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I have mixed feelings on joker 2. On one hand, it’s a sequel to one of my favorite films of all time. On the other hand, it’s a sequel to one of my favorite films of all time lol. I just hold Joker to an incredibly high standard and I’m terrified that the sequel will not only not live up to the first film, but will actually taint it if it just comes out “meh” or “oof”.
I love Arthur and I hope the sequel doesn’t make him OOC to what we feel like his character is. 😰
This is the same thing I am currently struggling with in my Joker fic. I absolutely love the not-so-normalcy of ordinary Arthur. He somehow manages to soften all our hearts despite the danger he can impose.
Joker is much more confident and takes pleasure in showing people the madness that lurks within his mind. He is a completely different man, even if what's inside of his head is still the same. But he walks around with a different air to him. And how do I keep readers interested when he suddenly has swagger? 👀 (Not to mention a different surrounding: we go from his mom's homely home to...? A hideout? A lair? We go from him being all on his own to men standing behind him shouting their support? From him being ignored and beaten to girls fawning over him for his charm and dare? Add to that the fact that Harley and Joker have a love history that many of the Joker fans might feel a little nifty towards because of well.. ovaries and so on that might disagree XD It's going to be a tricky mix! )
[And now I get this random prompt idea of Reader being sent to the past, Arkham Asylum, to stop Arthur from meeting Harley, as that will cause for bad things to happen in the future. And this stupid doctor they set upon the task after Arthur murdered their last psychologist randomly giving away the fact that he may never meet this certain Harley Quinn. And Arthur seeing Reader lurking about the premisis in her white nurse suit and mistaking her to be Harley (who he at that point has never met) and more smutscenes and misunderstandings. And the future people deliberately having send reader because she looks like this one woman that kept returnig in the pictures he drew in his notebook, so she's like his dream-girl personified and is technically used as bait to lure him away from Harley's destructively good match. OMG I can't write that. I still need to finish the fics I have in progress XD ]
I feel you, anon, for I fear the same things. Can they deliver when the charm of the first movie will be hard to match?
#If anyone sees new Gaga as Harley pics out there send them to me#Arthur Fleck#Anon ask#Joker 2019#Joker 2
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Disclaimer that i am going to touch on the intercommunity treatment of bisexuals, but i want to clarify right now that this does not mean that other wlw or lesbians are somehow the biggest perpetrators of biphobia (quite the contrary, lesbians and other wlw are usually the ones we can turn to and count on the most for solidarity and support). I'm clarifying this mainly because I really do not want anyone to use this post as fodder for baseless casual lesbophobia, or to see a part where I specifically refer to "wlw spaces" and think that this means they are automatically exempt from reflecting on their own biphobia. Okay thanks
the way some people talk about bisexuals, but specifically bisexual women, makes it very clear that a lot of you think that being attracted to men in any capacity makes us less deserving of empathy or support. i think it comes back to the idea that being attracted to men at all makes you dirty somehow, and that as bisexuals we should supposedly be able to "choose" not to associate with men (like those weird as fuck feb/fems, who run exclusively w t3rfs and other transphobes??). it's a weird mindset to have and also gives way very quickly to victim blaming, as though the way that abusive men treat us, as their partners, is actually our fault for "associating" with men to begin with.
it's incredibly alienating and isolating, but on a larger scale the "hypersexual, disloyal bisexual" stereotype is often used to justify the abuse and violence bisexuals (and again, disproportionately bisexual women) face at the hands of their loved ones. like, literally just fucking look at how people treat amber heard, a (rich, white, conventionally attractive) bisexual woman. the abuse she's suffered at the hands of that fucking creep j0hnny depp is constantly justified by bringing up her sexuality and stereotypes associated with bisexuality (her supposed promiscuity, her perceived untrustworthiness, her greed etc)
it's in the same vein as when het women face domestic abuse at the hands of their partners and instead of showing concern, you all (as in EVERYONE, not solely wlw) meme their pain like "omg haha are the straights okay 😝" as if we asked to be treated like shit by being attracted to men lol? like, bi or not, don't you find it really heartbreaking that people face abuse at the hands of people that claim to love them?? and the abuse is often specific to biphobia, usually tied to the "cheating and greedy" bisexual stereotype, and not solely the homophobia that is perpetrated against perceived same-gender relationships. which is why it is important to allow bi women to speak openly on their relationships, regardless of who they are with, because often LGBT (and specifically wlw) spaces are some of the only spaces where we can speak about our experiences, and seek advice or help. that's not even touching on the social stigma already associated with being a survivor of domestic abuse.
like, i am also not a fan of the very general and generic "male positivity" posts (mostly because they don't really get at the root of the biphobia, which is almost always directed at the women in relationships with men and not at the men themselves - again in a very victim blaming way) but i also think at a certain point we need to address how these attitudes are fundamental in normalizing the violence & abuse aimed at bisexual people.
* also reading through this again i feel like parts of what i wrote might be construed as me saying that being attracted to men is like a burden or always "inherently" going to be abusive or something, which it definitely is not lol. i am (again) just speaking on specific circumstances, which i hope is clear ❤
okay sorry if this is kind of all over the place but i just had a lot to say. i hope this makes sense but feel free to ask for clarification wherever needed too
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hiii could you do one of these instagram things with eve.frsn and harry, i just love her style xoxo ♥️♥️♥️
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
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warnings; there can be a few mistakes with the grammar.
「 REQUESTS ARE OPEN 」
It would be wonderful If you ~reblog it~ that help me a lot, it inspire me for write more.
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yourinstagram walked all day and couldn't find the rainbow
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harrystyles I'm looking at one right now
⤅ynfan992 he calls her rainbow 😩
⤅harryfan672 who gave you the right to be the most perfect boyfriend in the world?
⤅harryfan888 @harryfan672 only on this world?
⤅harryfan672 @harryfan888 you're right, let me correct it; the most perfect boyfriend in the whole universe
barbarapalvin love how you guys match in a heavenly way
yndaily I'm not gonna say who took this picture bc y'all know it already
⤅yourinstagram a stranger
⤅harryfan623 @yourintagram omg hahaha poor harry
⤅ynfan018 @yourintagram like, who's harry?
harryfan540 but- her eyes... so damn beautiful
stinegoyastudio lovely lady
yourbffinstagram saw it from my window 🌈
harryfan092 PROOFS!
⤅ynfan176 @harryfan092 what do you mean?
⤅harryfan092 @ynfan176 that they walk all around the city and no one saw them
⤅ynfan176 @harryfan092 uhm?? it's not like every single person in the city gonna be looking for them... You know, everyone have their own bussines
⤅harryfan800 @ynfan176 exactly! Why someone have to confirm that they were walking?
⤅harryfan092 @harryfan800 bc then it's not real
⤅ynfan176 @harryfan092 omg... Get outta here
lookitsnyoh i'm the blurry spot behind you
ynfan388 everyday passed by without being blessed to be beside you
ynfan729 ok but I want the beanie and the scarf
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harrystyles In the middle of a rainy june
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yourinstagram all that green and your eyes are still my favorites
⤅harrystyles @yourinstagram I'm blushing. On my way to... Where am I going?
⤅harryandyn guys stop, i can't cry all day
⤅yndaily she's a poet and he's her inspiration
⤅harryupdates @harrystyles love, i think you got a little bit flustered
⤅harryfan723 i want what they have!
harryfan811 when it will be my turn?
kaiagerber can she be my photographer?
harryfan402 everybody, say thank you to yn for took this picture of a lovely man
⤅harryfan331 @harryfan402 just imagining that he posed for it 🥺
alessandro_michele what a cutie
harryfan101 can- can i be god's favourite for once?
cazoff model material, naturally
adamprendergast_ what a pretty boy smiling at the void
⤅harryfan699 now i now that adam is the annoying friend of the gruop
emiozmen @harryfan699 don't even doubt it
harryking may a offer you an umbrella, my lord?
⤅harrynews one fan said he had an umbrella, but he just doesn't use it
⤅harryfan782 let the boy get wet
⤅harryfan226 @harryfan782 YOU DIDN'T
⤅ynfan335 @harryfan782 this is my favorite comment ever
troyesivan my life is brighter now
⤅harryfan602 @troyesivan we need a collab
⤅columbiarecords indeed
⤅harryfan602 @columbiarecords wait wtf
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yourinstagram contrast 🔹🔻
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florencepugh = 💜
⤅yourinstagram :)
harryfan222 omg i get it now
ynfan889 this is so adorable
yoursisterinstagram this is a lot of chaotic energy for my board
yndaily we love their eclectic little world
zendaya big fan of your hair
ynfan022 how can i not love this two weirdos?
harrystyles you said crazy pose, not dramatic
⤅yourinstagram @harrystyles your smile it's crazy delightful
⤅harryfan700 @yourinstagram can i be you girlfriend too?
⤅harryfan191 @harryfan700 same, i fell in love because she knows exactly what she's doing
⤅ynfan748 this man won the best woman ever
harryandyn god, i see what you do for others
charlotteanneclark a mood
harryfan882 i really love that he feels so comfortable with her and their relationship to let us see this.
⤅harryfan525 @harryfan882 ikr he finallt let us see this side of him and I'm an emotional mess
⤅harryfan106 @harryfan882 i think we finally understand that he has a life and can love whoever he chooses
rosalia.vt happy but confused at the same time
harryfan441 ugh, they are so foolishly in love
t_chalament it's a yes from me
⤅harryfan722 timothee represents me
ynfan831 she matches his personality so perfectly
annetwist lovely pics!
⤅ynfan029 she loves her 🤍
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harrystyles The route was traced, the playlist was ready; and even like that we get lost.
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yourinstagram told you to give the map and you said no
⤅harrystyles @yourinstagram I wanted it to be a surprise!
⤅harrynews i can't bear too much cuteness
⤅ynfan551 these two are the only couple that made me belive that true love exists
⤅yndaily ow, an older couple having a disagreement🥺
⤅ynfan670 @yndaily i have high hopes for them getting married
mitchrowland I explained to you three times how the gps works...
⤅harryandyn harry and technology doesn't mix well
harryfan661 @mitchrowland he's a baby, you know?
⤅ynfan771 I'm from the future, and i came here to tell everyone that mitch doesn't know how a gps works either
⤅harryfan880 @yourfan771 I CAN'T WITH HITCH
pillowpersonpp oh, to get lost with great music in the background because your boyfriend it's too stubborn yo let you be the guide... Yes, it happened to me too
⤅yourinstagram @pillowpersonpp i hope god receives us both in paradise for having dealt with these men
⤅harryfan720 stoooooop mitch and harry twins
⤅ynfan182 @yourinstagram you're just a genius with your comments! 🖤
⤅harryfan788 @mitchrowland you gf exposed you, what are you gonna do about it?
⤅lookitsnyoh @harryfan788 the best thing he can do it's to bake some bread for her
helenepambrun so that pic was while you guys stop for indications or...?
⤅harryfan693 HELPPPPPPP
harryfan this it's so harry you can't tell me otherwise
harryfan ok but her dress, the vintage car and the vibe of being lost with your lover-💗 ugh, please leave alone with my singleness
mrbenwinston "the route was traced"
⤅harrystyles It was.
⤅harryfan837 HAHAHAHAHA STOP
⤅harryfan681 all his friends are roasting him lol
⤅harryfan716 he's upset, someone quick give him a lollipop!
⤅ynfan682 i really love this side of his fans
⤅harryfan346 @ynfan682 it has to be this way, otherwise he'll throw a tantrum
zanelowe harry mate, you better start listen to your girl
harryfan380 i'm laughing more than i should, sorry for them, but this it's golden comedy
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yourinstagram excuse the sunburn
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harrystyles sorry, didn't know the lipstick would be waterproof
⤅harryfan806 did he just say that he kissed her cheeks while wearing lipstick?!
⤅traceeellisross @yourinstagram your boyfriend burned you sweetie haha
⤅harryfan992 i need the name of that lipstick, no matter if i have to give all my money
⤅harryandyn I can't, i just can't stop thinking about harry pecking kisses all over her face
⤅yndaily @harryandyn just thinking how funny It was the moment she realized that the kiss prints couldn't be wiped away and give harry a look like 😠
⤅harryfan714 @yndaily shut uppp! And he just giggling like the fckin demon that he is
harry_lambert ok guys you need to stop because i can't spend the whole day liking all your comments...
⤅harryfan782 then tell them to not be this iconic 🤧
dovecameron it's like seeing an angel in her own heaven
ynfan602 this queen and her eyes are the only reason i'm still alive
reiflerpaige you and italy are old lovers
harryfan503 i love that her hair it's the exact same color as her eyes! It's insanely accurate!
harryupdates you dind't hear this from me, but someone said that harry made that neacklace for her
⤅ynfan101 please don't do this me, i don't have enough tears to express how happy that makes me
⤅harryfan559 I KNEW IT!
⤅harryfan883 @harrystyles do you ship internationally? I would like to order one piece, pretty please 🤍
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harrystyles Malva thoughts.
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gemmastyles I'll never share my favorite color with you again.
⤅harryfan733 this is so funny
⤅harryfan892 yep, that's something aquarius would do
⤅harryfan019 @harryfan892 no proof but i have zero doubts
yourinstagram Isn't that my white tablecloth you're painting on?
⤅ynfan129 someone is in trouble
⤅harryfan899 no in a white tablecloth harry!
⤅harryfan782 i can see a storm coming
⤅harryfan673 @harrystyles hey lad, i think they looking for you
⤅harryfan018 @harrystyles that's it, you'll sleeping on the bathtub tonight
zoeisabellakravitz Try periwinkle.
⤅harrystyles It's already in my notes
⤅harryfan820 most iconic interaction
anthonyturnerhair need to know where i can get those flower pots
⤅harryfan675 omg me too!
⤅harryfan772 i bet he has really cool items all around his place
⤅harryfan099 @harryfan772 i bet he was an interior designer on his past life
⤅ynfan681 @harryfan772 those are yn's flowerpots actually and you can find them on amazon! 🤎
⤅harryfan772 @ynfan681 wait, really?? They're sooo cool omg
⤅harryfan388 @ynfan681 so that means they're living together?!
mollyjane_x Prodigy
⤅harryfan819 he can sit on a rock and we'll say he's a fucking legend
⤅harryfan912 where's the lie?
claraamfo music, reading, painting... Leave some for the rest of us, the mortals.
⤅harryfan891 right? It's like, why he has to be so good at everything?
⤅ynfan723 And he's also @yourinstagram broyfriend 😩
⤅claraamfo @ynfan723 that's what hurt the most
sammywitte I never knew you knew how to paint.
⤅jefeazoff leave the kid explore.
⤅harryfan662 hahahaha i can't with jeff's comment
⤅harryfan982 @harryfan662 it's like they just comment to roasting him
⤅harryfan222 @harryfan982 and we are loving it!
⤅harryfan116 true friendship it's this
flammedepigelle inspired.
⤅harryfan671 oh, well...
⤅harryfan927 now e news it's going to write a ridiculous post about a love triangle between yn, harry and sharon
⤅ynfan813 @harryfab927 don't give them ideas! 🤫
⤅harryfan927 @ynfan814 omg you're right, I'm gonna delete it!
jennynails delivery will be this wednesday!
⤅harryfan712 harry's nails will be malva?
⤅harryfan991 omg that's so cute
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yourinstagram I'm Malva.
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harrystyles In fact, you're the whole palette, my darling
⤅yourinstagram 🤍
⤅harryandyn he loves his little rainbow
⤅harryfan881 yep, that's my heart full of happiness to see him be so in love with her
⤅harryfan092 she is perfect for him. I mean it.
⤅harryfan330 she will take him to the moon for us.
⤅harryfan445 @harryfan330 and all we can say is thank you to the wonderful yn.
⤅harryfan672 @harryfan330 you should stop with that because it's ridiculous... She already took him to the whole milky way 🌌
⤅ynfan168 @harryfan672 omg i thought you were about to say something nasty about their relationship
⤅harryupdates @harryfan672 we thought that too, we were ready to reply back
⤅harryfan610 @harryupdates to fight back*
⤅harryfan777 @harryfan672 your comment was genious
⤅harryfan672 @harryupdates omg, didn't expect my comment will attract so much attention.
⤅harryfan672 @ynfan168 the only nasty thing i could say about their relationship it's that i'm deeply jealous
yndaily yeah yeah, so cute. When is the wedding?
massimobottura Undeniable expression of love.
⤅ynfan220 now i picturing them eating massimo bottura's delicious food... leave me alone please
⤅harryfan688 @ynfan220 this warms my heart
selenagomez Oh, he draw you ❤️
⤅harrystyles He indeed did it
⤅harryfan672 I can't with this man referring to himself in the third person
⤅harryfan339 @harryfan672 he's a weirdo
⤅harryfan980 thank god it's yn's problem now
⤅harryfan100 we finally can have some peace
⤅ynfan764 good luck honey @yourinstagram
⤅harryandyn this comment section it's gold
glenne_azoff now is when you decided to post in b&w?
⤅yourinstagram aesthetic
⤅harryfan771 I'm laughing more than i want heeelp
⤅harryfan821 @yourinstagram idol
annetwist I will need a copy of it
⤅harryfan111 guys I'm crying and it's just 8am
⤅harryfan337 if queen anne loves her, y'all need to do it as well. No excuses
⤅ynfan008 @harryfab337 has been decreed
harleyweir Didn't know i needed to see this, but I'm happy
charlotteanneclark You two put my expectations so high
⤅harryfan723 someone finally say it
⤅ynfan092 now i need a harry to my yn
spaceykacey lovers in their little birdhouse
tylersamj I see a stubble :)
⤅mitchrowland don't give him hopes, @tylersamj
⤅jefeazoff don't crash his hopes, @mitchrowland
⤅gemmastyles stop defending him, @jefeazoff
⤅harrystyles I want to grow a lumberjack beard :)
⤅yourinstagram we already talked about this, Harry.
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Capture - Grayson Dolan [8/-]
summary: y/n is quick to plot revenge.. but does she get away with it..?
warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and smut :)
a/n: i seriously love you
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Ooohoohohoh I’m excited for her to steal his Rolex haha omg maybe she wears it and doesn’t give him it back when he asks for it OMG u know what would be cute!! if one day she goes snooping in his bedroom and tries on his chain necklace n rings and he walks out the shower n he’s like ummmm ok ily
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i want y/n to ride gray’s thigh in his office, like he’s just got in still fully in his suite w his gun on his belt and she just walks in and strips 👀👀
Anonymous said:
I have an idea hehe!! WhYi f y/n gets drunk like she f inds alcohol in graysons office or kitchen or something and shes being really bratty but it’s so cute and she’s giving him nose kissies and hugging up and telling him stuff and he’s just listening and loving her
Relaxation.
That's how you'd explain the certain state of euphoria I'm embezzled within. Young love is a treacherous trap that can either end in favor, or be torn to shreds in only mere moments. To feel so passionate and fervently invested in someone you've only ever known and loved is such a thrill, and you could never forget those memories embedded in your mind.
Like right now, laying in bed while the sun's first shine leaks through the window and gleams down upon the two of us, nuzzled under the covers. His leg was wrapped over mine and his arms hung loosely around my hips, sheltering me from ever possibly leaving his grasp. I was the first to wake, but I dared not to move an inch.
The world around me was motionless, so peaceful and calm. Nothing could bother or disrupt the atmosphere around me. Everything felt so perfect, embraced by the one I love and the man I admire. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever unsettle me in this moment.
At least, that's what I keep telling myself...
A darkness warped over my newly sunken eyes, shielding the world around me. I called out his name, but nothing came out. The warmth I once felt upon my body, vanished into the air and seemed like it'd never return. The world became cold and useless, all the positivity and tranquility that once surrounded me was blown away and now, I sit in darkness;
All by myself.
Him.
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It seemed too early in the morning to be awake at such an hour, but you had crashed shortly after making it back to your room last night. You were so mortified and embarrassed, for all those men to see you so vulnerable and being punished. Though, the crazy inside you kind of liked it, but still, it pushed boundaries.
Initially, you had wanted to sleep in all day, and hopefully never leave your room ever again. Although, today's forecast decided otherwise. A ground shaking rumble of thunder made you awaken and the shoestring lighting bolts strung across the darkened sky had drawn you in. Since you essentially have no concept of time, whatsoever, you had to believe it was early in the morning, unless you really had slept in all day...
It's been presumably an hour or so since you first fluttered your eyes open. By now, you had plotted a sickening revenge to his outrageous acts he had committed only a day ago. Of course, you had created horribly ill plans that even you could never pull off. Such as vandalizing his expensive vehicles or even trashing the entire house. You had even gone as far as to planning an "accidental" fire in the kitchen.
But something inside you had put a halt to those thoughts.
Other than not wanting to be known as a malicious arsonist, you had some sort of pull towards him— but what that pull was, you couldn't figure out. The phrase; " Darling, I may be a stranger to you, but you're no stranger to me," has been left in your mind ever since the words first left his mouth. You couldn't possibly help but wonder what that even meant. You felt like you've known him from a past life somehow, and that could potentially explain the affection you have towards him. All of that aside, you have to remember that he isn't who your brain morphs him in to be. He's a felon who's abducted you and has pulled you away from society and everything you've ever been a part of.
For some reason, that's hard for you to mentally consider.
Aside from criminalizing yourself too by creating a fire or becoming a vandalizer, the best option is to state your assertiveness and trespass the "laws" that he has forbidden you ro break. Unlike yesterday's escapades of you ruining the dining room table, today you were up for higher anticipated endeavours. You had it all planned out and you knew what you'd do in order to complete your vengeances.
And he's not going to be very happy...
The atmosphere above and around you still rumbles with the loud, crackling thunder and the strikes of lightning flooding certain increments of light through the surrounding windows pave your path to the daunting door. You were still dressed in the white shirt that could barely pass as acceptable in the public eye, and your feet were frozen at the first touch of the wooden floor. You kept on like you have done in the previous times you have left your room for mischievous reasons. You silently open the door, leaving it wide open as you crept out of your assigned room and into the hallway. You knew that the very first place you would go would be the kitchen. No, you aren't creating a fire or any of the sort, but you were going to raid the fridge and have your fill with what it has to offer.
You walk straight past the opening and right into the glorious establishment of cookware, like it was your very own home and you were just up for a midnight snack. In all honesty, you could get used to living here.
If only it weren't forced onto you, that is.
Your fingertips soon collide with the long, frigid handle of the refrigerator door and pull it wide open, marveling at the large display of different beverages and foods strategically set up. Of course, it was mainly veggies and several healthy-looking meal options. Which didn't surprise you whatsoever.
He has a nice physique for a reason...
You couldn't find anything that made your stomach growl with hunger, until you opened up the freezer drawer and spotted a nice looking ice cream container. Still, it looked healthy and it'd make you all the more frozen, but it would manage to subside your aching sweet tooth for now. You pop open the lid and fish around the drawers for a utensil. With a content sigh, you plunge a huge spoonful of the solid liquid and empty it into your mouth, savoring every last flavor like it would be the last time you'd ever eat the sugary treat again. It was delicious, the absolute best ice cream you've ever devoured in the entirety of your life.
You almost ate half the jar until you decided you were parched and needed a nice drink to soothe your throat. Luckily this time you were familiar with where the glasses were kept and already had your hand wrapped around a large wine glass that was a little bit higher up than the rest of the glassware. You set it down quietly, trailing your eyes upon the clean and prim counter.
A tall, fancy upscale bottle of what looked to be whiskey was settled in the corner, nicely organized with the other alcoholic beverages that were of the same importance.
Now, you weren't exactly a "drink-whiskey-out-of-a-wine-glass" type of gal, but as they say; desperate times call for desperate measures— and you were on the search of something to loosen you up a bit, and that was that.
You brought the glass over to where you had stationed your cup, not even flinching when you uncork the liquor and pour its contents out. With improper proportioning of the said liquid, you put the whiskey back how it was.
"Fuck, here we go." You inaudibly groan to yourself, just knowing that you'll regret every decision you've made in the near future. Raising up the plum-full glass, you tip it back into your mouth and down a whole gulp.
Nasty.
It's definitely an acquired taste, but the barely detectable taste of vanilla made it hardly feasible. You dared to not put the glass down until you were finished with it and had that sour taste submitted through your fiery throat.
The least you could say was that it's pretty smooth, but not something you'd drink in your free time.
In your head, you knew you'd feel a bit wonky, considering your nearly empty stomach and your abstinence from alcohol for the last month or so. It'd be easy to feel the side effects and overall feel much better, like you were aiming for.
Once you drained the glass of every last drop, you held your breath and rushed to the sink. The overwhelming want to just regurgitate what you ingested had drawn upon you, but you refrained from doing so. Waiting out the sickly feeling, you run a bit of cold water over your hand and press it against your forehead for a moment. Everything became hot, even with the freezing temperatures, you felt like breaking a sweat.
All just the side effects of alcohol, I'm sure.
Within the passing minutes, the faintness flew away and the sounds of the thunderstorm filled your ears. A large banging of the clouds above frightened you and you knocked over the glass you had just rested your lips on.
You didn't even feel bad about all the shattered pieces on the floor, it actually brought a smile to your face and you were ready to begin the fully planned extravaganza.
First stop; his room.
You skipped back the hallway, still quiet but not as careful as before. You weren't afraid of any consequences and whatever he was going to do to you wouldn't be too harsh. It's not like he's embarrassed you enough already anyway.
You easily find his door, pushing the handle down as slow as possible, just in case he was asleep in his room. His door didn't creak as you opened it, and nor did his floorboards as you walked straight into his marvelous bedroom. It was extravagant, but yet it still felt homely. You check the bed, no sign of him or anyone for the matter. He probably at a meeting, or something.
Not that you care..
You continue your stroll, glancing around his room for anything that could spark your immediate attention, considerably his desk. It held a lot of his more—fashionably inclined belongings. Such as his masculine jewelry and expensive watches. There was even a small, purple ring that reminded you of something you had worn a long time ago. You brush that off, it brings up sore wounds from a time where you were a lot happier and everything was simpler.
I wish I could say that now..
You began to pick up the neatly placed objects, slipping a couple of heavy necklaces around your neck and the large rings upon your fingers. You laugh at the size difference of your hand and how they barely stay on your fingers.
The stationary mirror attached to the desk caught your eyes, and you begin to make funny faces at it. Which sends you into a hushed giggle fest that makes you double over in your seat. Still caught up in your laughter, you take off all of the rings, just leaving a couple on the desk and tossing a few over to his bed. You do the same with the necklaces, except for the two that you threw into one of the drawers.
That’s when your eyes caught the nice watches, stuffed in clear pouches with the brand labeled across them. Rolex is the first you saw, and the first one you picked up. You weren’t thinking clearly. Hence the reason you tore it out of it’s protective packaging and brought it up above your head, throwing it down to the ground and watching the tiny glass fragments splatter everywhere.
It’s not like he can’t buy a new one, right?
Feeling content and a little less frustrated, you left the messy scene and followed your footsteps back into the hallway. He didn't seem to hear you, so the determination to find out his name came across your mind and you became dead set on finding it, so you basically sprinted into his ominous office and delved into his comfy chair without care.
Your motor skills were altered and it seemed to take for ever to lift yourself out of the chair and tap on the computer keyboard for it to wake up. While it began its process of turning on, you led your hand down to the drawers and pulled at them. And that’s when you found the very first locked up thing in this house.
“Care to tell me what you’re doing in here darling?” His alluring voice blasted through your ears and made you leap upward. “It’s not been a day and you’re already back to being a brat?” You couldn’t see what he looked like, but his silhouette looked suited and enticing.
Very enticing, actually...
“M’trying to find out your name, Daddy.” You spoke before you could think, crossing your arms over your chest while your lips form a pout. His body leaves from the doorway, and you’re barely able to see him as he strides over towards you. Suddenly, a light flips on and you’re met with his beautiful frame, a smile daunting his face as he looks down at your innocence.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He moves closer, wrapping his hand under your chin while his other has his blazer hung on his finger and thrown towards his back. He looks cute in a smile, until it forms into a confused frown.
“Have you been drinking, Y/N?” Your eyes widen and you quickly nod. You knew you’d be in trouble with him anyway, so might as well be honest now. “I c-couldn’t sleep and I- I just wanted a sip of somethin’.” You shrug, looking downward as you give him an okayish explanation.
“You know what helps me sleep?” He lets your chin go, dropping his jacket and beginning to roll up his dress-shirt’s sleeves. You shake your head, chewing your bottom lip as you take in his appearance. “A nice cocksucking does.” Thunder crackles loudly outside as his husky voice deepens and makes a cool wind run down your spine.
“Then let me help you..” You wrap your arms around his neck, twisting him around and forcefully pushing him down in the chair you were once sitting in. You were about to fall to your knees to “help” him, but he pulls your hips towards him and sets you on his lap. You replace your hands around his neck, sinking your fingertips into his hair and massaging the silky softness of it. He sweetly sighs, readjusting the leg you were sat upon.
And that’s when you feel the sensation you’ve been craving for however long you’ve been here.. you think..
“M’hm, do that again..” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He actually obliges, his brows furrowed as he watches your face contort. “Like riding my thigh, huh?” He asks as he placed his large hands around your waist. You nod, moving your hips in the same direction. You eyes shut, your head falling back a little as you smoothly move against his muscled thigh.
It felt so good, everything felt so good actually. He somehow looked so much more attractive, the beard dotting his face and his hair styled nicely. Even what he was wearing had you wanting more.
You open your eyes for a moment, watching his pleased expression as he watches you needingly thrust yourself upon his warm, clothed thigh. He even steadily lifted his knee in the correct places, aiding in the pleasure that him alone could bring you. Your eyesight seemed foggy but visible enough to see the gun at his waist side, and you almost froze when you saw it. Even in your intoxicated state of mind, you knew that just the weapon could possibly help you escape and make it back to your own home.
You didn't think it through thoroughly..
You lean in, your lips next to his ear as you practically collapse upon him, though your movements to further yourself towards releasing didn't halt. You slipped your left hand down to his waist band, sensually gliding it over his tented groin. He shutters under your touch, clearing his throat as his heads falls back slightly. As quick as your body would let you, you grab for the handle of the gun and raise it up towards his forehead, stopping all your movements and gaining his attention.
"Y/N—" He starts, gliding his hands up your bare thighs.
"Don't fucking move, or I'll— I'll shoot you." You sounded clear as day in your head, but your words became slurred as they left your mouth, and he smirked at your innocence. Just as quickly as you pulled the gun, he took it away.
He grabbed the barrel and snatched it from your grip, placing it back into its holster at his side. You yelp as he grabs your wrists, twisting them around your back and slamming you into the table with an evil chuckle. "Better keep those hands pretty little hands to yourself, princess. You're too innocent to commit murder anyway." He continues his hoarse chuckles, licking a stripe up his hand before striking your slick pussy. "D-Ahh!" You hiccup, pressing your legs as close together as you can.
“Better fuckin’ pray that you can walk tomorrow, darling...”
to be continued...
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Wandavision Ep. 9 (series finale) liveblog
Obviously there are spoilers below read at your own wishes im including a gif to give you more time to scroll away
The picture is the family together in fight stance omg omg let me hit play
We back right where we left off.
Yea she wants to absorb your power sis, nah fuck that Agatha you can fuck right off.
I can see the cgi in the window and car.
Oh fuck this white mother fucker. Vision please come save your wife. Ayyy my guy!
I mean is he her ex? Or just her exes body.
Multi boss battle time!
This has to be Peter from X-men just being manipulated.
Wanda really did create an entire man the only thing missing is the body.
Um we are missing a few scenes here. When did they capture Jimmy?
You handcuffed a magician? Stupid.
Cliff? Who's that?
So they are about to have a boss battle amongst civilians lmfao. They probably won't even notice what's happening.
On the nose entry of the Darkhold.
It's not her destiny to destroy the world at all. Even in the comics she fights and fights that destiny time and time again.
Oh no, angry puppets. Run Wanda run!
Mrs? Ralph is that you?
Oh it is Ralph they casted Evan Peters to tease us all about x-men im guessing.
That is fucked up to tease us with that.... I'm just saying that is fucked up.
She doesn't even know how she has done this, she really thought she was doing the right thing.
Ugh this feels like when grief gets overwhelming.
No WANDA NOOO, oh shit she really doesn't know how to control it fully at all.
Get out everyone get out!
Wtf is Agatha planning?
Oh no Vis! His soul, if only he gets closer to her.
No the boys....if only she could find a way to tether them to her and not the world she created.
She is going to try and suck wanda dry oh my lord.
Haha family stance too cute. A family that fights together, stays together? Maybe.
Ooo are together gonna fuse?
She is a hero and learning very very fast.
Ayyy boys
Monica lets goo! Take that Hayward.
Hayward is an entire bitch. Fuck him.
Oh they are gonna have a logic battle or a battle of the brains. Exactly you are both vision now kith.
Who will this new vision be? Not quite how I expected it to happen with an awakening but yay, the rebirth of vision!
But, will he stay alive at the end of this? This new vision not Wanda's remade husband.
Let's go red wiggly woos and nightmares. Destroy you with your worst fears or your regrets.
Dammit.
A witchhunt really?
No wanda not like this. Agatha is a liar and has shown that why would you trust her?
We all thought vision would die but what if it's Wanda? Oh no.
Me to Agatha Harkness:
Oh? Did she unknowingly cast another spell?
Ah ha that's why she was hitting the barrier so wanda is a visual learner.
I hope she gets that Darkhold book and reads it.
She is writing her own damn story. I know that's right.
COME ON CROWN
COME THROUGH OUTFIT
Ngl you can see they ran out if cgi budget this episode BUT I love this cute redone style of the comic book outfit. The new ones not the old ones.
Also she doesn't need you, she has a guy named Dr. Strange that she can call.
Awe this is so sweet but I know that this will end. I love that we see her vision and her boys happy all together because we do not get to see that in the comics really like all at the same time.
They are now friends in the comics that share kids, yaknow divorced parents that stay friends but can't make a relationship work.
At least for a couple moments we get a happy power family in house 2800, that get some last sweet beautiful moments.
They will live forever in her heart.....and cough eventually reincarnated cough. Their sound are very real.
I hope she saves that photo at least.
She healed and found out more about herself and who she loved, thats beautiful.
So he's not gonna tell her that he gave her vision the other back?
Awwww they are so in love and marvel doesn't even let them be happy in the comics.
I mean you literally will say hello again his body with his memories is flying outside right now.
Aww vision.
Emo wanda has returned in aesthetic. Starts playing BMTH or PTV
She's like I'm sorry, oh and she said it.
Oooo with the hood and cape on yesss. She is pretty much a rejected member of society and "herodom" now who runs off to discover herself after a really fucked up situation and then a messy engagement similar to comics. Kind of like how Peter is set up to be in the mid credit scene at the end of far from home.
Wanda really said:
Midcredit scene reaction!!
Is Jimmy gonna be director?
Coronet?
Yes a skrull! Talos heard? How? Yay Monica is going to space like she always wanted!!
AN END CREDIT SCENE!!!!!
Thats the lake from the other movie right? Uh all these wait is Thor around? Oh wonderful I love this oh yes give me Wanda educating herself with this book. And she has learned sustained working projections without creating another hex, I love that for her. Two places at once. WE GOING TO THE MULTIVERSE, which i don't think she will be a villain for.
For a finale this was just okay like not great but good enough to pass because after all this is Marvel not Starz or HBO (GOT aside). I understand now why the executive or was it director said this would be a dissapointment. A lot of people had so many theories running but even with my own theories i haven't been conflating them as definites. The only one i did was Monica's scientist and now Pietro being just Ralph revealed. After seeing last weeks episode I just said imma just fully enjoy this last episode and didn't pay mind to many of the new theories.
Anyways I'm not super disappointed this was just an okay finale. So was Legends of Tomorrow's last season finale which I still found some enjoyment in. But, I'm not as excited for Falcon and the Winter Soldier because I can tell from this episode we are going back into movie marvel action with little depth.
I really enjoy the non-officially but official MCU shows like Jessica Jones or Agents of Shield because they often do both. The depth and the action which this show did with a much larger budget. I get there are probably plot holes in this episode for time or filming restriction reasons but still like dang it. Well this has been fun thanks for whoever reads these haha.
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S2 Ep 4 reaction
Lol the boys and Flint broke into Bosco's
They just start unloading bullets hoping something would happen what kings
"I'd kill for a time machine right about now. Of course, I'd kill for just about anything." Oh Max.
Sam and Max fanboying over Flint 😍
"What are ya staring at fellas? You're making me nervous."
"Hot toilet wine! Everything Bosco would need to survive for months." (Is literally wine around a toilet).
Love that his safe house is just the bathroom
Oh hey I figured out the school fair volcano thing really quick... You know, by my standards.
Ah!!!! Why is Bosco a COW???
So THEM are aliens
Also love how casually Sam and Max treat getting abducted
Ok I clicked everything except the elevator
GASP MAMA BOSCO
I can't believe I finally get to meet her
"Nations rise, nations fall, but those hot weenies will outlast us all."
The wine is still in the bathroom
Ooh OK that's why it was unplugged before
Laughing at Sam getting genuinely upset over spilled milk
Ok but the baby-maker machine is the perfect excuse for ya'll to make your oc-kids for the boys (if you want them to be biologically theirs)
Also laughing at Sam and Max staring in awe at the guns
She's barely talked and I love her already
Oh boy, she wanted a girl
Oh no, she (understandably) didn't realize Bosco was her son. She only sees some guy who wrecked her store.
"You don't even like girls."
Oh no, she's into Max now!
And now she doesn't even want to have a kid. Does that mean Bosco won't be born?
Oh no, he is fading from existence... and he's still a horrifying cow-human hybrid!
Ok, I got some more time cards. To Stinky's!
GASP Grandpa Stinky!
Double GASP! Soft marketable Sam and Max!
"You're embarrassing when you try to act cynical, Max."
Stinky thinking the boys are the parents of their kid selves 🤣
Sam immediately trying to eat the tar cake
"No shirt, no shoes, no service." "We're being discriminated against, Sam!"
The carbon dater doesn't work on Stinky???
The Devil has apparently gone to Stinky's
"I'm not suppose to talk to strangers." "But we're strangers with candy and cool guns you can play with." "Well, that should be ok."
Oh, Sam built Bluster Blaster.
It's funny that Sam knows less of technology than he did as a kid.
Baby Sam and Max are literally so cute I can't even handle this you guys
Asdfghh Sam almost shot his kid self for calling him fat
"Didn't you guys say I could play with your gun." "We lied, kid." "Remember this, it's a good life lesson."
Just gonna steal kid Sam's screwdriver so I can steal another thing.
Gee, Max, great distraction.
Going to steal some of the tar cake.
Oh! Old men Sam and Max?
Old Sam is, ugh, not all there. It's really sweet that Old Max sticks with him. He kinda seems like a caretaker actually.
Superball!
Aw, Max wants to build a fort ❤
"The oval office looks the same in our time as it does in the 60s." "Yeah I was hoping you'd take that as a challenge from the other first ladies, but you just never stepped up to the plate."
Oh Superball, your tour was lovely.
"So more about this door..."
Wait... Is Superball Bosco's dad???
How old IS Superball?
Love that out of everything, it was the fact that the president was going to go to Stinky's that shocked Superball
That's also possibly the only time he's raised his voice
Mmm, nope! Superball definitely isn't his dad haha. At least he has hair now, and isn't a cow.
GASP the banang gag
Also, another Superball!
Another Sam just called at us from out the window for a trade.
"Smiletember. Seems like only yesterday it was Gaypril."
"How's the cover up going." "Very good, sir... which is what I would say if there was a cover up."
Did... Superball just mindwipe Sam and Max!
Superball being sus af in general.
"Everytime life closes one door it opens another." "That thought disgusts and terrifies me, sir."
"I'm aging gracefully sir. Clean living."
Lol, we got the patent for Stinky's slop. Let's go make him cease and desist
Oh, the AI fell off!
I bet using the abusive AI will work... Yup!
Wait, ew, did we turn Max het!?
I hope it's just turning him even more annoying and not THAT.
Ew, I hate Max flirting with her! Good thing she hates it too.
Oh good, Max says he'll be back to normal in a month.
Well, Bosco isn't fading out of reality now... but he’s still not bold.
How the actual hell did it take me so long to notice the envelope in the white house???
Yay, we fixed Bosco!
Oh, the aliens are coming?
The mariachi men?
What?
A song????
Bosco is so scared of them
Jurgen!?
Wait, where are they sending vamp boy?
They gave Bosco a heart attack!
Oh, no, his soul.
"A mariachi can never have a birthday for himself. It is our curse!"
"Hey, lighten up on Sam and Max!" Bosco cares 🥺
Ok, let's show the mariachi the egg and the eulogy
Egg didn't work
I keep making Bosco shrink :(
Oh, am I going back to season 01?
Aw, Sam singing
"It keeps the mystery in our relationship"
I??? They stole the time machine!?
Omg playable Sam and Max had to go through the entirety of Season 01 again.
By meeting future version of themselves does that they've split off into an alternate universe????
Ok I finally got the recording contract, so that's one mariachi down.
I think I know how to get rid of the second one
Superball's birthday is Spetember 6 - A national holiday!
"This has been the best birthday ever" Superball, my love
Ooooh, so the typewriter ribbon from the previous episode was because of what we did in this one
A blank card?
We're at the beginning of the universe!
Why is the chicken here!?
Haha big dog grabbed chicken
He... put Mr featherly into his inventory? OK, we show the last one the bird, right?
Oh, the spaceship is Sombrero shaped
Max adjusting Sam's tie 🥰🥰🥰
So, uh, next episode takes place in hell, huh?
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For a long time I was convinced I was actually crazy 🤪 my parter of 6 years and 3 kids later I been driving myself insane, ignoring this gut renching, over baring, feelings and thoughts of my partner cheating.
My walls were built back up after the first 6 months of us in a "relationship " ( after being humiliated in my previous relationships of infidelity.) When my suspensions flooded my thoughts.
Keep in mind, due to my past betrayal I first thought how insane I'm being and its just paranoia so.....
I ignored but, not for long. Together for only a few weeks first before I noticed odd behavior after ( I know too soon, RIGHT!!!) I assumed so myself and would laugh at the idea of how crazy It seemed to automatically assume the man I feel interest in for the first time again in 3 years of 100% committing to myself and taking a break from long loss relationships, I was just paranoid.
So I did what anybody in that particular situation would have done. I denied the impractical ( gave him a chance). Let me back up on how we meet and got to this point in the first place... Can you take a lucky guess, WHERE we both meet!!?? If you guessed internet, social media, on an outing, or anything on the topic of ( OMG WE just ran into each other and was love at first sight) type of thing. Absolutely not a chance in my busy work schedule. YUP you guessed it WORK.
We meet working together at a hotel, I was front desk and housekeeping, while he was at the time ( my bitch)... 🙄 OK that was an understatement and kind of rude. But in all honesty he brought up my items I needed for each room. 7 months of my working at the same location, and the amount of men I meet, and the amount of both men and women intensively wanting me for whatever reason. Throwing large amounts of cash. Gifts, stocking, asking for me daily on my hospitality location.... haha I might be over Exaggerating on some of those.
I just wasn't interested Is anyone or anything and quite honestly at the time I wasn't even interested and really dating. I had been deeply hurt 3 years prior and already had a child from that previous relationship so I was in no means by entering entering into a new one and having to deal with the emotions and the meltdown and the fighting.
But in the 7 months of me working at 1 location we get a new guy and for some reason The only man that caught my attention Out of 3 years and ears and 7 months.
Note I was previously married for 2 years and had a child 3 years prior from previous relationship, I had just turned 28.
TOO BE CONTINUED.....
He was 23. Not typically my type, and definitely never interested in the attention of anyone younger seeing from others experience.
Something about him though 😛 maybe his hair, how he dressed. His giggle, his dork presence, maybe it was his Carmel skin tone and his dark beautiful brown eyes with that emo looking style... idk what it was. But whatever it really was glued me to him like whiteness on rice 🍚
Who gets butterflies at first sight unintentionally glancing up at a random person you never meet EVER almost instantly!? ME!!!! I did. Ugh. Now before you ask. I always gladly satisfied myself all the time when I felt like treating myself if you know what I mean 😉🤭🤫🍆 actually enjoyed it more without telling someone how and where to hit the spot!! Got it everytime!!!
Now fast forward something about him attracted me so I decided to give it a chance and try to catch his attention. A little over 2 weeks would have gone by he still didn't notice me he was constantly glued to his phone and saw I've decided to just give up. Then one day out of the blue he comes to 1 of the rooms that I'm cleaning and because I was tired of calling him over the radio and getting no response He had asked me for my number that way it would have been easier it's been easier to just text him to tell him what I need.
According to him apparently he would get the text a lot quicker which made a lot of sense considering his face was more into his phone than he was his work. Quite surprised he wasn't fired. At this point I really just didn't care to get to know him.
So for a few days I only used his number to contact him while at work to tell him everything that I need him to bring up. Then I get some random text later that night from him had nothing to do with work
Guessing he may be bored or he texted the wrong number I decided to give it a while and then make a response what he texted me was something along the lines of what are you doing my response was nothing getting getting ready from bed. Then it went from there
I'm not gonna lie I still was pretty attracted to him to him but I had given up the fact that for the 1st time in my life somebody was not attracted to me back and I was not OK with that at 1st. But after trying so hard making attempts I gave up and during the time that I gave up I was disappointed with myself and at this point thought he was actually gay.
We got to talking for about a week through text messages and at work and and because I was so indecisive on whether he was gay or not and didn't want to ask and still some I had an attraction to his action to him I honestly invited him only strictly to come over and just watch a movie or chill
That was my idea II was not thinking of anything more than just that. I didn't see anything wrong with inviting a friend over because he could potentially be gay and probably not have many friends.
So one day he came over and then a couple hours later 1 thing just led to another. Quite frankly whether he was gay or not that was definitely a night I couldn't forget. Then after that we would go to work together and for about a week there are rumors being spread saying that we were screwing around in the rooms I'm cleaning. So knowing me the type of person that I am I am decided why why not give a gossip some truth
No we didn't do anything at work but we decided that maybe we should just kick it off and be together now fast forward 4 months and us being together My daughter and I moved in with him at the time my daughter was turning 3. Too soon I know. But I just couldn't resist we were getting along so well.
During this time we were out every weekend we had a babysitter we'd go to the movies we'd go have dinner we'd go to the amusement park we'd go to downtown Denver would go to events but then I started to notice a change once again. Trying to blow my mind off of this was it was not working the moriac nored my guts and my guts and instincts and all the alerts and red flags the worst it got. So one night while he was in the shower after work I went through this phone and at this time he started taking his phone everywhere put a different lock password on it and stopped being band so intimate with me
There was so much more changes his appearance started to change he'd get ready early he'd leave for work early he'd constantly look at his phone so the night that he was in the shower I had decided to take the opportunity to go through his phone. I know it was wrong of me and I and I felt guilty. At 1st when I was going through his phone I didn't find anything nothing suspicious so at this point I really started to wonder if I was going crazy and just being paranoid
But I could not escape the factSomething just wasn't right. We even stopped going out on dates as much and he started claiming that hes working much later. He worked at a hotel from sometimes 1:00 in the afternoon until 1:00 in the morning. This kind of seemed a little suspicious considering the fact that his schedule was the same everyday beforehand at the same place doing the same thing. Oh and just to add before I forget and confuse myself and everyone else We both did end up quitting our jobs about a month after we started actually dating. When I moved in with him he decided that it would be best if I just stayed home and he did all the work. He did pick up another hotel job doing Valley Almost immediately after we both quit our jobs.
So he had been working for maybe 3 months On a consistent managed schedule. So when I started notice changes and the distance and him constantly being on the computer and his phone Just as much as he was working damnier.
I decided to put his phone down back the way it was Before he got out of the shower considering I didn't find anything suspicious. And on another side note this was the 1st time he accidentally left his phone out however however I knew his password before so when I did get into his phone this time it was a success because it was a success because He accidentally left it unlocked without a screensaver but the phone was facing down and on do not disturb.
Tom at this pointI was at a dead end with not only myself but something just doesn't seem right. I kept telling myself that I need to just trust and to stop allowing my past to get to me.
About another week goes by goes by and hes still doing his suspicious activities. There were even times where he stopped taking an Uber and somehow managed to get a ride home but wouldn't tell me who he got a ride home from.
The same thing happened a week later he goes into the shower and left his phone out I get back into his phone to his phone and this time for some reason I decided to go into his blocked numbers and messages and lawn behold ding ding ding I Confirmed my suspicion.
He had a child in his previous relationship while they were teenagers. Apparently things didn't work out so his ex decided toGive the baby to her mom but still have contact and something went wrong and they broke up. He's told me stories about her on a number of occasions and and I can just say I really just didn't like who she was at that point and I felt horrible about what he had gone through and what she put him through.
Yup another one of them sad pity me stories. I went through the messages and they were recent and the only thing that confirmed any suspicion was was kissy emojis II miss you I can't wait to see you back in forth crap and nothing about their child that they had together. At this point I was destroyed confused yeah until confused hurt pissed me manipulated.
This is also the very moment that I realized I had it's Eliza I had fallen in love with a predator. I saw I wasn't left before but when I was hurt and betrayed in my last previous relationships in any way I didn't care and I didn't shed not one tear all I did was pack my stuff and walk out the door.
This time was completely different.
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Have you ever shared a shower or bath with someone as an adult?
No.
What kind of pizza toppings do you like?
This question has come up a lot it seems lately.
When did you first take a shot of alcohol?
I was honestly 21. It was apparent because I took a shot a tequila and as I was dying my dad handed me his beer and I took a big swig of it. Now, if you know me that says it all because I don’t share drinks. At all. With anyone. I grabbed it and drank without any hesitation at all hahaha. Everyone was shocked.
Did you babysit for money when you were in middle school?
I only every babysat my brother and a couple of my cousins, but yeah my parents did give me money for that.
Who is your favorite band? How long have they been?
One will always be Linkin Park. We go back to my middle school days.
Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house?
Yeah.
Have you ever been to a spa?
Nah. I honestly haven’t had an interest in going to one.
When talking on the phone, do you place it against your left or right ear?
My right.
What’s your favourite Lunchables meal?
I loved the Nachos one.
Do you like Bob Marley?
I’m familiar with his music, but I’m not particularly a fan.
Have you ever eaten at Golden Corral?
No.
Do you sit and eat dinner at the same table with your family?
No, we don’t have a dinner/dining table.
Are you listening to any music right now? If so, what are you listening to?
No, I’m listening to an ASMR video.
Who was the last person to make you genuinely smile?
My mom.
Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t?
Yes.
Do you like men who have a sensitive side?
Yes. There’s nothing wrong with that.
Have you ever tried to get someone into a certain band/artist?
Yeah.
Have you ever carved you and someone else’s initials into a tree?
No.
Do you like Dairy Queen?
I haven’t been to one since I was a kid. I see commercials for it a lot and it looks good, but I just never go.
Is there a song in a different language that you can sing?
Yeah, some Spanish songs.
How do you feel about bands that use pyrotechnics in live concerts?
It can be cool.
Ever fallen down a hole?
No, not literally. Thankfully. I fall down rabbit holes a lot, though.
Do you like bananas?
I love bananas.
How long do you normally spend in the shower?
Like 30-40 minutes.
Have you ever been a featured member on any website?
No.
Have you ever had any weird pets?
I mean, my doggo is pretty quirky and silly haha.
Are you currently talking to/texting/instant messaging anyone?
Nope.
Have you ever experienced insomnia?
I have insomnia.
Do you like egg nog?
I do.
Would you ever wear Converse with a prom/formal dress?
Nah.
Do you prefer hot chocolate with or without marshmallows?
Gotta have marshmallows.
How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over?
A few.
Would you rather be a surgeon or mortician?
Omg, I absolutely could not do either one. Nooooooo.
Would rather be a musician or a painter?
Musician. I wish I had some ounce of musical talent.
Would you rather write your own book or make your own movie?
Write a book.
At home, do you have a trampoline?
No.
When you are about to go to bed, do you put on some sort of noise?
I have my TV on low for some background noise, but I always listen to ASMR before bed.
What is your favorite Christmas movie?
I have several.
And what about your favorite Christmas song?
I love the classics.
What is your ultimate favorite stocking stuffer?
Gift cards are awesome.
After Halloween, do you sort out all of your candy into little piles?
Aw, I always did that as a kid.
When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it?
I want to be able to hear surrounding noise. I want to know if someone is calling out my name or comes up behind me. I’m super jumpy. It’s also good to just be aware of your surroundings.
What did you have for breakfast this morning?
I had a homemade egg and cheese mcmuffin with spinach and garlic.
What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet?
My doggos.
Do you own any kind of helmet?
No.
Out of everything currently in your refrigerator, what food or drink is your favorite?
Currently, I’d say my leftover pizza, my Starbucks Doubleshot drinks, and my pack of Yoo-Hoos.
What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
The one that made me a paraplegic.
Do you like the taste of cough syrup?
Ew, nooo.
What is something you like to have conversations about?
Interesting stuff? ha.
What all is in the trunk of your car?
I don’t have a car of my own; I don’t drive.
Do you ever put fruit on your cereal?
No.
Is your heat or air conditioning currently on?
No, but I have 3 fans going right now.
Have you ever fallen off of a horse?
I’ve never been on one.
Which do you value more, your appearance or your intelligence?
Those who see me can see it’s clearly not my appearance. Intelligence is important, but I don’t think I’m all that intelligent. But yeah, learning and being aware are things I want.
When was the last time you drove something other than a car or truck?
Uhh, does wheeling around in a wheelchair count? ha.
Were your grandparents present when you were born?
My grandma was.
If you drink/smoke, how often do you do these things?
I don’t do either.
What do you think of fast food?
I like it, I don’t care.
What website do you spend the most time on and why?
Tumblr and YouTube for sure. I enjoy them.
What’s the most amount of time you’ve spent online? Is this usual for you?
I’m on throughout the day.
When it comes to travel, what kinds of places intrigue you most?
I’m such a tourist, so I enjoy touristy things. I like checking out the shops and museums. I don’t know, I just like checking out as much as I can.
What is the farthest you’ve walked in one day and what made you do it?
A friend and I walked all over this large city while there vacationing.
What is something important that’s often on your mind lately?
My current situation with my health stuff.
What about something unimportant, but you can’t stop thinking about it?
Hmm. I don’t know. My mind is pretty much just focused on all the bad shit I’m dealing with.
Do you like oatmeal? If so, what kinds of things do you like in it?
I do. I like condensed milk, brown sugar, and cinnamon.
What was going on the last time you felt nostalgic?
I’ve been feeling that way a lot these past few weeks I’ve noticed. Like, having/craving things I used to enjoy as a kid. Like my latest Yoo-Hoo obsession, for example.
How much attention do you pay to the movements of the stars and planets, and do you believe they influence anything?
None.
What is the most difficult or involved video game you’ve ever played?
Hmm. Perhaps the Life is Strange series.
Which accent do you find most sexy, alluring or appealing?
British or some Southern accents.
Which accent do you find most annoying, disturbing, or bothersome?
None of them.
Can you cry on cue? Is it any kind of useful?
No.
Does it take you a while to actually get jokes?
Not usually.
Can you wear socks to bed or does it annoy you?
Yeah, I always wear socks.
Have you ever bleached your hair?
Yep, several times.
Do you like jelly beans?
Just the black ones, which is a super unpopular opinion.
Do you have trouble sleeping when it’s storming?
No, I love it.
Who was the last person you know that graduated? (high school or college)
My brother just graduated UC on Saturday.
Were you happy or sad when you found out your babysitter was coming?
My babysitter was usually my aunt, who I’ve always been close with, so I looked forward to it.
Did you have a boyfriend in kindergarten?
No.
Did you ever read the Magic Treehouse series?
Nope.
Who was your best friend in elementary school?
I feel like it switched a lot until like the 5th grade.
Did you ever watch The Land Before Time movies?
Yes.
Did you collect anything when you were a kid?
Rocks. It was something my Nana and I did together.
Did you get an allowance?
Yes.
Were you into American Girl dolls?
Nah.
Were you friends with your childhood neighbors?
Yep, yep.
What was your biggest fear when you were a kid?
All bugs. That hasn’t changed.
Did you ever play the "Reader Rabbit" computer games?
Awww, yeah.
Did your parents let you drink soda growing up?
Yes.
What was your favorite kind of cake as a kid?
I’ve always loved white cake with buttercream frosting.
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Up next for rage blogging a netflix show as I watch it: Next in Fashion
- Omg everybody’s outfits and their personalities!!! <3 <3 <3 It’s really painful that every episode someone gets eliminated because they are all so amazing.
- Really hated Isaac’s attitude, though, and the dynamics that resulted from pairing him with Nasheli. She deserved so much better! She would have done so much better with another partner! It was extremely unfair to her.
- I especially loved Carli and Daniel’s pantsdress in ep 1 - I really wish I could wear it! :O
- Painful watching Hayley and Julian - he was such a character and I would have liked to see more of both of their work, but they just did not fit together. No surprise at all that the teams who know each other well and have worked together a lot already are the most successful.
- In the streetwear competition, on a scale from 1 to 10, how racist was it that both of the teams chosen as the bottom two had the only Black women, and the only Black people left in the competition? In streetwear? Seriously? Bless guest judge Kerby Jean-Raymond. The show is edited and scripted to be extremely emotional (literally people are crying all the time, it’s fantastic), but at that point, when he decided to walk out, I truly felt it so much. Love him. Love Kiki and Farai, who are constantly being judged much harsher than the other contestants.
Thankfully here the “nobody gets eliminated” move was used for good, and not to keep in boring old white guys like in Blown Away ... because there are no boring old white guys in this show! Yay! :D
UPDATE 1:
Ep. 5 - I’m not that interested in underwear, but I really enjoyed all the boxer shorts for the women’s looks. And Angel’s men’s look was amazing! I wish they would have shown it without the jacket.
There was way too much focus on the made-up bra support issue. Women actually like to feel comfortable, and wasn’t it interesting that both of the all-women teams made bras without wires ... maybe because they know how uncomfortable that shit is?!
So yeah ... :-/ To be honest it felt like a setup that the tops MUST have underwire and pushup. (That’s so 90′s though?) The judges didn’t ask Farai and Kiki’s model how she felt in it, like they asked one of the others, they just straight up decided to hate their creation because of the missing underwire. They acted so rude when they were looking closer at their design, the whole “What’s this?!” and pawing right under the model’s boobs. :/
Also I didn’t like Claire’s attitude and being angry that nobody was eliminated last time - so she’d have preferred if her own team was eliminated? And guess what ...
Ep. 6 - Claire and Adolfo were eliminated, so maybe it taught her a lesson to not throw her own people under the bus? Or not ... I don’t know, it was somehow interesting how she stressed her Asian half at the end (in the speech about how she is still to be taken seriously even though she is small and half Asian), as if she wanted to distance herself from her Blackness, and look away from how racist the elimination process was? I may be reading too much into it - I’m also mixed race and really interested in how other mixed race people experience it.
Still impressive that Claire and Adolfo got so far without having worked together before, if I’m not mistaken.
Btw one of the judges went out of their way to compliment the unfinished edges on one look, while it had been so harshly criticized when Farai and Kiki did unfinished edges on the streetwear challenge. Sigh.
All the looks in this challenge were really great, and I guess that says something about my own style ... \m/
I don’t know if I want to keep watching, because the judges are so irritating (sorry Tan :( ) and the elimination part is so stressful ... But I also want to see more amazing clothes and how these amazing people make them in such a short time!
UPDATE 2:
Ep. 7 - Nooo, Angelo ... It was totally fair that he was eliminated for his grave lack of technical skill, I just loved watching him on the show so much. Together with Charles they were unstoppable and complemented each other so well, but apart? ;___;
Same with Carli, together with Daniel they were awesome. I could relate a lot to wanting to quit instead of finishing something half-assed. :/ So nice that other contestants were looking out for her.
It felt a bit more relaxing to watch now, although the stakes keep getting higher and the contestants fewer, but it seems like they are being judged more fairly now that Anti-Black racism is off the table lmao ... Sigh, I’d really love to watch arts and crafts contests with only Black judges and contestants.
+ I adore Adidas and wear way too much of it, but cringe at Jo Aberg’s heavy Swedish accent, haha (I used to live in Sweden and way too many of them go around telling foreigners that Swedes don’t have an accent when they speak English *eyeroll*).
Ep. 8 - Daniel seems like such a genuinely nice and caring person, so it’s kind of okay that the white guy stayed in the game over the two Asian guys. Charles on his own was perhaps missing Angelo’s pizzazz ^^ ... I liked Marco and his stuff a lot, and it seemed a bit like a setup here, too, that they criticized his design for being “too costumey” (I kind of hate that word now thanks to this series) and he got thrown off, instead of just doing his thing the way he wanted it, regardless of whether he would be eliminated for it.
Kind of “pro wrestling” that Minju was so freaked out by the challenge and then she made the best look hands down. Loved it! Especially with the leather band/harness - I don’t get why they criticized it. Overall I was a bit disappointed in all the other looks, because I like a lot about military style, but very few except Minju used the kind of stuff that I like.
I didn’t really like Angel’s look that much - the concept was amazing, but that coat seemed a bit awkward to wear and I’m a bit confused about why everyone liked it so much, but maybe I just don’t get that about fashion. Happy for her though! Many of her other looks have been really great.
+ Judge Elizabeth’s crooked tie drove me bonkers. WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE FASHION WHEN YOUR TIE DOES NOT COVER YOUR TOP BUTTON. lol
UPDATE 3: SEMIFINALS
I’m happy for Minju and Daniel and can’t wait to see them in the finale!
I liked Ashton’s looks so much! I’d love to wear the women’s top (and maybe I will try to sew something similar for myself :-p). Loved the reference to hakama - I thought he made all the right choices of what to adopt from the inspiration. A bit bummed that he got eliminated, especially since he was so community oriented when he talked about what it would mean for him to win.
I squealed when I heard Angel’s inspiration, Tibetan horse racing! Here I felt like the looks were a bit far off from the inspiration. But they looked so gorgeous. Maybe if she’d used the bleach lace pattern (on the edges for example) it would have been even more amazing. The women’s look was so great! Though I was a bit concerned about the crotch exposure :D Overall maybe Angel didn’t need the win so I guess it’s fine that she got eliminated.
I’m a bit confused about why they were so in awe about Daniel’s looks. Both of the looks were really nice and clean, but I didn’t think they were all that interesting or innovative, and the message was a bit simplistic. And I literally made a similar quilt a few months ago, so I can’t really agree with the “it’s NEVER been done before” sentiments. I’m really looking forward to his stuff in the finale though!
For Minju I felt the same, it was great, but I couldn’t really relate to how they thought it was so new and fresh. The men’s pant length would have surely gotten her eliminated if she’d been Black, haha. Can’t wait to see what she makes in the finale - I’ve loved almost everything she did so far.
UPDATE 4: FINALE!!!
OMFG MINJU!!!!! YAY!!!!!
Aaaaah, her collection was so beautiful and fun! And all women’s looks! It was so nice!
It was so nice that Minju’s sister also realised that she had held Minju back creatively and that it was wrong to do that.
I didn’t read spoilers about the ending, and kept nervously thinking that it wouldn’t surprise me if Daniel the white guy won the entire competition, but then Minju won and Daniel was so happy for her! <3 <3 <3 I cried so much!
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cast your mutuals as ice cream flavours :))
i’m the worst at answer omg v, i’m so sorry, you have permission to hurt me
as always i’m gonna give a reason bc that’s fun and it takes up more time and im avoiding a US History essay...
@duskholland as choco mint chip
this is the fan favorite ice cream flavor, and if you disagree we can’t be friends. it’s the kind of mint and chocolate ice cream with flakes of chocolate and not the full pieces, so it’s a better blend of mint and richness. everybody loves lucy, but make it everybody loves hannah! i mean, writing, impeccable, pink hair, ugh yes queen. she’s not only the first choice, but if things go to shit she’s a plan b that might just be better then what came before.
@alternativehp as rocky road
i literally have no idea what’s even in rocky road ice cream, but it sounds edgy and punk rock (lmao) so therefore i am deeming you, kind madam, rocky road ice cream bc you are totally rad and.... slightly intimidating, but like love you the most sister
@pink-meringues as rainbow sherbet
bc you’re vegan and lac toes in tolerant (hehe) but like also sherbet is like an aged delicacy that is a hidden gem from most of the population, and with your lack of pop culture knowledge...it’s fitting. i love you, come back soon soapy or else im going to fight you with love and cyclopes
@fallinfortom as black cherry
i don’t know what it is, but that was the first thing that came to mind haha. it’s dark and like the only people who actually eat black cherry ice cream are old rich british men who run their own multi million dollar businesses, and like yes adeline, go off, i just get those vibes so now i officially name you a rich white british business women.
@drewswannabegirl as birthday cake
birthday cake is unique and special and no two brands make it the same way, and you are unique and special and i love you so so sos so sos smuch fa0hfaaafhhhaoiau9hda.
@stiles-o-dylan24 as peanut butter cup
ughhhh literally any kind of peanut butter ice cream is top tier akkciabgduoahc, and everything ellie comes out with is top tier and calls me single in seventeen languages, then makes me either want to cry enough tears to fill the atlantic ocean or shove a couple ice packs onto my face to stop them from hurting after smiling so hard like UGH THE TALENT
@mischiefandi as chocolate
definately a hard chocolate ice cream from like a local shop in town or a few miles away, it’s just the feel good easy choice that you get in the late months of fall when you’ve exhausted all of the crazy flavor options over summer. i just get those vibes, like ugh yes, stan this queen for clear skin
@teen--marvel as vanilla
i just get those vibes man, but you’re the kind of soft vanilla they serve inside of a rootbeer float, like for some reason you’re just 10x’s better then regular vanilla which is BORING, and if vanilla is anyones favorite ice cream flavor please come have a discussion with me, i want to know who hurt you and how you view the important of one direction
@themaddies-obx as cookie monster
cookie monster is one of my favorite go to options, but not a lot of places have it so that makes it rare and special, and you’re rare and special. (in reality i casted you as this because i literally dont know any other flavors of ice cream. BUT LOVE YOU THE MOST HAL!)
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Piofiore: Fated Memories Part 3 - Yang Route
Time for Yang!! I'm so excited tbh because I love his voice and he seems like the most interesting character haha. Anyway, I didn't expect Yang to so suddenly kiss her when she's trying to run away from his subordinates after getting captured by them. Love how her slapping his face was like nothing to him lol. I also really like how Yang is basically forcing her with his "aura" to make her understand that she needs to ask intelligent questions in regards to her own situation right now if she wants Yang to not kill her, keeps the tension high and interesting. Although Yang isn't nice in the way Gil and Dante are, he is pretty nice to her in the sense that he kinda allows her to do what she wants if she uses her brain and resists him in a logical way he can understand? I loved the CG of him pushing her down on the bed🥺 Nice to know that if she doesn't stay in the same room as him and let others think she's Yang's woman, everyone is going to screw around with her...😶 Lmao when he "kindly" took her as a cat to hug instead of a woman, so he won't do anything to her haha. I guess that's his compromise🤣
Okay, Lili sitting on Yang's lap and him feeding her congee (probably) is like so hot lmao. On another note, I can't imagine a weird breakfast of xiao long bao, congee and fried chicken?? What is this weird Asian mix hahaha. Hahahaha, I love how much Yang loves to tease her, especially when he calls her human or cat depending on what he feels like. He's forceful to kiss her but I'm assuming he's just being considerate for her in his own way. I feel sorry for Orlok. It's early in the morning and he's in for the shock of his life already since Yang and Lili are making it seem like they had sex lol. Considering Yang's important regards towards eating meals, I wonder if it's because of something like he used to be a street rat or something and starved? I feel like Fei and Lan are pretty cuteee, sad that they died in Dante's route tbh, especially the way Lan died, it just seemed like she was so overcome with grief over Fei's death and didn't know how to cope, which is understandable since they're twins. Awww, I love how Fei said Lan was cuter when she said Lili with blonde hair was cute like a doll.
It's like culture shock for Lili to come to Veleno and try to help someone but realise they're like high on drugs... I guess the twins lectured her in a way that they just wanted her to be more careful than thinking she's stupid, especially since they tried to cheer her up with a mantou haha, why not a cha siu bao though🥺🥺 To be fair, mantou were cheap, warm and filling back in the day, whereas cha siu bao was more luxurious I guess haha. Okay wait, excuse me!! The voices can't say it's mantou and then say it has meat and vegetables!! That's a meat and veggies bun, completely different loll! If even the twins think it's weird for these drug addicts to be so ferocious, I wonder if it's because Lee is starting to do his own thing to try and take over the Lao-Shu? It's nice that Yang saved Lan and Fei in Gau Lung Seng Caai, it's a pretty bad and lawless place after all so I'm sure anyone that passed by who helped them would be an angel tbh, and even if the Mafia may be a frowned upon way to live, it's still better than dying or living on the streets waiting for their death. But yeah...this is a crappy situation for Lili, especially since apparently the women who used to be with Yang ended up dead or living a life worse than death because they "knew too much". But I'm honestly surprised that he would let them know anything, so I'm kinda assuming that these women were gathering this information rather than him showing it to them, but I guess the opposite could happen since I doubt Yang really cares about their lives anyway.
Sfogliatelle sounds super hard to pronounce! But omg, I've seen that pastry before but never tried it either, I can understand Lan and Fei's excitement towards Lili making it for them, so jealous🥺 Not sure if it matches with yumcha lmao but whatever rolls with them. Anyway, I love how even though Fei and Lan are Lili's guards, they genuinely love hanging out with her, it's just so sweet~ they have no obligation to care about her but I think the three of them rub off each other really well since they're all essentially quite simple and kind. Lmaoo when they told Yang about how Lili really likes pandas and she was embarrassed thinking it was childish, but then Yang pat her head and said she can like what she likes, and even suggested bringing a real one here for her hahahaha. Okay, so I tried to ignore what could have possibly happened to Elena, but it's terrible!! Lee's got her high on drugs and is basically taking advantage of that to do what he wants with her. Honestly, I kinda just hope when she initially got captured after trying to save Lili, she didn't get gang raped by the Lao-Shu men before getting to Lee since she obviously didn't have the protection Lili did, and Elena is really cute so...sigh, it's heartbreaking to see her like that, and for Lili to not be able to do anything about it because even though Lee is technically Yang's subordinate, he has his own ambitions and his own men, and Lili really can't do anything about him. I just feel so bad for Elena since he's obviously taking advantage of her sexually, sighhh, I hope Lili actually gets to save her later on.
Not gonna lie, that CG with Yang covered in blood after killing a drug addict was pretty hot. Even though Lili says that Yang could have easily dealt with the guy without killing him, which is probably true, I'm not sure about leaving crazed guys like these roaming around on the streets especially when she was nearly the target of one in the beginning, it honestly doesn't help that they're obviously violent enough and lacking any mental capacity to understand who they're attacking. I just feel like Yang is "cleaning up" his own territory in his own way tbh. And lol, okay, I was right hahaha. LOL, does Lan have Guan Yu's weapon? Yep, I googled, it is hahahah lmao, that's amusing I guess. LOL at Orlok asking Lili why she's Yang's woman, and says that the Bible has informed him that love makes people mad hahaahha, I'm not sure which part that is but I find it so funny how he's basically calling her crazy for being with Yang. I admit that I've been waiting eagerly to see Lili in a cheongsam/qipao dress but omg, I feel so sorry for her considering how revealing it is, and it's tight because it's Lan's size too like dang, not only must it be uncomfortable physically, but it's uncomfortable because all these Lao-Shu men are jeering at her trying to see her underwear. Not surprised Yang was so mad and pulled her out of the room lol, but I honestly feel for Lili, she didn't have a choice since Lan and Fei said they would kill her if she didn't wear it, and like obviously they were playing with her and they wouldn't do such a thing, but after realising that they're not really her allies and would always prioritise the Lao-Shu and Yang, I'm not surprised she would think so. I wanted to cry when she cried because she's basically been fearing for her life this whole time and Yang's mood changes are pretty unpredictable for her so she's definitely stressed, the poor girl🥺 Awww, Yang personally went to get Lili a proper cheongsam, and it was a white one with gold embroidery! I guess he likes how pure but elegant she is? Hahaha. Nice that Lan apologised to Lili about the dress and properly thanked her for the sfogliatella, the twins are so cute, I love them.
OMG LOL, Yang really ordered a stuffed panda toy from the mainland for her!! It literally rode a ship to come here just for her hahaha, it's so sweet and cute of him to do that (even though this particular panda toy is a bit ugly tbh lmao). I kinda wanna feel sorry for the guy who tried to give Yang info to save his family or something, but he betrayed the Visconti and told something important like where they were going to attack Yang, so not really lol. I just feel sorry for Lili having to see the guy die in front of her and have blood splattered over the food, yeah that's disgusting lol. Lmao when the twins got excited over Yang eating Lili's half-eaten bun hahaha. I also found it pretty cute how Lan noticed that Yang was only eating Lili's pastries out of all the desserts haha. It's actually pretty amusing how the twins introduce the tea of the day and Lili tells them what she baked for the day, yumcha for them always seems so peaceful lol. Tbh, I forgot about the human trafficking the Lao-Shu did so it was surprising to see a live trade of it, and pretty sad to think about all these women who were made to get addicted by drugs then sold off in Asia, it's just terrifying to think of. In a way, I wonder if it was a blessing for those women to have been killed due to Gil and Dante bombing the trade ship and burning it down... I feel sorry for Lili that Yang dragged her here to experience all this, but considering his reaction and stuff, it seems like he feels like he lacks what makes people "human", so he tries to bring Lili along to stuff to see her reaction and kind of want to see through her what is supposedly normal and what is not, what any normal person would be angry and what they wouldn't? Or maybe what he lacks is the ability to "feel" things? Since he seems to gauge things by whether they're "boring" or not, so I guess anything that makes him feel some sort of "emotion" is what drives him on to do what he does? Although for a guy that doesn't feel much for other things, he's very understanding and considerate towards Lili, but I guess it's also because he knows people's strengths and limits well. Omgggg the CG of Yang taking her hand and leaving the forest, is she wearing the white cheongsam?! It's so cute on her!! Must be super uncomfortable to walk in a forest with it though, I can see why she tripped at night, but honestly seeing this now, I would be surprised if she could keep up with Yang and them in that dress lolll.
Although I love how sexy their first time was, I'm surprised Lili gave herself to him already, like didn't she just realise she likes him?! I understand she's willing to offer herself to him if he'll save Elena but she herself also understood that saving Elena didn't just mean taking her away from Lee, it also meant that she needed to help her get off the drugs and willingly leave him and go back to "normal", so I feel like she just went too much with the flow with Yang lol. She's still confused about what kind of person he is and whether she wants to be with him, and yet she got mesmerised by him, which I guess in a sense can't be helped since he is pretty attractive haha, but c’mon human trafficking. Btw her white negligee was beautiful, Yang has good tastes in clothing~ but loll, he really likes white doesn't he. I have to agree with Yang, Lee as a "villain" was pretty boring and disappointing, I honestly thought he would be more interesting (especially since he's kinda pretty too~) but he turned out like such a basic villain that wanted to take over the Lao-Shu but was too weak and not calculative enough haha. On another note, I'm surprised Dante was killed rather easily by Yang, but anyway Dante really shouldn't have tried to corner him by himself. Anywayyy, I'm surprised Lili doesn't feel bad about it though, like I know she doesn't really know Dante (but then again, she didn't know those girls on the boat) but as Yang said, Dante lost/died to Yang because he was trying to "protect" Lili and not hurt her. So even if he may not be someone she can trust, I find it saddening that other than not liking seeing people die in front of her, she couldn't even give some sympathy for Dante who genuinely tried his best to not hurt her... And Dante is such a cinnamon roll so it's sad loll. I feel bad for Nicola though. Honestly, if I was Nicola, I would hate and want to kill Lili too, it's not like he cares about the Key Maiden thing anyway, and honestly from his perspective, I would be so mad that Dante died because of some silly girl enraptured by Yang and condones all the crap he does compared to Gil and Dante.
It's kinda funny and cute how she's so smitten with Yang that even though she thought about taking Elena back to the church, she never thought about returning even though it's her home lol. It's also kinda cute how sweet Yang has been to Lili, especially when he poured a drink for a subordinate that was insisting on Lili pouring it lmao, he was so intense about it😂 Pretty terrible for Nicola to hold the church kids hostage to lure Yang out, even if he's not planning to kill them, he's already mentally scarred them. I think it's really cute how Fei and Lan decided by themselves that they want to help because they understand the desire to protect their home, so even if Yang refuses to go, they'll go. I just hope nothing happens to them because I love the twins! Anyway, it's interesting of Lili to say that she couldn't believe the Falzone would do such a thing even though she decided that she couldn't put her trust in Dante before? Lol, like what do you really know about them Lili if you thought you couldn't trust them before? Gotta love how Lili was happy to hear Yang's confession, and how if she ever wanted to leave him before he got bored, he'd rather kill her than let her go lol! I like Yang, but dang I'm definitely more scared than swooning over it lmao. On another note, even though Lili's actions are irrational and she might come to regret it one day lol, I guess I can to an extent understand the idea of not accepting someone's actions but still loving them.
Anyway, why didn't Nicola and Gil band together to get rid of Yang? What was the point of Nicola trying to get rid of Yang himself at the church? That was such a waste, there's so many better opportunities to try and kill Yang without having to take such a huge gamble, not to mention that Nicola and them are at a great disadvantage against Yang when it's one-on-one. It's basically impossible for them to defeat Yang by themselves because they rely on guns and Yang has the agility and speed to dodge most bullets, and on the other hand, they're quite incapable of dodging Yang's weapon because of how unique it is and how strong Yang is. I'll say that Nicola and Gil were pretty silly for the best ending but I guess they needed to die in order for Yang's ambitions to succeed, so I guess it is fitting to call it Yang's best ending, but not really Lili's haha. But since she seems okay with it and just kinda rolls with all these deaths, she's pretty much complicit in it all now lol, like excuse me Lili, they killed so many people, so they did a "good job" and should get a nice dinner? Hahaha, she's totally living the Mafia life, I don't think she's a normal civilian anymore lol. I still love how much Fei and Lan are fond of Lili though, and always try their best to protect her. Going to London as their next destination sounds interesting but yeah, this is a very different holiday than it is with the other guys lmao.
Okay, in the good ending, Elena seems weirdly interested in who killed Lee, and she's weirdly "sane", so I guess she's more on the insane side? Haha. I always found it kinda frustrating that they never really talked about what happened to Elena, and it just kinda brushes it off and she kinda goes back to normal, so I'm a bit more happy now that they're addressing it here and showing that in a sense, Lee saved her from being drugged and transported back to the mainland where she would have then died. And it is pretty disheartening to hear that she was drugged to the point that she probably didn't even realise how much she was "used" by those men. Anyway, I feel sorry for Lan and Fei because they're very emotionally kind people, they're just where they are because of their circumstances and because of Yang. As for Elena... I feel sorry for Lili, but I guess in a sense it's true that you can't really save everyone...even though she tried. Because of her, Lan probably died so I don't really feel sorry for Elena anymore. On the other hand, Yang dying because he hesitated to kill Lili along with Gil was pretty saddening. He always says he doesn't really care about her thoughts and feelings and only selfishly wants her, but in the end, he was the one who loved her the most. Lili doubted him and his love a lot in this ending and Yang himself probably doubted his own feelings too, so it's kinda saddening to see it all turn out like that. Honestly, I don't know which part of this ending was good though LOL, it was definitely much more bittersweet, but yeah I quite liked it and it probably flowed better than the best ending too haha. I guess it's good in the fact that now the Visconti kinda rule/take care of Burlone and get along well with the Falzone? Hahahaha. Guess it's a good ending for the masses lol!
Anyway, I feel sorry for the Yang in the tragic ending, is this what happens when he indulges in Lili? He lets his guard down? Omgg btw, there's so many nice kiss CGs with Yang! Love how Yang carried her around jumping across buildings or something lmao. Yang arriving like a prince on the balcony is so beautiful, I love it🥺🥺🥺 but it's so weird of Yang to do all that hahaha. Is it supposed to allude to Romeo and Juliet? Hahaha. Honestly, Yang is so sweet to make a commotion just so he can see her, I'm dying, my heart is so full🥺 Ooh, I love this tragic ending! I especially like that it didn't go as I thought it would (Yang dying), instead Lili died because Yang used her as a shield to kill Dante. It's quite saddening that Lili still loved him even as she died😭 It was also kinda nice to see that despite Yang sacrificing her, he does regret it to an extent and I think I kinda like tragic it is in that sense. I always feel so sad when the twins die, sigh, but I'm just glad they got to die together. I like the variety of bad endings, I knew there would be one where Yang would get bored of her and give her to the other members, but yeah that was pretty hard to stomach imagining her life from then on... Anyway, I really enjoyed the short story, it was so cute how Yang made Lili braid his hair, and loll when he kept making excuses that it was annoying to braid but didn't want to cut it lol. Lmao in the extra story (after the best ending) when Yang got angry over the gentleman guy kissing the back of her hand, and Lili told him it's normal, and Yang's like you're a cheater😂😂
Overall, I really loved Yang and his route. Some parts of it are iffy in terms of stuff like how Lee and his part was more boring than he looked, how our Mafia bosses seem to make silly decisions just to make it the "best" ending and how Lili kinda throws all sense out of the window because of love, but I still loved it. Honestly, I'm not usually a fan of characters like Yang who would kill girls like the heroine at the drop of a hat depending on his mood, but he was so hot, I could see why Lili was mesmerised, especially Okamoto Nobuhiko's voice omggg🥺 I relished listening to Yang talk all the time because it really captured the type of guy he was, seductive, dangerous but enrapturing. I also loved how Yang never really "changed" for Lili, he didn't suddenly become a better person, she didn't suddenly become a "bad" person (although she did compromise a lot of things to be with him I guess lol), but they still worked out because they liked each other and did things for each other that warmed their hearts. He's the Mafia guy I wanted all this time hahaha! A terrible guy in real life but great in otome😂 I guess there's something about ruthless and dangerous guys doing stuff like giving stuffed panda toys to girls that make me swoon lmao. Yang was such a playful flirt, it was fun. Oh and omg, I honestly think Fei and Lan really made this route so much more fun too, I love the twins. They're so cute, deadly but also super kind, I loved their companionship and honestly think they're probably the best subordinate/secondary characters compared to the other characters in the other Mafia groups. It was also nice to see a different perspective to the normal Mafia dynamic that Dante and Gil have, since Dante and Gil are respected for either their kindness or their charisma, but for Yang, it's the fear he instills and his strength, it was good to see dodgy subordinates too lolll. Anyway, I really loved the tragic ending so much because seeing Yang deny he loves Lili whilst constantly thinking about her and in a sense regretting he killed her is just so tragic and interesting. Oh and the CGs are so good with Yang!! It was so hard to pick ones to be my absolute favourite😭
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hi! sorry for being nosy, but im interested as to what life is like in HK as a (non asian?) foreigner & how do you navigate your way around, how others treat you and if you feel "out of place"? sorry if its too personal, im just looking to eventually move to hong kong and im collecting notes of as many experiences/advice/etc. as i can to better prepare myself haha.
hey! omg no ur not nosy!! i love hk and i love talking about it!!
tldr; overall, living in hk has been a great experience and i’m so grateful that i grew up there :)
on navigating around:
hk is very easy to navigate as an english-speaker. the official languages of hk are canto and english, so most people speak at least a little english and pretty much all signs/announcements/news/etc. will be in english.
public transport is incredibly easy, clean, cheap, and convenient, and u’ll get the hang of it super quickly :) hk is also generally very safe (especially compared to the u.s. where i go to university).
also, everyone has an octopus card which is basically like a debit card that works for public transport, supermarket, fast food restaurants, and more. it’s so convenient and u can add money back onto it whenever u want.
on how i’m treated / feeling “out of place”:
there are quite a few expats in hk, and expats are generally treated well. growing up as a white girl, i did feel like i had to to act/behave a certain (non-western) way. i felt like i was always representing all foreigners - if i were to do something stupid in public, people would assume it was because i’m a foreigner. however, if someone else were to make the same mistake, it would just be viewed as that individual person doing something stupid. i think this is a common experience of minorities everywhere, and even though i absolutely benefit from white privilege in hk, i’m still a minority there, and do sometimes feel out of place.
i’ll also note that there is definitely discrimination/racism against ethnic minorities in hk (eg. Black people, brown people, SE asians, etc.). unfortunately, many places have this problem, so it isn’t unique to hk, but should be addressed nonetheless
all that said, my feelings of being “out of place” have been a small part of my life in hk, and i want to emphasise that my experience is overwhelmingly positive otherwise!! i just want to share the less glamourous side of things because it’s much easier to see all of the wonderful, amazing things about hk :)
all in all, hk is very accommodating of expats, and there is a large, friendly, welcoming expat community that is super helpful and a great resource for newcomers. there are tons of online websites/forums and organisations created to help expats adjust and make friends!
i’ll also note that i’m basing this off of my life (as an affluent white american girl) the past 10 years. with the national security law, hk will probably change quite a bit over the next couple of years and has already undergone changes in the past few months. i can’t predict how the nsl (and whatever else the ccp imposes) will impact life in hk, but it is such an incredible place full of amazing, passionate people, and i don’t think anything the ccp does can change that.
some random quick tips/advice:
the local and street food is AMAZING. i miss pineapple buns every. single. day. when i’m at university
get an octopus card first thing when u arrive! super useful
7/11’s are amazing. u can get fresh garlic noodles, a bottle of vodka, and a SIM card all in one stop
as someone who doesn’t know much canto - try and learn it! it’s notoriously difficult (even harder than mandarin!), but worth it :)
this isn’t a tip, but i just want to say that my favourite thing is when old men taxi drivers sing cantonese opera to me. literally makes my whole week and it happens more than you’d think
if ur american, stock up on american snacks before u go! british/australian/japanese/korean/etc. snacks are pretty easy to come by, but american snacks not so much
do the tourist-y things! big buddha and cheung chau are super underrated imho
since most people walk to the supermarket, when u check out they can deliver ur non-perishables right to the door of ur flat that afternoon so u don’t have to lug it all back yourself
people will wear t-shirts with random incoherent english words and it’s amazing. like u’ll see a little old grandma walking down the street with a shirt that says “hey, nice drug” and i love it
lots of fun english names. can’t tell u how many women i’ve met named Princess, Kitty, and Rainbow. i’ve also met multiple people named Double which is neat
take advantage of the gorgeous hiking trails!!
be prepared for insane humidity. i have to wear waterproof mascara bc the non-waterproof stuff just melts off
if ur pale and wear makeup, stock up before u go! i’m very pale and could never find concealer or foundation in my shade
hk style karaoke is 1000x more fun than american style
that’s all i can think of for now, but if u have any other questions or want me to clarify anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out!! :)
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ephemeral love
pairing: jack! taehyung x rose! reader (x fiance! jungkook)
synopsis: As an aristocratic young woman, you are to be wedded as soon as you set foot in Philadelphia. Boarding the Titanic, your mundane life started to get twisted with a handsome young artist who saved your life.
word count: 34.5k
genre: fluff, smut, angst, historical, titanic au!
warnings/tags: UNEDITED, misogynistic themes cus it’s 1912 what fun times, dark and obsessive themes, explicit language, SMOKING, cheating, A MESS, a lot and I mean a lot of bad puns and jokes throughout the stories I’m sorry, Jungkook is a fucking asshole, SMUT
author’s note: LET ME JUST CLEAR SOMETHING UP HERE, English is not my first language so this is probably shit or something also this is my first ever long fic and smut omg. I followed the Titanic’s storyline, My summaries are also shit. I L O V E Taehyung’s RED HAIR SO :))) But I still hope you enjoy reading this mess of a story. keep in mind though, I’m a fucking asshole :)) THIS IS UNEDITED, so thank you for your patience haha! its 2 AM right now and I have my prelims later :) i haven’t reviewed :)) wish me luck
The gleaming white superstructure of Titanic rises mountainous-ly beyond the rail, and above that, the ochreous-colored funnels stood against the sky like pillars of a great temple. Crewmen move across the deck, dwarfed by the sheer size of the steamer.
The streets were packed with crowds as the large ship was being ready to set sail for the first time today, April.10th,1912. People waved their handkerchief and said their goodbyes to loved ones and friends. The busy street was crowded with lower and middle-class citizens as the employees of the voyage checked their belongings and tickets.
On the pier, horse-drawn vehicles, motorcars, and lorries move slowly through the dense throng. The atmosphere is one of excitement and giddiness. People embraced in tearful farewells, or wave and shout bon voyage to friends and relatives on the decks above.
With sudden honks of the motorcars, the people looked and went out the way of the cars and carriages of the rich folks of the place. Their automobiles and carriages were adorned by expensive belongings and furnishings, their wealth being displayed for anyone to see.
“Coming through! Get out of the way!” The workers of the voyage shouted as they pushed the people away to give space to the large transportations. One by one, the rich folks have gone out their cars as employees greet them politely and with great care of words, contrasting to the way they treated the lower-class passengers. You went out of the car as the valet guided you out, your hair curled and neatly tied. You aura exudes elegance and beauty and your enigmatic (e/c) eyes shone in the light while your (s/c) skin glow beneath the sun.
“I don’t see what the fuss is all about. It doesn’t look any bigger than the Mauretania.” You stated, unimpressed while staring at the infamous Titanic.
Your large pale blue hat which was adorned by soft white feathers has hidden her face a bit. Your long silhouette pastel blue dress fits your body like a glove, showing your small waist. Red luscious lips curled into a small frown, sharp eyebrows furrowing a bit.
A handsome young man wearing a slick expensive black suit soon followed, exiting the car. The man, Jeon Jungkook, the heir to the older Jeon’s fortune. He was arrogant and rich beyond belief. Good-looks to brag along with it.
“You can be blase about some things, (Y/N), but not about Titanic. It’s over a hundred feet longer than Mauretania and far more luxurious. It has squash courts, a Parisian cafe, and even Turkish baths.” Jungkook said. He then turned to the side and gave a helping hand to your mother, (M/N) (L/N), who descends from the very same car.
“Your daughter is much too hard to impress, (M/N)” Jungkook stated, helping the older woman.
“So this is the ship they say is unsinkable,” (M/N) said, staring at the large ship which was the talk of the world for almost a year.
“It is unsinkable. God himself couldn’t sink this ship.” Jungkook said with pride, looking at the ship as he was the host for the (L/N) in this voyage.
You rolled your eyes when you heard your fiance’s words, your ‘indecent’ action hidden from them while you stared at the Titanic.
This entire entourage of rich folks is impeccably turned out, a quintessential example of the Edwardian upper class, complete with servants. Jungkook’s manservant, Spicer Lovejoy, is a tall and impassive, dour as an undertaker. Behind him emerge, two maids, personal servants to you and your mother.
The maids went and took the luggage of their mistresses as Jungkook’s valet helped with it. Suddenly, an employee stopped them with a smile.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we have to inspect your luggage.” The old male said softly. Jungkook put his hand inside his coat and took out a five paper bill and gave it to him, patting him in the back. The porter’s eyes dilated at the sight of it.
“I put my faith in you, good sir.” He said, walking away from the porter with you and your mother and towards the Titanic. From behind, Jungkook’s manservant, Lovejoy, gave the employee a list.
“Here, three of the brown baggage is for room 12A and the others with black markings are for 15A. While the leather with a crest is for room 19A. Got it?” The stoic assistant said fastly making the employee confused but before he could ask about it, the former left him with the car.
“My shawl?” You asked, looking behind you, your arm wrapped around Jungkook’s, gently. Your maid answered with a small smile, “I have it, Miss.” baggage in her arms
With that, they got in the Titanic, looking around the furniture and design of the large ship. The three aristocrats then went to their own rooms while you, well the maid, unpacked your belongings and put it into the right place neatly.
“Taehyung, I swear to God. If your cards are not good enough–”
“It’ll be fine, Jiminie!”
4 males sat at the table, in the middle, bills and coins from four countries were scattered. This has been going on for a while and sitting on top of the money are two 3rd class tickets for RMS Titanic
“I can’t believe you bet our entire money on this, Taehyung!” Jimin scolded, grasping his brown hair as the stress got to him and even more when he saw his own cards. Taehyung grinned at him, his fiery red hair framing his handsome face.
“There are two tickets for the Titanic! How can I not!” Taehyung exclaimed as the other two males in front of them argued in a different language.
Jimin sighed at his best friend’s actions, just hoping that he had a good hand of cards in him because he certainly did not. Taehyung took a card on the pile in front of him, looking at it with a small frown. They then heard the Titanic’s whistle blow, the final warning.
“This is it! The moment of truth boys. Somebody’s life’s about to change.” Taehyung said, looking at the 2 Swedish men.
The males showed their cards one by one, the highest one yet was a pair. Taehyung looked at Jimin who stared at him with expectancy.
“I’m sorry, Jimin. It seems you won’t be seeing your Ma for a while.”
The shorter male gaped and exclaimed at that, “What?! What do you mean?! Taehyung, you idiot-!”
Taehyung then laughed and slammed his cards on the table as it showed a full house, “Because we’re going to America!”
Jimin’s eyes widened and cheered when the reality finally sank in, hugging his best friend as he shouted the words, “We’re going to America!”
The two men in front of them shouted in disbelief and annoyance at the outcome. Taehyung and Jimin celebrated their win, hugging each other. The two then looked back to the Swedish men and Taehyung said, “Sorry guys. Three of a kind and a pair. I’m high and you’re dry and…”
“We’re going to America!” Jimin continued, smiling widely. Taehyung kissed the tickets, then jumped on Jimin’s back and rode him around the pub. It’s like they won the lottery.
The bartender then cleared his throat, getting the attention of the two young males. “No, you won’t if you boys don’t hurry, cause Titanic will set sail in 5 minutes.” He said
“Shoot!”
“Hurry! Hurry! Grab the money!”
The two grabbed the money and were about to run for it when Taehyung’s collar was grabbed by the large male who he was playing with earlier. The latter raised his fisted hand as Taehyung braced himself for the impact but none came, however, a groan was heard from beside him. He opened his eyes and saw that the male punched his other Swedish friend in the stomach
Taehyung smiled sheepishly at the large male then they made a run for it, kit bags on their shoulders, carrying everything they own in the world, and sprinted toward the pier. They tear through milling crowds next to the terminal. Shouts going up behind them as they jostle through slow-moving gentlemen. They dodge piles of luggage and weave through groups of people. Finally, they burst out onto the pier and Taehyung comes to a dead stop staring at the cast walls of the ship’s hull, towering seven stories or greater above the wharf and over an eighth of a mile long. The Titanic is monstrous, something Taehyung hasn’t seen before.
When Jimin noticed that Taehyung wasn’t following him, he ran back and grabbed him, as they sprinted towards the third class gangway aft, at E deck. They reach the bottom of the ramp just as the officer detaches it at the top. It starts to swing down from the gangway doors.
“Wait! We’re passengers!” Taehyung shouted, flushed and panting, he waved the tickets.
“Have you been in the inspection queue?” The snobbish employee asked
Taehyung nodded, catching his breath and pointed to his back where Jimin was, “Me and him just finished. We don’t have lice or any diseases” he replied, cheerfully. The officer looked at them, judging their rugged appearance and worn out bags and clothes. He then sighed and reluctantly took the ticket and reattached the gangway which gave way to them, inside. The two went aboard and stood, looking at the officer as he checked their tickets. The officer glanced at the tickets, then passed Taehyung and Jimin through to another worker. The latter looked at the names on the tickets to enter them on the passenger list. He raised a brow, “ Gundersen. And… Gundersen..”
The older male looked at them suspiciously while the two smiled at him, innocently, as he handed them their tickets back and gave them an ‘okay’.
Taehyung wrapped an arm around Jimin’s shoulder and they walked away, “Let’s go, Sven~”
The two raced inside, whooping in victory, running down the white-painted corridor of the ship while they grin from ear to ear.
“We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world!”
Taehyung and Jimin burst through a door onto the aft well deck, running across the deck and up the steel stairs to the poop deck. They got to the rail and Taehyung started to yell and wave to the crowd on the dock like a madman making Jimin shake his head at his best friend’s antics, knowing full well that he doesn’t know anyone on the dock.
“Let’s go, you crazy man,” Jimin said, grabbing one of his lapels and dragged him away.
The two walk down a narrow corridor with doors lining both sides like a college dorm. Total confusion as people argue over luggage in several languages or wander in confusion in the labyrinth. They pass emigrants studying the signs over the doors and looking up the words in phrasebooks. The two males passed the people and finally saw the room they’re looking for, opening it as two other males were inside.
Jimin then raced and occupied the top bunk while Taehyung introduced himself to the two Swedish men.
“Hello there, I’m Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you.” He shook one of the men’s hands and turned to Jimin who was laying on the top bunk already.
“Who said you can be on the top bunk, you little-!”
The two Swedish men looked at each other, confused as hell, as one asked, “Where’s Sven?”
By contrast, the so-called “Millionaire Suite” is in the Empire style, and comprises two bedrooms, a bath, WC, wardrobe room, and a large sitting room. Also, there is a private 50-foot promenade deck outside.
A room service waiter pours champagne into a tulip glass of orange juice and hands the Bucks Fizz to you while you look through your newly bought paintings. There’s a Monet of water lilies, a Degas of dancers, and a few abstract works. They are all unknown paintings, lost works.
You grabbed one of the paintings with a small and contemplating frown, currently occupied by your thoughts, debating on where you’ll put it. The maid smiled at you, her mistress, as she unpacks your clothes and folding it neatly.
“Will you be putting the paintings on the wall, Miss?”
“Yes, this room needs more color,” You said, walking around the room and placed the painting on the wall.
Jungkook was out on the covered deck before entering through the doorway to your room, he then saw you in the sitting room. He frowned a bit when he saw the odd paintings on your couch and bed.
“Those mud puddles were certainly a waste of money.” He said, looking at it with a small scowl.
“You’re wrong. They’re fascinating. Like in a dream… there’s truth without logic. What’s his name again…? Picasso” You replied, looking at the cubist’s paintings.
“He’ll never amount to a thing, trust me, Sweetpea… Well, at least they were cheap.” Jungkook said, going towards you as you sat down in your vanity, feeling tired with Jungkook being in the same room as you. A porter then appeared, he wheels in Jungkook’s private safe into the room on a hand truck.
“Put that in the wardrobe.�� He ordered and followed the porter towards the wardrobe, watching it be placed gently.
“The paintings smell so brand new. Like they built it all just for us. I mean… just to think that tonight, when I crawl between the sheets, I’ll be the first–” Trudy, your maid said but was cut off when Jungkook entered the room again.
“And when I crawl between the sheets tonight, I’ll still be the first.” He said, looking at you with a sly glint in his eyes, a faint sign of smirk on his pink lips. Trudy blushed at the innuendo and quickly excused herself out of the room.
Jungkook walked towards you and put his hands on your shoulders as he gripped it a bit, looking at you through the mirror. It was an act of possession, not affection.
He smiled, “First and only, forever.”
The warm and soft smile on his face did not match the tight grip on your shoulders. You winced a little at that as you frowned at his words.
“I’ll be seeing you later then, Sweetpea.” Jungkook bid, ignoring your obvious wince, and with that, he went out of the room. The heavy atmosphere which you only felt, thickens. It was always like this, tense, making it hard to breathe but it was almost as if you’re the only one feeling it. Or maybe they also feel it, they just don’t want anything to do with it.
Taehyung and Jimin leaned far over the railings, looking down at the sea. In the glassy bow-wave, two dolphins appeared, under the water, swimming fast like the ship, just in front of the steel blade of the prow. They do it for the sheer joy and exultation of motion. Taehyung watched the dolphins and grinned. The breach, jumping clear of the water and then diving back, crisscrossing in front of the bow, dancing ahead of the juggernaut. Jimin grinned and looked up ahead as he pointed to the horizon.
“I can already see the Statue of Liberty, albeit small though.” He said cheekily as Taehyung chuckled. The latter climbed up the railings, letting go of the ropes and cheered loudly as possible, “I’m the king of the world!”
“…and our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here, designed her from the keel plates up.” An old handsome man, Ismay, talked but you didn’t listen. The table was surrounded by people of your kind, rich people.
Ismay seated with Jungkook, you, (M/N), Molly Brown and Thomas Andrews in the Palm Court, a beautiful sunny spot enclosed by high arched windows.
“Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay’s. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments, that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality!” Andrews said, slapping the table, not used to the attention he was getting.
“Why are ships always being’ called “she”? Is it because men think half the women around have big sterns and should be weighed in tonnage?” Molly asked as the table laughed at that except for you, who awkwardly smiled.
“Just another example of the men settin’ the rules their way.” She added. After a while, the waiter came to take orders. You took out your cigarette holder, bored and anxious, you lit it, inhaling the smoke.
(M/N) glared at you and said, “You know, I don’t like that (Y/N).”
Jungkook stopped mid-sip of his brandy and narrowed his eyes at you, who ignored them.
“She knows,” Jungkook said firmly, taking the cigarette away and putting it out quickly. You glared at your fiance who was now ignoring you, talking to the waiter on their side.
“We’ll both have the lamb. Rare, with a little mint sauce.” He said, the waiter nodded and went back to give their order to the chef. Jungkook then finally turned to you and uttered out with a smile like nothing happened, “You like lamb, don’t you Sweetpea?”
Molly, who was watching the dynamic between them smiled sarcastically at Jungkook who caught her gaze.
“You’re going to cut her meat for her too there, Kook?” and before he could answer, she swiftly turned to Ismay and asked a question.
“Hey, who came up with the name Titanic? You, Bruce?”
Ismay nodded, “Yes, actually. I wanted to convey the sheer size. And size means stability, luxury, and strength–”
“Do you know of Dr. Freud? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you, Mr. Ismay.” You commented while Andrews chuckled, trying to preoccupy his attention with the soup in front of him.
“My God, (Y/N). What has gotten into–” (M/N) said but you stood up and excused yourself, stalking away.
(M/N) looked back to the embarrassed man with a horrified look on her face, “I’m terribly sorry for that.”
Molly smirked and looked at Jungkook, “She’s a piston, Kook. Sure you can handle her?”
Jungkook smiled back at her, tense but he acted unconcerned, “Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, Mrs. Brown.”
Taehyung sat at one of the benches in the deck, bathing in the warm glow of the sun, Titanic’s wake spreads out behind him to the horizon. He had his knees pulled up, supporting a leather-bound sketching pad, his only valuable possession which was filled with his pieces. With a Conte crayon, he draws rapidly, using sure strokes.
A man has his 3-year-old daughter standing on the lower rung of the rail. She leaned back against his beer barrel of a stomach, watching the seagulls, as he explains how the propeller works. The sketch captures them perfectly, with a great sense of the humanity of the moment. Taehyung is good. Really good. Jimin looks over Taehyung’s shoulder. He nods appreciatively, smiling.
Yoongi, a scowling young man watching the crewmember coming by, walking three small dogs around the deck. One of them, a black french bulldog, and Yoongi thought that it was among the ugliest creatures on the planet.
“That’s typical. First-class dogs comin’ down here to take a shit.” He growled with a deep scowl. Taehyung looked up from his sketch and smiled sarcastically at him.
“That’s so we know where we rank in the scheme of things.” He said making the blond man looked at him, his scowl faltering a bit.
Yoongi chuckled deeply from his chest at the poor reality, “As if we could forget.”
Taehyung replied with his own chuckle and introduced himself to the man, “Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you”
The pale and shorter blond male grasped his hand in a firm hold and shook it gently, “Min Yoongi. Likewise.”
Taehyung nodded with a smile, happy that he made a new friend. He then let his big brown eyes wander across the deck but he stopped. He stared at the beautiful young woman with softly curled (h/n) hair and a baby pink silhouette dress. Taehyung was unable to take his eyes off of the young woman, he continued his staring.
They were across from each other, about 60 feet apart, with the well-deck like a valley between them. You were on your promontory, he on his much lower one. You stared down at the water with an unreadable look on your face. Taehyung watched you unpin your elaborate hat and take it off. You looked at the frilly absurd thing, then tossed it over the rail as it sailed far down to the water and was carried away, astern, a spot of pink in the vast ocean. He was riveted by you. You looked like the main heroine in a romantic novel, sad and isolated.
Jimin taps Yoongi on the shoulder as they both looked at Taehyung who was enamored and in awe at the sight of the young lady on the upper portion of the ship. They both grinned, shaking their heads at the young artist.
You turned suddenly and looks right at Taehyung. He was caught staring, but he didn’t look away though his heart was beating a bit too wildly. You did, though, looked away but looked back at him after a while, your eyes met across the space of the well-deck, across the gulf between two different worlds.
Taehyung then saw a young man wearing a slick suit, complementing his looks, walking towards you, grasping your arm in his hand. You jerked away from him as you two argued in pantomime. The beautiful lady stalked away after a bit, leaving the man alone with himself for a second or so, looking agitated, but he goes after you, disappearing along the A-deck promenade. Taehyung stared after you, dazed.
Yoongi scoffed at the young man and said, “Forget it, boyo. You’d likely have angels fly out of your ass than getting next to the likes of her.”
You looked into empty space as you sat on the round table, flanked by people in a heated conversation. Jungkook and (M/N) laughing together, while on the other side Lady Duff-Gordon was holding forth animatedly. You didn’t hear what they were saying, staring at your plate, barely listening to the inconsequential babble around you. Beneath the table, you held a tiny fork from your crab salad. Poking the fork into your skin, harder and harder every time, drawing blood. Mind in chaos, your emotions all over the place.
After the party-dinner, you walked towards your room, smiling at the passing people politely. You were composed, nothing like what you were feeling inside. When you got to your room, you closed the door. Standing in the middle of the room, looking at your reflection. You stood there, just looking at yourself with hatred, self-hatred. And then–
A primal, anguished cry claws at your throat. You ripped off your pearl necklace, which explodes, the pearls flying across the room. In a frenzy, you tore at yourself, your clothes, your hair then attacked the room. You fling everything off the dresser as it flies, clattering against the wall with a loud sound. Hurling a hand mirror against the vanity, it cracked violently. You looked around the room, panting deeply, and glaring at the ruined room as it matches with your mind.
You ran out of the room, shoving the people away from you as tears rolled down your pretty face. You ran along the B deck promenade, disheveled, your hair flying and sticking out from the immaculate hairstyle you wore all evening. Your cheeks streaked with tears but you were also angry, furious even! Shaking with emotions you didn’t even understand… hatred, self-hatred, desperation. A strolling couple watched you pass them, shocked at the emotional display in public.
On the deck, Taehyung lay on one of the benches gazing at the stars blazing gloriously above him an ethereal pattern for everyone to see as he thinks artist thoughts. He smoked a cigarette, blowing a small mist into the cold air, slowly disappearing after a while.
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed when he heard footsteps nearing him, he sat up and looked around. You run up the stairs from the well-deck, you two were the only ones on the stern deck, except for Quartermaster Rowe, twenty feet above them on the docking bridge catwalk. You, though, didn’t see the red-headed male in the shadows and ran right past him.
You run across the deserted fantail, breath hitching in an occasional sob that escaped from your quivering lips, which you tried to suppress but to no avail. You slam against the base of the stern flagpole and cling there, panting. You stared down at the black water, voices whispering to you to do something, to end your misery.
The disheveled young woman started to climb over the railing, hitching your long heavy dress up and climbed clumsily, almost slipping. Moving carefully when you got out, you turn your body and getting your heels on the white-painted gunwale, your back facing the railings, facing out towards the darkness of the night. 60 feet below you, the massive propellers are churning them into white foam, and a ghostly wake trails off toward the horizon.
You straightened your arms a bit, leaning forward to the empty air, looking down. Your dress and hair were lifted by the wind of the ship’s movements. The only sound you heard, above the rush of water below, was the flutter and snap of the big Union Jack right above you.
“Don’t do it.” A deep and firm voice called out. You gasped and looked back, tears blocking your vision from seeing clearly.
“Stay back! Don’t come any closer!” You shouted, more tears welling up. Taehyung saw the tear streaks on your cheeks in the faint glow of the lights and frowned slightly at the sight.
“Take my hand, I’ll pull you back in.”
Your eyebrows furrowed at that and snapped back, “No! Stay where you are! I mean it! Or I’ll let go!”
Taehyung stared at your desperate eyes, screaming for help. He shook his head.
“No, you won’t”
The young (L/N) frowned, “What do you mean ‘no I won't’? Don’t presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don’t know me.”
Taehyung shook his head again, his red hair swaying a bit at the movement, “You would have done it already. Come on, take my hand.”
You were confused, you couldn’t see him very well due to the tears and from the faint light. You were about to wipe your tears with one hand to see better but almost slipped so you went back to grasping the rail bars tightly, facing away from Taehyung.
“You’re distracting me, go away!”
Taehyun smiled softly at her, “I can’t. I’m involved now. If you jump, I’ll jump in after you”
You scoffed at the idea, “That’s absurd! You’ll kill yourself.”
Taehyung shook his head, taking off his jacket, “Don’t worry, I’m a good swimmer.” After that, he starts undoing his boot’s shoelace.
“The fall alone will kill you,” You jabbed
“It would hurt, I’m not saying it wouldn’t. To be honest I’m a lot more concerned about the water being so cold.” Taehyung replied making you look down to the dark waters, reality slowly sinking in. You looked back at him, a frown playing on your lips.
“How cold?” You stammered out, looking back at Taehyung
“Freezing. Maybe a couple of degrees over.” He said, unlacing his other shoe after removing the other one.
“Ever been to Daegu?” the male asked
You gave the man an odd look, the normality of the question perplexed you as you shook your head, “No…”
“Well they have some of the coldest winters around, and I grew up there. Once when I was a kid me and my father were ice-fishing out on lake… ice-fishing is where you chop a hole in the–”
“I know what ice-fishing is!”
Taehyung smiled sheepishly at you, “Sorry. Just… you look like more of an indoor girl. Anyway, I went through some thin ice and I’m tellin’ ya, water is that cold… like that right down there… it hits you like a thousand knives all over your body. You can’t breathe, you can’t think… least not about anything but the pain.”
He then sighed and continued, “Which is why I’m not looking forward to jumping in after you. But like I said, I don’t see a choice. I guess I’m kinda hoping you’ll come back over the rail and get me off the hook here.”
You stared at him with a confused and weirded-out look, “You’re crazy…”
“That’s what everybody says but with all due respect, Miss, I’m not the one hanging off the back of a ship here,” Taehyung replied. He then went closer to you slowly, testing the waters.
“Come on. You don’t want to do this. Give me your hand.” He said, offering his hand to the young woman. You stared at him as if he escaped from the madhouse but when you finally saw his eyes clearly, it seemed to fill your universe. There was pure warmth swimming within them, swallowing you whole that you almost forgot the cold air nipping on your skin.
“O-Okay…” You muttered, grabbing his hand gently. Taehyung held your hand firmly, feeling the soft cold skin on his.
“I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung”
You turned around with his help and with a quavering voice, you replied, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim”
The male smiled at you while you started to step out, now that you have decided to live, the height absolutely terrified you. Overcome by vertigo as you shifted your footing, climbing up. As you start to climb out with the help of Taehyung, your dress got in your way and one foot slips off the edge of the deck, making you lose your footing.
You plunge down quickly, letting out a piercing shriek. Taehyung gasped at the sudden movement but quickly grasped your hand firmer than before, the sudden weight made him jerked toward the rail painfully. You barely grabbed the lower rail with your free hand, gasping as your heartbeat wildly inside your ribcage. Looking at the male, your frightened look made Taehyung gripped you tightly.
“Help! PLEASE!”
The Quartermaster Rowe, up on the docking bridge heard the scream and headed for the ladder, alarmed.
Taehyung bit his lips, his arms straining at the pull of gravity on you two. He let out a tired, “I got you. Don’t worry. I got you…”
Taehyung holds your hand with all his strength, bracing himself on the railing with his other hand. While the man held you, you tried to get some kind of foothold on the smooth hull. Taehyung tries to lift your body over the railing as he felt his arms getting tired. You couldn’t get any footing in your dress and evening shoes, and you slipped a little from Taehyung’s grip making you scream, scared to death at the feeling of no solid ground beneath your feet.
The young male awkwardly clutched you by whatever he can get a grip on as you flail, gravity pulling you down. Miraculously, he finally gets you over the railing. You two fell together onto the deck in a tangled heap, spinning in such a way that Taehyung winds up slightly on top of you as your breaths ragged because of the terrifying moment.
The Quartermaster Rowe got down to the deck and ran to the fantail then saw the tangled couple on the deck floor.
“Hey, what’s all this?!”
The Rowe ran towards you two and pulled Taehyung away from you, his eyes widening when he saw you, a disheveled and crying aristocrat. Your dress was torn from all the kicking, and the hem was pushing up above your knees, showing one ripped stocking. He looks at Taehyung, a shaggy steerage man with his jacket off, and the first-class lady clearly in distress, and started to draw conclusions. Two seamen chug across the deck to join them.
The Rowe glared at Taehyung and said, “You! Stand back! Don’t move an inch!” then looked at the two seamen and quickly ordered them
“You two! Fetch the Master at Arms” which the two men quickly did and ran back. Taehyung gaped at the Rowe and shook his head, “N-No! It’s not what it looks like!”
“Shut up, vermin!”
A few minutes later. Taehyung was being detained by the burly Master at Arms the closest thing to a cop on board the ship. He was handcuffing Taehyung while Jungkook was right in front of Taehyung, and he was furious. He has obviously just rushed out here with Lovejoy and another man, his friend and business partner, Jung Hoseok and none of them have coats over their black-tie evening dress. Hoseok, a businessman Jungkook was talking to earlier, a handsome man who still has his brandy snifter offered it to you, who was hunched over crying on a nearby bench, but you waved it away. Jungkook was more concerned with Taehyung, he grabbed him by the lapels, glowering at him.
Jungkook was absolutely furious! How dare this peasant touch his fiance! You were only his to touch, who does this rat think he is! The nerve of this poor man touching another man’s property, he should have his head on a plate for what he did!
“What made you think you could put your hands on my fiance?!” Taehyung ignored the male, observing you in the corners of his eyes. Jungkook noticed this and scowled at Taehyung.
“Look at me, you filth! What did you think you were doing?!” The young aristocrat shouted at Taehyung, his grip tightening on his lapels. The redheaded male pursed his lips in anger, trying to control his emotions, locking eyes with the glaring aristocrat
You frowned at that, exhausted. You stood up and moved closer to the two, trying to tug away Jungkook’s tight grip on Taehyung’s straps.
“Kook, stop! It was an accident!”
Jungkook turned to you and laughed sarcastically, “Accident? Really? That’s the stupidest thing I heard-!”
You bit your lip, your ears burning in embarrassment to what you will say next, “It is stupid but it’s true! I was leaning over and… I slipped”
The young woman made eye contact with Taehyung for a second before looking back at Jungkook.
“I was leaning way over, to see the… ah… propellers. And I slipped and I would have gone overboard… and Mr. Kim here saved me and he almost went over himself.” You explained making Jungkook loosen his grip on Taehyung’s lapels. The young aristocrat looked at you in disbelief.
“T-The propellers? You wanted to see the propellers?”
The Hoseok sighed at (Y/N)’s words, “Women and machinery do not mix well.”
The Master of Arms looked at Taehyung with an untrusting look on his face still, “Is that the way it is?”
Taehyung glanced at you, your eyes begging to not tell them what really happened earlier and nodded without hesitation, turning to the man.
“Uh-huh. that was pretty much it.”
Taehyung then looked back at you, eyes looking a bit longer, taking your features in. Now you two have a secret together.
The Hoseok smiled a bit and patted Taehyung’s back, “Well! The boy’s a hero then. Good for you son, well done!” He then turned to Jungkook who was staring at Taehyung with a hint of a small scowl on his handsome face.
“So it’s all’s well and back to our brandy, eh?” He added and Jungkook nodded a bit. Taehyung then was uncuffed by the Master of Arms while Jungkook held you in his arms, feeling your cold skin with his hands.
“Let’s get you in. You’re freezing.“ He muttered to you, leading you away and leaving without a second thought for Taehyung. Jung Hoseok looked back to Taehyung and called out to Jungkook, “Maybe something for the boy.”
Jungkook and you not getting too far away when the former heard what Hoseok said, he looked at Taehyung then to his personal servant, Lovejoy.
“Oh, right. Mr. Lovejoy, a twenty should do it.”
You frowned softly at him and said, “Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?”
Jungkook raised a brow at that, looking at his fiance’s tired but still beautiful face. He stared deep into your eyes and pursed his lips a bit.
“(Y/N) is displeased. What to do…” Jungkook tutted and turned back to Taehyung. He appraises him condescendingly, a steerage ruffian, unwashed and ill-mannered. Born and destined die as a waste, nothing worthwhile.
“I know” He muses and smiled tightly at Taehyung. “Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow, to regale our group with your heroic tale?” Jungkook added.
Taehyung was about to decline but then his eyes turned to (Y/N) and agreed without thinking.
“Sure. Count me in.”
Jungkook nodded, “Good. That’s settled then” Kook turned to go, putting a protective arm around you, walking away with Hoseok following and the other workers going back to their posts, leaving Taehyung and Lovejoy.
Taehyung turned to the manservant who was about to follow his master, ��Can I bum a cigarette?”
Lovejoy smoothly draws a silver cigarette case from his jacket and snapped it open. Taehyung took a cigarette, then another, popping it behind his ear for later. Lovejoy lights Taehyung’s cigarette with an indifferent look. Jungkook’s manservant let his eyes trail the male and locked with his unlaced boots.
“You’ll want to tie those.” Taehyung followed where Lovejoy was looking and stared at his unlaced boots.
“Interesting that the young lady slipped so mighty all of a sudden and you still had time to take off your jacket and shoes. Mmmm?” Lovejoy retorted as his expression was bland, but eyes, cold. He turned away to join his master. Taehyung sighed, arching his neck and holding it with one hand while blowing a cloud of smoke out, tired.
You sat in your vanity, looking at yourself and changed clothes for bed. In the corner of the mirror cracked, you saw Jungkook enter the room. The male looked at the disarrayed room with a frown. Your fiance slowly walked towards you.
“I know you’ve been melancholy, and I don’t pretend to know why,” Jungkook whispered, unexpectedly tender. From behind his back, he handed you a large black velvet jewel case, you took it, numbly.
“I intended to save this until the engagement next week. But I thought tonight, perhaps a reminder of my feelings for you…”
You slowly opened the box, your eyes widened at the sight of the necklace inside, in all its glory. It was huge, a malevolent blue stone glittering with an infinity of scalpel-like inner reflections.
“My God… Jungkook. Is it a–”
Jungkook smiled at your reaction, happy with it, and nodded. “Yes, it is a diamond. 56 carats.”
He takes the necklace and places it around your throat. He turns you to the mirror, staring from behind you.
“It was once worn by Louis XVI. They call it Le Coeur de la Mer, the–”
“Heart of the Ocean… Jungkook, it-it’s overwhelming.”
Jungkook stared at your reflection in the mirror, admiring the way the necklace complimented your soft (s/c) skin.
“It is for royalty. and we are royalty, (Y/N)” His fingers caressed your neck and throat. He seems to be disarmed by your elegance and beauty. His emotions, for the first time, unguarded. The wall he built for years crumbling in your presence.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t and couldn’t give you. There’s nothing I’d deny you in this world. Just open your heart to me, (Y/N).”
You looked at yourself, the necklace heavy on your neck. In your eyes, it was not a necklace but a dog collar. Something that will bind you more to Jungkook. A collar that proves his ownership of you.
As the next morning came, you walked into the sunlight right in front of the deck. You were stunningly dressed and walked with purpose. You carried yourself with dignity and elegance. You unlatched the gate to go down into the third class. The steerage men on the deck stopped what they were doing and stared at you, confused and in awe of your beauty.
The social center of steerage life was stark by comparison to the opulence of the first-class, it was a loud, boisterous place. There are mothers with babies, kids running between the benches, yelling in several languages and being scolded in several more. There are also old women yelling, men playing chess, girls doing needlepoint and reading dime novels. There was even an upright piano and Yoongi was playing around it.
Three boys were shrieking and shouting, scrambling around to chase a rat under the benches, trying to whomp it with a shoe and causing general havoc. Taehyung was playing with a 5-year-old girl, drawing funny faces together in his sketchbook. Jimin on the other side was struggling to get a conversation going with an attractive Norwegian girl sitting with her family at a table across the room.
“English? Maybe Korean?”
The Norwegian shook her head and said with a heavy accent, “No, no. Norwegian. Only.“
The woman’s eyes caught something in the room, looking at it with surprise. Jimin followed where she was looking and did a double-take. Taehyung who saw Jimin’s expression also followed, curious, and saw you, coming toward them. The activity in the room stops, a hush falls.
You suddenly felt self-conscious as the steerage passengers stared openly at this princess, some with resentment, others with awe. You spot Taehyung and gave a little smile, walking straight to him. He rises from his seat to meet you, smiling.
“Hello Taehyung”
Jimin and Yoongi were floored. It’s like the moment when the slipper fits Cinderella. The two did not believe that this princess was here in the third-class deck and talking to Taehyung.
“Hello again” Taehyung soothed. You then looked around, the people never removing their eyes on you. You smiled sheepishly and turned back to look at him.
“Could I speak to you in private?”
Taehyung tilted his head, confused, but nonetheless nodded, “Of course. After you.”
He motions you ahead and follows. Taehyung glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised, meeting the eyes of his friends as he walks out with you leaving a stunned silence behind.
Taehyung and you walked side by side in the A-deck. Passing people reading and talking in steamer chairs, some of whom glanced curiously at the mismatched couple. He feels out of place in his rough clothes. They are both awkward, for different reasons.
“So um. You got a name?”
You looked at him and nodded. “(Y/N) (m/n) (L/N)”
Taehyung stared at you, joking a bit, he said “That’s quite a mouthful. Gotta write that down later.”
You, though, did not laugh nor looked amused, looking nervous. The air was filled with an awkward silence.
“Mr.Kim–” You started but Taehyung cut you off
“Taehyung” He corrected
“Taehyung… I feel like such an idiot. It took me all morning to get up the nerve to face you.”
The male smiled at you, trying to ease some tense air around them, “But here you are.”
“Here I am. I… I want to thank you for what you did. Not just for… for pulling me back. But for your discretion.” You recalled as you two walked through the open hall.
“You’re welcome, (Y/N)”
You sighed, frustrated. “Look, I know what you must be thinking. Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery?“
Taehyung stopped walking and looked at you with furrowed brows making you stop too.
“That’s not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was… what could have happened to hurt this girl so much she thought she had no way out.“
You bit your lips at his reply, trying to blink tears away, and turned around. “I don’t… it wasn’t just one thing. It was everything. It was them, it was their whole world. And I was trapped in it, like an insect in amber.” You walked away making Taehyung follow.
“I just had to get away… just run and run and run… and then I was at the back rail and there was no more ship… even the Titanic wasn’t big enough. Not enough to get away from them. And before I’d really thought about it, I was over the rail. I was so furious. I’ll show them. They’ll be sorry!”
Taehyung sighed at your words, “Uh-huh. They’ll be sorry. You’ll be dead”
You stopped and lowered your head. Eyes tearing up, trying to suppress it.
“Oh God, I am such an utter fool.” You lamented, Taehyung going up beside you.
“That penguin last night, is he one of them?” The red-head asked with a quirk of his eyebrow. It was then your turn to furrowed your brows, looking at the male who was waiting for your answer.
“Penguin? Oh, Jungkook. Yes, he is one of them.”
Taehyung hummed, “Is he your boyfriend?“
You chuckled humorlessly, “I’m afraid it is something worse.” and showed Taehyung your engagement ring, the sizable diamond shining in the light. The male whistled lowly at the sight of it.
“God, look at the size of that thing! You would’ve gone straight to the bottom.” He let out but you did not laugh, still in your thoughts. A passing steward scowls at Taehyung, who is clearly not a first-class passenger, but you just glared at him and he walked away.
“So you feel like you’re stuck on a train you can’t get off ‘cause you’re marryin’ this fella.“ Taehyung stated, after clearing his throat when the awkward silence won’t disappear, which you agreed to.
“Yes, exactly!”
“Then don’t marry him.”
You sighed at Taehyung’s blunt answer and shook your head.
“If only it were that simple.” You let out
The male replied with a, “It is that simple.”
The young lady looked at Taehyung and frowned at him then looked down to the floor.
“Do you love him?” He asked another question making the lady glared at him
“That’s rude. You shouldn’t even be asking me this. Do not judge me. You haven’t seen my world.”
He raised a brow at that and muttered, “Why can’t you just answer the question?” You laughed nervously and fakely as you tried to get away from the male who followed you.
You then looked back at him and said, “This is absurd! You don’t know me and I don’t know you and we are not having this conversation at all.”
“You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous. And I am leaving now.” You added, anger and embarrassment filling you.
Taehyung stared at the rumbling woman in front of him with amusement, a teasing smile on his face as he got the answer to his question.
“Taehyung… Mr.Kim. It has been a pleasure.” You bid, emphasizing on Mr.Kim and shook his hand.
“I sought you out to thank you now I have thanked you–”
“And you’ve insulted me.” Taehyung cut off, with an amused look. You smiled tensely and replied, “Well you deserved it.”
“Right” Taehyung mused out
“Right.” You repeated with furrowed brows. Your hands still connected and shaking. Taehyung looked down at their moving hands with a small smile and looked up back again.
“I thought you were leaving?”
You realized and removed your hand away from him, clearing your throat, turning back around to walk away.
“I am.” With a tight smile still on your face, annoyed.
You turned around to face Taehyung, stopping on your tracks to go back to him, and said, “You are so annoying.”
Taehyung chuckled at your words as you started to walk away again. You then realized something and looked at Taehyung who was just standing there, watching you pace around with an amused smile as his hands were in his pockets.
“Wait.” You said a frown present on your beautiful face. You walked closer to him.
“I don’t have to leave. This is my part of the ship. You leave.” You argued, pointing to the other side as you faced Taehyung who looked down at you, smile still intact.
Taehyung laughed sarcastically at you and leaned against the rope beside him, “Oho-ho-ho! Well, well, well. Now who’s being rude”
You opened your mouth to retort, shocked at the male’s words. You chuckled out in disbelief. The topic annoying you, wanting to change it immediately. The brown leather sketchbook caught your eye and you took it from him.
“What’s this stupid thing you’re carrying around anyway?” You asked, agitated making Taehyung look at his sketchbook and shrugged.
You flipped through the pages and paused, looking up to Taehyung who stared down at you, the height difference between you two showing.
“What are you? An artist or something?” You asked, flipping through more of the pages and walked to the benches.
“Well… These are rather good…” You commented with a softening voice, admiring his works. Taehyung followed and sat next to you, watching you while you scanned through the pages.
“They’re very good actually…” You added. Taehyung’s sketches were each one an expressive little bit of humanity: an old woman’s hands, a sleeping man, a father, and daughter at the rail. The faces are luminous and alive. His book was a celebration of the human condition.
The young lady looked back up at Taehyung and said, “Taehyung, these are exquisite works” with awe in your voice
“Well, they didn’t think too much of 'em in Paree,” Taehyung replied, a small smile in his pink lips.
“Paris? Huh, you do go around for a poor–” You stopped your words, looking at Taehyung with shame on your face.
“I mean… For a person with limited means–”
Taehyung chuckled at your words, “It’s okay, you can say it. A poor guy.”
You didn’t reply, ashamed of yourself though Taehyung seemed to not mind it one bit. You flipped through the pages of his sketchbook when…
“Well well”
You came upon a series of nudes. You transfixed by the languid beauty he has created. His drawings of these naked women were soulful, real, with expressive hands and eyes. They feel more like portraits than studies of the human form almost uncomfortably intimate. You blushed, raising the book as some strollers go by, hiding it from their view.
You cleared your throat, “And these were drawn from life?“
Taehyung nodded, amused at the young lady’s reaction.
“Yup. That’s one of the great things about Paris. Lots of girls are willing to take their clothes off.“
You didn’t reply to his words but continued to flip on the pages of the sketchbook.
“You liked this woman. You used her several times.”
Now it was Taehyung’s turn to turn bashful, stumbling on his words at first as he tried to explain it to the young aristocrat
“N-Nothing like that. You see, she has beautiful hands.” Taehyung said, pointing to the drawing of her hands to emphasize his point. The lady just hummed in response, teasing the young artist.
“I think you must have had a love affair with her…“ You teased, smiling at him cheekily. Taehyung laughed at that, shaking his head at the sudden playfulness of the young lady.
“No, no! Just her hands.“
(Y/N) looked down at the drawings as Taehyung explained further, “She was a one-legged prostitute, you see”
He flipped to another page as you ‘ugh’-ed ghastly at the image, Taehyung laughing at your reaction.
“Oh…”
“She has a good sense of humor, though” He added. Then he seemed to remember something and turned the page once again, “Oh and this lady”
“She used to sit at this bar every night with every piece of jewelry she owned, just waiting for her long lost love” Taehyung explained as you looked at the drawing of a ragged woman with fancy jewelry on her clothes and skin.
“Called her Madame Bijou,” He said making the (h/c) haired lady look at him.
“Look how her clothes are all moth-eaten” the artist added. You chuckled at that. Taehyung was quiet for a bit, admiring the woman beside him as you admire his drawings and with a whisper, you uttered out,
“You really do have a gift Taehyung. You can see people.”
You looked at him with a small smile. Taehyung gazed at you in return, a smile on his lips.
“I see you”
That stare his eyes magnetic and pulled you in without warning. Your eyes, though, turned coy and rivaled his magnetic stare with your own.
You smirked a bit and asked, “And?”
Taehyung stared at you with a serious look, “You wouldn’t have jumped”
Your smirk fell at his words, your face turning sour as thoughts rapidly run into your mind.
You and Taehyung strolled down the aft, passing people who were relaxing on the deck chairs, bathing in the soft glow of the sunset.
“You know, my dream has always been to just chuck it all and become an artist… Living in a garret, poor but free” The young lady muttered with a soft voice, a wistful smile on your pink lips.
“You wouldn’t last two days. There’s no hot water, and hardly ever any caviar” Taehyung teased, a smirk appearing, but you got angry, spinning around to face the male.
“Listen here, buster. I hate my caviar! And I’m sick and tired of people dismissing my dreams with a chuckle and a pat on the head” You said out with a small glare.
Taehyung’s eyes widened at that, not meaning to upset you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”
You softened your glare when you saw Taehyung’s face and nodded, “Well, alright. I don’t know what it is but there’s something in me, Taehyung. Whether I should be an artist, or, I don’t know…. a dancer. Like Isadora Duncan…. a wild pagan spirit…” You trailed off, looking at the beautiful sunset. It was a magical moment, the glow making you look more ethereal than ever as Taehyung gazed upon you with a soft look.
“Why can’t I be like you, Taehyung? Just head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it.” You smiled, looking shortly to the male to smile at him before going back to admire the setting sun.
“Well it wasn’t easy at first but you’ll get used to it and it was beautiful. There was this pier and I always sell my artworks there for 10 cents apiece.” Taehyung replied, breaking his daze, now looking at the sun. You looked back at him, a smile on your face as dimples appeared on your cheeks ever so softly.
“Say we’ll go to that pier. Even if we only ever talked about it.” You said with a grin and Taehyung thought for a moment, a soft smile on his face
“No, we’ll do it. We’ll drink cheap beer. We’ll ride on a rollercoaster till we throw up” Taehyung listed down, You giggled at his ideas.
“And we’ll ride horses on the beach, right on the surf. But we have to ride it like a real cowboy. None of that sidesaddle stuff!” He added making you look at him in disbelief as big and bright smiles rest on both of your faces.
“You mean, one leg on each side?” You asked in astonishment. Taehyung nodded with a laugh.
“Can you show me?” You asked with a bashful smile.
Taehyung nodded easily, returning your shy grin, “Sure… If you like.”
You then have this determined look on your face as you exclaimed, “Teach me how to ride like a man!”
The male couldn’t help but laugh, “And chew tobacco like a man,” He said with this adorable western cowboy accent you ever heard. You giggled, adding, “And spit like a man!” Copying his accent
“They didn’t teach you that in finishing school?” Taehyung asked sarcastically with a teasing quirk of his dark eyebrow.
You laughed at his words, “No”
He smirked and grabbed you, pulling you with him.
“Come on, I’ll show you!”
Your eyes widened in fear and thrill while he pulled you along the side, walking to the railing.
“What?! Taehyung, no!”
“Come on!”
“Taehyung–!”
“It’s easy!”
“I couldn’t possibly–”
Taehyung looked at you and smirked, “Watch closely” and spit, it arched over the water. You were impressed, disgusted, but also wanted to laugh so badly when Taehyung looked back at you with the cutest smile as if he did not just spit on the water
“That’s disgusting!” You exclaimed but your smile did not waver
“Alright, your turn!” He chirped a boxy grin still intact on his face.
You looked around to see if anyone was watching then turned to the railing and spit, quite pathetically.
“That’s pitiful! Come on, you really have to hawk it back. Get some leverage to it!” Taehyung instructed, facing forward as he demonstrates it with you following his actions
You hawk and spat, a little arch going at it as it fell in the water. Taehyung nodded, “Well that’s better but you really have to hawk it out”
“Really? That’s better?”
Taehyung nodded, a smile on his face when he heard your hopeful voice. You turned to him, your face alight but suddenly you blanch. He saw your expression and turned around. (M/n), a Countess and Molly Brown has been watching you two hawk out spit to the water. You became composed, instantly, looking at your mother and stepping away from Taehyung a bit, smiling to the women.
“Mother… May I introduce, Kim Taehyung”
An awkward and tense silence filled the air while (M/N) studied Taehyung with a disgusted look on her aged face.
“Charmed, I’m sure” (M/n) replied after a while still looking at Taehyung. Taehyung has a little spit on his chin which he quickly wiped off, Molly grinned at him. (M/n) did not look amused and looked at him as if he was a bug, a dangerous one that should be squashed immediately.
“Well, Taehyung, it sounds like you’re a good man to have around in a sticky spot–” Molly said but was cut off by the bell of their meal call.
“Why do they insist on always announcing dinner like a damn cavalry charge?” She added making you smile a bit tightly.
“Shall we go get dressed, Mother?” You asked your mother then you turned to Taehyung, “I’ll see you later, Taehyung”
They walked away to the other side, Taehyung heard (M/N) scold her daughter “(Y/N), look at you! Out in the sun with no hat! Honestly!”
The Countess exits with (M/N) and you leaving Taehyung and Molly on the deck. Molly looked at Taehyung and said, “Son, do you have the slightest comprehension of what you’re doing?”
Taehyung looked at the older woman after he finished gazing at your fleeting back, “Not really” he said, cheekily. A smile, still prominent on his handsome face.
“Well, you’re about to go into the snakepit, I hope you’re ready. What are you planning to wear?” Molly asked as Taehyung looked down to his clothes then back at her, his smile faltering.
“I figured. Come on” Molly sighed out as she grabbed his arm and dragged him away
Men’s suits and jackets and formal wear are strewn all over the place. Molly, having a fine time. Taehyung was dressed, except for his jacket, and Molly was tying his bow tie.
“Don’t feel bad about it. My husband still can’t tie one of these damn things after 20 years… There you go.”
She picks up a jacket off the bed and hands it to him. Taehyung put on the jacket with Molly’s help, “I was right! You and my son are just about the same size” She said, smiling at Taehyung who returned it gratefully, looking at himself in the mirror.
“Very nice~,” He said, admiring the entirely different man in the mirror. He turned to Molly and smiled at her, gratefully.
“Thank you, Miss Molly” Taehyung uttered
Drifting strains of classical music were heard even from a couple feet away from the main entrance. By Edwardian standards, Taehyung looks stunningly beautiful and blended in with the stuck-up crowd. Dashing in his borrowed white-tie outfit, right down to his pearl studs.
A steward bows and smartly opened the door to the First Class Entrance, “Good evening, sir.”
Taehyung played the role smoothly, nodding at the steward with just the right degree of disdain.
The handsome, newly well-dressed male steps in and his breath were taken away by the splendor spread out before him. Overhead is the enormous glass dome, with a crystal chandelier at its center, glowing a beautiful golden light. Sweeping down six stories is the First Class Grand Staircase, the epitome of the opulent naval architecture of the time.
And the people, the women in their floor-length dresses, elaborate hairstyles, and abundant jewelry and the gentlemen in evening dress, standing beside their women with one hand at the small of the back, talking quietly.
Taehyung descends to the A-deck, several men nodded a perfunctory greeting. He nods back, keeping it simple. He felt like a spy, on an important mission, to save his lady from the villain.
Jungkook comes down the stairs, with (M/N) on his arm, the two covered with expensive jewelry. They both walk right past Taehyung, neither one recognizing him. Jungkook nodded at him, one gent to another, but Taehyung barely had time to be amused. Because just behind Jungkook and (M/N) on the stairs was you, a vision in red and black, your low-cut dress showing off your neck, that was adorned by a shiny necklace, and shoulders, your arms sheathed in white gloves that come well above the elbow. Taehyung was hypnotized by your beauty, stealing a breath from him.
You saw Taehyung, his usual messy red hair was slicked back as it showed his handsome face. You smiled at the man, walking towards him, one hand hitching your dress a bit. He imitates the gentlemen’s stance, hand behind his back and stretched out the other to you. You extended your gloved hand and he takes it, kissing the back of your hand. You were flushed, beaming noticeably. You can’t take your eyes off him. Your heart beating strangely faster with him.
“I always wanted to do that since I was just a lad” Taehyung informed, a bright boxy grin on his lips. You returned the smile, just as bright, giggling a bit
You cleared your throat a bit, remembering something, “Kook, surely you remember Mr. Kim”
Jungkook looked back at (Y/N) then at Taehyung, caught off guard at the male’s different appearance, looking more of a human being than a dirty rat on the streets, the young aristocrat thought.
“Kim! I did not recognize you.”
Jungkook studied him and nodded condescending, “Amazing, you could almost pass as a gentleman.”
(M/N) stared at the man, still with an unimpressed look as she and Jungkook walked away with (Y/N) and Taehyung following. They walked towards the reception room at the D-deck as the party descends to dinner. They encountered Molly Brown, looking good in a beaded dress, in her own busty broad-shouldered way.
Molly grinned when she sees Taehyung as they are going into the dining saloon, she walks next to him, speaking low: “ Ain’t nothin’ to it, is there, Taehyung?”
He nodded, “Yeah, you just dress like a pallbearer and keep your nose up.“
The older woman chuckled at the truth of it and said, “Remember, the only thing they respect is money, so just act like you’ve got a lot of it and you’re in the club.”
As they enter the swirling throng, Molly left them for a while and socialized with the other who came up to talk. (Y/N) leans close to him, pointing out several notables.
“There’s the Countess Rothes. And that’s Jung Hoseok… the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeleine, is at my age and in a delicate condition. See how she’s trying to hide it. Quite the scandal, ain’t it.” You whispered to Taehyung who listened in amusement at your words.
You nodded to another couple and began again, “And over there, that’s Sir Cosmo and Lucile, Lady Duff-Gordon. She designs naughty lingerie, among her many talents. Very popular with the royals.”
Jungkook becomes engrossed in a conversation with Kim Seokjin and Colonel Kim Namjoon, while (M/N), the Countess and Lucille, Seokjin’s wife, discussed fashion. (Y/N) picots Taehyung smoothly, to show him another couple, dressed impeccably.
“And that’s Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress, Madame Aubert. Mrs. Guggenheim is at home with the children, of course.” You told Taehyung everything you know because, in your life, that’s a habit rich people like to do, ruining and gossiping about others.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Jungkook was accepting the praise of his male counterparts, who were looking at you like a prize show horse, nodding and gazing up and down at you.
“Jeon, she is splendid.”
Jungkook nodded, liking the fact that these men know who you belong to but hate that they were staring at his wife fiance, “Thank you.”
Namjoon then commented, “Jungkook’s a lucky man. I know him well, and it can only be luck.”
(M/N) stepped over, hearing the last. She takes Jungkook’s arm, somewhat coquettishly and said, “How can you say that Colonel? Jeon Jungkook is a great catch.”
The entourage strolled towards the dining saloon, where they ran into Jung Hoseok going through the ornate double doors.
“Mr. Jung, Madeleine, I’d like you to meet Kim Taehyung.” (Y/N) introduced, Hoseok grabbing his hand, shaking it with a smile while his wife nodded at them.
“Nice to meet you, Taehyung. Are you one of the Kims of Seoul?” He asked, remembering his partners, Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon.
“No, the Daegu Kims, actually,” Taehyung replied.
Hoseok nodded as if he had ever heard about it then continued to look puzzled. Madeleine leaned closer to you and whispered girlishly with a coy smile, “It’s a pity that we’re both spoken for isn’t it.” then turned to smile at Taehyung, straightening up.
Like a ballroom at the palace, alive and lit by a constellation of chandeliers, full of elegantly dressed people and beautiful music from the small orchestra. As you and Taehyung entered and moved across the room to their table, Jungkook and (M/N) beside you. They sat down at the large table filled with rich people.
“Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Kim. I hear they’re quite good on this ship.” (M/N) said, looking at him from her place.
Taehyung was seated opposite to you, who is flanked by Jungkook and Thomas Andrews. Also at the table are Molly Brown, Ismay, Colonel Namjoon, the Countess, Kim Seokjin, Madame Aubert, and the Jungs.
“The best I’ve seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats.” Taehyung replied, making the table laugh. You then motion surreptitiously for Taehyung to take his napkin off his plate.
“Mr. Kim here is joining us from third class. He was of some assistance to my fiance last night.” Jungkook informed the people at their table. He then looked at Taehyung and said to him, as if talking to a child, “This is foie gras. It’s goose liver.”
Whispers were heard around the table, Taehyung becoming the subject of furtive glances. Now they’re all feeling terribly liberal and dangerous.
Seokjin leaned to Madame Aubert to whisper in her ear, “What is Jeon hoping to prove, bringing this… bohemian… up here?”
The waiter then came over to Taehyung, “How do you take your caviar, sir?“
Jungkook intervened, “Just a soupcon of lemon… it improves the flavor with champagne.” smiling arrogantly at him
Taehyung smiled back then turned to the waiter, “No caviar for me, thanks. Never did like it anyway.” looking at you who smiled at him, knowingly. Jungkook noticed Taehyung looking at his fiance and with a furrowed brows watched you smile at your lap, with confusion and anger as he gripped his fork.
“And where exactly do you live, Mr. Kim?” (M/N) asked
Taehyung looked at her and said, “Well, right now my address is the RMS Titanic. After that, I’m on God’s good humor.”
The salad was then served, Taehyung reached for the fish fork. You gave him a look and picked up the salad fork, prompting him with your eyes. He changes forks.
“You find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?” The older (L/N) asked
“Well… it’s a big world, and I want to see it all before I go. My father was always talkin’ about goin’ to see the ocean. He died in the town he was born in and never did see it. You can’t wait around, because you never know what hand you’re going to get dealt next. See, my folks died in a fire when I was fifteen, and I’ve been on the road since. Somethin’ like that teaches you to take life as it comes at you. To make each day count.” Taehyung said, you gazed at him with a look, eyes softening.
Molly Brown raises her glass in a salute, “Very well said, Taehyung”
Colonel Kim Namjoon raised his glass, “Here here” and (Y/N) followed, looking at Taehyung
“To making it count.” You said with a smile.
(M/N), annoyed that Taehyung has scored a point, pressed him further.
“How is it you have the means to travel, Mr. Kim?”
“I work my way from place to place. Tramp steamers and such. I won my ticket on Titanic here in a lucky hand at poker. “ He trailed as he looks at you with enigmatic eyes
“A very lucky hand” He added
Namjoon nodded, agreeing with Taehyung and said, “All life is a game of luck.”
Jungkook looked at his friend with a stern look, “A real man makes his own luck.”
Namjoon shaking his head at his long time friend but nonetheless continued to talk to Taehyung.
Dessert has been served and a waiter arrives with cigars in a humidor on a wheeled cart. The men start clipping the ends and lighting it.
“Nest it’ll be brandies in the Smoking Room.” (Y/N) said lowly to Taehyung as Namjoon stood up
“Well, join me for a brandy, gentlemen?” He invites
(Y/N) then added, “Now they retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe.”
Taehyung stifled a smile at you and straightened up when he heard Namjoon call him.
“Joining us, Taehyung? You don’t want to stay out here with the women, do you?”
Taehyung actually does, but…
“No thanks. I’m heading back.”
Jungkook stared him down and nodded, “Probably best. It’ll be all business and politics, that sort of thing. Wouldn’t interest you. Good of you to come.” with that, the gentlemen exited.
(Y/N) looked at Taehyung who stood up, brushing his suit, “Must you go?”
Taehyung smiled at you, holding your hand as he slipped a paper on your hand sneakily.
“It’s time for my carriage to turn back into a pumpkin.”
(M/N), scowling, watched him walk away across the enormous room. (Y/N) surreptitiously opened the note below table level. It reads: “Make it count. Meet me at the clock”.
You smiled and quickly hid the paper, waiting a bit before following Taehyung, excusing yourself.
You crossed the A-Deck foyer, sighting Taehyung at the landing above. Overhead is the crystal dome, he had his back to you, studying the ornate clock with its carved figures of Honor and Glory. It softly strikes the hour.
The (h/c) haired lady goes up the sweeping staircase towards him. He turns and sees you, he smiled.
“Want to go to a real party?”
The crowd was led and alive with music, laughter and raucous carrying on. An ad hoc band is gathered near the upright piano, honking out lively stomping music on fiddle, accordion, and tambourine. People of all ages are dancing, drinking beer and wine, smoking, laughing, even brawling.
Yoongi hands you a pint of stout and you hoisted it. Taehyung meanwhile dances with 5-year-old Cora or tries to, with her standing on his feet. As the tune ends, you walked up to them and leaned down to the little girl and said, “May I cut in, miss?”
Taehyung smiled at you then at Cora, “You’re still my best girl, Cora”
Cora scampers off while you and Taehyung faced each other. You were trembling as he took your right hand in his left. His other hand slides to the small of your back. It is an electrifying moment, their hearts beating wildly.
You looked at Taehyung and whispered, “I don’t know the steps.”
He smiled at your practical mind, “Just follow my lead. Don’t think”
The music started and they were off, dancing with each other for the first time. A little awkward at first but you then started to get into it. You grinned at Taehyung as you started to get the rhythm of the steps.
“Wait, stop!” You bend down, pulling off your high heeled shoes, and flung them to Yoongi who caught them with a shake of his head and a small smile. Then you grabbed Taehyung and they plunge back into the fray, dancing faster as the music speeds up.
The scene was rowdy and rollicking. A table got knocked over as a drunk crashes into it. And in the middle of it, you were dancing with Taehyung in your stockings. The steps were fast and you shined with sweat. Space opens around them, and people watch you, clapping as the band plays faster and faster.
Jimin and Helga danced ignoring the need for a common language and just enjoyed each others’ presence. He whirled her, then she responded by whirling him too. Jimin’s eyes went wide when he realized that she was stronger than him.
The tune ended in a mad rush, Taehyung stepped away from (Y/N) with a flourish, allowing you to take a bow. Everyone cheered and applauded. You were suddenly a hit with the steerage folks, who’ve never had a lady party with them.
They moved to a table, flushed and sweaty. You grabbed Jimin’s cigarette and took a big drag. You were feeling cocky. Jimin was grinning, holding hands with Helga.
“How are you two doin’?” Taehyung asked Jimin who smirked at him.
“I don’t know what she’s saying, she doesn’t know what I’m saying so we get along just fine,” He said, smiling at Helga
Yoongi walked up with a pint for each of them, You chugged yours down, showing off.
“You think a first-class girl can’t drink?“ You asked, a growing smirk on your pretty lips. Yoongi shook his head at you, a smile playing on his face. He grew fond of you, it was almost like you were his long lost sister, who was richer than him anyway…
Everybody else was dancing again, and a man crashes into Yoongi, who sloshes his beer over your expensive dress. You gasped then laughed, not caring one bit, but Yoongi lunges, grabbing the man and wheeling him around.
“Fuckin’ bastard! Watch where you’re going!”
The drunken man comes around, his fists coming up and before anything happened, Taehyung leaped into the middle of it, pushing them apart.
“Boys, boys! The lady’s alright, don’t get all pissy!” He said making Yoongi looked at you which you replied with a reassuring smile, he relaxed a bit and sighed. Yoongi stood there, all piss and vinegar, chest puffed up. Then he grins and claps the man on the shoulder.
“So, you think you’re big tough men? Let’s see you do this.“ (Y/N) said. In your stocking-feet, you assumed a ballet stance, arms raised, and goes up on point, taking your entire weight on the tips of your toes. The guys gape at your incredible muscle control. But then you came back down, your face screwed up in pain. You grabbed one foot, hopping around.
“Oooowww! I haven’t done that in years.“ You complained as Taehyung caught you before you lost your balance with everyone laughing.
The door to the well-deck opened a few inches as Lovejoy watched through the gap. He sees Taehyung holding you, both of you laughing. Lovejoy closed the door then retreated back to report back to his master.
The stars blazed overhead, so bright and clear you can see the Milky Way. (Y/n) and Taehyung walks along the row of lifeboats, still giddy from the party and they are singing a popular song “Come Josephine in My Flying Machine”.
“Come, Josephine in my flying machine and up she goes! Up she goes! In the air, she goes. Where? There she goes!”
You both fumbled the words then broke down laughing. You two reached the First Class Entrance but didn’t go straight in, not wanting the evening to end. Through the doors, the sound of the ship’s orchestra wafts gently. You grabbed a davit and leans back, staring at the cosmos.
“Isn’t it magnificent? So grand and endless,” you asked, going to the rails and leaned on your arms on it.
“They’re such small people, Taehyung… my crowd. They think they’re giants on the earth, but they’re not even dust in God’s eye. They live inside this little tiny champagne bubble… and someday the bubble’s going to burst.”
He leans at the rail next to you, his hand just touching yours ever so slightly. It is the slightest contact imaginable, and either one of you can only feel the square inch of skin where your hands are touching.
“You’re not one of them. There’s been a mistake.” Taehyung said making you look at him with an amused raised brow
“A mistake?”
He nodded, ”Uh-huh. You got mailed to the wrong address.“
You laughed and nodded in agreement, “I did, didn’t I”
Then at the corner of your (e/c) eyes, you saw a bright light pass above. (Y/N) looked up and pointed with a smile, “Look! A shooting star!”
Taehyung also looked at the magnificent sky and with a quirk of his lips, “This was a long one but my father used to say that whenever you saw one, it was a soul going to heaven”
(Y/N) twinkled like the stars above, “I like that… But aren’t we supposed to make a wish?”
Taehyung looked at you and found that you were suddenly very close together. It would be so easy to move another couple of inches, to kiss you. Oh, how Taehyung wants to do it but it would be wrong. You seemed to be thinking the same thing, looking down briefly at his lips then up back to his eyes. Taehyung’s breath hitched as he saw the brief flick of your eyes.
“What would you wish for?” He whispered
After a beat, you moved away, smiling sadly at him and said, “Something I can’t have…”
“Goodnight, Taehyung. And thank you.” You whispered to the night and left the rail, hurrying to the First-Class Entrance. Taehyung looked at you go, feeling conflicted.
“(Y/N)!” He called out but it was too late. The door shuts and you were back in your world while he was left in his.
It was a bright clear day the next morning, sunlight splashing across the promenade. (Y/N) and Jungkook were having breakfast in silence in their private area, the tension is palpable. Trudy, in her maid’s uniform, poured the coffee and went inside, leaving the two alone again.
“I had hoped you would come to me last night.” Jungkook started, not looking at you, eating his breakfast.
You looked up but went back to staring at your plate and cut the food into small pieces, “I was tired.”
Jungkook stopped his movements, stopping mid-cut and looked up, glaring at you. “Yes. Your exertions below the decks were no doubt exhausting.”
You stiffened at his words but switched back to your usual unbothered facade, “I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow me.”
The man growled, his dark eyebrows arching into a glare as his eyes screamed, anger.
“You will never behave like that again! Do you understand? And I don’t want you hanging around that dirty little rat again, you hear me!”
You glared back, matching his anger and said, “I’m not some foreman in your mills than you can command! I am your fiance–“
In one swift and alarming movement, Jungkook exploded and swept the table making the breakfast china and all of its contents fly as it crashed unto the wall and floor at the sheer force. He moved closer to you in one shocking moment, glowering over you and gripping the sides of your chair, so you were trapped between his arms. Leaning to you, his eyes were wide with fury and teeth grinding against each other.
“Yes! You are! As my wife… in practice, if not yet by law. You will honor me! As a wife is required to honor her husband! I will not be made a fool of! Is this in any way unclear?” Jungkook glowered as he stared deep into your eyes. You were trembling, heart, beating fast but not the same rhythm when you were with Taehyung, no. It was pure fear.
You shrink into the chair. You see Trudy, frozen, partway through the door bringing the orange juice. Jungkook followed your eyes and straightened up when he saw the maid. Without any words, he stalked past the maid, entering the stateroom, leaving you with tears threatening to escape your (e/c) eyes.
Trudy quickly went to the mess and tried to fix it. You followed her actions, crouching beside her, still trembling.
“I’m sorry, Trudy. We had a little accident…”
Trudy looked at her mistress and frowned, stopping you from touching the broken china.
“It’s okay, Miss.” but you did not stop. Trudy tried again, “Miss, please don’t touch it. You might cut yourself”
You finally snapped back to reality as you slumped to the floor and tears freely flowed down your soft cheeks. You hid your face in your hands. Trudy looked at you, a deep frown on her face, worried deeply.
Inside (M/N)’s suite, You were being dressed for the day and is in the middle of wearing your corset with your mother’s help. The tight bindings on your corset showing (M/N)’s fury.
“You are not to see that boy again, do you understand me (Y/N)? I forbid it!” She blurted out.
“Oh, stop it, Mother. You’ll give yourself a nosebleed.” You muttered and gasped slightly when you felt the harsh tug of the corset. (M/N) turned you around, making the younger look at her.
“(Y/N), this is not a game! Our situation is precarious. You know the money’s gone!”
You scoffed, “Of course, I know. You remind it to me every day.”
(M/N) glared at her daughter and said, “Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts hidden by a good name. And that name is the only card we have to play.”
(M/N) turned you back around and continued to lace your corset up. You glanced down to your feet, sucking down on your waist, a frown present on your pretty face.
“I don’t understand you. It is a fine match with Jeon, and it will ensure our survival.”
“How can you put this on my shoulder” You muttered, feeling angry and sad at the pressure of your mother.
You turned around again to say something but stopped when you saw the pure fear in your mother’s eyes.
“Do you want to see me working as a seamstress? Is that what you want? Do you want to see our fine things sold at an auction, our memories scattered to the winds? My God, (Y/N), how can you be so selfish?” (M/N) asked, tears burning her eyes.
“I’m being selfish? Me?! You are being unfair, mother–!”
“Of course it’s unfair! We’re women. Our choices are never easy.” (M/N) uttered out, pulling the last lace and tied it securely. The maids then went inside the room, placing the dresses the two will wear on the bed. For the rest of the time you were being dressed, it was quiet and tense. Neither of you two was talking, only the thoughts running on your mind occupied you.
At the divine service, Captain Smith was leading a group in the hymn of “Almighty Father Strong To Save.” You and your mother sang in the middle of the group, looking at the pamphlet in your hands.
Lovejoy stood at the back, keeping an eye on you. He noticed a commotion at the entry doors and quickly gone out. Taehyung has been halted there by two stewards. He has dressed back in his third-class clothes and stood there, hat in hand, looking out of place.
“Look, you-you’re not supposed to be in here.” A steward said, pushing him back.
“I was just here last night… don’t you remember?” Taehyung pleaded. He saw Lovejoy walking towards them and looked at him hopefully, pointing at him.
“He will tell you!”
Lovejoy went out and stood in front of Taehyung, “Mr. Jeon and Mrs. (L/N) continue to be most appreciative of your assistance. They asked me to give you this in gratitude–” He held out two twenty-dollar bills, which Taehyung refuses to take.
He shook his head, “I don’t want money. I–”
“-and also to remind you that you hold a third-class ticket and your presence here is no longer appropriate.” Lovejoy continued as Taehyung sighed in annoyance. He looked past Lovejoy and saw (Y/N) but you did not spot him.
“I just need to talk to (Y/N) for–”
Lovejoy cut him off and turned to the stewards, “Gentlemen, please see that Mr. Kim gets back to where he belongs.” as he gave the twenties to them. “And that he stays there” The tall servant added.
The stewards nodded, “Yes sir!” and turned to Taehyung, “Come along” as they dragged the male away who struggled, shouting for you. Inside the room, the younger (L/N) did not see it, singing in the choir but your mother did, nodding appreciatively to Lovejoy who made eye contact with her, smirking ever so slightly.
Taehyung, walking with determination, is followed closely by Yoongi and Jimin. He quickly climbed the steps to B-Deck and stepped over the gate separating 3rd from 2nd class.
“She’s a goddess amongst mortal men, there’s no denyin’ that. And I like her too, she’s like a sister to me but she’s in another world, Tae. She’s closed the door.” Yoongi said, looking at the young artist. Taehyung moved furtively to the wall below the A-Deck promenade, aft. Jimin agreed with Yoongi.
“Yoongi is right, Taehyungie. (Y/N)’s an angel but sometimes we just have to move on. Haven’t you think that she may also don’t want anything to do with us?”
“It was them, not her.” He said firmly and looked around.
“Ready?… Go.” Taehyung said, ignoring their words.
Yoongi shook his head resignedly and puts his hands together with Jimin in the same position, crouching down. Taehyung steps into Yoongi’s and Jimin’s hands and got boosted up to the next deck, where he scrambles nimbly over the railing, onto the First Class deck.
“He’s crazy I tell you,” Yoongi said as he watched Taehyung run
“Love makes you do crazy things, Yoongi…” Jimin commented as a small smile on his face but a bit worried about his best friend.
Taehyung sneakily walked in the deck, looking around for any workers he has to avoid. He then saw a lone coat jacket on one of the benches. He swiftly took it and run off, searching for you.
On the other side, a 21-year-old Junior Wireless Operator hustles in and skirts around Andrews’ tour group to hand a Marconigram to Captain Smith.
“Another ice warning, sir. This one from the “Baltic”.”
“Thank you, Sparks.” Smith glanced at the message then nonchalantly put it in his pocket. He nods reassuringly to you and the group.
“Not to worry, it’s quite normal for this time of year. In fact, we’re speeding up. I’ve just ordered the last boilers lit.” He reassured the group.
Andrews leads the group back from the bridge along the boat deck, seeing the lifeboats.
“Mr. Andrews, I did the sum in my head, and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned… forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard.” You said, worrying.
“ About half, actually. (Y/N), you miss nothing, do you? In fact, I put in these new type davits, which can take an extra row of boats here. But it was thought… by some… that the deck would look too cluttered. So I was over-ruled.” Andrews said, a frown in his face.
Jungkook scoffed and slapped the side of the boat with his cane, “Waste of deck space as it is, on an unsinkable ship!”
Andrews smiled at Jungkook’s faith in his work, “Sleep soundly, young (Y/N). I have built you a good ship, strong and true. She’s all the lifeboat you need.”
As they are passing Boat 7, a gentleman turns from the rail and walked up behind the group. It was Taehyung. He tapped (Y/N) on the arm and you turned, gasping when you saw him. He motioned to follow him and you quickly cut away from the group toward a door that Taehyung held open. You two duck into the gymnasium.
Taehyung closed the door behind you and glanced out through the ripple-glass window to the starboard rail, where the gym instructor is chatting up the woman who was riding the bike. You and Taehyung were now alone in the room.
You looked at Taehyung and remembered your mother’s words and your fiance’s outburst, you frowned.
“Taehyung, this is impossible. I can’t see you anymore.” You reasoned, trying to move away and exit the room.
He shook his head and held you by the shoulders, looking deep into your eyes and breathed out, “(Y/N), I need to talk to you”
You furrowed your eyebrows with a sad frown, “No, Taehyung, no” And looked at the window with a worrying glance, “Taehyung… I’m engaged. I’m marrying Jungkook and I love him.” you added, glossy eyes hinting your sadness. Your tone makes it seems like you aren’t even trying to convince Taehyung but yourself.
Taehyung wore a skeptical grin, “(Y/N) you’re no picnic… you’re a spoiled little brat even, but under that, you’re a strong, pure heart, and you’re the most amazingly astounding girl- woman-I’ve ever known and–”
You frowned once again, “Taehyung, I–” and moved away but Taehyung stopped you before continuing quickly.
“No, wait. Let me try to get this out. You’re ama…” He stopped for a bit, breathing deeply.
“I’m not an idiot. I know how the world works, I got 10 bucks in my pocket and I know I have nothing to offer you, (Y/N). I know that. But I’m too involved now. You jump, I jump, remember? I can’t turn away without knowin’ that you’re goin’ to be alright. That’s all I want” Taehyung said, his last words almost a whisper, looking at you with the utmost sincerity that it made your eyes gleam with tears.
The male was open and real, unlike anyone you have known.
“Well, I’m fine. I’ll be fine, really” You whispered, Taehyung leaning closer to you.
“Really?” He asked again as your gaze shifts uneasily
“I don’t think so. They’ve got you in a glass jar like some butterfly, and you’re goin’ to die if you don’t break out. Maybe not right away, 'cause you’re strong. But sooner or later the fire in you is goin’ to go out.” Taehyung caressed your cheek, you looking up at him, swallowed hard and with a quiet voice, “It’s not up to you to save me, Taehyung.”
He nodded
“You’re right. Only you can do that.” Taehyung said, leaning a bit closer than before but you stopped him with your hand touching his.
The young aristocrat stared at him, eyes hiding what you really felt, “I’m going back, leave me alone. Please, Taehyung, for both our sakes, leave me alone.” and tear yourself away from him, going out the room. Taehyung’s sad eyes followed you and after you were out of sight, he hung his head in defeat, jaw clenched.
The most elegant room on the ship, done in Louis Quinze Versaille style. You sat on a divan, with a group of other women arrayed around you. (M/N), the Countess Rothes and Lady Duff-Gordon are taking tea. You were silent and still like a porcelain figurine while the conversation washes around you.
“Of course the invitations had to be sent back to the printers twice. And the bridesmaids’ dresses! Let me tell you what an odyssey that has been…” (M/N) informed the other ladies.
In your thoughts, you saw yourself when you were a four years old girl, wearing white gloves, daintily picking up a cookie. Your mother correcting your posture, and the way you held the teacup. The little girl was trying so hard to please the woman, her expression serious. A glimpse of (Y/N) at that age, and the relentless conditioning, shows the pain in becoming an Edwardian geisha.
Finally, you have decided. You nonchalantly spilled the tea unto your immaculate dress, stating, “Oh, looked at what I have done.”
In the dusk light of the sun, as if lit by the embers of a giant fire, the ship looms, Taehyung was there, right at the apex of the bow railing, his favorite spot. He closes his eyes, letting the chill wind clear his head. His emotions in ruins.
He hears your voice, calling out to him.
“Hello, Taehyung” He turned around, shocked as he saw you. You bit your lips and gave a sheepish smile, “I changed my mind.”
A broad warm grin expanded on his face, looking at you with a soft glint in his equally warm eyes. Your cheeks were red with the chill wind, and eyes sparkling like diamonds. Your hair blew wildly about your face.
“Jimin said you might be here–”
“Shhh… Come here”
You walked up to him as he put his hands on your waist. Like he was going to kiss you. “Close your eyes.”
And you did, and he turns you to face forward, the way the ship is going. He presses you gently to the rail, standing right behind you with a soft smile. Then he took your two hands and raised them until you were standing with your arms outstretched on each side. You were going along with him and when he lowers his hands, your arms stayed up… like wings.
“Okay, you can open them now” He whispered to your ears, his deep voice affecting you deeply.
(Y/N) gasped. There is nothing in your field of vision but water, it’s like there was no ship under them at all, just the two of them soaring. The Atlantic unrolls toward you, a hammered copper shield under a dusk sky. There were only the wind and the hiss of the water 50 feet below. You grinned.
You leaned forward, arching your back. Taehyung puts his hands on your waist to steady you, leaning his cheek to the side of your head.
“Come Josephine in my flying machine…” Taehyung sang softly beside your ear, the same song you two sang when you left the party making you giggle gently.
You closed your eyes, feeling yourself floating weightless far above the sea. You smiled dreamily, then leaned back, gently pressing your back against his chest. He pushes forward slightly against you.
Slowly he raised his hands, arms outstretched, and they meet yours… fingertips gently touching then their fingers intertwined. Moving slowly, their fingers caress through and around each other like the bodies of two lovers.
Taehyung tips his face forward into your blowing hair, letting the scent of you wash over him.
You turned your head until your lips were near his, you lowered your arms, turning further until you found his mouth with yours. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, and you kissed like this with your head turned and tilted back, surrendering to him, to the emotion, to the inevitable. Kissing, slowly and tremulously, and then with building passion. You slowly caressed the back of his neck, pulling him into you to deepen the kiss.
Taehyung and the ship seemed to merge into one force of power and optimism, lifting you, buoying you forward on a magical journey, soaring onward into a night without fear.
Like in a dream, the beautiful woodwork and satin upholstery were designed expertly. Taehyung was overwhelmed by the opulence of the room, he sets his sketchbook and drawing materials on the marble table. You giggled at his nervous face and said, “This is quite proper, I assure you”
“Will this light do? Don’t artists need good light?” You asked the young artist
Taehyung looked back at you with a sly grin after he admired the place and with a really bad French accent he said, “Zat is true, I am not used to working in such 'orreeble conditions.”
You giggled, shaking your head. Taehyung then saw a painting on the wall, going towards it in awe, “Monet!”
He crouches next to the paintings stacked against the wall. You followed him and asked, “You know him?”
“Yes, isn’t he great… the use of color? I saw him once… through a hole in this garden fence in Giverny.” You nodded, smiling at him. You then went into the adjoining walk-in wardrobe closet. He saw you go to the safe and start working the combination. He let the other paintings fascinate him.
”Jungkook insists on lugging this thing everywhere.”
Taehyung frowned a bit that the mention of your fiance, he looked around to distract him from the jealousy he felt.
“Should I be expecting him anytime soon?” He asked and you walked towards him with a velvet case on your hands.
“Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out.” You opened it and removed the necklace, then held it out to Taehyung who took it nervously.
“What is it? A sapphire?” He asked, studying the necklace.
“Diamond. A very rare diamond.” You said then looked at him with a nervous glint in your eyes. You licked your lips.
“I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this.” Taehyung turned to you.
“Wearing only this” You added with a smile. The man’s eyes widened at your declaration. He nodded slowly, gulping, “I-If that’s what you want”
Taehyung arranged the couch where you will lay on later while you get ready. You draw the butterfly clip out of your hair. You shook your head and your hair falls free around your shoulders.
In the sitting room, he was laying out his pencils like surgical tools. His sketchbook is open and ready. He looks up in his seat when you came into the room, wearing a silk robe and your hair laid down, framing your face.
“The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a china doll. As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want.” You instructed, acting as one of the snobbish rich folks which made Taehyung smile.
You hand him a dime and steps back, parting with the robe. The bluestone laid between your breasts. Your heart was pounding as you slowly lower the robe and Taehyung’s situation wasn't any better, in fact, his heart was pounding at his ribcage that he thought, it’ll jump out any second. Taehyung looked so stricken, it was almost comical. The robe drops to the floor.
You laid on the divan, “Tell me when it looks right to you.” you posed, settling like a cat, one arm beside you and the other outstretched.
Taehyung’s dark eyes scanned you and snapped out of his thought when he remembered, “Uh… just bend your left leg a little and… and lower your head. Eyes to me. That’s it.”
Taehyung started to sketch but when he looked up and meets your eyes, he almost dropped his pencil as you stifled a laugh.
“I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can’t imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.” You teased a smirk present on your beautiful face
Taehyung sweats as he grinned shyly, “He does landscapes.” Despite his nervousness, he draws with sure strokes, and what emerges is the best thing he has ever done. Your pose was languid, your hands beautiful, and your eyes radiate energy.
When he finished, he signed the drawing. You, wearing your robe again, leaned on his shoulder, watching him. You gazed at the drawing, marveling at the piece of art. Taehyung is, with no doubt in your mind and heart, was a brilliant artist. He has X-rayed your soul.
“Date it, Tae. I want to always remember this night” You whispered making Taehyung gulped, the nervousness he felt earlier, coming back, he nodded. He dates it and gave it to you, looking up at you as you stared at him. You leaned closer and pecked his lips, sharing a soft kiss.
You, meanwhile, scribbles a note on a piece of Titanic stationery and crosses to the safe in the wardrobe.
You put the diamond back in the safe, placing the drawing and the note on top of it. Closes the door with a clunk
Inside the smoking room, Lovejoy enters from the Palm Court through the revolving door and crosses the room toward Jungkook. A fire is blazing in the marble fireplace, and the usual fatcats were playing cards, drinking and talking. He sees Lovejoy and detaches from his group, going to him.
“None of the stewards have seen her.”
Jungkook scowled at him, “This is ridiculous, Lovejoy. Find her”
Back to your suite, the (L/N) was fully dressed now, returned to the sitting room. They heard a key in the lock. You quickly take Taehyung’s hand and leads him silently through the bedrooms. Lovejoy enters by the sitting-room door.
“Miss (Y/N)? Hello?” He then hears a door opening and goes through Jungkook’s room toward yours.
You and Taehyung came out of your stateroom, closing the door. You lead him quickly along the corridor toward the B deck foyer. You were halfway across the open space when the sitting-room door opens in the corridor and Lovejoy came out. The valet sees Taehyung with you and ran after them.
“Come on!”
You and Taehyung break into a run, surprising the few ladies and gentlemen around. You led him past the stairs to the bank of elevators. They run into one, shocking the hell out of the operator.
“Take us down! Quickly!” You ordered. The Operator scrambles to comply, Taehyung even helped him close the steel gate. Lovejoy runs up as the lift starts to descend. He slams one hand on the bars of the gate. You raised your middle finger to the annoying servant of your fiance, sniggering, Taehyung gazed at you oh so fondly, chuckling at your actions as Lovejoy disappears above while the operator gaped at you.
Lovejoy emerged from another lift and runs to the one Taehyung and you were in. The Operator was just closing the gate to go back up. Lovejoy ran around the bank of elevators and scans the foyer… no Taehyung and (Y/N). He went to the stairs that goings down to F-Deck.
A functional space, with access to several machine spaces (fan rooms, boiler uptakes). Taehyung and you were leaning against a wall, laughing.
“Pretty tough for a valet, this fella.” Taehyung rasped out
“He’s an ex-Pinkerton. Jungkook’s father hired him to keep him out of trouble… to make sure he always got back to the hotel with his wallet and watch, after some crawl through the less reputable parts of town…” you explained with a smile, gazing at Taehyung
“Kinda like we’re doin’ right now– uh oh!” He cut himself off when he saw Lovejoy.
The valet spotted them from a cross-corridor nearby. He charges toward them. Taehyung and you run around a corner into a blind alley. There was one door, marked CREW ONLY, and the male flung it open.
You two entered the roaring ran-room, with no way out but a ladder going down. He latches the deadbolt on the door, and Lovejoy slams against it a moment later. Taehyung grins at you pointing to the ladder.
“After you, m’lady~”
You two came down the escape ladder and look around in amazement. It is like a vision of hell itself, with the roaring furnaces and black figures moving in the smoky glow. Running the length of the boiler room, dodging amazed stokers, and trimmers with their wheelbarrows of coal.
You run through the open watertight door into the boiler room as Taehyung pulled you through the fiercely hot alley between two boilers and they wind up in the dark, out of sight of the working crew. Watching from the shadows, you saw the stokers working in the hellish glow, shoveling coal into the insatiable maws of the furnaces. The whole place thunders with the roar of the fires.
Back with at the smoking room with amid unparalleled luxury, Jungkook sat at a card game, sipping brandy.
“We’re going like hell I tell you. I have fifty dollars that say we make it into New York Tuesday night!” Namjoon said, with his own brandy.
Jungkook looks at his gold pocket watch, and scowls, not listening.
The furnaces roar, down at the boiler room, silhouetting the glistening stokers. Taehyung kissed your face, tasting the sweat trickling down from your forehead. You two kissed passionately in the steamy, pounding darkness.
They entered and run laughing between the rows of stacked cargo. You hugged yourself against the cold, after the dripping heat of the boiler room.
They come upon Kim Seokjin’s brand new touring car, lashing down to a pallet. It looks like a royal coach from a fairy tale, its brass trim, and headlamps nicely set off by its deep burgundy color.
You climbed into the plushly upholstered backseat, acting very royal. There were cut crystals bud vases on the walls back there, each containing a rose. Taehyung jumps into the driver’s seat, enjoying the feel of the leather and wood.
“Where to, pretty lady?”
You smiled, “To the stars”
Your hands then came out of the shadows and pulled him over the seat into the back, making Taehyung laugh. He landed next to you, and his breath seems loud in the quiet darkness. He looks at you and saw you smiling. It was the moment of truth.
“Are you nervous?” He whispered
You smiled a bit at Taehyung, “I am more than okay, Taehyung”
He returned your smile, caressing your soft cheek. Taehyung studied you for a moment, how the faint glow of the light shined on you making your eyes glow with warmth swimming inside it.
“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N)”
You took his hand and kissed his fingers, “Put your hand on me, Taehyung…”
His eyes narrowed at your words, looking deep into your (e/c) eyes as he saw the desire behind it. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours. You leaned forward, catching him off-guard while you deepened the kiss. The cold lips of yours made Taehyung shiver, desire started to creep upon him. He laid his body on top of you which you welcomed, enjoying the weight and warmth he offered.
One of his large hand trailed up to your chest, squeezing the soft breast which earned a whimper. You broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting you two as you panted, “Tae…” You called out. The soft and needy voice made Taehyung crazy.
“Fuck, love…” He uttered out, connecting both of your lips together once again in a more frenzy manner than before. Taehyung licked a soft stripe on your lips, asking for permission which you granted willingly. The warm appendage met yours in a swirl as you moaned at the contact.
“Mhhmm~”
Taehyung groaned in satisfaction at your lovely mewl, wanting to hear more. He broke off the kiss and went straight to your neck, kissing it with his wet lips. His hands trailed up and down at your body, making you burn in desire. You ground your hips up, the dull ache you felt made you impatient and the feeling of his hardening length pressed in his thin pants against you were not making it better for you. Taehyung tilts his head in pleasure, closing his eyes at the sudden movement.
“Ahh..”
You heard his deep voice, his moans were definitely a new favorite for you. Taehyung opened his eyes, looking deeply into you with half-lidded eyes, licking his lips.
“You’re so pretty, Taehyung” You whispered against his lips, he smiled and shook his head, playfully.
“I guess you haven’t seen yourself, love”
You giggled, Taehyung nuzzling his face against your cold skin once again then begun to kiss down to your body. Your breath hitched, watching him slowly go down on you.
“We really need to get you out of these clothes…” You heard the male say impatiently, gathering it up in his hands and sliding it off you.
The heavy dress was off you in seconds, you didn’t know how he did it or how he managed when you needed multiple hands just to fix it. Taehyung gazed at your half-naked body, a thin layer of white undershirt was all you wore. Your nipples peaked against the thin white fabric, Taehyung gulped at the sight as he raised a hand. He ever so slightly touched the hardened bud making you gasp in surprise. He groaned at your reaction, the sight making his blood go straight south.
“You’re killing me here, (Y/N)…” He groaned out, leaning against you to gain some friction. You bit your lip at his words and action, the unfamiliar pleasure washing over you.
“Please touch me more, Tae…” You whispered back to him, raking your soft hands through his red hair, Taehyung relishing at your touch.
Noticing his unfocused attention, you let your hands wander around his body, trying to memorize every detail in him. You touched his back to his chest and then down to his torso. You let your hands stop just before going to his hips, giggling softly at Taehyung’s small impatient whine.
You took pity on the young man above you and touched him. Your eyes turned half-lidded at what you felt, he was definitely not small.
God, he was huge and so fucking hard. You gulped, the outline of his cock against his pants made you hungry and made you want more.
You caressed his cock through his slacks, Taehyung’s pants and small moans made you wetter. You pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing heat.
The red-haired male noticed it, he raised a warm hand to your thigh and squeezed it then moved it, making you open your legs wider. You blushed at the sudden movement and tried to close your legs but Taehyung gripped your thighs, pinning it down against the rough surface of the car’s leather.
“You should see yourself from this view, love. You look like a masterpiece, so ready to get fucked by my cock” Taehyung’s lust laced voice made your throbbing heat ache even more.
You clenched at nothing when you heard his words, you bit your lips and lifted your hips at meet his.
Taehyung sighed, his cock was so hard that it was actually painful. How can you be so perfect…
He removed one of his large hands off your thigh and to his crotch, palming himself as he watched you through his slightly wet bangs due to his sweat. You panted at the intensity of his eyes, you couldn’t help but copy him. You let your hand wander around your body, tweaking your hardened buds while you tried to hump Taehyung but ended up humping nothing but air as he moved a bit to watch you more carefully.
Taehyung growled at your desperate actions, slamming his hands back to your hips, gripping it tightly.
“This is all mine, mine to touch, mine to play with.” He massaged your body, going over you as he left nothing untouched. Taehyung leaned closer to you, attaching his lips to your neck again and marked you. You felt one of his hands go lower, going to your pubis as he stroked your mound lightly.
You moaned, closing your eyes tightly. Taehyung touched your clit against your underwear, fondling at it as the fabric gotten wetter with every stroke. The press of the wet fabric and Taehyung’s finger, rolling slowly against the bud, was making you crazy.
“D-Don’t be such a tease, Taehyung..”
He smirked against your bruised neck, bitting at it again, leaving the already red skin turn violet-ish. His long fingers passed through the band of your underwear and touched your wet lips.
“A-Ah…”
“Fuck, you’re so wet…”
Taehyung quickly ripped the underwear of you and throwing it on the car’s carpeted floor.
He brushed against your lips then opened, you felt the sudden gush of air making you shiver. Taehyung’s middle finger made contact with your clit again, pressing and kneaded it more harshly. After a bit, you felt his fingertips prodding your entrance, wiggling itself inside slowly.
“Fuck–!”
He chuckled at you, “My, my~ What a dirty little mouth you have, love”
You let out a whimper at the intrusion, Taehyung prepping you for something bigger later. His long finger settled inside your heat, waiting for you to adjust. You nodded, cueing that he can move. Taehyung groaned at your tight heat while he pumps his finger slowly. He added another when he saw you adjusting and whining for more. His speeding fingers made noisy squelches that it embarrassed you at how wet you became, you grasped his hair and pulled in into a kiss.
Long fingers pumped in and out of you in a frenzy motion that it made your body rock with the rhythm. Your one hand went to his wrist, feeling the frantic movement of Taehyung. You looked at him and saw him looking so impatient and the subtly twitching of his cock inside his pants was so delicious.
“Taehyung, take me already”
He groaned at that, he removed his fingers out of you. Your juice coating his hand and in a swift, he raised it to his mouth and sucked on his fingers, never breaking eye contact with you. He removed his fingers with a soft pop, he licked his lips. You were enthralled at the wet appendage, oh how much you want to feel it against your clit but that’s for next time. You need him to fuck you right now.
“You taste so good, love. I’ll eat you up like my last meal–”
“Tae, just fuck me!”
Your little outburst shocked the male but he smiled after a while, kissing your nose. The soft affection is definitely different from how his hard cock pressing at your pussy. You both moaned at the contact. Taehyung quickly got out of his pants and boxers, leaving him naked in front of you.
He held his cock with one of his hand and positioned it to your entrance, he looked at you through his lashes with small uncertainly.
“You ready?”
“Yes”
You let out a deep breath, waiting for Taehyung to move. Taehyung entered your heat, hissing at the tightness. He laid his forehead against your collarbones, eye tightly shut, relishing at the feeling. The slow entry of his cock was painfully pleasurable, the burn of the stretch made it addicting.
You felt really good, a soft squelch echoed as Taehyung entered you and the tight grip of your pussy to his dick was too much. He groaned in surprise when you clenched down on him. His eyes opened widely at that, not expecting it.
“Move, Tae…”
He nodded against your neck, kissing the closest skin. Taehyung slowly pulled out half-way then slammed back at you with a firm pump.
“Fuck…”
“Mhmm”
His cock was hot and throbbing against your walls. As he fucked you, the wet sounds of your pussy swallowing him back in eagerly reached his ears. He groaned, the fact you got so wet for him made him go even harder. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it with his skilled tongue, making you gasp at the added pleasure. Your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts, Taehyung watching you, mesmerized, but his thrust never flailing. He then angled his thrust, hitting your soft spot making you cry out, your back arched at the burst of pleasure. Taehyung chuckled against your wet skin.
Your walls clenched around his cock, the pleasure too much for you. He grunted, he doubled his speed and began to fuck you roughly.
The blunt tip of his cock hitting your g-spot every hard thrust he made your pussy fluttered around him in anticipation.
“T-Taehyung…” You whimpered out, your hips arching to meet his hard thrust, eye-rolling back at the white pleasure he offered. He then reached between your thighs and found your clit with his thumb. The bud was hard and swollen, making it easier to roll with his fingers. The way his long fingers toyed with the bundle of nerves, his thumb stroking it back and forth, has you hurtling over the edge.
“A-ah. Ah! Tae-Taehyung,” you choked out, his name falling from your lips over and over again like a mantra. Suddenly, you gush around him, your cum coating his cock. Clenching tightly against him and the gush of wetness was enough to send Taehyung to his own orgasm.
“(Y/N)–!” He moaned out, eyes shut as his eyebrows furrowed at the pleasure raking his body, making his body twitch involuntarily. He kissed you, lips smacking loudly against yours.
Fingers fondled roughly at your clit as his thrust became sloppy, letting you ride your orgasm along with his. His shaft pulses inside you before you feel him shoot rope after rope of white cum into you. A soft sigh of pleasure leaves your lips, his warmth filling you up from the inside as he coats your walls white with his cum.
Taehyung let his body rest against you, you smiled tiredly at that. Your soft hands caressing his hair and back, feeling him still shiver at the aftereffect of his orgasm.
You looked at him, pulling his face towards you to let him face you. You looked at his flustered face, sweat coated his hair and forehead slightly.
“You are trembling… Are you okay?”
Taehyung kissed your hand that was close to his lips, smiling against your skin. His big brown eyes staring deeply at your (e/c) ones.
“I am more than okay… I love you, (Y/N)”
You smiled shyly at him, bringing him closer to kiss him softly. He smiled into the kiss, his own hand caressing your face. You hugged him close to you, fearing the time where they will take him away from you but for now, he is here. Taehyung’s with you.
Inside your suite room, Jungkook entered inside and looked for you. He scowled at the empty room, looking at the moved divan with suspicion.
He walked towards the wardrobe where the safe is, his tall figure gliding confidently across the room. Jungkook glared at the open safe. He walked closer when he saw a piece of paper on top of the velvet black box. He got the paper out and stared at it with fury bubbling inside of him. He gripped it tightly, crumpling it a bit.
The drawing of you mocked him and your little letter sends him hurling to the edge,
Darling, now you can keep us both locked up in your safe.
-(Y/n)
Jungkook crumpled the note then moved to the drawing, hands taking it as if to rip it in half, with a vice grip on the paper. He stopped himself though, looking at the drawing. He smirked evilly, looking straight at your realistically drawn eyes.
“No no. I have a much better idea.”
You two got dressed after calming your wildly beating hearts and resting your tired bodies. Taehyung kissed your cheek, helping you button your dress up. You giggled at the affection as you buttoned the last one and nudged him to the door, the male opening it and went out. Taehyung faced you, offering his hand with a small bow with a smile.
You smiled, grabbing his hand and went out of the car with his help, “Thank you, good sir, ~”
Taehyung bowed his head a bit with his charming boxy smile, closing the car door behind you, “Anything for the pretty lady~”
The two of you laughed at your antics then Taehyung held your hand with a comforting grip, guiding you two out of the place still giggling under your breaths. People and workers watched the couple with raised brows and a small disapproving frown at their actions, blatantly showing affection in public.
Taehyung stopped when you two reached the deck, moving closer to you with small chuckles escaping him. His nose bumping against yours lovingly, his smile warm and contented. You returned his smile, arms wrapping around his torso. You two swayed to the unheard music, basking in the warmth of your two bodies offered.
You and Taehyung stood in the corner of the deck in each other’s arms. Breaths of clouds around you in the now freezing air, but neither of you even feel the cold, too caught up in each other’s loving eyes.
“Once this ship docks, I’m running away with you” You whispered against his lips.
Taehyung smiled playfully, “Are you sure? It might just be your adrenaline talking” He teased. You nudged him a bit, his playful smile turning softer.
“I know. It doesn’t make any sense. But that’s why I trust it.” You replied, smiling up at him.
“Then we’ll run away, far from anyone you know. We’ll live in a small house. Just the two of us and that will be our new beginning” Taehyung muttered then pressed both of your lips together. You smiled through the kiss, hand going up to his hair to deepen the kiss. You two kissed each other with passion, ignoring your surroundings and focused on each other.
In the crow’s nest above you two, a male saw you two. He nudged his co-worker with a small smirk.
“Hey Cor, would you look at that”
The other male looked at where the other was looking and scoffed, rubbing his hands together for warmth, “They’re bloody warmer than we are that’s for sure”
“Well if that’s what it takes for us two to get warm, I’d rather not, you’re one ugly bugger”
The two laughed at that, but then the former’s expression fell. Glancing forward again, he does a double-take. The color draining out of his face. In about 500 yards away, a massive iceberg right in their path.
He reaches past the other male and rings the lookout bell three times, then grabbed the telephone, calling the bridge. He waits precious seconds for it to be picked up, never taking his eyes off the black mass ahead, terrified.
“Pick up, you bastard!”
The phone was then picked up and the male explained everything. It was there where everything went to shit.
Workers dashed through the halls in frenzied motion, the urgency of the moment thickening the air. In the steerage, Jimin walked out, looking at what’s the commotion was all about. He yelped when he saw dozens of rats running towards him. He jumped out the way and watched in surprise as it runs past him to the corridor.
In the stateroom where Yoongi was sleeping, he rolls over his bunk bed and drops into cold water.
“What the fuck-!” He shouted angrily, feeling the cold water sip into his thin clothes but then stopped, looking at the ground where he sat. 3 feet of ice-cold water flood into his room and was steadily rising up.
He pulls the door open and stepped out into the corridor, which was also flooded. Jimin was running toward him, yelling something in Busan dialect.
“What the hell is happening, Jimin?”
“I don’t know! The portmen are in a rush outside and there were rats running out of here!”
Yoongi groaned at that and told Jimin to alert everyone. The two started pounding on doors, getting everybody up and out. The alarm spreads in several languages. After getting everyone up, Yoongi and Jimin were in a crowd of steerage men clogging the corridors, heading aft away from the flooding. Many of them have grabbed suitcases and duffel bags, some of which are soaked.
“If this is the direction the rats were runnin’, it’s good enough for me,” Yoongi muttered, Jimin shaking his head at his words.
In the forward deck, you and Taehyung looked at the dark. Leaning to the railing, gazing at the large iceberg. The red-haired male noticed your distress and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you close to him.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay. It looks nothing to me”
You looked at Taehyung, a frown playing on your lips. “Has it damaged the ship?…” You asked, remembering the limited lifeboats in worry.
Taehyung smiled reassuringly at you, “It didn’t seem like much of a bump. I’m sure we’re okay.”
You nodded, wanting to believe Taehyung’s words but the anxious feeling was getting to you.
Inside the B-deck, Ismay, dressed in pajamas under the topcoat, hurried down the corridor, headed for the bridge. An officious steward came along the other direction, getting the few concerned passengers back into their rooms.
“There’s no cause for alarm. Please, go back to your rooms.” He said but was stopped in his tracks by Jungkook and Lovejoy.
“Please, sir. There’s no emergency–”
Jungkook scoffed at that, “Of course there is! I have been robbed, call the Masters at Arms.”
The steward stopped and stared at Jungkook, shocked at the news. Jungkook glared at him, “Now you moron!”
“Y-Yes, sir!”
You and Taehyung came up the steps from the well deck, which were right next to the three men. They stare as the couple climbs over the locked gate.
A moment later Captain Smith rounds the corner, followed by Andrews and Carpenter Hutchinson. They have come down from the bridge by the outside stairs. The three men, their faces grim, crush right past Taehyung and you. Andrews barely glances at you.
“Can you shore up?”
“Not unless the pumps get ahead.”
The inspection party then goes down the stairs to the well deck. Taehyung looked at you with a small frown, “It’s bad…”
You looked at Taehyung with alarm, “We have to tell Mother and Jungkook”
The male sighed, “Now it’s worse…”
You smiled sadly, “Come with me? You jump, I jump, right?”
Taehyung smiled back at you, he couldn’t say no to his girl, “Right”
The two of you then run through the door, going inside the ship. When you two cross the foyer, entering the corridor. Lovejoy is already there waiting for you in the hall as you two approach the room.
Lovejoy looked up from his pocket watch, nodding a greeting to you and ignoring Taehyung, “We have been waiting for you, miss”
He let the two of you walk ahead of him, and from just behind Taehyung he walked. He smoothly slips the diamond necklace into the pocket of Taehyung’s overcoat, expression never changing.
Inside your and Jungkook’s suite, you two saw him and your mother along with the Masters at Arms and two other stewards. Your eyebrows furrowed at their presence but shook it off, wanting to tell them the news about the ship. You cleared your throat, “Something terrible has happened”
Jungkook nodded, a glare playing in his handsome face, “Yes, two things dear to me have disappeared this evening. Now that one is back” He stopped for a moment to look at your directly at your eyes then scowled at Taehyung who’s beside you.
“I have a pretty good idea where to find the other.” Jungkook nodded to the Master at Arms, looking at Taehyung.
“Search him”
The Masters at Arms gone to Taehyung with a hard glare, remembering him from the incident a couple of days ago. “Coat off, mate.”
Lovejoy who was still behind Taehyung pulled on his coat roughly. The red-haired male scoffed at that and shrugged his coat off, reluctantly. The Masters at Arms then begun patting him down. Taehyung glared back at the young aristocrat who sat in the divan.
“This is bullshit”
You watched the scene with shock then turned to Jungkook who watched it with a stone-cold face, “Jungkook, you can’t be serious! We have something bigger happening and this–”
“Is this it?” The man cut you off, showing your diamond necklace to everyone in the room. You gaped at the sight in disbelief. Taehyung looked at it, shocked, then shook his head.
Jungkook smirked and nodded, standing up, “Yes, that’s it,” he said as he went to you.
The bulky male turned to Taehyung, “Now don’t make a fuss” and started to cuff him.
Taehyung struggled and looked at you with wide eyes, “No! (Y/n)! Don’t you believe it! It’s not true!”
You were silent for a moment but then you looked at Jungkook, who looked down at you as if you were a fragile porcelain doll, “He-he couldn’t have” You said uncertainly.
“Of course he could. Easy enough for a professional. He memorized the combination when you opened the safe.” Jungkook explained, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.
“But I was with him the whole time.”
Jungkook gripped your face with a cold and hard glare and said lowly for her to only hear, “Maybe he did it while you were putting your clothes back on.”
Taehyung struggled and looked at you with desperation, “They put it in my pocket, (Y/n)!”
Lovejoy scoffed and looked at the tag of the coat, “It’s not even your coat. Property of A.L Reyson” He read and gave the coat to the Masters at Arms. There is a label inside the collar with the owner’s name.
“This was reported stolen today”
Taehyung looked at him then at you with anguish, “I was going to return it! (Y/n)–!”
You looked away from Taehyung, feeling betrayed, hurt, and confused. You moved away from him and closer to Jungkook. Taehyung shook his head, frowning at your action. He started shouting for you as Lovejoy and the Master at Arms drag him out into the hall. You can’t look him in the eye.
“(Y/n)! Don’t listen to them! I didn’t do it! You know I didn’t do it! You know it!”
You were devastated, hearing his voice made you want to believe Taehyung but the evidence being displayed right in front of you was too much. Your mother walked towards you, laying a hand on your shoulder. You cried, hiding your face in your hands. Jungkook placed a warm hand on the small of your back, making you flinch a bit.
“It’s a good thing Jungkook was quick on his feet or you’ll just fall even more for that rat’s tricks, (Y/n)”
For a couple of moments, you have been sat down, tired from all the crying and happening altogether. From the inside, you could still hear all the shouting and fumbling outside. (M/n) looked at you then to Jungkook as she stood up.
“I better go get dressed. Jungkook look after her for me.” With that, your mother went out of the room. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened, you winced. He suddenly stood up, facing you as you looked up at him in confusion. A sudden force made you look to the side, the sharp sting on your cheek burned. Jungkook has slapped you. You cradled your cheek and looked at him, he was fuming. Eyes colder than anything you saw.
“If you haven’t been such a little slut, this wouldn’t have happened! If you just honored me–!” He cut himself off then gripped your shoulders tightly.
“This is all your fault, (Y/n).”
Before Jungkook could continue, there was a loud knock on the door and an urgent voice. The door opened and their steward puts his head in, looking at Jungkook.
“Sir, I’ve been told to ask you to please put on your lifebelt, and come up to the boat deck.”
Jungkook glowered at him, “Get out. We’re busy.”
The steward persisted though, coming in to get the lifebelts down from the top of a dresser.
“I’m sorry about the inconvenience, Mr. Jeon, but it’s Captain’s orders. Please dress warmly, it’s quite cold tonight.”
He then turned to you and gave you the lifebelt, “Not to worry miss, I’m sure it’s just a precaution.” The steward said
Jungkook snatched the other lifebelt from him and scoffed, “This is ridiculous.”
After it, Jungkook’s entourage comes up to the A-deck foyer. He was carrying the lifebelts, almost as an afterthought. You were dazed like a sleepwalker, following Jungkook.
“It’s just the God damned English doing everything by the book.” The young Jeon hissed out, looking around. (M/n) looked at him and scolded, “No need for such language, Mr.Jeon.” then turned to Trudy, “Go back and turn the heater on in my room, so it won’t be too cold when we get back.”
The maid nodded and went back to the room. Andrews entered, looking around the magnificent room, which he knows was doomed. You, standing nearby, saw his heartbroken expression. You walked over to him and Jungkook goes after you, an untrusting look on his face.
“I saw the iceberg, Mr. Andrews. And I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth.” You said to the older man. Andrews looked at you with such sad eyes.
“The ship will sink.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, the truth still hard to swallow even if you knew it.
“You’re certain?”
“Yes. In an hour or so… all this… will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.”
“My God.” Now it is Jungkook’s turn to look stunned. The Titanic? Sinking?
“Please tell only who you must, I don’t want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a boat quickly. Don’t wait. You remember what I told you about the boats?” Andrews said, a small sad smile on his face
Yes, I understand. Thank you.”
Andrews goes off, moving among the passengers and urging them to put on their lifebelts and get to the boats. Jungkook grabbed your arm, pulling you to him. Now that he knows that the ship will sink, he became anxious.
“Let’s go, (Y/n)”
On the side of the deck outside, the violinist raised his violin to play, looking at his fellow musicians.
“Number 26. Ready and–” The band has reassembled just outside the First Class Entrance, port side, near where the steward was calling for the boats to be loaded. They strike up a waltz, lively and elegant. The music wafts all over the ship.
Jungkook, you and your mother came out of the doors near the band and saw the stewards lowering the boats.
“Right! Start the loading. Women and children!” The appalling din of escaping steam abruptly cuts off, leaving a sudden unearthly silence in which his voice echoes.
“Ladies, please. Step into the boat.” He ushered.
Finally, one woman steps across the gap, into the boat, terrified of the drop to the water far below. One woman from the crowd scoffed at the action and spoke to the person beside her
“You watch. They’ll put us off in these silly little boats to freeze, and we’ll all be back on board by breakfast.”
“My brooch, I left my brooch. I must have it!” Your mother remembered, about to go inside.
She turns back to go to her room but Jungkook takes her by the arm, refusing to let her go. The firmness of his hold surprised her.
“Stay here, (M/n)” Jungkook said
Your mother saw his expression and knows fear for the first time.
Lovejoy and the Master at Arms were handcuffing Taehyung to a 4-inch water pipe as a crewman rushed in anxiously and almost blurts to the Master at Arms–
“You’re wanted by the Purser, sir. Urgently.”
“Go on. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Lovejoy said and pulls a pearl-handled Colt .45 automatic from under his coat. The Master at Arms nods and tossed the handcuff key to Lovejoy, then exits with the crewman. Lovejoy flips the key in the air, catching it.
Taehyng sat, chained to the water pipe, next to the porthole. Lovejoy sits on the edge of a desk. He puts a .45 bullet on the desk and watches it roll across and fall off. He picks up the bullet.
“You know… I believe this ship may sink.” He said, walking closer to Taehyung.
“I’ve been asked to give you this small token of our appreciation…” Then suddenly landed a hard punch on his stomach, knocking the wind out of Taehyung.
“Compliments from Mr. Jeon Jungkook.“ Lovejoy flips the handcuff key in the air, catching it and put it in his pocket. He exits the room leaving Taehyung gasping, handcuffed to the pipe.
The Lightoller was filling up the boat closest to Jungkook and you as you two watched the commotion.
“Women and children only! Sorry sir, no men yet.” This scared the people on the ship, muttering among themselves.
You watched the farewells taking place right in front of you as they step closer to the boat. Husbands saying goodbye to wives and children. Lovers and friends parted. Nearby Molly was getting a reluctant woman to board the boat.
“Come on, you heard the man. Get in the boat, sister.”
“Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they’re not too crowded-“ (M/n) started
“Oh Mother, shut up!” (M/n) freezes at your words, looking at you with surprise.
“Don’t you understand? The water is freezing and there aren’t enough boats… not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die.” You continued, glaring at her.
Jungkook rolled his eyes at your outburst, “Not the better half anyway.”
His words struck you like lightning. Taehyung was in the third class, Jimin and Yoongi too. They don’t stand a chance. You glared at Jungkook and spat out, “You unimaginable bastard.“
“Come on, (M/n), get in the boat. These are the first-class seats right up here.” Molly said, practically hands her over to Lightoller, then looks around for some other women who might need a push. She then turned to you, “Come on, (Y/n). You’re next, darlin’.”
You looked at Molly then to your mother but all that occupied your mind was Taehyung. You shook your head making your mother stand up in disbelief and anxiousness.
“(Y/n), get in the boat this instant!” (M/n) shouted, her eyes screaming of fear in what you will do next. She can’t lose you too.
“Goodbye, mother.” You said running back. Jungkook grabbed your arm but you pulled free and walks away through the crowd. Jungkook though catches up to you and grabbing you again, roughly.
“Where are you going? To him? Is that it? To be a whore to that gutter rat?” Jungkook mocked, a scowl appearing on his face.
You stood your ground, glaring back at him, “I’d rather be his whore than your wife.”
He clenched his jaw and squeezed your arm viciously, pulling you back toward the lifeboat. But you pulled out a hairpin and jabs his hand with it. he lets go with a curse and you run into the crowd.
“Lower away!” The Lightoller said
“(Y/n)! (Y/N)!” (M/n) shouted, seeing you run back inside the ship.
“Stuff a sock in it, would ya, (M/n). She’ll be along.” Molly reassured, pulling her back to sit down.
You run through the clusters of people, wanting to lose Jungkook. You looked back and a furious Jungkook coming after you, your eyes widened. You ran breathlessly up to two proper looking men.
“That man tried to take advantage of me in the crowd!” You said, pointing to Jungkook.
Appalled, they turn to see Jungkook running toward them. You ran again as the two men grab Jungkook, restraining him. You run through the First Class entrance.
When Jungkook broke free, he runs after you again. He reached the entrance but runs into a knot of people coming out. He pushes rudely through them.
Jungkook got in, and down to the landing, pushing past the gentlemen and ladies who are filling up the stairs. He scans the A-deck foyer but you were already gone.
Taehyung pulled on the pipe with all his strength but it was not budging. He hears a gurgling sound, he looked down and saw water pouring under the door, spreading rapidly across the floor.
“Shit”
He tried to pull one hand out of the cuffs, working until the skin was raw… but to no good.
“Help!! Somebody!! Can anybody hear me?!” He shouted, looking at the closed door with a scowl.
“This is going to be bad.” He muttered to himself.
The corridor outside was already deserted. Flooded a couple of inches deep. Taehyung’s voice comes faintly through the door, but there was no one to hear it.
In the first-class corridor, Andrews was opening stateroom doors, checking if the people are out.
“Anyone in here?” He called out then you appeared, disheveled.
“Thank God, Mr. Andrews! Where would the Master at Arms take someone under arrest?!”
The older male looked at you like you were crazy and by the looks of it, it was no where far from it.
“What? You have to get to a boat right away!”
“No! I’ll do this with or without your help, sir. But without will take longer.” You said, looking at him hopefully. The older man sighed, beat.
“Take the elevator to the very bottom, go left, down the crewman’s passage, then make a right.”
“Bottom, left, right. I have it.” You said, running off
“Hurry, (Y/n)!”
You run up as the last Elevator Operator who was closing up his lift to leave. The man saw you rush towards him and said, “Sorry, miss, lifts are closed–”
Without thinking, you grabbed his collar and shoved him inside. “I’m through with being polite, goddamnit!! Now take me down!!”
The operator nodded, scared, and quickly closed the gates and started the lift.
Through the wrought-iron door of the elevator car, you can see the decks going past. The lift slows. Suddenly ice-cold water is swirling around your legs. You screamed in surprise and so does the operator.
The car has landed in a foot of freezing water, shocking the hell out of you. You clawed the door open and splashes out, hiking up your floor-length skirt so you can move. The lift goes back up, behind you, as you look around.
“Left, crew passage” You muttered to yourself. Spotting it and you slogged down the flooded corridor. The place is understandably deserted. You were on your own.
“Right, right… right.”
You turned into a cross-corridor, splashing down the hall. A row of doors on each side.
“Taehyung?! Where are you! Taehyung!”
Taehyung who was hopelessly pulling on the pipe again, straining until he turns red. He collapses back on the bench. realizing he was screwed but then he hears you through the door.
“(Y/n)?… (Y/N)!! I’m here!”
You heard his voice behind you. As you spin and run back, locating the right door, then pushing it open, creating a small wave. You splashed over Taehyung and wrapping your arms around him.
“Taehyung! Taehyung, I’m so sorry!”
Taehyung nuzzled his face on top of your crown, sighing in relief. He then moved a bit away from you and looked at you, “That Lovejoy guy put it in my pocket”
“I know.. I know, Tae”
He smiled at you but then the gurgle of water snapped him out of it. Looking at the rising water then back at you, “See if you can find a key for these. Try those drawers. It’s a little brass one.”
You kissed his face and hugged him again, then started to go through the desk. Looking around the desks and drawers.
“So… how did you find out I didn’t do it?”
“I didn’t. I just realized that I already knew it.”
You two shared a look, then you went back to ransacking the room, searching drawers and cupboards. Taehyung sees movement out the porthole and looks out, a lifeboat hits the surface of the water, seen from below.
You stopped trashing the room, and stood there, breathing hard. Looking at Taehyung and said, “There’s no key”
They look around at the water, now almost two feet deep. Taehyung has pulled his feet up onto the bench then looked back at you, “Go find help”
You nodded, “I’ll be right back!”
“I’ll wait here…” Taehyung said, looking at the swirling water then at the cuffs. You run out, looking back at him once from the doorway, then splashes away, water hindering your movements.
You splash down the hall to a stairwell going up to the next deck. Climbing the stairs, your long skirt leaving a trail like a giant snail. The weight of it was really slowing you down. You ripped at the buttons and shimmied quickly out of the thing. You bound up the stairs in your stockings and knee-length slip, to find yourself in a long corridor, part of the labyrinth of steerage hallways forward. You were alone here. A long groan of stressing metal echoes along the hall as the ship continues to settle. You run down the hall, unimpeded now.
“Hello?! Somebody!”
You turned into the corner and runs along another corridor in a daze. The hall slopes down into water which, shimmering, reflecting the light. The margin of the water creeps toward you. A young man appeared, running through the water, sending up geysers of spray. He pelts past you without slowing, his eyes crazed…
“Please help me! We need help!”
He doesn’t look back. It is like a bad dream. The lights flickered and gone out, leaving utter darkness. A beat. Then they come back on. You find yourself hyperventilating. That one moment of blackness was the most terrifying of your life.
A steward then runs around the nearest corner, his arms full of lifebelts. He was upset to see someone still in his section. He grabs you forcefully by the arm, pulling you with him like a wayward child.
“Come on, then, let’s get you topside, miss.”
“Wait! I need your help! There’s–!”
“No need for panic, miss. Come along!”
“No! We’re going the wrong way!”
He wasn’t listening to you and he didn’t let his grip falter with every step. You grind your teeth in anger. You shouted in his ear making him look at you and when he turned around you socked him straight in his nose. Shocked, he lets you go and staggered back, cradling his bleeding nose.
He glared at you, “Oh to hell with you!”
“See you there, buster!”
You spat after him as he runs away, holding his nose. You spat at him, just like how Taehyung taught you.
You turned around, saw a glass case with a fire-ax in it. You broke the glass with a battered suitcase which is lying discarded nearby and seizes the ax, running back the way Taehyung is. At the stairwell, you looked down and gasped. The water rose and flooded the bottom five steps already. You went down and had to crouch to look to the corridor to the room where Taehyung was trapped.
You plunged into the water without hesitation, the water up to your waist… and powered forward, holding the ax above your head in two hands. You winced at the pain from the literally freezing water.
Taehyung has climbed up on the bench and was hugging the waterpipe. You waddled in, holding the ax above your head. Taehyung would’ve laughed at the sight of you but now was not the time.
“Will this work?”
“One way to find out”
You two were both terrified but trying to keep panic at bay, he positioned the chain connecting the two cuffs, stretching it taut across the steel pipe. The chain is of course very short, and his exposed wrists are on either side of it.
“Try a couple practice swings.”
You heft the ax and thunks it into a wooden cabinet. Heaving as you pulled it off.
“Okay, now try hitting the same spot again,” Taehyung instructed. You nodded and swings hard. The blade thunked in four inches from the mark. Taehyung nodded and gestured you to the cuff.
“Okay, that’s enough practice”
He winced, bracing himself as you raised the ax. You had to hit a target about an inch wide with all the force you can muster, with his hands on either side. You gulped, looking at Taehyung with worry.
“You can do it, (Y/n). Hit it as hard as you can, I trust you.” Taehyung said, trying to sound calm. He closed his eyes and so does you as you swing down.
THUNK!
You opened your eyes, gingerly and saw Taehyung smiling at you with two broken cuffs. You dropped the ax, your strength leaving you because of the terrifying moment.
“Nice work, there, Paul Bunyan. But next time let’s not close our eyes before hitting, yeah?” Taehyung teased with a smile. He climbed down into the water next to you. He can’t breathe for a second.
“Shit! Excuse my French, love. But that’s cold!” Taehyung winced at the cold water. You sighed in relief then he grabbed your hand in his, “Let’s go”
You two wade out into the hall. You started toward the stairs going up, but Taehyung stopped you. There was only about a foot of the stairwell opening visible.
“Too deep. We gotta find another way out.”
The widest passageway in the ship, it is used by crew and steerage alike and runs almost the length of the ship. Right now steerage passengers move along it like refugees, heading aft.
The wooden doorframe splinters and the door bursts open under the force of Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung and you stumbled through, into the corridor. A steward, who was nearby herding people along, marches over.
“Hey, you! You know you have to pay for that! That’s–”
“Shut up!” You two yelled at him, running off.
Taehyung leads you past the dumbfounded steward. You two joined the steerage stragglers going aft. In places, the corridor was almost completely blocked by large families carrying all their luggage. A woman gave you a blanket, more for modesty than because you were blue-lipped and shivering.
“Here, lass, cover yourself.”
Taehyung rubs your arms and trying to warm you up as you two walk along. The woman’s husband offers you a flask of whiskey.
“This will take the chill off.” He said as you took the flask and gulped down quickly. You then offered some to Taehyung who grinned down at you and follows suit. Taehyung tried numbers of doors and iron gates along the way, finding them all locked, he cursed under his breath.
With Jungkook, he scanned the crowds for any sign of you. He grinds his teeth at that then looked at Lovejoy who rushed towards him through the aisle connecting the port and starboard sides of the boat deck.
“She’s not on the starboard side either,” Lovejoy informed.
“We’re running out of time. And this strutting martinet… And they’re not letting men in” Jungkook muttered, watching the Lightoller.
“The other side is letting men in, sir”
“Then that’s our play. But we’re still going to need some insurance. Come on” Jungkook said, going to the other side with Lovejoy following him.
Below the deck, Jimin was with Helga and her family, waiting for the stewards to open the damn gate. Yoongi was also waiting on the stairs. After a while, Jimin heard Taehyung’s voice calling out.
“Jimin! Jiminie!”
Jimin stood up and saw Taehyung with you running towards him. He met Taehyung halfway and embraced him like his brother.
“Where were you? I was worried sick!”
“Jimin we have to get out or we’ll be gurgling salt-water in a couple of minutes. Where’s Yoongi?”
Jimin pointed to the stairs and Taehyung saw him, pushing the iron-gates with a glare. The stewards went up to him and shouted, “Women and children only! No men!”
The terrified men who did not understand what they were saying pushed the gates. The stewards closed it, with a huff.
“Lock it!” One ordered as they locked the iron-gate. Yoongi growled at them, “What the fuck are you doing, ya bastard! There are children down here! Let us up, so we can have a chance!”
But the crewmen are scared now. They have let the situation get out of hand, and now they have a mob. Yoongi gave up and pushes his way back through the crowd, going down the stairs. He rejoins Taehyung, you and Jimin.
“It’s hopeless that way.” Yoongi huffed, glaring at the direction he was at earlier.
“Well, whatever we’re goin’ to do, we better do it fast,” Taehyung said. Jimin turned to Helga and gestured to him and his group, hoping the young woman understands him
“Helga, come with me. I am lucky, I can get you out of here along with your family” He said but Helga shook her head, kissing him one last time she then moved back to her family. Jimin looked at her sorrowfully, “I’ll never forget you.”
He turns to Taehyung, who leads the way out of the crowd. Looking back, Jimin sees her face disappear into the crowd. He looked face forward again, focusing on getting out.
In the suite of Jungkook and you, Jungkook opens his safe and reaches inside. As Lovejoy watches, he pulls out two stacks of bills, still banded by bank wrappers. Then he takes out “Heart of the Ocean”, putting it in the pocket of his overcoat, and locks the safe.
“I make my own luck.” He muttered. Jungkook turned to Lovejoy who nodded at him and put his .45 revolver in his waistband, “So do I”.
Jungkook smirked at his loyal servant and nodded, putting his money in his pocket.
Taehyung, you, Jimin, and Yoongi were lost, searching for a way out. You four pushed past confused passengers… past a mother changing her baby’s diaper on top of an upturned steamer trunk… past a woman arguing heatedly with a man in Serbo-Croatian, a wailing child next to them… past a man kneeling to console a woman who is just sitting on the floor, sobbing… and past another man with an English/Arabic dictionary, trying to figure out what the signs mean, while his wife and children wait patiently.
You all came upon a narrow stairwell and gone up two decks before you were stopped by a small group pressed up against a steel gate. The steerage men are yelling at a scared steward.
“Go to the main stairwell, with everyone else. It’ll all get sorted out there.”
Taehyung watched the same scene and loses it, “ God damn it to Hell son of a bitch!!”
He grabs one end of a bench bolted to the floor on the landing. He started pulling on it, and Yoongi and Jimin pitched in until the bolts shear and it breaks free. You figured out what they are doing and cleared a path up the stairs between the waiting people.
“Move aside! Quickly!”
Taehyung and Yoongi run up the steps with the bench and rammed it into the gate with all their strength, it rips loose from its track and falls outward, narrowly missing the steward. Led by Taehyung, the crowd surges though. You stepped up to the cowering steward and says in your most imperious tone:
“If you have any intention of keeping your pathetic job with the White Star Line, I suggest you escort these good people to the boat deck… now.”
The scared steward nodded dumbly and motioned them to follow. You all burst out onto the boat deck from the crew stairs just aft of the third funnel. You looked at the empty davits.
“The boats are gone!”
You then see Colonel Namjoon escorting two scared women out of the room. You quickly run up to him, “Colonel! Are there any boats left?”
Namjoon looked at your bedraggled state with wide eyes and nodded, “Yes, miss… there are still a couple of boats all the way forward. This way, I’ll lead you!”
Taehyung grabbed your hand as you all run out. Outside the band was still playing music on the side of the deck. They run by them with Yoongi looking at them weirdly, “Music to drown by. Now, I know I’m in the first-class.” He said sarcastically
The crowd is sparse, with most people still aft. Jungkook slips his hand out of the pocket of his overcoat and into the waist pocket of Murdoch’s greatcoat, leaving the stacks of bills there.
“Now, we have an understanding then?”
Murdoch nodded curtly, “As you’ve said”
Lovejoy then moved up to Jungkook and whispered to his ear, “I have found her. She’s just over the portside She is with him”
Jungkook’s eyes widened and looked at Lovejoy then to Murdoch. The latter was looking around fakely, “Any more women and children? None?” He said and looked at Jungkook as if hinting that he can go to the boat now.
Jungkook looked at his boat longly. This was it. He can be saved. This was his moment of truth.
“Goddammit to hell! Come on!” He growled and walked away from the boats and to where you were. He and Lovejoy head for the port side, taking a short-cut through the bridge.
On the port side, Lightoller is getting people into the boat. He keeps his pistol in his hand. Twenty feet below them the sea is pouring into the doors and windows of B deck staterooms. They can hear the roar of water cascading into the ship.
“Women and children! Only women and children! Step back, sir!” The Lightollet said, pushing the men away from the boat. Even with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, you were still shivering in the cold. Taehyung looked around the place, frowning at the porters. His eyes then met Yoongi’s and Jimin’s.
“You better check out the other side”
Jimin frowned a bit but the two nodded. “Once this is over, let’s not ride any more ships, Taehyungie.”
Taehyung smiled a bit at Jimin as the two-run to the other side, leaving you and Taehyung alone with the other people.
You looked up from his arms and said with a frown, “I’m not going without you.”
Taehyung shook his head, “Get in the boat, (Y/n)”
“Yes, get in the boat, (Y/n).” The familiar voice of your fiance called out from behind you. You gasped and whipped around and saw Jungkook glaring at Taehyung with Lovejoy not far behind him. Jungkook’s eyes went to you and it widened at your appearance. You were there standing, shivering in your wet slip and stockings, a shocking display in 1912.
“My God, what happened to you. Here..”
Jungkook pulled you to him, removing his coat and draped it around you. Taehyung frowning at this but did not say anything.
You let him put his coat on you, the cold air was not something you welcomed right now.
“Hurry, ladies! Step into the boat! Hurry!” The Lightoller shouted again.
“Go on. I’ll get the next one.” Taehyung said. You shook your head, looking at him
“No! Not without you!”
You didn’t even care that Jungkook was there. He watched you two with clenched jaw, fury, and jealousy swirling inside him. Jungkook leaned down to you and whispered lowly so you three were the only one can hear it.
“There are boats on the other side that are allowing men in. Taehyung and I can get off safely. Both of us.”
Taehyung smiled reassuringly at you and nodded towards Jungkook, “See, I’ll be alright. Now get in the boat, we have our own boat to get to”
“Get in. Hurry, it’s almost full” Jungkook ushered you, looking at the boat.
The Lightollet grabbed your arm and pulled you in the boat. You reached out to Taehyung, your fingers brushing against his for a second then you found yourself stepping inside the boat. Everything was blurry and time felt too fast.
“Lower away!”
The two men watched you as the boat descended. You looked up at them with tears streaks in your cheeks.
“You’re a good liar” Jungkook whispered lowly at Taehyung
“Not as good as you” Taehyung replied, still looking at you.
Jungkook looked at Taehyung from the corner of his eyes then back at you, “I always win, Taehyung. One way or another.” Then he fully turned to him with a smile.
“Pity I didn’t keep that drawing. It’s going to be worth a lot more by morning.” Jungkook added, sneering at him and went away.
Taehyung didn’t reply, still looking at you. He didn’t want to waste any second looking away from you. This was his last sight of you, he wouldn’t waste it. The ropes going through the pulleys as the seamen started to lower. All sound going away. Lightoller giving orders, his lips moving, but you only heard the blood pounding in your ears… this cannot be happening… a rocket burst above in slow-motion, outlining Taehyung in a halo of light making him look painfully ethereal… Your hair was blowing with the wind as you gaze up at him, descending away from him… you saw his hand trembling, the tears at the corners of his eyes as he gazed at you with such sadness, and you just couldn’t.
Your tears rolled down your cheeks, you continued to look at him. Then you suddenly lunges for the railing close to you, getting out of the boat. The people screamed at you, scared and surprised at your actions. You scrambled to go over the railing as the boat you were just in descended without you. You were back in the Titanic.
“No, (Y/N)! No!!” Taehyung shouted and quickly run towards the A-deck you landed. Jungkook also saw you jump and he was absolutely furious and in disbelief. You were so willing to die for this man, that gutter scum. He was overwhelmed with rage, all thought going away except for that one fact.
Taehyung runs quickly as possible to the A-deck, banging through the doors and sprints to the stairs. He saw you, also running towards him.
You two met at the bottom of the stairs as you collided into a tight embrace. Taehyung pulled away, grabbing your face with his hands, looking at you with tears in his eyes. He kissed you repeatedly, scolding you at the same time.
“Why did you do that, (Y/n)? You’re so stupid! You’re so stupid…” Taehyung kissed you, you felt the desperation and tears in his kiss. You looked at him, breaking the kiss. You smiled through your tears.
“You jump, I jump, right?”
Taehyung leaned his forehead on yours, the adrenaline still kicking in his body, “Right.”
Jungkook came in and runs to the railing. Looking down, he sees you two locked in an embrace. Lovejoy comes up behind Jungkook and puts a restraining hand on him, but he whips around, grabbing the pistol from Lovejoy’s waistband in one swift move.
He ran along the rail and down the stairs. As he reaches the landing above them he raised the gun. Screaming in rage, he fired the gun.
The carved cherub at the foot of the center railing exploded. Taehyung pulled you towards the stairs going down to the next deck. He fires again, running down the steps toward them. A bullet blows a divet out of the oak paneling just behind Taehyung’s head as he pulls you down the next flight of stairs.
Jungkook steps on the skittering head of the cherub statue and tripped, going down the floor with the gun clatters across the marble floor. He gets up, and reeling drunkenly goes over to retrieve it.
The bottom of the grand staircase is flooded several feet deep. you and Taehyung came down the stairs two at a time and run straight into the water, fording across the room to where the floor slopes up until you two reach dry footing at the entrance to the dining saloon.
Jungkook reels down the stairs in time to see Taehyung and his fiance splashing through the water toward the dining saloon. He fires twice. Big gouts of spray near them, but he’s not a great shot.
The water boils up around his feet and he retreats up the stairs a couple of steps. Around him the woodward groans and creaks. He whipped his head to where you two were running off, “Fine! Enjoy your time together while you can!”
Lovejoy arrives and stopped beside Jungkook. The latter then remembered something and laughed angrily. Lovejoy watched him with surprise, “What’s so funny?”
Jungkook sneered and looked at him, “I put the diamond in my coat. And I put the coat on her!”
Then he got an idea, he looked at Lovejoy with a sick look on his face, he grinned, “If you can get it, I’ll give it to you”
Jungkook handed the pistol back to Lovejoy and went back upstairs. Lovejoy thought about it for a moment then dove into the water. Water up to his waist.
Lovejoy moves among the tables and ornate columns, searching… listening… his eyes tracking rapidly. It was a sea of tables, and they could be anywhere. A silver serving trolley rolls downhill, bumping into tables and pillars.
He glances behind him. The water is following him into the room, advancing in a hundred-foot wide tide. The reception room is now a roiling lake, and the grand staircase is submerged past the first landing. Monstrous groans echo through the ship.
The two of you crouched behind a table, somewhere in the middle. You see the water advancing toward you two, swirling over the floor. The two of you crawled ahead of it to the next row of tables.
Taehyung looked at you and whispered, “Stay here” He moves off as Lovejoy moves over one row and looks along with the tables. Nothing.
A cart rolls toward you and it hits a table and the stacks of dishes toppled out, exploding across the floor and showering you. You scrambled out of the way and Lovejoy spins, seeing you. He moves rapidly toward you, keeping the gun aimed– but Taehyung tackled him from the side, they slammed into each other then towards the table. Crashing over it and toppling to the floor, landing in the water.
Taehyung and Lovejoy grappled in the icy water with Taehyung ramming his knee down on Lovejoy’s hand, breaking his grip on the pistol, and kicks it away. Lovejoy scrambles up and lunges at him, but Taehyung punched him in the gut, right in the solar plexus, causing the taller man to double over.
“Compliments from the Daegu Kims.” He said, panting then slammed Lovejoy to the ornate column, making him slump into it, stunned.
“Let’s go!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and you two run off. You two run through the galley and you spot the stairs. You started to go up but Taehyung grabbed your hand and leads you down.
You two crouch together on the landing as Lovejoy runs to the stairs. Assuming you have gone up (who wouldn’t?), he climbs up two at a time.
You two waited for the footstep to disappear. A long creaking groan. Then you hear it, a crying child. Below you, then you two gone down a few steps to look along the next deck.
The corridor is was awash, about a foot deep. Standing against the wall, about 50 feet away from you was a little boy, about 3. The water swirls around his legs and he was wailing.
“We can’t just leave him,” You said and Taehyung nodded. He scooped up the kid and they run back to the stairs but there was a torrent of water coming out, pouring down the stairs rapidly. It was too powerful for them to go against.
“Come on” Taehyung gestured to you.
Charging to the other way down the flooding corridor, they blast up the spray with each footstep. At the end of the hall are heavy double doors. As Taehyung approached them he sees water spraying through the gap between the doors right up to the ceiling. The doors groan and start to crack under the tons of pressure.
“Back! Go back!” He said, alarmed. You pivot and go to where you came from, taking a turn to the cross-corridor. You saw a man coming the other way. He sees the boy in Taehyung’s arms and cries out, grabbing him away from Taehyung. He started cursing him in Russian. He then runs to the side with the boy–
“Wait! No, not that way! Come back!” You shouted after them. The double doors blasted open, a wall of water thunders into the corridor. The father and child disappear instantly.
You two run as a wave blasts around the corner, foaming from floor to ceiling, racing towards you. It gains on you two like a locomotive. The two of you made it to a stairway going up. You two go up the stairs, the white water catching up to them. On top of the stairs was the iron-gate, Taehyung slammed against it. It was locked.
A terrified steward standing guard on the landing above turns to run at the sight of the water thundering up the stairs.
“Wait! Please help us! Unlock the gate!” Taehyung called out but the stewards ignored him, running up the stairs.
The water wells up around you and Taehyung, pouring through the gate and slamming you two against it. In seconds it is up to your waist.
“Please! Help us!” You called out, stopping the steward on his tracks and looked back at you two, the water pouring in rapidly.
“Fuckin’ hell” He muttered and raced back down. He pulls a key ring from his belt and struggled to unlock the padlock as the water fountains up around them. The lights shorted out and the place was plunged into darkness. The water rose over the lock and the steward was doing it by felling through it.
“Come on! Come on!” Taehyung shouted, looking behind them. Suddenly the gate swings open and they were being pushed through by the force of the water. You made it to stairs on the other side of the landing and followed the steward up to the next deck. You two run-up to the seemingly neverending stairs.
Murdoch, at the other side of the ship, was no longer in control. The crowd was threatening to rush the boat. They push and jostle, yelling and shouting at the officers. The pressure from behind pushes them forward, and one guy falls off the edge of the deck into the water less than ten feet below.
“Give us a chance to live, you fucking bastards!” Yoongi shouted but Murdoch fired his Webley twice in the air, then points it at the crowd.
“Stand back! I’ll shoot any man who tries to get past me!” He shouted back, looking at the crowd. Jungkook sneered at the man and stepped towards him, “We had a damn deal!”
Murdoch pushes him and points his gun to Jungkook and shoved his other hand in his pocket, throwing Jungkook’s money towards him, “Keep your damn money! Get back!”
The man behind Yoongi pushed him, shoving him forward. Muldoch saw the movement and shoot blindly, hitting Yoongi right in his chest. He collapsed, Jimin grabbing him before he can hit the ground. Jimin looked at Muldoch with disbelief and a hard glare, tears threatening to spill.
“You fucking bastard! How could you!” Jimin yelled as he hugged Yoongi close to his chest. The younger man looked at him, his tears hitting Yoongi’s cheek. Jimin watched as Yoongi’s life slowly fade away from his eyes.
“Yoongi… Yoongi-hyung…” Jimin called out, his sobs escaping him. Yoongi used his last strength and laugh lowly, “You finally called me hyung, you little brat…”
Jimin watched as his friend slowly dies in his arms, the latter’s blood staining his skin. Jimin tried to deny reality and shook Yoongi softly, “Hyung?… Please no… You have to wake up, you shouldn’t sleep here. We have to go… I’m going to be a millionaire and I’ll get you the fanciest bedroom… s-so please wake up.”
But Yoongi didn’t answer him.
Jungkook and Muldoch watched the scene in horror as the latter turned to his men and saluted smartly. With a swift press, he shot himself in the head. He drops like a puppet that it’s strings got cut and topples over the edge of the boat deck into the water only a few feet below. Jungkook stared at nothing in horror because the man was just a couple of feet across him, his blood splattered across the air, the smell filling him.
Jungkook’s eyes looked down at the water, fear, and dread filling him as he watched Muldoch’s body bobbing in the dark water. The crew then rushes the last few women to the boat, trying to push past the reality to the back of their brains.
“Any more women or children?”
Jungkook snapped out of it and looked around. He then saw a lost young girl who was crying in the middle of the chaos. He ground his teeth and scooped her up in his arms.
“Here’s a child! I’ve got a child! Please I’m all she has in this world” Jungkook said to the steward and he nodded, pushing them boat onto the boat. He sat down with the child in his arms. Jungkook looked at Jimin and Yoongi still on the floor, ‘too bad, you have such terrible luck’
Thomas Andrews stood in front of the fireplace, staring at the large painting above the mantle. The fire was still lit in the fireplace.
The room was empty except for Andrews. Behind him, You and Taehyung run into the room, out of breath and soaked. They run through, toward the aft revolving door… then you recognized him. You saw that his lifebelt was off, lying on a table.
“Mr. Andrews? Won’t you even make a try for it?” You asked softly. A lone tear slips to his cheek. The older man smiled bitterly, “I’m sorry I didn’t build a stronger ship for you, young (Y/n)”
“It’s going fast. We have to go” Taehyung whispered to you and you nodded. Andrews then gave you his lifebelt and smiled.
“Good luck to you, (Y/n)” You hugged him and said, “And to you too, Mr. Andrews”
Taehyung pulled you away and you two went out of the room through the revolving door. You two run out and into a dense crowd. Taehyung pushed his way to the rail and looked at the state of the ship. The bridge was underwater and there is chaos on deck. The red-haired male helped you put your lifebelt on. People stream around you, shouting and pushing.
“Okay… we keep moving. We have to stay on the ship as long as possible.” Taehyung said and dragged you with him after securing you into the lifebelt. You two moved past through the panicking crowd.
On the port side, collapsible B was picked up by water. Working frantically, the men tried to detach it from the falls so the ship won’t drag it under. Colonel Namjoon hands the Lightoller a pocket knife and he saws furiously at the ropes as the water swirls around his legs. The boat, still upside down, was being swept off the ship. Men start diving in, swimming to stay with it.
Jungkook sat next to the wailing child, whom he has completely forgotten. He watched the water rising around the men as they work, scrambling to get the ropes cut so the ship won’t drag the collapsible under.
Jimin looked at the rising water and tried to carry Yoongi with him, moving away from the water. He slumps and saw a stray lifebelt and quickly put it on as the water raised around him.
The part of the ship then plunges to the water, partially swamping the boat, washing it along the deck. Over a hundred passengers were plunged into the freezing water and the area around the boat becomes a frenzy of splashing, screaming people.
As men were trying to climb into the collapsible, Jungkook grabbed an oar and pushed them back into the water.
“Stop! Get away! You’ll swamp us!”
Jimin, swimming for his life, gets swirled under a davit. The ropes and pulleys tangle around him as the davit goes under the water, and he was dragged down. He struggles to free himself and then kicks back to the surface. He surfaces, gasping for air in the freezing water. He then looked around, alarmed.
“Yoongi-hyung?! Where are you?!” Trying to swim in the cold water, he looked around the freezing ocean.
Collapsible A is whirled like a leaf in the currents around the sinking ship. It slams against the side of the forward funnel. Jungkook growled at the people.
“Row! Row, you bastards!” He shouted to the crew on the boat. Jimin was drawn up against the grating of a vent as water poured through it. The force of tons of water roaring down the ship trapped him against it, and he was being dragged down under the surface as the ship sinks. He struggles to free himself but cannot. Suddenly there was a concussion deep in the bowels of the ship as a furnace exploded and a blast of hot air belches out of the ventilator, ejecting Jimin. He surfaces in a roar of foam and kept swimming, tired and cold.
You and Taehyung clambered over the A-Deck aft rail then, using all his strength, he lowers you toward the deck below, holding on with one hand. You dangled for a bit, then falls. Taehyung jumps down behind you. They join a crush of people literally clawing and scrambling over each other to get down the narrow stairs to the well deck… the only way aft.
Seeing that the stairs are impossible, Taehyung climbs over the B-Deck railing and helps you over. He lowers you again, and you fall in a heap. Seokjin, now three sheets to the wind, happens to be next to you. He hauls you to your feet. Taehyung drops down and the three of you push through the crowd across the well deck. Near you, at the rail, people were jumping into the cold water.
The ship groans and shudders, scaring the people on board. The man ahead of Taehyung was walking like a zombie.
“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death–” Taehyung heard and tried to walk past him
“You wanna walk a little faster through that valley, fella?” He scoffed and squeezing through the man, dragging you with him
The stay cables along the top of the funnel snapped, and they lash like steel whips down into the water. Jungkook watched as the funnel topples from its mounts in shock. Falling like a temple pillar twenty-eight feet across it whomps into the water with a tremendous splash. People swimming underneath it disappear in an instant.
Jimin, a few feet away, was hurled back by a huge wave. He comes up, gasping… still swimming. The water pouring into the open end of the funnel draws in several swimmers. The funnel sinks, disappearing, but hundreds of tons of water pour down through the 30-foot hole where the funnel stood, thundering down into the belly of the ship. A whirlpool formed, a hole in the ocean, like at enormous toiler-flush. A man, just a couple of feet away from Jimin, swims in a frenzy as the vortex drew him in. He was sucked down like a spider going down a drain.
Jimin, nearby, swims like hell as more people were being sucked down behind him. He manages to get clear. He’s going to live no matter what it takes. He swam up to the boat where Jungkook was, he tried to get himself up. Jungkook was about to push him off but Jimin looked up at him, lips blue and cheeks covered by frost-bites.
“Please help me…” Jimin whimpered out. Jungkook scowled but decided to be the bigger person. Jungkook took Jimin’s cold hands in his and pulled him up to the small boat where not many people were in anyway. The wet male shivered and coughed, some of the other people gave Jimin some dry clothes to wrap himself around
“T-Thank you…” Jimin uttered out, trembling at Jungkook’s feet. The younger male scowled once again and tutted, not saying anything.
You and Taehyung struggled to climb the well deck stairs as the ship tilts. Seokjin, a bit drunk, puts a hand squarely on your butt and shoves you up onto the deck.
“Sorry, (Y/n)!” Seokjin shouted through the screaming people
Hundreds of people were already on the poop deck, and more were pouring up every second. Taehyung and you clung together as you two struggled across the tilting deck. As the bow goes down, the stern rises. In the boats below, which is just off the stern, passengers gape as the giant bronze propellers rise out of the water like gods of the deep.
People were jumping from the well deck, the poop deck, the gangway doors. Some hit debris in the water and were hurt or killed. On the poop deck, you and Taehyung struggled as the angle increases. Hundreds of passengers, clinging to every fixed object on deck, huddle on their knees around. Pulling himself from handhold to handhold, Taehyung tugs you along the deck.
“Come on, (Y/n). We can’t expect God to do all the work for us”
You two struggled on, pushing through the praying people. A man lost his footing ahead and slid toward them. Taehyung helps him up. The propellers were twenty feet above the water and rising faster.
Taehyung and you made it to the stern rail, right at the base of the flagpole. You gripped the rail, jammed in between other people. It was the spot where Taehyng pulled you back onto the ship, just two nights… and a lifetime… ago. The lights flickered, threatening to go out. You gripped Taehyung as the stern rises into a night sky ablaze with stars. Around you, all you saw were faces beginning to accept their doom. On to your left, you saw Helga. She looked at you briefly, her eyes infinitely sad.
Passengers lost their grip on to whatever they were holding on to and slid down the wooden deck like a bobsled run, hundreds of feet before they hit the water. Trudy, your maid, slips as she struggles along the railing and slides away screaming.
The propellers were 100 feet out of the water and were still rising. Panicking people leap from the poop deck rail, screaming and hit the water like mortar rounds. A man falls from the poop deck, hitting the bronze hub of the starboard propeller with a sickening smack.
The swimmers look up and saw the stern towering over them like a monolith, the propellers rising against the stars. 110 feet. 120.
On the boat, your mother watched the scene with horror and dread remembering you. Were you safe? Please let my daughter be safe.
The stern of the ship, almost four hundred feet long, falls back toward the water. On the poop deck, everyone screamed as they felt themselves plummeting. The sound goes up like the roar of fans at a concert
Swimming in the water directly under the stern was a few unfortunates shriek as they see the keel coming down on them like God’s bootheel. The massive stern section falls back almost level, thundering down into the sea and pushing out a mighty wave of displaced water, slamming to the people below.
You and Taehyung struggled to hold onto the stern rail. They feel the ship seemingly right itself. Some of those praying taught it is salvation.
“We’re saved!”
Taehyung shooked his head, grimly. Pulled down by the weight of the flooded bow, the buoyant stern tilts up rapidly. They feel the rush of the ascent as the fantail angles up again. Everyone is clinging to benches, railings, ventilators… anything to keep from sliding as the stern lifts.
People start to fall, sliding and tumbling. They skid down the deck, screaming and flailing to grab onto something. They wrench other people lose and pull them down as well. There is a pile-up of bodies at the forward rail.
“We have to move!” Taehyung shouted. He climbs over the stern rail and reached back for you. You were absolutely terrified to move. He grabs your hand.
“Come on! I’ve got you!” He said, pulling you over the rail. It was the same place he pulled you over the rail two nights earlier, but going the other direction. You got over just as the railing was going horizontal, and the deck vertical. Taehyung grips you fiercely, afraid to let go.
The two of you gripped each other and the rail side by side, looking straight at the black water, waiting for anyone to slip. one the corner of you guys, you saw Seokjin gripping the railing. He nodded a greeting, “One hell of a night, huh”
You nodded back, unsure. You then looked back at Taehyung. “Take a deep breath and hold it right before we go into the water. The ship will suck us down. Kick for the surface and keep kicking. Don’t let go of my hand. We’re gonna make it (Y/n). Trust me.” He said and you nodded, gripping his hand tighter.
“I trust you” then the deck started to descend in a rapid motion. The screaming of people slowly went silent as they were sucked into the ocean. Bodies were whirled and spun, some limp as dolls, others struggling spasmodically, as the vortex sucks them down and tumbles them.
Roiling chaos of screaming, thrashing people were all there was. Over a thousand people were now floating where the ship went down. Some were stunned, gasping for breath. Others were crying, praying, moaning, shouting… screaming.
You two surfaced among them but barely had time to gasp for air before people were clawing at them. People were driven insane by the water, 4 degrees below freezing, a cold so intense that it was indistinguishable from death by fire.
A man pushes you under, trying to climb on top of you, senselessly trying to get out of the water, to climb onto anything. Taehyung punched him repeatedly, pulling you free.
“Come on! Swim, (Y/n)!”
You tried, you really did. but your strokes were hindered by the lifebelt you wore. It was heavy, pulling you a bit. You two broke out of the clot of people with Taehyung pushing you to safety. Taehyung looked around, searching for any type of floatation. He has to get you out of this cold water. Taehyung stroke rhythmically, the effort keeping him from freezing to death.
“Look for something floating… Anything, wood, or some debris. Just anything…” His stuttered because of the cold, shivering.
You whimpered, “It’s so cold, Tae….”
He frowned and answered softly, “I know, I know… Help me, here. Look around”
His words kept you focused as you looked around you. Just a couple of feet away, you see something. You pointed at it, shivering, “W-What’s that?”
Taehyung turned to you and looked at where you were pointing at. You two went to it. It was a piece of wooden debris, intricately carved. He pushes you up and you slithered onto it belly down. But when he tried to get up onto the thing, it tilted and submerges, almost dumping you off as you yelped at the sudden motion. It was clearly only big enough to support you. He clings to it, close to you, keeping his upper body out of the water as best he can.
Your breath floats around you two in a cloud as you two pant from exertion. A man then swims toward you, homing in on the piece of debris. Taehyung glared at him and warned him.
“It’s just enough for this lady… you’ll push it under.”
“Let me at least try… or I’ll die soon”
“You’ll die sooner if you come any closer”
The man stopped at Taehyung’s words and nodded as he swims off, “I see. Good luck to you”
The boats were overloaded and half-flooded. Men cling to the sides in the water. Others, swimming, were drawn to it as their only hope. Jungkook, standing in the boat, slaps his oar in the water as a warning.
“Stay back! Keep off!” He shouted. Jimin shivered in the boat, looking at Jungkook slam his ore in a man’s head, splitting it open. He looked at him, seeing the younger man wasn’t even guilty for it. He thanked God that he arrived earlier on the boat or that would’ve been his fate. Jeon Jungkook was definitely a demon in a tuxedo.
You and Taehyung still floating amid the chorus of the damned. He sees the ship’s officer nearby, he was blowing his whistle furiously, knowing the sound will carry over the water for miles.
“The boats will come back for us, (Y/n). Hold on just a little longer. They had to row away for the suction and now they’ll be coming back.” Taehyung muttered quietly. You nodded, gripping his cold hands in yours. His words helping you, as you shiver uncontrollably, your lips blue and your teeth chattering.
“Thank God for you Tae…”
You and Taehyung drift under the blazing stars, the water was glassy, with only the faintest undulating swell. You can actually see the stars reflecting on the black mirror of the sea.
Taehyung squeezed the water out of your long coat, tucking it in tightly around your legs. He rubs your arms. His face was turning white because of the frostbite but he paid no attention to it, focusing on you instead.
“It’s getting quiet…” You said
“Just a few more minutes. It’ll take them a while to get the boats organized…” Taehyung muttered back to you, looking straight to your eyes.
You were unmoving, just staring into space. You knew the truth, there won’t be any boats. Behind Taehyung, you see an officer has stopped moving. He was slumped in his lifejacket, looking almost asleep. He has died of exposure already. Taehyung noticed where you were looking and started again, “I don’t know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.”
You chuckled weakly at his words, forgetting the cold for a bit. Your laugh was like a gasp of pain, you found his eyes again in the dark.
“I love you, Taehyung”
Taehyung shook his head at your words, “No, (Y/n). Don’t say your goodbyes. Don’t give up now. Don’t do it”
“I’m so cold…”
“You’re going to get out of this… You’re going to go on and you’re going to make babies and watch them grow and you’re going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me?” Taehyung said, firmly as he can with his stuttering voice.
“I can’t feel my body…”
Taehyung gripped your hand making you look at him, “(Y/n), listen to me. Listen… Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me.” His breath hindering him from talking. It was too painful now but he continued.
“It brought me to you. And I’m thankful, (Y/n). I’m so thankful.” His voice was trembling because of the cold water which is working his way to his heart. But his eyes were unwavering, looking straight at you.
“You must do me this honor… promise me you will survive… that you will never give up… no matter what happens… no matter how hopeless… promise me now, and never let go of that promise.”
You stifled your tears, nodding, “I promise”
“Never let go”
“I’ll never let go, Taehyung. Never” You gripped his hand and you lie with your heads together. It is quiet now, except for the lapping of the water.
The stars reflect in the glassy surface, and the two of you seemed to be floating in interstellar space. You were absolutely still. Your hands were locked together. You were staring upwards at the canopy of stars wheeling above you. The music was transparent, floating… as the long sleep steals over you, and you feel peace.
Your face was pale as the faces of the dead, you knew you were dying, the cold numbing you. You parted your lips, barely moving them as you sang Taehyung’s song
“Come Josephine in my flying machine”
The stars looked beautiful above you, the Milky Way a glorious band from horizon to horizon. Then a shooting star flares across, a white line on the dark sky. Your hair was dusted with frost crystals, your breathing was so shallow, you were almost motionless. Your (e/c) eyes track down from the stars to the water.
On the water, there was a silhouette of a boat crossing the stars. You saw men in it, rowing so slowly the oars lift out of the syrupy water, leaving weightless pearls floating in the air. The voices of the men sound slow and distorted.
Then the lookout flashes his torch toward you and the light flares across the water, silhouetting the bobbing corpses in between. It flicks past your motionless form and moves on. The boat is 50 feet away, and moving past you. The men looked away.
You lifted your head to turn to Taehyung, your hair frozen to the wood.
“Taehyung…” You gasped out so quietly that it was slightly inaudible. You lifted your free hand and shook the male slightly. He didn’t respond. You gently turned his face toward you. It is rimed with frost.
He seems to be sleeping peacefully, still looking as ethereal.
But he was not asleep.
You can only stare at his still face as the realization goes through you. Your tears bubbled in your eyes, the burning of your eyes contrasted to the cold.
“Oh, Tae…” you breathed out, feeling all of your hope, will, and spirit leave you. You looked at the boat. It was further away now, the voices fainter. You watched them go. You closed your eyes, all reason to try seemed to leave you.
And then… your eyes snapped open.
You raised your head suddenly, cracking the ice as you ripped your hair off the wood. You called out, but your voice was so weak that they don’t hear you. The boat is invisible now, the torchlight, a star impossibly far away. You struggled to draw breath, calling again.
You struggled to move. Your hand, you realized, was actually frozen to Taehyung’s. You breathed on it, melting the ice a little, and gently unclasps your hands, breaking away a thin tinkling film.
“I’m sorry, Taehyung… I promised you and I’ll see you again someday.” You choked out, releasing his hand. You watched sadly as he slowly sinks down to the water. He seems to fade out like an angel returning to heaven where you can’t go just yet.
You rolled off the floating wood and plunges into the icy water. You swam to the officer’s body and grabbed his whistle. You started to blow the whistle with all the strength left in your body. Its sound slaps across the still water.
The search party whipped towards the sharp sound and ordered the men to row back, “Row back! Row!”
You kept on blowing as the boat comes to you. You were still blowing when the officer hauls you to the boat, taking the whistle from your mouth. You slipped into unconsciousness and they scramble to cover you with blankets…
On the afternoon of the 15th, Jungkook was searching through the faces of the widows lining the deck, looking for you. The deck of Carpathia is crammed with huddled people and even the recovered lifeboats of Titanic. On a hatch cover sits an enormous pile of lifebelts.
He keeps walking toward the stern. Seeing Jungkook’s tuxedo, a steward approached him.
“You won’t find any of your people back here, sir. It’s all steerage.”
Jungkook ignored him and continued to search among the people, huddled in the benches.
You were sipping hot tea. Your eyes focused on him as he approaches you. He barely recognizes you. You looked like a refugee, your matted hair hanging in your eyes.
“I’ve lived. How awkward for you”
Jungkook sighed, “(Y/n)… Your mother and I have been looking for you–” You held up a hand, stopping him.
“Please don’t. Don’t talk. Just listen. We will make a deal since that is something you understand. From this moment you do not exist for me, nor I for you. You shall not see me again. And you will not attempt to find me. In return, I will keep my silence. Your actions last night need never come to light, and you will get to keep the honor you have carefully purchased.” You glared at him, cold and hard like the ice which changed your lives.
“Is this in any way unclear?” You asked. After a long silence on Jungkook’s behalf, he started.
“What do I tell your mother?”
“Tell her that her daughter died with the Titanic.” You stood up, turning to the rail, dismissing him. Jungkook’s face was stricken with emotion that never even appeared on his face until now.
“You’re precious to me, (Y/n)” Jungkook whispered. You scoffed at him.
“Jewels are precious, Mr. Jeon.” You said harshly. Jungkook stared at your back with such sorrow and emotion. It can be seen that in his own way, the only way he knew, he did truly love you.
After a moment, he turns and walks away.
On the 18th you have sailed to America on your own. You looked at the Statue of Liberty, welcoming you home with her glowing torch. It is just as Jimin saw it, so clearly, in his mind.
Several hundred police kept the mob back. The dock is packed with friends and relatives, officials, ambulances, and the press– Reporters and photographers swarm everywhere… 6 deep at the foot of the gangways, lining the tops of cars and trucks… it was the 1912 equivalent of a media circus. They jostled to get close to the survivors, tugging on them as they pass and shouting over each other to ask them questions.
You were covered with a woolen shawl and walking with a group of steerage passengers. Immigration officers were asking them questions as they come off the gangway.
“Name?”
You looked at him and said, “Kim. Kim (Y/n)”
This was your new beginning. The new beginning that was robbed from you by time. It was supposed to be you and Taehyung… Doing all the things he promised you, all the things he told you about. Doing all the things all normal couples do.
You sighed, breathing the air. You smiled a bit, looking around. It was okay. You’ll see him again, someday. But for now, you have to do the things you promised him.
You opened your eyes and you saw the familiar design of the Titanic, the echoing sound of music in the distance was nostalgic. The music was vibrant now, and the room is populated by men in ties and tails, women in gowns. It was exquisitely beautiful just like how you remembered it.
The crowd of beautiful gentlemen and ladies turned as you descend toward them. At the bottom, a man stands with his back to you… He looked so familiar, so heart-achingly familiar. The man turns and it was Taehyung, smiling, he holds his hand out toward you.
“I see you’ve kept your promise, love.”
“I have so much to tell you, Tae”
“I’m here, (Y/n)”
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50 questions ⚖️
a scale for libra season - you knew i would!!
thank you to all of these angels for tagging me & giving me a chance to learn more about your precious selves - @yanak324 @watersandwolves @kelleesioverhere @livhatesolives @thelandofnothing
what is the color of your hairbrush? black! with some silver on the handle.
name a food you never eat? sushi. i don’t dislike it, but it’s just far enough down on my favorites list that i never choose it over something else.
are you typically too warm or too cold? almost always too cold, but that’s exactly how i like it.
what were you doing 45 minutes ago? talking to my brother. he is at sea and bought internet for the day :’)
what’s your favorite candy bar? i don’t think i have a favorite tbh. i like most candy well enough. not really a candy person, though!
have you ever been to a professional sports game? i have been to many major league baseball games, & two minor league soccer games.
what is the last thing you said out loud? “love you, too” 💘
what is your favourite ice cream? ben & jerry’s mint chocolate cookie
what was the last thing you had to drink? lemon la croix in a stemless wine glass, bc nothingggg matterrrssss
do you like your wallet? i actually don’t, lol. it’s a little dark green designer thing that i splurged on last year, bc i thought adults needed fancy wallets. & it’s very off brand for me. i also broke the inside zipper one hour after purchasing it, when i ripped the tag off bc i was too lazy to get scissors. so that makes me hate it even more.
what is the last thing you ate? omg. loaded sweet potato fries. with cheese & fake bacon & ranch.
did you buy any new clothes last weekend? i did! just one shirt at target. a lil striped guy. as if i needed any more of those.
what’s the last sporting event you watched? the eagles/bengals game last sunday. i didn’t put it on, like ... on purpose. i was hanging out with two straight men who insisted, bc i’m from philadelphia. it was sweet of them i guess
what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? anything cheeeeesy. or just regular. but fuck a caramel corn (sorry)
who is the last person you sent a text message to? one of the aforementioned straight men
ever go camping? yes!!!!!!! camping is so cute. very into it
do you take vitamins? i am actually all out of my multivitamin, so this question has reminded me to add it to my shopping list for tomorrow.
do you regularly attend a place of worship? (don’t make a target joke, don’t make a target joke)
do you have a tan? haha
do you prefer chinese or pizza? my east coast roots all but require me to say pizza. i do love a good sesame NOODLE though
do you drink your soda through a straw? no ma’am
what color socks do you usually wear? i’ve got all sorts of colors!! right now they are white with black polka dots. team fun socks
do you ever drive above the speed limit? i mean yeah, of course. i am a self- and others-proclaimed Great Driver, though. so i will drive above the speed limit a responsible and excusable amount.
what terrifies you? birds. everyone thinks it’s a joke until they see me encounter a bird. (no, not sparrows/robins/little tiny birds that fly away when you approach them. obviously not those. they’re doing amazing.)
look to your left, what do you see? couch cushion! i have been on the couch for five hours.
what chore do you hate most? oh like, probably cleaning the litter box lol. that shit sucks
what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? steve irwin (and the fact that my mom cried when he died)
what’s your favorite soda pop? diet coke, because i am ✨garbage✨
do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru!! the drive thru experience is one of my favorite things. i love cradling my lil head in my hand while i talk to the person over the intercom. pretty much flirt with every drive thru attendant i ever come across. they’re so cute. shout out to grace at my local starbucks
what’s your favorite number? another day passes where i don’t have a favorite number
who’s the last person you talked to? out loud, my brother. over text, i am talking to three (3) very cute people! one of them is yana, hey bb
favorite cut of beef? the fake kind!
last song you listened to? whistle while you work. i’m watching snow white
last book you read? lol guys, i’m a disgrace. i haven’t read a book in so long. i just don’t have the energy. all i do anymore is attend zoom meetings, cry about the news, and journal about the moon
favorite day of the week? what is a “day” of the “week”
can you say the alphabet backwards? i just attempted it. i can, but very slowly.
how do you like your coffee? iced 😇 with a splash of oat milk. but i just bought a french vanilla coconut milk creamer today. so i’m really branching out.
favorite pair of shoes? i love my white birkenstocks more than anything, but i hate exposing my feet. so probably my dad sneakers.
time you normally get up? arounnnnnd 5:00 a.m.
what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunrises these days! usually far too dissociated to enjoy a sunset anymore lolllll i’m fine
how many blankets on your bed? just my main comforter, and my lil pink baby blanket that i still sleep with (balled up under my head)
describe your kitchen plates? they are pink & they are the same as yana’s
describe your kitchen at the moment? clean! except one dish in the sink. but clean, always
do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? i love a light beer! and learning to appreciate a red wine. nothing fancy.
do you play cards? almost never. i cannot stand games
what color is your car? my last three cars have accidentally been blue. the one i got in march (the first one i bought myself!!) is “cosmic blue” :’)
can you change a tire? no!! someone teach me though, i want to learn
your favorite state? pennsylvania, for better or for worse.
favorite job you’ve had? 2018 me would be dying at current me even thinking of admitting this, but the one i have right now! it has taught me more than any job i’ve ever had, and introduced me to some of my favorite people, and treated me incredibly well during a time when so many have lost everything. cannot complain even slightly (although i most definitely do, and will continue to)
tagging: everyone that i would’ve tagged has already done this lol damn it guys!! @beautifulinsanesanity have you done this? idk. if you’ve made it this far & haven’t done it yet, then please consider yourself tagged.
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🛑 IF YOU LIVE IN AMERICA - HI! ONE MONTH UNTIL ELECTION DAY! are you registered to vote (if you’re of age)? are you aware of how fucked we are if we don’t mobilize to get this ogre out of office? vote early if you can. vote in person if you can. volunteer to be a poll worker if you can. just ... literally please lol. i’m so tired.
love u.
#get to know me#tags#this took me so so so long#and i have since switched over to the lion king#and have already teared up twice#so things are not looking great for me mentally#but when are they ever ya know
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I literally cannot do anything else until I get this out.
I’m... really not okay.
And when I say that, I’m not mentally unstable. I say that because I’m tired of waiting on empty promises, I’m tired of never having money in our account, I’m tired of living in a fucking city where half of the white people fucking worship the ground Trump walks on, and where most of the gay community has so much messy drama that it’s worse than middle school. And I went to a rough middle school.
I never talk about my past, because I don’t like to. It sucked. HARD. Being and only child in my family was nothing less than torture, especially as a closeted queer person. We grew up in the white Christian part of Nashville that dominated Music Row in the 90′s and early 2000′s. I played basketball with Alan Jackson’s daughter, and being around famous people was just no big deal. But, my parents decided to leave Nashville after my dad lost his job at TPAC, and we moved down south an hour to the town where the KKK got started (Pulaski, TN).
I had maybe two non-white people in my private Christian school growing up. I was never afraid of Black people, but my parents showed their racist asses quick when we moved there. The KKK has never left America, guys, no matter how many articles you read or studies you do. From 2005 to 2009 I saw a white town show its very worst to the Black community. I’ll never forget the first time I saw a march for “White Christians for Purity” the summer before Obama got elected. The disgust I felt inside was palpable. I had all kinds of friends in school, and I didn’t give TWO SHITS who they were or what they looked like... but I saw children my age, being brainwashed by their parents, that “white” is “right.”
Ever since then, I have been learning and growing about the issues of race. I remember my white classmates using the N word and getting away with it. I remember hearing about the principal at the high school punishing all the Black kids but not the white kids. I remember being invited to a church south of town that was a historically Black church, and how nice the ladies were to me for coming.
But I’ll never forget the racism that the religious groups promoted there, especially First Baptist Church and the 12 Tribes. I’ll never forget how FBC told me that my friend was going to Hell because she killed herself. I’ll never forget my mom telling me not to marry a Black man because of “impure genes.” I WILL NEVER FORGET THE INJUSTICES I SAW WHITE PEOPLE DOING TO BLACK PEOPLE THERE. NEVER.
And thank God, I have shaken the burden of religious guilt, but I still fight against this mentality. I live in a place that’s usually not even 10 minutes away from Trump-humping, sister-fucking, meth-addicted Confederate cunts in any direction. And we’re even closer to the rich white people who silently supported him, upset that their taxes would go up because of Biden.
And in the past four years since Trump got elected, I’ve gotten married, graduated college with honors, started my own photography business, and was making more than my husband there for a minute. I did my own taxes, marketing, editing, and everything. And then I came out as trans.
I lost everything.
I lost my studio. I lost friends. I had rumors started about me. I had people post hate messages on my wall. I had people at my drag shows tell others not to tip me, for whatever fucking reasons. I’ve had bosses give cis people jobs over me, and I’ve had government workers give me second looks when I hand them my license.
It. Fucking. Sucks. To. Live. Here. Like. This.
Oh yeah, did I mention I’m also a witch/medium? I’ve talked to dead people before and have told their relatives things I shouldn’t have known otherwise about their grandparents. Like, this information doesn’t even exist on Google. And I’m attuned to reiki. I’m always aware of what’s happening on at least SOME metaphysical level. This is a gift that I’ve had to go through life developing and learning about myself, with no one’s help but me.
I didn’t even know until I was an adult that I have autism and ADHD.
I’ve taken bullets from people who were about to kill themselves. I’ve yelled at 5th grade music classrooms for doing racist dance moves and appropriating Native Americans (I have a degree in Music Education K-12). I’ve consoled kids in classrooms who suddenly have panic attacks. AND I’ve told horny teenagers to stay in their fucking lane and respect the girls around them. I’ve apparently been an inspiration to those around me, but inspiration NOR exposure pays the bills. I’ve already had COVID, and so has my husband, but I knew that after graduating college that I would never have a fulfilling life being a music teacher in Tennessee’s public schools.
And now that we have COVID, and an orange, small-dicked, pedophilic, rape apologizing, dirty, crusty white president who STILL REFUSES TO CONCEDE, who is DIRECTLY RESPONSIBLE FOR HAVING HIS FOLLOWERS SEND DEATH THREATS TO MY FAMILY, I really don’t know what the fuck else to do other than go burn down all the houses I know of in North Georgia that belong to these Christian sex cult pedophiles and call it a day. My girlfriend unfortunately was born into one of those families, and I know just how bad it can get. In fact, her dad’s lawyer threatened me with blackmail earlier in November, so that was fun!
And now, on December 11, 2020, I’m still sitting here in the same fucking house, doing the same fucking things I’ve been doing all year - trying to get a job and failing horribly. I’M SICK AND TIRED OF THIS COVID BULLSHIT AND OUR INCOMPOTENT CUNT OF A PRESIDENT! And there’s only ever one other person I’ve ever called a cunt... my own mother.
I’ve lived in many places. I’ve met many different people. I’ve made mistakes, and have grown, but there’s one thing for damn sure that I always make sure to do, every single fucking day.
I ALWAYS try to do better.
In addition to this, I treat everyone with the same amount of respect, unless they have done something directly to me to negate that. If I know that someone believes in something that directly harms me or my family, I don’t even associate with them. I don’t spend my energy on things that don’t need it. And everyone else should, too.
The problem with some of y’all is that you care about the wrong things. Like will Becky text me back or did I get front row seats to that concert, or did I slave my life away to capitalism just so that I can own a Mercedes and have my friends jealous. I’ve had way too many dear death experiences to know that EVERY single fucking day is a gift. EVERY day.
I don’t want to be remembered first for the art I create. I want to be remembered for my character. I want to be remembered as the courageous person who never backed down in the face of adversity. But when you live in a place that already hates you and that is against you, that’s really fucking hard. Trust me. My marriage went from a cis straight passing couple to a white gay passing couple. I’ve seen how people’s attitudes changed around me as I transitioned. I know what it feels like to slowly lose a piece of your privilege you were born with.
So yeah, I kinda get a little fucking upset when I see people saying All Lives Matter, or when I see doctors refusing to treat trans patients in pandemics, or when I see cops YET AGAIN harassing Black people only a few blocks away from my house for no other reason than racism. And at this point, anyone who thinks they know me but only knows what people think they know about me can suck my entire ass and eat ten dicks. I don’t give a FUCK about who you are or what you’ve done. If you treat me or other people with no respect for no reason other than to be an asshole, you’re just plain shit. If you SERIOUSLY believe every little rumor and lie that someone tells about me before meeting me, fuck you AND the horse you rode in on.
What I can’t stand is people doing or saying things just to get a rise out of me or others. I thought we left petty shit in high school. Some of the people that “know” me really need to fucking grow up and grow a pair and either say what they want to my face, or stay mad. I’m tired of playing fucking petty games with y’all. We have a whole ass pandemic to solve.
So here’s the ultimatum... if you agree that Black Lives Matter and that queer people deserve basic human rights, EVEN THE ONES YOU HATE, then that’s the bare minimum to even be a decent person. If you can’t even do those things, then I don’t fucking know what else to say to you.
So NBC, maybe not have John Mulaney joke about my license debacle with my gold van on SNL, and Seth Meyers... maybe HIRE ME INSTEAD of Mulaney because clearly y’all don’t know about the south as much as I do? Oh, and that gazeebo joke with Lee University... I caught that. I may have autism, but I’m not a fucking idiot. I mean. I’m funny when I’m given the chance. And yeah, I’m on a watchlist, but who the fuck isn’t these days? At least all my secrets are out for the world to see, and I have a bangin’ tattoo.
I’m tired of everyone being like “omg, I’ve seen what he can do, it’s fantastic!” or “omg you’re so funny haha” and bragging on me and then NOT FUCKING HIRING ME. I’m TIRED of waiting on something that’s clearly at this point never coming.
I don’t even have testicles, and my balls are bigger than most of the cis men I have EVER met.
So, if you want to help me, or hire me, or get me out to an audition... I’ll be there. But until then, I’m so fucking MAD at some of these producers. Yeah, my mom is a cunt, but she worked in various forms of digital production from the 1980′s until she retired this year. She taught me SO MUCH about directing, writing, shooting, and more. I know how these things are supposed to run behind the scenes. I know what the fuck I’m doing, and I don’t take constructive criticism like a bitch. I actually WANT to be criticized, so I can do even better.
So PLEASE, for the love of Christ... y’all need to get your priorities together AND PLEASE STOP LEAVING ME OUT OF THE LOOP WITH THIS BULLSHIT. Grow a fucking pair and either call me, email me, or leave me alone. It’s really not that fucking hard. Looking at you, Lorne Michaels.
Oh and someone tell my husband what the fuck’s been going on because I’m tired of him gaslighting me about it.
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Somebody to love pt. 2
Part 1 Part 2
Loki x reader
Imagine: After the New York attacks Loki is sent to prison in Asgard and you, his queen, are to be executed for helping him. Will you be able to save both of you in time?
Original request: Hi 😄 can I have a request , we are in thor2 and when Loki go to Odin in chains to talk to him, odin didn't say to him that he never see friga again but he say that marriage between reader and Loki is over and reader will be banish from asgard and that really hits Loki and brake him, so Loki try do everything to change odin mind, he will say with tears in the eyes that he can't take his queen from him and Frigga maybe say something and odin will change mind, pure fluff in the end 😄😄😄🙏
Words: 5k (srsly)
Part: 2/2
A.N.: omg this is such a journey! I went wild with the prompt lol 💚✨ hope that everyone enjoys it 💗 this is gonna be really confusing if you didn't read part one haha
PART 1 CAN BE FOUND ON MY PAGE
Loki loved to look at you. To delve in your beautiful mind and come to the repeated conclusion that everything about you was perfect to him. He adored to worship every part of your body and soul. However, he strongly disliked being you, in a physical way. He noticed how people stared at your body, especially the guards, and he wanted nothing more than to threaten them into oblivion.
But as he was roughly rushed into the throne room, he simply came to realize that he was in no position to threaten anyone.
"Y/n…" Odin's voice greeted Loki as he walked towards him. It shouldn't have been a surprise to Loki that Odin wasn't any more welcoming towards you than he was to Loki himself.
"Hello." He said simply, feeling awkward using your voice. But he would do as you had told him and follow through with the plan, even if it bothered him.
"There has been a change of plans." Odin announced. "Frigga has insisted that you will not be executed. And I agreed to her reasoning."
Loki crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking around the room until his eyes fell upon his mother. She stood off to the side, but offered him a knowing smile and a small nod.
"However…" Odin continued, ignoring the looks between Loki and Frigga. "I cannot risk that you help Loki escape. Thus, you will be banished to Midgard to find a place among men."
Loki felt like he was struck by lightning. Of course banishing was better than execution, but it also meant that you would be stuck down in the dungeons while he was on another planet. That was so wrong, you needed to be free and he ought to be locked up!
But if Frigga had asked for you to be banished, but also knew that the real you was in the dungeons right now, that could only mean that you and Frigga meant for him to be banished indeed. The whole thing gave him a headache. Usually it was him who came up with the intricate plans, him who was in control. But now everything was decided over his head and he needed to do what was most difficult for him. Trusting blindly.
"When?" He managed to ask.
"Now." Odin replied slightly bored, waving his hand at the guards. "I think the punishment is too mild for your crimes, but Frigga insisted."
"What about y… Loki?" He asked, inwardly cringing.
"He will stay locked up for good."
With that the guards led you out of the room and out of the castle, Frigga following closely behind.
"Hello… y/n." She smiled as she came to walk next to Loki.
"Hi." Loki replied, looking everywhere but at Frigga.
"I must say you have quite the extraordinary partner. Very talented in magic and maybe even cleverer than you."
"I know…" Loki sighed. Why did everyone keep telling him that? He knew that you were amazing, he had asked you to marry him after all…
"...a partner so clever that they know what and who is worth saving." Frigga added, taking Loki's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. First he wanted to pull away, but he knew that you wouldn't do that and so he let it happen. Only for his disguise, of course, at least that's what he told himself.
They reached the bifrost in no time, already opening a gate to midgard.
"You will be going to New York, Thor's friends will take you in for now." Frigga said once the time to say goodbye had come. "Stay as you are, y/n. Don't change for anyone but yourself."
It took Loki quite a bit not to smirk. Firstly, because of the double meaning of this stupid advice and secondly, because he never knew his mother could be so sly. Usually that was up to you and him, but he got the feeling that Frigga also knew very well what she was doing.
"I love you, always remember that. You're part of the family even if we're not related by blood." She smiled and pulled Loki into a hug he couldn't refuse.
And if he would've been honest with himself, he maybe could have admitted that he needed it. A short moment later, the light of the bifrost surrounded him and he was off into an uncertain future.
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You sat in your cell, or rather Loki's cell, but since you were still looking like him it counted nonetheless. So this was where he had spent the last couple days… it was quite luxurious in comparison to the other cells in the dungeons.
With a sigh you leaned against the white wall, closing your eyes in contentment. Loki would already be off the planet and in safety on midgard. The thought of him looking like you amused you greatly, however you also enjoyed being Loki. The slightly fearful looks everyone gave you were very satisfying, especially since usually no one was intimidated by you at all. The biggest part of your plan had been accomplished and you were glad it had all worked out. Now you still needed to get out of the prisons and down to midgard somehow, but you had quite the few things left up your sleeve.
For a couple hours you waited in silence, picking up the book that Loki had left. It was an asgardian tragedy, you knew it quite well, but you just couldn't handle a sad story right now. You missed Loki, and having seen him so briefly only made you miss him even more. There's nothing like the burning desire to be with the person you love… no force could be stronger than that feeling.
Finally, a long expected visitor arrived at your cell.
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When Loki more or less gracefully crashed on a wet meadow, his first thought was to keep pretending to be you at all costs. And how much it would cost him, with Thor's stupid little friends around…
"Y/n!" Thor greeted Loki and helped him to his feet. It would take Loki a while to get used to being called y/n…
"Hey…" He replied out of breath, brushing the grass off his new appearance. Then he took the time to look around, finding most of the Avengers gathering around him. They all were standing in front of a building Loki didn't recognize, but it was huge and located somewhere in nature.
"Friends, this is y/n!" Thor introduced Loki to the others. "She is my brother's wife."
Equally sceptical and shocked glances were shot Loki's way.
"Reindeer games has a wife!?" Tony spoke what was on everyone's mind. "Like… a forced marriage?"
Loki couldn't help but roll his eyes. He would've loved to lash out at the man of iron, especially now that he wasn't wearing his fancy suit.
"We married because we are meant to rule over the universe together." Loki stated just to mess with them. After a second, Thor started laughing, clapping Loki's shoulder and almost knocking him over.
"I'm joking…" Loki added after a while, when the others still stared at him in disbelief. "We married because we love each other."
They still seemed unsure what to think of Loki's, or rather y/n's arrival. Loki didn't really care, but he had promised you to not screw up your plan, so he closed his eyes for a second and tried once more.
"I'm sorry, that probably wasn't very funny… considering what… Loki did to you." He started, hiding the cringe out of his voice. "I'm not a monster, I promise... I was banished from my home and just really hope we can get along here."
The first one to smile was Natasha, as she stepped towards Loki. "I'm sorry if we seemed hostile towards you. You're not Loki and even as his wife you don't deserve our hatred." She shook Loki's hand. "I'm Natasha Romanov."
Somewhat surprised, Loki shook her hand, then the others' as well as they all introduced themselves. They seemed to be genuinely trying to overcome their prejudice and despite his annoyance at himself, Loki tried to do the same. For your sake.
After the brief introduction they all went back inside. Loki was assigned a room and then shown around by Thor, a very friendly Natasha, a kind of friendly Steve and a sulking Tony. He was the only one who still seemed utterly displeased with Loki's arrival, which he would've understood if he was actually looking like himself, but Tony had no reason to be mad at a woman he has never met.
"If she's like Loki, we should show her the library!" Natasha suggested and Steve agreed with a nod.
"They are pretty similar, I must say that…" Thor chuckled. "But y/n is less murderous and more… subtle."
"Thanks?" Loki huffed, but when they reached said library he was too distracted to give it further thought.
The room was large, bright and weirdly old fashioned for the otherwise modern building. It was nothing compared to the royal asgardian library, but it reminded Loki of home nevertheless.
He must've looked the part, for he saw Thor smiling out of the corners of his eyes. "You can spend as much time here as you wish."
Loki nodded, suddenly under the impression that it might not be as horrible to wait here for you as he had thought.
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Weeks had passed, and you were still sitting in the cell disguised as Loki. You had read the tragedy twice, even translated it into every language you knew by the end of the first week… luckily, after that Frigga had brought you some of Loki's magic books from your chamber. You had studied them, probably also learned them by heart by now and practiced every spell and every curse in there. The results were mixed at first, you had blown your cell up quite a few times, but now you had gotten rather good at it. And most recently, you had asked Frigga to find you a very special book in the library. A book that could hardly be understood by anyone at all, let alone be used successfully. A book about the infinity stones. And you were planning on using it.
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With every passing week, Loki had grown more and more worried about you. At first he had thought you'd come the next day. Then maybe after a few days. After two weeks he had started getting really concerned and by now he was freaking out completely. Why had he simply agreed to leave without asking for your plan! How could he just run and leave you there! He hated himself every second of every day. That's when he heard glass shatter and a few gasps.
He looked around himself. He was standing in the open kitchen area, clutching the remains of a broken drinking glass in his hand. Slowly blood started dripping out of his hand and onto the floor.
"Y/n!" Thor exclaimed and jumped off her barstool, hurrying over to Loki. Over the last few weeks, both he and Natasha had indeed been very nice to him. And so had Steve, Clint and everyone else. Even Tony had warmed up to him. Loki would've liked to deny it, but being forced to be nice to them and behave like you had shown him how welcoming they could be. He hated it and he hated them for being so nice.
"It's nothing…" He grumbled absentmindedly, and with a flick of his wrist he stopped the bleeding for a moment and cleaned up the mess. The cuts however remained.
Then only he noticed everyone staring at him.
"When did you learn that?" Thor asked in irritation.
Right… no one knew y/n was capable of magic. He rolled his eyes at himself.
"So… can everyone in Asgard do magic stuff?" Tony asked, pouring himself another drink.
"No…" Thor replied. "I always thought it was just my mother and Loki."
"Frigga taught me to use magic." Loki replied, not even lying. You had told him that's how you had learned it after all.
"That's amazing!" Thor smiled. "I bet you'll be better than Loki in no time."
Loki felt his stomach drop. He looked at his once more bleeding hand. "I'm sorry about the glass."
Then, he walked out of the kitchen towards the library.
"Did I say something wrong?" Thor looked at his friends with a desperate expression. He really hadn't meant to make anyone sad.
"She misses your brother, you oaf… Not everyone despises him." Natasha rolled her eyes and grabbed a first aid kit on her way to follow Loki to the library.
"Y/n?" She called into the large room. "I'm not here to annoy you, but your hand needs bandaging."
Loki sat on the windowsill, staring out into the night grimly. He missed you, so much so that he thought about returning to Asgard despite having promised not to.
"Here you are." Natasha said. "Are you okay?"
"Oh please… you don't have to be nice to me." Loki grumbled. "I know that everyone here hates me." Yet, he made space for her on the windowsill, which she sat down on immediately.
"Nobody hates you!" She insisted. "And you're dripping blood everywhere, you really should get that bandaged."
With an eye roll and a sigh Loki let her care for his hand.
"Do you really think we hate you?" She asked while focusing on her task.
"Yes." Loki simply stated. "You're all being very nice right now, but I know that you wouldn't be if you really knew who I am."
"You mean because you're with Loki?" She frowned. "I mean, I only ever met him during the New York thing and he was a total ass back then, but that was him and not you… I was actually hoping that we could become… friends, maybe. Since we're the only girls around."
"I was part of it… of the attacks." Loki sighed. "We both are to blame for what happened. It's just not what everyone thinks."
"And what do we think?" She asked as she finished with his hand and simply looked at him in curiosity.
"You think that we are monsters. That we did it for selfish reasons, or because we think forcing an entire race into submission is fun. But that's not true." He didn't even know why he was telling her this. Over the past weeks he had felt less and less resistance to everyone's attempts to befriend him.
"Then why did you do it?" Natasha asked, careful to stay within her space in this conversation.
And for the first time, Loki felt the need to explain things. He wanted to have a space for you to be safe once you joined him on midgard and he could only get to that point when the people here were on good terms with the real him.
"Would you mind if I showed you?" He asked. "If you allow me to, I can make you see the past."
"Fine. I wanna know." She replied confidently and Loki touched a finger to her forehead. Immediately she could see everything Loki let her see. How Thanos captured you and made Loki attack earth, how he despised doing it and how finally, you two killed Thanos.
Then however he decided to take a risk. He just couldn't stand talking about himself in the third person anymore. So he also showed her how he had been arrested, how he had begged for your life and how you had switched your appearance and been arrested instead of him.
When he removed his finger from Natasha's forehead, he let the illusion fade and for the first time in weeks appeared as himself. A second later when Natasha opened her eyes, she visibly jumped and her hand flew to the knife she kept on her belt.
Loki felt his heart drop a little, but then she halted, only staring at him.
"Is this true?" She asked quietly. "You were… you, the whole time?"
"Yes. You have never met y/n, she's still in the dungeons in Asgard. I merely took her appearance and voice while she took mine." He said in all honesty.
"Why did you show me all this?" She asked, getting up and walking a few steps away from Loki. "Are you going to try to mess with us again?"
"What?!" Loki looked at her incredulously. "I just showed you what happened in the past years of my life and you still think that I want to hurt you?"
Natasha looked down at her feet, slightly ashamed. She of all people should not be judging someone by past mistakes, even if they were horrible. "How do I know this is not one of your tricks?"
Loki felt angry with himself. He shouldn't have assumed that she would understand any of it… having an ally among the Avengers… it was too nice to be true. He thought about threatening her to keep quiet about his true identity, but he felt too tired, too disappointed, too cold on the inside to do so.
"Trust me or don't, I don't care." He said quietly and started towards the hallway, changing his appearance to that of you once more. "I just want y/n back and after that you'll never have to see me again."
With that, he threw the door shut behind him, making Natasha flinch again.
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Your first encounter with the stones had been when you were held hostage by Thanos. He had spoken about them a lot with others and while you were heavily wounded, your ears and mind still worked perfectly fine. So it was inevitable that you had picked up how they could be used. However, other than Thanos, you couldn't spare any time to actually find the stones. And all you really needed was the reality stone, which you were now studying in the book Frigga had sent to you.
You felt bad that you had lied to Loki about your plan… Well, it hadn't really been a lie, but not the truth either. You indeed had had the plan to get Loki off the planet, which had worked quite well, but after that you were lost. It had taken a lot of thinking to come up with something to help your situation, but at least you'd had all the time you needed down in the dungeons. And you had had time to practice after that, which was desperately need. After all, how were you supposed to improve your beginner-magic to a level that surpassed even Loki and Frigga themselves?
You thought the whole thing through once more: firstly, you had come to the conclusion that you needed to prove to Odin that he had to let both you and Loki go and not prosecute you any further. In order to do that, you should make him see why Loki and you had done what you had done. Prove to him that Loki had done more good than bad in killing the mad titan.
How did one go about convincing Odin of anything? Threatening! But… he would never believe it. He would never believe the future you two had seen and the fate you had averted. How did one make him believe it? What would Loki do? Use magic. But Odin could see through Loki's magic. Was there some magic that Loki wasn't capable of or at least hadn't practiced yet? That's when the magic books came into play. And that's when you realized that you needed practice, as much as you could get. While doing that, you had remembered the stones. Then connected the stones with a possible magic that you might be able to find in some miraculous way… and then you believed you were mad. But times were desperate and that meant grasping for straws.
So you had spent hours upon hours studying the stones and finding a way to emulate their magic up to exhaustion. Sleep was entirely optional and you hadn't gotten all that much in the last days. Your preparations were coming to an end and soon your plan would have to be executed. For now you could only hope that it would work as well as the first plan.
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A while later, Loki heard a knock on his door. He didn't want to see anyone right now, he just wanted to sulk and drown in his own thoughts.
"Loki…" He heard Natasha's voice through the door and immediately he ripped the door open.
"Don't say my name out there." He hissed and pulled her into the room.
"I'm sorry for the way I behaved." She said sincerely. "You've been very nice to us for the last few weeks and even if I can't forgive you for what you did in New York right now… I can try."
That indeed surprised Loki, he hadn't expected so much integrity in a mortal.
"That sounds fair." He said. "I'm also having a hard time overcoming my prejudice for your bunch."
Natasha let out a snort. "I guess that's okay. I can see that you truly care about y/n and I choose to believe your story. I just don't understand why you chose to tell me that you're you and not her."
Loki shrugged. "It's quite exhausting to pretend to be someone you're not for such a long time."
"I understand that." She sighed. "I guess you don't want the others to know?"
"I'd rather you keep it to yourself."
"I'll keep it to myself as long as you don't cause us trouble."
"I'm not in the mood for causing trouble anyway." Loki sighed. "It's no fun without y/n."
"I'm sure she will be with you in no time. Thor seems to have trust in her abilities…"
Loki rolled his eyes. "Yeah, as if my brother understood a single thing about women."
Natasha chuckled. "But you aren't the guy to fall for a girl who's not at least as capable as you. And even if I have only ever seen you use your abilities for, well, the other side, I can tell that she must be pretty awesome if she can keep up with you."
Loki smiled a sincere smile for the first time in weeks. "That's actually the nicest thing you have ever said to me." He laughed. "Y/n… she's amazing. She's pretty badass too, you'll get along nicely."
Natasha returned his smile. "Looks like I'll still be the only girl for a while. Too bad. I'm pretty sure you won't want to be friends with any of us, but maybe we could start by giving each other a chance."
"I'd like that." He replied respectfully.
Then, Natasha turned to leave. "Goodnight Loki."
"Goodnight."
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Finally, the day had come. You were painfully aware of the fact that your own and Loki's fate depended on this late afternoon and how good you'd be able to work your magic. You had spent weeks practicing the spells and soaking up every piece of information you possibly could. Now it was time.
You put on the coat you had long taken off, collecting all the books in your cell into a bag and slung it over your shoulders. Deep breath.
First step: getting out of the cell. You had focused your practice on emulating the magic of the reality stone. Thus, you now focused and to your great surprise, the barrier around the cell simply disappeared before you at your mere thought of it. After you had stepped out, the barrier went back up. Then you crossed the hallway, running into no guards at all. Determinedly you made your way to the throne room, throwing open the heavy doors with a mere flick of your wrist. You still looked like Loki, but as you quickly walked through the room you changed back into yourself. It felt good to be in your own skin once more, and by now you felt more powerful than ever. No one saw you coming, despite everyone watching the hall. Being able to control reality felt amazing. You smiled.
Once you stood next to Odin, your actual task started. You let him see a future that would be the universe's if you hadn't killed Thanos. It wasn't all that hard, Thanos himself had shown you a version of the future back then. You watched him being shocked, shouting and starting to run, only to be led back towards you. It all seemed like watching a movie which you could control, you let him see the deaths of everyone he loved and everything he ever cared for. You took him to his breaking point and beyond before finally coming back to reality. The actual reality, uncontrolled and raw. For you, minutes had passed. For Odin's mind it had been weeks.
Odin sat panting in his throne, eyes wide and face covered in tears. Then he spotted you and his eyes went even wider. "Y/n! What… what did you do?!"
You stood calmly in front of him, towering over his sitting form. "I showed you your future."
"That's impossible." He was utterly breathless, shaken by the events seen only by you and him.
"It's not. It's the future that would've come true if it wasn't for Loki and me." You said calmly. "We killed Thanos. You know him and you know of his plan and yet you let him take me."
"Of course I know. And I allowed him to have you. A small price for the safety of an entire kingdom. But this fate… this life... Why did you show this to me?" He asked with a deep frown.
"Because you wouldn't have believed me if I told you. You wouldn't have been able to imagine the extent of Loki's redemption. You wouldn't have understood why we had to do what we did."
"How is it possible that you can alter reality? Do you have the stone?" He was still utterly irritated.
"No stone. Just me and a magic you will never understand. And I will use it to destroy you if I must."
"What do you want?" His face showed surrender in every form possible. "My death? The throne?"
"I only want you to leave Loki and me alone. To welcome us back if we desired to do so. Drop everything that's being held against us."
"Fine." He grumbled. "And?"
"I want you to fucking realize what you've done to you son!" You hissed. "Loki only ever wanted you to be proud of him, to acknowledge him and to love him like you love Thor. If you don't realize that you're a fool. I want you to think about that."
With that you turned on your heel and quickly walked back through the throne room and towards the still open door. No one made an attempt to stop you, even if they could see you now.
On your way to the bifrost you were met by Frigga, who you embraced in a tight hug.
"Thank you. For everything." You said quietly.
"You're more than welcome, dear." She replied gently. "I'm so proud of both you and Loki. You would've been a great queen."
"Thank you." You tried your best not to cry. You had truly found a mother in Frigga, and you were sure to bring Loki back to Asgard some time just for her to show him the same love.
"I feel honored to have a daughter who holds the magic of the stones. And I feel honored to have two sons who saved the universe." She smiled. "Please protect each other. And both of you look after Thor… He needs a little push in the right direction sometimes."
"I will. We will." You assured her and with one last hug and one last smile you let yourself fall back into the ray of light of the bifrost.
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It was late at night when Loki saw the bright beam of light on the meadow in front of the compound. A jolt of electricity ran through his body as he jumped out of his bed and ran outside, waking up everyone else in the building. But he didn't care, not when he was so close to having you back in his arms. When he stepped out into the cold nightly air, he could already see you in the distance. But before he could start running, you were suddenly a lot closer and then even closer until there were only a few feet between you. He let the illusion of his appearance slip, becoming himself once more and with the force of a thousand storms he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you against him like his life depended on it.
Despite every air being pressed from your lungs you clung onto him, hugging him back just as tightly.
"I missed you." You sobbed quietly, suppressing the urge to full on cry as relief washed over you.
"You have no idea, darling, how desperately I have yearned for this moment." He whispered back, picking you up and walking back towards the building. The other Avengers were standing close to the entrance, most of them in their pajamas, watching the scene before them unfold.
Soon you let go of Loki, pressed a small kiss to his lips that promised more to come when you were alone, and finally turned to look at the people in front of you.
They on the other hand looked utterly confused between the two of you. Everyone except for the redhead. She looked very pleased with herself.
"Hey everyone." You smiled at them. "I think we have a bit of explaining to do."
"I surely believe you do." Tony yawned. "But do that tomorrow. At breakfast. I'm gonna go back to bed now."
And you couldn't help but feel like both Loki and you had just found a new home and maybe, with time, a family. Together, you were ready to take on anything that was yet to come.
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