLY GOING TO SEE SANSA IN ACTION!!!” - My Wonderful Dad

*scene cuts away*

“Hey, I said in action, not inactive! I want to see my girl kill some wights!” - My Wonderful Dad

He’s been a full Sansa stan for only a week yet he gets how awesome she is. I’m so proud of him

Oh, great, Wightserion almost killing Jon

Oh, great, wights almost killing my J-B-P Family Trio

WHY DO PIANO SCORES NEVER MEAN ANYTHING GOOD IN THIS SHOW?!?!?!?!

Yet I’m already loving this score. Let’s see just how much of a next level Ramin Djawadi takes it to

No, bad wights! Don’t kill my children!

No! Don’t make Sam cry!

Noooooooooooo! Don’t say thank you, Bran! Now he’s really going to die!

NOOOOOOO! THEON!!!!!!! *cries hysterically*

Jon… just can’t catch an awesome break this episode, can he? Now he’s got to deal with the dragon he already faced again… *sighs*

And yep. Ramin Djawadi outdid himself with this score. And that’s the hill I die on

Jon, sweetie… why are you randomly screaming at a dragon? Did you hit your head when you fell off Rhaegal? Has the stress of obsessing over the undead finally caught up to you? Did Dany finally break you?

Okay, a white walker’s hair has suddenly turned into a Maybelline commercial

And it’s…

Arya. Oh, boy. Here we go…

Aaaaaaaaand… it’s over. Just. Like. That.

We never even got to know anything about him and that’s it

They Snoke’d him

And Bran was utterly useless, to boot

*left eyes strained from too much squinting twitches*

“They really did it…” - mMe

“Called it.” - My Wonderful Brother

“Well… I guess good for Arya. Right?” - My Wonderful Dad

“No. Not good. Not good. I’m glad she got a chance to shine and I don’t even care about her hitting the final blow. I don’t care who hi it, honestly!!! But Jon and Bran were both completely useless?! EVEN BRAN?! ARE YOU  KIDDING ME?!?!?!?! BRAN’S ENTIRE STORYLINE WAS THE NIGHT KING!!! NOW WHAT’S HE ANY GOOD FOR?! TELLING HIS FAMILY THAT JAIME PUSHED HIM OUT A WINDOW?!?! DON’T GIVE ME THAT! I DID NOT SIT THROUGH SEVEN ENTIRE SEASONS OF GAME OF THRONES AND PUT UP WITH SIX OF THEM WATCHING BRAN’S BORING-AS-ALL-HECK VISIONS JUST FOR HIM TO BE PLAYING WARG THE RAVENS THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE EPISODE AND HAVE NO SAY IN TAKING DOWN THE POPSICLE!!!” -  Me, with an unpopular opinion that will get me in so much trouble later

“True. His lack of involvement was… dissapointing.” - My Wonderful Dad

“You know, there’s a way it all could’ve worked. All they had to do was have Bran warg into the Night King to try and keep him at bay to give Arya the chance to finish him off. Show a bit of struggle between all three of them and ultimately have Bran be the deciding factor. Maybe throw in a bit of flashbacks to the guy’s past, while they were at it” - My Wonderful Brother

“Yeah, but that would require making the guy look like a legitimate threat in terms of fighting.” - Me

“Oh, that’s an easy fix. They should’ve let Jon fight the Night King before and get royally owned. That would’ve established him.” - My Wonderful Brother

“Not only that, but it would also heighten the expectation that Jon would make a huge comeback, which would really throw the viewers for a loop when Arya comes to save Bran instead.” - My Wonderful Dad

My family, everyone. Also known as my bright spots in the abysmal world

To be fair, the one thing I like about this is that the knife originally intended to kill Bran eventually saved him. Bravo

Welp, there goes Jorah. My heart is already in pieces, so a few more breaks won’t do anything

*cries anyway*

Guess Dark!Dany is probably coming. At least I hope so. And then we’ll have Bronn fight her or some other nonsensical decision. Who cares anymore?

I can’t bring myself to feel a shred of pity for Dany or an ounce of compassion. Yet even I know Emilia Clarke’s acting in this scene is fantastic

And now at the end of the episode we finally have light. And my eyes actually are having a hard time adjusting to it

So long, Melisandre. I’m surprisingly emotional about this but maybe that’s just because I’m still crying from Jorah

That’s it? Huh. That’s it. Who lived? Who died? Don’t ask me.

I’m going to go work on my AU now. It may suck, but at least I put real effort into it. Maybe I’ll be a screenwriter. It seems to require very little

I’m bitter and ready to be unfollowed

Sorry

#gots8e3spoilers... #anti daenerys #anti jonerys #dark!dany #anti targ restoration #anti targaryen #anti d&d... #anti arya to a extent but not really #just in case i don't want to offend anyone #political!jon musings #unpopular opinions... #anti episode lighting #sorry about the potential typos and incoherencies #i was ticked really ticked #please don't @ me i don't want to start trouble #just getting this all off my chest

[arclightbutterfly]

Light, Mind, and Hope

This is a Homestuck post, so feel free to ignore it-- it’s only marginally tied in with my transition.

EDIT: IM A FUCKING IDIOT I MEANT HEART NOT MIND

Growing up, I feel like Homestuck was an amazing guideline in understanding how I changed as a person and matured into the character that I am today. I feel like every major step in my life, I discover something new about myself, or about the world, and how I interact with it-- something that would be really difficult to describe in non-abstract terms.

It’s honestly amazing how well Andrew Hussie tied in these aspects of my life, and so much more of them that I have probably yet to discover into a webcomic. It implies that he himself must have understood these experiences and revelations, at least to the extent that he might be able to portray how they should look like in terms of maturity.

So far, I feel as if I’ve only really discovered two aspects: Light, and Mind. Recently, I think I’ve begun finding aspects of Hope within myself. And there’s just so many thoughts bouncing around in my head that I just kind of felt like I had to dump them somewhere.

That being said, I’ll start with Light.

Light

I used to think I was a Light player. This is, of course, after I thought I was a Time Player, which was really just like a superficial thing of me wanting to be all cool and cold calculations and whatever. As a Light player in my high school years, I felt as though the aspect truly resonated with me. A Knight of Light, someone who exploits fortune and information for their own objectives.

Information was always my primary weapon. I prided myself on knowing stuff on just about any topic. Whenever a new situation confronted me, I was always ready to whip out my “little-miss-know-it-all” hat and take charge of the situation with the obviously superior decision making I possessed (this is sarcasm) as a result of my knowledge.

And to be fair, it made sense to me. Information helped me through everything. Knowledge truly was power. I never went into any kind of game casually-- I always searched up guides on the perfect strategies, and did extensive research to ensure I would end up with the best possible outcome. I loved learning, and tried to learn as many talents as I could, so I could appear as competent as possible in any number of situations.

And honestly? It’s been pretty helpful, even in college. I love the feeling of being competent and being able to surprise people with hidden knowledge and talents that I just spent all of high school accumulating.

And honestly, it helped me transition, too. When I was faced with the fact that transitioning was going to be impossible for someone like me, I attacked that reality with research. I spent countless hours scouring the internet for sources and information that would ultimately forge my path.

In real life, I think realized Light players have the ability to not only understand things, but to know what things that they must know in order to understand something. They don’t spend as much time on the minutae; they instinctively understand the bare minimum of information that they must consume to produce functional models of concepts in their head. As a Light player, I think that the ability to apply this information is also a huge part of the aspect-- being able to connect concepts and determine applications for them, so that information is always at the forefront of one’s approach to any obstacle.

Mind

But now I know better. At the present moment, I think I identify more as a Mage of Mind. I know I still have that Knight of Light in me-- I think I’ve just matured enough to gain an understanding of another aspect in my identity. Mind is all about identity. It’s about who you are, the decisions you make, and above all of it, knowing why you made those decisions. As a Mage of Mind, my classpect can probably best be summed up as “know thyself.”

And this motto has held to be quite powerful. I spent a lot of time in introspection, throughout my entire life. My identity as a person, as a collection of memories, and as a sum of experiences has been of constant interest to me, ever since around third grade. I have memories marked in my brain as a child with little notes attached, reading “please don’t forget this memory” and “I know what I did now must seem inconsequential to myself in the future, but please don’t let my motivations die.” I continuously come across notes from my past self that I don’t remember writing, with words of encouragement from snapshots of my identity as it was in the past.

One of my primary motivators is the fact that I know my future self is cheering me on. Just as I now wish that I could go back in time and tell myself that everything is going to be alright, I know that in the future, I will be doing the same thing for my present self now. So, I know that I am being encouraged, and do not need to worry about not being able to tell my past self that things will turn out okay-- she already knows.

Similarly, I take care not to brush off my past self’s memories or ambitions. That way, I can be reassured that my future self will not do the same with mine. My existence is a carefully orchestrated cooperation between my various selves at all points during my life, united as a single identity striving towards a common goal.

Consequently, I’ve found introspection to be an incredibly powerful tool. By understanding how I think, I know how to take control of my mind. You know that one post that was like “being able to have total control of your own mind” as a shitty superpower, and everyone chiming in about how cool that would actually be? I feel like introspection is that superpower. The more you understand about yourself, the more you’re able to control yourself. It’s how I managed to get my time management skills. Once I cracked the code of how I learn and store information, studying became a breeze. I literally never go to any of my classes in college, and I’m doing fine. I honestly cannot express how powerful being able to understand how you learn is. It just unlocks a whole level of processing power in your brain that’s honestly just ridiculous.

In addition, it’s helped me understand other people. I used to have a parlor trick in high school, where I’d try to read someone’s personality / memories. By looking at their behavior, I was eerily good at figuring out specific memories or events in their lives that triggered those behaviors. I had a couple of my skeptical friends test me, and I was surprised to find that even with them, I had a fair bit of accuracy. As a Mind player, I feel as though one of my abilities is to recognize when people around me are on paths similar to ones that I took, but haven’t quite finished yet (this is not to say that I have finished more paths of maturity or anything-- just that we all are on different levels of various paths, and I happen to be able to see those who are on paths that I have already gone down) and understand everything about their personality that’s tied to that path based on my own state of mind when I was at that point myself.

Mind players, I think, have the power of being competent. The aspect of Mind is about unlocking the potential of the self, and discovering what you can do when you push yourself to more and more of your full ability.

Hope

I’m rereading Homestuck right now, and as I’m going through it, I’m starting to notice something else that I resonate with: Hope. Hope is positive energy, but in Homestuck, it also represents the ability to change reality. I’ve always felt a drive within myself that constantly drives me to improve and make a difference in the world around me, but even though I often describe this particular brand of motivation as “spite” or “anger at the world,” I’m not really angry. I’m hurt, for sure. And I know that the pain I’ve felt drives me. But it doesn’t drive me in a bitter way. It drives me because I want to make this world better.

My small group leader recently told me that despite the things that I’ve been through, I always manage to stay positive, but not in a manner that resembles naive optimism. More of an ability to take negative experiences and transform them into positive expressions. A refusal to allow suffering to change me for the worst. A desire to cling on to my humanity.

I found a note written to myself from the past today. It was a note written as a “personality override--” a code that I keep with myself to allow irrational decisions in my reasoning.

(As an aside, I’ve found that permitting controlled irrationality in your decision making process is a fantastic way to program your own mind. I have override protocols that I tell myself to follow without question, even when illogical, and it’s allowed me to stay constant through everything, and cling on to the things that make me who I am. It’s what lets me hang on to memories most people would have let go a long time ago, and feel a connection to myself in the future because of it. There’s other dumb stuff too, like a code I follow for if I end up time traveling back and talking to myself or something-- I have a passcode I’ve never said out loud or written down, which I’ve had since sixth grade, that I can use to verify that someone from the future is in fact myself.)

The note told me to fight off the desire to form defensive mechanisms like isolation. To stick to my personality as someone who loves no matter the circumstances. A combination of my identity as a Mind player and some aspects of myself as a player of Hope.

And I’ve found that as an aspect, Hope represents that ability for that positive energy to create change. I used that spiteful/positive/loving energy to create a non-profit organization in my sophomore year. I used it to drive my exploits as a player of light. That energy drives me to shape the world. I live for moments when people tell me that I remind them of a protagonist. I know I’m going to change the world-- because I have to.

Hope players, in this world, have the ability to shape reality to their will. Things always go their way, because it has to. They will stop at nothing to realize their dreams. Hope is overflowing, desperate motivation and drive and passion.

As I fight through my life, I’m beginning to understand more and more of what that means. I don’t know when I’m going to die. But until I do, I’m not going to stop fighting for what’s right. Trans fucking rights. I’m going to make sure no one else has to go through what I did in my childhood if it kills me.

Anyway, that’s my little spheal on that I guess. If anyone wants to understand how my brain works-- this post right here is a pretty succinct summary.

Hey, if I ever get amnesia, can someone please show me this post? Thanks.

#homestuck #transgender #trans #hrt #teenager #trans girl #mtf #self medicating #aspect #class #classpect #hope #light #mind #introspection #identity #trans thoughts #off topic

[livelovelaug-h]

Terrible accidents ☂️ pt 1

Diego hargreeves x reader.

Warnings ? Big angst !! Kinda sad. Some spoilers if you didn't finish the show.

Summary- you and Diego have been dating for awhile but what happens next to tear you guys apart ? Do you survive the gun shot?

~~~~

"why did you do that??" Diego asked angrily.

"I was helping five save the world by getting rid of those two idiots who are trying to stop us."

"you could have gotten everybody In danger or killed."

"we're all ready In danger. But thanks for worrying about me."

"i do worry about you, just not when you do stupid stuff"

You headed towards the door.

"so your just going to walk away like always?" You stopped in your tracks with your hand on the door.

"or maybe I just don't want to argue anymore." You said and walked out of his boiler room place and slammed the door as hard as you could.

You didn't need Diego always there to help you, so you did what you did best. You went back to go after cha cha and hazel.

You are number 10, you have the power of telekinesis, that really comes in handy, you don't need knife boy.

You and Diego have had many fights. You usually go back because you feel really bad and miss him. But you didn't always go back. You guys stopped dating and talking for a whole year because of a fight.

~~~

Flashback

11 pm

Diego comes through the door. "Were you with her again?"

No answer. The irony is, that is the answer. You nodded a little, clenching your jaw.

"you don't even work with her anymore. Why are you always there?"

"she just needed help looking into something."

"all day?"

".. look I know what your thinking but it was just work related."

"sure."

"really? so what? Again You think I'm cheating?" He laughs a tiny bit, sarcasm highly noted.

"glad you think this is amusing."

"just because we've dated before doesn't mean everytime I see her im fucking her!"

"wow okay just real mature." You said heading to the door.

"walking away again? Typical"

"yeah because if you're going to be this way there's no point in staying."

"fine. Then leave!"

"fine!"

Slam

End of flashback

You put a tracker on Cha's Cha's car just in case something went South, which it did you didn't really get into the action part before everyone decided to stop you.

They must have settled down in a different hotel room. smart.

You went through the bathroom window and snuck up behind them using your telekinesis to open the front door and throw them off. but they already knew. You knocked Hazel's gun out of his hand but at the same time a bullet came hitting you in the chest. You moaned in pain falling on the floor. You aimed at Cha Cha pulling the trigger only getting her leg. She aimed at you again hitting your chest and finishing you.

After what happened Cha Cha and Hazel left quickly hearing the police sirens from afar.

"come on stupid stop staring at my leg and let's go before the cops see us."

::The next morning::

Klaus was laying down in his room when you appeared.

"well hello ever hear of knocking y/n? Come onnn in"

"wait how did i get here?"

"By Walking? Are you doing drugs your starting to sound like me." He chuckles.

"wait no. I'm - im... .. dead This can't be good. "

"your not de-" he stopped himself when he went to put his hand on your shoulder, because his hand just went right through.

"holy shit, how did you die?"

"It was cha cha and hazel. Man their good."

"I thought-"

There was a knock on the door and then it opened "we're having a family meeting, I'm here to get you."

"Diego." You almost cried. You went to touch his cheek but Klaus quickly said.

"that's great! I mean alright yeah, I'm coming."

"where's y/n?" Luther asked.

"she's not coming."

"why not ?" Allison asked.

"we had a fight." No one said anything.

"okay well-" luther started but Pogo interrupted:

"I think you guys may want to see this."

On the tv ::

"no one knows how she got there or what happened- we're asking for anyone with information to come forward, to help solve this case and give this girl justice."

Diego couldn't breath. This was all a living nightmare. He thought he might get sick seeing you laying on the floor with blood next to you, He got chills.

"no." He whispered. You started crying because you just wanted to hug him and tell him you were here. Diego left he couldn't be there any longer, he was suffocating.

He headed towards he police department.

"come on please just tell me where they have her. I just want to say goodbye" he says with glossy eyes to Eudora.

"I don't think that's a good idea. It'll just hurt more."

"please." She gave him a sad face and drove him so he could say goodbye.

"I'm sorry." She said in the car. She was because of course it's sad but also because just the day before she was with him all day.

When Diego walked in he seen the two bullet holes right by your chest and that's what made him lose it. He started crying hard

"I'm s-s-o sorry, y/n if we weren't fighting then y-you would still be here... I'm sorry baby. I l-love you." He gave your forehead a long kiss and took off the necklace you were wearing, putting it on around his neck. You saw it all and you were a crying mess. Diego hasn't stuttered in so long it broke your heart to witness that.

He went back to the his boiler room place and seen your stuff out. Like your face wash some clothes, and makeup it made it seem like you were just there and nothing happened. Diego just cried and cried and cried until he feel asleep hours later.

Meanwhile -

"come on Klaus you have to tell him pleaseeeee."

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Let me know what you think of this !

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[franeridart]

I absolutely adore every single KiriBaku thing you draw. They’re so pure and I love them.

;O; !!!!! thank you holy heck!!!!!

Anon said:Fran i missed your hq fanart, it was so good seeing some more from you!

I’m happy you liked them!!!! I missed drawing them too, really !!!!

Anon said:Imagine this - BNHA kids like It kids. Also love your art!

But I haven’t watched It :O and thank you!!!

Anon said: Is it ok if fictionkin people reblog your art and tag it as kin or anything of the sort?

Sure! People are gonna do so anyway whatever I say after all, and this seems like a really silly thing to get bothered over since it’s not like it hurts me in any way haha

Anon said:Who dabs more, Denki or Mina?

If I gotta pick one I’d say Kaminari, but I sure as heck hope dabbing isn’t still a thing in whatever future bnha is set in, anon hahaha

Anon said:yo i love it when you color your sketches, so pretty!!

OH BOY thank you so so much!!!!! :O

Anon said:I love you and your art so much?? like??? you’re so perfect?? just keep doing what you’re doing because you’re doing fucking amazing

I’m the furthest thing from perfect you’re gonna find, anon haha but thank you so much for the compliment!!

Anon said:thank you for always making me smile.

And thank you cause this ask made me smile, anon!!

Anon said:your coloring skills are improving!!! gosh your art is visibly getting better lately (not that it’s even been “bad”, there’s no such thing!! i’ve always loved it). i don’t know if it��s a good idea to tell you this but i mean it as a genuine compliment!

Are they really??? °O° I wouldn’t have said so, honestly haha but I’m super happy to hear that, thank you!!

Anon said:Are any of your OCs romantically involved? Or are they all just good friends?

Yes and no, depending on at which point in their respective story we’re talking about haha Josh and Chris are in love with each other, and so are Max and Leo (well, their situation is a bit… uncommon, but if I were ever to write their story they’d be together in the end) - I once posted about Gabe and Hector, and by the end of their story they’re in a poly relationship with a girl named Erica I’ve never posted about. Luca has a love (?) interest of sort but he’s not been posted about yet hohoho maybe sometime in the near future. Still deciding about Isa and Ana’s relationship, but maybe. Who knows? That’s about it as far as the ones I’ve posted about go :D

Anon said:your ocs are adorable!! esp ana, I want to know EVERYTHING ABOUT HER (and, yeah, having new ocs is super exciting, like you said! just– being able to figure all that stuff out, actually mould a character of your own– it’s a lot of fun!!!)

Anon said: What are Ana and Isa like? From that drawing, I already think I would want to be friends with Isa! She looks like lots of fun!

She is!! She’s sort of a jock, a bit of a dummy and really loud, she’s easy to make laugh and got the type of laughter that makes you wanna laugh with her so when she’s around the mood is always a good one! She’s not exactly a social butterfly, but she’s got no problems with socializing, knows by instinct how to bend her behaviour to fit with all types of people and has the incredible ability to have every and all awkward situations fly right over her head, she just doesn’t notice them, and that makes it hard to be anything but relaxed when she’s around. She’s actually how she and Ana got in the group, since she’s gym buddies with Leo! She also really really likes ball sports :D

Ana’s an introvert all the way through, on the other hand - she’s really witty and sassy when she feels comfortable enough, and sarcasm is her preferred way of communicating, but if she doesn’t know you/ too many people she isn’t 100% comfortable with are around she comes off as timid and closed off, smiles politely and barely utters a word - people assume she’s the subdued and shy type at first so once she starts opening up it’s always sort of a shock haha she’s got a scientific mind and while she isn’t a “gifted kid” like Chris she likes to learn and study a lot, which is why she ended up having a real great relationship with Chris specifically out of everyone in the group (they like to nerd out together) (Josh isn’t particularly happy about it, the jelly idiot) 

Anon said: I love seeing you drawing and getting asks about your OCs. They have so much personality and it makes me super happy. I hope you’ll feel like sharing them with us more often!

Thank you so much!!!! I’m really really happy people seem to like them too!!!! :O

Anon said:you draw the children so long i love it :0

!!!!! :D thank you!!!

Anon said:Did you now that the voice actor of Tenya is also the one of Kageyama ? (I start Haikyuu because of you by the way, thanks for this and for all your great art !)

I did know!!! There’s a lot of hq va’s in bnha, that’s always made me happy haha

Anon said:Love the new Haikyuu art! Although it’s sad that someone made you lose motivation to draw BNHA :/ Daishou is one of my faves, too. He’s such a doof, love it.

OH BOY I love Daishou so much, I’m glad you like him too! Aside from how much fun he is to draw (and color! he’s a green haired boy and that matters lots to me haha) he’s got so much personality and he’s such an interesting character! I honest to god disliked him with a passion during the nekohebi game, actually haha but that’s how it is with most of my hq faves, after all hahaha glad you liked the doodles, by the way!!!

Anon said:DOGS? SHOUTS? LUCA IS MY KINDA GUY

THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY ANGRY SON !!!!!! :D

Anon said:I love Luca! Where did he get his scar?

A fight with some punks back when he was a teen that ended up escalating when knives became a thing that was being used :O he comes off as the dangerous sorta type which makes good people steer clear and bad ones come looking for trouble/ pick fights with him cause they assume he was picking a fight cause of his resting bitch face. Well, he’s an ass so let’s say that at least half the times he had been picking fights, and it’s not like he runs when someone tries to fight him anyway… that’s not the only scar he has, it’s just the most visible one haha

Anon said:I’m kinda freaking out about Luca and the others being italians! It makes me love your OCs even more ahah Btw, don’t know if you’ve already answered this or if it’s too personal but… are you Italian? (Or what nationality?)

Yah I am! :D and I’m super happy to hear you like my kids!!!!!

Anon said:Hello! I just wanted to let you know that you inspire me a lot! Your blog is honestly such a happy, fun place to be. You draw so much stuff, so much cute and sweet stuff regularly and I aspire to be like that! I’m extremely slow at drawing, and I lose motivation or get distracted from drawing easily, but I’m hoping for a day when I can make a blog just like yours; a place where I can regularly draw things that make me happy. I hope you have a wonderful day!

I’m!!!! so happy to hear that!!!!! And yeah I 100% understand the being slow and getting discouraged easily, I used to be (and sort of still am) like that too :O my need to be faster is what had me end up with the style I have now, actually haha I hope you’ll find a comfortable style that’ll let you be as fast as you wish soon too, anon!!!

Anon said:I don’t think you understand how much it means to me that you drew an asahi! He’s my fave and he looks precious and pretty in your style! Thank you for this gift :’)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad you liked him, then!!!!!!! *O* thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Thank you for drawing Noya! Im sorry it was sort of cause of a shitty anon, I also really enjoy your bnha drawings so im not trying to be all “waaaah go back to hq”, but im happy to see my lightning son and also find out hes in your favs? Yay!

YAH HE’S THE BEST ISN’T HE he’s been one of my top 5s since he first appeared, he’s such a good I’m glad you liked him!!!!!!!!

Anon said:FRAN YOUR NEW HQ ART IM IN LOVE!!!!!! YOU DRAW DAISHOU LIKE A LITERAL SNAKE HES SO SMUG ITS SO GOOD!! AND YOUR OCS!! I WOULD HONESTLY READ A BOOK ABOUT THEM. OR A WEB COMIC. BOTH ARE GOOD. SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS IM JUST EXCITED BC HQ!!!! AND AWESOME OCS!!!! (can you tell that i have a weakness for other people’s ocs, esp when done well) (which you certainly have)

THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS OH GODS !!!!!!!!!!!! Especially about my ocs, that makes me so happy oh boy ;O; !!! And and and I’m super happy you liked Dai! He’s honestly so much fun to draw, for me hahaha

Anon said:I’m sorry that people are being assholes, sending good vibes! I love all your art, I hope you have a good day

This to you and everyone else who’s sent the same type of ask, thank you SO much! You guys are all so incredibly nice and supportive, bless all of you ;O;

Anon said:Dave!!! :D

Dave indeed!!!!!! :D :D

Anon said:your art is Good

Thank You !!!!!!!!

Anon said:omg i love your ocs so much

SOB thank you?????

Anon said:I love how the collar on Kiri’s coat in the ‘Them boys’ post is reminiscent of his pauldrons

……………………………………………….. that was totally on purpose. Yep. Definitely. Hmhm.

Anon said:Anon from before showed me your stuff today and just wanted to say wow I love your stuff what even your art is so good I fuckin love kiribaku and oh my god I swear I must have gone through your whole kiribaku tag and I’m gone your art just made my day

GOSH I’m glad you liked them???? thank you for such a nice message aaahhhh !!!!!!

Anon said:Im cry omg i just realized ur url is franeridart fjhfhf this whole time i thought it was friend art bddnjx

You’re the second person that tells me that in the span of just a couple of days omfg hahahaha it’s cool tho, I wish that was actually the url, it’d have been such a soft one haha

Anon said:hi Kaminari can skateboard he has a skateboard in his room

Kaminari in his room also has a dart board, a basketball and a dj console, and that’s only the stuff whe can see so actually, considering in his likes there’s “cool things” I think he’s the type of boy that tries to pursue any hobbie he might think would make him look cool, so either he has no clue how to use any of the cool things in his room above a vaguely amatorial level or he’s still pursuing all of those interests! Which would actually be super cool! Incidentally this is my preferred headcanon too so, yeah, as far as I’m concerned he knows how to skate. And play basketball. And darts. And also how to dj. He’s a cool kid haha

Anon said:Bless you and your super cute kiribaku ^_^

Bless you for the super sweet message, anon!!!! ;O;

Anon said:THAT JIROU IS SO TINY AND ADORABLE I’M DYING LOOK AT HER SIDE BY SIDE WITH KAMINARI AND BAKUGOU OH MY GOD

Hahahaha I might have actually accentuated that a bit, but she’s about 20cm shorter than the both of them and in a chibi style that’s hard to keep accurate hahahaha but yeah I love my pocket sized girl she’s the best

Anon said:Im so fucking happy because youve been posting (almost?) daily for a few days now

That was my own poor attempt at something similar to inktober, actually! I’ve had a few days through the month I wasn’t at home at all so I couldn’t draw all 31 days, but I think I got close? Maybe? I’m glad you enjoyed it, tho!!

Anon said:you deserve all the love in the world

I’m f sobbing so do you, friend ;u;

Anon said:do you like as*noya?? or, which are your main pairings for asahi and noya :)

I do ship as*noya, but I prefer Asahi with Daichi and Suga (ot3) or with Kiyoko, actually :O while my fav Noya ship is with Tanaka~

Anon said:I have recently fallen totally in love with kiribaku as a ship, and your art is always my favorite to see in the tags. Thanks for drawing those two nerds, and I hope you have a good rest of your day!

Thank you!!!!! This fandom is super full of incredibly talented people, I hope you’ll enjoy it here hahaha

Anon said: I first found your blog searching the Bokuroo tag.I was very happy because it was one of my all time OTPs,but they didnt have much content.Then there you came,with amazing art.Time passed and you watched BNHA.I was absolutely captivated by BakuShima and then I checked your blog and it had BakuShima!!I told myself “this person cant get any cooler”.But today i found out about TetsuKami and I checked their tag and yoU ALREADY MADE FANART OF THEM!!Officially ,you are the coolest person on Tumblr tbh

We seem to have really really similar tastes in ships, anon!!!! that’s so great omfg !!!!!!! :O and I’m super happy you like my stuff still afer all this time hahaha

Anon said:Could I draw some fan art of your ocs?

Oh my god yeah!!!!! please do link me to it if you do!!!!!

Anon said:BLESS YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL FOR MAKING SUCH AMAZING ART

BLESS YOU FOR BEING SO KIND, ANON!!!!!!

#fran answers #fuck me and my procrastinating ass #also #original art #but just blabber about it? #oc asks #okay that's better #anonymous

[withasideofeggsy]

In the AM :: Im Jaebum

Hello friends! Mafia/gang au were always my favourite after watching KHR haha. So I finally gave a shot at it! I was really inspired by two amazing tumblr writers so I would like to thank them for motivating me to write after reading their work! A massive thank you to @narika-a who wrote a scenario with mafia GOT7, the plot of this fic is mainly developed from their scenario with Youngjae. And a special thank you to @jungk0oksthighs​ and their amazing mafia au fic giving me the final push to write this! I hope everyone enjoys it!

(Bless the soul who took this picture)

Word count: 28K (Mother of god)

Warning: coarse language, drunk people, smut, unprotected sex, violence, blood

Part 2

Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.

Jaebum pov

I watch her through the tinted windows of my car before wandering to the red digital numbers glowing on the dashboard. It read exactly 2 AM on the dot. A small smirk stretches across my face as I watch her bend over to lock the front doors of the run down pub cueing me to proceed with the schedule. It was all perfectly timed, in exactly 5 minutes she will be in the optimal position. I slip out of the black Camaro closely following her in her haste footsteps as she made her way back to her dingy apartment. At exactly 5 minutes time she stood in front of the dark alley, wasting no time I lunged forward grabbing her by the back of her jacket’s collar and pulled her into the dead end. She opened her mouth to scream so I quickly shut her up by slamming her small frame into the graffiti covered brick wall. She lets out a small cry which was then quickly followed by soft sniffles. Her body quakes under my strong grip and I almost felt slightly bad, just almost.

“Stop crying!” I order turning her around to face her tear streaked face.

Her eyes were squeezed shut in utter terror.

“Yah look at me girly, that’s the least you could do after stealing over 40 grand from my business!”

To say I was taken aback was an understatement when she started to yell.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! I’m dirt broke! Why else do you think I am out this late working at a shitty run down pub in the fucking ghettos?! I already had a shit day with creeps like you trying to take me home so for gods sake just leave me alone!” She screams finally opening her eyes to reveal the warmest (e/c) hue I’ve ever seen.

I would be more appreciative of them if they weren’t full of rage and sending daggers into my soul. I shook my head to clear out the doubts that started to swim in my mind. My perfect plan was flawless to the second but a small detail may have been missed, I may have gotten the wrong girl? No impossible, she must be acting innocent.

“Don’t lie to me!” I yell out in frustration causing her frustration to skyrocket as well.

She flails her arms smacking me in the face causing my already boiling anger to overflow.

“Let go of me you freak! Do you think I would be out here in shit city at 2 AM if I stole 40k from you? No! I would be at home rolling in silk sheets in piles of money you idiot!”

Okay I’ll admit, even though she was infuriating seeing that she was so keen on lying I couldn’t help but find her charming, especially at the wild reasoning she spewed on about. I roll my eyes roughly turning her to face the wall once again.

“Alright, that was funny at first but now I’m done,” I sigh ripping her long wool jacket clean off her back.

The seams of her coat tore open with a satisfying pop along with the plain white t-shirt she wore underneath. I toss the torn fabric across the snow covered alleyway leaving her cold and vulnerable in the cold night air. Her fierce aura left her body as quick as it came as she started sobbing once more, hugging herself as she stood there hunched over with a thin ripped shirt. I could clearly see the cold winter air biting at her bare skin where goose bumps started to form, however I couldn’t seem to find the signature dragon tattoo that was supposed to litter the vast majority of her back. At that moment I knew I fucked up.

“Fuck…fuck I’m so sorry. I-I got the wrong person. Haha surprise?” I nervously grin finally letting her out of my iron grip that will probably cause bruises to bloom all over her body later from man handling her.

Her lips quiver as she spares me one final look with her large doe eyes before bursting out in tears and making a mad dash out of the alley.

“Hey!” I called out, it wasn’t supposed to sound so threatening but I guess being friendly and approachable was not my forte. At my voice she sped up, disappearing around the corner.

“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath, kicking her jacket out of the way to follow her.

Your pov

I was running as if my life depended on it, and it probably was with this asshole creep stalking me. Work was rough like always with intoxicated greasy men trying to snag you home and now god was testing me by having this creep jump me. I could barely see with my tear-blurred vision but his loud booming voice motivated me to run raster than I’d ever had in my life. With adrenaline pumping through my veins I didn’t realize that there was a large group of men blocking my path until I slammed right into them. I quickly bow stuttering out an apology before trying to continue on home.

“Hey girly, watch where you are going huh? You spilled my beer all over my shirt!” One of the burly men slurred, great they were drunks.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat causing him to tut.

“A shirt for a shirt, take off yours babe and we can have some fun,” he suggests slyly reaching out to touch my exposed back.

I nervously step back, making contact with a sculpted body. Before I could successfully jump forward to break the contact the person held me tightly against his front.

“She said sorry, so fuck off,” says the voice behind me nonchalantly.

I break eye contact with the furious grubby drunkard to look up at my saviour. I practically jumped out of my skin when I see my “saviour” to only be the man who literally jumped me not even a minute ago. Was this a save to conquer situation? I wanted to pull away but for someone who dragged my ass into an alley to profusely scream at my face and then proceeded to rip the only jacket I owned to shreds – I felt quite safe in his arms. Well safer than to be at the dispense of the group of intoxicated men. I was taken aback by how calm and collected his entire aura seemed, he was indeed the human personification of a ticking time bomb. The group of drunks started to growl and advance like a pack of wolves closing on their prey. I subconsciously snuggle closer to the even scarier man behind me. In which he gladly pulls me behind him where I proceeded to clutch onto the back of his leather jacket.

“Do you know who you are talking to?” One of the men growls causing the tall well built man before me to chuckle.

“Maybe you should stop eying the girl and take a good look at who you are talking to.”

I was doomed.

How was pretty boy going to save me from a group of 8 brawny men? Should I just make a dash for it when they beat up this guy?  Is that wrong of me? Then again he attacked me first. I could be at home chilling in my pjs by now. All these thoughts swam through my head that I almost missed the scene that unfolded before me. Reluctantly the man who I bumped into looked up first, no matter how bad it hurt his ego to follow this stranger’s suggestion. I move my hands from the leather to gingerly hold his waist in anticipation. I watched in awe and slight worry, when the intoxicated man stumbled backwards. The man’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as one by one his friends started to do the same. As if the situation couldn’t get any weirder the group of men started to profusely bow their heads.

“I-I apologize JB! Please I’m drunk I didn’t know I was disrespecting you sir!” the man was a stuttering mess, and to be honest I’m not sure if I should feel smug about this or be terrified for my life.

Who was this guy?

The man, supposedly called JB, simply chuckles deeply instead of giving him a reply. The man stands there with his head lowered in anticipation as JB hummed.

“You alright?”

I blinked for a few moments taken aback by his unexpected soft side before nodding up at him.

“Consider yourself lucky then,” he sighs facing the group.

Relief fills me knowing that I wasn’t going to witness what this man JB was capable of doing that made him so notoriously well known on this side of town. The men collectively bowed and apologized once more only halting when JB lifted his hand in a silencing gesture. I hear the desperate shuffling of feet to get out of the proximity in case JB’s act of mercy fell short. I squeeze his waist subconsciously and he takes me by surprise wen he looks over his shoulder to flash me a small smile. I drop my hands back to my side looking away bashfully.

“Thanks…I guess considering that you jumped me earlier,” I wince at how sarcastic it came out.

I usually would take pride in my sarcasm but I realized that this guy could be the Asian equivalent of the Godfather. I rub at my arms awkwardly when he decided to stay silent instead of cussing me out, which I’ve pretty much associated with him. He scoffs rolling his eyes so hard he probably saw his brain. Another awkward silence envelopes us in the cold winter night causing me to sniffle.

“Um…this isn’t a save and conquer right?” I ask to be sure causing him to roll his eyes once again.

“No,” he clears his throat, “I’m sorry for attacking you earlier. I uh…thought you were someone else.”

I nod slowly still not maintaining eye contact with the handsome stranger.

“I guess that’s okay since you saved me and all…um I’m gonna head home now it’s kinda cold,” I mumble hugging myself as a futile attempt to maintain my body heat.

It took real effort in to not cuss him out, afterall I was cold because he destroyed the only jacket I owned and it was in the stark middle of winter. I kept the anger at bay though to take one final glance at him before turning on my heel.

“Wait,” he puts a hand on my shoulder stopping me in my tracks.

I reluctantly turn around to watch him shrug out of his leather jacket.

“Sorry about your jacket…you must be freezing,” he cheekily grins knowing fully well that this was all his fault.

I lick my dry lips and tugged my bottom one between my teeth shyly. I squeeze my eyes shut when he took a step forward only daring to open them again when I felt the warm embrace of the soft leather drape on my shoulders. He tugs the jacket closed with his beautifully long slender fingers.

“This is really not necessary…” I mumble attempting to shimmy off the jacket but he stubbornly held the jacket securely closed.

The man was painfully pushy, but I was already well aware of this when he physically pushed me into a wall earlier.

“Hold onto it for me until you get another,” he states coolly.

I couldn’t catch the scoff fast enough before it left my lips.

“Yeah I’ll keep this forever then. Like I mentioned before, I’m poor you jerk and you still ruined the only jacket I owned!”

JB’s expression turned surprised and fell back to his stoic one as quickly as it happened.

“Sorry? I guess you can keep it then.”

I roll my eyes throwing the jacket back into his arms, which he successfully caught mid air with his fast reflexes. I cross my arms over my chest with a huff.

“I don’t want it! You are probably associated with a gang or something and if I wear that it’ll probably make me the biggest target in this shit side of the city!”

At my little out burst I was taken aback when he threw his head back and started laughing.

“I can assure you, no one will touch you when you have this on your back,” he says between laughs draping the leather over my shoulders again.

“But you don’t deny that you are some gangster?” I try and he shrugs casually in his fitted black t-shirt seemingly unbothered by the cold weather.

“Let’s get you home,” he suggests placing a large hand on the small of my back. I took a few steps back towards the pub until some sense rang in my head.

“What? No thank you! I can get home myself!” I exclaim eying him suspiciously.

He rolls his eyes, “Was almost getting kidnapped twice in one night not enough for you?”

I pull away from him with both hands on my hips.

“Yes! That is why I rather go home myself,” I say defensively.

He sighs in frustration, his short fuse igniting. JB pauses for a moment then he abruptly chuckles.

“Honestly. It doesn’t matter I already know your address.”

My heart speeds up at his confession, it was practically hammering against my ribs. Seriously who is this guy? And how did he get the wrong person being so knowledgeable of his targets. I didn’t realize that I was looking at him with a gapping mouth until he gently taps my chin to close.

“Come, my car is this way,” he says guiding me back towards the pub.

“Oh no no no no!” I laugh planting my heel into the sidewalk, “I am not getting into your car! God knows where you will drive me to.”

“Your run down apartment?” he snarkily offers causing me to roll my eyes.

Literally every minute I’m with this one my blood pressure increases to concerning levels.

“Fine, we walk then,” he says leading me – back to my own home.

I wondered if he was freezing just being clad in a black t-shirt and in dark washed jeans but I didn’t want to seem to care so I didn’t ask. This stalker literally walks me to my apartment door and it was honestly extremely unsettling.

It was quite dark outside so when we stood in the dimly lit hallway in the apartment I finally got a good look at JB. His skin was fair especially in comparison to his dark midnight locks that were tastefully pushed back away from his forehead allowing a display of his forehead and beautifully sculpted eyebrows.

He was painfully handsome.

I clear my throat and fiddled with my keys avoiding eye contact with the handsome stranger.

“You know staring is rude,” he comments indifferently.

I gap at him and crossed my arms childishly, “So is jumping a person!”

JB chuckles deeply flashing his pearly whites in an award winning smile.

“You’ll never let that down huh?”

I shake my head, “Of course not! You really scared me!”

He unexpectedly tips my chin up with his index and middle finger.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah whatever…” I lamely add, I was really at a lack of words.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I blink up at him. I could think of a million sarcastic remarks as to why I would ever want to see him again, but I decided to just humour him.

“Yeah okay JB.”

JB’s expression softened at the mention of his name, “You can call me Jaebum,” he suggests with a small smile.

“Yeah okay Jaebummie,” I tease rolling my eyes.

He winces at the nickname and I realized it could be a nickname only reserved for his girlfriend, which made the already awkward lingering air ten times thicker.

I clear my throat, “Sorry…”

His eyes widen in realization and he shakes his head, “Oh no it’s fine…it’s just that I’m not used to getting called by cute nicknames.”

Blood rushes to m cheeks an aftermath from his utter cuteness, but of course what left my lips was snarky per usual.

“Well obviously since you are using Justin Bieber’s nickname as your street name you goof.”

The expression on Jaebum’s face was ghastly. He was in complete shock by my comment and to be honest I was too. As soon as that left my mouth I slapped a hand over it.

“Okay that was uncalled for. I’m sorry! You make me really nervious and I can’t control what comes out!” I muffle out the confession beneath my fingers.

Jaebum shyly smiles shaking his head, “I…I think it’s endearing.”

Then his firecracker personality switched on, “But never refer to me as Justin Bieber okay? I’ll put a bullet through your head.”

“Yeah yeah yeah! It’s not like we will see each other again anyways!”

But we did

2 AM

As per usual I clicked together the last lock on the pub’s door. I really need to resign. It was like any other every night besides Monday’s where I got the luxury to have the evening off, it was shit. The only difference was when I turned around the typical view of the littered street was not there, instead my line of vision could only make out black leather, lots of black leather.

Please don’t be who I think it is, please god have mercy, I prayed slowly raising my head up.

“Oh god it’s you…” I sigh pinching the arch of my nose between my index and thumb, “We’re closed sorry, not really, go beat it.”

Jaebum stood there like the wall he was.

I roll my eyes, “Excuse me!” I chime side stepping away.

He chuckles pulling me back with ease.

“It’s nice to see you again, (Y/N),” he greets with a charming grin.

I raise a brow at him with a knowing smirk and he knew what was to come so he simply explained himself before I could question him.

“Yeah yeah, I finally learned your name by stalking you a little bit more.”

The sagging of his usually tall confident stance was a sight to see. As much as I enjoyed his company, sarcasm intended, I was very curious as to why he would be here, again, at this ungodly hour of the night – morning depending on how you perceived time.

I rub my arms for warmth as the relentless cold winter night nipped at my thin sweater.

“Ah…I knew you would be too shy to wear my jacket. Good thing I know you like the back of my hand due to my skilled stalking expertise!”

I blink.

Fiddling with the loops of keys, waiting for him to explain why he was such a big creep, or ultimately what brought him here again, since there wasn’t much to explain.

Despite yesterday’s embarrassing mistake he was intelligent enough to catch on quickly. He stutters slightly.

“I-I uh got you this…”

Jaebum forcibly shoves a nicely wrapped box in my arms before quickly running his fingers through his gel slicked black locks to keep his hands busy.

I gulp, looking up at him and back to the hefty gift box in my arms, “Should I be scared?”

With the signature roll of his eyes he waves his hand impatiently, “Just open it!”

I finally nod placing the box gently on the hood of the black Camaro he rolled up in.

He leans against the side of the car and watched as I pulled loose the silk ribbon. The lid of the box popped open to reveal crisp ivory tissue paper. At least I didn’t have to feat that there was someone’s cut off ligament in here.

I peer up at him and he nods his head towards the box.

Ripping off the tissue paper with the upmost care, you know, just in case there was a bomb in there. It revealed a classic Burberry scarf that laid on top of a now white wool jacket similar to the one that I lost yesterday. The only difference was that the quality was much better and the inner lining had the same pattern that the scarf had. Which only meant one thing.

It was way too expensive of a gift to accept.

I run my fingers gently across the soft fabric, “W-Why?” I shyly ask finally tearing my eyes away from the gift to Jaebum in utter awe.

Jaebum chuckles reaching out his large hand to pat my head gently, “Cause I feel bad destroying your only jacket, you literally poor soul.”

I nodded slowly, “But that doesn’t explain why it has to be Burberry! I can’t accept this!” I exclaim pushing the box of garments back to him.

A flustered blush dusted my cheeks, man who does this guy think he is? Seriously though who was this guy?

Throwing Burberry left and right where I can’t even throw spare change to the homeless on my way to work.

Jaebum sighs playing with the soft material of the wool scarf.

“Why can’t you accept the small gift (Y/N)?”

At his statement I was rendered speechless, “Small gift?”

I thought geez this guy is rolling in dirty money and it honestly made me furious that he sees no value in money for him to spend it so needlessly on materialistic possessions.

“It’s not a small gift! A small gift is like a…I don’t know? A keychain from a convenience store! Or like a ten dollar gift card to Mcdonald’s! I can’t accept this, it literally worths more than my life!” I explain waving my hands frantically for added effect to show Jaebum just how ridiculous this entire situation was.

Jaebum didn’t answer, but instead he drapes the soft scarf acround my neck snuggly.

“Yah, nothing is worth more than your life, you got it?” he chides, his fingers slipping from the scarf to return to his side.

I gingerly touch the soft wool engulfing my neck, almost afraid that I would ruin the much too expensive article of clothing.

“That’s a funny thought considering that you were about to kill me yesterday for costing you 40 grand,” I sarcastically add rolling my eyes.

Jaebum had a fond expression on his face, for some reason he found my defiance endearing when most found it extremely annoying.

“You will never let that go huh?” he chuckles unfolding the jacket from its box.

“You act like this happened years ago and I’m bringing it up. It literally happened yesterday!”

He laughs throwing his head back, he was adorable, his perfect pearly white teeth to his eye smile. I sometimes forget that this man was dangerous.

“I know, it’s just that I feel like we are long friends. You are so casual with me.”

“Who wouldn’t? You attacked me yesterday, we literally unlocked friendship level 7 where we can now share our tragic back stories and each other’s clothes.”

“You’re funny (Y/N),” he says with his cutesy smile, “I guess since we are at friendship level 7, you can kindly accept my gift!”

I wanted to slap the man.

He was adorable.

So I wanted to slap him even more.

“It’s really too much Jaebum. I could pay for my year’s rent with this! What would my landlord think if he sees me wearing this? He will think I’m lying when I tell him that my rent will be late cause I don’t have money!”

Jaebum rolls back and forth on the balls of his feet in thought, “Hmm…move into a better neighbourhood?”

I stare at him as if he was the biggest idiot on earth and he chuckles.

“Who cares what people think?”

“I think I’m scared to get robbed, Jaebum.”

“What happened to Jaebummie?” he pouts playfully causing me to roll my eyes and slightly, not so slightly, cringe.

“He’s dead.”

“I think it’s endearing and cute,” Jaebum says tilting his head side to side.

I want to slap him.

So I did.

“You are so annoying…Jaebummie”

He gingerly rubs the spot on his chest where I assaulted him, “Ahh you are so cute.”

How can a person you met only yesterday be so dotting?

“Aish…you are too much,” I awkwardly pick at the black button on my new wool coat, “Okay, good night, thank you for the gift Jaebummie, and I hope this is the last time I see you.”

He hums with a gentle smile upon his lips, “Ah, ah, ah, I want something in return.”

Great, of course nothing is free in this world. “And what does his majesty want?”

Jaebum chuckles and pushes himself off the side of his car to open the door.

“Wha…” I watch him get into the low sitting vehicle and I groan.

Instead of getting into his passenger seat like he probably expected, I whip open the door to the driver’s side to peer in to see what was his deal.

He innocently looks up with his perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised, “Oh you want to drive?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that mixed in with the scoff, causing the corners of his lips to tug upwards. I shake my head and proceeded to be angry, “No! Where are we going? Are you driving me back home so that we can smash? I’m not a prostitute you know. I can’t be bought!”

Jaebum’s smile never wavered, he reaches a hand out to ruffle my hair, “I just want to get a coffee with you, silly.”

Oh.

I blush, clearing my throat aggressively, “Oh…well…it’s 2 AM!”

He rolls his eyes, “Yah, just get in the car. I won’t do anything weird I promise.”

“You won’t just drop me in the middle of Hicksville?”

“Why would I do such a thing after putting in effort to make sure you stay healthy and warm? Don’t be stupid. Get in, it’s cold outside and you are letting out all the heat escape.”

He had a point.

I nod reluctantly walking over to the other side of the car to slip inside.

The leather was heated and warm, making the long ride extremely comforting especially with the new leather smell that enveloped the air.

I was determined to not fall asleep in this stranger’s car.

I watched as the tenth run down 24 hour coffee shop flew by, seriously where is the man taking me.

“Should I be concerned now?” I casually ask looking over to him.

He scoffs with a cocky smirk, “When will you trust me? I mean we are already at friendship level 7.”

“Hm I don’t know maybe when the bruise on my forehead disappears after you smashed my head into a brick wall.”

Jaebum silently continues to drive without a remark.

He then suddenly pulls the car over and I felt mixed emotions bubble in my stomach. I know I was giving him a hard time but did I cross it this time? He was nothing but nice since after the unpleasant first encounter we had and I was nothing but an asshole.

I sigh, turning to face him to only see that he was intently observing me as well.

“I was just kidding…I didn’t mean it,” I say with a reassuring smile but he didn’t buy it.

Jaebum reaches out and gently brushes my fringe away from my forehead to reveal a dark purple blotch. With the pad of his thumb he gingerly caresses the supple skin on the rather large bump.

“Look, it’s not as bad as it looks. It doesn’t even hurt,” I say pulling away from his heated touch, “Let’s just go get your coffee so that I can go home and sleep.”

Jaebum pulls back into his seat and sighs, looking out the tinted window on his side.

“I’m sorry, regardless if it hurts or not.”

“It’s fine. Did you end up finding the real girl you were after?”

I watch his reflection blink in surprise at the topic change, he turns around to face me and he grins, “Yeah, I got a text from a friend saying that the situation is resolved a few minutes ago.”

“Oh? Why didn’t you go handle it Jaebummie? You lost your confidence after yesterday?” I tease with a laugh and he rolls his eyes.

The silence that followed was comfortable, the air was thinning out, I wasn’t as hostile towards him and he knew it.

“I wanted to make sure you got home safely,” he confesses with a sigh.

He bites his plump lower lip and nervously runs his hand through his gelled back locks, “Also I didn’t want you to catch cold. Without a jacket and all.”

I nonchalantly nod turning to look outside the window at the dark horizon and bashfully smiled.

“Thank you…” I turn around to smile at him and he reciprocates causing the butterflies in my stomach to go wild.

I clear my throat, “Well, keep driving. The faster we are done the faster I get home!” I nervously stutter turning towards the window again.

“Is it really that bad to spend some time with me?” he curiously inquires.

Was it really that bad to spend time with Jaebum? I surprisingly didn’t have much of a problem with him considering the circumstances regarding how we met. However, I still find myself trying my best to give him a hard time. I guess it was my stubbornness that couldn’t accept how easily he got under my skin. No matter how much I wanted to stay mad at him I simply couldn’t due to how charming and sweet his actions are. Damn him.

I was too busy having an internal war with myself that I didn’t realize I never answered his question. However, I guess he deduced that I was rather not fond with him and he let that be considering that he didn’t press on. Jaebum was rather patient tonight I assume, most likely that the woman who was costing his gang a significant loss was finally caught and most likely taken out of the picture for good a few hours ago. I haven’t known the handsome man for long but it was easy to tell that he had an extremely short fuse and he was being quite pleasant for the past half hour since he swooped me off the grungy pub entrance, especially when I was nothing but the opposite of pleasant towards him.

The car ride to wherever Jaebum had planned to go was short lived, mostly due the frightening speeds the man drove at. The entire duration of the ride lasted about 20 minutes and we pulled up in a nice neighbourhood in front of a small single detached café. I peer through the generously sized windows to see an elegantly decorated interior, I got rather excited until my eyes landed on the wooden plaque with cursive that read “closed”. Of course such a place would definitely not be open for business during this ungodly hour at 2:30 AM.

“Why are we here Jaebum? It’s closed…” I pout squinting towards the open hours chart, “…4 hours ago.”

He softly smiles placing a hand on the small of my back. The tall male guides me towards the spotless glass door and pulls the handle, and much to my surprise the door opens to the warm and sweet aroma filled space.

“I got the place rented out for the night,” he explains indifferently, pulling out my chair. And people thought that chivalry was dead.

I sit down and watch Jaebum curiously as he takes a seat adjacent from mine. He pushes his hair back before lazily propping his elbow on the table to hold up the menu. I clear my throat before doing the same. How does one be so casual yet extremely alluring? It was also amusing that such a person like Jaebum would be caught seen in this scenery, it was quite refreshing. His masculine features and his for the lack of a better word, fuck boy clothes, were at a harsh contrast with the muted pastels that painted the walls and the dainty floral teacups that sat on equally dainty plates on lacy doilies on an extremely Instagram-able ivory marble table. I smile behind the menu as I intently continue to watch his rather bored expression as he continues reading the menu.

It was all fun and games until I took a good look at the menu and my stomach dropped through the floor and all the way to the deeps of hell. These prices are ridiculous! Probably because they need the income to pay for the excessive fancy décor that littered the place. An old regular cup of coffee costs $5 and any specialty drinks started at $9. Not to mention the selection of desserts where the cheapest one started at the very reasonable price of $15. I barely had time to decide on what to order as a petite female makes her way to our table to take our orders. She smiles warmly but I could see how her eyes tiredly twitched.

“What can I get you today?” she sweetly asks with a smile.

I nervously hand her the menu with a bashful smile, “Just a cup of water will be okay thank you.”

I mean, water is free here right? Then again I wouldn’t be surprised if they charged me $10 for a cup of tap water. In my quake of nervousness he flashes me a quick glance before looking up at the waitress.

“Just get her a caramel macchiato or something, I’ll take a black coffee.”

I gape at Jaebum, why was the man ordering for me? I don’t have money to drop on such extravagant liquids. I silently watch him as he continues to order and I was about to drop dead when he said what every rich man says in those cliché films, “And the entire dessert selection you have at the moment will be fine.”

After ordering he gives me a soft smile before turning towards his phone that vibrated against the marble table that I would be able to cover the cost for tonight with the enormous bill that was coming my way. “Sorry, I need to take this,” he smiles apologetically getting up to take a step outside. I nod politely and as soon as the door closed behind him I rummaged through my purse for my wallet. Please have money, please have money, I pray squeezing my eyes shut. After channeling my magic into my pathetic wallet I opened it to see a wrinkly ten dollar bill. I wheezed – causing the waitress to pop her head up from behind the barista counter. I flash her a pained grin before casting my gaze down to the sorry sight. I surely had more than 10 dollars! I fumbled with the zipper on the coin department and aggressively poured all the change I had on the table. I was halfway counting the nickels I owned when I was interrupted by the screeching of a chair against the hard wood floor. I looked up to see Jaebum curiously watching the pathetic scene before him. He chuckles reaching a hand out to pat my head gently.

“Don’t worry about the bill, silly.”

“But…but you said I owe you a coffee,” I pout allowing him to ruffle my hair.

“I said, I want to get a coffee with you not buy me a coffee. Besides, usually when someone asks you out on a coffee date they don’t want you to pay for their drink. They usually want your time, no?”

He had a very valid point. But that still made me feel awful for not being able to repay him in anyway for his generous gifts. I nod in defeat, scooping up the change that would make even a homeless person laugh. The waitress made her way over to our table with our overpriced beverages which I timidly took a sip from.

“You really have nothing more than that crumpled up ten dollar bill?” he teasingly asks while taking a sip of his black coffee. Even though it was true that my state was very pathetic I hated when people pointed it out, especially filthy rich people like him.

“Jaebum you are a horrible person,” I mumble under my breath just loud enough for him to hear.

“I guess since you really don’t want me here I’ll just leave~” he chimes getting up from his seat.

“Ah! No wait!” I splutter putting down my cup to frantically reach out to hold his hand.

He smiles smugly lacing his long slender fingers with mine giving me a gentle squeeze. I blush pulling my hand away to give my ceramic cup the death grip.

“I-It’s not like I want you here or anything, I just can’t pay for the bill, okay?” I wasn’t completely lying but I also didn’t necessary not want him here either. The grin plastered on his face showed that he knew as well.

“How are you so broke anyways?” He asks taking another sip from his cup.

“Well I’m a student what else is there than that? And you should’ve known that since you stalk-” I couldn’t finish my sentence as I feasted my eyes on the waitress that was barely seen behind the huge silver tier that was loaded to the brim with cakes and various sweets that she was struggling to carry. She plopped it onto the table with a heavy thud and a cheery “Enjoy!”

I couldn’t even see Jaebum now. I peer around the tier and mouthed a “holy shit” causing him to throw his head back in laughter. The selection was amazing, I didn’t even know they had this stuff as I was too busy staring at the prices earlier. There were macarons of every colour, multiple kinds of mille crepes, cream puffs, every cake flavour imaginable, mousse cups, and an assortment of cookies. I peer over at Jaebum again and he tilts his head gesturing to the sweets, “Well go on.”

Without another moment to waste I reach out for a macaron and popped it into my mouth, and I almost cried at how delicious that tiny thing was. I barely finished swallowing the sweet before I got my hands on a matcha flavoured mille crepe. As I was about to stick my fork into the delicately layered cake I look up to Jaebum to see that he haven’t even moved an inch to help himself.

“Jaebummie? Why aren’t you eating?” I ask shoving a piece of fluffy crepe into my mouth.

“Ah I’m not really into sweets,” he admits sipping at his bitter coffee again, “But go ahead and enjoy yourself.”

“Then why the hell did you order all this?!?” I exclaim causing him to chuckle in which he quickly reasons by saying, “Well I didn’t know what you like.”

I shake my head with flustered cheeks scooting my chair closer to his. Shovelling a piece of cake onto the fork I raise it up to Jaebum’s lips in which he stubbornly does not open. I sigh reaching out to squeeze his cheeks forcing his lips to part in a kissy face fashion.

“Say ahhh Jaebummie!” I tease causing him to roll his eyes but nonetheless part his lips allowing the sweet fluffy treat to slip in.

I watch intently for his reaction and it definitely did not fall short. His usual steely gaze softened and became practically blissful as the corners of his lips curled up. We both tried to hide things between one another but similar to how he could easily read through me I could do the same for him. He was definitely lying when he said that he didn’t like sweets.

“Now that wasn’t so bad right?” I giggle resuming to finish off the slice so that I could pick out a next delicious piece, “You know there’s nothing wrong with being a scary big bad guy who enjoys cute dainty desserts served on doilies.”

“I don’t know, it sounds like you are already judging,” he sighs in defeat but not failing to reach out for a cookie.

“I’m not judging,” I admit giving him a reassuring smile, “I think it’s cute. Scary monster by day and cookie monster by night.”

If I had a dollar for every time I make Jaebum roll his eyes I would be rich. He was cute being all pissed off in his all black attire while stuffing his face with desserts. I only wished it wouldn’t be considered creepy if I could just take out my phone right now to snap a picture of him so that I could essentially stare at it forever, or use it as blackmail if it was ever necessary.

By the time of 4:00 AM we were halfway through the desserts and were too stuffed to eat anymore. Despite being reluctant to come I had a wonderful time with Jaebum. No matter how much I rather not admit it, he was good company. I yawn placing down my fork. Thankfully Jaebum noticed my drowsiness most likely itis induced if it weren’t caused by the ungodly hour that was 4:00 AM. He kindly got the cheque and placed down four crisp $100 bills causing an unexpected wheeze to escape my lungs.

“Oh my god Jaebum…”

“Don’t worry let’s go,” his eyes turn into little crescents as he passes me a large take away box that held all the desserts that we couldn’t finish. He was letting me keep the leftovers too? This was the best date ever! I hug the box tightly to my chest as I thank the waitress who worked way over time, before contently skipping back to Jaebum’s car. The car ride back to my apartment was quiet, mostly because I was falling asleep, not because I was personally trying to give him a hard time. I lethargically watch as the scenery changed from high-end boutiques and cafes to dingy pizzeria joints and pubs, signalling that I was getting closer to home. Jaebum pulls up to my apartment and being the gentleman he was, he parked his car and walked me up to my room where we both find ourselves in the same awkward situation similar to yesterday.

“I’m sorry…” I sigh picking at the Bristol board edges of the take away box.

“For what?” Jaebum asks genuinely confused as to why I would be apologizing.

“For giving you nothing but a hard time,” I confess shifting my weight on one foot to the other.

Jaebum scoffs with a smile that reaches his chocolate brown eyes. He reaches a hand out and gently ruffles my hair affectionately. I pout at him ruining my hair yet again.

“Good night (Y/N).”

“It’s technically morning,” I explain matter-of-factly resulting in him to do his signature eye roll.

The tall and undeniably handsome man waved his hand in dismissal, taking a few steps backwards before turning around to make his own way home. However, before he could get very far, I quickly call out his name successfully stopping him in his tracks. He tilts his head so that I had the perfect view of his profile where the two cute tiny moles on his eyes were on full display.

“Thank you Jaebummie!”

“I’ll see you around,” he smirks rather smugly.

And surprisingly I found myself anticipating for our next encounter, unlike yesterday where I wanted nothing more to do with him. I wait until he disappears behind the corner before I slip into the apartment. Only then did I allow the high-pitched schoolgirl squeal leave my lips.

2:04 AM

I lock up the door like routine, the only difference was that I was ten times more tired than usual. Yesterday’s late night outing left me drained considering that I had less than 4 hours of sleep before I had to go attend my early morning class. After checking the lock twice, I turn around to see nothing out of the usual. I guess Jaebum wasn’t going to come anymore after ‘making it up’ to me for jumping me the other night. I sigh heavily full of disappointment as I drag my feet down the littered street back home. My blood ran cold as a black Ferrari pulls up right beside me on the curb. I literally haven’t walked ten steps from the pub and I was already approached. However, to my pleasant surprise the tinted window rolled down to only reveal Jaebum.

“Sorry I’m late, I got caught up with something,” he explains flashing me his precious crescent eyed smile.

I purse my lips nodding slowly, “I thought you weren’t coming…”

“Don’t be silly, get in the car it’s cold out.”

I slip into the passenger seat and similar to his other car, the confined compartment smelled of new leather.

“Where are we going today?” I yawn looking out the window.

“Home, sorry I didn’t have anything planned tonight. I need to go deal with something after,” he sighs obviously not looking forward to whatever he had to do.

I gasp, “Don’t tell me…” I lower my voice to a mere whisper, “Are you going to assassinate someone?”

Jaebum snorts at my wild accusation, “I’m not some assassin. To be honest I wouldn’t even consider us as a gang.”

I look up to him curiously, have a gotten it wrong? Was he actually not apart of the underground society?

“We’re more similar to the mafia,” he casually explains with a shrug.

I choke on my spit a bit before I could get a word out, “How is that any different?!” I finally exclaim.

Jaebum grins with another shrug, “It’s more classy!”

I mumble under my breath. Man was definitely crazy. Thank god he seemed to have liked me enough, or else with the amount of attitude I have given him in the span of two days would’ve ended my life and probably my next of kin as well.

“Well since you have much more important matters at hand I can walk home tonight! Thanks for the ride!” I hastily exclaim looking for the handle of the car door. Jaebum chuckles reaching over to place a hand on my smaller clammy one that gripped on the handle. He pulls my hand to gently place it back on my lap. Jaebum caresses my knuckles with the pad of his thumb before shyly retracting his hand to grip the steering wheel when he realized what he was doing. Shortly he pulls up to my apartment where he parks and walks me up to my room.

I look up at him shyly, “You know…you don’t have to come pick me up. I don’t want to be a nuisance to you.”

“I’ll always come escort you home, unless you find a better job with a better schedule and in a better area. But I’m going to be honest with you, even then I would come pick you up.”

At his little confession I felt the butterflies in my stomach flutter. How does one say something so easily to someone they practically just met? I timidly grin nodding at his sweet words, “That makes me happy,” I confess myself.

The corner of his lips twitches upwards at my unexpected confession. It seemed like there was something else he wanted to say but the vibrating in his pocket made him dismiss whatever he had on mind. He pulled his phone from his pocket and illuminated the screen, and whatever that was on the screen caused him to pull his bottom lip between his lips in agitation. “Well I need to get going now, you should go get some rest (Y/N).”

Without waiting for my reply he quickly turns around in a hurry. My heart hammers against my chest as I was at war with myself, my brain said no but my body reacted by itself and lunged forward. I grab onto his bulging bicep, “Wait!”

He stops abruptly to look down at me. I look up at him with flush cheeks, “I…” I stutter letting go of his arm, “Please stay safe…” I mumble looking deeply into his chocolate brown orbs. Instead of replying, he pulls me into a strong embrace engulfing me in his warmth and comforting musk scent. I wrap my arms around his back and buried my face into the crook of his neck as his face became flush against my scarf.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

1:55 AM

Throughout the entire day I worried about Jaebum seeing that I had no other way to check if he was alright until I finish work and hopefully see him at the front. I peep out the little window I just cleaned and there wasn’t a vehicle in sight. Deciding that he was probably caught up in something again I slip on my new winter coat bracing myself for the cold winter night waiting for me on the other side.

The headlights from a car outside seeped into the pub illuminating a bright strip across the bar. I excitedly run up to the window to peer outside but it was too dark to make out anything. Abruptly the front door flies open causing me to jump with a shrilling scream. I timidly peer at the two intruders from behind a booth that I hid in. They both were tall in stature with bleached blonde hair and wore all black, one in a long frock coat while the other dressed more casually in a bomber jacket.

“Sorry we’re closed!” I call out from behind the safety of my cushiony backseat.

The one with the bomber jacket follows my voice and cocks an eyebrow when he finally sees me pathetically hiding behind the booth. He suddenly giggles like a little girl completely washing away the scary aura that earlier radiated from him.

“Awww baby! You are cute! Mark she is actually cute!” he exclaims wildly gesturing for the quieter one, Mark to come closer.

Mark pinches the arch of his slim nose in annoyance, “JB won’t be happy if he hears that you are making her uncomfortable,” he takes a few steps closer approaching me with a soft smile, “Just ignore Jackson. JB sent us to pick escort you home today.”

I nod slowly, suddenly at ease when I realized that the two were sent by Jaebum, but that just set another wave of nerves to hit my gut. After a moment I was finally able to form words, “I-Is…Jaebummie okay?”

The one who was called Jackson scrunched up his face and clutched his heart, “The one who you call lovingly, Jaebummie, is dead!” he screams. My mouth drops open along with my stomach and I look towards Mark, who seems a little more reliable than drama queen Jackson. Mark rolls his eyes, “JB isn’t dead, but Jackson will be if he finds out that he called him Jaebummie.”

I sigh out in relief, I can’t believe I am so gullible specially when Jackson was so obviously poking fun, “Mark? Is he okay?”

“JB? Yeah he’s fine,” the handsome blonde smiles warmly, “He just has something to deal with is all.”

I nod with a small smile of my own, “Ahh thank god…” I mumble with a relived sigh.

Jackson suddenly beams and runs towards the stools in front of the bar. I raise my brow at his unusual antics as I watch him do a 360 spin in his seat, “Since we are at a bar, let’s have some drinks!”

“Jackson, we are supposed to deliver her home immediately,” Mark groans but didn’t put up a fight, apparently this happens often seeing how fast he compliantly plops in the seat beside the over hyper male.

I quickly got up from the booth and made my way around the bar, “Well what can I get you?” I grin.

When Jaebum proclaimed that his group was more mafia than gang because they were classy, he wasn’t kidding. Jackson ordered, and I quote, “the most expensive whiskey on the rocks you can make at this ghetto ass bar”, while Mark went with a simple gin and tonic cocktail. I awkwardly shift my weight from foot to foot waiting for them to take their first sip. And much to my delight the drinks were satisfactory enough for their delicate taste buds.

“It tastes like ass but I know it’s made with love so I’ll finish it,” Jackson, the one I deem the funny one, comments causing me to giggle.

“I know this is a sensitive topic but…what do you guys do?” I nervously ask tapping away at the wood countertop.

Jackson looks towards Mark who shrugs, “We don’t really do much to be honest. Things have been running smoothly only until recently.”

I nod even though I had no idea what he was spouting about. Regardless Mark continued his explanation.

“We run about half of Gangnam at the moment, the usual: drug trafficking, prostitution, smuggling, and the occasional weapons dealing,” Mark explains nonchalantly as I nervously nod along as if these things didn’t shock me.

“S-So…are you the mafia boss?”

At my confrontation Jackson bursts out in laughter slamming his hand on the grubby counter. Mark gives me a polite smile and shakes his head, “No, that’s JB.”

I choke on my spit at the new shocking discovery, not only was Jaebum apart of some mafia organization he was the leader of it all? How can such a sweet guy be involved in such heinous crimes? Considering if we dismiss how we got off at the wrong foot, he has been nothing but kind and doting.

“J-Jaebummie?” I whisper and Mark reaffirms with a nod. “But he’s so sweet and caring and not scary at all!”

At that, Jackson snorts, “Maybe to you. But from what we hear from him he cares a lot about you so it would only make sense if he treats you well.”

Blood rushes to my cheeks and I gingerly scratch my cheek, “He cares about me? But why?”

The blonde duo shrug simultaneously, “That’s something only he can tell you.”

Despite the two consuming alcohol, the drive back home was quite smooth. Mark waited in the car while Jackson walked me up to my room despite assuring him that the long two minute trek would be safe enough for me to handle. He waits in the hall until I got my door unlocked, “Okay Jackson! I think I’ll be fine from here on out.” I giggle causing him to smile as well.

“Well I hope so, or else JB will have my head.”

“Speaking of your scary boss, is it okay if I ask for his number?” I ask rocking on the balls of my feet.

The muscular blonde laughs throwing his head back, “It’s only been a day and you already miss him that much? Are you two in love~” he teases puckering up his lips causing me to cringe comically.

“No! It’s not like that! I just want to tell him how horrible of a job you done!” I tease holding out my phone for him. Jackson rolls his eyes but takes the device anyways.

He hands back my phone and the screen illuminated a new contact saved under J ♥, I shyly smile up at Jackson, “Thanks.”

“No problem!”

“Really! Thanks for this and for the ride home. Please tell Mark I say thanks as well!”

“No wonder JB takes a liking to you. So precious, too precious for this cruel world!” Jackson cries in agony causing a snort to leave my nose, “Aishh just get home safely you drama queen.”

I close the door after waving goodbye to Jackson, the hyper human puppy, who also doubled as a scary mafia member but I’ll over look that for now. I look at the clock in my living room and it read 3:46 AM. Was it too late to message Jaebum now? Or should I message him at a more reasonable time? I was at war with myself until I settled on the latter, the last thing I want to do is be a bother to him especially after Mark told me that it’s been rough the past few couple of days for him.

I hop into the shower for a quick rinse before happily flopping onto my bed. I curl up in my thick layer of blankets with my phone still in hand. I turn on the screen to see J ♥ again and I just couldn’t help myself, so I messaged him dismissing my entire conflict about messaging him earlier.

4:02 AM

[Y/N]: Jaebummie! Guess who? J

My heart hammers against my ribs and my hands get clammy against my phone. As instant as I sent the message I felt regret, was my text too flirtatious? Why couldn’t I be normal for once and went with a simple, ‘Hi this is [Y/N]. Sup?’ I groan tossing and turning in my burrito blanket as I waited for the reply that I most likely wont receive. The internal conflict was so strong I almost didn’t feel the vibration of my phone against my palm. I throw off the blanket and unlocked my phone.

4:05 AM

J ♥: Hey jagiya. (:

My heart hammers against my ribs again but for a completely different reason. With shaky hands I frantically type up a reply.

4:06 AM

[Y/N]: Is everything okay?

4:07 AM

J ♥: Yeah.

I rack my brain for ways that I could keep the seemingly dying conversation going. But before I finish typing, another message popped up from Jaebum.

4:07 AM

J ♥: I just miss yOUuouUOUOUOuouououuuu ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

And at that moment I knew I wasn’t talking to Jaebum.

4:08 AM

[Y/N]: Jackson I’m going to kill you!!! ㅠㅠ

J ♥: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

J ♥: I’m sorry don’t tell JB :’( I’m too young to die

J ♥: [phone]

[Y/N]: Is that Mark’s number?

J ♥: I swear, it’s JB’s!

I groan rolling over onto my stomach, so the J stood for Jackson not Jaebum, that little piece of shit. I stare at the new number which supposedly is Jaebum’s but I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened to be Jackson’s fifth phone. I guess there was only one way to find out.

4:14 AM

[Y/N]: Hi is this Jaebum?

4:25 AM

Jaebum^^: Who’s asking?

[Y/N]: (Y/N) :)

Jaebum^^: (Y/N)? How did you get my number?

[Y/N]: Jackson

[Y/N]: I hope you don’t mind though!

Jaebum^^: Of course I don’t.

[Y/N]: Is this a bad time? I heard from Mark that you are busy.

[Y/N]: Sorry I shouldn’t have messaged.

Jaebum^^: Are you stupid? I’m glad you messaged. Jackson didn’t give you a hard time did he?

I squint at the glowering bright screen for a moment deciding if I wanted Jackson dead.

[Y/N]: No Jackson was nice :) so was Mark. Is everything okay Jaebum?

[Y/N]: Like yesterday…and tonight. Nothing bad happened right?

Jaebum^^: Nothing that you should be worried about.

The conversation was dying and I had no idea how to save it. It could just be how Jaebum texts but he didn’t sound like he wanted to talk to me, which was reasonable considering that I’m messaging him in the early morning of 4 AM.

[Y/N]: You aren’t hurt right?

Jaebum^^: I’m okay (Y/N). You should go sleep it’s late.

[Y/N]: Okay.

Jaebum^^: I’ll talk to you later okay?

[Y/N]: Okay.

Jaebum^^: Are you upset with me?

[Y/N]: Why would I be?

Jaebum^^: Silly, don’t feel like I don’t want to talk to you. I’m just a little tired. I’ll pick you up tomorrow since you don’t have class and we can spend the entire day together if that’s what you want.

[Y/N]: Is that what you want?

Jaebum^^: Of course.

[Y/N]: Okay :)

Jaebum^^: Now that’s my girl, I’ll see you soon. Good night.

I lock my phone and place it on my nightstand, I was a little hurt at how cold and distant he seemed but his last message got my heart beating miles per minute. Then again, I was extremely clingy to him when we are barely considered to be friends. Or maybe he was with his girlfriend or something…after all I don’t know Jaebum. I groan rolling restlessly around my small twin sized mattress that sat on the floor. I knew I shouldn’t have texted him, now I won’t have a peaceful night’s rest as I would be running scenarios of where I went wrong in my head all night long.

Regardless of how certain I was that the night was going to be rough I ended up sleeping like a baby until early noon. And that was only because I was awoken by the endless vibration of my phone chattering against the bedside table. Groaning I roll over to reach out for the annoying piece of plastic, upon unlocking the device I was surprised with seven new text messages.

10:04 AM

Jaebum^^: Good morning [Y/N]! Are you awake yet?

10:47 AM

Jaebum^^: Yahhh sleepy headddd

10:56 AM

Jaebum^^: Stop ignoring me :(

11:08 AM

Jaebum^^: You’re probably still sleeping like a babyyy!

11:10 AM

Jaebum^^: Jagiii

Jaebum^^: Oh fuck

Jaebum^^: I didn’t mean to send that

I giggle at his least few text messages.

[Y/N]: Jaebummie?

Jaebum^^: Let’s go out to eat. I’m hungry.

[Y/N]: Ehhh I’m too tired I don’t want to.

Jaebum^^: I thought so, open the door :)

[Y/N]: WHAT

Jaebum^^: I’m outside.

[Y/N]: Hence the WHAT

[Y/N]: I’m still in bed!

Jaebum^^: Food is getting cold

[Y/N]: But I’m a mess!!! Give me a few minutes!

Jaebum^^: When are you never a mess though? Just open the door, idiot.

[Y/N]: ㅠㅠ

Jaebum^^: I’m just teasing. You are always cute.

Jaebum^^: Five minutes, you better open the door or else I’m going to break it. To be very honest it looks flimsy. You should really replace it.

I quickly jump out of bed and ran towards the bathroom to do my usual morning routine but ten times more quickly. Jaebum being Jaebum would probably break down my door just for the shits and giggles so I was not taking any chances. I cared about my face and the bareness of it but I cared more for the door that I couldn’t afford to replace so I opted out for makeup this morning and decided to just open the door for the impatient man. I threw the door open to see a finely dressed Jaebum with his usual leather jacket, and that was when I realized I forgot to change out of my pajamas.

“Nice Ryan Bear pjs,” Jaebum snorts, walking into the small apartment.

I stutter with flushed cheeks, “In my defense they are a matching set with my brother and he got them for me!”

“I think they’re cute,” Jaebum smirks placing down the two stuffed plastic bags on the kitchen counter.

“Make yourself at home. I’m gonna change,” I groan rolling my eyes causing Jaebum to laugh.

“There’s no need for you to change. You look so adorable and comfortable. Let’s just eat okay?” he suggests walking towards me where I continued to stay planted by the front door.

I give in and nod as he genuinely thought that the pajamas were cute instead of simply teasing me. He contently claps his hands together with his crescent eyed smile before he shrugs out of his leather jacket leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt and dark washed blue jeans. Jaebum casually walks back into the kitchen where I couldn’t help but give him a good once over as he passes by, not only because he looked unreal but also I was still concerned that he may be injured from his previous night activities. When there were no evident signs of injuries I couldn’t hold myself back as I gently pull him into a back hug.

“I’m glad you are safe,” I smile against his shoulder blades, pulling away as quickly as I embraced him allowing no awkward time to linger or time for him to shrug me off if he decided that he didn’t want a hug.

Jaebum blinks in confusion as he halts in his actions in opening his styrofoam takeout box. He tilts his head innocently which causes me to smile up at him, “Let’s eat!” I suggest grabbing the unopened bag. I untie the knot of the plastic bag to pull out two takeout boxes. The first one held strawberries, bananas, and a ramekin of syrup. I look up at Jaebum who gestures his head towards the second container. I easily pop open the top of the second box to reveal a stack of fluffy warm chocolate chip pancakes. I outwardly gasp and Jaebum was more than content with my reaction as he stretches a hand out to ruffle my already messy bedhead, “Eat up.”

After finishing our delicious warm pancakes we flopped onto the couch to watch some Sunday cartoons. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my full stomach or if the cartoons weren’t as interesting as usual I started to feel sleepy again. I start to nod off and once my head found the perfect spot against Jaebum’s shoulder I immediately fell asleep.

Similar to how I woke up that morning, I was also awoken by the obnoxious ringing of a phone. But thankfully someone picked up, putting an end to the violent vibrating of the device against the coffee table. Still hazy from the nap I didn’t realize that I was subconsciously hugging something warm until that something started to speak sending vibrations into my body.

“What is it? You better have a good reason to be contacting me when I told everyone not to,” the voice practically growls into the phone.

With a yawn I look up with heavy eyes to see the sharp jawline of the handsome Jaebum. I groan squeezing his waist, “Jaebummie…”

Jaebum quickly changed his tone to a much sweeter one as he looked down at me, “Shhh just one second,” he smiles softly before assaulting the person on the line again.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He jolts up, “Okay, I’ll be over immediately.”

Jaebum groans throwing his head back against the couch, I smile taking his hand into mine and giving him a light squeeze, “Is everything alright?” His eyes met mine and instantly they softened exponentially.

“Yeah, I just need to go sort something out,” he sighs still unwilling to move from his comfortable position on the couch.

“It’s okay, I need to go to work soon anyways.”

Jaebum nods, “I’ll drop you off then.”

I nod slowly copying his actions, “I don’t want to seem nosy but…is the thing you are going to sort out dangerous?”

He chuckles sitting up on the couch, “If you keep worrying about what I do you will never be happy,” he explains combing his fingers through my hair to secure it behind my ear, “I’ll be just fine. Worry about your own health first, those hours you work will take a toll on you and I don’t want that.”

I look down in my lap trying my very best to avoid eye contact with his warm chocolate ones, “Is it strange that I worry about you? Even though we haven’t known each other for more than a few days?” I shyly ask.

Jaebum’s index and middle finger tips my chin up so that I looked directly into his eyes, “No, that just proves that you have a good heart,” he lets out a breathy laugh, “What’s strange is that someone like me who does nothing but harm people for a living is constantly worried sick about some cute dumb little girl.”

I frown, “I’m dumb?”

He chuckles, “I’m just teasing. Let’s get you to work okay?”

-

Jaebum pulls up to my most dreaded place on earth, the crummy pub that I spent most of my days in. He shifts the gear into park but I was reluctant to get out. I look at the pub, my hands, back at the pub and finally at Jaebum.

“You aren’t doing anything dangerous right?” I ask shakily picking at my fingers, “I know what you said about not worrying about you but I just can’t okay? You can’t just feed me warm pancakes and just leave on a suicide mission of some sort and not tell me. So just tell me the truth…please.”

It felt good to finally get it off my chest but now I sat there with clammy hands and armpits waiting for his reply. The corner of his lips pulls upwards, “It makes me happy that you care so much about me but I’ll be fine. Trust me.”

“Jaebum…please tell me what’s going on,” I whisper, eyes brimming with hot tears from frustration.

“Shhh,” he smiles leaning forward to squish my cheeks, “Okay, I’ll tell you everything okay just don’t cry.”

I sniffle nodding my head between his calloused hands, “Okay Jaebummie.”

“That’s my girl…” he grins with crescent eyes, “The meeting with a rival gang got pushed to tonight because one of their members jumped one of my guys. We are just going to talk it out.”

“Talk it out?” I sob, hot tears streaming down my face, “Gangsters don’t talk it out! You guys are going to beat each other up in a pulp until one of you stops breathing! Do you think I’m stupid!?”

The next thing that happened was unexpected to say in the least. With my face still between his hands, Jaebum leans forward closing the little space we had between us. His eyes flutter to my parted lips before looking back up into my eyes. I close my eyes giving him the permission he was waiting for and without a moment to spare he presses his soft plump lips against mine. The fire in my stomach spiralled out of control, I didn’t even kiss him back before he quickly pulled away.

“I’ll see you later,” he smirks.

“Wait…I didn’t even…” I bashfully mutter with flushed cheeks, “…kiss you back…”

“Tonight, that’ll give you something to look forward to.”

“No Jaebum, I want you – it now,” I stumble over my words nervously.

Jaebum smiles rolling his eyes, “You know I can’t say no to you.”

“Good,” I breathe placing both hands on his cheeks and bringing him back towards me.

I press my lips against his and he eagerly moulds his lips against mine. I couldn’t help the temptation to nip at his bottom lip, so I did and much to my pleasant surprise he parts his mouth for me. Gently massaging his tongue with mine a soft groan rumbles through his chest as the usually dominant male became putty in my hands. I pull away first and Jaebum chases my lips, before the string of saliva could break, his lips were against mine again. I moan as his tongue darts back into my warm cavern. My hands slide from his cheeks to tangle themselves into his raven locks while Jaebum’s slid down my back to give my arse a firm squeeze. I groan tugging his hair back causing his head to roll back as well, “Jaebum…” I pant, “I’ll see you later.”

“Stay safe,” he sighs pushing his dishevelled hair back.

“I should be saying that to you, idiot. Stay safe Jaebummie.”

12:24 AM

I yawn wiping at the wet residue rings left on the counter from asshole customers who refuse to use coasters. Only one more hour and I can close shop I mentally groan throwing the towel into the sink. And only one hour and a half more until I see Jaebum again.

I sigh thinking back to what happened a few hours ago and I smile bashfully touching my lips still feeling his plump ones against them. I really wonder where our relationship stood, but regardless where we are I know it was mutual. Just as blissful thoughts fill my head I was quickly snapped out of it when my co-worker groans loudly slamming the cup she held in her hand against the counter causing me to jump.

“Great, we won’t be leaving early. Looks like a table of 7 just walked in,” she complains standing up on her tippy toes to get a better view of the group, “Well at least they are cute…maybe one of them will take me home,” she winks quickly scurrying off to snatch a man or two.

“I…I guess I’ll just be here…” I sigh in defeat as I look around the bar to only see old geezers as my co-worker ran to seat the apparently bunch of cuties at a booth in her section.

I didn’t have much time to mope seeing that I was being called “Hey girly!” left and right to top off drinks. I really need to find a less demeaning job, I thought to myself for the umpteen time tonight. But sadly I really needed the tips to pay off this month’s rent, “Coming right up, sir!” I chirp with the biggest grin I could muster up.

“And there you are!” I cheer happily placing a pint of beer, must I might add –on a coaster, for the last tipsy man who called me ‘girly’ to get my attention. He throws his head back and chortles grabbing my hand from the glass to give it a big wet slobbery kiss. I mentally scream wanting nothing but to scrub the skin off my hand but for the sake of tips I giggle girlishly, subtly slipping my hand away as he rambles on how he wants to take me home tonight. I suck in a deep breath with clenched fists as I listen to him objectify me. I hated it. This happens every night, maybe that’s why I found a strong admiration to Jaebum, he treated the poor girl working a dead end job like me like a princess and never failed to make me feel special. I sigh thinking about him, I really hope he is safe or at least not dying somewhere in the alley. I quickly excuse myself in a voice that even managed to annoyed myself before scrubbing my hands clean with soap. Finally I gave in to check my phone to see if Jaebum or Jackson left any new messages for me, but alas there was none but a stupid notification from some Facebook game request a person who I haven’t talked to since high school sent me.

“Yah (Y/N)! Get off your phone and go check out those cute guys. They are all so handsome!” My co-worker squeals nodding her head towards the back of the bar, “Just don’t look at the one with his hair pushed back! That one is mine! He’s so fucking hot.”

I shrug rolling my eyes, “I don’t care. You can take whoever you want, I’m trying to make money tonight not get an some STD, okay?”

“Ahh you are no fun! But like...would you mind if I left early?” She smirks wiggling her eyebrows. This wasn’t new. That’s one of the main reasons why I always locked up the pub by myself at 2 AM, she usually ditches the last hour of her shift when she finds a suitable man for the night.

“I don’t mind,” I shrug indifferently.

“Okay good because my man is making his way over right now!” She squeals frantically fixing her hair, “How do I look?”

“Desperate,” I laugh pushing her away.

“Hey girly!” a voice calls out for the fifteenth time in the past half hour and I outwardly groan, “I have a name!” I turn around to see my favourite towering male fixed in a fitted black leather jacket. He smirks, “I know, jagiya.”

I gasp running out from behind the bar to throw my arms around Jaebum’s neck, “Jaebummie!”

He softly chuckles wrapping his strong arms around my waist, picking me up off the ground, “Told you there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” I sigh out in relief rolling my eyes.

“Wait…jagiya? You both are a thing?” my co-worker quirks a brow in disbelief.

My heart hammers against my chest and I didn’t know what to say. So I did what I did best, nervously giggle and look up to Jaebum to speak on my behalf. Who without hesitation nods pulling me into a tight back hug.

That was the first time I saw her get rejected and she didn’t take it very well, instead of just accepting it and moving on she questioned Jaebum, “Then why were you ogling at me earlier?”

I found Jaebum’s expression amusing. He raises a brow before coming into realization and his eyes disappear into little crescents, “Sorry, if I gave you the wrong message. I was actually looking at this little one.”

Apparently Jaebum’s charm worked on everyone regardless if it was rejection or affection because she smiles, “That’s okay. Kinda sucks though cause you are really hot.” Even though I was only aware that Jaebum and I were in a relationship at the same time my co-worker found out, like a minute ago, I was surprised when jealously so quickly flooded in my veins. So I was even more surprised when the next few words escaped from my mouth.

“Please don’t objectify him like that. He’s someone much more than his looks and I really care about him.”

She scoffs, “Chill (Y/N), I’m not some home wrecker. You go do you, yall both cute though. I’m just surprised that someone like him would like someone cute and innocent like you…and to be honest it’s extremely adorable.”

“O-Oh…” I shyly stutter, “Sorry I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Nah don’t worry about it. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go hit on his friends,” she excitedly shimmies away with a bottle of Patron in each hand.

“Aren’t you cute protecting me for a change?” Jaebum chuckles against the shell of my ear causing shivers to run down my spine.

A string of giggles left my lips at the ticklish sensation, “Jaebummie let go! I need to get back to work!”

“Not before getting one kiss you don’t,” he childishly suggests sticking out his cheek. I roll my eyes giving him a quick innocent peck, “There! Now shoo! Go protect your friends!”

“I think it’s you who needs protecting…” Jaebum sighs as he watches the man who earlier gave me a hard time approach us.

“Hey pretty boy,” the man snarls, “That one’s mine. Go find yourself another girl.”

I watch intently as Jaebum’s muscles rippled through his body and I knew I had to stop him before I had to sign papers for witnessing a death at my workplace. I tightly grip Jaebum’s tense shoulder, “It’s okay Jaebum…I really need his tip so please just go.” I don’t know why I even tried knowing fully well that whatever I say would fall upon death ears when all Jaebum could see was red. So I wasn’t at all surprised when the next thing that happened was Jaebum’s fist connecting with the brawny man’s nose. I mean it could’ve been worse, knowing Jaebum he could’ve pulled out a gun and open fired.

The man clutched onto his bleeding nose and tried to make a beeline for the exit without paying for the bill and importantly without giving me my tip. But conveniently Jackson caught the man by his collar, “Ah ah ah, I think you are forgetting something!”

The man throws a few bills at floor and Jackson wasn’t having any of his attitude. I was already grateful that the bill was paid for but Jackson went the extra mile. “Pick that fucking shit up and put it in my hand!” The poor man did what he said. “Now –apologize to the lovely barista.” Which the man also did, “Good boy, and lastly don’t forget that big enormous generous tip!”

I look up at Jaebum who stood there with a content smirk on his face. Was this what the work of a gangster looked like? I was a quite scared but to be very honest I was also a little turned on. Jackson causes me to jump as he appears right before me in my personal space with his wide grin, “Here, this is your hard earned tip!” The terrifying aura left him and he was back to the bubbly puppy I met a day ago. I accept the large bills with shaky hands and I nervously laugh, “Jackson I think you deserve half of this extremely big tip…” I admit looking at the crumpled fifty dollar bills cupped in my hand.

That night I wasn’t surprised to see that all my customers tipped me, and with nothing short of ten dollars. I would like to think that it was because of my amazing service but I was pretty sure Jackson’s earlier display of dominance had a lot to do with it. As the customers started to leave one by one the pub eventually became empty with the exception of Jaebum’s gang. I quickly flipped the lock on the door, finally letting out a content sigh.

“(Y/N), come here,” Jaebum calls and I nervously shuffle my way over to his table. And like my frisky co-worker mentioned earlier there sat seven men who god spent a little more time on.

“O-Oh…hi…nice to meet you I’m (Y/N),” I smile timidly with a deep bow that almost connected my forehead with the sticky laminated table.

Jaebum pats the space beside him and I happily sit down so that I didn’t feel as if I was about to give a presentation in front of the class. I comfortably snuggle close to Jaebum’s side and he began his introductions, “So you’ve already met Jackson and Mark. This is Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam, and our youngest member Yugyeom.”

I nod, still not knowing who was who but I was pretty sure I would eventually get close to all of them. It was probably for the best not to mention it but curiosity got the better of me so I asked the most sensitive topic that probably shouldn’t be inquired when you first meet someone. “So…which one of you guys got jumped earlier?”

The entire group of men laughed, some ranging from soft chuckles to Jackson’s hyena cackle, however all but one thought that it wasn’t as funny as the group made it out to be. The youngest, who I think it was Yugyeom, whines childishly, “It’s not that funny!”

Jaebum laughs throwing his head back with such contentment in his face it made butterflies flutter in my belly. “Yugyeom got hit on by some guy on the street and he thought he was from a neighbouring gang. Turns out the guy just really wanted his ass...but for other reasons.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the youngest along with Jaebum’s gang who seemed more like his brothers than anything. “Awww…poor Yugyeom. Are you okay though?” I ask between giggles making the poor boy pout.

“Noona…not you too,” as soon as he said that I felt extremely bad for teasing someone younger than me, “But yeah…I’m fine. He just slapped my ass.”

“So…the whole gang fight thing didn’t go down?”

“Nope, we even went to confront the neighbouring gang and even they laughed at Yugyeom,” BamBam explains while practically wheezing.

That night I finally got to meet the notorious gang who ran half of Gangnam, and apparently they were also known as GOT7. And apparently the seven didn’t represent the seven members they had in the gang, instead it stood for the seven major crimes they committed together. I would usually feel intimidated by this, any one would, however they were surprisingly very pleasant to be around so it felt like I was just spending time with a bunch of close friends. Then again, I never asked for details in what they did or done in the past.

2:34 AM

I yawn.

Time does fly by when you are having fun. I look at the television blaring in the background of the men’s loud chattering. Shit, it’s already past 2 and I haven’t started my cleaning yet. I sigh turning to look up at Jaebum, without a wait his attention is already on me, “What’s wrong?”

“I need to start cleaning now so that I could close before 3. My boss doesn’t pay me over time,” I sigh getting up with a stretch.

Jaebum tilts his head and his friends quickly get up from their seats, putting their five different conversations on pause.

“What can we help with?” Youngjae asks with a bright grin.

I blink allowing his words to sink in, finally when my slow brain did I shake my head profusely with flailing arms, “Ah no! Please sit down and relax it’s my job!”

“I’ll start mopping!”

“I’ll take out the garbage, let’s go Yugyeom.”

“Aish you are so mean Jinyoung hyung!”

The group bickers as they set out to find a task to help me and I felt extremely grateful. A group of handsome badass mafia men helping me clean out a run down pub, you don’t see that happening everyday. First, there aren’t usually handsome mafia men who come visit, and usually when they do they trash the place. I sigh shaking my head in defeat, “Jaebum…make them stop.”

He casually shrugs taking another swing of amber liquid from his glass, “Relax and enjoy it, they’ll be done in under 15 minutes.”

“Ahh that’s not the point!” I scold yanking his arm so that he would get up, “If they are working so should you!”

“But I’m their leader…” he whines while stacking up all the empty glasses from the table.

“Yes you are, but you aren’t a dictator so get your ass going,” I say ushering him towards the sink.

“True, you’re the dictator,” Jaebum coos with a smug grin as the palm of my hand connects with his back.

And just like Jaebum said, the place was spotless in record time. Jinyoung did an impeccable job with ordering the boys around to clean. The pub was cleaner than when I first started working here a few months ago. I grin plopping the last cup back onto the shelf, “Done!”

“Thank you all so much for the help, I really appreciate it!” I beam clapping my hands together.

The group collectively shrugged with replies on the line of ‘no problem’ and ‘you’re welcome’. I smile up at them, “It’s really nice meeting you. If it’s okay with Jaebum I would love for us to all go out again sometime!”

“Who cares what JB says, of course we will!” Jackson beams receiving an elbow in the ribs from Jaebum.

Jaebum leans into the blonde’s ear and whispers something that causes him to groan, “Are you serious? I hate doing drug deliveries on that side of town…”

I honestly sometimes forget that they were apart of the underground society until I hear shit like that. I laugh watching Jackson go on his knees to beg Jaebum to do that delivery himself. I see a white ball of cloth in my peripheral and I turn around to be met with Yugyeom holding my coat in his hand with a shy grin.

“Here (Y/N) noona,” he says helping me shrug into my coat. I raise a brow at the younger boy’s actions and he chuckles softly, “I’m sorry for ruining your alone time with JB earlier.”

I giggle shaking my head, “That’s okay Gyeommie,” I smile tippy toeing to pat his head softly, “Never hesitate to call when you are in trouble, okay?”

“You’re so kind noona,” the tall younger male cries pulling me into his side for a hug. I barely had time to return his embrace before Jaebum pulls me away and into his chest, “Yugyeom, you can do that delivery with Jackson.”

Jackson hollers as it was Yugyeom’s turn to cry now. I tut shaking my head, “Don’t be naughty Jaebummie.” I didn’t realize how suggestive that sounded until it was too late. Jaebum’s usually pale cheeks flush red while a moment of silence took place and suddenly his friends burst out laughing.

“Don’t be naughty JB~”

“Did she just call you Jaebummie?”

“Oh shit JAEBUMMIE!”

“JB isn’t working for me anymore, call I call you Jaebummie from now on?”

“JB is always naughty.”

Even though they were teasing Jaebum I felt my own cheeks heat up, “I’m so sorry…” I bashfully smile latching onto his bicep as he covers his face with one of his hands.

“If any of you guys call me that again I will literally cut off your fingers one by one while you watch,” he threatens, “And I’ll give them to the next person to eat. And repeat.”

“Jae…” I sigh, “Be nice…”

He frowns with his lower lip between his pearly white teeth, “Sorry…”

“Good boy, let’s go home then! Bye everyone!” I happily chirp pulling a defeated Jaebum to his car.

2:32 PM

Jaebum^^: Jagi?

[Y/N]: Jaebummie :)

Jaebum^^: It’s Monday so you don’t have work tonight and you just finished class, yes?

[Y/N]: That is correct you big stalker. What’s up?

Jaebum^^: Any interest in going to the winter festival?

[Y/N]: Like a date? :D

Jaebum^^: Don’t be dumb.

Jaebum^^: So is that a yes?

[Y/N]: I dunno :P

Jaebum^^: -__-

[Y/N]: Haha! That looks exactly like you!

Jaebum^^: Jagiyaaa

[Y/N]: I’ll meet you there!

Jaebum^^: I’ll come after making my delivery.

[Y/N]: Delivering flowers right?

Jaebum^^: No, drugs.

Jaebum^^: But did you want flowers?

[Y/N]: I’ll take the drugs.

Jaebum^^: Jagi…you can’t have that. It’s not good for you.

[Y/N]: Do yOU Do tHe DrUgs?

Jaebum^^: Of course not. How else would I have such good skin? ;)

[Y/N]: Good. I’ll see you soon then Jaebummm

[Y/N]: ie

Jaebum^^: Can’t wait.

8:48 PM

I sigh checking the time for the hundredth time that minute. Jaebum is almost an hour late. I sniffle rubbing my hands together for warmth as I sat on the bench overlooking the entrance to the festival. Maybe I should text him…perhaps he forgot even though he planned the date a few hours ago. Or maybe he was in the middle of a delivery…I definitely don’t want to disrupt him if he were to be in one. I slouch with a sigh watching the white puffs leave my lips, maybe I should just go home.

“Why so glum? Got stood up?”

My ears perk up at the familiar voice. I look up from the laces on my boots to see my brother’s best friend, Yoongi. He hasn’t changed much since I’ve seen him last month except for his hair colour, he couldn’t seem to keep one colour for long. There he stood confidently in his newly dyed mint coloured locks and his long black wool coat with a black turtleneck peeping through the collar. He smirks, hands in his pockets and thick black framed glasses perched on his nose, he looked like he was worth a million bucks, which he probably did as I could see his familiar Rolex peep from  under his coat’s sleeve.

“Yoongi oppa!” I grin as he plops down beside me on the bench. He rolls his shoulder and repositions himself so that he faced me with one leg over the other.

“So what brings you here? Wouldn’t you rather stay in and watch Netflix?” Yoongi asks indifferently, tapping his leather gloved hands against his cheek.

I bashfully giggle scratching my cheek with my frozen fingers, “Haha…wouldn’t you rather stay in too? And I was just about to head back home.”

“Did you really get stood up (Y/N)? I will literally go and kill the guy, you know that.”

I laugh causing white puffs to burst out, “I know! That’s why I’m not gonna tell you anything oppa.” The idea scared me. Yoongi fighting Jaebum. They were both equally scary but Jaebum was a part of a gang while Yoongi…I actually had no idea what he did for a living but if I remembered correctly he was notorious for picking fights with everyone during high school and for sleeping through all his classes.

Yoongi squints at me through his glasses, “I’ll tell your brother.”

I squint right back at him, “You wouldn’t dare…Suga…”

Yoongi outwardly cringes and hangs his head, “I thought that name died back in high school.”

“Well you are still sweet and pale like sugar now so?” I shrug teasingly, holding back the snort creeping up my throat. Yoongi had a phase where he called himself Suga, claiming that he was sweet like sugar. That was also the phase where he started getting involved with girls that but wasn’t any of my business.

“Come on, I’ll take you home then,” he suggests getting up from the bench.

“I…actually wanted to see the light festival,” I say with a small hopeful smile.

Yoongi groans holding out a hand for me, “Hurry up then. The faster we are done the faster I am home and in my bed.”

“Really?” I ask excitedly and he shrugs but I didn’t miss the corners of his lips lift up, “You’re the best Yoongi oppa!”

I latch onto his arm hugging his bicep tightly as I pull him to the direction of the light festival. My body slightly convulses as it made contact with his extremely warm body, immediately stealing his heat.

“Yahh you are freezing…let’s get some hot chocolate for you before we go see the stupid lights,” Yoongi complains trying his best to hide how considerate and sweet he was, just like how he was back in high school, “And of course I will pay, don’t worry. I know you are broke as fuck.”

“You’re still sweet like sugar!” I giggle snuggling up into his soft wool jacket.

Jaebum POV

I couldn’t believe the amount of deliveries we had today. Usually I would be extremely content however I couldn’t find the mood to be as I realized I was about an hour late to meet up with (Y/N). She was probably freezing her little self out there waiting for me. I floored the gas and made it to the festival in record time. As I pull up into the parking lot my heart skips a beat as her shrill voice screams out ‘oppa’ how could she see me from here? The answer was, she didn’t, I watch her from a distance as she happily launches herself at a male dressed in all black with his stupid mint coloured hair. He forcibly shoves her head away from his arm but she continued to stick on him like a fucking leech. I was livid. I could probably make it over the curb with my car and run him over without harming a hair on (Y/N)’s pretty little head. But she seemed so content, more content than she ever was around me and I couldn’t bring myself to ruin her little date. A date planned by me but stolen by fucking tiny ass mint head over there. I sigh looking at my passenger seat where a huge bundle of (favourite flowers) sat. What a waste of BamBam’s hard work of stalking all of her social media pages to find out her favourite flower arrangement.

12:18 AM

Your POV

I smile contently waving around the snowflake light stick Yoongi bought for me from a nice old man by the snowflake installation. I smile up at him as he rolls his eyes and looked anywhere but me.

“You’re going to whack someone in the face dumbass…and your poor ass won’t be able to pay off the charges they will sue your ass for,” he scoffs teasingly.

I laugh booping his nose softly with the wand, “That’s okay! I’ll steal your Rolex and give it to them. That should be enough to cover both eyes.”

“You know how important that thing is to me,” Yoongi sighs rolling his eyes, and for a moment it reminded me too much of Jaebum.

“I know~ Hobi oppa bought that for you for your birthday!” I giggle thinking about how cute the embodiment of gloom and doom was with his adorable sunshine boyfriend. Yoongi’s gummy smile surfaced for a good two seconds before he flicks me on my forehead and was back to his usual bored expression.

“Thanks for today…I had so much fun,” I grin slipping into his white Hummer.

Yoongi hums, “I had fun too.”

Even though he sounded indifferent my heart flutters with happiness, with Yoongi such simple words mean the world with this one. I smile contently looking out the window as I continue to wave around the light stick to the rap softly playing on the radio.

“Yoongi oppa?”

He hums for me to continue.

“Is my brother okay?” I ponder tapping the light stick against my chin, “He hasn’t visited me in a while.”

“Yeah he’s alright. Just caught up in something at the moment,” he sighs seemingly knowing all too well with the issue at hand, “We will all hang out next week okay? After your exams.”

I nervously laugh, “Ah ha oh yeah…my exams…”

“You’re a smart girl, you’ll be just fine,” Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, “Just remember if you score less than 80% your brother is going to force you to move back on campus and you can’t work anymore.”

I groan, “I know…”

1:03 AM

With a loud yawn I flop onto the lumpy couch. I illuminate the screen on my phone to be welcomed with zero new messages. I frown opening Jaebum’s chat.

2:37 PM

Jaebum^^: Can’t wait.

Did he really forget about me? I felt a little bit hurt and I wanted to message him and confront him about it but at the same time I didn’t want to seem needy. Especially if he actually stood me up, that would smush the tiny bit of ego I had left. Sitting there staring at my phone until small black dots blurred my vision I decided on my next course of action.

[Y/N]: Jacksooooonnnnnnnn

J ♥: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

J ♥: What’s up?

[Y/N]: Do you know where Jaebum is?

J ♥: OF COURSE

J ♥: He’s right beside me drinking lots and lots

[Y/N]: Oh I see. Thanks Jacks.

J ♥: Why you asking?

[Y/N]: Nothing. Just curious…how long have you two been drinking?

J ♥: wAY TOO LONG

J ♥: JB IS SO FUCKING DRUNKKK

[Y/N]: Ah I see. Well make sure to take good care of him. I’m going to head to bed now. Good luck Jackson and good night! :)

J ♥: I was going to throw him off a bridge but since you asked so nicely…

J ♥: You got my word! I will take good care of him and tuck him into bed like the giant baby he is. Night!

I groan tossing my phone onto the cushion, Jaebum really forgot about me and went drinking with Jackson instead. My lip quivers and I could feel the water works starting. It’s not like we were in a relationship, just because he calls me jagiya doesn’t actually mean anything. I sigh closing my eyes refusing to let myself cry over such trivial matters. Once the hot tears subdued I sluggishly make my way towards the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Snuggled in bed with clean hair and fresh newly washed clothes I immediately felt better. I purse my lips reaching for my phone on the bedside table, flicking on the lock screen to be met with no new messages.

2:04 AM

I peep out the smeared windows from the pub to see nothing but pitch darkness aside from the dim street lamps dispersed at every block. Maybe Jaebum was just running late, I thought to myself hopefully as I sat in the booth to play on my phone.

2:31 AM

Okay.

Maybe he wasn’t coming.

To say that I felt embarrassed was an understatement. I hold back a sniffle and quickly got up from the booth and threw my backpack heavy with textbooks over my shoulders. I open the pub’s door to be met with winter’s merciless bite, “Ughh fuck me…” I mumble flicking the lock closed as my fingers already start to stiffen. I readjust the straps that were digging into my shoulders and looked around one final time to see no one in sight.

For some reason my heart hammered against my chest as I walked down the familiar dark littered street. I always walked back home like this for three months, only up until a week ago Jaebum started escorting me home. I can’t believe in just a week I have gotten so used to having his company making me feel safe and secure that now I’m literally shaking in my boots as I trek the short fifteen minute walk home. As much as I didn’t want to admit how scared I was, I wasn’t going to lie I was speed walking to the point that the back of my thighs burned. I was only five more minutes away from the apartment until I heard someone kick an empty beer can behind me.

I didn’t bother in turning around to be met with some late night sexual predator. I ran the rest of the way home. By the time I reached the apartment building I was out of breath panting with beads of sweat formed at my temple. But at least I was safe.

-

The next few following days panned out the same. However as each day passed I got more paranoid and I felt like I was being watched, even though it was most likely just my stupid brain playing games with me. It’s embarrassing, but I got so paranoid I ended up calling Jackson tonight.

“Jackson?” I meekly call out through the receiver and he greets loudly through his end.

“What’s up (Y/N)?”

“Sorry to bother you at this time but…can you please pick me up from work?” I ask my heart stopping for a moment a waiting for his reply.

“Is JB running late again? He shouldn’t be…he left early today.”

“Oh…um. Jackson, Jaebum hasn’t picked me up this entire week,” I explain.

“What? Then where has he been rushing off to every night?” Jackson ponders out loud on his end.

My stomach hits the floor and I wanted nothing more than to just hang up and go home and snuggle up in bed. I fake a laugh, “Actually it’s okay Jackson! I can get home myself! Sorry for calling you at 2 in the morning.”

“Oh what no it’s not a problem. I’m just surprised JB hasn’t been picking you up. I’ll head over right now. It’ll just take me 20 minutes to get over there,” Jackson explains as I hear him shuffling around.

“Ah, no that’s not necessary! I see Jaebum! Sorry for calling I’m gonna hang up now I don’t want to keep him waiting!”

“I knew it! He wouldn’t let his girl walk home at this time of the night. I’ll talk to you later, see ya!”

I quickly end the call, finally allowing the pent up sigh to escape. I felt a little guilty about lying to the bubbly man but I needed to end the call before my brain exploded at the newly obtained information. Where has Jaebum been sneaking off to if he wasn’t with me? I already felt sick in the stomach thinking about him playing around with other girls but that really wasn’t my business I tell myself the umpteenth time this week.

How pathetic. I haven’t even stepped a foot outside of the pub and my heart is already hammering. Maybe I should quit after today, I don’t think my weak heart can take anymore of this on top of the run home. I take a deep breath and peeped my head out the door to take a good look around my surroundings and my heart stops mid beat as I catch movement of a figure hastily hiding behind the corner. Without missing a beat I slam the door shut and locked the door. I take out my phone with shaky hands and I opened to Jaebum’s contact profile. Hyperventilating as my thumb hovered over the call button. I shake my head and quickly hit the back button, what if he was in the middle of something? I can’t possibly bother him with my stupid little problems so I did the only thing I think of.

“Hey…Jackson?”

-

In exactly 20 minutes his headlights flood the pub and I almost forgot to lock the door as I desperately made my way into his strong arms. I cried into his scarf hugging him tightly while he pat my head softly.

“I want Jaebum!” I sob my voice echoing down the street.

The blonde sighs, “I really thought he was picking you up. I texted him before coming to get you and he just said ‘K’ I seriously don’t know what’s going through that thick skull of his.”

“I’m sorry Jackson. I didn’t want to bother you but I’m paranoid, I feel someone watching me. And…and after that time with those drunk people I’m scared when Jaebum isn’t there with me,” I confess pulling away from him to look up at him to see his sincere expression.

He smiles warmly, “Well I’m no JB but I’m sure I can make you feel safe. I’ll drop you back home from now on until you get this sorted out with JB. Does that sound good?”

I nod happily with tears of contentment slipping down my cheeks, “Y-Yeah.”

Jaebum POV

My phone rings and I pick up knowingly who was on the other end.

“Is she home Jackson?”

Despite the urgency in my voice the blonde just laughs on the other end, “Yeah yeah she’s home. I even walked her to her door just as you wanted. So…tell me why have you been stalking her home and making her paranoid to the point she cried today?”

“S-She cried?” I stutter into the receiver. My heart panging with guilt that I caused her distress, yet again.

“Yeah. She thought that she was getting stalked. But little did she know it was just you keeping an eye on her cause you are too chicken to confront her after catching her with some guy,” Jackson sighs all teasing put aside he was genuinely upset by how I handled the situation.

“She cried because I scared her?” This already happened once I didn’t want to be the cause of her tears because of my thoughtless actions.

Jackson chuckles on his end, “Actually, she was crying for you. She literally said ‘I want Jaebum’ you should just talk to her JB. The guy was probably just a school friend or something. I’m no love expert but she really likes you, don’t fuck this up. She’s a great girl, don’t lose her because you are scared that she’s invested with someone else. Because with what I’m understanding, the only person she’s invested in is you.”

I registered all of that but the only thing that was able to leave my lips was, “Is this really Jackson?”

And my question was answered when he started shouting profanities on the other end. He takes a deep breath, “Just go talk to her will you?”

“I will.”

Your POV

6:14 PM

‘Thank god I didn’t have work today’ rang through my head all day as I sat during my lecture. After yesterday I was slightly embarrassed to ever show my face to Jackson again. I can’t believe I cried and made him pick me up from work because I was feeling a little paranoid.

I groan dragging my feet a long the sidewalk making my way to the 7-Eleven to pick up something for tonight’s dinner. I’m going to get some nice hot meal tonight instead of my usual instant ramen noodles, and that was the only thing I’m looking forward to this entire week.

My eyes wander the array selection of snacks and I wanted to stuff all of them into my basket but with only twenty dollars in my pocket I had to settle for one package of (your favourite snack) so that I could afford the assorted bento. Sometimes I regret being so stubborn and not accepting charity money from my brother, I could’ve easily bought the entire shelf of snacks with his generosity. With two dollars to spare I happily bought a hot cup of coffee to keep me warm on the long walk home.

I contently sip on the steaming hot liquid that successfully warmed up my hands and my chest. So far my day was been great considering how shit the rest of my week has been with Jaebum ignoring me and the endless paranoia on the walks back home. Almost immediately as I thought that my life was getting just a bit brighter, I finally see Jaebum after a whole week. There he stood in his calm stoic expression tall and confident on the other side of the road clad characteristically in all black, however instead of his usual leather jacket he was clad handsomely in a long wool jacket similar to Mark’s. I almost thought that he was maybe just a figment of my imagination considering how fast he came into my life and how fast he just left without an explanation. But here I was finally getting the explanation I deserved to his sudden disappearance. I watch as he places his gloved hand on the small of the back of a tall and slender beauty. He opens the door to an apartment complex for her and ushers her impatiently inside. Jaebum quickly follows her in right after, closing the door behind them.

Any hopes of mutual feelings on his end flew away with the cold winter wind. Of course he had a girlfriend who carried herself with the upmost confidence and looked just as sexy as him. It was a cruel joke that he played on me, making me think that I actually had a chance with someone like him, however I couldn’t exactly give him all the blame. I mean, I was stupid enough to think that I was ever good enough to be with him. Rich, handsome and kind despite his lifestyle then there was me. Average in looks and just about everything else I did, poor and straight up naïve. My chest tightens and clenches but I found comfort in it, at least I finally know where I stand with him. And where I stand is nowhere near his side and that was fine because I finally know and I can stop waiting like a high school girl for her crush to text her back.

I glance down at the scarf and wool coat Jaebum bought me and suddenly I didn’t feel so warm anymore, even with the hot coffee burning through its sleeve and into my hand. It was fun while it lasted I guess, getting treated like his princess, but it’s finally time to wake up to reality. I didn’t want anything to do with Jaebum anymore.

7:28 PM

The 7-Eleven dinner was bland.

But that was probably just me. My sour mood must’ve overpowered the MSG in the food. Out of the entire situation the only thing I was proud of was how I still haven’t cried. Maybe I’ve seen this coming, when has any of my love interests ever liked me back? And why would they now? Jaebum carried himself well, he was confident and got whatever or whoever he wanted. Even though he was always dotting on me calling me sweet names and such he never once asked me officially to be his. My brother always warned me of this, if a person doesn’t officially ask you, you can’t complain if they ever leave you. Because you were actually never in a relationship, you can’t accuse the other of cheating, the only person you can accuse is yourself and that is for being stupid. My brother was wise, too bad I was always too dense to ever listen to him. I shut my eyes and before I knew it I fell into a deep sleep.

12:41 AM

I groan groping in the general vicinity of my vibrating phone on the table beside the couch. Finally getting a hold of it I turn on the screen to be met with blinding light. I yelp hastily putting the brightness on the lowest setting but even so it was still too bright. My eyes finally adjust but my brain still couldn’t comprehend the words on the screen.

Jaebum^^: Hey, how have you been?

Jaebum^^: I apologize for not picking you up this week. Something came up.

Yeah your dick.

That’s what I wanted to type and my fingers were physically itching to click send. But I figured I should save the little dignity I had left by handling the situation in a more mature manner.

[Y/N]: I understand. That’s okay.

Jaebum^^: I knew it! You’re the best. Is it alright if I came over? I haven’t seen you in a while.

Jaebum^^: I miss you.

My heart pumps at concerning speeds as I angrily came up with a reply. How long does he think he can play me?

[Y/N]: I don’t want to see you.

Jaebum^^: Ah…yeah it’s pretty late. Maybe tomorrow?

[Y/N]: No JB. I don’t want to see you ever.

Jaebum^^: Are you seriously that angry because I haven’t picked you up?

Jaebum^^: You know I’m not your fucking taxi driver right?

I wanted to scream at him in all capitals and say ‘NO IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING CHEATING ON ME’ but I remember my brother’s words, it’s not cheating because I was never dating him to begin with.

[Y/N]: No of course not. I really did appreciate you taking me home.

[Y/N]: It’s just that…I think it’s better if we don’t see each other again. It’s not good for me.

Jaebum^^: Did something happen?

Jaebum^^: Did someone hurt you? I will fucking gut them alive.

You did Jaebum.

Jaebum^^: You never call me JB.

Jaebum^^: Are you being blackmailed? Held captive?

[Y/N]: Don’t be silly. I’m safe.

[Y/N]: Everyone calls you JB. And I feel that we aren’t on the first name bases.

[Y/N]: Sorry JB. But I need to go.

Jaebum^^: [Y/N]

I sigh feeling slightly guilty giving him the cold shoulder but I deserved better than to be disrespected like that. Without another thought I turn off my phone and stuffed it into the seat of the couch, out of sight out of mind. I deserve my only one night off and I should enjoy it as much as I can. Flicking on Netflix I watch until I fell asleep on the couch.

2 AM

I don’t know if I was happy that Jaebum didn’t show up to take me home or if I was disappointed. Regardless the walk home was fine, I didn’t feel like someone was watching me compared to prior days where I felt lingering eyes on my back. Even so I couldn’t help but fantasize him waiting for me by the door with flowers in hand and saying something along the lines of ‘It was just a misunderstanding, let’s go home now’. I sigh shaking my head, I got to stop thinking about him and hurry home so that I can focus on the final exams creeping up in a few days.

I throw open the door to my apartment and drop my bag on the floor with a thud. Just as I was about to switch on the light I heard another thud, however it wasn’t from my bag this time, it was coming from my bedroom. My heartbeat accelerates along with my anxiety till it reached the peeling ceiling. I quickly lock the door and grabbed the conveniently placed baseball bat that rested with my umbrella by the door, thank you Taehyung for forgetting to pick it up for weeks. I hold the bat tightly in my hands and slowly followed the sound. I was not getting robbed today, I am too fucking broke to have to deal with this kind of bullshit. I chanted over and over in my head. Sucking in a deep breath I kick open the door and took a powerful swing at the intruder. It was dark to say in the least. I could barely see so I missed their head, however I managed to connect the solid piece of wood with the person’s arm. They hiss in pain, “Fuck! (Y/N)!”

“What?” I scream blindly waving around the bat with no intentions of stopping.

The person groans and flicks on the light.

I stood there readying myself for another swing as I was now practically blind from the bright light. I squint and finally see the person I thought I would never see again in leather hunched over my cabinet holding his now throbbing arm.

Jaebum.

His usually crisp and clean appearance was covered in blood dribbling down his forehead. His hair was slick with sweat as his face contorts in pain. I look down to see that his white tshirt was drenched completely red where his hand was clenching on his stomach.

“Jaebum…” I breathe soaking in everything before me as his clothes soaked in his blood, “Jaebum…” I call again dropping the bat and cautiously walked up to him.

I could feel his hot sticky blood seeping into my coat as I held him tightly, refusing to let him go.

“Sorry. I couldn’t make it back home so I stopped by here…” he pants heavily, “I…I know you don’t want to see me.”

“Shut up…” I whimper hot tears bubbling over and streaming down my cheeks and onto his neck.

“Sorry for scaring you…I was getting up to tell you not to freak out but,” he chuckles before wincing immediately, “You know how to take care of yourself I’m so proud.”

“I don’t care about any of that…Jaebum what do I do? How can I help you?” I sob looking up at him, his face only a mere few millimeters away from mine. His eyes flutter closed his long eyelashes on full display as he closes the space. Jaebum’s soft full lips presses desperately against mine, “Stop crying.”

I sniffle nodding hysterically, “Okay. Okay what now?”

“Stop freaking out. I’m not dying,” Jaebum softly smiles as he pulls away to rest his weight against the cabinet, “I’m okay.”

I gesture wildly at him, “That’s not okay! You’re bleeding everywhere!” I scream causing him to wince.

“To be honest, where you hit my arm hurts the most,” he proudly grins. I know he meant it as a joke to make me feel better but it completely had the opposite effect. I sob even louder throwing myself onto the ground by his feet.

“I’m just kidding!” he panics. Despite his serious injuries he bends down and helps me to my feet when he could barely stay up on his very own two ones, “I’m just kidding…” he coos pulling me against his damp chest.

I stifle my cries and hold him tightly snuffing my nose against his neck. Sweat and metallic iron filled my nostrils. He gently rubs his hand up and down my back, “I have a favour to ask of you.”

I nod.

He lowers himself with some difficultly onto the bed as I take off my jacket. In his sitting position I slip him from his leather jacket and placed it beside him on the bed. I take a deep breath, hands on the hem of his shirt. With closed eyes I peel the sticky fabric off his body and dropped it onto the floor. I open my eyes to see Jaebum also having his eyes squeezed shut. I lower my head and gently kissed his cheek causing his warm chocolate brown eyes to flutter open. He innocently looks up at me and I smile softly lowering his body to recline on the small bed.

“It’s okay, trust me?” I quietly ask holding the needle and thread in shaky hands. He nods gazing up at me as my own eyes roam over the multiple stab wounds littering his front. I shakily take a seat in my chair and placed the warm bowl of water in my lap. Soaking the white towel I ring it out and took a deep breath before allowing the fabric to meet his skin. I close my eyes momentarily to get rid of the dizziness I felt from seeing the amount of blood seeping out of his milky white flesh.

“I-It’s okay…” I coo swallowing drily as I gently sew up his deepest opening. He sighs, forehead beading in sweat as he squeezes his eyes shut. A soft moan leaves his lips despite the force he bit on his bottom lip. “I’m sorry…it probably hurts even more because I’m doing it and I don’t know shit…” I breathlessly laugh trying my best to quickly finish up this one to put him out of his misery. His stomach clenches in pain as I pull the thread to close up the wound and blood started to bubble from his other openings. The thread gets tangled with his skin as I stubbornly pull at the string. Jaebum groans softly as blood cascades down his ribs and onto the bedding. Tears start to blur my vision, “I…I can’t do it Jaebum…you need professional help. I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing!” I sob tears falling once again.

Jaebum hushes me softly caressing my cheek, brushing the hot sticky tears away, “Shh, I trust you with my life. (Y/N) are doing great.” He assures with a tired smile, “Just pull the thread tightly.” I rub away my tears the back of my hand and nod, “Okay.”

I pull the string with all my might closing up the opening successfully. Maybe a little too successfully, his skin bunches around the thread causing a loud moan to leave Jaebum, “Fuck...that’s my girl,” he hisses under his breath, “Now two more. Just maybe a little more gentle okay?”

I shyly smile nodding, “Sorry Jaebummie.” He lets out a heavy breath with a content smile, “I thought I was never going to hear you call me that again. I’m so relived.”

“I’m still mad at you,” I huff sticking the needle with a little more confidence into him. He takes a sharp intake of breath, “What did I do? I should be mad with you!” he says defensively.

“What?” I threaten glooming over his reclined body and he smiles sheepishly waving away the situation with his better arm, the arm that I didn’t facture. Being petty I pull the thread just as hard as my first accidental one. Jaebum sucks his teeth and clenches the bedding in his fist in blinding white pain. After sewing up two wounds and the first one being the longest and deepest the last sewing job as a piece of cake. And watching the intimidating man withering in pain and moaning in my bed gave me the sympathy to be gentle for his last one. He sighs in relief as he was preparing himself for another brutal assault but it never came. I give his toned chest and stomach one final wipe with the now pink towel before bandaging him up snuggly. I told him to wait as I went to change the water and towel to gingerly wipe away the sweat and dried up trickle of blood on his temple, “There.”

The corners of his lips twitch upwards as he nuzzles his cheek against my palm. Jaebum turns his head and presses his chapped lips against my thumb, “Thank you,” he breaths closing his eyes finally allowing the exhaustion to take over his body.

“You can stay the night…I guess,” I huff retracting my hand to cross my arms over my chest, “I’m going to shower and get ready for bed,” I quietly say tapping my fingers against the now cold bowl of water.

The hot shower was much needed after that eventful and probably life scarring experience. Never had I’ve seen that much blood in my life and that is coming from a girl who seen drunk people make broken glass rain at work. I also never stitched a person up before, my hands can still feel the resistance of skin against the tip of the needle before finally giving in and getting punctured. I slip into my Ryan Bear pajamas seeing no shame in them since Jaebum already saw them last week. I quietly navigate my way from the bathroom and through the bedroom trying my best to not wake up Jaebum.

“Where are you going?” his soft voice calls out.

“Um…to the living room,” I explain but it sounded more like a question.

Jaebum tries to get up into a seated position but his face contorts in pain as he accidently applies pressure onto his bruised arm. He raises a brow and tilts his head to the little space beside him on the twin sized bed, “Why don’t you sleep here?”

A small smile stretches across my features and I shake my head reluctantly, “That’s probably not a good idea.”

“Oh right. Your boyfriend would get mad,” Jaebum practically growls out.

“I think the only person who is getting mad is you Jaebum,” I lightly laugh, “But no. I don’t have a boyfriend and I wont sleep with you because you have a girlfriend. Anyways, good night Jaebum.”

I give him another small smile before making my way to the door to the living room. What Jaebum did next made me and all the doctors around the world scream as well. He jumps up from the bed to jumps to block the door with no pain evident in his face in his hurried panic.

“What girlfriend?! The only girlfriend I want is you and I thought I made that clear!” He spits out in a frantic haste.

I blink up at him before hitting him on the chest, “What the fuck Jaebum! It’s not that big of a deal! Get back in bed you’re hurt!” I scream shoving him back to bed but he didn’t move a budge.

“Only if you join me,” he stubbornly replies, I huff crossing my arms over my chest and he did the same. I roll my eyes and gestured my head over to the bed and made my way over with him. He slips back into the indent he made into the bed while I sit beside him on the small space beside him careful to not accidently brush against him.

“So you were mad because you thought I had a girlfriend?” He inquires slipping a hand under the pillow as he laid on his side facing me. I look down at him and nodded biting my lip.

“Well you didn’t talk to me for a week after leaving me at the festival waiting for you for an hour and when I finally see you were you were walking a really pretty girl into an apartment! What else was I supposed to think you dumbass! And you made me walk home all alone and it was scary!” At that moment I could probably audition at some entertainment company and debut as the next best female rapper after CL. After finally letting out my bottled emotions I felt a lot better, but bringing up my week’s trouble I felt the waterworks start up again.

Jaebum laughs snuggling his face into the fluffy pillow. He reaches a hand out and pulls me so that I lay closely beside him. Practically sharing a pillow with him he gazes deeply into my eyes and smiles his crescent eyed smile, “I thought I made myself very clear that I love you and that I want to be with you,” he says knitting his eyebrows together. “Well first, I’m sorry about the festival. I did come but extremely late, a job got me caught up. That was my fault. But I saw you with this stupid mint hair guy and I got mad and left.”

I giggle, “You get jealous that easily? I thought I made it very clear that I like you too.”

“Well…you are a extremely kind girl okay? You could’ve just been being nice to me. I don’t know! Anyways, that led to not picking you up. But I was there, I stalked you home and I made you feel paranoid which is also my bad.”

My shoulders shake trying to hold back my laughter, “Ahh Jaebum…”

“And third, that pretty girl was a prostitute. We escort all our girls to their clients to ensure their safety. Regardless I don’t know why you of all people would be jealous at all. You are the most beautiful girl out there anyways,” he confesses in all seriousness. After explaining everything he takes in a huge breath then flashed me a shy smile.

Blood rushes to my cheeks and I blush a bright red similar to a tomato, “Y-You can’t just say things like that!”

“I will tell you everything no matter how embarrassing if that can make you stay. I don’t want to lose you,” he says raking his fingers over my spine. I sheepishly grin looking anywhere but deep into his eyes.

“I didn’t know where our relationship stood. You never asked me out officially…” I lamely interject and he smiles.

“I didn’t realize I had to officially ask you out to show how much I cared for you since I thought my actions said enough. But if that can prevent this from happening ever again…” he sighs rolling his eyes teasingly, “Will you do me the honour and be my girlfriend?”

“That was so cheesy,” I complain with a groan stifling the giggle as he presses the tip of his nose against mine.

“You loved it. Shut up and kiss me,” he hums closing his eyes.

I roll my eyes and press my lips against his.

“So is that a yes or a no?” Jaebum ponders throwing the cover over us.

I laugh snuggling into the already warmed up blankets, “Are you stupid?”

“I need you to confirm so the next time I see you with another man I know you aren’t cheating on me,” he whines teasingly as I relentlessly hit him regardless of his injuries.

“Yes. Yes I will be your girlfriend. You are so stupid I hate you,” I sigh closing my eyes. Regardless of the indifferent front I put up, he felt my heart hammering happily against his.

“I love you too. Now go turn off the lights (Y/N),” he yawns closing his eyes with a smug smile on his lips.

“What? No I’m comfortable you go turn it off.”

He feigns pain, “B-But I’ve been stabbed.”

“Oh god, I fucking hate you Jaebum.”

9:32 AM

“Hey don’t you have class?”

My eyes flew open and I abruptly sit up from bed. The sudden rush of blood to my head causes black dots to appear in my vision. I blink reaching over for my phone.

“Just kidding. It’s reading week for you no?”

Relief floods my body but not it was replaced with complete and utter annoyance. I whip my head around to see Jaebum lying down smugly with arms behind his head.

“Okay you little shit…” I seethe between my teeth, “What do you want.”

Jaebum pretends to be in deep thought before his face lights up brightly, “Pancakes and a nice hot shower!”

I flop down into the mattress with a groan, “You woke me up like that for pancakes? Go shower yourself.”

“I can’t. You hurt my dominant arm,” and if that wasn’t enough to make me feel guilty already he adds, “When you tried to club me to death.”

“You haven’t been my boyfriend for more than 12 hours and you already want me to bathe you?”

“Yeah”

“Alright let’s go you freak.”

-

I told myself it wasn’t anything sexual. He needed me to help him shower because he was hurt, that was all. Even so, when he starts to strip of his pants I was internally screaming. I close my eyes but I hear loud and clear the fabric dropping and pooling by his feet. I hear his chuckles and a loud slapping noise as he teasingly stretches and snaps the elastic of his boxers. I mumble some profanities under my breath as the smaller piece of fabric drops to the tiled floor.

“I need help,” Jaebum states indifferently.

I shake my head eyes still squeezed shut, “No you don’t. You’re a big boy.”

“Yeah I am. You can see too if you just open your eyes,” he teases and I practically choke on my spit.

“Jaebum!” I whine covering my face with my hands.

“No seriously though, I can’t take off the bandages.”

I groan blindly swiping my hands at the air to find him. Surely enough with my luck I accidently traveled a little too low to swat the back of my hand against his precious family jewels. I scream mentally taking in how soft the skin felt and how much resistance it had when getting hit which only meant that he was in fact quite large. But I didn’t want that to plague my brain so I continued to scream hoping the sound would drown my dirty thoughts and flush them right out of my brain.

“Ah jagi, I just want a shower. Why are you teasing me?”

“I-I’m not! It was an accident and you know that!”

He hums contently probably shrugging but I couldn’t really tell as my eyes were still glued shut. Jaebum takes my hands in his and places them on his chest. I smooth my palms against his hot skin and found the bandages quickly undoing them. He lets out a soft sigh as my hands travelled lower and lower but after no indications of any more bandages I quickly retract my hands to my sides, “There.”

“You know I don’t care if you see me naked,” he says suddenly with his hands rubbing soothing circles into my hips.

“I know you don’t,” I stutter with a blush.

“Then open your pretty eyes,” he chuckles.

Testing the waters I crack open one eye to see him grin. Then I opened my other eye but I refused to look any lower than his broad shoulders. He gives me a goofy grin that I started to feel characteristically more fitting than his brooding aura that he held a week ago. His gaze flutters down to my lips but he didn’t kiss me this time. Instead he drags me to the shower. I roll up my sleeves and tippy toed to grab the handle of the showerhead. I test the warm water in my hand before spraying him with it. He bites his lips as the water stung his wounds but for the most part he seemed to enjoy the water cascading down his body taking away all of yesterday’s sweat.

“Well go soap yourself,” I sternly say and he simply shrugs.

“I can’t my arm hurts. I think you broke it,” he pouts and I spray his face attempting to wash away his lies.

He stands there with no intention to move. I lather the soap in my hands and gingerly rub it into his chest, under his arms, and extremely carefully over his stitches. Thank god he took pity in me and lathed soap in his lower region by himself with his single uninjured hand. I spray the soap away before washing his hair. He grins rather cutely at me as I worked shampoo into his locks, with a cloud perched on his head I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

I managed to stay rather dry considering that I practically had one foot in the shower but it didn’t last long once Jaebum pulled me into a tight hug before he had the chance to dry off.

“Thank you,” he hums against the shell of my ear.

I wasn’t sure if I was blushing by his voice being so close to my ear and sending vibrations straight through my body or if it was because I could feel his soft limp member pressed against my stomach. Regardless I was at a loss of words so I nod shyly in return.

Thankfully I wore boxers as shorts and extremely baggy t-shirts and even more thankfully Jaebum fit in them. I could only look at him properly once he was covered in my green checker print boxers and my bright yellow oppai tee. (Google this if you don’t know what it is, it’s gold) I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter at how silly and adorable he looked in colourful clothing. And to top off the look with his hair freshly blow dried with no gel pushing his hair back his fringe sat on his forehead and he looked like a completely different person, he looked soft. His strong arched eyebrows were covered but left his two cute moles peeping from under the tresses of onyx hair. I smiled up at him, I can’t believe this is the man that runs the notorious and merciless GOT7.

Even though I insist that he relaxes on the couch while I throw together his pancakes he persistently follows me closely into the kitchen where he stuck to me like glue. His arms never fail to circle my waist tightly as I made my way around the kitchen.

“Ah you are in the way! Go relax will you!” I complain even though he wasn’t really. I enjoyed his attention very much, however I just don’t want him to know that even though I’m well aware that he knows all too well already.

Instead of coming back with a snarky reply like he usually does he kisses my neck causing the pancake I was attempting to flip fly out of my pan.

“Jaebummie…” I groan as I feel his teeth nip at the supple skin.

I could feel him smile against my neck before he suckles the skin into his mouth. He pulls away with a pop and a smug grin, “Okay.”

He pulls away and makes his way to the couch, leaving me in the kitchen with a pancake on the floor and a hickey on my neck. This man will be the death of me, I swear.

After successfully making a stack of buttermilk pancakes and throwing on a handful of fresh strawberries and blueberries I bring it to Jaebum who was sprawled on the couch like a starfish.

“Yah your pancakes your majesty,” I tease placing them in front of him on the coffee table. He grins sitting up excitedly but thankfully a little more careful of his stitches compared to yesterday. I smile contently watching him gobble up the fluffy cakes. He turns to me with stuffed cheeks, a little piece still sticking out from his lips causing me to giggle. He quickly swallows surprisingly managing to not choke to death and leans in to capture my lips. Even though it was a chaste kiss I could still taste the sweet syrup on him. He smiles pulling away, “Thank you for the food.”

“You like getting babied don’t you?” I curiously ask fighting back a smile.

He blinks pulling his lips into a thin line, “No one ever babies me. Only you do so I’m going to enjoy it obviously.”

I laugh throwing my head back and onto the backrest of the couch, “Big scary mafia boss likes getting pampered?”

He rolls his eyes stuffing another full cake into his mouth, “Well if you put it that way I’m going to deny it.”

“I mean I don’t really care. When you are with me I only see Jaebum. I don’t see JB the mafia boss,” I smile watching a pretty pink dust his pale cheeks, “I also think you look cute with your hair down. I don’t mind your hair pushed back at all, it makes you look unbelievably sexy. But you look so adorable right now with your natural fluffy hair.”

“I don’t want to be cute!” He defensively yells as his cheeks grow darker in shade.

“You’re so cute,” I grin picking at the fruit that laid forgotten by Jaebum in his pursuit for pancakes.

-

The rest of the day consisted of me nursing Jaebum, whether it be getting him a glass of water, get a itch on his back, or rubbing his stomach cause he ate too fast, I did it all. It was nearly 3 PM when I realized I had to go to work, however I was extremely reluctant to leave Jaebum alone like this. While he took a nap on the couch with his head in my lap I made a call into the pub. With one hand continuing to run through his soft tresses while the other held the phone to my ear.

“Hey – sorry I…have a personal emergency I can’t come into work for a few days.”

Surprisingly my boss was completely understanding of the situation. Most probably because I never complained while I took all the shitty shifts and covered for anyone who couldn’t come into work. Having the next few days off would be good, giving me time to care for Jaebum and focus on studying for my final exams. However I can’t help but feel nervous by the nagging that rent money is due in a couple of days as well. It’s probably better to tell my landlord earlier than later that I wouldn’t be able to deliver the full amount by Thursday. I didn’t even realize I groaned out loud until the softly snoring Jaebum’s eyes flutter open to look up at me curiously.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah it’s nothing. Why don’t you go take a nap on the bed? I’ll be back soon I just need to go do something really quick,” I smile reassuringly as he nodded with question.

“Okay,” he smiles warmly, “Stay safe.”

-

I took my sweet time walking down the flights of stairs to get to the first floor where my landlord lived seeing that I was dreading what was coming. I take a deep breath before my knuckles made contact with the door. Shortly after the old man hobbled his way to the door and opened it with a toothy grin, “Ah Miss. (Y/N)! How can I help you?”

I scratch my cheek nervously with my index finger, “I…I just wanted to apologize that my rent money won’t be ready for you by Thursday. I know this is my second month in a row being late but believe me when I say I will get the money to you.”

The old man sighs before erupting in a fit of laughter. Oh man I did it. I broke the poor man who has to deal with my physically poor ass. He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about that dear. A handsome young man came to see me about a week ago and gave me enough money to cover your rent for about a year.”

My eyes bulge out in utter shock, “A-A year?!”

“I was just as shocked as you dear!” The man wholeheartedly chuckles, “He just said ‘This should cover her rent, don’t give her a hard time’ and left, just like that! He never even asked how much your rent was.”

I frown, this smelled like my brother all over it or Jaebum.

“May I ask who gave you the money?”

“Ah the man was very handsome. Dressed all black, leather jacket. Very intimidating. Thank the gods that he was giving me money and not asking me for money in return! I would be shaking in my shoes!”

Definitely Jaebum.

“Was there anything else he said?”

“Oh! Just to…” the man gulps suddenly nervous, “Not tell you…Oh! Dear me! Please don’t tell him I told you!”

“Of course I wont!”

-

God help Jaebum. I storm up the flight of stairs with purpose as if I were starring in some broadway musical.

“Jaebum!!!” I screech sending the bedroom door practically swinging off its hinges.

He peers up from under the covers unaffected by my booming voice, “Yes?”

“Did you pay for my rent? You know I hate depending on others!” I cry out in disbelief.

“Ah that fucking old man had one job,” Jaebum cusses under his breath.

“Jaebum…why?” I ask evidently upset that he spent so much of his money on me.

“I don’t see what’s the big problem (Y/N),” he sighs sitting up for the long speal that he knew was coming his way.

“I don’t want to be dependent on others Jaebum. I want to work hard and earn for myself. I can take care of myself,” I explain pinching the bridge of my nose in irritation.

“And I want to care for you. It’s okay to be dependent on others (Y/N) especially on me. I think everyone around you knows how capable you are at taking care of yourself but you should enjoy life a little. Yes you are making money for your necessities but your health is plummeting because you work insane hours while juggling school. I just want to take a load off your back because it hurts watching you stress out over such a little thing like money,” Jaebum explains rather calmly with a small shrug.

I pull my quivering lips into a frown, he was too sweet just like the syrup that tainted his lips earlier. I fight a sniffle and made my way over to the bed to snuggle into his side, “Thank you…” I mumble allowing his arms to pull me flush against his sculpted warm body.

“I never want money to be an issue for you. It’s literally just paper. I just want you to focus on school and do what you love and makes you happy. Understood?”

“Understood,” I grin as happy tears slip down the corners of my eyes.

“Ahh are you crying again? You big baby…” he teases with his voice full of admiration, “What if I told you I also paid off your school tuition?”

I sat up to look at him seriously and he laughs “I didn’t! I know how important it is for you to pay it off by yourself. You can try your best first and whatever is left I will cover it for you. Deal?”

“Thank you Jaebum,” I smile through my blurry tear vision. Regardless I could still make out his bright grin.

“Please continue to take care of me Jaebum,” I cry finally admitting that I wanted someone’s help. It felt good and at the same time it didn’t make me feel weak. Jaebum helped me because he wanted me to focus on things that made me happy. He didn’t give me charity money because he pitied me, he wanted me to work hard for bigger and better things without money being a factor that was weighing me down.

“Jaebum?”

He hums in reply, “Yeah?”

“I love you too,” I smile wiping away my happy tears, “I didn’t say it yesterday. But I love you too.”

“Yeah I know,” he smugly concludes pulling me back against his body, “I love you most.”

He pulls me into a kiss as I lean over him allowing him to continue to lie on his back. Even though he was beneath me he still forged dominance as he slips in his warm appendage into my hot cavern. I moan softly as he palms his hand against my breast.

“Jaebum…you’re hurt. We should wait until you’re better,” I sigh pulling away as his lips stubbornly follows mine catching them again.

“I already waited. I wanted to do this in the car when you first kissed me,” he mumbles against my cheek.

“Wouldn’t it hurt?” I ask slightly concerned if it was a good idea to get physical in his condition.

“It hurts more having a hard throbbing cock than a slight tug of stitches. Also knowing you, you will be gentle I’m not concerned in the slightest,” he explains indifferently.

“Beg for it then,” I tease biting my lip. Knowing his personality he was going to be the definition of dominant once he’s back in fit condition. I might as well enjoy the dominance why I can when he’s recovering from three stab wounds, a blow to the head, and arm from yours truly. He raises a brow and I push back his hair so that I could see his forehead and eyebrows, which oddly did something to me.

He slips his index and middle finger into the elastic of my Ryan Bear shorts with a loud snap and gave me a simple command, “Off.” Maybe I was wrong, even in his state he was dominant. Then again what should I expect from mafia leader Jaebum? I obediently take off the shorts, leaving not much difference considering how short the shorts were to begin with. Jaebum smirks reaching out his hand to cup the back of my head, lowering my face to his. He tugs at my bottom between his teeth as his hand slides from the back of my head, down my spine, before slipping into my panties to grab a handful of my ass in his large calloused palm. I whimper as his finger slides up between the crack to rake his fingers under my pajama top, “Off.”

I nervously unbutton the front allowing the fabric to open to only slightly reveal the front sliver of my body. He hums motioning his finger in a come hither motion. I snuffle on my knees closer to him. Jaebum grips my right thigh to bring it over to his other side so that I was straddling him. Even though I was above him I still felt small as he beckons for me to travel higher up on his body. My heat was rested carefully on his stomach as one of his hands held tightly on mine while his other one tugged the collar of my shirt down slipping the thin material from my shoulders. The fabric sat on my elbows and I fell shy as he swallows in my naked form before him. His hand runs up from the hem of my underwear up my waist and ribs until it settles cupping one of my breast. I shyly bite my lip looking into his lust filled orbs. He softly squeezes causing a soft mewl to life my lips, he smirks satisfied before tweaking the sensitive bud between his index and thumb.

“Come, bring that into my mouth,” he says without a hiccup.

“I…I…” I stutter and he slyly smirks, “Did I stutter?”

I shake my head placing both hands on his shoulder as I arch my back so that my breasts press against his nose. He slips out a tongue and swirls it around the sensitive bud before suckling it into his hot mouth. I let out a soft whine as his lips suctioned on my breast. I slid my hands from his shoulders up to his soft onyx locks as his tongue flicks side to side with my nipple still in his mouth. I call out his name and he pulls away with a pop, he looks up at me between my breasts and smiles, “It’s okay, trust me?” it was the exact same words I said to him yesterday. I nod shyly, “Of course.”

Without missing a beat his lips were latched onto my other nipple. His hand palmed and pinched at my other breast slicked with his salvia keeping it occupied making sure it didn’t feel neglected as he gave attention to the other. I whimper as he harshly sucks on the sensitive bud with his tongue darting at the underside. I watch as Jaebum pulls away with closed eyes as he kitten licks at the bud flicking it up and down.

My breath becomes heavier with each heated touch he brought upon my body. It was embarrassing knowing that he felt my heat getting warmer against his sculpted stomach. He knew full well how his actions are getting me worked up beyond recognition. He pulls away from my nipple as a line of salvia trailed from the tip to his lips. His long lashes flutter revealing the darkest hue of brown I’ve ever seen on him.

“Sit on my face.”

I splutter nervously but he only chuckles sending the vibrations from his chest to my core. He lifts my seated bottom from his stomach and guides me towards his face, only stopping once my clothed warmth hovered over his mouth. I clench the headboard to keep still making sure if my legs were to give out I wouldn’t crush Jaebum’s face. He teasingly blows cool air at my sensitive heat and I gasp jumping up slightly. But he wouldn’t let me get too far as his hands firmly grip on my hips and lowered me onto his mouth until I could feel his soft lips flush against my clit, the only thing between them is my thin pair of panties. I dig my nails into the headboard as I watch Jaebum close his eyes in complete bliss as his warm muscle twirls against my clothed bundle of nerves. He softly sucks on the nib causing my hips to grind into his face in desperate need of more friction. He doesn’t seem to mind the lack of oxygen as he continues to prod his tongue into the dampening cloth. Jaebum’s hand slithers up my waist so that he could cup one of my breasts in his large hand while his other hooked the annoying fabric of my panties to the side so that he could finally have direct contact with my pussy. His warm appendage trails up and down my entire slit before he pushes his muscle in. Soon he darts his tongue back and forth relentlessly causing my breaths to shallow out.

“Jaebum…” I whine. His eyes flutter open and up looks up at me with hazy eyes but never once slowing down his tongue. I slide my hands into his freshly washed hair and tugged on his tresses. He hums contently sending the vibrations straight through my throbbing core. “Jaebum,” I breathe again and he smirks sliding his tongue out to wrap around my clit and gave it a final suckle before pulling away.

His hands on my breast and hip pulls away to rest on my thighs, allowing me to slide away so that I could finally sit on his chest giving my knees a break. I silently trace my finger on the collar of his shirt and he quickly catches on. “You can take it off.”

I bashfully grin getting up from him carefully making sure I don’t accidently touch his healing wounds. Jaebum leans up with little difficultly as I help him discard of his uncharacteristically bright yellow t-shirt. Feeling a little bold I slip out of my soaked through panties and tossed it onto his face. Before he could register what I was up to I softly grab onto his clothed erection. A low groan fills the room and my core ached to be filled with him. I massage him gently through the fabric as he throws the panties I dropped on his face across the room. His hips rise to meet my hand for more friction so I comply by pulling down the elastic of the boxers down. Jaebum’s hard and thick cock slaps against his bare stomach and the sight caused my blush to deepen even more. His chuckle snaps me out of my staring contest with his leaking red tip. I look up at him as his finger gestures for me to come closer. I obediently follow and shuffling on my knees to his reclined form. His hand holds the back of my head and lowered it so that he could comfortably kiss me without straining to sit up. After a long moment I pull away holding his head up gently as I slip another pillow underneath his head.

“Is that better?” I ask brushing my thumb across his cheeks. He nods with a soft smile gesturing for me to come closer again. I lay on my stomach beside him his toned bicep curled around my waist holding me tightly against him. I kiss his pronounced jawline and he obediently angles his head giving me full access to his neck. I leave a trail of butterfly kisses along his thick vein before settling over his jugular. I flatten my tongue on his artery and I could feel his quickened pulse under my appendage. Deciding to tease him a little I bite and suck on his supple skin as I raise my leg until my knee came into contact with his erection. He softly whines and the muscles in his arm budges against my body holding me impossibly tight. I pull away with a string of saliva dripping onto his collarbone. I smile softly seeing the purple blossom I left on his smooth skin.

“Fuck…did you really just mark me?” He chuckles and I giggle giving his cheek a quick peck, “Come here…” he growls easily throwing my body into the position he desired. His lips latch onto my throat like a leech as he sucked relentlessly. I cry out in pain as he refused to stop, abusing the sensitive flesh behind my neck, below by jaw, throat, and collarbone. Basically anywhere his mouth could reach he left a trail of love bites. I mewl scratching his pectoral muscles in a lame attempt for him to go gentle. Jaebum smirks against the tingling skin and showered the sore spots with loving kisses when he finally deemed it was enough.

“I would usually kill whoever dared to mark my skin…but since it’s you I guess it’s okay,” he explains in all seriousness. I blink down at him, “Really?” I nervously laugh. Jaebum bites his lower lip contemplating his next few words.

“I…” he starts with a small smile looking anywhere but my eyes, “I think kissing is more intimate than sex. I never let anyone kiss me before.”

At his confession a goofy grin plasters across my face as I watch him become embarrassed and shy. Before he could try to defend himself of his strange tactics I capture his lips with mine.

“I’m scary mafia leader JB’s first kiss,” I snort causing him to roll his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, now go suck my dick.”

“Really?” I ask nervously.

He rolls his eyes with a small laugh, “No maybe next time, I’m just dying to be in you already.”

I bashfully smile and nod as he guides me over his standing erection. I place my hands over his abs while he positions his red tip slick with pre-cum at my entrance. He rubs the lubricated head against my slit teasingly causing my nails to dig into his sides, “Jaebum…” I whine impatiently and he chuckles but nonetheless presses his tip at my entrance until it slowly penetrates and fills up my wet hot cavern. I gasp at his impressive size stretching out my walls, “Jaebum,” I whine again and he laughs the little breaths sending vibrations from his cock to my cunt.

“Take off that stupid bear shirt,” Jaebum scoffs pulling at my shirt that was sitting on my elbows. I didn’t even realize I was still wearing my Ryan Bear pajamas I laugh allowing him to throw the material across the room. Jaebum gazes into my eyes hands still on my hips, he was waiting for me to adjust to his size until I gave him permission to move. I bite my lip nodding slowly ushering for him to start. Jaebum pulls his lips into a tight line and grinds his hip gently into mine. I could physically see and feel him holding back for my sake. He was probably used to rough sex with his flings where he pounded himself into the girl’s pussy until she forgot her name and how to walk the next day, but here he was softly rocking his hips against mine as if I was the most fragile and precious thing he ever held in his hands. I enjoyed the slow and torturous pace that caused his forehead to bead with sweat but I also wanted him fast and hard. I lift myself up on my knees before dropping back down on him. Jaebum takes a sharp intake of breath as his hips began to connect with mine at a faster rhythm. He hisses under this breath, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

I clench my walls around him forcing his eyes to roll shut to focus on his strong deep thrusts. I rake my fingers carefully over his red irritated swollen skin, wary of the rough stitches beneath my fingertips. With the pillows resting behind his head it allowed him a good view of me riding him. I would’ve been embarrassed having someone watch me in such a vulnerable position but the complete admiration in his lidded eyes just fuelled me with even more confidence. I pick up the pace as he slams his pelvis up to meet mine. Loud skin snapping noises fill the room probably loud enough for the neighbours to hear. It only got louder once Jaebum groans rolling himself over to switch positions with me. With me on my back I look up at him worriedly, I wanted to ask him if he was okay to top in his condition but the only thing that managed to leave my lips was a loud moan as he slams into me at the new angle and at a alarming rate. I gasp for air as his hands came to gently wrap and apply pressure on my trachea. I scratch at his back leaving angry red trails but he didn’t seem to mind very much.

The headboard hits the wall with a continuous thud as he slams relentlessly into my core. I whine breathlessly, “I’m close…”

Jaebum scoops me up with his uninjured arm and held me flush against his chest. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he thrusts at an inhuman pace. He captures my lips with his as he swallows up the incoherent splutters flying out from my parted lips. I convulse around his twitching cock and he slips his thumb over my sensitive clit and rubs at the bud until it became swollen from over stimulation while I cry against his shoulder.

“Jaebum!” I cry as the coil in my stomach unravelled. Jaebum grunts out my name slamming desperately with uneven thrusts until his hot seed exploded within me. I whine feeling the hot cum drip down my inner thighs and onto the bedding. Small whimpers left my parted lips as he softly grunts thrusting a few more times to ride out his orgasm. He rolls back and resumes his lying position with me still in his arms. Jaebum didn’t bother to pull out as I feel him starting to soften within me. I rest my head against his chest and he kisses the crown of my head. His calloused fingers soothingly traces patterns into my hot sweaty skin as I pant against his neck. I watch his chest rise and fall in satisfaction before my eyes trailed lower to where both our bodies met. My fingers gently caress his deeper wound where fresh blood started to bubble again at the seams.

“Ah…Jaebum…” I frown at the sight. I could feel him lift his head slightly to see what I was upset over and he just softly chuckles.

“That’s nothing (Y/N).”

“You’re bleeding again,” I groan hugging him tightly.

“It was worth it,” he hums contently closing his eyes. I roll my eyes snuggling into his large warm body. I hum blissfully curling into his side. Just as I was about doze off there was a knock on my door. I groan lifting my head to look at Jaebum.

“Jaebum…” I whine kissing his jaw. He groans turning his head away trying to ignore me.

“It’s your apartment (Y/N),” he sighs rubbing at his closed eyes with the palm of his hand.

I whine childishly butting his cheek with the top of my head. Another knock was heard at the door, “Jaebum!” I whine again and he dramatically groans louder.

Jaebum finally pulls out his member now completely limp. I moan feeling the last few drops of his fluid dribble out. He cups my cheek and plants a chaste kiss on my lips, “You’re lucky that I love you,” he says getting up from the bed in search for his pair of discarded boxers. Without a care he doesn’t bother to find the hilarious oppai shirt and decided to answer the door topless. I giggle contently closing my eyes and snuggling into the warm spot he created earlier.

I hear the door creak open.

And all hell breaks loose.

“What the fuck?!” Two voices boom across the small apartment causing all the confinements to tremor. I sit up in a haste and blink trying to register who the other voice belonged to. Once realization hit me I knew I was fucked. In a haste I threw on my pajama top and ran to the door without any pants.

I flew across the living room to be met with Jaebum and Namjoon at each other’s throats. The two males were throwing punches left and right while I screamed for them to stop. But they ignored me as they continued to yell at each other’s faces.

“Why are you here?”

“I should be asking you that!”

“Stay away from (Y/N)!” They both growl like wild animals.

“You fucking stabbed me!” Jaebum yells attempting to uppercut Namjoon in the jaw.

“I thought I fucking stabbed you to death too!” Namjoon yells back with just as much fire.

At that I took a moment to blink.

Wait.

What?

“That’s enough!” I scream on the top of my lungs finally ceasing movements from both males.

“(Y/N), he’s dangerous,” Jaebum warns trying to pull me back but I swat his hand away.

I hug onto Jaebum and pull him behind me and I look up into Namjoon’s eyes.

“You stabbed my boyfriend? What the fuck oppa!” I cry throwing my fists at the taller male.

Namjoon takes a deep intake of air and pushes his dyed blonde hair back and contorts his face into the scariest scowl I’ve ever seen in all my years of knowing him, but it wasn’t directed to me.

“Oppa?”

“Boyfriend?”

I blink up at Jaebum who held Namjoon’s glare. My throat suddenly felt dry.

“Jaebum, that’s my brother.”

At that moment I realized that Jaebum might not be the only gang leader I know.

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A Red Moon Part 3 (Final)

A/N: You’re going to hate me. I cried when I wrote this.

Thank you for staying with me on this short series. I have a painful long Marvel Avengers series coming up which is currently un-named. Hope you read that one when I post it.

Again please don’t be afraid or hesitant to message / ask me anything (related to this story or not) I’m here. I really appreciate feedback of any kind!

Warnings: Fluff, anger, (don’t think there is swearing in this one, not 100% on that) Again this is not smut. TEARS! OMG THE TEARS!

Word count: 5562  - and Im proud of it 

A Red Moon 1                              A Red Moon 2

It had been a good solid four weeks, almost a full month Y/N had been with the brothers and Lucifer in the bunker. Sam and Dean were barely awake sipping on their coffees in the kitchen. Y/N and Lucifer were already up and after Y/N had insisted on starting the coffee pot for the brothers the pair went out into the woods above the bunker for a quick walk.

“Damn we should have found her sooner.” Dean stated reveling in not needing to make the coffee before drinking it. Sam gave his brother a nod of agreement as he held his coffee in both hands, the steam warming him.

“Lucifer’s nicer with her around, she makes us coffee, and gladly does the research on cases and monsters. She’s a God send.” Dean huffed as he sat down in the chair opposite his brother.

“Who’s a God send?” The voice made both the men jump a little, startled at the sudden presence. Both brothers looked over to see who it was standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Well speak of him and he appears. If only it was that easy a few years back.” Dean grumbled and went to refill his mug.

“Uh our new friend, another possible hunter. Her name is Y/N.” Sam turned to look at God who gave him a silent “ah” and a nod understanding who they were talking about. A few seconds went by and God’s face became a deeply confused frown.

“Wait… Y/N? You mean Y/F/N?” He went on to describe you, the classic, “About yeah tall?” raising his hand to around where your height would be, “Y/H/C hair? Great personality?” The brothers were nodding and drinking along.

A moment of silence as he thought on you trying to remember why something in him said you were important. He snapped his fingers coming to a small conclusion, face still wrapped up in a confused frown.

“Not human right? Big… what was it wings?” He looked between the brothers who were starting to get concerned. The God or Chuck they knew didn’t know this much about one person unless they had done something or were going to do something big.

As if on cue the door to the bunker opened and shut, the three could hear your light laughter coming from the entrance. Chuck walked into the main area, determination in his step, the brothers following behind eager to not miss anything.

Lucifer and Y/N had barely gotten down the stairs when Chuck started to talk.

“Son.” He gave Lucifer a stiff greeting things still being awkward between them. He came up to them as they reach the bottom of the stairs and he held out his hand.

“You must be Y/N. Hi I’m God, but please call me Chuck.” They shook hands, but both were obviously weary of the other. Once he let go of her she shrunk back next Lucifer who guided and walked past his father with a protective prowess until she was closer to the brothers and Chuck was at the edge of the group.

Nobody missed the action, Sam’s brows rose for a moment showing his curiosity, Dean just huffed in amusement. Someone could have cut the tension in the air with a damn knife and there would still be plenty of tension, but none of them knew where it was all coming from.

“Although I do love our past encounters father, I’m more interested in why you’re here.” Lucifer was the first to try and break the tension with a statement laden with sarcasm.

“Well originally it was just to check up on you, but know it’s about her.” Everyone turned to look at Y/N who was leaning on the nearest table, wings wrapped around herself, hiding everything but the tops of her shoulders and up while still revealing anything from her knees down. The rest of her was wrapped in her cool-to-the-touch feathers.

Her brows rose confused looking at Chuck trying to ignore everyone’s eyes.

“I didn’t do anything I swear. Why me? It’s always been my fault why can’t it be someone else’s turn? I’ll take ten years from now.” She started out confident then slowly became small under his gaze.

“You don’t belong here, and I mean that in the nicest of ways. You’re supposed to be guarding something of mine.” Chuck huffed out slightly more agitated now. He took a step towards Y/N, but so did Lucifer.

“What do you mean dad?” Lucifer spit out the last word as if it were a curse, he was starting to hate the idea of his father meeting the woman he cared for. Chuck just sighed as if it were obvious to the world.

“Those idiot werewolves didn’t call her Goddess of the moon for nothing. She is one of two, two angelic like beings, the ones I based you and your brothers off of. Her sister protects the sun, while she is supposed to be guarding the moon.” He huffed out in anger, while everyone either stood or sat in complete shock.

“I’m what now?” Y/N had stood up now and was standing directly behind Lucifer. She gave Chuck the most deadly of gazes, Lucifer caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye and upon seeing it he thought it was kind of hot. To see her angry and upset enough to glare at his father and not be afraid to do so was refreshing to see.

“You are one of the first archangels, not officially called an archangel as you were what I based their being off of, but like I said angel-like-being. You’re also stronger at night, enhanced if you will however you are naturally stronger than any angel.” He trailed off as if reading from a boring script. She seemed to be even more enraged, but Lucifer couldn’t understand why.

“So you’re saying my entire past, everything that happened in that stupid orphanage, and everything I’ve done and been through… Was for nothing? I could have stopped those people? Hell I wouldn’t have had to go through any of that?!” Now it clicked. Lucifer understood and probably better than anyone in the room.

Knowing what she was experiencing or at least some of it, he stepped as side giving her full view of chuck, to which she lifted off the ground ever so slightly too then dart at him and tackle him to the ground. He hadn’t seen it coming so he couldn’t properly defend himself as she started to pummel on him.

Lucifer stopped the brothers from stopping her, just seconds after doing so she was thrown to the ceiling and pinned their by an unseen force – Chuck – he was God after all.

He healed his wounds and looked up at her. She looked to be a bit winded and slightly dizzy, but otherwise fine.

“You going to behave? I swear you might have changed over the years, but damn you haven’t lost any of who you use to be.” He huffed a mixture of amusement and confusion, although his voice held a slight hint of a snarky tone to it. She caught it and upon hearing it growled, her eyes lit up glowing a fierce red. Another thing she did which Lucifer loved and the brothers feared.

As they waited for her to calm down they watched her, as they did Lucifer couldn’t help the surge of energy rush through him as he saw how energized she was. He had to look at the ground for a few moments stopping his eyes from doing the same as hers.

Chuck slowly placed her back on solid ground and she stayed on the floor her wings drooping to either side of her frame. A sign of her defeat and submission, although her heavy breathing suggested that she wanted to continue to fight.

An excruciating 10 minutes passed and Lucifer made his way to her side. Her eyes were shut as she was trying to comprehend everything she’d been told. When their eyes met he saw that she was still trying to calm down. Finally she stood using Lucifer to steady herself a bit until she was straight, her wings providing a bit of balance for her.

“Well isn’t this just a shit show.” Dean broke the silence.

“Dean. Come on man.” Sam scolded his brother who in turn just sighed and raised his hands in defense and moved back to the kitchen. Most likely to get a beer, as coffee wasn’t strong enough. He came back with just that, an open beer and a more relaxed look.

“My memories, how come I don’t have any memory of being this protector?” Y/N looked up to see Chuck eyeing her carefully and thinking on the question he was presented with. He came over to her slowly and placed a hand to her head, her eyes glaring daggers at him while he did so.

With a small flash of Chuck’s eyes and a painful grip on Lucifer’s arm Y/N staggered back a bit, her wings flared out to try and stop her from falling. As Chuck walked back to his previous placement Lucifer stood before Y/N trying to make sure she was alright.

“What did you do?” He didn’t look at his father as he spoke, but anyone could hear the hate and anger in his voice.

“Gave her the memories she wanted, all of them. I think she might have found a way to lock them away, but she should remember now.” Lucifer moved his hands from her forearms to either side of her face trying to get her to look at him. Her face was scrunched up in pain and she gripped him tight enough to leave bruises.

Of course with very little grace they probably would leave marks. He’d felt worse and so wasn’t fazed by the pain, but just kept looking to her. When she did open her eyes he started to almost whisper to her trying to get her to just focus on him.

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/N. Hey I’m right here remember me? Lucifer big bad and scary?” He smiled a little knowing what her answer would be.

“You’re not scary Lucifer, but some of the things I’m remembering now… woah.” She came back and steadied herself holding his arms, but her mind was still dizzy so her wings were flaring and randomly twitching outwards as if they had a mind of their own.

“Come on.” He trailed off as he picked her up bridal style, one wing wrapping around him the other trying to keep as close as possibly to her body. He walked her to the nearest couch and put her down kneeling next to her.

Chuck and the Winchesters kept talking presumably about his newly showing compassion towards this woman, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to make sure she was alright.

A while later and she’d fallen asleep, tried from the ordeal. Lucifer got up and walked back to the group to find out what they were talking about.

“You’ve changed son. I just wish it didn’t have to do with Y/N.” Before he could go any further Lucifer went on the defensive, crossing his arms defiantly.

“What do you mean you wish is didn’t have to do with her? She understands me, she doesn’t see me as a monster. Do you not want me to have that? Can I not experience something like this for once in my life?” He thought the worst, his father always being one for extremes.

“I mean I have to get her back to where she was, if she is gone for much longer the moon will diminish, she is needed there weather you like it or not son.” Another silence, but none the less dangerous.

“Alright hold up here a sec. If she’s that important then why didn’t you notice her missing a long time ago?” Dean spoke up taking a step closer to them, but not getting in between them – that would be suicide.

“I did notice, but after everything that’s been happening I – it must have slipped my mind. However that does not make her any less important. She is in the simplest terms the moon.” Chuck had turned to the Winchesters long ago opting to not look his son in the eye while being glared at.

“The moon. She,” Sam points to Y/N lying on the couch peacefully, “Is the moon? How?” Sam was beyond confused now and couldn’t help it. His features twisting into a deep confusion.

“It’s hard to explain.” Chuck sighed in defeat.

“Try.” If it hadn’t been a serious conversation Dean or Sam would have whispered jinx as they spoke at the same time. Chuck could only sigh and pull a chair out from under the table. The rest of them grabbed chairs getting the hint that it would be a long conversation.

Some hours later it had been explained at great length what Y/N’s purpose was – which was to care for the balance of the moon. It was more supernatural then he could really explain, but he tried. Her presence brings a kind of peace to the moon, which for all intense and purpose was more a supernatural creature then a planet.

Some cultures and religions had speculated of this before, the planets were actually something known as Titans. For the purpose of explaining Y/N’s purpose it worked and helped the brothers and his son understand her importance. She is the only one able to communicate with this titan – the moon – and she helps it, she protects and takes care of it.

“So what you’re telling us is that she is basically the caretaker of the moon? Then her sister is the caretaker of the Sun and ever since Y/N left her sister has been taking care of both of these… Titans?” Sam laid it out the way it sounded to him and Chuck just nodded over and over.

“Finally you’re all getting it. Or at least Sam is.” Chuck quickly retreated from his happier mood. It had been hours and both brothers got up and went to bed saying they would ‘sleep on it’ Lucifer went to his room, but didn’t get much sleep. Chuck however stayed up and spoke with Y/N when she woke up.

After a heated, but shushed argument between Y/N and Chuck she went to bed, making sure to take the one route in the underground labyrinth that would ensure that Lucifer didn’t see her slip into her room.

The next morning Sam was the first up to talk to Chuck and make the first batch of coffee, next was Dean then Lucifer.

You woke up slowly not wanting any of this to be true, not wanting to think about what Chuck had said last night. Once you felt you were really fully awake you moved faster.

Got up, had the fastest shower, got dressed – you’d started sporting more plaid shirts the longer you stayed with the brothers – and went past the kitchen where everyone had gathered.

Instead of joining them you moved with purpose and without any thought of stopping. You grabbed your jacket as you past it, the black leather resting on the hook closest to the stairs leading out. You skipped stairs, hell you practically jumped to the top then ran out the door.

Throwing your jacket on as you got outside you took in the crisp air as you adjusted your jacket over your now much larger wings. Once it was in the right spot you shot up into the air, your mind cleared as the oxygen filled your lungs. You shut your eyes letting your body just drift on the wind.

“If not for me then do it for him.” Chuck whispered agitated.

“What does he get out of this?” You crossed your arms not wanting to give up easy.

Words, whispers of the previous night crept into your thoughts, you let them come then go deciding not to linger on them.

“I’ll do it. I swear to you.”

The last words and the pleading look in Chuck’s eyes were the clearest. You still hadn’t given him an answer before you went to bed and you sure as hell weren’t about to go give him one now, not until you thought it all through.

The bunker’s door creaked and groaned as it was opened and then the loud sound of it slamming shut is what got the four men moving. When they got to the door and out they looked around and it was only Chuck and Lucifer who had the idea of looking up when they spotted her.

They could see her lifting higher into the sky her wings barely needing to move they were so strong. Lucifer was envious at first, then concerned.

“Come on lets go back inside and wait for her, she’s probably thinking things over.” Chuck offered, but didn’t look away for another few moments. The Winchesters went back into the bunker opting to get back to their coffees instead of staying in the cold.

Lucifer just wanted her to come down and talk to him. So he stayed outside for the remainder of the day. It was when her skin started to tingle that she finally came down. Her wings barely moving again as she floated back down looking more than ever like an angel to him.

It was dark now and the air hinted at rain later, maybe sooner rather than later. Lucifer stayed quiet as Y/N landed next to him.

“What’s your say in all of this? What would you have me do?” Y/N broke the silence first, her questions caught him off guard which he wasn’t expecting. He took a moment to think.

“I want…” He took a few paces forward moving his hand over hers. She was colder than he was, but goosebumps still arouse upon his contact.

“I want you to stay. Screw my father and he wants and needs, I need you. You’re the one person I’ve met that understands me. I know this is sudden and I don’t usually share – feelings often, but you need to know.” He lifted his gaze from her hand to find her silently crying.

Something he knew she was good at. Tears spilled down her cheeks and trailed down her neck where they just kept going, new tears taking up the paths made by the old ones. Just like the invisible scars from her past that were being opened with new wounds now.

Slowly, unsure more so about himself then ever he raised his arms over her shoulders and brought her in for a hug, her head resting against his chest. They’d hugged before, but this was different somehow.

She was silent still, but at least wrapped her own arms around him, her wings thought for themselves, slumping down and holding him just below where her hands came to rest. Her beautiful feathers dragging through the dirt a bit.

Rain started pattering down on them slowly. Little droplets that felt warm on their skin, like it was raining fire, not water.

She started to shake a little the tears holding back screams that threatened to come out. He stayed quiet just holding her resting his chin on her head offering as much comfort as he could. He spoke into her hair just loud enough so that it would reach her over the sound of the rain which had gotten a little harder.

“Y/N, you mean more to me than anything. I’ll never let you go.” She seemed to stop at that and he had to pull away to see her even for just a moment. It wasn’t like him to be this attached, but she was different and now this morning he found out that she’s older then him by maybe five years.

Y/N truly was perfect for him.

As he pulled back she looked up to him her hair now drenched, clinging to her, but she wore a smile. A small one, but still a smile. She rubbed her eyes with a rain soaked hand, just smearing the tears and rain.

A light laugh arouse in her at her realization as to what she’d just done. IT made even him laugh a little as well. He put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her in to kiss her forehead.

“What do you say, you and I get out of this rain?” Lucifer offered trying to keep her smiling. She just nodded another smile creeping onto her face. He nodded and wrapped an arm around her pulling Y/N under his arm, her wing closest to him wrapping around him and resting across his back.

As they made their way back into the bunker Lucifer missed it. The look in Y/N’s eye, she was looking at him not daring to look away for fear that she might forget him one day. Fearing that she might not get to see that smile again, see those brilliant blue eyes. See his personality and who he really was, or get to hear how sassy he got with everyone.

With her arm still wrapped around his waist, and her gazed fixed on him she let him guide them through the entrance and down the stairs. Sam and Dean asked the pair questions, and Lucifer answered them not noticing the Y/N hadn’t moved or said a word.

Sam was the first to recognize the look in Y/N’s eyes, he went silent and leaned against the nearest table mouth closed tight in his silent realization. He knew that look. He’d done the same thing with Jess before he left with his brother.

It had been so long now, but he remembered standing there for what felt like forever just staring at her. Taking all of her in before it was all taken away from him. Dean slapped his arm to get his attention back and while Lucifer and Chuck talked he asked what he was thinking.

“Dean, look at her. Really look.” Dean did so and his face softened upon finally noticing the look. It hit them both now, she hadn’t answered any of the questions she’d just been staring at him. The pair went quiet upon remembering what Chuck had told them during lunch.

That he’d talking to Y/N and it was her choice now, but he’d offered her something. The brothers stayed quiet not daring to break Y/N out of her trance. It was when Sam saw tears pricking at her eyes that he had to leave the room and dragged his brother with him.

This was getting serious for her, she was going to decide on something soon and he couldn’t stand to watch it. The two didn’t talk, just sat in the kitchen silently drinking beers waiting for it to be over. This was bigger than them they couldn’t stop anything here and they knew that.

“I-I uh wanted to ask Sam something I’ll be right back okay?” Y/N’s voice sounded close to the kitchen and when she slipped in pained tears started falling down her face again. Her wings were drooping to the ground as she opened her arms to the brothers.

Both set their beers down faster than ever and gave her a group hug of sorts. They stayed silent not daring to alert Lucifer of what was happening. When they broke away Y/N had stopped crying and wiped away her tears.

“So I guess you guys already know. Um could I ask that you keep him busy just get him doing something so he doesn’t have to see, but don’t be rough on him for the next little while alright? If he does something stupid just pray to the moon I guess.” The three shared muffled chuckles, but they were gone as fast as they came.

She crossed her arms suddenly feeling very cold without him, her wings wrapped around her frame providing a small sense of comfort.

“Of course. Yeah we’ll go easy on him for the next little while. Promise, and whatever you do we’re with you.” Sam whispered, and Dean agreed from next to him. She looked the brothers over with the same trance like look she had with Lucifer for a moment or two not wanting to lose them either.

With a final sniffle and a hand through her wet hair she stood up straighter and nodded to them. They nodded back, tears now threatening the brother’s eyes as she walked back out to Lucifer and Chuck. They each chugged their beers and went out into the main room to see the three. Lucifer wasn’t facing her when she came back out so he didn’t see her nod to Chuck.

He went silent and just as Lucifer was about to verbally pounce on him Y/N took Lucifer’s hands in hers and moved in front of him. He softened upon seeing her.

“Hey, I’m going to ask you something. Okay?” He nodded brows furrowing. Y/N couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, rather she look down to his hands her thumbs tracing circles over the backs of his hands.

Only the brother’s saw Chuck disappear from behind Y/N.

“How would you feel if you got your grace back? Just as easy as someone snapping their fingers and there it is you have it?” He didn’t even have to think on the question, it was easy he didn’t think anything of it.

“I’d feel whole again, I’d have more grace back it is what I am, it’s a part of who I am.” He shrugged as if it were common knowledge, which to this group it was.

Y/N was still looking down at his hands when she put one hand on his chest. Something ran through him, it wasn’t his grace, but he couldn’t tell what it was. Y/N finally looked up to see his confused eyes.

She’d shed so many tears this night that her eyes were a little red, but now more spilled over like they had outside.

“Now it’s my turn to talk. I need you just as much as you need me. So I am happy to give you something that makes you feel whole. Chuck promised that if I go back he’ll give you your grace back. All of it.” Y/N could stop the cracks in her voice and the shaking of her hands, but Lucifer couldn’t move, he didn’t understand why not.

“Y/N please, no. I don’t want my grace if I can’t have you.” Y/N raised a finger to his lips stopping him, her hand was shaking. He didn’t usually comply, but this time because it was Y/N he did. She sniffled then raised herself to let her lips meet his.

It was the most passionate and desperate feeling he’d ever felt and it just made him want her more when she pulled away. A smile graced her lips as she stepped back, the hand that had been on his chest was still outstretched towards him. It was now obvious that in her memories she had remembered that she had powers.

“Please don’t Y/N. Please.” He trailed off unable to continue his plead as even he started to tear up.

“Please don’t make this any harder than it is. You should know as long as you’re in the moonlight I’ll watch over you.” Her voice cracked and she had to take a moment. When she recomposed herself Y/N looked back at Lucifer locking eyes.

“Please don’t leave me here alone.” Was all that he could muster as the first few tears slipped past his icy blue eyes and down his cheeks. The statement alone had her crumbling again, sniffling and hyperventilating slightly now she rose up again to lock eyes once more.

“Just close your eyes the sun is going down. You’ll be alright no one can hurt you now, come morning light, you’ll be safe and sound.” Y/N smiled remembering when she first said those words to him. When he’d fallen off the tallest building in that little town, and he’d given up all hope. She had been there to catch him when he fell.

Lucifer struggled against Y/N’s magic, but managed to move his foot forward moving him closer to her. She came back from the memory and held him back in place.

“It should be come moonlight. No one can hurt you now, come moonlight.” He’d given up on fighting her restraints and just looked to her cold tears falling on their own accord.

With a small fleeting smile she looked to the Winchesters who were also crying now at the whole ordeal.

“I’ve left notes in your room’s think of them as instructions.” The two nodded understanding. Y/N looked to Lucifer once more.

“No matter what happens, no matter what you do, I’ll always love you.” She came closer to him and gave him a light kiss before stepping back once more and lifting off the ground to the door.

“I love you too, please don’t leave me here alone.” He trailed off not able to think straight as he magic ended dropping him to the ground where he couldn’t help, but cry. He stared up at her as she left, and continued staring at where she had been as if she was still there.

Sam and Dean didn’t say anything just left after her. Not wanting to bother him. When they got outside Y/N was on her hands and knees crying slumped over much like Lucifer was.

“You promise! When I do this you have to give him his grace back!” Even though her voice was cracking she was yelling at Chuck who just stood there agreeing to her terms.

“Yes I promised you I would and I shall, the brothers here will be my witness.”

“NO! You’ll do it out here under the moon so I can see! If you don’t I swear I’ll rip the damn MOON AND SUN APART!” He agreed to those terms as well.

“Get it over with. I don’t know how much longer I can hold myself back from running to him.” With that mention of not going through with it Chuck raised his hands and waved them in almost a sweeping bow when Y/N rose off the ground and a light built within her core spreading to her whole body. It seeped out onto her skin as she rose higher, her wings spread out behind her, legs and arms almost looking limp.

Nobody noticed the bunker’s door move slightly or the extra presence as Lucifer had stepped out to see Y/N be consumed in the light. As she roes higher the light became beads of light separating from the whole and flying higher towards the moon like a million fireflies.

The group moved closer together to watch her go, the light seeming to never fade and practically land on the moon’s surface.

As all the light finally reached the moon it seemed to spread over the moon and make it shine a brilliant white for just a moment. A moment that the whole world would have missed with the blink of an eye.

Lucifer would never miss it. He didn’t look away from the moon even when he felt the energy of his grace fully returning into his body, his wings brilliant white like the flash of Y/N across the moon’s surface.

He felt himself return to normal, the vessel sealed and strengthened so it could contain his full self. Lucifer couldn’t help, but to spread his wings and fly over the trees to the creek hiding in amongst the trees.

Y/N had taken him there whenever they went for a walk together. They’d found it together and it was there that he chose to lay down on the cool damp grass and stare up at the moon.

Chuck spoke with the brothers then left and they went back into their rooms silently agreeing that they wanted to know what Y/N had written them.

Each letter had detailed instructions on how to get to Y/N’s house and how to disarm the traps and security she had in place. The differences being what she wanted them to have in the house. The library was Sam’s, the basement’s secret weapons stash Dean’s, the house in general theirs.

A the end of both the letters Y/N had outlined a specific object, a journal, what it looked like and where it was hidden in the house and even how to get to it. This journal was to be Lucifer’s, if he wanted it or not it did not matter because it was his now, a detailed recollection of her life.

The good the bad, and the ugly. He’d been the only one to care so Y/N wanted him to have it, secrets and all.

What the brothers didn’t know and wouldn’t for quite some time was that there was a necklace inside the journal. A silver cross, smooth and simple, just placed upside down on the silver chain. Lucifer would find it and wear it under his vessels clothes and now that he had his grace and his vessel could contain it without breaking he would never take the necklace off.

He wasn’t usually sentimental, but she was different. Y/N was different, she was his very own guardian angel.

Thanks for sticking with me on this mini series. Please don’t be afraid to give me feedback! Or to talk to me about anything! Im here i just have delayed responses. If i made mistakes Im sorry. I will be posting some Marvel fics soon starting with “Photograph” a one shot which is already written just needs to be posted. 

Have a great day! Sorry if you cried!

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Haechan || I'll Make It Up To You (ang/f.)

+Where his instincts cause a girl to be put in the hospital, feeling guilty he decides to make it up to her somehow only to find he may feel more than guilty towards her+ "Kill me now!" My friend groaned while slamming her head on her locker. "With pleasure." I roll my eyes only to have her glare at me. "What's wrong now you angsty millennial?" I ask as she takes her books from my arms and shoves them in to her cramped locker. Highschool. We all hate it whether it's academics or the people there. I for one hate both, I mean academics aren't the worst but they aren't the best either. However, the people are another story. Of course I had my own group of friends but there were more groups such as the scene kids, the drama kids, vegans, potheads etc. I wasnt much for labels but sadly this is what society conditions us to consider. "Mark hasn't talked to me in a while.... I just think something is up you know?" I scoffed and waited for her to close her locker so we could start walking to my locker. "I don't, honey incase you forgot I dont know anything about the anatomy of said male species." I said, she glared at me again this time I knew it was serious. "Im sorry kiddo it's just when it comes to boys I'm not the one you should be coming to." I gave her shoulder a pat before walking ahead of her to catch my locker. She leaned on the locker beside mine and frowned, it was a sunny day but with her it felt really cloudy. "Just talk to him, maybe he's just going through something and needs some space...." I trailed off as I noticed the red liquid ooze out of my locker like honey. "Ah! What the fuck!" My friend shrieked and grabbed my shoulder to pull me back with her. "What in the...." I looked around to see who could've done this only to find myself groaning internally. "Of fucking course it was her it's always her." I muttered and closed my locker. "Sorry babe I'll catch up to you later!" I said as I walked straight to my class. As I entered all eyes were on me, of course they would there was fake blood all over me who wouldn't even glance? "What's your deal?" I said angrily to the blonde girl with the black oily roots who stood there just smirking at me obviously finding my anger amusing. "You're so stupid! All my books were in there you fucking idiot, sorry to break it to you but unlike you I can't tell my daddy to buy me something everytime I want! you little spoiled bitch!" It wasn't common of me to be so angry usually I wouldn't care but something about the fact that ALL my shit was there really pissed me off. She was smirking at me but suddenly dropped the smirk only to replace it with tears. I stood back in surprise and turned around only to make eye contact with to ever to lovely Haechan. Of course, just when I was at my worst he had to appear. He dropped his backpack and literally ran towards the crying girl, "What the fuck is your problem?!" He yelled at me as he put the her behind him in a protective manner. I was way beyond angry, beyond furious, there was no word to describe it all I know is that there was probably smoke coming out of my nostrils. "I don't know who you think you are but she's playing victim and right now you look stupid defending the wrong per-" I was cut off by his angry shove which left me literally flying across the room like some person in some stupid overrated action movie. All I could hear was gasps of shock, my vision was getting blury from the tears if pain. My head was banging and my ears were ringing before suddenly I knocked out. 2:45pm I laid in the hospital bed not yet awake but very aware of my surroundings. Feeling like I was stalling too much I decided to finally open my eyes so that I could intake my surroundings properly. "Oh look a chair, oh look another chair, hey~ it's a window...." I said to myself with full sarcasm. I felt something tight on my head so out of instinct I reached up to snatch it off only to realize it was a band that was probably put there to help close up the wound that kid caused. "That stupid kid, if only he knew...." I huffed. "Oh Miss y/n! I see you're finally awake! We're currently talking to your parents you'll be out of here in no time!" The nurse smiled and she walked over to me, I thankfully nodded and turned my attention elsewhere. Wait till I get my hands on you Haehcan just you wait. ||The next day|| Sleeping was a pain. My head was constantly banging, my nose was stuffed, my hair was tied into this weird thing, I felt like I was sleeping with a condom on my fucking head. I was angry. "Mom no. You can't be serious!" I argued, it was only a few ten hours after my discharge from the hospital and instead of my required rest I was to be sent to stress in my ever so lovely school. "Hon, it's for the best there will be no one here and at least if you faint this time someone will be able to do something about it." She gave me a stern look signaling she was not about to argue anymore meaning all I could do was just sigh in defeat. "Now hurry and get dressed!" She yelled from the other room. || 7:00am|| I'm not very fond of hats or anything but today was one of those days where I was forced to put something on my head to avoid questions about why I have a bandage on my crusty ass forehead. As I walked through the halls I was relieved to only have stares being thrown at me and not meaningless conversations. I walked closer to my locker expecting a huge mess from yesterday but to my surprise I found much more. It was clean. The outside of my locker was no longer stained fake blood, but if someone cleaned my locker what did they do to the inside? I could only be eager to find out. I hesitantly opened it only to see I had my hopes up too high. Everything was messier than before, my books were still covered in the red liquid which obviously caused great damage but I was more heartbroken to see that someone had the nerve to steal my personal belongings and if they didn't steal them they were right there....broken or soggy. I felt like breaking down and falling, I just wanted to cry it out. I could only let out a disappointed sigh as I closed my locker slowly to avoid getting the fake blood on me again. I began to walk towards class only to hear someone call my name. "Y/n!" I turned around and didn't hesitate to give them a weird look. It was my best friend. "There you are! I've been looking for you since yesterday I can't believe you left me alone!" She smiled and gave me the tightest hug I've ever gotten. "I can't believe it either...." i mumbled into her shoulder before letting go and telling her I was heading to class. It was loud and almost everyone was running inside, I really can't believe my classmates are such animals. However, once I stepped inside everything I was already on the floor thankfully I didn't hit my head like last time but my bottom hurt so bad. A hand was offered to me and I was about to take it but thankfully I saw who it was and stood up myself despite the fiery pain. As much as I would've liked a hand to help me I couldn't accept Haechan's. He was clearly angry that I rejected his offer but he did nothing to express it besides the look on his face he so unhesitatingly wore. I could only walk to my seat slowly and in silence. Throughout class I felt eyes just blazing on me, there was no breaks it was every fucking minute of class. Thankfully break rolled along quite quickly, right as the bell rung I wanted to just zoom out of class but I couldn't. I just sat down in silence and minded my own business as I turned my head towards the windows and stared at the scenery outside. "Im sorry." A voice was heard right next to me, I knew exactly who's it was too. "Do you even know why you should be sorry? Or are you just saying it to ease your guilt?" I couldn't look at him, I really really couldn't and I didn't know why. He was silent, I took a deep breath before turning to face him, his face fell. "Do you realize what you did to me yesterday?" He put his head down in defeat, "Do you?" I stressed. "Sorry doesn't make up for the fact that you publicly and incorrectly humiliated me, sorry can't pay expensive ass hospital bills, sorry can't bring back my personal belongings that were destroyed, it can't bring back the money I have to pay for the damage of those book, sorry can't....bring back my feelings for you." As soon as I felt a tear slide down my cheeks I grabbed my backpack and left class. I can't believe I just did that. ||Author pov|| It hurt Haechan to have those words thrown at him but he knew it was the truth. He didn't like to hurt people but he always caught himself unintentionally doing so. And to make things worse he hurt the one person he swore to never even lay a finger on. His heart could only ache at her stinging words. After she stormed out of class he wanted to leave her to do her own thing but he couldn't. As he stepped out of class and looked for her he knew he could only do one of two things, hurt her more or make things better. She hadn't got very far from the class as she was walking very slowly therefore it was very easy to catch up to her. Knowing she wouldn't want to stop and talk he grabbed her hand with a tight grip and lead her out of campus until they were in a park nearby. ||Back to you|| "What are you doing?!" I yelled angrily as we stopped walking. "Shut up and sit down we need to talk." I scoffed at his words. "Have fun talking to yourself bec-" He grabbed my hand and pulled my down with his only I wasn't beside him, I was on him. I could feel my cheeks redden and my palms get sweaty from the sudden action. His face was also red, as if he didn't expect to do that, his palms were also heating up against my own. "Do I have your attention now?" He said, I could only nod. "Good. Listen, about yesterday I'm actually very sorry. I had no idea what was going on and it was my mistake for acting out of instinct. I'm sorry I really am. When I heard what really happened you don't know how much I just wanted to fall face first down a flight of 1000 stairs.... I was looking for you everywhere and I got so scared because I couldn't find you-" "I was at the hospital? Didn't an ambulance come to pick me up?" "No.... Jeno actually carried you to the nurses office and then I couldn't find you anywhere. You don't know how much I wanted to run after you but I was so in shock from what I did that I couldn't correctly." He looked down and suddenly his fingers were intertwined with my own. "You don't have to worry about bills by the way, your bills are being payed by the daddy's girl that started this in the first place." I sighed feeling a heavy weight being lifted off my chest. "Im sorry, and I promise.... I'll make it up to you." He smiled. "And how will you do that?" He was in thought for a long time before suddenly springing up an idea. "How about a date? I'll pay for everything, you just need to show up?" I could only nod and smile excitedly. -Admin So this summer hopefully im very active on here now that I'm done studying for a few months and all. Hope you guys enjoy this little scenario btw I have a Ten scenario on the way soon!! I hope you guys have a good summer!! AND BTW SUMMER 127 IS A BOP WE CAN FIGHT ON THIS

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