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kanene-yaaay-o-retorno · 4 years

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You’re a WHAT

Kanene’s Notes:

I’m weak for carzy scenarios and glitter, so BOOOM!! Why don’t get these two things together??? :D)/ This fic marks the end of my break, I will be (trying to) going back to my old projects and probably won’t be writing for some weeks kjnhgfvghjkjhg. Wish me luck! <33

This wasn’t suppose to take so much to be written but I lost my PC and life got in the way :v Buuuut! I manage to finish it and I already count this as a victory! xP

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Remy and Roman. They’re friendos yay :3. Oh, and this is pretty crazy. Context: The morning after Black Friday when you’re grumpy and wanting to kick the society in the face. A LOT of swearing, Patton does not approve.

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing Thomas Sanders in his series of Sanders Sides.

* Something around 2.900 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Try and have fun with new hobbies, be safe, talk with the one that you love, drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

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Roman thought himself as a really lucky human being. Unbelievable lucky.

It wasn't due to the apartment where he currently lived - Too much dull for his personal taste and space, getting even smaller from the day he admitted a messy, sassy and with sleep problems roommate, since Roman just started his musical career and couldn't afford an own house yet. - or the fact that was finally able to pursue his dream after years and years of just picturing, painting this moment on his future, only to find out his fantastic breathtaking and incredible goals weren’t nearly close of the cold reality, at least for now (Who would know that, after umpteenth days of hard studying and training he would need years and years of experience in order to even START wondering in get out of his partial-time job on that Electronic Store) or any other reason someone would be able to consider himself a receptacle of pure, brute luck, enlightened by the spotlights of the good, pleasant destiny...

... Or at least the most pleasant it could be in the horrible and exhaustive middle of the night after a whole day filled with his attempts to survive and treat respectfully the unmerciful, dirty jungle that humanity was at Black Friday. Something around fifteen hours working with massive hordes of unscrupulous zombies starved for a sale and able to even kill and die (more likely the first option) to get what they want and with souls (if they still got one) free of any slight sight of education, patience and morals to be inserted in a society which, as it seemed, was equally rotten as them. View point only proved as Roman was obligated to be working after his shift to "clean all the mess" - more like hide the bodies of exhausted warriors after such bloody battle. – the store because those sons of a...

"... Bitch, YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!!" The poor, frustrated employed shouted to nowhere specific, his face turning towards the sky, seeking in some way to show his all his hate to the cinematography - because this was too much coincidence to NOT be part of a movie or some random fanfic on the black hole that was internet - rain falling at full force leading the weather to became even more freezing as soaked them both with its cool, thick drops.

Anyway, what he was daydreaming about?

"Roman." Oh, yeah, the reason why he viewed himself as a truly lucky person. "My gurl, if you try to impersonate a fucking, dramatic, bitch crow in my ear even again, I swear in the name of my life juice bean that I'm going to KILL you with my bare hands and these sunglasses."

At least his best friend since, honestly, diapers, who coincidentally was his roommate and even more coincidentally, his coworker was just screwed as Roman himself. Which automatically made the duo less screwed, however equally pissed off, something that neither of them discovered if that was a good or bad thing, yet.

"Fuck you, Remy" Roman whispered between an tired yawn, too much tired to even think about some nickname or to put real heat in his words as he got instinctively closer to the other, the one called taking off his jacket and lazily throwing it over their heads, doing his best to cover they both with the small available black leathered fabric, the act intertwined with grumpy grumbling and motions which would probably slap Roman's face if he wasn't careful. "I'm the one who buys your coffee."

"Having my incredible, unique personality in your life should be motivation enough for you to buy me the entire Starbucks Company, be glad I'm weak to your cute face and am going easy on ya."

" 'Cute'? Excuse me, I'm the most handsome, hottest and fabulous man you will ever met in your lowly life, mortal."

Remy snorted at this "Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe, but if it's going to be like that your ego soon will have to pay his part at the rent."

"Well, this 'ego' here was the only thing between your highness and jail after stopping you from committing all those murders today."

"Bold of you to assume I wouldn't use my contacts to hide the evidences." Their tune were already completely sleepy, bodies instinctively leaning onto each other as the words stumbled, mixed and almost lost themselves in the soundly wind as slipped from their lips. Roman just laughed.

"Well, if by ‘contacts’ mean 'Virgil' good luck getting him out of his bed on his free day. You would became the fucking new King Arthur." Roman rubbed his eyes, trying to physically force his eyelashes to not close, a new yawn finding its way to his mouth. He didn't even know about what they were talking anymore.

"I roll the dice to cast Badass Nerd Bitch."

“Logan??”

“He likes to study nature stuff, especially at night, I’m sure he already knows some good spots to hide bodies. Glasses.”

“Glasses?”

“Glasses.”

“OMG, the anime character with glasses.” Roman stopped, his mouth wide open as if all the secrets of the universe had been revealed to him.

“Exactly.” Remy extended each syllable, grinning smugly.

“I’ve never-“

“THIS IS A ROBERY!!”

The sentence, which appeared to came out from nowhere, cut the air in a harsh, sharp tune, breaking the barriers and tying them up in the same place in a frozen position and wide eyes staring astonished the hooded form and their unreadable features under the bad illumination of the light poles helped by the increased storm. The wind trespassed them, stirring their clothes and making the muscles shake both of the alone employees in the middle of a dark, empty street at the dawn, even if the dangerously shiny knife directed towards their direction still in a hatred silence.

“My.” Roman knew he probably should be afraid, the freezing feeling running across his veins and frightening his brain and actions as infected his words in an unspeakable terror impossible to ignore nor escape. “fucking.” However, the only thing that slipped through his next was the purest, deepest, truest... “ASS.” Indignation.

Roman thought about a lot of things. He thought about running away, grabbing Remy’s arm and sprinting across the street, about scream in the top of his lungs the waterfall of swearing already racing half way to his throat and even about kicking the knife out of the other’s hands and then kicking him - with a couple of cool moves he saw in some actions films - together with their frecking audacity to try to rob him of all the people in the world. Roman, who asked himself if he would have enough money to eat in the next week with a concerning frequency, who wondered if this is the life he will have until the end of his existence, if he will ever be able to accomplish his dreams.

His gaze changed to Remy, who was paralyzed, trembling between the poor light of the street and the massive rain. Roman swallowed. Everything was in his hands.

For a piece of Roman felt the strange urge to spill to the figure before him the story of his life, all his tries, all his battles, his everyday fights to make his dreams real. Blow by blow. Day by day. A life destined to go after everything he wished to himself, everything he wanted to life, to experience, to savor, to do everything in his hands to ignore and one day maybe, hopefully forget all the ghosts - these ones always accompanied by those emotionless, sharp whispers - asking, doubting nonstop if he ever would be able to do all of this, if he was doing the rights thing, if it was really worth all of it.

However, before the first word even slipped of Roman’s tongue or his mind came fully back to Earth, Remy was already positioning himself strategically between the robber and his friend, the currently only one with the leather jacket falling on his shoulders. However, Remy didn’t seem nearly soaked as he should be, and for a heartbeat, the same one which Remy moved his hands to his jeans’ pocket, his fingers touching and firmly holding something there, Roman could swear that the unexpectedly shiver running across his spine wasn’t due the cold wind.

Nor the sentence hurled in the clouds.

“You know what?? Fuck it.”

And then he unsheathed his magic wand.

Roman loved with the entirety of his heart all kind of magic, he could easily spend an entire afternoon (which he already had, by the way) listing his favorites movies, musicals and stories with that theme. That also could be easily said by the thousands and thousands of worlds, universes and lifes he invented – in and out of his head - about the subject trough his childhood and handful of teenage years, random ideas and inspirations appearing and dancing in his mind until nowadays. If that only wasn’t enough to convince someone then the umpteenth memories of mornings and afternoons bathed in the smell of books, rocked by the calm silene of the public library as he turned one more page, his back lightly aching by the bad position assumed behind the shelters, in a place he strategically found and claimed as his own Bridge to Terabithia, enjoying every moment as if nothing else mattered. Perhaps you wouldn’t even need to swim in such deep, ancient waters to find out his love, since at least fifty percent of his day was dedicated to shout, hummer or murmur Disney songs.

However, as rays of pure energy - shiny and kind of glittery one - involved and swirled from Remy’s, who now was floating a few centimeters above the ground, wand in stripes that got lighter and lighter, begging to spin faster around the aforementioned, creating a spere of a power stunning and big enough to stop the rain in the corner.

The silence resulting from the lack of the storm didn’t had the opportunity to fill the moment, being obligated to give its space to a soft, intense melody whispered in their ears. The notes standing some more moments in the air, the beating following the changes in the shadowed figure inside the spere. Hesitations taking over the loud, quick heartbeats when the song finally stopped.

The power’s spere finally exploded, the impact leading to an unbelief and intensive force push both human meters away.

“Get. Out.” Remy’s tune still the same, his form – Now adorned by a gleaming crop top, his fluttering skirt over shorts floating in synchrony with the veils which surrounded his clothes and wrapping his arms, the ending spreading in the air as a bunch of angry powered and fancy snakes. - even with the new vestments full of glitter (this probably would be a hell to get off, later) still the same, his gaze, powerful – a new meaning pouring from this word – strong, still the same. But yet…

Yet his wide eyed, heart hammering in his chest friend since he could remember found himself struggling to connect the same Remy who he had known – if he could still say that? - all his life with the same being who gleamed dangerously before him.

The magic wand danced in a quick flick and a trash can came of what seemed nowhere to hit the wobbled and absolutely terrified robber, who fell with a soft thumph in the ground, unconscious.

“-man, Roman!!! Don’t just stay standing there like a tree, help me here, gurl!” Suddenly the called snapped from his own sea of thoughts, submerging and astonished blinking in Remy’s direction. The rain started to fell on them again, and when their eyes met, when Roman saw the same guy who spent afternoons climbing trees and pretending they were knights and dragons attacking or saving the world, when he recalled the silent sleepovers where they just sat near of each other enjoying the mutual company, the grumpy mornings in their apartment, the comfort hugs, the looks full of words, the smiles filled with meaning, the friendship stuffed with so many, many memories...

Nostalgia. The feeling that everything was changed albeit something… something important always stayed. Roman felt, truly felt it and fixed his glare into that brilliant – quite literally - glare adorned with a ‘I’m about to punch your cocky face if you keep fucking narrating every freaking second of your life, ya bitch’ he realized...

It was Remy.

He took a deep breath, moving closer and gradually relaxing as the aforementioned focused in trying to lift the guy, swearing more frequently than raindrops fell from the sky.

“Remy?”

“Yeah?”

“First crush.”

The other stopped, frowning confused. Roman didn’t quiver, feeling he deserved some sort of answer. At least about this. “What?”

“My first crush. Who?”

“Kovu.” Remy maybe was a bit cold hearted, maybe he wasn’t the best with human interactions or knew exactly what Roman wanted with that… but he knew Roman enough to realize this was important. Essentially when the said seemed to relax, his form untensing itself and being allowed to get closer of the magic being.

“Okay. Okay, okay…” Roman took a deep breath, grounding himself. Their gaze met, his next words coming a little calmer. “Okay.”

“Please don’t make me sing that serenate you made for him. I’m gonna fucking quit.”

“Oh, shut up!! Our first love is something special, mister I-Can’t-Choose-Between-The-Beast-And-The-Beauty.”

Remy decided to ignore the words, slightly lowing his sunglasses with his special Judgmental ‘Bold of you to assume I have enough shame to be mocked’ Look. Roman just flipped in his direction, taking advantage that the other’s hands were occupied.

It was still Remy, with a whole more of style and glitter – Why are there so much glitter here?? - but it was just Remy. Like just any other day.

Before he even realized, Roman was already at his friend’s - and as it seems a magical being - side, helping him to carry the robber’s body to somewhere dry so he wouldn’t die of hypothermia.

“Why don’t you- Ouch!! My feet, dammit!” His breaths came out as puffs, the effort leading to his already exhausted muscles only protest even more and very much probably curse him later with sore movements for the audacity to transport anything heavier than a pen. “Why don’t you use your... Wizard magic or something to carry him??”

“Oh. My. Gosh. Roman, you are sooo intelligent, why aren’t you in Harvard? Ow! Ow! Ow!!” Remy’s sarcasm was cut when the other kicked, or did his best to with their actual position, him in protest. “Homophobic.” He exhaled a mix of irritation and a snort, receiving a playful punch in his arm by their inside joke. “I’m your Fairy Godmother, brainless. Unless it was you laid in this stupid, cold ground I can’t use my magic anymore... Except if this is someone of your family but I doubt-”

“Wait, wait, wait, WAIT!!! YOU ARE MY FAIRY GODM-”

“No, no way, nope, we are NOT having this conversation right now.” Remy, the Fairy Godmother let go of the unconscious body in a way that probably will make the guy wake up sore, perhaps with a concussion even, directing his index finger in Roman’s direction in a deep, determined stare full of darkness and things that Roman could swear would make Remy be expelled from the group of Friendly Fairy GodmotherS or whatever... thing he was inserted. “Let me tell you what we are doing right now: We are going to home, change our clothes then I’m getting coffee and you will get sleep so I don’t have to face nor care about the freak consequences of my damn actions.”

...

“That...” Roman stop, as if was considering his next words. Remy’s face just scrunched in a bigger, firmer frown. “That would be hella scary if you didn’t look like someone who just stole a store of glitter and got attacked by the gay, glitterly, shiny fairies who protected the place.”

“Go fuck yourself. I’m locking you outside when we get there.”

“Noo, please don’t! My evil stepmother didn’t let me go to the prince castle and now I need help! Crying emoji, crying emoji.” Roman mocked, imitating sad sobs and sniffles as quick his pace to follow the other, who flipped him.

“I’m this far from knock you out with my magical wand and then you will see who is the evil stepmother.” His wand gleamed in warning, the red color getting mixed and trembled by the fast movements of his veils, one of them getting dangerously next to Roman’s face, who cleverly got silent for some heartbeats, the sound of the rain slowly calming their heartbeats and rocking them, the tiredness gaining the space which, piece by piece, was being unhanded by their adrenaline.

They arrived home, both still quiet, feeling free as a relieved sign left their lips. Remy threw his soaked jacket in some dark corner, the bed being the only thing which was allowed to take over all his thoughts and will.

An awed gasp echoed behind him and he immediately regretted his move.

“YOU HAVE WINGS????”

Before his eyelashes closed, the shiny of the wand disappearing gradually as an ungodly amount of sleepiness gained complete control over his body, relaxing each one of his fibers and as a warm, magic good feeling fills every single cell in his being, Roman wondered if ‘Fuck it’ was the name of Remy’s spell.

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ralfstrashcan · 4 years

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thoughts on the older sh generation (maryse, robert, luke, jocelyn, valentine, jia, imogen, etc)

In short: They all suck hahaha. Kidding!! (Or am I???)

Maryse. For this I wanna differentiate between Good!Maryse and Bad!Maryse. I have a lot of appreciation for Bad!Maryse because she’s a greatly balanced character, calculating, cunning, a true opportunist and dipping into emotional abuse/manipulation (though I honestly don’t think she does it intentionally).I very begrudgingly tolerate Good!Maryse. I don’t hate her redeemed state per se, but I roll my eyes whenever she’s on screen and it has everything to do with her ‘redemption’ that happened in one second and off-screen. I’m all for a character seeing the error of their ways and becoming the best version of themselves but you have to work for that and the show didn’t. Instead of showing her struggle, of showing the hardships a redemption brings, two steps forward and one step back, the glacially slow improvement of the relationship between Maryse and all the people she wronged (her children and especially Magnus) the show opted for instant forgiveness and family feels from everyone involved. And it pisses me off so much. So everytime goody two-heels Maryse makes an appearance, declares her love for Magnus and has the audacity to lead him to the altar (when this was clearly Cat’s place!!) I’m reminded of the disappointingly cheap 'character development’ we got and rage XD

Robert. What is there to say about Robert except that he’s disappointingly wasted potential in human shape? He was surprisingly supportive of Malec after 1x12, he wanted to ‘talk Maryse around’ and instead of exploring this potential of him being the supportive and less racist parent, the one with an actual cordial relationship with Izzy and exploring the family drama that ensues when he cheats, the show pushed him aside and made him a weak-spined tool that’s good for nothing. So yeah, Robert can get lost since he’s a waste of everyone’s time.

Luke. Oh yeah, my man Luke. I have a lot of fondness for Luke because he’s the cool dad friend and a cool cop. But boy does he lack common sense sometimes haha. It’s infuriating. Always sticking his fingers into weird substances instead of, idk, using his werewolf senses. He used his pack as a personal army to defend his interests (aka supporting the shadowhunters) and it’s why they cancelled him (and rightly so). He pointlessly wanted to get framed for Heidi’s massacre and gives shit advice (Maia: How do I tell people what to do when I can’t get my own life to make sense? - Luke: You’ll figure that part out.). But he’s the dad. I love his energy and the way he emotionally supports Clary and Simon and Jace and kicks ass (whenever the plot allows it, lol).

Jocelyn. Wait, did I say Robert is a waste of everyone’s time? I take it back. Jocelyn is the real waste of everyone’s time. She’s so annoying. Never gives any relevant information, is self-righteous to a degree that makes me sick, and freakin unteachable. The only good thing she ever did was leave the Circle and love Clary. But apart form that she’s constantly getting on my nerves with her pathos. Ngl I cheered when she died. *Lorenzo voice* Goodbye and good riddance.

Valentine. He’s pretty good at influencing and manipulating people, considering the fact that the only thing he has to offer is fanatism, home-cooked spaghetti and emotional abuse. I mean, why does anyone follow him? He’s supposed to be so charismatic but… I have yet to see something that convinces me. Don’t get me wrong, I love Alan van Sprang’s acting but the actions of the characters and how people react to him don’t line up at all. Anyway, as a character Valentine makes a decent villain. He’s brute force instead of refined elegance but we can’t all be Asmodeus, right?

Jia. Ugh, honestly I don’t know. I did like her up to the end of 3A because I felt she was stern but just. After that I was not so sure anymore. For example that deal she tried to strike with Iris? Shady as shit. And to this day I’m not entirely sure she didn’t know about Aldertree’s little undownworldering-downworlders-program. She does make a good politician though, I guess. I like her vibe but I’m not sure about her morality.

Imogen. *sigh* Talk about a character who could have SO EASILY EVADED HER DEMISE. Honestly. First aid first, then fire message sending. It’s not that hard. I just… smh. You get no sympathy from me, Imogen. Apart form that she’s a hypocritical hardass, pretends to care about justice but really just cares about favoritism. And her “It’s the Herondale in you” spiel is so ridiculous XD XD I mean, points for comedy?! The only thing that really works in her favor is that she’s the only character who actually looked better after a haircut. (Underhill weeps in the background. Speaking of which!)

Underhill. He’s a nice fella. Finally someone who appreciates the work Alec does as Head of the Institute. Even though he was occasionally misused as a plot device (to bait cheating angst in 3x06, to appear anti-Magnus in 3x15) there was always an acceptable explanation for his behavior so I didn’t have to resort to hating him. He really started growing on me when I included him as a background character in a few of my fics. He’s a gentleman and a true friend and I adore him.

Hodge. I’m kinda fond of Hodge even though he turns out to be a traitor. Tbh I never really got why he did that? He didn’t strike me as super anti-Downworlder so the only explanation I see is revenge on the Clave and I mean, supporting genocide just to get personal revenge? Talk about a shit morality. And how could he betray the Lightwood kids like that? He helped raise them, dammit. Can I just pretend there’s an alternate timeline where he didn’t betray them and is the cool uncle friend? Thanks.

Aldertree. Lovely as a character, despicable as a person. He’s so sleek and slimy that it’s a delight to see him act and even more delightful to see him be put in his place by Alec

Lydia. She’s not strictly part of the older sh generation but a) I headcanon her to be a few years older than Alec, what with her position as Clave Envoy and already having been married so that has to be enough because b) how could I pass up this opportunity to proclaim my love for her?? She’s a wonderful character, steadfast in spite of her less than ideal situation and her ensuing resignation. She still tries to be just and good and fight for what is right. I’m forever robbed that she just disappeared, never to be seen again during S2.

Did I forget anyone??

#shadowhunters #maryse lightwood #robert lightwood #luke garroway #jocelyn fairchild #valentine morgenstern #jia penhallow #imogen herondale #underhill #hodge starkweather #victor aldertree #lydia branwell #personal i guess

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incorrectchoniberonicaswangs · 5 years

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hey baby won't you look my way (i can be your new addiction)

Chapter 7: gays you ever just ahsnfdjsl?? part 1

Chapter Summary: Holiday parties are planned, Cheryl and Toni are Kevin's sapphic moms, an intervention is held, Alice and Hermione are adorable and everyone loves them, Kangs has some news, and Sweet Pea runs away from his problems.

Notes: theMANtle: reggie

ao3

Friday, 3:17 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: its winter break!! finally a respite from the chaos!!

jugheadalones: im so excited!

hbicheryl: hold up, hobo is excited about something??

hisshissmotherfucker: ^^ jones are you sick

jugheadalones: okay, first of all fuck you

jugheadalones: second of all im excited to return to the near-comatose state i maintain every time we have a long period of time off from school

nopeaz: that makes more sense

veroffica: as enjoyable as that likely is to you, holden caulfield, it won't be happening this break. i'm hosting a christmas eve party at the pembrooke starting at 8:00 pm and you are all invited.

veroffica: and you'd better all show up, or else i'll sic my new bodyguard on you.

goingtoheller: i assume you mean betty.

wannabett: guilty :/

spillthefogarTEA: ill be there. and NOT because of your threats

spillthefogarTEA: even though betty is kind of intimidating

goingtoheller: i'll come as well.

nopeaz: cher and ill come too

hisshissmotherfucker: i love parties im there

jugheadalones: i dont suppose i really have a choice do i?

wannabett: not really. sorry jug

jugheadalones: fine.

hbicheryl: speaking of holiday parties

hbicheryl: new years eve party, thistlehouse, time tbd, if you arent there youre dead to me

veroffica: b and i will be there.

spillthefogarTEA: me too

goingtoheller: i'll be there.

hisshissmotherfucker: i hear cheryls parties are infamously dramatic

hisshissmotherfucker: so im definitely coming

hisshissmotherfucker: as long as i dont end up doing seven minutes in heaven with archie like veronica

veroffica: will nobody ever let me forget that??

hisshissmotherfucker: nope

jugheadalones: why do all these party invites come with threats of retribution if you dont attend?

hbicheryl: bc if there wasnt then youd never come

jugheadalones: ill come. begrudgingly.

nopeaz: and ofc ill be there obviously

jugheadalones: wait am i missing something? why is that obvious?

hbicheryl: oh right we didnt tell you lol

hbicheryl: tt moved in with me

goingtoheller: WHAT??

goingtoheller: my sapphic moms moved in together aND I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA??

hisshissmotherfucker: why is keller suddenly chonis kid when did this happen??

hbicheryl: please kevin is basically toni and i's love child

hbicheryl: he has my sass (well not as good as mine but hes trying), my gayness, and my strange desire for dumbass serpents

nopeaz: and my propensity for saying 'this is riveting i cant breathe'

goingtoheller: aw, thanks, moms! mostly! :)

nopeaz: no problem son

hbicheryl: yes we are very proud of you kev (mostly)

jugheadalones: huh i never actually thought about it but that... works?

wannabett: okay cheryl and toni are like the least qualified people here to be anyones lesbian moms?? theyre literally gang members??

hbicheryl: stfu nightmare smurfette do not EVER criticize my parenting skills

hbicheryl: toni and i have slaved for weeks, even MONTHS to make sure that kevin turns into a proper young gay man

hbicheryl: and you have the AUDACITY to suggest that just because my gf and i are deeply flawed people we would corrupt poor kevin??

wannabett: uh... no?

hbicheryl: thats what i thought

nopeaz: wow angry cheryl is scary but hot

spillthefogarTEA: topaz, you are so whipped

spillthefogarTEA: and REALLY fucking gay

nopeaz: yeah ik

jugheadalones: moving on

jugheadalones: speaking of people taking a big step and deciding to live with each other... betty and veronica, we need to talk.

veroffica: um... what?

veroffica: is this some sort of intervention?

hisshissmotherfucker: yes

spillthefogarTEA: moving in together might be considered friendly if, say, betty didnt already have a house that she lives in

nopeaz: but this decision is beyond simple friendship

hbicheryl: and its certainly anything but heterosexual

wannabett: why are you guys finishing each others sentences?? did you plan this??

hisshissmotherfucker: no shit sherlock

veroffica: how do you guys even have this information??

goingtoheller: we have our ways.

wannabett: archie somehow saw our texts through my window

wannabett: jughead told me last night, sorry i didnt tell you v, i didnt know that this was going to happen

nopeaz: dammit jones why do you have to ruin all our fun!!

jugheadalones: i didnt realize that this was a rule?

jugheadalones: so anyway

jugheadalones: b&v, now that you have been confronted with cold hard proof of your undying love for each other, what do you have to say for yourselves?

wannabett: guys im straight!!

goingtoheller: ooh, betty's pulling the straight card.

hbicheryl: i called it! tt, sp, fangs, and jughead, you all owe me $10

hbicheryl: cousin betty is nothing if not predictable in the face of her sexuality being questioned

veroffica: hey, you made bets on this?? not cool!

wannabett: ^^^^

wannabett: and i am NOT predictable!!

hbicheryl: i predicted she was going to say that

hbicheryl: thats another $10 guys

hisshissmotherfucker: for once i trusted in someones willingness to admit when they were wrong and now because of that cheryl is robbing us blind! smh never again

spillthefogarTEA: veronica? you never answered the question

veroffica: uh...

veroffica: i mean, um...

veroffica: we've never even kissed! i'm pretty sure we aren't dating!

nopeaz: to be fair though i wouldnt be surprised if you two were dating without knowing it

veroffica: guys, now really isn't a good time.

jugheadalones: mmmhmm

wannabett: no seriously v and i are getting ready for the christmas eve party

wannabett: its in three days remember

hbicheryl: ugh fine i suppose thats a reasonable explanation

veroffica: and since i know that you won't let this go, at the party you can ask us whatever you want about this.

goingtoheller: wait... for real?

wannabett: uh yeah really v??

veroffica: within reason, of course.

spillthefogarTEA: wow this is more than i expected to come from this

veroffica: one condition, though. you can't pester b and i about it before the party.

veroffica: deal?

hisshissmotherfucker: deal

wannabett: now that thats settled v and i are going to get to work

veroffica: we'll probably be off the grid until maybe a few hours before the party.

[wannabett is offline]

[veroffica is offline]

hbicheryl: toni and i are already headed over to pops, anyone want to join us?

jugheadalones: wont we just be three-wheeling?

hbicheryl: not if we are in a large group

hisshissmotherfucker: ill come if you come jones

jugheadalones: sure.

hisshissmotherfucker: ill be there in five

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

jugheadalones: kevin, fangs?

spillthefogarTEA: im good

goingtoheller: ^^

nopeaz: okay otw

[nopeaz is offline]

[hbicheryl is offline]

jugheadalones: leaving now

[jugheadalones is offline]

6:35 PM

nopeaz: GUYS YOULL NEVER BELIEVE WHO JUST WALKED IN

spillthefogarTEA: who is it??

spillthefogarTEA: tell me you know im not good with suspense!!

jugheadalones: its alice cooper and hermione lodge!

hisshissmotherfucker: it seems as though archies intel was correct again

hisshissmotherfucker: damn that omniscient fucking northsider

hbicheryl: now i really wish that betty and veronica werent offline so they could hear about this

goingtoheller: why? do you hate them?

hbicheryl: hate is a strong word

hbicheryl: id say that i just occasionally want them to suffer

goingtoheller: that isn't much better...

hbicheryl: i guess ill just have to wait until the party to tell them

nopeaz: okay so they just got a booth and its basically diagonal from ours

jugheadalones: but theyre so enamoured with each other i dont think they even noticed that were here

hbicheryl: wow i dont think ive ever seen aunt alice this happy before

spillthefogarTEA: ugh this sounds so adorable i wish i was there

hisshissmotherfucker: dont worry well narrate their every movement so well itll be like you are

nopeaz: oh shit they keep reaching for each other like every five seconds

spillthefogarTEA: im WEAK

jugheadalones: its so hard to believe that they ever hated each other with the way theyre acting now

jugheadalones: homophobia can really fuck shit up huh

goingtoheller: this is the couple i never knew i needed, but now that i have seen that it's possible, i'm in love.

hisshissmotherfucker: im in shock i cant believe that the same alice cooper that grounded her daughter from any and all contact with the outside world is now just essentially the personification of heart eyes

hbicheryl: this town is so small were all basically inbred

hbicheryl: next thing you know fp and fred are going to be fucking too

jugheadalones: okay i did NOT need that image

nopeaz: AHHHH THEY WENT IN FOR A KISS MAYDAY MAYDAY THIS IS NOT A DRILL

spillthefogarTEA: AHHHHH

goingtoheller: AHHHHHHH

nopeaz: AHHHHHHH

jugheadalones: even i, being asexual and aromantic, have to admit that im loving living vicariously through these two

hisshissmotherfucker: k so they stopped

hisshissmotherfucker: wait no theyre kissing again!

hisshissmotherfucker: and again!

hisshissmotherfucker: okay now theyre just making out

nopeaz: get it girl(s)

hbicheryl: its getting pretty heated

hbicheryl: it feels like the windows are going to start fogging up

jugheadalones: oh damn they stopped

jugheadalones: ms cooper is waving pop over now

goingtoheller: is it creepy that we're so invested in their date?

spillthefogarTEA: probably not

hisshissmotherfucker: nah

jugheadalones: lets go with no

nopeaz: nope

hbicheryl: its only creepy if we get turned on

goingtoheller: moving on... what's happening now??

nopeaz: they got the check and now theyre paying

nopeaz: they can barely keep their hands off of each other

nopeaz: now theyre leaving

nopeaz: should i follow them to keep narrating?

goingtoheller: won't they notice??

jugheadalones: no theyve only got eyes for each other

jugheadalones: follow them SUBTLY while we hold down the table

nopeaz: roger that

hbicheryl: youre such a nerd

nopeaz: you love it

hbicheryl: duh

hbicheryl: now follow them!!

nopeaz: already doing it

nopeaz: so they made it to their car

nopeaz: okay wow wasnt expecting that but im not complaining

spillthefogarTEA: whats happening???

nopeaz: alice just shoved hermione up against the car door and now theyre hardcore making out

nopeaz: damn i wonder if theyre even going to get home or if theyre just going to do it in the parking lot

hisshissmotherfucker: i cant believe alice cooper and mayor lodge BOTH have better sex lives than i do wtf

goingtoheller: who knew that hermione lodge was such a bottom??

hbicheryl: well you know what they say about people in positions of power

hbicheryl: top in the streets bottom in the sheets

jugheadalones: wait cheryl that could apply to you as well

spillthefogarTEA: ooh is the class president getting the strap from the vice president

nopeaz: fuck off fangs

nopeaz: okay so they finally managed to regain some semblance of control

nopeaz: aaaaand theyre driving away

nopeaz: shows over folks

hbicheryl: lets clear out men

nopeaz: meet me by the bike cher

hbicheryl: be there in a sec babe xx

jugheadalones: wait are you telling me that cheryl blossom rode a motorcycle??

hisshissmotherfucker: yeah red i thought you said they were death traps

hbicheryl: well yeah but that was before i got on it

hbicheryl: its like a giant vibrator

hbicheryl: and riding it with toni is basically just the most acceptable type of public sex

goingtoheller: gross.

hisshissmotherfucker: never thought id agree with keller but yeah tmi

nopeaz: whatever

nopeaz: bye fuckers see you all at veronicas party

[nopeaz is offline]

[hbicheryl is offline]

jugheadalones: im headed out too

[jugheadalones is offline]

hisshissmotherfucker: me too

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

Monday, 6:43 PM

wannabett: b&v are back bitches!!

veroffica: and, looking through the chat from the past few days... i'm glad i was gone.

wannabett: although now i know what 'hot date' my mom was talking about :/

wannabett: even though i never wanted to know

wannabett: some things are best kept secret especially when your mom goes out on a date with your best friends mom!!

hbicheryl: youre welcome :)

veroffica: cheryl, at this very moment, i simultaneously respect, despise, and fear you.

hbicheryl: aw thanks thats what im always going for!

veroffica: anyway, the party will be starting in an hour or so, but some of my relatives will be over in the meantime. if you've got anything to say that doesn't involve the date my mom and betty's mom have, feel free. if you don't, go to hell.

hisshissmotherfucker: hey im in the neighborhood and i dont have anything else to do would you mind if i came over now

veroffica: sure thing!

hisshissmotherfucker: are you sure your relatives will be fine with me being there?

veroffica: yeah. i mean, betty's here too anyway!

hisshissmotherfucker: k

6:48 PM

goingtoheller + veroffica

goingtoheller: hey, would you happen to have some time you could set away during the party? fangs and i have an announcement we'd like to make.

veroffica: sure thing, kev. how does around 10 sound?

goingtoheller: perfect. thanks, v!

veroffica: no problem.

7:22 PM

gays united

hisshissmotherfucker: rn betty looks like she cant decide whether to be a guard dog or an excited puppy lmao

jugheadalones: context?

hisshissmotherfucker: veronicas greeting her relatives and bettys following her so closely shes practically stepping on her heels

goingtoheller: well, v is definitely holding betty's leash.

nopeaz: yeah veronicas got her by the collar

spillthefogarTEA: if betty doesnt watch her step then shes really going to be in the doghouse

wannabett: stop with the dog puns!! i am not a dog!!

hbicheryl: okay but you have to admit those were pretty good

wannabett: i will admit no such thing! now if youll excuse me im going to go back to talking to ronnies relatives with her

[wannabett is offline]

hisshissmotherfucker: i guess ill keep you all informed on their gay shenanigans

nopeaz: who even says shenanigans anymore??

hisshissmotherfucker: uh i do fight me

nopeaz: square up bitch

hbicheryl: if i had a dollar for every time tt and sp said that they were going to fight i would have enough money to rebuild thornhill

goingtoheller: cheryl, you're the one who burned it down in the first place.

hbicheryl: yes and??

goingtoheller: ...nevermind.

hisshissmotherfucker: im snoRTING

jugheadalones: what happened?

hisshissmotherfucker: so veronica was talking to one of her relatives right

hisshissmotherfucker: and the relative asks her if she has a boyfriend

hisshissmotherfucker: veronica laughs a little and says no so her relative looks at betty whos still trailing behind her like a shadow

hisshissmotherfucker: and knowingly says "oh i see, a girlfriend"

spillthefogarTEA: ajklfshagak i cant even

hisshissmotherfucker: both of them are sputtering uncontrollably unable to formulate a response im dying

hbicheryl: ahahah it was only a matter of time before something like this happened but im really glad it did

nopeaz: i mean relatives are supposed to know you better than anyone else right?

jugheadalones: oh b&v you oblivious wlw

goingtoheller: we're never letting them let this down, are we?

spillthefogarTEA: not a chance

hisshissmotherfucker: IT GOT BETTER

hisshissmotherfucker: veronica finally managed to speak and she (unconvincingly) insisted that she and betty were just friends etc etc and her relative just raised her eyebrows and went "mmhm"

nopeaz: drag themmmmm

hbicheryl: omg we stan

hisshissmotherfucker: im trying to stifle my laughter bc betty and veronica look like they want to murder me

hisshissmotherfucker: but you know what screw it its worth it

hisshissmotherfucker: oh shit bettys coming over here and she looks pissed

hisshissmotherfucker: hello punks, this is betty. i hope youve had your fun listening to sweet pea narrate everything but now im taking his phone and wont be giving it back until the party starts

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

jugheadalones: awww

goingtoheller: at least the party starts soon anyway. then, i'm sure we'll get even more beronica fodder.

jugheadalones: true

hbicheryl: see you then losers

spillthefogarTEA: back at ya cheryl

7:48 PM

nopeaz: cher and i are on our way

goingtoheller: fangs and i are leaving now.

jugheadalones: and im at your door at this very moment

jugheadalones: let me in

jugheadalones: okay great im in

hisshissmotherfucker: and i just got my phone back

hisshissmotherfucker: i will not stand for this tyranny! this is a republic not a monarchy!

wannabett: keep it up and im taking your phone back

hisshissmotherfucker: the oppression continues...

wannabett: sweet pea...

hisshissmotherfucker: fine

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

veroffica: now, let's get this party started!

10:03 PM

spillthefogarTEA: hey guys i know this is fun and exciting and all but would you mind congregating out in the living room? ive got some news

hisshissmotherfucker: anything for my best bro

jugheadalones: sure thing

10:07 PM

hisshissmotherfucker + theMANtle

hisshissmotherfucker: hey mantle are you free rn

theMANtle: yeah, you want me to come over to your trailer?

hisshissmotherfucker: yep im on my way there too

hisshissmotherfucker: see you in ten?

theMANtle: none of your friends will be there, right?

hisshissmotherfucker: nah theyre all still at veronicas party they wont even notice that im gone

theMANtle: not that im complaining, but why arent you?

hisshissmotherfucker: i needed a break

theMANtle: so you were hoping that i could help you blow off some steam? ;)

hisshissmotherfucker: that was the general idea

theMANtle: youre in luck, then. i currently have a lot of free time and what many call an impressive amount of stamina.

hisshissmotherfucker: perfect

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

10:15 PM

gays united

spillthefogarTEA: hey has anyone seen sweet pea? i could have sworn that i saw him before kevin and i made our announcement but now i cant find him anywhere

nopeaz: hes probably just in the bathroom or brooding in the corner somewhere

hbicheryl: dont worry about him just celebrate! youve officially got a new boyfriend!

spillthefogarTEA: "dont worry about him" have you MET me??

goingtoheller: babe, he probably just got bored and bailed.

goingtoheller: i know that he's your best friend, but he isn't who you're dating--i am. can't you forget about sweet pea for a little while and just relax?

spillthefogarTEA: i guess so

goingtoheller: great!

spillthefogarTEA: ill just text sp real quick and attempt to verify that hes still alive first

goingtoheller: whatever you need to do, fangs. i'll see you afterward.

10:19 PM

spillthefogarTEA + hisshissmotherfucker

spillthefogarTEA: hey sweets, i just wanted to make sure you didnt do anything stupid

spillthefogarTEA: i know that you arent kevins biggest fan, but youre my best friend and i dont want to lose you over him

spillthefogarTEA: i wish you were here to celebrate with me but i get it if you cant

spillthefogarTEA: please, just text me back whenever you see this to let me know that youre okay.

[spillthefogarTEA is offline]

10:41 PM

hisshissmotherfucker: thanks for being so understanding fangs but ngl i dont know if i can handle you dating keller

hisshissmotherfucker: i mean like you said

hisshissmotherfucker: we're best friends

hisshissmotherfucker: so i shouldnt have a problem with you going out with whoever you want

hisshissmotherfucker: but something about him just rubs me the wrong way

hisshissmotherfucker: sorry if that wasnt what you wanted to hear

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

Notes: Sorry, this was supposed to just be a long holiday chapter, but I had so many ideas I had to split it into two. Bear with me, please! Also, happy new year, gays! As 20gayteen comes to a close, I hope you find even more peace, prosperity, and (of course) bisexuality in 20biteen!!

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thedefinitionofbts · 6 years

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Upon Your Existence (2)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. the rest of BTS)

Genre: Science Fantasy, Fluff, Angst, Royal Au

Words: 8.1K

Description: …and so they just meet each other in these stories written inside these worlds built in their minds. Of course some will be sad, and others happy, but that’s just the way the universe is…chaotic, imperfect, but magnificently beautiful.

As the sun vanishes in sync with the rising moon, red lanterns glow luminously in the crowded courtyard, bringing the palace grounds to life. Court ladies, guests, and members of the royal sphere gather for the much-anticipated celebration. Dancers dressed in festive costume rush to the center stage, beginning their elaborate performance as music and sounds of laughter fill your ears, submerging you in a haze.

You weren’t particularly fond of imperial parties such as this one, overly extravagant and fundamentally pointless, other than the fact that it was part of tradition and a deliberate way of displaying wealth and power. You didn’t like the noise, the blinding lights, the fancy props, or the amount of wine every one drowned themselves in. It was uncomfortable, aggravating even. Your eyes search for an opening to make your escape, hoping that the eclectic assortment of activities will be enough of a distraction to conceal your empty seat next to your mother, the empress.

Luckily you find your opportunity just as she stands to serve your father wine. It’s a hasty getaway; one that you are not so unfamiliar with, as you have taken the exact same course of action at every other party that has threatened to swallow you in mind-numbing boredom.

The music diminishes the further you run, and the air finally feels breathable. You stop when you’re sure it far enough your head stops spinning, still trapped within the palace walls but at least it was a more peaceful area. It was quite, sans the chirping of crickets and occasional breeze that rustles the leaves on the trees.

You exhale a long sigh of relief, finally able to relax.

“Nice, isn’t it?”

You head whips around to the source of the voice, heart almost leaping out of your throat. “Who’s there?” You hiss, pupils shooting in various directions until it lands upon the figure sitting comfortably on the bench. It’s difficult to tell, but you can at least make out that he is a man.

He only chuckles at your alarm. “Don’t worry, I’m a prince not some assassin.”

You take a step closer to examine him. “Are you sure you are a prince, and that you are even allowed to be here?” You eye him suspiciously, his plain brown rob making it quite obvious he’s either lying or in disguise. Judging from the design of his attire, he must be from the state of Jeon, if you weren’t mistaken and if those private tutoring sessions where finally paying off.

“I am.” He answers with a slightly amused grin and a mysterious glint in his eyes. “But are you sure you are allowed to be here?”

The audacity. You make an offended face. “I’m a princess! Is it not obvious?”

He tilts his head to get a better look, making you suddenly tense at the weight of his inspection. No man has ever had the guts to stare so intently at a princess, especially not one as highly ranked as you, the first daughter of the emperor’s main wife. Even princes would not even dare to look a princess in the eye unless they were arranged to be married.

“Who knows?” He comments nonchalantly. “You could be a commoner trying to sneak into that party.” He nods towards the vivid lights filling the palace you had barely just been able to escape.

“What commoner could get their hands a dress made of dragon silk and embroidered with golden phoenix feathers?” You cross your arms.

He shrugs, feigning oblivion.

“And for the record, I was sneaking outof that party.” Your revelation causes him to cock a brow.

“A princess sneaking out of one of the grandest celebrations in the land?”

“Ugh, not you too” You frown, sighing heavily. “I don’t particularity enjoy being the center of attention, especially not when the sole purpose is to celebrate my birth.”

He looks up with the sudden realization, eyes wide but not completely in shock. “Let me guess, you’re the emperor’s first daughter.” His expression is hard to read, not as stunned as you would expect, but you usually have to give people a few minutes to let these things sink in.

“Took you long enough to figure out. Did I not just say this dress is-“

“Right, dragon silk and phoenix feathers…” He drops his gaze, face flushing ever so slightly as he nods, smiling to himself for not putting two and two together earlier.

“And you? Why are you snooping around here?”

At that he looks up, lips still curved upward. “I too just came out of there.” He tips his head toward the direction you had come.

“Oh, were you among the princes who attended?” You attempt to recall if you saw him among the group of what your mother would call “potential suitors”, but all you can dig up from the depths of your recent memory is a crowd of faceless men.

“Wow, I must really be unappealing.” He clutches his chest, pretending to be hurt.

You laugh, throwing your head back at his self-deprecating statement. “You’re…” You glance back at him, scrutinizing his features under the silvery moonlight.

As you take a moment to allow your eyes trace over the outline of his profile, you find yourself lost in how contrasting yet complimentary the details of his appearance are. His skin is glowing with youth, nose tall and perfectly shaped paired with lips that are small but plump. His jawline is sharp but his cheeks are still impossibly soft. And then there are his eyes, large and round orbs that seem to hold the stars.

“…above average.” You swallow finishing your sentence with a blatant lie and praying he can't tell you’re flustered because truth be told he was way beyond average. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever met a prince this attractive.

“I’m honored.” He grins, making your heart do things it’s never done. “It’s not every day the crown princess ranks you above average in looks.”

Your cheeks are on fire and you have to look away. “Well, there aren’t many handsome princes.”

“So are you saying I’m handsome?” His face lights up playfully.

“No! I mean, yes!” You face palm at your give away, squeezing your eyes shut and cursing your lack of composure.

He holds back a laugh, choosing to let his attention be drawn towards the surrounding area. It’s too dark to make out the trees and shrubbery, but you’re too caught up in your own embarrassment to notice him absorbed in his own thoughts. The moon is so round it almost looks fake, hanging like a giant silver coin in the dark indigo sky, so close it’s like you could touch it if you reached up.

A moment later, he speaks again. “Well, for the record, you’re just as beautiful as they say.”

At that you turn to him, meeting his gaze. Time stills with only the sound of crickets chirping and the muffled noises of the celebration present to signal it’s still getting later.

“May I ask your full name?” You manage to request.

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.” He replies, lips twitching up at the corners.

“Jungkook...” You repeat, solidifying the syllables in your head. “How long will you be staying here?”

“A while actually.”

“Oh, I see.” You nod, suddenly too nervous to solicit your next question.

Thankfully he jumps in just before the pause becomes awkward. “If you’re free, we could maybe, perhaps meet at the summer garden sometime?”

“I am!” You mentally face palm again, regretting answering so zealously, like you weren’t a princess meant to stay poised.

His face lights up again. “Then I shall be waiting.”

…

Early morning calligraphy lessons were the worst.

Master Lee was one of the best teachers in the land, but that also made him extra strict when it came to your writing. From the way you held the brush, to the form in which you maneuvered your wrist to paint each stroke, he was critical down to the last detail. You didn’t like calligraphy class, never did. Being shut in a room for hours at a time with your instructor breathing down your back was never your cup of tea. It didn’t help that you never saw much improvement in your skills, despite having taken lessons since you were six years old.

This morning was no different from any other, with the sun’s pale yellow rays barely penetrating through the window, open just wide enough to light up the dusty room but not enough for you to comfortable enjoy the view of the outdoors, a place you long to be.

“Stay focused, and loosen your grip” Master Lee’s stern voice echoes from across the room, making you whip your head back to the thin canvas in front of you. The characters you had already written in black ink staring back at you, each more hideous than the last.

You hated calligraphy.

“Master Lee, can you tell me about the State of Jeon?” The query slips past your lips, surprising even yourself, but ever since last night, you had not stopped thinking about the mysterious prince you had met.

“They are craftsmen. Artists. Known for their paintings and music.” He replies, slowly walking around the room. “Why the sudden curiosity?”

“Well, I met a prince from there last night.” You pause, regretting not being more discreet.

“Ah, the eldest Jeon and heir to the throne.” He nods, before stopping to furrow his brows. “Junghyun, was it?”

“He said his name was Jungkook.” You correct, wondering if you actually heard wrong last night.

“Oh, the younger brother.” Master Lee chuckles. “I’ve heard much about him. Yes. He’s quite the talented painter, cares nothing about statewide affairs or politics, but loves the arts.”

Your ears perk up at this newly revealed information. Today was the day you were supposedly meeting him at the summer garden, an arrangement you had hastily agreed to less than twelve hours ago. The thought of it makes your heart pound. Would he actually show up? What if he forgets? And why are you so excited to see someone you barely knew?

The questions continue to spin through your mind, along with fuzzy images of his appearance under the moonlight, the way his eyes twinkled beneath the stars and his alluring smile somehow conveying more than words ever could.

“Princess Y/N” Master Lee’s abrupt reminder triggers you to jump in your chair.

You look down to see that in the midst of your daydreaming, you had let your soaking brush settle in one spot for too long, causing the ink to drench the cloth sheet, leaving a giant black glob where the end of your stroke should’ve glided smoothly into a pointed tail.

“Sorry, Master” You clear your throat, hoping he won’t report this to your mother, or worse…make you start all over.

You hear him release a loud sigh, the disappointment evident in his features. “One more time” He grumbles.

…

The spring breeze is dry and not so subtly grassy. Warm sunlight drapes over your exposed skin, putting you at peace amidst the subdued, yet perceivable anxiousness building in your stomach. After being inside for so long, the brightness of midday is almost blinding, but your eyes soon adjust enough for you to take in the lovely scenery- the calm surface of the pond blanketed with lily pads and lotus flowers, the small stone bridge drawing a perfect half circle above the water, and the willow trees dancing along the shores.

It’s a scene you’ve been familiar with since you were young. The beauty of the summer garden always drew you to make daily visits, always alone, always for the purpose of escaping the maids who watched your every step, away from your mother who would endlessly remind you of your duties as a princess, and away from confining palace life, even if it was short lived and not even that far away. Trips to the garden were always relaxing, but today your heart is brimming with anticipation.

Your eyes scan the area for signs of the person you had come to see, the person you expect to be waiting for you. It doesn’t take long for you to spot him standing under the pavilion overlooking the picturesque area. His arms are crossed behind his back, and you suspect he has yet to become aware of your presence.

“Prince Jeon?” You voice as you walk up to him, feeling the knot in your chest tighten a tad bit.

He’s initially startled when he turns, eyes stretched wide akin to that of a child’s, but a joyous smiles appears the second he realizes it’s you.

“Princess Y/N” He bows respectfully, causing you to giggle.

“What’s this now? You’re finally convinced I’m not a commoner?”

He laughs. “Would you prefer I ditch the formalities?”

“Sure” You shrug, having never been a fan of the rules of proper conduct to begin with. “When no one else is around, we can just be commoners. So I can just call you Jungkook, right?” The name rolls off your tongue surprisingly well, like muscle memory, despite it being only the second or third time you’ve physically pronounced it.

“Of course.” He gazes into your eyes for a moment too long, as if waiting for something serendipitous, but it only elicits a choked up response from you.

“On second thought, Prince Jeon works too” You divert your eyes, wishing your heart would stop skipping beats.

He only smiles at that, switching his attention back to the pond.

You decide to change the subject. “You said you would be here in the capital for a while? For what reason?”

“I’m taking lessons like I suspect you do as well, only they’re probably not as fun as yours.”

“Ugh, my lessons are not fun. I hate calligraphy.”

He giggles. “Hey, at least it’s better than arithmetic and imperial history.”

Your eyes enlarge in realization. “Oh, you’re preparing for the imperial exams.”

He scrunched his nose cutely, sticking out his tongue in distaste. “If only I could get out of it. I honestly don’t see the point.”

“You have no interest in obtaining a government position.” You state, recalling Master Lee’s words.

“Not in the slightest.”

The two of you end up chatting for the rest of the afternoon. You don’t actually learn that much about him because you find yourself talking more about yourself than asking him the questions you had formerly been curious about. Prince Jeon is just too good of listener that you don’t feel the need to hold back on anything. He’s not judgmental, and he seems to always know the right thing to say, which has never been the case with a single soul you’ve had the honor of speaking to. You have honestly never met anyone this easy to open up to, not that you had any secrets to hide or anything, but it was just like conversing with a friend you always wished you had, one who genuinely enjoyed your anecdotes and complaints about life as a princess, no matter how stupid they were.

“And so I told my mother that she stole my necklace, even though she didn’t.” You feel nonsensical revealing such an embarrassing story that painted you in such ugly light, but it was freeing to finally get it off of you chest after so many years. “Petty, right?”

Jungkook pauses in consideration. “Petty, but understandable. I mean, she only visited you to receive gifts, and she didn’t even want to be friends with you. Of course you had to find some way to get your mother to stop inviting her over.”

“Exactly!” You exasperate, finally feeling validated. “And here I thought I would never be forgiven for my sins.”

Your outburst makes him laugh. You were about to join him until you feel the side of your shoe break. Looking down, you see the whites of your sock poking through the silken fabric and the sole flapping down when you lift your foot.

“My mother is going to kill me.” You groan. “You would think the shoemaker would choose more durable material for the royal family.”

“I guess he didn’t anticipate the princess being on her feet for hours.”

You look around to gauge how far you are from the palace; mentally calculating how much more damage you could do if you decide to hobble back on one foot. The summer garden wasn’t that far from the outer walls, perhaps you could make it back with clean socks if you are careful. Only that would probably take double the amount of time, and a glance at the sky tells you the sun is quickly inching closer and closer to the horizon.

Jungkook senses your contemplation. “If you allow it, I can carry you back,” He offers.

You turn to stare at him in disbelief, sensing your cheeks heating up at the thought. “C-carry me?”

He nods as if it was the most normal circumstance to be in, and it only makes your heart pound faster.

“I’m r-really h-heavy though.” You stutter, swallowing the saliva that had built in your mouth.

“I’m really strong though” He smirks, tilting his head suggestively.

You almost choke at his gesture. “I- I m-mean, ok-”

You aren’t even allowed to finish your sentence before he sweeps you off your feet bridal style. Holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut, you can feel the firm muscles of his arms on the back of your thighs and curving around your back. Swinging your arms around his neck in fear of falling off, you pray that he can’t hear how loud the thumping in your chest is.

“So tell me about the time you purposely got sick just to skip class.”

“Oh god, you really want to know the details?” You feel the knots in your stomach loosen and your heart slowing down. Either he can tell that you’re nervous, or the part about him knowing exactly the right thing to say is so true it’s uncanny, you decide it’s better to not question it.

The sun was beginning to set, making you wonder where the time had gone. If only all of your private lessons passed by this quickly you’d really be set. Lost in your thoughts and wishes, you continue your stories as he carries you securely all the way back.

…

You end up meeting Prince Jeon in the garden many more times after that. Spending most of your time chatting, over anything and everything, or just strolling around in silence enjoying each other’s company.

The garden hadn’t changed in all the years you played in it when you were younger, but being here with someone you were slowly falling in love with was an entirely new experience. You could never get enough of that feeling of being with him, listening to his voice tell you words you didn’t even know you wanted to hear, meeting his gaze and catching glimpses of the way he looked at you as if you were the prettiest girl in the world.

You still remember the first time he suggested sneaking down to the village, dressed in commoner’s wardrobe consisting of ragged pants and a brown robe much like the one you had seen him sport the first night you met him.

“No peeking” You warn, looking to make sure he’s looking the other way before you undress.

“I won’t,” He assures with his back still facing you.

You had quickly removed your silken robe to put on the scruffy brown one, glad that it fit well enough to not look like stolen clothing.

“Now we are both commoners.” He giggles, eyes crinkling at the edges.

And just like that, you sneak out of the palace without the knowledge of the royal guards or the maids responsible for having their eyes on you. It’s a short trip once you get past the assorted gardens and the spacious homes of the nobles that encircle the palace just outside the impenetrable stonewalls.

You had only ever captured glimpses of these kinds of villages through the curtain of your horse drawn carriage on those rare instances you traveled for royal affairs, mostly to accompany your father on his visits other states. You had never imagines one day walking along a busy street, exploring the endless commodity stalls and restaurants clustered along cobblestone roads packed with people.

It was thrilling, seeing so many new things and tasting food you’re sure you aren’t allowed to eat, to go where you wanted and not worry about conducting yourself the way you have been told to all your life. You felt uninhibited, and you absolutely loved it.

You loved laughing so hard your belly hurt. You especially loved watching Jungkook’s eyes light up when he found something exciting to show you and his smile when you react in an equally fascinated way. You loved hearing his laughter ring through the air that embraces you, the look on his face when he puts something delicious in his mouth and subsequently offers some for you to try, and his enthusiastic voice when he spots a place he’s sure you’ll like, which you always do. And most of all, you loved the way he intertwined your hands as if proving to the universe that they were meant to remain that way, forming a perfect pair like the sun and the moon. He would hold one to you tightly, leading you through the streets of the crowded village and making sure you were never separated, making sure you were always together.

Everything felt too good to be true, and just when you thought life as a princess was finally starting to become tolerable with the aid of these escapades; you are proven to have spoken too soon.

…

It’s always when things are steadily going well in your life that people have to come and ruin it.

Your future marriage was the one subject you despised more than calligraphy class, and leave it to your mother to guilt trip you with mentions of your responsibility as the daughter of the emperor and how hard your father has worked and will work to build an even stronger empire. So of course you are obligated to agree to whomever she deems the best arrangement for the sake of your ruling family, even if that person was someone you had never met. You had avoided it for as long as you could, but being at the age you were, it was only a matter of time before the agreement had to be settled.

“You’re still going down to that garden to play?” You’re mothers voice rings across the empty hallway just as you were about to leave the palace. You hear her exhale loudly, and you were not in the mood to deal with her.

“It’s one of my favorite places.” You defend, feeling a bit annoyed at her attitude towards you and the things you loved, although you should be used to it by now.

“You’ll never grow up, will you?” She shakes her head powerlessly, acting like she wasn’t one of the main reasons you felt the need to escape in the first place.

“Nope” You answer, running off and allowing your legs to carry you faster than they normally do, wanting nothing more than to get out of that prison of a palace, that life you wished you were never born into.

You try to block out the thoughts of the conversation you had had with her the night before as you race to the usual meeting spot, almost bursting into tears when you see the only person you ever really want to see.

“Jungkook!” You shout as you jump into his arms, relishing in the manner he lifts and twirls you around in the air so effortlessly.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, when he senses something is not right.

“I, umm, have something to tell you…” You swallow, trying to figure out the best way to break the news. After all, he of all people deserves to know. “My marriage arrangement has been settled.”

There’s a suffocating pause.

“And you’ve agreed to it?” He doesn’t look at you directly, choosing to instead stare blankly at the blooming flowers on the ground.

You search for signs of disappointment, almost in desperation, but find his countenance impossible to read.

“I had to…I’m of age...” You murmur, swallowing thickly.

“Is it some old king who has offered your father his land in exchange?” His voice is stiff, and you can see his jaw clench. “Or perhaps command of his army?”

“Are you implying my parents would throw me under the bus for the sake of the empire?” You glare at him more sharply than you intend to, feeling your blood start to boil.

He looks up to meet your eyes. “I’m not saying that’s what I’m saying… but that’s exactly what I’m saying.” He inhales heavily. “What’s the point in being the emperor’s eldest daughter if you can’t even make your own decisions?”

“The point is, I have a choice…” You swallow tautly, quickly losing confidence in your own statement. It wasn't a complete lie, but anyone even remotely familiar with the imperial system would know that royal weddings are for the sole purpose of keeping peace between the warring states. Only a fool would believe personal preference was ever taken into account, even if one was the emperor’s eldest daughter and crown princess.

“To choose among those already chosen?” His words aren’t in any way mocking, though you had expected them to be based on how he’s expressed his opinions so far. His tone is rather despondent, and you find it difficult to determine what his stance on the matter is. He doesn’t sound like he cares, in fact, why should he? But at the same time, his expression tells a different story.

“I’ve already chosen Yifan from the State of Wu.” Now you are actually lying. You avoid his gaze as the memory of how your mother had convinced you to agree to the arrangement on the fact that relations between your father’s empire and the State of Wu have always been rocky at best.

“The Prince of Wu, huh?” Prince Jeon nods, staring blankly at the ground and refraining from commenting further.

You cross your arms, unsatisfied with his partial response that you don’t even know what to do with. “What? Is he not a good choice?”

He looks up. “Oh no, no. I have nothing against your…choice…” He walks over to examine the old willow tree by the pond, pretending to be partially distracted which only elevates your annoyance at his evasiveness. “He just doesn’t seem like your…type…”

You smirk at his last sentence. “And how would you know what my typeis?” You counter in the same tone as you walk over to grab his attention.

He turns around just as you sneak up behind him and almost knocks you backwards in the process, but he slings his arm around your waist just before you stumble. “Someone’s who’s not going around collecting concubines.” He flashes you another one of his amused smiles and you can feel his warm breath flutter over your parted lips.

You had heard rumors of Prince Wu’s promiscuous activities, but you didn’t know word had spread beyond the boundary of maid’s gossip.

You groan in defeat, realizing he had seen right through you from the beginning. “There’s nothing I can do about it.” You reveal the truth in a dejected murmur, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

There’s a long pause and you fear that he really doesn’t care enough to comfort you anymore, but when you look up to meet his soft gaze that had never left you, you’re unable to move an inch.

“Run away with me.” His hold around your waist is steady, and his eyes are so sincere you forget to breathe.

Your mouth drops open at his statement, at loss for words or any kind of response for that matter.

“There are lands beyond this empire, magnificent places where you and I can be free from all of this that we have no say over.” He gives you a firm, confident squeeze, eagerness written all over his features. “Wouldn’t you like that as well?” He adds in a more tender manner.

“R-Run away?” You repeat, slowly slipping out of his embrace in an attempt to clear your mind because god knows you can’t think straight when his lips are mere centimeters from your face looking so luscious and soft.

“We can leave at dawn,” He asserts, placing his hands on each side of your shoulders and forcing you to look him in the eyes. The sunlight reflecting off his glassy pupils is enough to convey his longing for you to say yes, and in that moment, you can’t stop yourself from doing so even if you wanted to because truth be told, he could’ve proposed to jump off a cliff together and you would gladly accept.

…

The following morning happens in a blur.

Jungkook comes for you exactly as he had said, at dawn when the first light of the daybreak sun has barely emerged above the treetops. It's dark, and you are not entirely awake. Everything is delivered in hushed voices and whispers of encouragement. You remember your frenzied thoughts, the torrent of worries and questions that spin in your head. They do not plan on slowing down anytime soon, but Jungkook’s grip on your had is the only sedative you need. It's an unspoken promise to protect you, to never let you go.

And that is more than enough to prevent you from looking back. Not when the sunlight finally hits the palace walls, not when it cascades over the summer garden like a sheet of gold, and not even when the last sights of your former home disappears in the distance.

“Will you miss it?” Jungkook’s voice is soft as you continue to stare at the path in front, not realizing you hadn’t said a word to him since the two of you snuck out of the capital. It must have been hours, and he hadn’t disturbed the silence until now, giving you much needed space to let this all sink in.

“I don’t know.” You answer truthfully, still trying to make out what you were feeling. It wasn’t that easy to figure out. You had never done something so daring, so unplanned, so…borderline insane. You couldn’t possibly feel nothing, but would you really miss a place you had always wanted to leave?

“I will” He exhales. “I’ll miss my family, my room, going hunting with my father, the only place I ever knew…”

“So you regret it already?” You cut in, confused by his confession.

He shakes his head, smiling as he searches in your eyes. “I don’t regret any of this.” He holds up your interlinked hands, giving you a tight squeeze. “I never will.”

There’s an uplifting firmness in his tone, full of hope and life, and it makes you certain you won’t ever regret any of this either.

Jungkook had packed enough food to last until the two of you make it to the next village, according to the map he had on hand. You hadn’t even thought of the preparations he had made for this journey, but judging by all the things he was carrying, this was far from a last minute decision.

“You made this yourself?” You examine the flower shaped rice cakes in the small tin box, studying the intricate details and wondering how he managed to make something so beautiful.

“It’s probably nothing compared to what the royal cook makes, but everything tastes good when you’re hungry right?” He takes a bit and you follow suit.

The sweetness of the pastry engulfs your taste buds, making you gasp. “They’re delicious!” You compliment with your mouth full, blushing when he smiles as your delight and gazes lovingly into your eyes.

It is not long before you are back on your feet, making your way along the trail. The path winds into the forest, making it difficult to see the end, not that you could tell if it even had one. You were aware the two of you were walking on an incline, knowing that an impenetrable mountain range acted as a fortress around the capital city. They always looked so far away from atop the palace walls at the watchtower, so majestic and foreboding. You would’ve never imagined you’d one day be hiking up them like this.

“This is going to be a long trip, isn't it?” You sigh heavily, already feeling your legs getting sore. You had never walk for this long, let alone treaded up mountains. You vaguely wonder how Jungkook can carry everything he is and not feel tired.

“I prefer to call it a quest.”

You burst into laughter. “A quest?”

“Sounds more fun that way” He grins.

“How do you know all of this?” You’re suddenly hit with the urge to inquire, having forgotten to ask him how he had planned such a big move.

“All of what?” He smiles playfully, verging on mischievous.

“About the lands beyond my father’s empire.” You gesture to the endless plains below, the farmlands and rice paddies, all the way to where the celestial sky meets the earth. “Ever since I was young, my mother had always told me all the lands beneath this sky belonged to my family, or at least will eventually once all the states are united.”

You hear him chuckle lightly. “I read about it once. In a book I found in the forbidden library. Don’t ask how I got there. I was five and there was a secret passage.” He grins to himself as he recalls the foggy memory.

“And ever since then, you’ve wanted to run away?”

“Oh, no” He shakes his head, laughing even harder. “I was way to scared to do that…” He falls silent. “…until I met you…”

…

Days pass so naturally, you lose track of time.

The mountains are endless, but the world is breathtaking. You visit quint little villages with children running around, bustling towns full of goods from across the land, and quite farms that extend for miles on end. You travel through various forest filled with the unique scents of varying flora, past grasslands that ripple in the wind, along rivers leading to vast lakes and spectacular waterfalls, witnessing the raw beauty that had been denied to you all your life; places you would’ve never gotten to see had you not chosen to run away with him, and for that you are already eternally grateful.

Sometimes you find him observing the wild flowers on the side of the road, braiding their stems together and creating colorful bracelets that he’s always ecstatic to gift you. Most of all, you liked to watch him when he didn’t know you were there, admiring the care and concentration he pours into anything he does. You’ve memorized the way his eyebrows are knitted and pupils are trained on the object in his hands, almost able to feel the force of his devotion even as a bystander.

You had never seen a man take the time to create something so delicate, something that required so much patience to come to fruition. Your brothers and all the royal men you’ve met in your life had glorified activities such as sword fighting, archery, and horseback riding while poking fun of weaving and braiding as things only suited for women and the weak. But here you were presented with a man who has proven his strength time and time again take part in such a meticulous act while genuinely enjoying the process.

You’ve grown up learning that men were aggressive, controlling and assertive, but Jungkook was affectionate, compassionate, and gentle. He is the rain that showers the earth with love in the form of liquid crystals, the sun that rises each morning without fail, the soft wind that whispers secrets in your ear. He is an open book that invites you to read and turns out to be a story you can never forget.

You are lying in his arms late one evening, hidden under the arbors of giant trees, when a random thought strikes you.

“Are we any different from criminals now that we’ve essentially broken the law?”

Jungkook hums softly. “Well, I am not a prince anymore, and you are not a princess.”

“We are just commoners then?” You draw circles on his chest, calmed by the motion of his breathing.

“Hmm, I think lost stars would be a more accurate description.”

“Lost stars?”

He points at an opening between the branches, exposing the sky that is now a dark expanse dotted with gems. It’s a view you had never spent enough time looking at, but now that you are, it’s mesmerizing.

“They are so far apart, and yet from here, they look like they are right next to each other, mingling in a place that would be empty without their light.” He turns to cradle you in his arms, an action you are more than willing to welcome.

His body is so warm that you didn’t realize how cold you were until his skin came into contact with yours. Your eyelids are heavy, and you have to fight the slumber that is trying to overcome you. You want to stay awake, to listen to his soothing voice tell you more about the stars, but it’s a battle you cannot win.

Your last thought is not tainted by the fear that he might be gone the next morning because you know you will wake up in his arms. You don’t think you’ll ever be more certain of anything.

…

The cool blue sky merging with the warm glow of the orange sunset is a color combination engraved in your heart.

Along with the mountains casting shadows over the grasslands and the sound of roaring waterfalls that never falter, it is a continuous reminder that this moment had not stilled and that the world is still in motion. Time is flowing like the stream that weaves through the valley, and your heart has never felt so full.

You let your eyes settle on the man standing next to you, his lips glistening from the waning light, hair ruffling in the breeze. He is engrossed by the scenery, but you are enchanted by the sunset reflected in his eyes.

It almost makes you feel guilty for not fully appreciating the beauty that surrounds you in a moment as rare as this, but he is too captivating, the way his features fully capture the essence of the splendor you have soaked in for the past few weeks.

Tracing along the outline of his profile, your breath hitches when he suddenly turns to catch you staring at him. His lips curve upwards matching the dreamy look in his eyes and the faint flush of his cheeks.

You forget to take your next breath as he leans in, irises previously reflecting the sun now reflecting the most dazzling image of you.

“May I?” He whispers, his lips already lightly brushing yours.

You nod, closing your eyes when he presses his lips deeply against yours, sending shock waves running up your body. You can feel his hands secure your waist, making sure you don’t lose your balance. There is no urgency in his movement, no unhinged desire displayed by his tongue, but instead the action is coated with a tenderness that speaks of unbroken promises. It’s calm like the sunset that was slowing fading, flickering like the stars that were gradually appearing, and delicate much like the way he braids flowers.

And it is there on the edge of a cliff overlooking the land beneath the earth’s sky, that you share your first and last kiss with Prince Jeon Jungkook.

…

Maybe you had underestimated the power of your father’s army, or maybe this was fate’s way of punishing you for breaking the rules.

You can feel his hand gripping yours as the two of you run as fast as your legs can carry you, and you know he can get away if you just let go, if you just stopped and turned yourself in. The imperial soldiers were really only after you, and maybe if you gave in now, they would spare Prince Jeon’s life and let him flee.

“J-Jung-Kook” You croak between your heavy breathing and your quick glances to check if the men on horseback were closing in. You allow your hold on his hand to loosen.

“I- know what you’re-thinking” He says, gripping your hand even tighter, preventing you from making the sacrifice you had been mulling over.

His words are reassuring, but there’s an undertone of desperation that hints at something more. You don’t have the time or concentration to figure out what it is, but your ears are thankfully sharp enough to pick up his last plea.

“Please, never let go of me” It’s barely a whisper, and you almost think you are hallucinating when you see him turn to set his eyes on you one last time. Those glassy orbs never fail to make your heart skip a beat, upturned lips unfitting of the situation you were in, but nevertheless providing the exact kind of comfort you need.

It’s a kind of smile you hadn’t seen on him before, one that isn’t easy to decipher because it wasn’t making an appearance due to joy or relief or even for the purpose of soothing the tension in your chest. Instead, its manifestation makes you feel a sense of familiarity that does not stem from however long you’ve known him, but more….

More…

What is it?

…

...

“What happened to him?”

“Hmm?”

“The prince” Namjoon clarifies.

“Oh, he…” You see a flash of red, the sound of horse hooves thumping against the ground, the shouts of men on horseback, arrows zipping through the air, and a deafening cry of pain. “He and I lived happily ever after.” You force yourself to smile, despite knowing that it’s a lie.

Namjoon remains still, and you’re afraid he read past your fabrication. “That’s nice.” He murmurs, smiling to himself and looking at the ground.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It’s become a habit of yours-convincing yourself to believe in something you know didn’t happen. And it’s not that you weren’t a fan of sad endings, in fact, you’ve always enjoyed stories that made you cry because they were always more memorable that way. But knowing that it was he who met a tragic end was just too…heartbreaking.

“Is it enough to know he only exists in your mind?”

Namjoon’s abrupt question echoes through the lab and disturbs your silent thoughts. You look up to see that he is on his computer; analyzing your brain recordings from the session you just came out of. It takes you a moment to register and come up with a proper response, but you manage to form an honest answer.

“I’ve been convincing myself it is for years.” You exhale fondly, reminded of how hard it was for you to accept the truth and how it still lives as embroidered scar in the center of your heart. The fact that he doesn’t exist is something you’re glad you finally came to terms with because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to do what you do now.

In the past, the thought of him not being real was painfully depressing, leaving you distraught every time you thought about him and how wonderful it would be if he existed in reality. At one point, instead of making you grateful that you could at least feel that sort of happiness in your mind, it became draining and upsetting, always being tangled in wishes that would never come true. It was a difficult time, being in your mid-twenties, so lost in life, both in terms of your career and family. With everyone around you trying to give you unasked for advice, none of it being even remotely helpful because no one understood that you didn’t really want any of that.

And there you were, longing for someone you could barely put a name or face to. It’s ridiculous to think about now, but it’s a past you can’t deny. Luckily, you’ve found your way to a healthier state of mind.

“Do you ever wonder if he’s someone you might’ve met in real life?” Namjoon has turned to peer at you now, expectantly waiting for a response.

You pause, holding his gaze for a bit longer than usual. “I can’t think of a single person he’s even similar to. He’s too perfect.” You chuckle to yourself, feeling like a teenage girl talking about her crush.

“I mean, even in dreams, do you ever see people that you’ve never seen in real life?” Namjoon furrows his brows. “There has to be a source that all of this stems from.”

“My childish fantasies?” You continue laughing, and even Namjoon is forced to smile, shaking his head.

“Tell me more about it.” He walks over and pulls up a chair in front of you, folding his hands and placing them gentle on his lap as if he were waiting to listen to a lengthy story.

“About what? About him?” You cock a brow, finding it peculiar that he’s so interested in your adventures, but he always has been.

“About everything.”

You lay back down on the metal surface, staring at the ceiling. “When I’m in these sessions, I’m not consciously aware that I am and that none of it is real. I meet him for the first time every single time, and yet there is no incongruity in my mind or my memories. It’s like everything is wiped clean, and I start off on a blank slate. I just get this visceral feeling of familiarity and it’s so vague and weak, I just ignore it.” You purse your lips, digging for the right description. “The series of events are already planned, and I can’t change anything even though it feels like I have control over my decisions. I’m actually just living through a story that is already written. There are sessions where I only spend a single day with him others where it spans over the course of years, and yet each one has never felt short of a lifetime.”

“Does he look and act the same every time?”

You shake your head, closing your eyes and trying desperately to recall his face, but you can’t see him. It’s a blank canvas.

“He different depending on the story…but there’s just something about him that doesn’t change. And I can’t describe what it is, but it’s the reason I can recognize him in every scenario no matter what character he plays.” You sigh. “Well, I guess he always looks more or less the same. Maybe with a different hair color, or different clothes perhaps…” You chuckle under your breath, attempting to conjure that heart fluttering feeling you get when you see his physical appearance. “Am I superficial for making him absolutely beautiful?”

The corner of Namjoon’s lip twitches upward as he shakes his head. “No, not at all.”

“But, I think…I think I could recognize him even if I were blind.” You trail the patterns on the ceiling, zoning out ever so slightly. “He’s the only person that can hear me. And in the end it's always almost as if he knows, but at the same time it’s impossible for that to be true. And I know it’s just something that has to do with the way my brain constructs the whole scenario, but I just can’t seem to get over that look in his eyes. I know it’s not real, none of it is, but in that moment, he is the closest thing to reality.”

“What in reality is the closest thing to him then?” Namjoon’s question induces your vision to refocus.

“I don't know. There isn’t anything.” You answer without giving it much thought.

“Then tell me this, Professor Y/L/N,” He diverts his gaze to window overlooking the university campus; the colorful autumn leaves littering the lawns. “Can you accurately imagine a feeling you’ve never felt before?”

His inquiry catches you off guard. “Are you trying to convince me I’m wrong to believe the human mind is as boundless as it is?” You turn to face him.

“No” He shakes his head. “I’m merely…curious. I find it fascinating that the subconscious mind has such powerful abilities…I also find it hard to believe that a women like you has remained single all these years.”

You can see the hint of rosiness staining his cheeks, but his expression speaks of nothing but admiration and respect. “I have long past those days of receiving such flattering comments. But thank you.”

He smiles widely, a pair of dimples forming where the rosiness once was.

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skerbango-blog · 6 years

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Fighter Pilot Songs

By SoK

Beer-drinking songs in the military have a long and storied tradition. Get more than 2 military guys in a bar, and one of them is going to break out in some stupid song. The Marine Corps has its own aviation songs, but they are absolutely nothing compared to what the Air Force has put out.

Dos Gringos is an American folk rock band, whose two members (Chris "Snooze" Kurek and Rob "Trip" Raymond) are F-16 Viper pilots.. Together, they're trying to keep the tradition of the "fighter pilot song" alive.

Dos Gringos' origin starts at Luke Air Force Base, where Chris Kurek was first exposed to fighter pilot songs during his training. The instructors had the students sing a song at the bar on Friday nights—but it eventually became apparent that most of these songs were from the Vietnam War and didn't have much relation to the things a modern USAF pilot experiences. That inspired Chris to start writing his own.

Later, Chris befriended Rob Raymond on their first base assignment after training. Rob's talent with the guitar was just what Chris needed, and the two started playing together at nearly every squadron function. Eventually, when asked what the name of their band was, Rob impulsively said, "Dos Gringos!" Though Chris was initially concerned that they might get mistaken for a mariachi band, the name's stuck.

If you're planning on checking these guys out, though, be aware—most of what Dos Gringos does are Bawdy Songs full of audacity. Suffice to say, these guys wouldn't be work safe to listen to at a lot of places. Second, as they were written for the fighter pilot community (and associated personnel), their songs will sound like a second language to civilian listeners, unless they know quite a bit about NATO brevity code, fighter pilot slang, and USAF jargon. Well, except for the profanity. That's a universal language.

Most of their shit is specatacularly funny. I’ll post some of the videos, but one of my favorites is “I’m a Pilot”, the lyrics of which are:

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Well I walk up to you and I shake your hand Ask you how your day was, you were up all night, that sucks I understand Now hurry the fuck up ‘cause I don’t want to wait I’m in a hurry and it’s your fault I’m stepping 20 minutes late

‘Cause I’m a pilot, I only care about me I don’t give a fuck if I bring your jet back code 2 or code 3 I’m a pilot and I never make mistakes I’ll take the credit if it aint broken, I’ll blame you if it breaks

I don’t even know where the oil filter lies But I’ll tell you fix it faster, goddammit! ‘Cause I’m the one who flies And I’ll leave FOD in the cockpit without even a trace Then I’ll over G the targeting pod with a smile on my face

I’ll put out some chaff, maybe a flare. Aw fuck it ‘Cause when I get back I want to see you have to replace the whole damn bucket And the ECM pod that one’s my favorite joke Forget to turn it on? Fuck no! It just pisses me off when something aint broke

‘Cause I’m a pilot and I’m a mean old son of a bitch. Yeah I know that it sucks that it’s all cold and rainy outside and here I am inside my cockpit all warm and toasty.

Hey crewchief, while you’re at it, why don’t you get my tapes for me? What? Do you think I want to hold this helmet bag all damn day?

I’ll piss on your seat and blame it on a leak Oh wait, gotta think of something else that’s the same excuse that I used last week

When I’m taxiing in do whatever it is you do You can do a dance, pull down your pants, I don’t care I not even looking at you And I’m sorry I scratched your jet up, maybe she had an itch ‘Cause your baby may have your name on her, but I just made her my bitch

Others worth listening to:

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hyungswons-blog · 7 years

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dark side of the moon.

Characters: Lee Jooheon, Female Reader, small appearance from Lee Minhyuk

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: badboy!jooheon, fuckboy!jooheon, college au, smut, shower sex, cheating, mentions of drugs and violence (nothing explicit), brief gore (don’t get too excited), jooheon’s bra fetish

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Part: One Part two coming soon!

a/n: the support i’ve gotten on my kihyun fic is just... out of this world! i’ve wanted to give mbbs a gift to show my appreciation and to celebrate my birthday (which was on oct 1) but it just so happened that i got really sick and had to postpone posting this. but here i am! with a longer fic this time!! this is only part one , as it got too long. i haven’t proofread it, but i still hope you enjoy it despite any mistakes!

+ gif is not mine, but the contents of the story are.

Everyone always says to expect the unexpected, but there are some things in life that you can never imagine happening, nor do you wish for it to happen. You can’t predict death or disasters, just like you can’t predict what each new day will bring to your life.

When you open the door at 10pm on a Tuesday night, the last person you expect—or even want—to see is Lee Jooheon.

“Hi, Y/N,” he grins, as if you’re neighbours and he’s come to borrow a cup of sugar. But he’s not even supposed to be in this city anymore, and you haven’t seen him since senior year of high school, 3 years ago. “Long time no see.”

Forming a sentence is hard when seeing his face brings back so many memories. He’s more handsome now, with matured features and he’s finally dyed his hair back to black (the red undercut was too try hard in your opinion), but you know what he uses that attractive face for. “What are you doing here?”

Jooheon doesn’t explain much. He’s always been a little secretive about his motives, yet ever vocal about his experience in bed (among the many other places he’s deflowered the entire female population of your city). “Right to the chase,” he muses, scanning you from head to toe. “Where’s the old Y/N who beats around the bush?”

“If you’re here to reminisce, I’d rather not,” you smile sarcastically, already in the midst of closing the door in his face.

He’s quick to wedge his foot between the door, forcing you to keep it open. “Okay, Jesus Christ. I need a place to stay for a while.”

Of all the people in his life, you can’t help but wonder why it has to be you. Jooheon’s got friends (or connections, whatever he calls them) everywhere. He’s best friends with the majority of drug dealers, and he’s got whores to fall back on as long as he puts out for them.

So why you, an ex girlfriend? Why you, a girl who he hasn’t kept in touch with after starting a new life in some dingy town down south? You’re surprised he even remembers your name, much less your address.

He gives you no time to interject. “Remember that favour you promised me when we were 15?” The memory is clear in your head, but you never imagined he’d ever actually require your assistance in anything except, say, studying. “I’d like to cash it in now.”

“No, no, no,” you shake your head vehemently. “Jooheon, it’s been years and—and you’re asking for a lot from someone who you used to know.”

“I’m still the same Jooheon from three years ago.”

“But I’m not the same Y/N!” you protest. “For all I know, if I let you in, I could be housing a fugitive!”

Jooheon chortles—the audacity!—at your insinuation. “Y/N, I haven’t killed anyone. I swear.”

You cross your arms, skeptical. “How about robbing? A bank heist? Kidnapping? Human trafficking?”

The amused grin on his face does not work to soothe you, but it makes you all the more worried. “What exactly do you think I do in my spare time?”

“I know enough.” Dabbling in all forms of drugs, whether they’re dangerous or just recreational. You know of his habit that resulted in his expulsion from your high school. You know he never graduated: not in this city and not in his new town. Stringing girls along is another one of his hobbies: sleeping with them, sleeping with their friends, cheating.

“Sweetheart,” Jooheon sighs in faux disappointment, reaching for your arms crossed over your bosom. “You’ve got the wrong idea.”

You slap his hand away from you. “Jooheon, go play your games somewhere else.”

It’s a split second, but you swear you see the pain of rejection flash in his eyes. His face twists into one of anguish, but you blink and his cocky smile is still there, leaving you to believe it’s just your overactive imagination.

“Y/N.” Jooheon’s eyes darken just the slightest. “You don’t understand. I can’t go elsewhere.”

“Why not?” Exasperated, you drop your hands back down to your sides. “Jooheon, I don’t want to be roped into your bullshit. I’ve finally found stability in my life. A boyfriend, a useful major, positive influences.”

He rolls his eyes, dropping his flirty façade. “Not all of us can have that, Y/N,” Jooheon remarks lowly. “I’ve never had a normal family like you. I’ve never had money like you. I’ve never had the same opportunities as you. And now, when I’m trying to get somewhere in life, the only person I thought I could count on is slamming the door in my face.” With a sardonic chuckle, Jooheon stuffs his hands in his pockets and turns back around. “Whatever. See you around, Y/N.”

You watch him descend the path leading up to your doorway as he mockingly salutes you. Words he’s just said have left a bitter taste in your mouth that you’re unable to swallow down.

Fuck. He knows just how to manipulate you into doing what he wants. You know it, and yet you call out for him begrudgingly. “You can stay in my room. For now.” Opening the front door wider, you wait for him to jog back towards you and slip into your world once again.

The television is playing reruns of Friends in the living room, your family’s laughs resounding throughout the house. Ross’ voice is extra loud when yelling due to the high volume, and for once, you’re grateful for your father’s dwindling ability to hear properly; it acts as a cover for Jooheon’s careless footsteps because, despite calling in a favour from you, he makes no move to keep his presence a secret.

“Why wouldn’t you take your shoes off?” you yell in a whisper, accusatorily, as he climbs the stairs ungracefully. The chunky combat boots make loud thuds with each step, threatening to give away what you’re doing.

“They’re new,” he defends haughtily before you push him into your room. He stumbles, and that’s all you see before closing the door as quietly as possible.

Sighing, you return to the living room and drop yourself onto the couch, observing the atmosphere to find the perfect escape. You were only at the door for five minutes but dealing with Jooheon always feels like it spans over years instead. Despite not wanting to continue to deal with him, you’d rather be in the room with him to monitor what he does than leave him to his own devices right now.

“Who was it?” your mother asks, not glancing up from her tablet. She’s so immersed in her game that she fails to notice what her motherly instincts would usually hone in on: your tell, the action that gives away whether you’re lying or being truthful.

Rubbing your nose, you keep your eyes fixed on the television screen. Acting natural is key, and eye contact when uncalled for is a clear give away. “Some kids trying to sell cookies. They’ve become really insistent these days.”

“Haven’t they?” your father asks rhetorically, scowling at the thought. “A few weeks ago when I refused to buy, some girl started using words I’ve never even heard.”

“Honey,” your mother clicks her tongue as she loses the level. “To be fair, you told them to fuck off.”

He defends himself against his wife indignantly. “And they called me a ‘pothead geezer!’ What the hell does that even mean?”

You snort to yourself, pleased with the fact that your parents need no distraction. In the midst of their arguing, you simply excuse yourself on the pretext of being tired and needing to wake up early for school, and head back to your room to deal with the boy currently hiding in it.

Careful not to open your door too much, you slip through a small crack and immediately pull it closed behind you. When you turn around, you find yourself regretting the act of pity towards Jooheon when you initially granted him permission to use your house as a hotel.

He’s spinning around on your desk chair in the middle of the room, twirling one of your bras in his hand.

Jooheon halts when his eyes meet yours, and he grins in that annoying way you’ve been trying to forget. “You know, I always thought you were small, but,” he lifts the red lacey material and stares at it appreciatively. “I guess you really aren’t the same Y/N since I last saw you.”

Snatching the undergarment from his grip, you glare at Jooheon. “Did you go through my wardrobe?”

He shrugs.

“Okay,” you grit your teeth and shove the cloth in the nearest drawer before swivelling around to face Jooheon. “How long do you need to stay here?”

It takes all of your willpower not to lash out at this boy for everything that he’s done to the people you love, and now the burden he’s putting on you with this favour. The only thing holding you back is the guilt over the fact that you’re the reason for his actions.

“No idea,” he admits, no care in the world. “A week at least. I just need to plan out my next moves.”

“What even happened?” you attempt an interrogation, anxiety coursing through your veins. He really sounds like a criminal on the run with the way he’s speaking. Rather than being scared for your own safety, you’re just worried that he’s going to drag you down into the deepest pits of hell with him.

Jooheon loves dodging questions. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

You don’t have the time or the patience to deal with his ridiculous riddles and whatnot. You open your closet and toss him the extra pillow and thin blanket you keep for those colder winter nights. “One week is too long. You get one night, and you have to take the floor.”

Frowning, Jooheon pushes the items back into your arms and falls onto your mattress. “No thanks, you can take the floor.”

Dumbfounded, you watch as he kicks off his shoes and pulls the comforter up to his chest. Jooheon folds his arms behind his head and closes his eyes, leaving you no room to fight him.

Or so he thinks. But like you’ve been saying, you’re not the same girl he knew all those years ago.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you growl, ripping the blanket off his form. “That’s my bed.”

He peels his eyes open irritatedly, yanking the sheet back towards him. “So?”

“So,” you begin with a scowl. “You take the floor.”

His laugh is exaggeratedly loud and sarcastic, and you leap to cover his mouth with your hand so that your family doesn’t hear. With your father being the only male in the house, they’re bound to notice another deep voice if you aren’t careful.

“Quiet!” you hiss, straddling his waist with your face mere inches away from Jooheon’s.

His eyes narrow playfully at your position, as he pries your palm away from his lips. “As much as I love this position, I’m still not gonna sleep on the floor.”

You aren’t giving up. “Neither am I.”

With both your stubborn personalities, the next hour ends with you both squeezed onto the twin bed made for one body. You’re pressed up against the wall as Jooheon spreads himself out for comfort beside you, a smirk painting his lips.

It’s dark and silent for a while before he pipes up. “Hey Y/N.” You can hear the triumphant attitude in his voice and you refuse to acknowledge his presence. “Looks like I finally got you in bed again after all these years.”

Groaning, you shift yourself as far away from him as possible and hope that the night passes quickly.

The next morning, Jooheon absently swats at your face, mumbling incoherently about your alarm that blares through the room and your terrible choice in music.

Groggily, you force yourself out of bed to get ready for the day. Last night, you had completely forgotten about your morning classes and mentally curse yourself for your stupidity during registration. To be fair, how were you to know that an asshole would appear out of the blue and demand you let him find refuge in your house?

After showering and dressing yourself in record time, you return to your room quickly to debrief Jooheon on expectations while staying with you.

“Get up,” you say flatly, kicking his leg repeatedly. It takes a good ten minutes before the action has an effect, and he rubs his eyes as he sits up, squinting at you through sleep-crusted lids.

“I have class,” you inform him, arms crossed. “So while I’m gone, here are some ground rules. One, you are not allowed to go through my stuff. That includes clothes, knick knacks, books, everything. Entertain yourself with your phone or sleep the whole day. It’s not my problem. Two, you are not to leave this room. My dad is home today and if he finds you, we’re both dead. Three, stay quiet. No humming, no falling, nothing. Are we clear?”

Jooheon nods absently, but that’s all the confirmation you need. You toss him a shirt and shorts that your boyfriend left in your room last time he visited, before letting him return to his slumber.

“Y/N!” your boyfriend hollers, jogging over to you from across the courtyard. The scowl on your face instantly lifts into a grin at the sight of him, his smile alleviating some of the stress Jooheon has given you in the past twelve hours.

Minhyuk drapes an arm around your shoulders when he’s at your side and you stiffen. The weight, albeit quite light, presses into a kink in your neck from sleeping in odd positions with the limited bed space Jooheon left for you. You wince and duck away, only to bring your hand up to rub at the sore spot.

“Woah,” Minhyuk frowns worriedly, inspecting your face. “What happened?”

You sigh and drop your arm back to your side, rotating your neck slowly to ease the stiffness. “I think I slept weird. Jooheon showed up at my house last night and I guess it’s got me all stressed.”

Concerned, Minhyuk takes your hand gently and tugs you towards a nearby bench below a tree. He seats the two of you down so that your back is towards him, and his hands clamp down on your shoulders. One thing you’ve learned from a two year relationship with Lee Minhyuk is that he really knows how to use his hands. You suppose it comes from the fact that he’s studying to be a surgeon, but you digress.

He kneads the heel of his palms into your skin, massaging out the knots around the crook of your neck. His touch is so relaxing, your eyes flutter closed and you sigh breathily.

“What did Jooheon want?” Minhyuk asks quietly, so as not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere between the two of you.

You’ve told Minhyuk about Jooheon very briefly. It’s come up when he’s asked about your childhood, desperate to know you better. You shared your memories of how Jooheon was when he was 15, and how he’s changed with every year that passes. You spared no details, except for the ones that involved you, too ashamed to expose your own faults.

Just thinking about Jooheon has you tensing again, until Minhyuk hums soothingly into your ear. “He needed a place to stay. Something about having to plan his next moves.”

You can’t see it, but you can only imagine the crease in Minhyuk’s brows. “You told him to beat it, right?”

Hesitation. That’s enough to signal red flags in Minhyuk’s head, but his hands never once cease to work out your knots. “Y/N, you know he’s dangerous, right?”

“I’ve known him since middle school,” you defend yourself. “And he’s never once done anything to me.”

“But he’s hurt the people around you.”

Lee Jooheon is an enigma. In all the years of knowing him, he’s been nothing but an arrogant asshole. Jooheon wreaks havoc wherever he goes: suspensions and expulsions followed him to each school. He’s got a criminal record for swinging a sword out of a car window as his friend drifts around a parking lot past 3AM, and he’s notorious for putting his dick into anyone with long flowing hair.

But he’s never done anything to you.

Sure, the innuendos and flirting is annoying, but he’s never laid a hand on you. You think back to what he said last night on your porch, about you being the only one he thought he could count on. Could it be that he truly sees you as a reliable friend?

You’ve sprayed him with perfume to cover up the rancid smell of marijuana before class. You’ve offered him your notes when he’s gotten suspended. You’ve acted as a messenger between him and the one girl he thought he loved, who just happened to be your best friend.

He’s never hurt you, even if you’ve hurt him.

You turn to face your boyfriend, uncertainty in your eyes. You’ve never wanted to defend Jooheon before, but in some ways, once you think about it, you’re starting to see him in a different light. “Minhyuk, do you trust me?”

A second doesn’t pass before he nods affirmatively.

“Then trust that I know what I’m doing,” you assure him, reaching out to caress his cheek. Minhyuk leans into your touch and nods again, this time a little more reluctantly. “I think… I’m the only person he has left that he can trust. If he needs a place to crash for a few days, I’ll let him. Because as soon as he’s come up with his ‘plan,’ he’ll be out of my life once again. He’s harmless to me.”

You come home just after lunch, announcing your arrival to your father before informing him that you’ll be studying in your room. Both your parents know that’s code for ‘do not disturb’ and they’re usually pretty good about it.

Throwing your bedroom door open, you toss your bag in the corner, momentarily forgetting about Jooheon’s presence. You inhale deeply with a smile, before your nose crinkles at the unfamiliar scent of boy. You turn to see Jooheon, on his knees in front of your bed, looking up at you with pained eyes. “Y/N… Bathroom…”

The scene is laughable, but you can only bring yourself to crack a smile at how miserable Jooheon is. His features are scrunched in desperation, and you’ve always been a little too nice for your own good. Poor guy’s probably been holding everything in since last night.

“Dad!” you yell through the door, watching as Jooheon’s eyes widen in panic. He must think you’re about to rat him out, and you revel at the fear in his eyes. “I’ve run out of pads. Can you go to the corner shop real quick for me please?”

If this were any other time, Jooheon would be snickering at the mention of menstruation. But he’s appreciative for your womanly needs when he hears the front door slam closed, and he makes a beeline for the bathroom next door.

When he’s returned to your room, you’re holding a plate of leftovers from last night’s dinner, the smell wafting through the room. You set it on your desk for Jooheon to eat before seating yourself on your bed. While he scarfs the meal down, you scatter your books across the bed to study for an upcoming exam.

“Y/N,” Jooheon pipes up after some time between bites. You hum in acknowledgement as you read through your textbook, taking notes of important details. “Can you model all your bras for me?”

Without looking up, you chuck one of your notebooks in his direction. You know you’ve hit the bullseye when he howls in pain, and you smile smugly to yourself.

He’s just cleaned up everything on his plate when the front door shuts and your father’s voice booms in unison with his footsteps padding towards your room. “Y/N, I got the sanitary napkins!”

You and Jooheon share a look before he scrambles towards your closet. You practically throw your books off your bed in your rush to hide him, shoving at his butt to squeeze him in between the racks of clothing and shelves of shoes, before shutting the door behind you and cracking your door open.

“Thanks dad,” you say, almost panting as you take the box from his hands. He looks you up and down suspiciously, and you swear that he’s about to burst into your room and tear it apart. He can’t be that stupid—he must know you’ve got a boy in here—

Your father nods and returns to his work room.

Finally safe again, you set the box on your desk before tugging open the closet door. You wish you could say you’re surprised by the sight that greets you, but you’ve gotten used to it far too quickly again.

Jooheon, despite being squished in between the wall and clothes, is wearing your black floral bra, hands cupping the support to test the size. He glances up at you with his tongue poking through his lips in excitement. “You’ve really grown.”

Rolling your eyes, you slam the door shut again and return to your studies, ignoring the boy who emerges from your closet in a mess. He haphazardly throws articles of clothing back in before forcing the bulging door shut. Within minutes, you feel the bed shift beside you and glance over to see Jooheon, attempting to read over your shoulder. He’s still wearing your bra, but you don’t have the energy to fight it off him.

“Hey,” you warn, spent. “Personal space.”

As usual, he doesn’t listen. “What are you studying?”

You lift your books and move them to the right, sliding as far away from Jooheon’s body as the small bed allows you to. “If you must know, I have an exam on next week. Economics.”

Jooheon scoffs. “You want to live your life doing math?”

“It’s the production, consumption—” you can already tell that your words are going in one ear and coming out the other. His eyes are glazing over and his lips turn down in disdain the longer you talk. “Yes, Jooheon.”

He crosses his arms, leaning his head back against the wall to stare up at the ceiling. “Production, consumption, and transfer of wealth, sure. I’m not asking for a dictionary definition.” Jooheon glances at you from his peripheral. “What does economics mean to you?”

You purse your lips, pondering the question. It’s not like you have a passion for the art of economics; being a stockbroker is something your parents think will be good for your future and the prosperity of their company. Your plan was never to go into such a boring field, but then again, you had always been indecisive about the direction of your life. So much so, that you’d let your parents decide for you.

Do you have regrets? Of course. Every time you get below an 80%, actually, because bad grades have never been an occurence in your life. But then, you wonder, why does Jooheon even care about what you want?

“What do you want to be?” you fire back suddenly, but Jooheon remains unfazed, as if he hears this question at least twice a day.

Letting his eyes flutter shut, he presses his lips into a thin line. “No idea.”

“Not surprised.”

Jooheon had never once shown a passion for anything that wasn’t sex, alcohol, drugs, or trouble. You remember being told once by his teacher that he’d failed final exams by using a mountain pattern on the answer sheet.

But you know Jooheon is smart. Somewhere deep down, he’s a guy that knows what he’s doing is stupid, but does it anyways. Afterall, if he was truly lacking in the brain department, it would be hard to conquer so many girls’ hearts, but he does it so easily.

You’re brought back to the idea of Jooheon being the biggest enigma of your life. He’s unpredictable. Sometimes he makes you smile and other times you want to rip his hair out strand by strand. Sometimes he wants to hear your inner thoughts and other times he dismisses everything you say.

What goes on in his head?

You stare openly at his side profile, nose perfectly straight, lips ample, jaw sharp. He really is handsome, always has been. But you pride yourself on being someone who appreciates what’s on the inside, and Jooheon’s heart is anything but beautiful.

You compare him to Minhyuk. Your boyfriend’s a man who knows how to treat a girl properly. On your first date, he’d bought you a dozen roses and chocolates. He’s the textbook definition of perfect, what with his grades and his attitude. Minhyuk, despite spending the majority of his time studying and sitting in on operations, always has a radiant smile on his face. No matter how tired he is, he’ll always run over to you when he has the chance to show you how much he loves you.

Minhyuk’s an angel, inside and out, whereas Jooheon is a high school dropout who wears leather and ripped jeans. He can’t stay faithful to one girl, and he’s easily riled up. Police, dealers and regular people all know him by name, but they never have anything good to say about him.

Jooheon acts like a devil.

But whenever he’s around you, you don’t seem to see him that way. You know of his reputation and what he’s capable of, but you also know that Jooheon’s the guy who cried when he had to move cities. He’s the guy who punched his step father for threatening to hurt his mother. Jooheon’s the guy who beat up one of his friends when they broke up with you the day before your birthday.

Jooheon’s not a devil on the inside.

He doesn’t miss the long look you give him. “Are you done admiring me?”

You frown, cheeks heating in shame at having been caught. You didn’t realize you’d fallen so far into your thoughts, resulting in ogling him.

Returning to your books, you bury yourself in the paragraphs as Jooheon chuckles quietly, but you can’t bring yourself to focus. What, or who, is Lee Jooheon, really? Under this masquerade of a bad boy, is his soul as dark as he likes to pretend, or is there something else?

It doesn’t matter, you remind yourself, taking a shaky breath. Don’t get attached again. You’ll only ruin yourself.

“Y/N, I haven’t showered in three days!”

Nose crinkling in disgust, you balk at the boy from your spot on the floor, who’s sprawled across your bed. “So? Go home and use your own shower then.”

Jooheon flails his limbs childishly. “Y/N, come on.”

“No.”

He knows you’re firmly standing your ground. Unfortunately for you, Lee Jooheon also knows what bothers you and what you hate. He’s not one to treasure the small quirks of girls he sleeps with, but you’re an exception.

“So you’re cool with sharing a bed with a guy who exercises all day when you’re gone but hasn’t showered after those sessions?”

That knowing smirk on his face is almost as bad as the thought of all the germs transferring to you. And the smell—you can’t pretend you hadn’t noticed it last night. Not when he unknowingly snuggles closer to you in his sleep when he’s cold..

“Then take the fucking floor!” you yell, only to clap your hands over your mouth. It’s easy to forget you have to hide him from your parents when you’ve been holed up in your room ever since he came to your door. “You can’t take a shower because what if my dad needs to pee and is too lazy to go to his room? What if he waltzes into my room and realizes I’m in here but there’s someone in the shower too?” You shake your head. There are so many possibilities, each of them ending with you getting grounded until you’re ninety-two years old.

“Shower with me then.”

Bewildered by his audacity, though it’s not new, you open and close your mouth, unable to form a response. A minute passes and Jooheon finally meets your gaze, confused by the sudden silence. He waves his phone in your face. “Hey, are you listening?”

“Y-yes, but I wish I wasn’t,” you snap at his stupidity. How can he just say things like that, knowing you have a boyfriend, with no remorse?

Jooheon crawls off the bed and sits cross legged in front of you with a simper. “Y/N, I really need to shower. See?” He lifts his arm, shuffling closer so you can get a whiff of the armpit in your face.

You try to hold your breath but you’re too late, and you almost gag.

“I’ll cuddle you all night so you can get more of this,” Jooheon threatens with the most angelic smile you’ve ever seen on him. It sickens you even more than the arrogant smirk he does when he’s bored and playing around with your bras.

“Fine!” you relent, slamming your novel on the floor and standing up. “Let’s go.”

Jooheon does a little jig following his victory while you peek through a crack in the door. Deeming the coast as clear, you gesture for the boy to proceed. It’s quite easy getting him into the bathroom with you, and you lock the door immediately behind you.

“So how do we do this?” you ask, blowing your hair out of your face, hands on your hips. “I just sit on the toilet and wait for you to finish lathering?”

He snaps his fingers with a cheeky grin. “Bingo! Turn around.”

“What? Why—” you hardly have time to question, because Jooheon is already tugging his shorts down his legs by the time you open your mouth.

Though it’s too late and you’ve already seen the boxers that are a little too tight around the crotch, you rush to cover your eyes. “Can you give a warning next time?” you hiss as you turn towards the door.

The smirk on Jooheon’s face can be heard in his voice as well. “I did.”

You can hear his clothes hitting the floor before the shower door opens and closes. The water starts up and you can hear it pattering against the glass walls of the stall.

Eyes widening in realization, you’ve only just remembered that there’s no curtain to hide what’s going on behind the glass. You glance over your shoulder cautiously, catching the outline of Jooheon’s body through the water droplets and condensation. You can see his hair flattening against his forehead, the curves of his back muscles all the way down to the dip in his lower back—

Instantly, your head snaps back to face the door. Why had you even peeked in the first place? Your cheeks are burning and you try as hard as possible to rid your head of the image. Think of Minhyuk in his favourite yellow sweater, you tell yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. Minhyuk with puppies. Minhyuk in a field of flowers. Minhyuk’s face while you take him into your mouth after a week of abstinence.

It’s twenty minutes of torture. The bathroom door doesn’t change once in the time you stare at it, boring you to the point of struggling to stay awake. For once, you’re grateful to hear Jooheon’s voice.

“Y/N, can you pass me a towel?”

Groaning, you tug the material off the rack and blindly swing it towards the shower door, trying to find Jooheon’s hand. Now that the water’s off, you can hear him chuckle as he rips the towel from your grasp and ties it around his waist.

His voice comes again. “Y/N, I don’t have another change of clothes.”

It’s one problem after another with him.

“Just..” You pinch your nose to contain every sigh that’s just itching to fall through your lips. “Go back to my room. I’ll grab something from my dad’s room.”

You go your separate ways as soon as you unlock the bathroom door. When you’re sure Jooheon is holed back up in your room, you sprint quietly past your father’s office to get to your parents’ bedroom.

Rummaging through your father’s drawers, you grab the first things you can find and rush back to your room. You have no time to inspect what exactly you’ve brought Jooheon.

“Y/N, are you okay?” your father shouts from in front of his laptop.

You throw the articles of clothing at Jooheon’s face, sparing a second to admire the sight of him in only a loosely wrapped towel around the hips. “Just went to grab a snack, dad!”

“Alright,” he replies. “Keep studying then.”

“Got it, dad!”

When you turn back around, Jooheon’s on the floor, still dressed in his towel. The change of clothes you’d risked your cover for are tossed on the bed carelessly as he flips through your novel, eyes burning mischievously.

He quirks an eyebrow, holding the book up for you to see its cover. “Studying, huh?”

Your eyes narrow at the familiar paperback. A guilty pleasure of some sorts. “I told you not to touch my stuff.”

Jooheon holds the book as if he’s giving a sermon. One hand keeping it open, the other hand is raised in the air dramatically as he recites whatever filth is written on the page. ‘“I get paid? Oh, goodie!” Stepping back, grinning, she brushed her ass against him—”

“Lee Jooheon!” you yelp, flustered. Your immediate reaction is to lunge for the book, but he’s quick to dodge you. Curse his athleticism and height advantage.

‘“What’s the currency? Orgasms?” In her dreams, he always grabbed her and meshed the hard length of his cock into—”

Too embarrassed with the current situation, you leap onto Jooheon’s back, desperate to shut him up. He stumbles around the room with you clinging to his bare shoulders, scrambling to retrieve your novel.

He topples onto the bed, back first, landing on you with the least amount of weight he possibly can. As always, Jooheon doesn’t want to hurt you in the slightest bit. He props himself up using his arms, the book long forgotten as he dropped it during the struggle.

Jooheon stares down at you with a soft smile. It’s different from the usual sneers and exaggeratedly innocent ones. It’s genuine, with the subtlest glint in his eyes. The scene is too familiar and intense for you, forcing you to clear your throat awkwardly and look away.>

But Jooheon doesn’t waver.

“Y/N,” he speaks carefully, as if he's debating on if he should say this or not, attempting to catch your attention again.

You try to look at him, but can only bring yourself to fixate on his nose. Too high and his eyes would pierce your soul. Too low and… “Hmm?”

“Thank you,” Jooheon says suddenly, catching you off guard. You finally meet his eyes, perplexed, but you stay silent as he continues. “I don’t say it enough but I really appreciate having you as a friend. With someone like you on my side… I know that I have someone to fall back on when I need to.”

You don’t know what to say. Jooheon’s only ever listened to you when it comes to talking about emotions. It’s never been the other way around.

He seems to sense your internal struggle, because he chuckles and pushes himself up, grabbing the change of clothes in the process. “You don’t have to say anything. I know I may not be to you, what you are to me. All that matters is that you still give me chances.”

“Everyone hates Jooheon. He’s a heartless monster who stomps on everyone to get what he wants.”

“Lee Jooheon? Aka the bastard with like every STD known to man who breaks hearts?”

“Wait, you dated Lee Jooheon? He doesn’t seem like your type. Oh my god. Did he cheat on you too?”

“You want to watch me get dressed?” Jooheon pauses, hand on the towel as he cocks an eyebrow in your direction when he realizes you haven’t hid your eyes yet.

You sit up and shake your head, relocating your gaze to your lap where your fingers fidget. People only see the bad in Jooheon, and sometimes, you wish that’s the only side he showed you too. Instead, you have to live knowing that there’s a real human being deep down, and though he doesn’t try to hide his mistakes, Jooheon tries hard to hide yours.

Jooheon’s gentle smile illuminates the room as he stares down at you. His fingers ghost over your skin with the lightest of touches, leaving a trail of searing hot pain. They’re coated with your essence, but why does it sting so much wherever he traces?

You look down at your stomach where his fingers linger, but there’s nothing physically hurting you in their wake.

“Jooheon,” you try to call out to him, but your mouth is sewn shut. Panic settles in the form of a fifty pound weight on your shoulders when you discover the thread that locks your lips in place, and when you look up, Jooheon’s replaced with a woman who looks strikingly like you, except paler. The threads in her mouth have been ripped out, and the blood from each tear drips onto your skin, burning through your flesh. But you can’t scream out in pain.

“Tick tock, tick tock,” she sings in an eerily robotic mantra. “Liars shan’t speak. Whenever their mouths open to talk, lies are all that leak.”

Jooheon’s awoken in the middle of the night by your body thrashing around. Still fuddled from his sleep, he watches as you shiver even under the warmth of the heavy blanket. He listens to you mutter incoherently, watches as tears start to pour from your eyes that are squeezed shut.

“Y/N,” Jooheon whispers worriedly, tapping your shoulder to wake you. All you do is huddle closer to the wall, so he tries again, shaking you. “Y/N, wake up.”

When it doesn’t work, and your whimpers only increase in frequency, Jooheon reaches out gingerly to pull you towards him. He doesn’t care that you’re drenched in sweat or that you’re tears are staining his shirt. Right now, he just wants to calm you down from whatever nightmare is haunting you.

“Baby,” he coos softly, tucking your head against his chest. His other arm wraps around your waist, rubbing your back soothingly as he whispers reassuringly, pressing light kisses into your hair until your body stops trembling and your whimpers fade into the night. “It’s just a nightmare, baby. I’m here. It’s okay.”

You wake in the morning before Jooheon does, and you take the time to admire his features closer. He’s got long lashes and an almost perfect complexion. When he sleeps, he doesn’t seem like the type who would mess around with any girl he sees, but rather, a dimply, playful guy who just wants to have fun.

You can still hear his voice echoing in your head. Your nightmare had faded into an image of Jooheon threading his fingers through your hair, and the word baby repeated itself until the woman crumbled to dust and the string unwound itself from your lips.

It’s too weird to think about the fact that you dreamt about Jooheon, at least not this early in the day.

You sit up just as Jooheon’s eyes open, both of you rubbing the sleep away at the same time. Glancing over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of him frowning at you. Did you accidentally kick him at night or something?

“You can go back to sleep,” you mumble quietly.

“Are you okay?” he asks tentatively, voice deep and husky from slumber, but laced with concern.

You simply nod.

“You were shivering last night,” Jooheon sighs, hand messing with his hair. “You wouldn’t wake up.”

Rubbing your nose reflexively, you refuse to look back at Jooheon. “It happens sometimes, don’t worry.” With the pregnant pause, you can tell that Jooheon’s curious as to what can affect you so much, but he doesn’t get a chance to ask. “Anyways, how’s your ‘plan’ going? How much longer do you need to stay here?”

“I need some more time,” he admits before changing the subject. “Hey, I gotta shower. I have to… go somewhere today.”

Eyebrows raised, you know that simply voicing your curiosities will get you nowhere. Where could he possibly venture out to within the span of one day when he’s supposedly got nowhere else to go? But Jooheon never gives a straight answer, so you don’t bother asking anymore.

You nod and lead him to the bathroom. “I have to go to the gym today, so I’ll probably shower there. Take your time.” Though you’re sticky with sweat from last night’s nightmare, you’re practical; you know that there’s not enough time for both of you to shower.

Perching yourself on the toilet lid, you scroll aimlessly through your phone as Jooheon hums. You’d learned the first time that the only thing to distract you from the naked boy only a foot away is social media.

But everyone learns from mistakes, and you’re reminded of this when there’s a knock on the bathroom door.

“Y/N, I need your hair dryer,” your mother’s voice is muffled. “Mine broke. I’m coming in.”

Fuck. Your eyes hone in on the doorknob, only just realizing your mistake of leaving the door unlocked. This is it. You’re about to be found out, that you’ve been harbouring some rascal in your room for the past week and you’ve even seen him naked and—

The stall door opens and you’re yanked inside before it shuts again, just as the doorknob rattles. You can hear your mother rummaging through the bathroom cabinet, but it’s hard to care when you’re flush against Jooheon’s naked body, hands braced on his wet chest and staring up at him in shock. He holds his finger to his lips, indicating that you remain quiet, and you can only nod in your stupor.

“Oh, honey, why is your phone on the floor?” your mother chides. “I’m not buying you another if this one breaks.”

She must have found what she needs, because she’s bidding farewell, telling you to have a good day at school, and all that shit that you always tune out, oblivious to the two silhouettes behind the glass shower.

When the bathroom door shuts behind your mother, you breath a sigh of relief. It’s ridiculous, but Jooheon’s quick thinking saved both your asses, even if it required soaking your pyjamas and risking an even bigger scandal.

“Thanks,” you mumble, trying hard to look anywhere but at him. His face, his chest, his lower body, everywhere’s taboo to look at.

But ultimately, you fail.

Your eyes widen when you accidentally look down at what’s in between your two bodies, and you hope Jooheon can’t feel the heat radiating from your body in embarrassment. He’ll never let you live it down.

Apparently, it doesn’t matter to him. Jooheon’s hand cups your chin, tilting your head up so that his lips can connect with yours. For a second, you’re stunned frozen, but his tongue prods against your lips and your automatic response is to grant him access.

In the moment, your brain turns to mush, forgetting your boyfriend and the world outside of the shower stall. All that matters is your lips moulding against his and his tongue that tangles with your own. You haven’t kissed Jooheon in years, but it still gives you that same warm feeling. Or maybe it’s the hot water.

It doesn’t take long for Jooheon to strip you of your wet clothes with your help. You let them fall on the floor of the stall before bringing your arms up to loop around his neck, pulling him closer. He gives you no time to prepare yourself before his hand is groping at your breast, tweaking your nipple with his thumb and forefinger as his lips follow a water droplet that rolls down your neck and between the valley of your breasts.

Your hands thread through his dampened hair with a moan as Jooheon’s mouth latches onto your nipple. Every time he grazes his teeth over your nub, heat pools in your stomach like a fire being fed each second.

There’s a voice in the back of your head, warning you to stop before it’s too late. It sounds faintly like Minhyuk, pleading and telling you that what you’re doing is wrong. But you can’t stop indulging in Jooheon’s naked body, nails raking down his back as he releases your breast from his hold.

Jooheon turns you around so you’re facing the wall, hands pressed against the foggy glass. You can feel the head of his cock brushing teasingly against your folds as he guides it with one hand to your entrance.

Both of Jooheon’s hands clamp down on your hips as he enters you from behind. The two of you struggle to keep the volume of your moans low, afraid to get caught in such a compromising state. It’s so wrong, you know it, but it feels so right.

“Fuck,” Jooheon hisses.

Your walls are tight around his cock. He fills you up perfectly, letting you adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion.

Pushing yourself back onto his length in an attempt to get your desired pleasure, you moan Jooheon’s name, begging for him to move already. It seems to snap him back to reality because within a few seconds, he’s thrusting into you with no remorse.

The bathroom is filled with the sound of his skin against yours. The smell of sex is mixed with the humidity from the hot water, and even though you should be worried because you’ve left the door unlocked, you can’t bring yourself to care when Jooheon’s ramming into you and hitting all the right spots.

Jooheon’s so experienced, he automatically knows what’s the best way to please you. He’s angled himself so that, with every buck of his hips, he’s hitting your g-spot ruthlessly and all you can do is release lewd noises as you feel your orgasm build up.

“I’m close,” you whimper, and he just barely hears you over the pounding of the water against your back.

Jooheon picks up his pace, allowing himself to go deeper. One of his hands leaves your hips to circle around your body. He finds his way to your clit, thumbing hard circles to send you over the top. “Me too, baby. It’s okay,” he assures you. “You can let go.”

Your body racks with trembles as your walls clench around Jooheon’s cock with his permission. Releasing a particularly loud moan, you lean your head against the wall as your legs lose feeling for a second. Jooheon’s holding you up as your cum coats his member, and the sight of you as a shaking mess has him releasing inside of you not long after with a low groan.

He doesn’t stop thrusting until both of you ride out your high. Jooheon slows his pace until he comes to a stop, pulling out of you and giving you time to breathe as he admires the view of your ass lifted slightly for him.

Giving you time to think. He’s giving you time to realize what you’ve just done.

Wordlessly, you straighten and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself. Right now, your head is spinning and lurching and you want to punch yourself for what you’ve done to Minhyuk. He’s only ever been good to you, and you’ve reverted back to your cheating ways because of Jooheon.

It’s always because of him.

He’s gotten in between so many relationships with other girls. He’s slept with so many other girls. Hell, he broke your old best friend’s heart by cheating on her three times. And now he’s gotten in between your own love.

Minhyuk was right. He’s dangerous.

“Y/N,” Jooheon says slowly and you freeze in your spot. He shuts off the water and takes two calculated steps towards you. “Can we talk about what just happened?”

Your hands ball into fists by your sides. You were so wrong about Jooheon. You thought maybe he just needed your friendship in a time of crisis—what crisis? Was his whole agenda, changing your mind about him while he slept in your bed and bothered you all day with bickering, to just get in your pants?

Or worse. Was this actually a game to him? To see if the almighty Lee Jooheon could get the one girl everyone thought he’d never bone again, to succumb to her sexual desires with him?

God, you really haven’t changed since high school. You’re still as naive and even more wicked.

“Get out,” you mutter.

Jooheon frowns and reaches for your shoulder, but you whip around and grit your teeth. He’s never seen you with this expression. Your lips are trembling, eyebrows furrowed, eyes set in fury and… disappointment. “Y/N, come on. Let’s talk.”

“Get OUT!” you repeat, enunciating with much more conviction. “I want you out of my house within the hour, and I NEVER want to see your face again.”

It’s easy to ignore the broken expression he feeds you. It’s just another ploy. “Y/N—”

You keep your voice steady, though it’s threatening to shatter into a hundred sobs at any moment, and it makes you all the more intimidating. “Get out or I will call my father right now and tell him everything.”

He tries, once more, to plead with you silently by using his eyes, but you’re determined not to fall for any of Lee Jooheon’s tricks anymore.

Finally, he sighs and maneuvers around you, grabbing an extra towel off the rack and tying it around his waist. Jooheon shuts the bathroom door silently behind him, glancing back at you once more. The last thing he sees is your slumped back.

You collapse to your knees in a heap on the wet floor, sobs racking your body. How are you going to tell Minhyuk? How could you betray the man who trusts you, loves you, cherishes you… with the one who sees women as disposable toys?

You want to be mad at Jooheon, but right now, you’re furious with yourself for letting this happen. You thought your resolve had gotten stronger, that you had finally cleaned up the act that you’d left back in high school.

But Jooheon... just keeps dragging you back, as if he’s got you wrapped around his toxic finger.

You bury your face in your hands, and an hour passes before you leave the bathroom, eyes red and puffy. By now, your body has dried itself and your tears have left salted crusts on your cheeks, and when you trudge back to your room, Lee Jooheon is nowhere to be seen.

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Pulse List brings you the eight most notorious criminals, armed robbers and killers that Nigerians can never forget in a hurry owing to their exploits that has become legendary.

In the history of Nigeria, there has been a history of crime and criminals who have become folk heroes and legends in themselves.

Some of them have had their names entrenched in the history of the country as bandits who almost debilitated the nation but whatever way you look at them, they deserve the roll call of heroes and villains are made.

Here are the most notorious criminals Nigerians can never forget.

1. Lawrence Nomanyagbon Anini aka The Law

For those who grew in the 80s, the name Lawrence Nomanyagbon Anini can never be forgotten as one of Nigeria's most notorious armed robbers who reigned supreme in the old Bendel State, now Edo and Delta.

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Anini also known as The Law, reigned supreme in the 80s and was so bloody that his matter was even discussed at the State Security Council meeting in the General Ibrahim Babangida's regime.

Born in 1960 in a village about 20 miles from Benin City in present day Edo State, Anini migrated to Benin at an early age, learned to drive and became a skilled taxi driver, before he took to crime and quickly became a much-feared gang leader whose approach got people trembling.

His gang members included Monday Osunbor, later known to be a dreaded killer without mercy, Friday Ofege, Henry Ekponwan, Phillip Iwebelue, Prince Kingsley Eweka, and others.

Starting out as car snatchers, bus robbers and bank thieves predominantly in Benin, Anini, and his gang extended his criminal acts to other towns and cities in other states in the country.

Anini was also able to penetrate the police echelon and had some top officers as his gun suppliers and informants, the biggest of them being Inspector George Iyamu who benefited immensely from the gang.

In an operation in August of 1986, the Anini team struck at First Bank, Sabongida-Ora, where they carted away N2, 000.

But although the amount stolen was seen as chicken feed, they left the scene with a trail of blood as many persons were killed.

On September 6, same year, the Anini gang snatched a Peugeot 504 car from Albert Otoe, the driver of an Assistant Inspector General of Police, Christopher Omeben. In snatching the car, they killed the driver and went to hide his corpse somewhere.

It was not until three months later that the skeleton of the driver was spotted 16 kilometers away from Benin, along the Benin-Agbor highway. A day after this attack, Anini, operating in a Passat car believed to have been stolen, also effected the snatching of another Peugeot 504 car near the former FEDECO office, in Benin.

Two days after, the Anini men killed two policemen in Orhiowon Local Government Area of the state. Still, in that month, three different robbery attacks, all pointing to Anini’s involvement, took place.

A day after the operation, Anini, The Law, turned to a ‘Father Christmas’ as he threw wads of Naira notes on the ground for free pick by market men and women at a village near Benin.

Anini thus spear-headed a four-month reign of terror between August and December 1986. Anini also reportedly wrote numerous letters to media houses using political tones of Robin Hood-like words, to describe his criminal acts.

Even the Military Head of State, Gen. Babangida got worried over the activities of Anini and asked the then Inspector General of Police, Etim Inyang where the bandit was and gave him the mandate to get him dead or alive.

Such was his prowess and myth.

Anini was finally arrested in a major operation led by Superintendent of Police Kayode Uanreroro, who brought his reign of terror to an end.

He was nabbed on December 3, 1986, at No. 26, Oyemwosa Street, opposite Iguodala Primary School, Benin City, in company of six women, following a tip-off by residents of the area.

Anini who was confined to a wheelchair throughout his trial following the amputation of one of his legs was sentenced to death by Justice James Omo-Agege of the Benin High Court and was executed on March 29, 1987.

2. 'Doctor' Ishola Oyenusi

Naturally, 'Doctor' Ishola Oyenusi should have taken the top spot on this list going by the fact that he was the first known armed robber in the country.

But Anini's exploits in the underworld took the shine off Oyenusi.

In the history of crime in Nigeria, Oyenusi, was a cold-blooded armed robber who held sway in the early 70s, stands on a very special threshold that none can ever dream of attaining.

He took the nation by storm shortly after the Civil War ended and before he was executed on Wednesday, September 8, 1971, at the famous Bar Beach show in front of 30,000 watching Nigerians, no one believed that 'The Doctor' would be captured, as he was famed for 'disappearing' or his body not penetrable by bullets.

In fact, he must have had so much faith in his charms that he smiled all the way to the stake and even as soldiers aimed their rifles at him and his co-criminals, Oyenusi still radiated an aura of invincibility.

The phenomenal armed robber rose from the ashes of the Nigerian-Biafran Civil War that spanned three years, from 1967-1970.

Oyenusi was a charismatic, cocksure gangster whose lordly disdain for the law cast the terrifying portent of social breakdown, and had come to be celebrated as the quintessential bandit of his time.

During his reign of terror, 'Doctor' Oyenusi carved a name for himself as the most brutal terror the country had ever known and lived up to another of his nickname of 'Dr. Rob and Kill', because he was known to kill with impunity and his myth was legendary.

He unleashed boundless terror on many Nigerians and would kill even for a stick of cigarette. Oyenusi was no doubt, the uncrowned emperor of Nigerian robbers and he was described as the ‘first celebrated armed robber in Nigeria’, regarded by some as the pioneer of conventional armed robbery in Nigeria.

When Oyenusi reigned at the height of his regal confidence, he declared: ‘The bullet has no power over me.‘

Legend has it that Oyenusi got into active robbery back in 1959, but he committed his first major robbery when he snatched a car along Herbert Macaulay Road in Yaba, Lagos, and killing its owner in the process, just because his girlfriend was broke and needed money to buy her make-up.

He eventually sold the car for £400 (Nigeria's currency then) and handed the money to the lady. He actually snatched the first car he saw on the road. Such was the ferocious nature of his audacity.

By the end of the Civil War, Oyenusi had metamorphosed into a cold-hearted robber who took delight in causing pains to his victims.

Oyenusi’s arrogance was also legendary. In 1970, he was arrested and handcuffed by a police officer. As the policeman was ordering him around, Oyenusi blasted him and thundered: ‘People like you don’t talk to me like that when I am armed. I gun them down.’

The last robbery that did him in was when he and his gang attacked the WAHUM factory in Ikeja in March 1971, where they stole the princely sum of £28,000, which was unprecedented in those days. A police officer was also killed in the process.

'Doctor' Ishola Oyenusi's execution was celebrated by relieved Nigerians who trooped out en-masse to the Bar Beach in Lagos to witness the end of a man who had held the country to ransom.

As the crowd thronged the Beach, jeering and booing Oyenusi and his band of six convicted robbers, the man of the moment kept smiling and waving at them but shortly before his body was riddled with hot-leaded bullets from stern-faced soldiers of the Nigerian Army, he finally screamed: ‘I am dying for the offense I have committed.‘

3. Abiodun Egunjobi aka Godogodo

Abiodun Egunjobi, alias Godogodo, was the modern day version of Lawrence Anini. The one-eyed monster was one of the deadliest armed robbers Nigeria ever had.

The 36-years-old Godogodo rose from being a slum boy to the leader of a gang that defied all reasons, struck with precision, killed without mercy and terrorized Lagos and the south-west with reckless abandon.

Before his arrest on August 1, 2013, Godogodo gave the Lagos State Police Command so much headache for 14 years, so much so that on the day he was arrested, the command erupted in joy: at least its men would be safe from his guns.

Originally from Ogun State, Egunjobi was on the wanted list of the police for over 10 years and the way he managed to evade the police is still legendary.

In fact, he was at a time, on the top of the Most Wanted list of the Command with several Police Commissioners assigning the toughest of cops on his trail.

At that time, any robbery in Lagos had the imprint of Godogodo, with him leading or one of his boys being responsible. He was famed for leading many robbery operations, especially on banks, with the infamous reputation of killing over 100 policemen in Lagos State.

Godogodo allegedly went for operations with a bag containing 10 fully loaded AK 47 rifles with 30 rounds of ammunition each and as such, he was fully prepared in terms of weapons on his back.

It was gathered that Godogodo used to tell his gang members that he would never be arrested alive and had vowed to go down with as many policemen as possible on the day he is unable to escape arrest.

This vow was later found to be real, as anti-robbery detectives recovered several loaded AK47s, each with 60 rounds of live ammunition, from different parts of his residence, including the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, sitting room on the day of his arrest.

He was so good at disguising his criminal activities that even his wife and family members never knew what he was into. He had six houses in different locations including Lagos, Ogun and Ondo States, and never stayed in a particular location for more than a month.

Godogodo began his voyage into the deadly world of crime after spending seven years in prison for what he considered a minor offence.

As a scrap dealer in the slum of Gatankowa, Abule-Egba, he was involved in a fight and the police arrested him. With no one to bail him out, Godogodo was sent to jail and in his mind, he believed his going to prison was an injustice and blamed the police for it.

While in prison, he became acquainted with more deadly armed robbers and formed an alliance with them and took the time to understudy them. When he finally left prison, he decided that he was going to deal with the police for sending him to prison for seven years.

During his interrogation, Godogodo told the police that he took only raw cash during his operations and would only attack a place he knew there would be enough cash to cart away. He also said he doesn’t have any bank account as he invested all his money in the property immediately after each operation.

Abbey Godogodo visited many Lagosians with sorrow, tears, and blood. Many would not forget Sunday, September 9, 2012, when he and his gang terrorized the state and left indelible marks in the minds of many families after he led a coordinated attack in the city where many innocent people including policemen lost their lives.

He revealed how he coordinated the bloody operation and gave chilling details of how he led members of his gang to cart away millions of Dollars from bureau de change operators in Agege and Gbagada areas of Lagos.

The Lagos State Police Command led by the then Commissioner, Umar Manko, mandated the Special Anti-Robbery Squad (SARS), led by Superintendent of Police, Abba Kyari, to bring an end to the reign of Abbey Godogodo and that began intensive investigations which led to the capitulation of his empire.

Manko was given direct orders by the then Inspector General of Police to make sure the Godogodo phenomenon was quashed at all cost.

After the gang attacked the Murtala Mohammed International Airport, where two police inspectors and more than five people were killed and over N100 million stolen, the police decided to focus on profiling the suspect, because, up to that point, no one knew anything about him or what he looked like. The police also began looking at the possibility of preempting his subsequent operations.

4. Okwudili Ndiwe aka Derico

Okwudili Ndiwe, alias Derico Nwamama, was also one of the deadliest armed robbers to have come out of the Nigeria.

In the early 2000s, the 22-year-old Derico Nwamama was probably the King of the Underworld in the Eastern parts of the country; a clear replication of the likes of Lawrence Anini and Ishola Oyenusi.

Derico had risen from a street urchin and pick pocket to a dreaded crime king and the mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spines of traders and residents of Onitsha, the commercial capital of Anambra State, and other parts of the east.

The traders could not display their wares with peace while many slept with one eye open. Derico sacked commercial banks in Onitsha, carting away millions of Naira. Travelers who had to pass through the state held their breaths, expecting the hoodlum to strike at any time.

The then Governor of the state, Chinwoke Mbadinuju, became an old man over night with worries on how to handle the menace of Derico.

He was described as the personification of terror. From Nnewi to Nkpor, from the villages in Umuleri to towns in Ihiala, the old and young were terrified at the mere whisper of Derico Nwamama.

At that time, he was said to be invisible and could not be arrested. The dreaded Bakassi Boys went on a manhunt for the man known to kill without batting an eyelid.

According to legend, Derico Nwamama had killed over 100 people including 25 police officers whose lives he mercilessly wasted. He was a master of countless bus robberies and will not blink twice before pumping his hot lead bullets into the beating hearts of hapless victims.

And after his successful raids, he would boast and declare himself invincible. Derico seemed to have placed a lot of faith and confidence in the charms prepared for him by the traditional witch-doctors.

With the police and other security forces unable to bring Derico Nwamama and his terror regime to a close, the onus fell on the Bakassi Boys, the militant wing of the Anambra Vigilante Services (AVS), a local vigilante group set up to curb crime and criminality in the South East.

The group were then at the forefront of the hunt and capture of Derico Nwamama and on Tuesday, July 3, 2001, the hitherto invisible criminal was nabbed on his way to Onitsha from Agbor, ostensibly on one of his crime spree.

On July 9, 2001, six days after Derico was captured at the Niger Bridge, the Bakassi Boys did to him what many had earlier predicted. Chanting war songs, they drove in their convoy around the town and ended at the Ochanja Market Junction along the popular Upper Iweka Road in Onitsha.

Derico was dragged out from the bus, looking gaunt and severely beaten, a trademark of the vigilante group. His body bore cuts and gashes, a testament to what he must have gone through in their hands. He must also have known that the day of reckoning has come.

He was in obvious pains but no one seemed to care. Still chanting war songs and egged on by the enchanted crowd, one of the commanders of the Bakassi Boys named Okpompi, addressed the crowd, telling them they were in the state not for politics but to fight crime.

He handed over the microphone to the now trembling Derico who, like a cornered fox, began begging for his life to be spared. He made feeble attempts at declaring his innocence:

“My name is Oddy, alias Derico, alias Nwa Mama. I appeal to you the people of Anambra State, please don’t kill me, I don’t like evil. It was when I killed Chiejina that people thought I am a strong guy, you know.

I trust Bakassi Boys. They are strong. Please, mercy for me. Nobody can identify me as having robbed him. People just believe that I am a strong guy.”

What was to follow remains one of the most macabre displays of public executions in Nigeria. With the speed of a guillotine, a cutlass handled in the strong arm of one of the Bakassi Boys flew and came down with an unforgiving thud, landing on Derico’s slim neck. In a flash, Derico was beheaded.

His severed head rolled on the floor before the crowd while his convulsing body collapsed on the ground, with bright-red blood gushing from his carotid arteries. .

5. Kayode Williams

Before he became a man of God and the Director-General of Prison Rehabilitation Mission International (PREMI), and the Presiding Bishop of Christ Vessel of Grace Church, Bishop Kayode Williams was one of Nigeria most notorious armed robbers.

He was a member of the Ishola Oyenusi gang who stood out when his boss was captured. He was known to be a dreaded robber who wasted no time in killing his victims. During a confession years ago, Bishop Willams narrated how he pounded little babies and used them for spiritual fortification.

He was converted to Christianity while serving a 10-year jail term and since then, he has not looked back in preaching to prisoners and trying all he can to rehabilitate them.

6. Monday Osunbor

Legend has it that Monday Osunbor was the main man behind the dreaded Lawrence Anini gang. He was known as the executioner and sharp shooter.

Though not much was known of him during the Anini trial as his leader took the shine off him, it was gathered that he was a short-tempered stammerer who did not hesitate in killing their victims.

He was executed alongside Anini in 1987.

7. Shina Rambo

The name Shina Rambo has refused to go away from the consciousness of Nigerians who either witnessed his crime spree or were unfortunate to live in that era.

The Abeokuta, Ogun State-born Rambo was a terror in the 90s and the brain behind many crimes in the Western parts of the country where he robbed and killed with impunity.

He was so feared even by the police that many thought he was invisible as he was thought to disappear anytime the police closed in on him.

It is believed that the policemen who killed him did not even know that it was Shina Rambo.

He was said to be on his way to Lanrewaju Motors to buy a Pathfinder SUV when he was apprehended by the police on the Ojota New Garage Long Bridge.

Rambo was not the one driving when the police stopped him and his gang, they discovered a lot of money in a cartoon in the trunk of the Datsun car.

When they started questioning him on the possession of such huge an amount, an argument ensued and he attempted to disarm one of the policemen.

It was one of the policemen at the other side of the road who shot Rambo down. It was said that it was easy to shoot him because he was not with his charms since he was not going for an operation.

However, another account has it that the person killed was not the real Shina Rambo as another ex-bandit who claimed to be the real Rambo, is now a man of God by the name Mathew Oluwanifemi.

In his confession a few years ago, pastor Oluwanifemi described himself as a hardened criminal, a terror, and killer.

He narrated how he specialized in robbing exotic cars on highways and banks and that nothing could stop him, not even security operatives as he was totally invincible.

8. Isiaka Busari aka Mighty Joe

Shortly after the notorious kingpin of armed robbery in Nigeria, Ishola Oyenusi was executed, his second in command, Isiaka Busari, better known as Mighty Joe, took over the scene and became the defacto king of the underground.

Nigeria was still coming out of the pangs of the civil war and with the death of Oyenusi, they thought the era of violent crimes had been nipped in the bud but little did they know that another hoodlum would spring up and become deadlier.

In Mighty Joe's gang were ex-soldiers who were demobilized and with their know how in the handling of guns and other deadly weapons, they held the nation, particularly the South West, to ransom, robbing and killing with reckless abandon.

Mighty Joe was even deadlier than Oyenusi and was known to operate at anytime he felt like and taking a human's life was nothing to him.

For many years, he constituted himself a big terror to the people of Lagos, the then Federal Capital, especially around Mushin where he lived and practiced his trade.

He strode the hemisphere like a colossus from 1971 when his boss was killed, till 1973 when he was nabbed after robbing a hotel bar attendant, Michael Osayunana, of the sum of ₦10.

Also Read: "Laying Bare: Profiling Nigeria's Notorious Armed Robbers: ('Doctor' Ishola Oyenusi)"

The arrest of Mighty Joe, according to legend, was as dramatic as his reign of terror. The self-styled ‘Strongman of Idi Oro’ was caught when someone he had earlier robbed, recognized him and fingered him to the police and he was nabbed without any fight, as against his various boasts that no man born of a woman can arrest him due to his strong belief in his spiritual powers.

He was said to pay some herbalists huge amounts to prepare charms for him so that he would remain invincible.

While he was in prison awaiting his day at the Bar Beach, Mighty Joe converted to Islam and even offered prayers that the execution is reverted. That was never to be.

After he was tied to the stakes, he was asked to say his last words and he blurted:

"May God bless everybody, both my friends and enemies. Tell my wife, my mother and my in-law to keep fit."

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trpg-dingusmaster · 7 years

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Day 1: first day in town is the best day to make powerful enemies

(Minus most of the derailing and the attempted inter-party murders and things that made the 1/2 hour of actual play take nearly 3 hours?) Huntsman Josiah Hugo was looking to sell some of the small adorable animals he trapped out in the woods he calls home, maybe get drunk, maybe start some fights? Maybe get a better paying job, when suddenly the shop keeper starts arguing with Jamie, the person? Sibling? Friend? Hugo lives with and came to town with. Hugo starts chanting for a fight to break out, a one handed girl comes in and joins the chanting. A gnome comes in and steals some shit, the shop keeper ignores Jamie and fires some warning shots at the gnome- it's the shop keepers "brother". This happens now and then. The three leave, Hugo looking for the cheapest bar in the area the other two just following. The girl talks to the bar tender asking about work bad if there's any scrap/ junk/trash outside she can remove/clean up for him (collect and sell). On the way a ruffian who was told to leave pushes and injurs her breaking the only valuable objects she had: clean glass bottles. A child helps the bar tender clean the girl up. Across the room an out of place noble and his body guard are speaking to a suspicious hooded figure seated at a table. Hugo and Jamie know that suspicious characters often have work that needs to be done, preferably by big burly strangers with no attachment to the locals, so they go over and get in on the job. Beat up this dude on a boat. Cool. Punching people is Hugos second favorite thing. The hooded figure also employees for this endeavor the child and one handed girl- to sneak in during the ruckus, and the ruffian. The party hires a cabby- who turns out to be the shop keeper from before, who seems have hands in many things, to take them to the marina. There they find out the "guy on a boat" is a wealthy tycoon of some sort on a well guarded (casino?) steamship. The group poses as the new cleaning crew. A street urchin sneaks on and tries to rob a party member? Hugo grabs the child and brings them to the guards hoping to gain further entry with the offering, like- hey i caught this thief sneaking in, reward me. the guards just toss the kid into the river. One handed girl forgets she can't swim and dives in to save the urchin. Party child and Nobles guard try to save them and narrowly succeed. Hugo furiously mops the deck, Jamie also mops. The noble is standing around trying to think of a better plan, the ruffian just stands around. The guards come out and say their boss wants to talk to some of the party. Hugo, the body guard, and the ruffian go in. the boss is totally shit faced and made a boozy mess of his cabin. They beat the piss out of him, but he's probably alive? and loot everything. Hugo finds a fancy watch and when he hears the guards coming to check on everything he crit fails jumping out a window and so it turns out it wasn't a window but a realistic painting of a window. The group says nothing is wrong and the boss just passed out but the guards aren't buying it so Hugo charges the door and knocks out one of the guards. The group gets the other and all three bodies are hidden behind the desk and the door closed. Mean while the one handed girl and the child have unmoored the boat and are sneaking into the storage room where the coal is kept and are working out how to steal it. They decide they need the group and stop by the kitchen for supplies. The child finds several vials of the tomato seasoning arsenic and knows a few better uses for it. Noble over hears that a buyer for the boat is on the way and intends to pose as him but chaos has already broken out by the time he greets the guard. The party reunites and makes their way to the coal room? And it's divided equally only because that's convenient for carrying. Each takes 45-50lbs of FineCoal. On the way out the party sees a strangely familiar suspicious characher sneaking off the ship with a paper in his hand. The party realized no one could steer the ship and they too just left. Abandoning it and tge left over crew to the tide and heading to cab to take them to the bar to collect what was due. The child asks if anyone found a watch, Hugo offers but the one handed girl steals it right out of his hand mid transaction. The suspicious characher shows up with some thugs and the girl hands it over to him when asked. Hugo tries to stop her, demanding payment first but the girl doesn't listen ( "I just want to test a theory I have!" "With OUR copper on the line as well as yours?" "Yes!"). Suspicious character then demands the coal and money on every character in exchange for their lives. ("I KNEW IT." said the player who lost the party 550copper.) It turns out the suspicious character is a member of one of the larger gangs in the city though I cannot recall his position, it was enough to cause the party some concern about their choices. Hugo notices the one hand girl trying to put her coppers and sack of coal onto him ( "I rolled a 19 +3 I definitely notice this, its 45lbs. what are you even doing this for?") , telling the suspicious character she has nothing and should be let go on those grounds. Hugo and everyone else, villain included stares in awe at the audacity of the girl trying to be "sneaky" about putting on someone a literal 45 lb sack. Hugo is insulted but mostly confused at the betrayal and intends to keep as much of those 90lbs FineCoal as possible. The girl is denied her request. She tries to take back the coal. Hugo threatens her, but the villain shoots her in the good arm. The child actually snuck off soon after the one hand girl took the watch, figuring the loyalty of the group was dissolved and their safety with the group no longer viable. The ruffian wasn't allowed in the bar again to begin with and just waited awkwardly outside. ("Hey? Bar keep? Can I come in? I need to get paid? Hey?? Can? Can I just come in my party is kinda?? Can you hear me? Can he hear me?") What's left of the group tries to negotiate, Hugo also attempted but ends up just hurling an ax at the biggest dude there. A fight begins but is shortly ended when the cabby/shop keeper comes in having heard the ruckus from outside. He makes a bold statement "you know who I am, you know what I can do. You sure you wanna do this?" And he tossed Hugo a gun. They don't, and the whole ordeal took long enough that the police were on the way. Everyone leaves. The police try to stop the party- abloody ax and gun was kind of a tip off that maybe they're involved. The group loads up on the carriage trying to be casual but the guards start attacking and Hugo and Jamie take some shots at the guards killing some and their horses. They are taken to the woods some distance from where Hugo and Jamie live. They give t h e cabby payment in coal for services rendered, and also for saving them from that gang, because h o ly cow there's a lot of coal. Why did they need all of that? Hugo didn't know and never asked. He still has 75 lbs. After paying (extra to) the unusual cabby, thinking it best to make a good friend of him.

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newssplashy · 6 years

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