#be real with me why won’t they just do it. women on the island are so beautiful and these white boys are still somehow always ending up

[laniidae-passerine]

one thing I cannot wrap my head around on Death in Paradise is that no detective ever ends up in a relationship with a woman on the island. I don’t even care if you emigrate back home with her, maybe there’s a beautiful Saint Marie woman who loves the idea of cold and rain, but like not one of them??? an entire island and the showrunners just actively refuse to let it happen. c’mon now

[babygirl-riley]

Paradise

Simon keeps telling himself it is the last time but keeps coming back to you.

“…try not to get your hopes up, cause I probably won’t stay. I said I’m on my way.”

Warnings: smut, swearing, if you squint you will see some angst, fluff a bit, touch deprived Simon

*Simon POV*

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God why did it have to feel so good? Why couldn’t he be able to restrain himself from coming back again? You haunt his thoughts, thinking about how you whimper for him. How you wrap around his cock like it was the only thing you could live for.

He never goes back. Never spends the night. Never saves numbers. Never willing and wanting attention. Yet here he is in between your legs, slowly bringing you to where he needs you to be. Your pussy drenched in your cum, stuffed with his large fingers. Two of them fit in there spreading your hole to prepare for his cock.

How your hands will grab his mask him imagining that it’s his hair instead. God how touch deprived he really is, maybe that was it. He never really had intimate moments like these, at least lately. For what he feels. Bloody hell he feels like a fucking fool.

God how you look at him while he is eating you out. Your eyes begging for more, wanting everything from him. Wanting him. For how long has this been going on? Long enough he would think too long. Your moans drive him to thumb your clit harder, tighter circles, as he does sloppy kiss on your neck.

“F-fuck Si.” You whispered, whimpering basically.

It had him craving you even more, he never told his real name. Government name. It was ALWAYS his code name. “Ghost” that was it for other women he slept with, you. “I need you.” He whispered into your ear easing his fingers as you released your second orgasm.

He saw your smirk forming on your face. You slid your fingers, lazily underneath his balaclava gripping his hair. It made him moan, almost damn near whimper. “Please.” He said his voice lower then it already was. Making it sound desperate.

Desperate. Something that Simon would never show to anyone else. You plagued his skin, burning it for more touch. Plaguing his thoughts. It is now coming into his thoughts during down time on missions. Your eyes. Your hair. Your lips. Your bloody laugh.

He shouldn’t think of someone that is so pure. So innocent. No blood on your hands. Simon is a monster, a grim reaper ready for someone’s reckoning. You weren’t like that, always giving a helping hand. Simon kept telling himself that he will darken your life, turning you into a monster. He can’t do that. Not to his angel. His light.

“Simon,” You whispered having him look into your eyes. “I need you too.”

He moaned as you gently pushed him down, he could have over powered you but fuck. Your touch making him feel on cloud nine, blocking his common senses. You placed your soaking pussy against his hardened clothed cock. “Let me take care of you.” You whispered to his ear nibbling at him before kissing down his neck and biting.

He couldn’t stop feeling the shudder and tingle sensation running down his spine. Everything he though of before gone. You made him feel like he was on retirement, on a paradise island. Just you and him. Your hands running down his scarred abdomen, as you kissed each deep scar, each burn mark.

That is what could be the reason he comes back. Making him feel like he wasn’t a scary monster, that you could be the angel purifying the dark one. “Fuck sweetheart,” he whispered watching as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. God how beautiful you looked, fucked out, glimmering in sweat, the precum and salvia mixed together. “You are just a beautiful minx.” His muscles started to twitch.

His grunting became more close together. Simon wanted needed to thrust up into your mouth. You made him feel so good, him being engulfed in the scent of both of your arousals. You flattened your tongue the vein that stuck out the most causing him to hold his breath. You ended with a long slow suck to his tip, playing with it with your tongue.

“Fuuuck,” he said his eyes rolling in the back of his head. “You make me fee—fuck.” He couldn’t even finish before he could feel his orgasm coming. He softly pushed you off before he was panting.

Simon laid back trying to gather his thoughts and breath. He felt you crawl yourself back up kissing sloppy kisses. He felt your hand being placed on his cheek, causing him to open his eyes. You both stared for a moment as his hands trailed up and down your body before gripping his cock. You bit your lower lip as he pressed against your entrance.

Simon wanted to just slam into putting himself into his paradise. What made him feel whole. Before he could do anything you pushed yourself down. Which surprised him, usually you waited, his grunted hard feeling your walls making room for his fat cock. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you panted slowly. Simon could see stars, his skin flaming. His cock nestling near your cervix.

Both of your sweat glistening off each other sticking to each other’s skin. “Simon,” He didn’t even realize that he was just staring. You smiled before running your thumb down his lips. “Kiss me.”

How could he say no to that? Usually if someone isn’t higher rank then him he wouldn’t listen. But to hell with rank with you, you could tell him to jump and he would respond with how high and how long. He leaned up grabbing your back and hugging you closer to him. You giggled as he crashed his lips to yours. It was sloppy teeth clattering. Just where he wanted you.

He lifted his hips and slamming into. You whimpered as he did it again, harder. You slid your fingers under his mask and grabbed his hair. God how his spine tingled and his cock twitched. He wanted more so needy of him wanting more from you.

He felt your pussy clenching so fucking hard. “Good girl, there ya go baby. That’s it,” You were clawing at his back as your hips met with his. He looked down where you joined the white ring appearing. It would make his eyes roll just knowing his seed was in you. That you are his and his only.

Simon was feeling he was close. He wanted to cum with you, both going into bliss. “Ah yes please please I-I wanna fuck!” You yelled bouncing on his cock harder. The noises would be horrific for some people from both of their juices, mixing together.

He placed his forehead against yours. Feeling sweat against one another. “Yes princess let go, I’m here with ya.” He grunted in between.

Simon felt his orgasm coming right through as your pussy clenched him hard. He started to to spasm, rolling his head back his breath hitching. His orgasm hit hard, harder than he has ever been before. His legs twitching and tensing, feeling the cum going right into you. Painting her walls white. Claiming you. Like no other man could.

You slowed down as you slowly laid on his chest. Both of you were heaving, he never had a woman ride him before, he always like to feel in control. Simon’s breathing steadied as he rubbed his hands up and down your back. He sat there feeling like he landed in his paradise. Simon haven’t felt like this in years, being peaceful, feeling safe. His brother would make fun of him, stating that he was becoming a teddy bear.

Your breathing started to steady, becoming normal. Snapping him back to you. “Can you stay?” You asked hesitantly, feeling his dick soften more inside you.

Simon sighed, he shouldn’t. He needs to leave, get up, and go home. Last time he would see you. Delete the number and never see her again. Literally “Ghost” you never talk to you. You sat up, he realized how long he was silent.

“Or um…” You stuttered finding words.

His heart started to beat hard and fast. Simon placed his hand on your cheek moving strands of your hair. “Love to.”

Fuck. Only if he could say no.

[theegemini92]

There’s no need for a High Lady

There are rules, it’s something sjm enforced in ACOTAR than any of her book series. This is why we have so much theories in these book series.

So my question is Why does everyone want a High Lady so bad? Especially ones chosen by the land? Just because there was one or have been some does not mean it’s a given.

FROM MY UNDERSTANDING, Fionn and his best friend started a rebellion. The only reason Theia was involved was because she was his mate just like feyre is to Rhys. Fionn was High King. It does not mean theia wasn’t powerful in her own right. Just like feyre. She was given a title. It didn’t say she was ChOSEN by the land. Yes neither did it say Fionn was too

HOWEVER

“ Fionn united the territories of Prythian, becoming High King and making Theia his High Queen. (All titles) Theia claimed the Dusk Court to herself, turning the place where she had once served as a slave into her sanctuary. With the tithe to the Daglan gone, the Fae saw their powers strengthen, as did their connection to the land. The island's powers became Theia's power: dusk and twilight.”

So in this sense did it choose her? Because the fae are all connected to the land not just High Lords for they are Power itself. She might not have been the only one to control dusk and twilight. Many fae did. For instance it’d make sense Lucien can wield fire instead of “day light” because his mother can wield fire too. I’m sure in every court creatures and fae alike have a sort of winter power to make ice, wield fire, air, earth etc.

Fionn said his next successor he would choose to rule was their first daughter, Helena who is Bryce ancestor (so technically Bryce is the rightful heir to prythian)

But I digress:

In our real world, only women give birth and THATS OKAY. Women can do so much more than men physically can and that’s ok. Women have ruled kingdoms, tribes etc not because of their physical strength and intimidation. So why do we want to share.. now WHY DO WE HAVE TO SHARE A SPACE WHEN WE CAN CARVE OUR OWN.?

Feyre the curse breaker is so much better than Feyre the high lady…

Why can’t we woman carve so much more than fight for positions men squabble for?

My next take is with hyburn. The king of hyburn isn’t a high lord. But he was powerful, Drakon and Miriam? They aren’t high lords but I’m sure powerful too in their own right?

So what is wrong with only males having this ability? Maybe in this world that’s how it works and that’s okkk…

Just because a female takes a crown doesn’t mean she’d do any better… amarantha and feyre are examples… look at what Theia did? In the end they are just like the males…

I won’t care one way or another if a female is chosen but if a female isn’t that’s fine. That’s the natural order or the world of prythian. Maybe females play a vital role that has been forgotten and that would be such a great take making the males revere their females. Instead of fight or subjugation like Rhys suggested. If Nesta were to use the artifacts she could become queen. But to me a queen needs to understand each courts magic. Feyre could’ve been perfect for the role cus she has a tiny piece but that queen would also have to be POWER ITSELF. Not a spec 😂 that queen will have to be multicultural, she’d have to know the ways and language of every court and kingdom of prythian so she can empathize and punish accordingly. I’m sorry but three human women who disliked the fea and somehow still don’t and don’t understand their ways will not cut it.

I hope sjm creates a new path for females maybe even stronger than the males or give us a queen who understands and knows all her courts and subjects.

What do you think? Do you really want high ladies?

[intricate-ritualz]

trans percy looking into circe’s magic cloth mirror and seeing himself taller, with broader shoulders and a sharper jawline. he’s 13 and insecure, he’s going through the wrong puberty, and he’s looking at a version of himself that he never thought he’d get to see. he already feels out of place on the island, “where are all the dudes?” and circe is telling him that she can make this cis version of percy reality. and all he has to do is drink some potion.

“the first step is admitting that you're not happy the way you are."

he knows deep down it’s a trap, but circe’s magically aided manipulation is convincing, and maybe a part of percy wants to believe it’ll work. he knows he still has a way to go in his transition, but why should he have to wait? he’s surrounded by magical beings (including his own father) that could instantaneously put him in the right body… but choose not to. why won’t they just help him out?

“why question it? i mean, don't you want the perfect you right away?”

and here is circe, practically giving his dysphoria a name and a voice. telling him she agrees that he doesn’t have enough muscle or body hair and he isn’t tall enough and his voice isn’t deep enough. telling him these feelings are valid and it’s understandable why percy would hate himself so much, find his body so foreign. telling him there’s no need to find himself through transition, because she can make him cis. make him palatable.

“the hardest part of the makeover process is giving up control. you have to decide: do you want to trust your judgment about what you should be, or my judgment?"

and then he’s turned into a guinea pig. his body is made more wrong than it was before. how could he have been so stupid? he feels completely helpless and out of place but. doesn’t he always?

“men are pigs, percy jackson.”

but he’s still told that he isn’t the same as the other guinea pigs. he’s less feral. more docile. the perfect class pet, something to be ogled at from behind a glass wall. he doesn’t belong on circe’s island of perfect girls and women of course, but he also doesn’t belong here with the other real guinea pigs. maybe he’s actually a hamster.

“i thought about what circe had said: ‘see, percy? you've unlocked your true self!’ i still felt changed. not just because i had a sudden desire to eat lettuce. i felt jumpy, like the instinct to be a scared little animal was now a part of me. or maybe it had always been there. that's what really worried me.”

[saywhatjessie]

Biscuits with the Bisexuals (plus Trent)

Day five of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 5: Holiday Baking. Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: TedTrent & RoyJamie .7k[Ao3]

“It’s real nice for you to let us use your kitchen, Roy.”

Jamie heard Roy grunt as he led their guests into the kitchen. Ted Lasso’s smiling face appeared through the entryway, his wide American eyes staring unashamedly around Roy’s house. Trent Crimm followed with only fractionally less obvious curiosity.

“He’s letting you use his kitchen, darling,” Trent told Ted, pulling himself onto a barstool at the island. “I’m here to look pretty and heckle.”

“Oh, mint, me too!” Jamie said, hopping up next to him. “I usually sit on the counter, though.”

“Keep your arse off my counters,” Roy glared but Jamie just grinned back, sunnily. He huffed a breath, hiding his own smile (but Jamie still saw it. He always saw it.) before turning back to Ted. “And I’m not letting you use my kitchen, I’m putting you to work.”

Ted nodded, affably. “Well point the way and I’ll make like Riri, Roy-Roy.”

“No,” Roy said.

Jamie rolled his eyes, turning to Trent. “He’s just grumpy because he was left out of his family text thread on who was bringing what to the family biscuit exchange.”

“Biscuits aren’t even a Hanukkah tradition!” Roy shouted. “Fucking Christians, ruining everything.”

“He has to blame the Christians because it was Phoebe’s idea but he can’t ever blame Phoebe for anything.”

“The Christians got to her! She’s an impressionable child! Not her fault.”

Jamie gestured at Roy as if to say ‘see?’. Trent snorted.

“Well if you don’t wanna do cookies why are you so steamed you weren’t in the group chat?”

Roy grunted, turning away from them to bring out the stand mixer.

“He’s mad because it was only women in the group chat.” Jamie told them. “HIs sister Ruth was the one who told him about it, all confused because she doesn’t cook or nothing. Roy then made a big stink about gender essentialism and how he should have been given the option to contribute, even if he thinks a biscuit exchange is dumb.”

“It is dumb,” Roy grumbled, pulling our various measuring bowls.

“I know, babe,” Jamie told him, giving him a sympathetic put he couldn’t see. Trent snickered into his hand.

“Well, hey, Roy, that’s great! Standing up for gender equality.” Ted said, grinning. “You’re like that tall fella from High School Musical who wants to bake and play basketball. You won’t stick to this status quo.”

Jamie snorted. “Except Roy can’t bake. He’s dead good at cooking and that but he can’t make a biscuit for love or honey.”

“It’s love or money you twat.”

“Oi, is that any way to speak to your honey?”

Roy growled. Jamie winked at him.

“Well, Roy, I am happy to lend my expertise,” Ted chimed in. “Might be fun to coach on you something I actually know something about. Switch it up.”

Roy snorted but his mouth tilted into an almost smile which cheered everyone up.

Jamie leaned over the island. “Get us some tea, Roy?”

“Get it yourself,” Roy said but started the kettle himself anyway.

“So what are you baking biscuits for, Coach?” Jamie asked, crossing his arms on the counter.

“Well, Rebecca has praised me a bit too much in front of the rest of Nelson Road “ Ted winced. “So I’m making a super batch so everyone can get some. Little too much for my tiny kitchen.”

Jamie hummed. “Roy, can I try some of Coach’s biscuits?”

“No.”

Jamie whined. “Just one! While he’s here! If everyone’s gonna be talking about how lush they are, I wanna know how lush they are. Even if I can’t have more than one.”

“We can make him do squats to work it off,” Trent reasoned.

Roy snorted. “You know nothing about nutrition or fitness plans for athletes, Crimm. He’d do cardio, not muscle training.”

“Jumping jacks, then.” Trent shrugged. “I’m not picky.”

“You’re a freak, Crimm,” Roy told him, but he didn’t sound unhappy about it.

Ted and Jamie laughed.

“Well let’s get bakin’, Clay Aiken!’

“Perfect appropriate queer reference, Ted,”

“Thanks, sweetheart,”

“You’re insufferable.” Roy told them.

“So are we, though!” Jamie responded cheerfully.

“Do you think the oven’s preheated enough for me to put my head in?” Roy asked.

“Are you a biscuit?” Trent asked.

“More of a tart,” Jamie responded.

“No, Jamie, you’re the Tartt.”

“This was a mistake.” Roy said.

They made 12 dozen biscuits.

[dalyntha]

Howie Mandel, a meager and unassuming opinion

The other day I posted about “Deal or No Deal Island”, and during the course of that post I explained the basics of the original “Deal or No Deal” show. I of course mentioned the host, Howie Mandel. Why would you shorten Howard to Howie? Howard really is an awful name, but Howie sounds juvenile.

According to the many (one) source, HM was born in 1955. That means he is 69 years old this year. (Stoo snickering). I have a hard time believing it, but he’s older than my parents.

He’s old enough to vividly remember the civil rights movement, a handful of wars (that we know about 👀) and like, a crap ton of other important stuff. He was 30 ish when the Berlin Wall fell. It may not seem like that big of a deal, I mean, there’s a lot of people that age, I mean, come on, the “boomers”. AKA my grandparents generation had little to no self control and/or birth control.

It’s just, Howie does not look like he’s about to ding 70. There’s a handful of celebrities that have really aged well, that’s another post. But Howie is - different. I think, and I could be wrong, that Howie Mandel is indeed an extraterrestrial being. This is why, I’m sure many of my readers noticed, I called him a creature. I can’t definitively say he’s an alien but he is a creature. Now, if you have seen the stage of the “Deal or No Deal” show, it’s lit up, and like, for sure a space ship deconstructed into the stage. Howie lives deep beneath the ship/stage, in quarters that “NBC” Has provided for him, in addition to many other forms of payment, because Howie requires intense medical care. Not used to the germs that humans carry, his weak alien immune system (well from our point of view, I mean, it could be that he also can’t handle our atmosphere yet he persists…just suffers for it by being almost paralyzed by common human germs. His people have cleverly covered this up by having him tell everyone that he suffers from OCD, and more specifically, he is a germophobe. Putting him in harms way every time he did a show by letting middle aged women hug him and good ol boys grab his hand for a handshake. Doctors here have struggled to adapt our medicine to treat him, but thanks to the profits of the game show, they are able to provide him every effort.

I won’t go into his career much other than to say that he apparently voiced Gizmo from “Gremlins”. That was a pretty cute little thing until it’s fur melted into a slick acidic mess of a monster. It didn’t terrify me as a child (i think i was 5 when it was in theaters, i wanted to go and my mom said no) but it did really piss me off to have the cute thing do that.

Pretty sure HM has done a lot of stand up comedy, interviews, and of course AGT. It’s all to keep his cover, any platform where he can comedically display his humanity, that’s where he is.

I don’t think anyone knows what his real motives are. Are there more like him? Will they come here in more game show ready space ships? I mentioned his youthful appearance, and of course this will eventually catch up with him, unless him or his people…have already planned our convenient end before then?

I’ll leave you with that, dear reader. Will be come for you? Will you hear a constant gentle rapping, rapping at your chamber door?

“Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from offmy door!”

Quoth the Raven, “Deal…..or no deal??”

@twig-gy

[vcw-rp]

𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 ℝ𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤

🅟🅔🅞🅟🅛🅔 🅦🅘🅛🅛 🅣🅡🅨 🅣🅞 🅑🅤🅡🅨 🅨🅞🅤...

🅣🅔🅢🅢🅐 🅑🅛🅐🅝🅒🅗🅐🅡🅓: “These last few months, the Elites of the World have faced some setbacks, we’ve had things put up in our path meant to keep us from success, but as you can see, some of us have made it… VCW, Miranda Alize and Thunder Rosa are now your Wonder and Future Champions, respectively! And I’m not a member of MCW’s roster, but I see the BaeBlade and the Snow Queen, are now the Highspeed Princess and Universal Queen Champions!“ The ShElites would applaud and celebrate themselves for a moment as Karmen and Miranda raised their titles before Tessa continued, her tone of voice slowly shifting from excited to focused…

 “You see this… This is what the Elite Collective of Wrestling is all about… Hard work pays off, nothing holds us back unless we allow it to, WE’RE THE BEST… And that’s why I’m not worried in the slightest about losing the Queen of the Vixens Tournament… Look at what’s ahead of us… THE VIXEN’S CHAMBER… And that’s not just a big first in this promotion’s history, it’s a big opportunity for any one of us, and I intend to make the most of this opportunity… Now, we don’t know who’s getting a shot and who’s not getting one, yet, but if I’m not at least in the conversation after my performance in the Queen of the Vixens Tournament, or even after the win I get tonight here on Legendary, I’ll be shocked… But for now? I can’t focus on that… Not when this is a match that I intend to use as a rebound from my previous loss… And not when it’s potentially, a good day to be DRIVING THROUGH ROADBLOCKS…” Tessa would crush her knuckles together before continuing…

“Carmella and Sonya Deville… That’s all the two of you ever seem to be; ROADBLOCKS. You never seem to really find yourselves doing anything meaningful or anything that’ll elevate you to the next level… I mean, Carmella, let’s be real, YOU’RE A LOSER… You would be right at home at a beauty pageant gossiping and talking about how pretty you are, and then being absolutely clueless in regards to anything else. The title will just look good on you, but the title won’t look good WITH YOU…”

“This isn’t me ignoring your skills, when you want to be, you can moonwalk and talk trash, just as advertised… BUT I’M NOT ONE OF YOUR USUALS, SWEETHEART… I’m the Diamond of Professional Wrestling and I’ll look just right standing over your body with my hand raised…”

🅐🅝🅓 🅦🅗🅔🅝 🅣🅗🅔🅨 🅢🅤🅒🅒🅔🅔🅓, 🅘🅣'🅢 🅤🅟 🅣🅞 🅨🅞🅤 🅣🅞 🅓🅘🅖 🅨🅞🅤🅡🅢🅔🅛🅕 🅞🅤🅣...

Tessa would pause for a moment, bumping fists with her stablemates as she continues… 🅣🅔🅢🅢🅐 🅑🅛🅐🅝🅒🅗🅐🅡🅓: “And let’s not forget about Sonya the same way she’s forgotten that she once used to be an MMA fighter, a force to be reckoned with, the enforcer to two women who now make more money in one week than she does in a year! You’re a joke in 2024, Sonya… I can’t even remember the last time you were someone to be feared or someone to even acknowledge as a contender, you’ve REALLY let yourself go… And now you’re here in VCW… Is this even your first time? I genuinely can’t remember… But it doesn’t matter, because I’m gonna show you what a REAL ‘Hellevator’ is when I lower everyone’s expectations of you going forward by beating you down and maybe stacking Staten Island’s most annoying local party girl on top of you for good measure.” Miranda would laugh, spitting out her drink at these comments as Tessa gazed into the camera, continuing her statement…

 “The ShElites aren’t done dominating VCW, not by a long shot, and we don’t always have to end up in an immediate title opportunity to do that… Carmella’s the daughter of a jobber who barely left a legacy or even bothered to help her make one that isn’t plagued with the memories of short, embarrassing and goofy title runs and Sonya’s just not as fired up as she wants us to believe she is! But then you have me… THE DIAMOND OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING… I shine under the brightest of lights and I don’t crack in the face of pressure, but I THRIVE under it. Sonya and Carmella have shown that they crack when there’s just too much pressure on them. They’re not UNDENIABLE like I am. They’re not CHAMPIONS like I am. And they sure as hell aren’t WINNERS like I’m gonna by the time Legendary comes off the air tonight. They could never lace my boots, they could never hold a candle to me, and if they tried, I’ll take that one little flame and I’ll burn them with it because I’m just THAT DAMN GOOD!”

Tessa would slap her hands together abruptly walk past the camera as the rest of her shocked, yet hyped up ShElites followed behind, ending the video with Tessa stating that she intends to defeat Carmella and Sonya Deville, perhaps earning her place in the Vixen’s Chamber conversation this week on Legendary…

[stervrucht]

Proximity - Part 2

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Eddie has no idea why it bothers him that Steve is out with some girl, nor why he’s painting his nails with Robin.

He doesn’t paint them often. It’s more effort than it’s worth and Eddie can’t keep his hands still for long enough to allow the varnish to dry. 

Still, he accepts when Robin asks him to hang out. 

Her room is simple and small, yet it radiates personality.

It radiates Robin. 

Surfaces are littered with trinkets — a cliché souvenir from Indianapolis, a picture of little Robin with a cat, some colorful pebbles she probably collected. She has a French horn sitting neatly in a case, and a stand with sheet music.  Her walls are covered in posters — female artists like Blondie and The Runaways. 

He doesn’t question the way her eyes linger on him when she tells him about Steve’s untrackable love life. 

When he asks Robin about her love life, she promptly blushes and looks away. 

“I’m working on it,” she says, uncharacteristically shy. 

Eddie eyes the posters and feels something click in his mind.

When he gets home he looks at his nails. The varnish is dented where he bumped it into things before fully drying and his thumb is already chipped from where he bites it sometimes.

A few days later, when he sees Steve at Family Video, the black on his nails resembles a collection of small black islands in a sea of pink.

Call it a nervous tick.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Eddie asks Robin.

For a moment, a mild shock paints her face, but then it’s gone. Like the first snow in November, when the ground is still warm from summer.

Robin is a stellar actress. 

“Have you?” she asks, and Eddie should have seen that coming. 

He opens his mouth to answer but before he can make a sound Robin cuts him off.

“Middle school doesn’t count when you’re over twenty.”

“Well, shit, you’re onto me, Buckley.” Eddie chuckles.

Eddie knows. Or at least he thinks he does.

Girls who like Joan Jett like girls. 

Eddie has seen it before. At the parties, he attends when he’s selling.

The more niche — the more underground — the better the buyers. 

Inexperienced high schoolers hardly fill his wallet. 

So he goes to the parties filled with leather and smoke and music that thumps in tandem with his heart, and there he sells. There are no rules at those kinds of parties, only intoxication, flesh, sweat, and lust.

He doesn’t partake himself. The women who try to wind him up — to get his shit for free — he turns them down.

He has to. 

He’s got a supplier to pay and this is his job.

Men don’t require free shit. They will flirt for a quick fuck.

He turns them down too, but a part of him feels flattered

“Have you ever kissed a guy?” Robin pulls him back from his thoughts.

They look at each other and Eddie realizes Robin knows too. Of course, she does. She knew before he realized it himself.

Because he has never kissed a guy.

But he wants to.

It's Friday and movie night is cancelled because Steve is on a date with Jennifer.

She’s all wrong for Steve. Too bland. Eddie knows it won’t last but he still feels bitter. 

Eddie takes Robin to one of his dark clubs. The kinds where anything goes and the people don’t care. They go, not to deal this night, but to get Robin out there.

The girl is a disaster and Eddie knows she just needs a little experience, a little boost, and she will do fine with Vickie.

Vickie, a redhead. 

Robin told him, and Eddie can vaguely recall her from the party at Robin’s house. Eddie supposes she’s a nice girl and he hopes — really hopes for Robin — that Vickie likes her as much as she likes her.

They go to a thrift store and buy something black just to tear it to shreds — to make it better — and Robin looks fantastic. Messy hair, dark make-up. A real Joan Jett. If Eddie was a girl, we would go wild for her. 

They paint their nails too and this time Eddie’s look better because Robin did them for him.

When Eddie looks in the mirror he thinks he looks pretty fucking good with his low-buttoned black shirt that shows off his tats. 

The club is dark and the atmosphere heavy. Eddie hasn’t really been there to party himself, only to sell, and it’s strange to be on the other side of it.

Bodies move like snakes, coiling around each other. He guides Robin to the bar and sticks up two fingers to the barman while mouthing for gin. He hands one of the tiny glasses to Robin and she frowns at it.

“For courage,” Eddie says in her ear, his voice hardly sounding above the insistent bass. He lifts up the glass and Robin reciprocates his toast. Then, after Eddie tips his own shot back, she follows suit.

She scrunches her nose and Eddie wonders if this was her first. Probably. He won’t ask her. 

Clubs aren’t made for talking.

Eddie grabs her hands and leads her through the crowd. They settle, surrounded by bodies, and Eddie moves his hands to her hips — to guide her. He can see she’s out of her element but soon the gin will loosen her up and Eddie will make her flirt with some girls. Or maybe leave her to swim in the sea of bodies for a while, to see if she floats.

When the gin hits, Robin’s movements become looser. They aren’t particularly enticing, but they’re quirky and cute. Sweat is forming on her brow in the heat of the crowd when a girl with a black pixie cut steals Robin away.

Eddie leans against the wall and watches them dance from a distance — to keep an eye on her. The girl seems nice enough, doesn’t force herself, and Robin seems more confident as she leans forward to say something in her ear. 

“You dealin’ tonight?” 

Eddie looks next to him and sees a man in his late twenties with dark brown hair and green eyes. Eddie recognizes him vaguely and he supposes he may have sold to him before — if the question wasn’t a giveaway yet.

“Not tonight.”

“Too bad,” the man says. He takes his time to look Eddie over before continuing, “You’re looking for a bit of fun?”

They share a joint — Eddie’s personal stash — and then they’re making out, sloppy and wet, and Eddie has never kissed a guy before. He feels stubble on his cheek and smells the geranium of his perfume and sweat.

The guy’s brown hair tickles his cheeks and it’s the same shade as Steve’s.

The man’s hands are strong where they trace above Eddie’s jeans, his fingertips calloused — maybe from playing guitar or something like that.

And that’s not like Steve at all.

Steve is always on his mind.

He is everywhere.

Eddie feels like he’s going crazy in his absence. 

It’s even worse in his presence.

But that is hardly a problem because Steve is busy with Jennifer

Robin and Eddie have a movie night without him that Friday, curled up on the couch of Wayne’s trailer.

They watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and Robin sings along with the songs like the band kid she is. 

After their night out, something seems to have shifted in her, even though all she did was talk and dance. She seems more comfortable in her skin and when she speaks of Vickie, there is less of an anxious undertone to it. Eddie is happy for her.

He doesn’t tell her about what happened that night. 

Nor that he realized he may be in love with Steve Harrington.

Jennifer lasted a whole two weeks.

Steve drags Eddie to some dumb party in a last-ditch effort to get her back. 

It’s pathetic really, and it grates on Eddie’s nerves. Eddie doesn’t want to be there, but Robin couldn’t go and Eddie is just that fucking nice.

It’s not like the little get-together they had at Robin’s, which was mostly people from band — an effort to get with Vicky, Eddie realises in hindsight. This party is far out of the realms of Eddie’s comfort zone, especially when he’s not dealing. It’s filled with the type of guys who would make fists at Eddie, call him a freak, the types he loved to provoke in the cafeteria — a mating ground for meatheads and bimbos. 

Steve has had too much to drink. Eddie can see it in the way he staggers while he watches Jennifer get cozy with some lanky loser.

Eddie comes up behind Steve, rests his chin on his shoulders, and slides his arms under Steve’s, taking hold of the beer in his hand.

“I think you’ve had enough, Stevie.”

It’s for his own good.

Eddie knows he is pushing the boundaries of what is socially acceptable and he sees some people shooting them glances. A mix between curiosity and disgust. It’s not like jocks don’t do this all the time. They will slap each other's ass and say ‘nice dick’ and somehow that is acceptable. But when it’s someone like Eddie, it suddenly is too much

Suddenly it’s too real.

Steve turns around in Eddie’s arms and they are standing close.

“Hey, I was drinking that.” Steve frowns and his eyes are unfocused as they shift between Eddie’s before drifting down to his mouth. 

Fuck.

Eddie isn’t sure what Steve is about to do as he leans forward. Maybe he has just lost his balance, but it sure as hell looks a lot like Steve is about to kiss him.

And this party filled with loose-fisted jocks isn’t the time nor place for a sexual awakening of any kind. Kissing a guy is far outside of the realm of plausible deniability.

Eddie pushes Steve back by his shoulders and slings an arm around him, laughing nervously.

“How about we go for a smoke, you and I.” 

Steve furrows his brows.

They sit outside on the lawn. It’s a gathering spot for those that are too far gone. People are vomiting or getting it on, mostly one or the other, but occasionally simultaneously. 

The air is still warm and the sky is just barely settling into a dark blue. The time of dusk that somehow feels darker than night.

Eddie pulls his zippo from his pocket and lights the cigarette between his lips. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke rest in his lungs before slowly letting it escape through his lips.

Next to him, Steve holds his head in his hands and sighs miserably.

“Shit man,” he mutters. 

“Here.” Eddie nudges Steve in his side and the latter raises his head miserably. 

Eddie holds the cigarette out for him and Steve reaches for it with unsteady hands.

“Wait, lemme,” Eddie says as he brings the cigarette up to Steve’s mouth. 

Steve’s lips are warm against his fingers as he takes a shaky drag and Steve coughs a little when he exhales.

“Social smoker?”

“Hm...yeah,” Steve replies. He takes hold of Eddie’s hand and brings it to his lips for another drag. The press of dry lips against his fingers is more insistent than before. 

Eddie stares into the distance as he writes this Steve into his memory. Drunk, the smell of beer and smoke, and water hitting dry grass from sprinklers of the house across the street. Warm air and distant music, and people talking and yelling, yet it’s just the two of them — a world within a world.

Once they finish the cigarette, Eddie stands up and dusts his jeans. He offers a hand to Steve, who takes it gratefully. He is unsteady on his legs and Eddie holds him up by his shoulder.

“Lemme take you home.”

“I can’t stand being in that house,” Steve slurs.

“It will be okay, Stevie.” Eddie guides Steve to his van and counts his lucky stars he had quit drinking after one beer. He sets Steve in the passenger seat and leans over to buckle his seatbelt. 

When Eddie pulls away, Steve grabs his arm and when Eddie looks up, Steve lays his hand on the curve of Eddie’s neck, on top of his hair and it pulls when Steve tugs him closer.

“Thank you,” Steve says. His gaze is unsteady but piercing and Eddie feels himself freeze for a moment.

His mouth suddenly feels too dry and Eddie nervously wets his lips. “Anytime, Stevie.”

He sees Steve’s eyes drift down again, just for a second, and then Eddie pulls away.

When he climbs behind the steering wheel he turns his music off, allowing Steve to sober up in relative peace.

The white noise of tires hitting the road, the engine running, and warm wind gushing through an open window — just a crack — fills the car. 

“I didn’t even like her,” Steve says after a while.

The road is unlit and dark and Eddie has to keep his eyes trained ahead. He isn’t sure if Steve is talking to him anyway, or if it’s just drunken rambling. 

“Is that so.” Eddie tries to keep his voice cool.

“She was boring. We had nothing in common.”

Eddie hums.

“I don’t want to be alone…” Steve trails, almost a whisper, barely louder than the wind — like Eddie wasn’t supposed to hear.

“Believe me, Steve, you will not end up alone. You’re like, a lady’s magnet if I ever saw one.”

Steve scoffs in response and he turns his head towards the window.

When they arrive at Steve’s house, Eddie gets him out of the car and digs through Steve’s pockets in front of the door to get his keys.

By now, the house feels familiar — like a showroom or an image from an IKEA catalog.

Eddie understands Steve hates being here alone. 

Steve’s weight is heavy on his shoulder and he isn’t sure if it’s really because Steve is drunk, or because he has given up on walking altogether in favor of having Eddie do the heavy lifting. 

He guides Steve up the stairs and lays him on his bed. His legs dangle off the edge and Steve lays his head back, staring at the ceiling.

“Hold on one sec,” Eddie says and Steve just groans in response.

Eddie returns with Advil for the morning and a glass of water, and sets it on the bedside table before he sits down on the bed next to Steve.

“Up you go.” Eddie lifts Steve up in a sitting position and by now he’s sure that Steve is just being a drama queen because he doesn’t seem half as drunk as he pretends to be.

He brings the glass to Steve’s mouth and makes him drink even when Steve initially refuses.

Steve will thank him in the morning.

“Lift your arms,” Eddie instructs.

Steve is looking at him with those big brown Bambi eyes. 

And fuck, if that doesn’t make Eddie’s heart do a little summersault.

Steve blinks slowly but obliges and Eddie strips him down to his boxers and lays him down.

When Eddie is about to pull away, Steve grabs his wrist and it’s more steady, more forceful than someone drunk has any right to be.

"C'mere." Steve pulls on his arm and Eddie thinks this is probably a terrible idea. 

And look, Eddie might not stick that close to social conventions — or the law, for that matter — but he is a fucking gentleman and Steve is drunk.

So Eddie resists.

Steve pulls more insistently. 

“Stay.” It’s almost a whisper and it’s so desperate it sends a jolt down Eddie’s spine. 

Steve looks at him, eyes more steady. Perhaps the water had helped.

“Fine, I’ll stay,” he relents. “I’ll be down the hall—”

Steve pulls again. “No, here.” 

And Eddie feels himself lose his balance, or maybe it is just his urge to resist. He falls on Steve’s chest and who wraps his arms around him.

Steve holds him and even with Eddie halfway off the bed, it is nice. 

But it’s not sensible.

“At least let me change, Steve. Have you ever slept in jeans before? It’s not fun.” Sensible, Eddie reiterates to himself.

Steve whines when Eddie pries himself away. 

Steve is a needy drunk. 

And a little whiny. 

And a lot affectionate.

Eddie undresses quickly and moves Steve so he’s actually using the bed in its intended orientation. 

He slips in at Steve’s side, muscles tense as he tries to keep his breathing steady.

Is it possible to die of your heart beating too fast? Eddie is sure he read something about it somewhere and if so, this should be the moment he becomes a religious man.

Steve puts an arm over Eddie’s chest and burrows his face in Eddie’s neck, letting out a content sigh.

As Steve’s breathing slowly evens out, Eddie stares up at the black void of the ceiling.

He realizes Steve has won. There is no way Eddie can beat him at this game of proximity.

Steve, the new king of Personal Space Invasion.

Eddie realizes he may have stopped playing somewhere along the way.

There are no more girls. 

It makes Eddie happier than it should. Happier than he should allow himself to feel because it can only result in heartbreak.

Yet he can’t help himself. 

He takes all Steve will give him. Opens his heart to a world of hurt, just for a sip of the lake that is Steve. 

Eddie stays over at Steve’s place often.

Routine carves itself into their life like a glacier, slow and heavy, working its way through layers of stone.

There are no more girls and Eddie can almost pretend that what they share is something more — as long as it remains unnamed.

Steve doesn’t ask Eddie to join him in his bed anymore — he doesn’t have to.  It has become a silent agreement among them and surely there are places where platonic bed-sharing is the norm. Probably somewhere in Europe. 

Harrington is an Irish name, right?

Eddie always wakes up before Steve does. It’s not hard to do, because Steve likes to sleep in. He sleeps through alarm clocks like the sound is ambient and Eddie wonders how he ever gets to work on time. 

Some of those mornings, they wake up pressed together — Eddie’s back against Steve like they’re lovers.

Those flitting moments between sleep and wakefulness are the best because Eddie can pretend.

“My parents will be home this week,” Steve says that morning. He leans against the counter next to where Eddie is pouring them coffee. 

It is early and Steve will head to work soon. Shy sunlight peeks through the trees behind Steve’s house, into the kitchen where it draws lines on Steve’s thighs. Outside the birds sing like their lives depend on it, but in Eddie’s heart, it's quiet. The mornings smell like coffee and deodorant and freshly brushed teeth. 

His shoulders stiffen and his grip on the coffee pot tightens. He knew it would come to this eventually. He prepared himself for it, but it still stings.

“You must be happy,” Eddie says instead, eyes trained on the cups in front of him. They are full, but Steve can’t see that. Eddie can pretend a moment longer, to gather himself before he faces Steve.

“Not really…I mean, it makes no difference to me. They work late, or they have dinners with friends. It hardly changed anything except now I have to take them into consideration.”

“And that means they probably don’t dig me hanging around, right?” 

Sleeping over, several nights a week, in bed with their perfect son.

“Probably not.” 

Steve lets the words hang there and Eddie feels like he should take them, chew them up and spit them out into something better.

“Wayne works night shifts.”

The words are out before Eddie can stop himself. He hands Steve his coffee, just to have something to do as he sees Steve think. Anxiety wraps itself around him like a snake, squeezing his heart until Steve breaks him free.

Eddie imagines the snake from the woods, coiled up with a footprint.

Steve smiles, so carefree, so utterly unaware of the things it does to Eddie's heart and reaches over to smooth a curl behind Eddie’s ear. 

And this is new — this intimacy in the undeniable clarity of daylight. 

Eddie feels his pulse race and all he can do is gape at the back of Steve’s head, who is already walking over to the table with his coffee in hand. 

“I’ll grab our toothbrushes before I head out,” Steve says while he pulls out a chair.

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Loss and Gain [Ace x OC x Sabo!] Prt 2 Dressrosa

Authors note: So since I haven’t caught up in One Piece in a while (I’m in Dressrosa rn lord it’s long >_>) some stuff won’t make sense and all that, I apologize for it and if I see that it doesn’t make since I’ll work it out later on! Anyway enjoy!

Two years passed since Ace died at Marineford. I quit being a pirate all together as well. Marco accepted my decision and told me to be whatever I wanted to be. That I didn’t know who to be. Without Ace being beside me, telling me where to go, how to do things… I can’t make the call. Eventually I ended up just going along whatever the sea felt like was best for me. The One Piece is out there… but I’m sure Luffy was going to find it, and I want him to find it anyway. The thought of Luffy loosing his brother also weighed on my mind as I am in another part of the world away from my own family, my sibling. I can only pray again that Luffy will be okay and to guide me to whatever I need to do. I was lost. Had no goal. The only goal was erased now so… what now?

After a month of useless searching. I landed on an island that was a bit away from Punk Hazard, that’s when I met Law. He was a pirate but recognized my character. How it was broken down and no motivation. He told me we can team up and that a bigger threat is on the loose. I didn’t care at first until he said that lots of innocent people were going to get hurt or dead. Most importantly it had to do with the Marines and the World Government as a whole. Something sparked that day and it took me a while to find Law again, but I agreed to be an ally with him to take care of the threat.

Punk hazard was a mess. It was cold as hell on one end and hot on the other. Law told me the Admirals fought one another and created this island, part I’ve part lava. Just the thought of that scared me. If they can create an island based off that, they could easily destroy the world if they wanted to. Soon Law and I reached a large building and he was explaining to me what to do and who was the target. Then I heard a familiar voice. It was Luffy and his crew my eyes bottled up with tears and I automatically apologized to him for not saving his brother. Luffy said that it wasn’t my fault and that Ace would have wanted us to become stronger and push to our goals. I didn’t tell him that I haven’t had a set point on what my goal was. I was just following Law’s role for the moment.

Days went by and Punk Hazard’s villain, Caeser, was kidnapping children to test some sort of experiment on them. It was awful. “Why would someone do this? To kids?” I asked and Law responded, “People are born to treat others like trash, no one knows the reason.” After that we teamed up with Luffy again, not after their characters had to be fixed, to rescue the children and stop Ceaser. Soon when we did it Law and I went to a room where Ceaser has a bunch of fruits. Law told me that he was making fake Devil fruits and then we got ambushed and he told me to run. I didn’t want to leave him alone so we fought together and eventually Ceaser stood down.

After that battle, we joined with Luffy and the straw hats to go to the next destination that Law told us. Dressrosa. He told us that Ceaser was a pawn to the bigger picture and that the real enemy was Doflamingo. We all agreed to help, but the only problem is when we got there… Law was gone. I went with Luffy and Zoro to search for him… but thanks to the over crowded area I got lost. I started to freak out as I didn’t want to somehow end up with the bad guy.

I walked around a few more blocks before stopping at a shop that sold clothes and food. I looked around and noticed how exposed the women clothes were and decided not to buy it. Soon I grabbed something and went on my way. After a while I started to give up the search and went to a random bunch of tables and sat at one. “Damn… if Ace was here… I would have been out of this situation and would have found Law…” I mumbled and took a bite of my food. There was more people walking about and talking about the colosseum and the fight that was that day. I wanted to see myself and thought that maybe Luffy was there. Okay… that’s a good start! I finished my food and went to get up as I then ran into someone with a huge thud.

My glasses flew across and as I went to look up all I saw was a black and blue blob. “Sorry! I didn’t see you there!” It was a man. “No worries. I’m just in a hurry to find someone.” I went to the ground and started to search. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and then a gloved hand with my glasses were in front of me, “These yours?”

“Yeah! Thank you!” I bowed my head and grabbed them from him and put them on. I sighed as my vision came back and stood to thank him again. The man had blond hair, black eyes, and a top hat with googles. His attire was fancy like and he wore a black coat. “Thank you again. Sorry I ran into you.” I put my hand up with a sheepish smile. “Don’t worry about it. You said you were looking for someone, want me to help?”

“Huh? No, you already found my glasses. I don’t want you to do anymore for a stranger like me.” I said and he smiled largely, “Maybe we won’t be strangers.” I was confused by his words as he then took out his hand to shake, “My name is Sabo, I’m here looking for someone as well!” My hand was hesitant as I went to shake, “Victoria…”

“Great! Now we can help one another. I have to find someone very important. Once we get that done, I’ll help you find your person.”

“Thanks… but I already told you-“

“Let’s get started shall we? I’m in a bit of a hurry myself as my friend wants me to get this done ASAP!” Sabo turned on his heel and started to walk off and I was trying desperately to explain why he shouldn’t help. It reminded me of someone. But I couldn’t put a finger on it.

Later we ended up in the colosseum. I looked around and was confused. “Your person is fighting in the colosseum?” I asked and he hummed, “He’s very important like I said. Once we find him, I’ll have to explain a lot of stuff, but I’m sure he’ll understand.” Seems like a close friend. “So since is where I needed to go as well, maybe we can split up?”

“No no! That’s too risky, plus you’ll only get lost again.” Sabo said and I was about to protest when I stopped and turned to him slowly. How’d he know? Sabo turned to face me and I felt a shiver down my spine. What’s up with him? “You were talking about someone by the name of Ace hours ago, weren’t you?” My heartbeat went insane. Was he the enemy? “Don’t need to be scared. I’m an ally. You see, Ace is my brother.” My eyes widened as I slowly pointed up, “You’re… You’re his brother too?”

“Yes I am. We go way back- what do you mean by ‘too’?” He asked as he tilted his head. I blinked, “Someone else said he was Ace’s brother… his name is Luffy.” Sabo’s smile went wide again, “Yep. He’s also my brother!”

“WHAT?!” My jaw dropped as I put my hands on my head, “That’s insane! Another brother?! And you’re just telling me now?! Why didn’t you tell me before?!” I yelled and Sabo laughed, “Cause you bumped into me remember? Then dropped your glasses. So I couldn’t just drop the bomb right then and there about it.” I put my hands down, “I guess you’re right…” He continued to stare at me, that’s when I noticed a burn mark on his left eye. Maybe a childhood burn? “You see… when you also said you’re name. I remembered the small note you put on Ace’s grave. He must have impacted you a lot Huh?” My chest hurt, “Yeah…” The note I left before I quit was a heart felt one. About how I looked up to Ace and how I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, to only be too late. “Hey.” My head went back to look up at Sabo. “It wasn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself for his death.” Tears went to my eyes as I wiped them, “I know, but… I should have pressed harder…”

“At least you were there for him…” Sabo muttered and put his hat over his face, “I… suffered from amnesia after a Celestial shot me down as a kid… after that I worked for the Revolutionary Army for years… until I heard of his death and all the memories came back…” My eyes soften, “So. Don’t blame yourself. I blamed myself for not being there for him all those years. Plus I’m pretty sure he wants all of us to push forward for a better future.”

“Yeah… say Luffy said the same thing when we were on Punk Hazard.” I smiled and Sabo smiled back, “He is our brother alright. We always somehow have the same wavelength, the three of us.” Now I know about Luffy’s second brother, more compassion drizzled to them. “Say… Luffy was the person I was actually looking for-“

“No way! Me too! Say, let’s find him together, but don’t tell him that I’m his brother! Let it be a surprise!”

“Why? Did he forget you or something?”

“You’ll see. Let’s go to the dressing room.” Sabo said and led the way. Soon we met up with Luffy who dressed up in a beard and was called Luci. Sabo introduced himself to get the Flame-Flame fruit and soon confessed to being Luffy’s brother. Luffy explained that Sabo died that day when he was shot down. Sabo and Luffy had a reunion with a giant hug. All I can do was laugh a bit as Luffy was now not alone without a brother, he had Sabo. Come to think of it… maybe Sabo is a little like Ace. But I might be reading through the lines…

[chateautae]

maybe i do | kth. IV

➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 16k 

➵ warnings : swearing, light angst, loads of teasing, you kick tae once LMAO, sexual tension :o, kissing, heavy making out, straddling, marking, dry humping, light possessiveness, some jealousy, slight exhibitionism (?), mention of a name kink, descriptions of acrophobia (intense fear of heights)

➵ a/n: i’ve returned with another loaded chapter i somehow made angsty, a lil smutty and yet soft? idk what i’m doing anymore i stg taehyung and this trifecta will not leave me alone. as always, feedback is appreciated my loves!

chapter four : “feels like a river’s rushing through my mind”

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“Jimin, we had to leave early because a lot happened last night, okay?” Taehyung tried to reason with his friend over the phone, rubbing his temple tiredly as he leaned back against the kitchen counter.

“What the hell else happened?” Jimin asked on the other end. “You two put on quite the show before you left.”

And there it was, a reminder of that searing kiss you pressed to Taehyung’s lips that still racked his brain, quite frankly all of last night’s events between you two invading his thoughts.  

“A lot. Look, I’m sorry we left early. It was a great gala but we just didn’t have a good night.” Taehyung sighed recalling the fiasco. 

“It’s alright, tell me later.” Jimin softened, suddenly remembering a contributing factor to the terrible night. “But is Y/N okay? Hisung probably scared her.”

“I think she’s okay.” Taehyung stated, wishy-washy about his own answer. “I’m worried... though.” Taehyung took a poignant pause, reflecting on his own feelings as he worked through them, speaking again. “Is it normal, Jimin? To want.. to protect her?”

Taehyung’s friend contemplated the question. “I mean, depends on why you want to. What’s bothering you?”

“... I don’t know. I’m just worried about.. if she’s alright. I know people said things to her and I don’t want her hurt. ” Taehyung asserted, your well-being suddenly beginning to occupy the forefront of his mind. “I think.. I don’t like seeing her hurt, and it makes me want to protect her?”

“Well, I think that’s normal for any human being.” Jimin suggested. “But she’s your wife too, Tae, you’re bound to care about her.”

Taehyung was quick to counter Jimin, but more so seeking his opinion. “Yeah, but it’s just.. do I care because she’s my wife? Or because it’s her?”

“What do you mean?” 

Taehyung sighed, searching for the best way to word his spinning thoughts. “I think I don’t know whether I care because I feel obligated to, or it’s something... else.” 

Jimin paused on the other end of the line, considering his friend’s confession.  

“Taehyung, even if it’s about her, that’s not a bad thing, you know?” Jimin stressed. “It’s not bad to feel something more than an obligation.”

Taehyung considered the statement carefully, understanding Jimin’s point. “I guess...” He acquiesced into the phone, attempting to digest the weight of the words until you suddenly appeared drudging into the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes tiredly.

“I’ll call you back, Jimin.”

Taehyung ended the call after Jimin’s farewell, casting his phone aside as he watched you sluggishly plop down onto a chair by the island.

“Hey, good morning.” Taehyung greeted. 

Your eyes were nearly half-lidded, not even returning his greeting as you instead propped your elbows onto the counter, holding your head in your hands.

“Did you not sleep well?” Taehyung inquired, concerned by your lethargic state.

“I don’t even know. I think I eventually did but I tried sleeping mad, and that’s never good.” You answered honestly, groaning at the sleep still lulling the back of your eyes.

“It’s because of those women, isn’t it?” Taehyung accused bitterly. “Can you please tell me what they said? It’s bothering me too.” He admitted with an irritated tone, bringing his teacup to his lips as he kept recalling your hair from yesterday; most likely wet due to something they did.

And it still pissed him off, even if he didn’t exactly know why.

“I’ll tell you when I’m dead.” You deadpanned, collecting yourself and biting into a kiwi from a bowl of fruits.

You couldn’t help but remember the context of what they conveyed, nodding towards knowing Taehyung for more intimate reasons, and you oddly felt jealousy at the thought. Though you ultimately decided to leave it be, patiently wait for Taehyung himself to open up about his past with women.

Because after all, it wasn’t your business.

“God, why’d the night just have to suck so much?” You complained.

“I have no clue. I swear galas aren’t like that at all. They’re actually usually boring.”

“Well, clearly not this one.” You beamed superficially, assuming a perpetually grumpy mood as you began to pick at food.

Taehyung had done much thinking about the event when you’d both returned to your humble abode, you having shredded everything off your body to immediately sleep while Taehyung dressed down and sat in his office chair to brood.

There was something bugging him. 

“Honestly, I think it all came down to one problem.” Taehyung claimed, leaning forward onto the island to level himself with you, hands clasped against the counter. 

“What problem?” You questioned.

“I think it has to do with the legitimacy of our marriage.” Taehyung suggested. “Hisung only approached me because he thinks our marriage isn’t real, and said others can tell too. That’s not good at all.” Taehyung cautioned, becoming troubled by the realization himself.

You nodded in agreeance, recalling the events from last night. “Actually, I think you’re right. Those girls mentioned our marriage seeming fake too, and how people can apparently tell.” You informed, thinking it was alarming yourself three people had already told you the marriage seemed superficial.

“Really? Did they say anything else? Why they think that?” Taehyung asked eagerly.

You became apprehensive about spilling the details of what was said to you, not wanting to throw another pity party. So you masked some of the vile words and relayed an augmented summary instead. “It was just about the marriage lacking substance. There seems to be no love, so it seems fake.”

Taehyung digested that, rubbing against his lips inquisitively as he reviewed the information. “So the issue is we don’t seem in love?”

“Probably. You can usually tell when two people are in love, and that’s clearly not us.” You’re not sure why your heart felt a little sting at that claim, again painfully remembering you were robbed of ideally falling in love with someone, but now more so at the fact Taehyung and yourself could possibly never achieve that sense of love. 

Taehyung also felt a twinge at your comment, thinking it was a touchy subject, though wasn’t against the idea if it ever auspiciously occurred in the future. 

Could it ever really happen between you two, though?

“You’re right, but is anything we’re doing wrong? We act like a couple, don’t we?” Taehyung added, uncertain of the reason behind people’s suspicions considering how much of a show you two put on in public.

“I mean, maybe it’s not that.” You suggested. “I think it has to do with our statuses.”

“What do you mean?” Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m some runaway heiress, Taehyung, and you’re one of the most powerful CEOs in Seoul. It could easily seem like something’s behind our marriage with that knowledge.” You reasoned, feeling some of the daunting words those women said to you resurfacing, pairing with your mother’s awful insults. “I have an incredibly scandalous reputation compared to you, it can seem fishy. ”

Taehyung painted his face with slight disapproval, not liking what you said. “You’re not just some runaway heiress...” 

“Look, scratch the reason.” You moved on before you could overthink his sentiment. “We just have to appear more couple-like, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So why don’t we try it? We should probably start going on dates, maybe.. I don’t know, you start driving me to work or something, build our public image as a couple.”

Taehyung became intrigued by your idea, accepting the proposal. “You’re right. Maybe we should even spend our lunches together?” He offered his own suggestion. “I visit you and you visit me, say.. once a week? People would always see us at each other’s workplaces so it could deal with the status thing.”

“Yeah, I think that works.” You agreed. “If we lay enough pieces of evidence, people won’t speculate so much.” You figured, feeling good about the proposal yourself.

“We’ll need to plant more evidence than just dates and driving, though.” Taehyung pushed himself off the counter and advised, gesturing towards your device suddenly. “What do you have me saved as in your contacts?” 

You didn’t understand where he was going though followed his instruction, unlocking your phone and displaying Taehyung’s contact on the screen, turning the device towards him.

CEO Kim Taehyung. 

“Why’d you give me such a formal contact name?” Taehyung nearly looked offended, folding his arms as he scrutinized you. 

“Hey, you’re a year older than me. I thought I’d have some respect.” You pouted as you answered, knowing you were right in your action. 

“I don’t do the whole age and honorifics thing.” Taehyung dismissed. “You should have me named as something less boring, more cute.” He proposed as he leaned back against the counter again, watching you in all your morning glory as you pouted grumpily at him. 

You looked soft this way, and even if you were flashing him a testy look, he couldn’t help but find you cute for the umpteenth time. 

You narrowed your eyes at him as you typed in a new contact name, snickering to yourself when you turned your phone back to him. 

Taehyung zeroed in on the screen.

Bread Crust Boy

“That’s cute, right?”

“Yah, you’re so...” Taehyung huffed out before he leaned over and quickly snatched your phone from you, typing in something himself.

“Hey!” You almost propped off your chair and protested before Taehyung finished, flashing the screen to you. 

Taehyung ♡

“There.” He smiled to himself accomplishedly, offering your phone back.

The emoji made you a little shy, never having thought about putting a heart next to his name. “Why the heart?” You grumbled under a rosy blush. 

“It’s cute. I’ll change yours too.” You retrieved your phone and watched Taehyung pull his own out, typing with one hand. 

You realized peering at him do so that even a relatively large phone appeared small in Taehyung’s hand, impressed by his ability to work his phone so deftly.

It made you momentarily think about what his hands could do in other scenarios. 

Taehyung then hummed to himself satisfied and it brought you down to earth, seeing him grin at his screen before he turned his phone to you. 

Y/N ♡

“Now when people see our contacts it’s more realistic.” Taehyung explained, shutting off his phone as you caught sight of the plain wallpaper of his device. 

“On that note, we should probably change our wallpapers. Make them pictures of us.” You suggested with a strawberry in your mouth, thinking this was one of the primary ways of flaunting a relationship.

“But we don’t have any pictures.”

“Sure we do.” You answered distractedly as you swallowed, accessing the camera on your phone suddenly. “Come here.” You gestured for him to come to you, holding out your arm as you remained in your seat.

Taehyung became a little apprehensive, stepping over to you with crossed arms not understanding what you’re doing. He made to your side and you draped an arm around him, pulling him down to your height and he complied by bending, becoming eye-level with you. His expression dropped once he caught sight of your camera app open. 

“Seriously, we’re gonna take a selca?”

You smiled sweetly for the camera as you answered absentmindedly. “Yes we are, say cheese!” You cheered annoyingly, snapping the photo before he could even protest.

You reviewed the photo only to find Taehyung wasn’t even smiling, rather looking at the camera blankly and with crossed arms like he was fed up.

“Taehyung..” You whined. “Can’t you smile? Why is your face always so scary?”

“It’s a habit.” He defended, eyes narrowed.

“Well smile for me. We have to look like a couple, remember?” You tried to encourage, pulling him close to you again and extending your phone for another photo.

You were all about adjusting your position and smiling again until Taehyung spoke up all of a sudden, nearly making you choke.

“You like my smile, don’t you?” His voice was smug as ever, you snapping the photo just as your eyes went wide. You instantly took a trip down memory lane, recalling how you so boldly listed the things you liked about him last night, genuine things and he’d heard it all.

“Wh-what? I just said that for the guys, totally not true.” You sputtered, feigning innocence as you grimaced at the terrible photo you took; your expression surprised with Taehyung smirking devilishly.

“Hmm, sure.” Taehyung played along, though suddenly got all mischievous. “I recall something about my hands and voice too, no?” He began teasing, dropping his voice an octave lower as he ghosted the shell of your ear, arms unfolding so he could wrap his large, warm palms around your waist and pull you snug to his chest.

You shivered at the actions, feeling extremely attacked by nearly all of your favourite aspects of him coming on at once, and you deflected it all speedily.

“H-hey, we have a photo to take. Make it cute, cuddler boy.” You quipped back at him, knowing a clear blush was heating your cheeks while positioning the phone for another photo. 

“Ugh, fine.” Taehyung groaned, ultimately assuming a friendlier smile as he still hugged around your torso, cheek to cheek as you two grinned for the camera.

You snapped the photo and admired it; both of you dressed all homey adding to the domestic feel of the selca while quite intimately close together.

It looked cute though a little too simple, didn’t convey the message you two wanted practically flashing in front of everyone like a neon sign. “This looks too plain, let’s do something cuter.” You suggested into the air, though beamed when another idea dawned on you. “Oh my god, let’s take a Live Photo!”

“What?” Taehyung questioned as he glanced at you. 

“A Live Photo, genius. We’ll smile for the picture at first then do something cute, so when people hold down on it it’ll look all couply!” You were practically jumping out of your seat, explaining like an excited child showing off their favourite toy, and Taehyung found it incredibly adorable.

“Okay, that sounds good.” Taehyung and yourself then settled next to each other again, his arms encasing your waist tighter as you held the phone out.

“Remember, make it cute.” You remarked, feeling his temple against yours as you initiated the Live Photo. 

You both smiled at first, your usual grins until you ended up scrunching your nose, eyes turning into pretty crescents and Taehyung flashed a boxy grin, free hand coming up for a V sign. 

You thought that was the end, concluding the photo already cute enough until Taehyung suddenly turned his head and pressed a kiss to the apple of your cheek, your expression baffled.

The Live Photo caught Taehyung’s kiss though cut off right before your reaction, Taehyung’s soft lips now on your mind. Your own lips turned into an inquisitive pout, doe-eyes looking at him. “What was that for?”

“You said make it cute.” Taehyung casually shrugged, grasping his cup of tea from across the counter and taking a sip, eyeing you as he did so.

You could only sit innocently and break eye contact, timid about the fact that Taehyung just decided to kiss you. The little sound of his mouth leaving it also made something swell in your chest, finding the act too cute for its own good and you seriously needed to do something about your stupid blushing habit.

Why the fuck did he always get you like this?

Taehyung was unbothered as he watched you, your shy self returning to your phone reluctantly and he seriously couldn’t stop from snickering at your reaction.

“I’ll..uh, send it to you.” You offered practically hiding your face into your phone, working away on the device. “Live Photo’s don’t work on home screens, by the way. Unless you don’t care about your home screen.” 

“We should change our home screens. Maybe one of our wedding photos?” Taehyung suggested, his hand hooked onto the back of your chair as he stood next to you.

“That sounds good. We should probably try keeping a wedding photo in each of our offices, the house too. Looks super domestic.” You proposed as you sent the photos to Taehyung’s contact.

“Our photographer sent some to me a few days ago, let’s look.” Taehyung placed his cup down and referred to his phone, bending down beside you and leaning an elbow against the counter to draw closer to you. His one arm was still around your chair and enclosed you, making your chest flutter a little.

You both scrolled through numerous photos, mutually dismissing most of them since they either appeared staged, someone looked too unhappy or they simply turned out unfavourable. You both were nearly giving up until Taehyung landed on a photo taken of you two at the altar, perfectly timed at the moment after you both shared your first kiss. You both were looking almost dreamily into each other’s eyes, in such a genuine manner it reminded you of why your expression appeared so in the first place. 

Taehyung had made his little promise before he kissed you, and quite tenderly at that, dawning the realization Taehyung was actually a kind person, someone considerate enough to ensure your kiss was somehow magical despite the circumstances of your coerced marriage. It’s what made you look at him in earnest, your eyes shimmering brightly at him with a soft smile.

Taehyung found himself smiling at the photo as well, recalling that very moment. He’d thought your lips were so delicate, and sincerely hated seeing you fight so hard to do this for him, with him. So the sudden, emphatic need to make your world a better place, that he at least owed you the care of a real husband dawned on him at that time, smile warm as he looked into your Bambi-like eyes.  

Suffice to say, you both liked the photo, and it was you who spoke up to point it out. “I think this is the best one.”

“Yeah, me too.” Taehyung agreed with a grin as he looked at you, though you were only focused on the photo.

“We should get this printed, plaster it everywhere to be convincing enough.” You brought Taehyung back to reality, addressing the whole purpose of this conversation in the first place. 

Taehyung mentally recollected and lifted himself off the counter. “Yeah, I’ll um.. send it to you for your home screen, get it printed for our offices and the house.”

You nodded as you returned to eating your breakfast, all completely normal and Taehyung couldn’t understand how you could be, thinking a lot just happened in the last 10 minutes that wasn’t exactly average between you both, and yet you were unaffected. 

“How about we go on a date next weekend? I’ll take you somewhere.” Taehyung perked up from his own thoughts. 

“Sure.” You agreed, distracted as you set the Live Photo as your lock screen. 

“Is there anywhere you want to go?” Taehyung watched your distracted self, clicking away at the device and he oddly wished you’d look at him. 

“I’d love anywhere. Do you have a favourite place?” You inquired unexpectedly, catching Taehyung off-guard. 

“Me? My favourite place?” 

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“My... favourite place?” Taehyung reiterated to himself, never having been inquired of such a thing before and didn’t know how to answer. “I don’t.. think anyone’s ever asked me that.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows to yourself, eyes still glued to centering your lockscreen properly. “Really? Well, now I have. I’ll go anywhere you like. You’re in charge, Mr. Kim.” You gave Taehyung the wheel. 

Taehyung sincerely tried not to feel affected by you addressing him as Mr. Kim, though felt himself tensing at the term more than he should’ve anyway, mind wandering places. 

What would you sound like if you said that in another scenario?

Taehyung ticked his head to the side reprimanding himself, audibly taking a breath and clearing his scandalous thoughts. He then returned to his other intoxicating thoughts; where he’d realized he was seldom asked questions about himself, and you seemed to be the only person who ever did. 

“Alright, then. I’ll think of a date for us.” Taehyung affirmed. “We should enact all this right off the bat, by the way. I’ll drive you to work from now on starting Monday, and I’ll come by at your lunch hour.”

“Sounds good. Though are you sure about dropping me off every morning?” You looked up at him beside you, knowing it was your own suggestion though only threw it out there for the sake of the conversation, considering later Taehyung had a more demanding career than you. “Don’t you start earlier than me?”

“I’m the CEO of my company, I can start whenever I want.” Taehyung shrugged, unbothered.

“Alright, Monday it is.” You smiled at him with a thumbs up, eyes flashing to your phone screen once again when a notification popped up.

Something occurred to you at the same time, though, speaking up when it tickled your brain. “Do you do pet names, by the way? I think we’ll seem 100x more convincing if we call each other by them.” You threw the suggestion out there, trying to remain calm though became anxiety-ridden gauging his reaction. He didn’t answer right away, rather remained standing in silence and you assumed this may have been too intimate. 

You grimaced at your mistake, retracting the idea. “Um, if you’re uncomfortable with that we don’t-”

“Jagiya.” 

“What?” 

“I do pet names. I always planned to call my wife Jagiya.” Taehyung confessed, tone casual next to you and you suddenly became aware he was still holding the back of your chair, his proximity apparent as ever. 

“I like Jagiya, it’s pretty.“ You admitted.

“What about you?” He asked.

You became shy about exposing yourself, deciding instead to make this amusing. “Guess.” 

“Hmm, babe?” 

“Taehyung, everyone likes babe and baby. Those are a no-brainer.” 

“I was just making sure.” Taehyung countered. “What about honey?” 

“No, too 70′s.” 

“Darling?” 

“You wanna go 50′s, now?” 

“Umm.. Princess?” And that’s when your cheeks immediately heated, freezing on spot and feeling your heart leap even if it was just for a second, hoping Taehyung wasn’t paying attention to you. 

Though his next words proved you wrong. 

“Wait, you like princess?” Your chest fluttered at his reiteration of the term, this one pet name having always been your weakness. 

“No, I don’t.” You grumbled, hiding your hot face in your hands so he wouldn’t be able to see you, though Taehyung was always about teasing. 

You felt him bend down next to you, speaking smugly into your ear with a purposefully lowered tone. “Don’t lie to me, princess.” 

“Shut up, Taehyung.” You huffed. “I know you like it when I address you formally.” You retorted back, now daring to stare him square in the face with narrowed eyes, and watched as he slightly sputtered. “What? I never said that.” 

“Please, I can tell you have a name kink, especially with your titles. It’s obvious.” You teased him, stating it so matter-of-factly it had Taehyung quipping back in seconds. 

“No I don’t, there’s no proof.” He tried to deny convincingly, standing up and folding his arms as he looked away from you. 

“Oh really, Mr. Kim?” Your tone suddenly became sultry as you reached out for his forearm, and you couldn’t help but become alighted by the feel of his veins underneath his skin. 

Taehyung visibly tensed, his eyes almost alarmed as he glanced at you touching his arm, rebutting as a distraction. “Yes, Mrs. Kim. I don’t feel anything.” 

“Are you sure, Chairman Kim? I think you’re lying.” You then slid your hand up to his bicep, smoothing him over as you continued to tease smugly. It only made Taehyung’s jaw lock harder, physically reacting to your every addressment and it had you nearly cackling. 

Though Taehyung knew how to fight back. He suddenly became bold and positioned his hands on either side of your seat, leaning over and drawing his face so near your own your breath hitched dangerously. “I think you’re the one lying, Princess.” His tone scarily dropped an octave. ”I know you like it when I call you that.”

The coldest shiver ran down your spine, sucking in a breath. He stared deviously into your eyes with his deep voice hanging in the air, breath fanning your face, and you turned away from his scrutiny before it could affect you deeply. 

“What? I never said that.” You held your head up high as you diverted your eyes and copied him, causing Taehyung to bite back a smile at your little act.

He found himself enjoying this more than he should’ve, both of you nearly on the same wavelength of energy and it was genuinely amusing. 

Taehyung couldn’t suppress the feeling of eagerness that now overtook him considering your newer, more engaging arrangements. Maybe in near anticipation of being able to spend real time with you, even take you out on a date and explore a new level of intimacy paired your already thrilling chemistry in mind.

It made Taehyung smile at first, though ultimately fade upon further thought. 

He suddenly remembered how unaffected you seemed earlier by the idea of your new couple-like tactics, and felt discouraged even more recalling this marriage has only ever been something fake to you in the first place. It caused him to squash any thought of that something else he’d mention to Jimin earlier, translating to him ultimately burying his exhilaration deep down to avoid developing anything at all.

Little to Taehyung’s knowledge, though, was that you were bubbling with eager excitement all the same underneath, only deflated by thinking this didn’t mean as much to Taehyung as it did to you.

Monday had arrived, and it was time to entirely transform the way you interact with Taehyung. It had all began with his promise of dripping you off at work, climbing into his Mercedes and discussing details about your lunch date for later that day. 

It would be relatively normal, though with some flashing each other kind smiles and make-believe loving gazes in case a camera decided to follow you two. 

Your day progressed as usual at work, casual co-workers continuing to ask you for the details of your married life with Taehyung, and only providing the polished ones Taehyung and yourself had agreed upon. You never dressed anything up too fancily without his consent, knowing one misplaced piece of evidence in your story could debunk the entire marriage. 

It was bordering your lunch hour now, awaiting a text from Taehyung as you collected the things you needed. You were shuffling around in your purse to confirm your wallet when your phone screen brightened. 

Taehyung ♡  : i’m here 

You picked up your device. 

You : i’m coming :)

You fixed your purse onto your shoulder as you met Taehyung in front of your building, leaning against his Mercedes adorning an Alexander McQueen suit, hands tucked in his pockets. The expensive outfit hugged his body snug, displaying the perfectly carved proportions of his masculine curves, internally gawking at the sight. 

His hair was set handsomely to reveal some forehead, the dark locks falling above his eyebrows flawlessly. His strong brows were lightly quirked with boredom, the action harmless in nature though the image was lethal. He truly appeared as the epitome of a Greek God, the manner in which he rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek as he waited beyond sexy.

And you seriously wondered how you even breathed properly in his presence. 

He caught sight of you and his face lightened up, addressing you right away. “Hey, wife.” 

“Really, that’s how you’re gonna greet me?” You chastised him as you settled in front.

“Calling you wife makes sense cause we’re in our honeymoon phase.” Taehyung rebutted you. “Just get in, Princess.” He emphasized snarkily as he pulled your car door open, expecting you like a gentleman. 

You rolled your eyes, almost brushing past him normally until you decided to lay a hand on him, seductively dragging it across his chest as you walked by, voice submissive as hell. “Anything you want, Mr. Kim.” 

Taehyung felt something shoot through him, something dangerous and he wet his lips with his tongue, scoffing at your audacity. He shut your door shortly after you climbed in and began his drive to your lunch venue. 

He’d decided on an Italian café, choosing a table on the third floor in order to view the scenery of the city. The lunch progressed as normally as it could between you two, asking questions here and there that were too general for a married couple, though funnily befitting for you both. 

“So you’re CEO and Chairman of the board of directors, right?” You inquired, having done enough research on him and finding the two roles sitting comfortably under his notorious name. 

“Mhm.” Taehyung nodded, taking a sip of water. “My father stepped down as CEO when I was 21. He held both positions and didn’t trust anyone taking over except me.” 

“Wow, you’ve only been running the company for only 4 years and it’s reached this status? That’s... impressive.” You sounded it out yourself, genuinely taken by Taehyung’s success in such a short amount of years. 

“You know how much the company’s success has grown ever since I took over?” 

“I mean, it’s under any article that talks about you. You’ve done a lot for a 25-year-old.” You complimented him, biting into an egg, 

“Thanks.” 

“Why’d your father make you marry so young, by the way?” You questioned out of sheer curiosity, having found both your ages quite young to be bound to matrimony. 

“My father thinks I’m too invested in the company for my age. He wanted me to marry now to..” Taehyung stopped himself, not exactly wanting to spill the details behind his life since it bared a flaw of his, quickly changing the sentence. “..uphold our name. My father married young as well, it’s common in the Kim family.” Taehyung saved his answer; it wasn’t exactly a lie anyway, just not the right truth.  

“Ohh.” You nodded understandingly. 

“What about you? Aren’t you young as well?” Taehyung redirected the question to you. 

“Yeah, but it was mainly for my family too, especially my father. I owe him a lot, the least I could do was listen to him for once by marrying you.” You felt a pang of hurt plague you, remembering your mother’s words of how much you ruined your family. “I’ve also been on my own for a long time, so I don’t feel so young anymore.” 

“Fair point, I can relate.” Taehyung agreed, finding a correlation in both your lifestyles having forced your sudden maturation, amicable about having that in common with you. 

It wasn’t hard to relate Taehyung the more you talked to him, surprisingly finding yourself enjoying your time with him. You were more similar than you expected, and it dawned a new sort of appreciation for him. It was like this entire marriage would seem easier than you thought, especially with a great partner like Taehyung.

That was.. until it came time to pay for the meal. 

“And there’s your bill, I’ll come by in a short while.” The waiter smiled at you both before making their exit, scurrying off to another table. 

You weren’t really paying attention to Taehyung, and maybe that’s what made you believe grasping the bill would be easy. That’s exactly why you unsuspectingly jut out for the bill, suddenly feeling Taehyung’s hand also clamp down on the small black book. 

You both instantly shot a look to each other, eyebrows furrowed in incredulousness. 

“What are you doing?” Taehyung scolded. 

“I’m trying to pay the bill? What are you doing?” 

“I’m trying to pay the bill. You don’t have to pay.” Taehyung tried pulling the bill in his direction, though you kept your hand firmly placed. 

“And you who said that, President Moon? Move your hand.” You attempted to grasp the bill harder but Taehyung’s long fingers and somehow Godly grip became iron at this point. 

“I said it, now move your hand.” Taehyung stressed, eyes trying to discourage you though you remained as stubborn as ever. 

It then became a constant battle of pulling the bill in either’s direction, continuing for an almost laughable amount of time before the waiter returned, both of you composing yourselves at their presence. 

“Are we ready to go?” 

“Yes.” You and Taehyung both answered, snapping a scrutinizing look to each other. 

“Alright, then. Is there a card in the book?” 

“Mine.” Again Taehyung and you answered at the same time, both of you becoming irritated with each other and sending death glares enough for the waiter to feel displaced. 

“So.. whose card will it be?” 

“Mine, here you-” Taehyung almost responded completely until you sharply kicked him in the shin underneath the table, Taehyung biting down on his lip to contain his reaction and hand faltering from offering his card. 

“There you go, thank you so much.” You beamed at the waiter as you passed your card, bowing respectfully before leaving you both alone. 

Taehyung was still reeling from you kicking him, speaking to you in a hushed hiss. “What the fuck was that for? You’re wearing heels!” He bent down to rub at his possible wound, wincing at the sting. 

“Pay for me like that again and it’ll be harder next time. You’re already taking me on a date this weekend.” You hmph’d at him as you crossed your arms, feeling slightly sorry for kicking him so hard though you tried to justify it by remembering he deserved it. 

“For fuck’s sake, what am I gonna do with you?” Taehyung asked rhetorically, scoffing as he found himself between scolding you but also cracking up at the situation. 

Nobody has ever dared kick him, let alone tell him off. 

Nobody but you.

“My shin still hurts, you know.” 

“Taehyung, I didn’t even hit you that hard. Stop complaining.” 

“Well, clearly it was. I guarantee there’s a bruise.” 

“Then we’ll treat it, yeah?” You and Taehyung bickered down the hallway as he offered to walk you back to your office, claiming he should be able to see where his wife works for ‘informational purposes’. 

Whatever it was, you let him tag along. 

“Maybe if you didn’t hit me so hard.” Taehyung was really just trying to pull on your leg at this point, maybe even trying to elicit your sincere apology just so he could see you cutely beg him for forgiveness. 

He wouldn’t admit that aloud, though. 

“Look, my office is right there.” You pointed to the door just at the end of the hallway. “You’ve successfully walked me back, you can go now.” You softened a bit, grateful he’d taken his time to actually accompany you back to your office. 

“Nope. I should see your office too, don’t you think?” Taehyung wasn’t even sure why he was so adamant on not leaving yet, just found himself interested in exploring your life. 

“Fine, I’ll show you.” You sighed, walking in front of him to open your door. 

Taehyung was welcomed by a small, though cute office. You had wall-to-ceiling windows against one side of the room though was cut off by the unfortunate width of the smaller room. The view was large enough though to look out at the hint of Seoul’s skyline, not as high as his own though it was substantial. 

The office actually seemed to reflect you in many ways; the warm, pastel colours, a gigantic smart board clearly for designing, little personal touches that screamed you. Not to mention the scattered equipment and supplies needed for the workings of an architect sprawled across your desk, reminding him of the way your things were frantically moved into your studio back home. 

He smiled, liking the way you’ve managed to transform the rather quaint office into something welcoming, cute, almost relaxing. “It’s really.. warm in here.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I get cold easily so I turn the heat-.” 

“No, no. Not like that.” He clarified. “The room, it feels warm as in.. comforting. It’s nice.” Taehyung couldn’t help but draw comparisons between the room’s feel and you, flashing back to when you so easily calmed him down at Jimin’s gala a few days ago. 

The way your delicate hands soothed him, even kept him from hitting Hisung; it all continued to occupy his thoughts in a way he couldn’t quite word. 

The only thing he could accurately describe was gratitude. Gratitude that you were so warm in that situation, so comforting and could so pacifyingly aid him in a time of need. It was fucking poetic. 

“Oh, thanks.” You smiled at his compliment, almost shying away as you watched him admire your office. It felt scary to have a big-shot CEO visit your office knowing his is 100x better, the compliment definitely refreshing. 

You didn’t even realize you were admiring Taehyung admiring your office until someone knocked on you ajar door, turning around to see it was your co-worker Alex with some papers in hand. 

“Hey, Y/N, sorry to interrupt but could I borrow you for a second?” He gestured to the hallway outside, and you immediately followed the request knowing it was work-related. “Oh, of course.” 

Alex then stepped out, not having noticed Taehyung was in your office. It would’ve been okay, but Taehyung already didn’t like hearing your name uttered by some strange man, whirling around at just the lower register of a male voice. 

He furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you leave, you mouthing to him you’ll be back in a just second. You were just outside the room anyway, so you knew it wouldn’t be long. 

Though Taehyung didn’t know that, and he again found himself eavesdropping knowing it was a bad habit of his. 

“Did you get the proposal Mary sent to you?” Alex asked. 

“I.. uh, did she send it Friday?” 

“Yup, to everyone. She wanted us to review it this weekend before the briefing today.” Alex informed, though he found you drawing a blank. “Don’t tell me you forgot.” 

“Ah, fuck.” You swore as you remembered Friday, having left early and most likely missed the entire memo about the proposal. Not to mention the grand shit show that occurred that day and had kept you in such a sour mood you never considered work. “Honestly I did. I was so busy that day.” 

“You’re so lucky we’re friends, Y/N. Here,” Alex offered you a set of notes, your eyes scanning over them quickly. “It’s a summarized version. I knew you’d miss it since you left early on Friday, so it’s enough you’ll survive Mary’s nagging.” 

“No way, did you seriously do this for me?” You were baffled, flipping through the document to see it seriously detailed the right amount of information, and wasn’t just fluff. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? Can’t have her chewing your head off about it.” You and Alex laughed, recalling Mary was quite the eccentric character, and often grew angry over the smallest of details. 

“Seriously, Alex. You saved my life. Thank you so much.” You beamed, genuine gratitude in your voice. 

“No problem, I could tell you were busy when you left so early. Someone had to be your knight and shining armour.” Alex quipped, nudging you and you chuckled a little. 

“Oh please, I’m so sorry I made you do all this extra work.” 

“Don’t sweat it, it’s what friends are for.” Alex then suddenly reached a hand out and gripped your upper arm, nearly gazing into your eyes and his tone was coated with such sincerity you could feel it in the air. “I’ll always be there when you need help, Y/N. I mean it, in anyway I can.” 

You digested his words. “Thanks, Alex. I’ll make sure I summarize Mary’s proposal for you on our next project!” 

“We’ll see about that. I never want you to be doing more work than you should.” Alex chastised, hinting towards your slight workaholic tendencies and you felt like you were caught red-handed. 

“Ah, we’ll see. I’m gonna get going, I’ll see you around!” You chimed, stepping towards your office as Alex called back, walking away. “For sure!” 

You waltzed back in after shutting the door behind you, still replaying Alex’s sentiment of actually doing this amount of work for you as you placed the documents on your desk, lingering for a second until you completely forgot there was someone else in the room. 

You didn’t even remember him being here until you felt that same looming aura nearly demanding it be known, and you almost responded to it, before his deep, weighty voice sounded from across the room. 

“So, who’s Alex?” 

You turned around in lightspeed, remembering Taehyung was here. He’d assumed a leaned position against the wall with folded arms, his stare intimidating as he studied you standing in front of your desk. 

“Huh?”

“Who’s Alex?” Taehyung reiterated with a curt tone, though didn’t seem entirely angry. 

“He’s just a co-worker, Taehyung.”

“A co-worker who can’t see your married?” He scoffed, suddenly finding himself vexed. 

“Taehyung, it’s nothing like that.” You tried assuring, though Taehyung didn’t budge. 

“He did that extra work for you, doesn’t seem like nothing to me.” He countered, annoyance leaking into his tone as he kept his hard gaze set on you. 

“Oh c’mon, Taehyung. He was just being nice. Don’t tell me you’re getting jealous.” 

“Jealous? Couldn’t be me.” Taehyung denied. “I just don’t understand why you’re not wearing your wedding ring.” He suddenly pointed out with a scarily leveled tone, and at this point it became alarming. He was being too calm for the context of his words, making you apprehensive. 

You wanted to physically smack your forehead at his observation though, forgetting you’d left it behind by accident. “Fuck, Tae, I swear it was a mistake. I just forgot it on my vanity after I took a shower this morning.” 

Taehyung slightly softened at you using his nickname, and seeing you didn’t purposely leave it off. Though he was still annoyed by the situation more than he liked, grumbling to you. “You should always be wearing your ring. People should know you’re married.”

“Taehyung, I would never purposely leave the ring off. Besides, people can get the hint just by the way I act.” You knew you gave the correct signals to veer needy men away, becoming confused why Taehyung was so adamant about the wedding ring. 

“I always want to see it on you regardless. I could tell just now by the way he was talking to you it was more than being a co-worker, the ring would’ve made a difference.” Taehyung was less harsh now, though still held a resentful manner of speech whenever he mentioned Alex. 

“It wouldn’t have, he’s acted like that even before I wore the ring.” 

“So he acts however he wants regardless of whether you’re married or not?” Taehyung became even more annoyed. “Who’s this guy? Where’s his office?” Taehyung was just about leaving the room before your voice called him back. 

“Taehyung! Oh my God, there’s nothing going on. He knows who you are.” 

“He knows who I am but still had the audacity to touch you? What a brave fucking man we have here.” Taehyung joked to negate this burning feeling simmering inside him, scoffing to himself. You attempt to lighten the mood with a harmless chuckle. “Taehyung, you’re acting like he kissed me better than you or something. Don’t get so mad.”

“Oh, so he’s kissed you?” Taehyung didn’t know why that one sentence pissed him off so much, but his tone naturally grew more snippy than he planned and it gave him away.

“No, Taehyung, I was joking.” You stressed, arms crossed as you looked at him from across the room. “It’s not like you’d kiss me for more than a show, anyway.”

“Who the hell said I wouldn’t kiss you for more than that?” 

“Me.” You deadpanned. “It’s all just for show. You wouldn’t kiss me to claim me, and you wouldn’t even kiss me if someone dared you to.”  

“I can kiss you for a lot more than just a show, especially when it involves a guy who can’t remember you’re married.” 

“Oh, please. I dare you, Bread Crust Boy.” You became bold, rolling your eyes as you exchanged looking at him for sifting through your papers unbothered, not expecting anything from Taehyung, “I’d like to see you try. You know, maybe Alex is a better kisser, maybe I should find it out.” You continued on a rant, frustrated he was getting so worked up over nothing. 

“Or maybe I should go looking in my department for other guys to lock lips with only to see you still wouldn’t-” You were then cut off by Taehyung suddenly inches before you, grabbing your face and colliding his lips against yours in a single breath. 

You barely had time to react, eyes widening at first though registering the feel of Taehyung’s lips against yours, ultimately relaxing into his kiss. Your hands came up to hold his that held you, mouthing at him just as much as he mouthed you. 

His lips were so soft, oh so soft and full, it was difficult to not take the plushy flesh between your teeth. You felt sparks fly within your stomach as it felt like he was kissing you with intent, to prove a point, evident in the way his large palms completely engulfed your cheeks and were pulling you onto his lips.  

Taehyung continued to open his mouth to swallow more of yours, not even realizing the sheer power of his kiss had somehow walked you both back against a wall. 

Your back suddenly contacted the cold paint and your breath hitched, feeling his mouth swallow any exclamation you’d make, the feeling of his body crowding you against the wall utterly divine. His tongue swiped the bottom of your lip patiently as you gushed in a place you shouldn’t, almost requesting access and when you opened your mouth, Taehyung was more than happy to slither his tongue inside. 

You tasted him then, the sweet sensation so good you let out a light moan, fingertips digging into the back of his rough hands. 

Taehyung’s body jolted when he hears you moan for the first time.

Your grip on his veiny hands become harder the more he worked his lips against yours, constantly mouthing at you like you were fresh water and you only reciprocated the same desire back. 

The kiss was intoxicating, becoming utterly otherworldly until Taehyung suddenly tore his mouth from you, leaving you flustered and oddly, disappointed.

You were both only left breathing hard, eyes staring into each other’s in shock as you huffed and puffed together. Taehyung then licked his lips and broke eye contact with you, clearly trying to register what in the world just happened. He collected himself in a split second, returning a more serious look as he cleared his throat. 

“Like I said.. I can kiss you for more than just a show.” He made his point,  retracting his hands from your face as he began walking towards your door. No rush or haste, rather calm, too calm as he stepped away from you. 

You were still trying to quell your racing heart as you watched him grasp the door handle, pulling it open by just a crack before speaking, his broad back to you. 

“Always wear my ring. And if I see that co-worker touch you again, I’ll make sure the way I kiss you is definitely to claim you, and nobody has to dare me.”

And with that, he left with a hard slam of your door. 

Two weeks. 

Two weeks have progressed, and you still haven’t been able to erase that fucking kiss from your mind. You knew it was the result of your own teasing, though were completely unaware Taehyung was the type of man who did not like his ability being questioned, and if you ever did so you’d be in more trouble than you bargained for. 

But you’d gone and done it anyway, your punishment being your inability to forget his mouth against yours for 14 whole days. 

And it was utterly dangerous. 

Not only did it occupy your mind as a singular thought, but also invited multiple ones of what more he could do, what more he was capable of with those deft hands and muscles of his, often sending you over the precipice. You found your mind wandering more than it ever has, now regarding everything about him in a new light that was leaving you tearing your hair out. 

His lap wasn’t just a lap anymore, it was now a seat you were sometimes itching to sit in just to know what it feels like. His arms weren’t just limbs, rather strong muscles you wish would hold you, wrap around you. His lips weren’t just a part of his face, rather ravenous, plushy pillows you wanted not just against your own mouth, but on your neck, your collarbone, your skin, anywhere else on your body that had you igniting at just the salacious thought. 

And it was agonizing, had you physically needy and trying your damn hardest to now ignore anything remotely hot or attractive about him. 

But alas, that was the most difficult thing to do on planet Earth, because all of Taehyung was hot and attractive. 

Ignoring him was not easy at all, because avoiding how incredibly tempting Kim Taehyung is, especially when he lives in the same damn house and sleeps in the same bed as you, also not to mention, is your husband?

Call Tom Cruise, because it was mission fucking impossible. 

It was even more difficult now considering your new farce as a couple, needing to be closer, more intimate with him as you two continued on with your lunch dates and car rides. 

And each riveting time you were subjected to seeing him manspread as he kept a firm hand on his steering wheel, seat himself across from you at restaurants in his impeccable, sexy winter fashion and hair always, always set to perfection.

It especially didn’t help seeing him all the fucking time, viewing him in all his glory, in his natural element as you picked up on the smallest of things about him. You noticed he held this sense of innate mindfulness for you, recognizing the way he’d walk on the side of the street with the traffic, placed your one mug you frequented for your coffee on the counter every morning, left more of your favourite fruit, kiwi behind in the fruit bowl during breakfast.   

Absolutely none of that rather sweet stuff slipped your attention, but then came the stuff that made you quite shamelessly rub your thighs together whenever you saw him. You noticed he had enough muscle that indicated he lifted weights, sometimes pondering what he looks like when he works out.  

You didn’t even want to begin on whenever he worked at home, living completely normally, innocently and yet he was spitting image of Adonis every fucking day.

He would often adorn glasses and dress down enough to be void of his suit jacket, shirt sleeves folded up with a few buttons on his chest undone, and that silky hair of his sexily mussed as he’d run his slender fingers through them in concentration. 

And oh, what you would fucking give to have your hands in that hair, card through the dark strands, maybe tug at the tresses as his face is nestled right between your—

“Ouch!” The shower’s hot water suddenly burned your skin, the steam clouding up the marble walls as you lowered the temperature, water running down your body as you got ready for your date with Taehyung tonight. 

Another punch to your mental gut was that this was Taehyung’s shower.

You both had at least agreed on using different showers in order to keep some privacy between you two, knowing it would’ve been too intimate to share a bathroom in general terms. This led to you using the bathroom of the room next door while Taehyung used the bathroom of originally, what was his own room. You’d already had an argument over who would use which bathroom since Taehyung insisted the largest bathroom in the house (his), should belong to you. Though you ultimately kept shutting him down to the point in which he acquiesced, and you settled on the second largest bathroom in the house because he still insisted on at least that. 

Today Taehyung was working in his study, and claimed that one of his housekeepers reported there was a more apparent draft of winter’s cold air leaking into your bathroom, the window’s seal possibly weakened. Knowing you get cold easily, Taehyung became precautionary and convinced you to use his bathroom instead to get ready for today. 

You didn’t know how he felt about that, and concluded he felt no particular way since after you two shared your quite steamy kiss, he’s been completely normal. Even when it came down to acting more like a couple, he was relatively average and like himself, nuanced and composed. It would make your heart sink a little, thinking after all a dumb kiss wouldn’t mean much to him considering Taehyung has been with other, probably hotter women before you. 

That aside, here you were, using his high-end shower to no avail at actually understanding how to use it. He’d supplied the instruction of simply turning the handle for temperature and such, and cautioned not to press any of the other settings next to it. 

You’re not exactly sure why, but you had a hunch it had to do with the extra jets on the sides of his shower, concluding you should obey him since you’d probably get yourself in a mess otherwise.

You’re seriously unsure why it was always so hard using someone else’s shower, though everyone eventually felt victim to the struggle one way or another. 

And sadly, a part of that everyone was you today. 

You were shampooing your hair, humming mindlessly to yourself when your mind wandered for the 57th time since Taehyung kissed you, when you suddenly felt a sting in the corner of your eyes, blinking a few times until it quickly spread throughout your entire eye painfully. You attempted running your eye under water to quell the sting though began feeling it in your other eye too, causing both to temporarily lose sight while you blinked incessantly in discomfort; and that’s when you realized you’re the biggest idiot on Earth. 

You’d gotten fucking shampoo in your eyes. 

You began panicking considering you’re a hypochondriac who was always sensitive about your eyes, and so your hands speedily came up to try rubbing the stinging solution out of them.

Though had completely forgotten there was even more shampoo in your hands from washing your hair, only making the situation worse. 

Great fucking going, Y/N!

It utterly stung to open your eyes anymore, and began writhing in the shower haphazardly, whining at how utterly stupid you are and trying to soothe some of the pain under the running water. It almost worked until you suddenly hit your lower back against the handle of the shower, feeling some sort of nozzle shift and ultimately spell the doom of your next 10 minutes. 

Out of no where, hard jet streams of pressurized water came bursting out at nearly all directions of the shower, and considering your shorter self, while Taehyung was much taller, you were completely engulfed in the bouts water. 

The streams were harsh and felt like knives against your skin, coming out so strongly you were only left exclaiming and trying to cover them with your hands completely frantic and panicking. Nothing worked with water spraying in all directions, unable to view the adjustment of the settings at all and it seemed only someone’s help could save you at this point, screaming the first thing that came to your mind. 

“Taehyung! Taehyung!” You called out urgently, water continuing to practically beat you with it forcefully spraying all around you, and that’s when you knew you were never going to shower in Taehyung’s bathroom ever again. 

“Oh my fucking God, TAEHYUNG!” You screamed louder, more severity in your voice while aimlessly trying reaching for the shower handle though couldn’t find it for the life of you. 

“I need help, Taehyung!” There was a shrill in your tone with so much necessity, it wasn’t long before Taehyung came bursting through the door seconds after, slamming it open and filled with emergency like someone was dying. 

“What?! Y/N, what’s wrong?! Are you okay!?” 

“Taehyung! The jet streams turned on and I can’t see, I CAN’T SEE!” You were shouting as though you were in a horror film, unable to see Taehyung though knowing the shower door was separating you both. 

“What happened? I told you not to touch any of the other settings!” 

“I’m sorry, I turned it on by accident, just please turn it off, Taehyung, it fucking hurts, please!” You were begging, voice grave and Taehyung could tell this was real fear he was hearing from you. 

“Okay, I’m coming! But you have to let me open the shower door.” Taehyung abandoned all care and stepped towards his shower, worried like hell hearing you continuously exclaim in either pain or complaint. 

“I will! Just for the love of God turn this fucking shower off!” You stressed, trying to rub your eyes again though it was only causing the solution to spread further in your eyes, the jet streams blocking your vision. 

Taehyung took a breath to calm himself down before sliding the shower door open, ultimately unable to see your body though averted his eyes from you nonetheless. He disregarded the fact that he was getting his own clothes wet, the jet streams spraying on him as he reached over for the handle of the shower and finally turned it off. 

He quickly subtracted himself from the shower, grabbing his bathrobe from the back of his door. He automatically looked away from the direction of the shower when he turned around, only stepping close to hold the robe out along his wingspan. 

You still couldn’t open your eyes though, the shampoo continuing to burn until you registered the water was finally turned off. 

“Taehyung, don’t look at me or I swear to God I’ll kill you!” You managed to get out, suddenly realizing there was nothing to hide your naked body before him.

“I’m not even looking, Y/N. Don’t worry, just come to me.” Taehyung instructed, knowing your wet, naked body was just before his eyes, and trying his damn hardest to not lose his mind over it. It was utterly distracting with the knowledge your bare skin was dripping with water, clouding his thoughts about what more he could see, though kept himself strictly in check. He continued to avert his line of sight, held the robe high enough so he couldn’t see below your shoulders. 

“Taehyung, I can’t even see! How am I supposed to come to you?” You held your arms over your body to conceal yourself with shut eyes, scandalized by how candid this all was. 

“Why can’t you see? I already turned the water off.”

“I got shampoo in my eyes, okay! It’s still burning for fuck’s sake!” You whined, shaking your leg incessantly to try and manage the pain. 

“What? You got shampoo in your eyes? How much of a genius are you?” 

“Just help me, okay! It really hurts.” You nearly wailed, and Taehyung sighed heavily thinking about what the absolute hell he was going to do with you.

“Okay, okay. Look, just step out the shower, I’m holding out my robe and I’m going to wrap you in it.” Taehyung directed with a calming tone, drawing himself closer to the shower door for you.

“But I can’t see!” 

“It doesn’t matter! I’m standing right in front of you with a robe, just come out, Y/N.” He cautioned, you pouting about being unable to see until you ultimately gave in, the sting in your eyes still burning as you took a tentative step out, arms covering the intimate parts of your body. 

“Don’t look at me, please.” You pleaded with embarrassment, foot meeting the bathroom floor. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not looking. Just come a little closer and I’ll put my robe around you.” Taehyung tried to quell your worries, peering only at your face. 

You then stepped further out, becoming cold until you suddenly felt Taehyung wrapping his warm, fluffy bathrobe around your smaller body, engulfing you in his arms. You sniffled as you nuzzled into his hard chest, the feeling of him warmly hugging around you all too comforting, if it weren’t for the remaining sting in your eyes from the shampoo. 

“Do your eyes still hurt? Can you open them?” 

You looked up at him with closed eyes, trying to pull them ajar though it only made you continuously wince, Taehyung speaking up. 

“Okay, don’t open your eyes. I’m going to wash them out.” Taehyung secured the robe around you, wrapping it tighter around your body as he tied it, the expanse of his broader shoulders causing the robe to slightly slide down you smaller ones. 

He then lead you towards his large, high-end bathtub, sitting you against the edge as he knelt down on one knee in front of you. “I’m gonna lean your head back against the edge of the tub, and use some water to rinse your eyes out, okay?” Taehyung warned as he reached over for his handheld spray, leaning you against the tub as you complied. 

“Okay.” 

The back of your neck then met the edge, Taehyung holding your cheek to maintain your position as he pressed against the spray’s button, allowing the water to softly contact your eyes and wash out the shampoo solution. 

“Is it too cold?”

“No, it’s fine.” 

“Alright, try opening your eyes slowly so we can get water in them.” 

You nodded and did exactly so, fluttering your eyes open occasionally as the cold water began soothing the sting in your eyes. You let Taehyung treat you just like this, carefully spraying until you could eventually open them properly. 

You cautioned him you were okay and Taehyung stopped, placing the spray  back as he gently grabbed your sides and lifted you up on the edge of tub, still propped on one knee as your heights evened out. 

He looked at your slightly reddened, bloodshot eyes, jutting out his hand to move a piece of your wet hair from your face. He seemed to be looking at you for the sole purpose of looking again, and it was a poignant moment before you said anything. 

“I’m sorry.” You solemnly apologized, your eyesight falling to the ground catching his white button-up nearly drenched from the torso up, his hair damp.

Taehyung chuckled, hands faltering to grip your arms instead as he regarded you. “What for? Because you can’t shower properly?” His little laugh was music to your eyes, glad you were able to make him to do so. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault you have such a complicated shower.” You just about hid your face into Taehyung’s robe, cheeks heating up in complete embarrassment. 

“I told you not to touch anything.” 

“I got shampoo in my eyes!” You protested. “I started freaking out and pressed something by accident.” You pouted at your own stupidity, crossing your arms. 

“You’re like a baby, you know that?” Taehyung teased, cocking an eyebrow as he registered the robe was almost hilariously too big for you, sweater paws coming out as you folded your arms and he found it adorable.

“Shut up, you like taking care of this baby.” You hmph’d as you looked away from him, completely embarrassed by him having to save you from some stupid shower mishap. 

Taehyung chuckled again, clearly amused by the way your cheeks so easily gave you away. “You’re not wrong there.” He laughed, though came to the unfortunate realization of something. 

“We don’t have to go on today’s date if you don’t feel like it.” Taehyung felt a twinge of disappointment saying that, though wanted to consider you may not want to go anymore seeing your red eyes. 

“No, no.” You instantly denied him, having been excited about the date for an entire week and you weren’t going to pass up that opportunity. “It’s okay, Taehyung. I want to go.” 

Taehyung’s faced lightened up, rubbing the pads of his thumbs against your arms. “Alright, then. You can get ready and we’ll go anytime.” 

“Yeah, of course.” You then looked at his white shirt soaked, sticking to his body and revealing skin you seriously did not have the capacity to say sane enough about. 

You absentmindedly reached out to touch the ends of his wet hair, apologizing. “I-I’m sorry you’re all wet cause of me.” You stated guiltily, lips falling into just about a pout and Taehyung could never get over the affect it had on him. 

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll just change my shirt.” He brushed you off, getting up from his kneeled position as you protested, “Wait.”  

He halted, you standing up as his eyes fell back to you. You’d grabbed a small towel by the edge of the bathtub, swinging it over his head and tippy-toeing to lightly dry his wet hair. 

He looked at you with near puppy eyes, confused until it turned into a grateful grin. “Thanks.” He said, smiling a welcome back and letting him dry his own hair. “Remember to wear something warm today, by the way.” He reminded you,  turning around and making towards the door after you responded with an okay. 

He then exited, leaving you wrapped up in his gigantic robe and constantly thinking about how damn much he was becoming a part of your life. 

Taehyung was holding your hand in front of the entrance, smiling widely next to you as he tried gauging your reaction. Your lips were tucked away behind a white scarf, adorning a grey, plaid coat and black knee-high boots as you looked on in wonderment, taken by where Taehyung chose for your first date. 

“This is it.” Taehyung gestured, you trying to register just how gorgeous it was. 

It was a winter-themed amusement park, absolutely stunning in having set up the usual rides though with a winter wonderland theme; the polar express as an interactive attraction, Christmas lights anywhere you looked and even a Ferris wheel that looked nearly like a gigantic reef. 

“This... is your favourite place?” You gawked, sight flashing to every bright and festive embellishment that added to the park’s charm, Taehyung falling victim to admiring the way the lights reflected in your big, doe-eyes. 

“Mhm. Let’s go.” Taehyung led you with a smile on his face he didn’t remember having. 

It took no time for you to automatically love what he chose for you both, adoring the place as you two sauntered around care-free, your arm hooked around his as he detailed the attractions and the park for you.

It didn’t take much for either of you to be dragged onto rides as well, both of you mutually wanting to visit every amusing thing the park had to offer and bubbling with excitement anytime you waited in line. Your conversations were light-hearted as usual, teasing here and there while talking about the most useless, though somehow entertaining things. 

You both eventually found shelter inside a sweet shop, nabbing a table near the window in order to see the lights and rides shining outside. Taehyung was just opposite of you, both of sipping away at milkshakes. 

“This place is... beautiful. I can see why it’s your favourite.” You commented, eyes catching sight of an attraction whizzing by as you brought your straw to your lips. 

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Taehyung piggy-backed, following your line of sight and also watching. There was a moment of silence as both your visions wandered off, your light voice breaking it. 

“Tell me.” You said, confusing Taehyung. 

“Tell you what?” 

“Why it’s your favourite. Tell me... anything about you, if you want to.” You voiced softly, almost hesitantly as your gaze locked with Taehyung, admiring him in his brown, plaid winter coat with a white turtleneck underneath, hair set to fall delicately over his forehead though curl above his eyes. He looked far too handsome for your heart not to flutter, the slight colour in his face as a result of the cold only making him glow more handsomely, finding him nothing short of a work of art. 

“I came across it 2 years ago trying to sign a deal.” He placed his milkshake down. “I thought it would be a smart considering amusement parks are moving towards more technological enhancements for rides and attractions. I ended up signing a larger park, though, not this one.” Taehyung casually relayed as he crossed one of his legs, seated suavely as he looked out at the park. 

“What the hell? I didn’t mean the business side of it, genius, I wanna know why you like it.” 

“I just told you? I found it.” 

“No, you tea drinker. There’s clearly something you like about it enough to bring me here.” You deadpanned, leaning over the table to talk to him more convincingly. “You can tell me, what do you like about it?” 

Taehyung began spinning with his inner turmoil again, unsure how someone is so invested in knowing anything about him. Ever since his young age he was raised and trained to really only care about the betterment of a business, consider the most optimal ways to achieve success as a Kim so he could ultimately bring pride to their name. He rarely explored anything outside that concept, and even less was ever questioned about it. 

That’s what usually tied his tongue as well, whenever it came to revealing anything about himself. He was always so rooted in keeping it all hidden, uncertain if he’d ever spill such details about himself to anyone. 

Though with you, there was something different. There was always something different about you, and so he found himself leaning against the table to speak earnestly to you. 

“I.. like winter.” Taehyung started, not really making eye contact. “I’ve always liked snow. I think it’s cause I was born in December.” 

“December 30th, right?” 

“Yeah, so it’s natural I like the holidays as well. I guess that’s why I like this place so much, it’s everything good about winter in one place.” Taehyung shrugged, relaying more than he ever really has to anyone. “I like amusement parks, too. So there’s that.” Taehyung added with a light smile, taking a sip of his milkshake. 

“That’s nice. I love winter, too.” You agreed with him. “I think snow is pretty, but I also like when you stay inside with people. It’s always so warm that way.”

“Really? With your anemic ass that always cold?” 

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, though there was a smile tugging at your lips. “That’s precisely why I like it. You get to be close and warm with people.” 

“Fair point. I’ve always liked that too.. warmth.” Taehyung doesn’t know why there was something lingering behind that sentence, especially when he should’ve been talking about warmth as an objective concept. However, he couldn’t help but compare you to warmth, remembering his observation from the first time he met you. 

You were just really warm. 

“What else is there to know about the mysterious Mr. Kim?” You twinkled your fingers for effect, gauging his answer. “How would he describe himself?” 

“As the best CEO in Seoul.” Taehyung leaned back in his chair and draped his arms over the back, attempting to appear cool with a smirk but you weren’t buying it. 

“Oh my God, could you not associate yourself with your job for like, two seconds? I meant you, Taehyung, as in Kim Taehyung, not CEO Kim.” You stressed, feigning disappointment in him as you watched the gears shift in his head. 

He was oddly shocked at his first, eventually pursing his lips in thought, carefully considering what to say before he answered. 

“I guess I’m a little.. reclusive.” Taehyung admitted. “I’m a people person, but I also like being on my own, where I can recharge. People usually misunderstand me, think I’m emotionless with an intimidating stare, but I just don’t know how to express myself all the time. I can’t always put it into words, so nobody exactly.. understands, or tries to.” Taehyung revealed candidly, almost thinking it was too much until you digested the information attentively, positively. 

“I get that. Especially in the business world where everyone judges really easily.” You spoke from experience, remembering this was one of the many reasons you hated the lifestyle so much, especially when you were of familial status. 

“Yeah, not the nicest .” Taehyung agreed. 

“Is that why you like art and photography?” You suddenly asked, Taehyung snapping his vision to you impressed. “Pardon?” 

“I mean, I like designing because it lets me express myself. I was thinking maybe it’s the same for you.” 

Taehyung sincerely thought in a moment like this he’s never met someone like you. He felt utter appreciation in seconds, gratitude that someone actually understood him for once in his life. Someone had just genuinely seen him, not the CEO, Chairman Kim others saw, but Kim Taehyung. 

He was beyond happy. 

“Yeah, actually. Art has always been.. a fascination of mine. Photography is more personal, I feel like I capture my feelings in time.” Taehyung gestured as he created a frame with his hands, capturing the bustling scene outside the window. “I feel a lot of things when I take photos, so they’re like a manifestation of how I see the world through my eyes, my own lens.” 

Taehyung was being so sentimental you actually thought he could see the stars in your eyes, adoring the way a genuine smile constantly tugged at his lips as he talked, and it made you grateful he had something that brought him such joy. 

“That’s beautiful, Taehyung. Really beautiful.” You complimented. 

Taehyung chuckled a little shy, addressing you. “What about Mrs. Kim?” 

“What about her?” 

“Tell me about her life, how she ended up here.” Taehyung took a sip of his milkshake again, setting it down as his attention fixated on you.  

“You know most of it.” You began. “I’ve come to hate business ever since my father’s start-up. He became successful, but then I hated the idea of depending him, like my success would somehow always be linked to his name, so I abandoned my role in his company and now everybody hates me.” You beamed sarcastically, taking a small sip from your milkshake as your eyes focused on nothing in particular. 

“That’s a lie, how could someone hate you?” 

You scoffed, “You clearly haven’t met my mother.” 

Taehyung then flashed back to your disastrous conversation with her, remembering the words said to you along with the wound on your check, grimacing at how much it still pissed him off. 

“If I can ask, has your relationship always been that way? With your mother?” Taehyung asked out of curiosity. 

“Pretty much. She hates me for not being the heiress I should be. Compared to my brother Yoongi, I’m pretty much a disappointment. I ran away for selfish reasons, and I’m... a burden.” It began to hurt to talk, trying to smile to lighten up the sting buzzing in your chest, though you stopped before anything became too grave. “I’m just kind of.. worthless, I guess.”

“I don’t think so.” Taehyung defended. “I think it takes guts to do what you did, it makes you courageous, if anything, not worthless.” 

His words made you look at him, his eyes filled with something assuring, comforting and it automatically soothed you more than it should’ve. 

“Thanks.” A small smile found your face, beginning a new topic to get away from this miserable one. “What was your life like, before we got married?” You asked, this one questioned having itched at you ever since the gala. “Have you ever been in love?” 

Taehyung didn’t react to your question really, only drew his index finger to his lips in thought, lightly shaking his head when came to an assured conclusion. “No, never been in love.” 

“Really? You’ve never dated?” 

“I have, just nothing serious.” He answered simply, your mind chasing for him to reveal more about his past with women until you reprimanded your nosey thoughts.  

“What about you?” 

“Me?” You pointed at yourself. 

“No, the waiter.” Taehyung deadpanned. “Of course I mean you.”

You flashed him a narrow-eyed look before sighing, sipping your milkshake dispiritedly. “You’ve already met him.” 

“I have?” Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, leaning onto the table again. 

“Mhm, think hard.” You waited for him to get it, knowing he’s intelligent enough. 

Taehyung then connected the dots like he usually did, tone inquisitive. “Kiseok?” 

You nodded. “Our dads are friends from SNU so I’ve known him all my life. I fell in love somewhere...” Your words faded, heart breaking at just the memory of your tiresome, tragic relationship with him. “But I don’t think he did. He would say so, but it was always a lie. I was just some fun for him to have, I guess.” Your eyes faltered and rather watched yourself fiddle with your own fingers, trying to manage the pain that came with admitting something you tried to avoid for a long time. 

Taehyung could see the hurt on your face, knowing this was something difficult for you to share and he hated ever asking the question. His heart softened, filled with a twinge of pain seeing you try to smile again. He also filled with anger at the fact that he didn’t clock Kiseok like he should’ve, though he digressed for your sake. 

“You’re more than that, you know?” Taehyung’s dulcet voice pulled you out of your haunting thoughts, weary eyes looking at him as he continued. “You don’t deserve that, Y/N.” Taehyung said, gentle eyes set on you. “You don’t deserve the terrible things that have happened to you.” 

You’re not sure why Taehyung’s statement resonated with you so much, nearly sending you to the brink of tears with the amount of earnest in his words. You could only feel sheer gratitude for someone having finally said that to you, especially after how much you’ve endured on your own. 

You’d spent too long silently fighting your battles, constantly forcing yourself to push through whatever hell you experienced without rest, and most certainly without help. It was hard, extremely hard to have been alone all this time, so hearing Taehyung tell you that, his look as warm as ever, and you were completely moved. 

Taehyung’s lips then curved into a little reassuring smile, looking into your eyes with compassion as you locked with his gaze. A moment passed before he suddenly rose from his seat, stepping towards you and extending his hand. “C’mon, let’s take you to my favourite place.” He cocked his head towards the exit, expression tender as he held his large palm out for you. 

You smiled up at him, taking his hand delicately as you left your seat, chest filled with incessant butterflies you had no way of getting rid of, and didn’t know if you exactly wanted to. 

“For fuck’s sake, when did it get so cold?!” You hissed, jogging in your place in line with Taehyung to keep yourself warm. 

“Don’t worry, we’re next in line.”

It still didn’t take away from the fact that you were freezing your ass off,  muttering frustrated as you tried warming up your hands. “Doesn’t make it any less cold, genius.” You retorted, stepping faster in your place for more warmth. “You wouldn’t know since you’re a furnace. 

“Jheez, just come here, you icicle.” Taehyung grumbled as he suddenly pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you from behind and tugging your back to his chest, chin resting on top of your head. 

“T-Taehyung, what are you doing?” Your eyes practically blew out, hands instinctively falling around him holding your waist.  

“Keeping you warm.” Taehyung stated simply, until he suddenly dipped his face into the crook of your neck, speaking lowly by your ear. “Princess can’t be cold, now can she?” 

Your heart was beyond fluttering at this point, nearly hiding your face in your hands at the feeling of Taehyung’s strong arms wrapped snug around you, acting mischievous in front of everyone watching. 

You were only focused on the feeling of Taehyung hugging you from behind when you suddenly caught an extremely good-looking pair of women ogling at him, stealing your attention. 

Scratch that, now that you looked, nearly everyone around you gawking at Taehyung and yourself very evidently, clearly admiring his Godly looks or high-status reputation and it instantly left you either jealous, insecure or both. It didn’t help that every woman who saw him and gave you a dirty look was someone incredibly hot, causing you to flash back to the women who spoke so casually about spending the night with Taehyung, and little to your knowledge just how many nights, with how many women. 

It made you possessive, jealous that everyone was most likely considering how much better he could’ve looked with someone else, someone hotter, someone prettier. Insecurity was surely there, though now you severely felt the stubborn emotion of wanting to prove a point to everyone, and even more so to Taehyung. 

Just like when you kissed him at the gala, you couldn’t help but think that maybe sometimes Taehyung could also contemplate he wants a better wife; a sexier one, a smarter one, a prettier one, and it’s what caused you to grab his tie arbitrarily and kiss him so boldly that night. Even if he’s always been relatively nice to you, maybe you really were a disappointment in areas that turn him off. 

Especially in the sexy one. 

You knew you could be sexy, but it just took the right amount of trust and knowing a guy to really become engaged with him in that way, and Taehyung has always been a bit of a stranger to you. 

These are the thoughts that occupied your mind as you two found your seat in one of the Ferris Wheel cars, sitting across from Taehyung as the ride began to move. More of the amusement park came into view, and Taehyung became taken by the lights brightening the dark night. You would’ve said the same, watching as the attractions below became smaller, smaller and smaller until one thing you’d forgotten before getting on this ride suddenly occurred to you. 

Your extreme fear of heights. 

You were trying to remain calm until the car had reached the highest point of the Ferris Wheel and abruptly halted, sending the car to scarily move. You thought it only stopped in place to permit more people onto the ride, though an announcement sounding just after your wishful thinking confirmed it would be much longer than you expected. 

“Some technical difficulties has stopped the ride, we’ll proceed normally in 10 minutes.” 

And this was when you went into overdrive. The ground suddenly became too far away, the dark of the night making everything only half visible to you and the height entirely dreadful. Panic began to flood your chest, leg bouncing incessantly as you gripped the edge of your seat hard, trying to swallow your fear down your throat. 

You thought Taehyung wasn’t paying attention to you, though he spoke up suddenly noticing your change in behaviour. “Hey, are you okay?” 

“N-no.” You decided to admit honestly for your own good as you swallowed hard. “I-I don’t really like heights.” You hated that you always manifested tears in your eyes whenever panic overtook you, trying to dry them so as to not alarm Taehyung, though he became concerned all the same. 

“You sure you just don’t like them? You seem terrified.” 

“Okay, I lied. I’m really fucking scared of heights.” You declared near tears, trying to hold them back as you looked at the ground beneath you and could only think about what would happen if you fell. 

“Really? So if I just..” Taehyung then teasingly reached for the width of the car, about to move it as a joke until you cried out in a frantic shrill, utterly horrified. 

“Taehyung, stop!” You nearly shrieked. “I’m serious, please don’t move it, please” Your tears betrayed you and one dared to fall, shaking in fear, wanting to curl up into a ball just to escape the suffocating feeling of panic in your chest. 

“Oh shit, you’re actually acrophobic.” Taehyung realized he’d made a mistake, grimacing at his now stupid joke. 

“You think!”

“Okay, okay. Come here, come to me.” Taehyung then leaned over and held out his arms, the car small enough so that he was substantially reaching for you. 

You were apprehensive, though slowly hooked onto his forearms securely, standing up with deer-like legs as you stepped tentatively into his arms, Taehyung pulling you next to him in a single breath. You plopped down beside Taehyung and rapidly wrapped your arms around his torso, nuzzling yourself close to him in fear when your weight on his side of the car made it move. 

You clutched onto him for dear life, on the verge of crying at how high you two were. “Why is it so high, why are we so high?” You asked rhetorically in a fearful mantra, voice breaking as you bordered on more tears. 

You were tensing in utter terror until you felt Taehyung’s comforting arms find purchase around you, hugging you to him. He held you near, rubbing at your arm pacifyingly as he leaned you into him. “It’s alright, Y/N. I’m sorry I scared you, I didn’t mean to do that.” He apologized in earnest, registering you had a serious phobia and could tell just by the way you were fearfully shaking in his hold. 

You didn’t respond, him only feeling you continue to shake as you clung to him hard, figure telling of intense fear. “Hey, try talking to me.” Taehyung offered, knowing you two would unfortunately be stuck here for a while. “Is there something on your mind? Talk to me.” 

You tried to focus on his words and less on your fear, remembering there in fact was something on your mind, bringing it up as a distraction. 

“There is, actually, but.. I don’t know if I should say it.”

“You can tell me anything.” Taehyung encouraged. 

You thought the question over before you considered suppressing it. “D-do you think our relationship needs to be more sexy?” You grimaced at yourself for asking, feeling Taehyung tense underneath you and thought you’ve really done it now, preparing for some sort of rejection.  

Until Taehyung responded. 

“What do you mean?” His tone was oddly too leveled. 

 “I just.. um, thought maybe people don’t believe our relationship cause we’re not.. sexy enough.” 

“Why.. do you think that?” Taehyung sounded it out himself, growing alert by the context of the conversation, while you were adamant on proving a point. 

“Well, maybe people like my co-worker get too comfortable cause they don’t see the sexy side of our relationship.” 

“And how would we fix that?” Taehyung knew his question opened the door for something more, more discovery, more exploration and he thought he may have taken it too far. Though when you lifted yourself from off his side, looking into his eyes in earnest, he thought he may not have made a mistake after all. 

Taehyung swallowed, looking into your expectants, doe eyes as you looked at him innocently; until you flashed a glance at his welcoming thighs deliciously manspreading. You tried to remain calm about it, taking a deep breath and going all in, tentatively bring your hands to his chest and hook one of your legs over him. 

You bravely straddled Taehyung’s lap in a single moment, settling above his crotch as you peered at him with an unreadable expression. 

You didn’t know you could be so bold yourself, but kept replaying you may be depriving Taehyung of something you’ve been wanting all this time, too, and so you took your leap of faith.

Taehyung froze, eyes wide as his hands naturally fell around your hips sitting on him, and he couldn’t help but grow weak at the innocent look in your eyes though your body doing the contrary. He only watched as your sight lingered on his soft lips, his own hands canvasing up to grip your sides with an emotion he could only label as want, eyes filled with anticipation.

“We can fix it... like this.” You spoke, hand sliding up to grab Taehyung’s jaw. You didn’t think, mind blank as you leaned forward and pressed your mouth against Taehyung’s in a single second. Taehyung didn’t even have time to feel surprised, in shock for an instant before he began relishing in the familiar sensation of your lips, warm palms smoothing over your sides. 

You slid closer to his body, feeling your chest push against his own as you deepened the kiss, already slow and searing in nature though now with a hint of lust, a hint of desire that leaked into the way you began grinding your body against his, needing more. Taehyung gladly accepted that, opening his mouth to let his tongue tentatively take action, adoring the taste of you in all its glory. 

He tongue swiped your bottom lip, loving the wet feeling and you opened right up for his taking, all-consuming and head-spinning. 

You snuck your hands up into his hair, tugging at the tresses lightly and Taehyung groaned satisfyingly into your mouth, revving your engine carnally. You became more impatient for friction, something to quell the continuous bouts of arousal shooting through your body, and so you began moving yourself over his welcoming crotch. You felt him twitch underneath you, beginning to rock himself along with your smaller body, pushing his hips up into you that yearned for more, yearned for more of him. 

Your mouths began moving more harshly the more time passed, full on making out as you moved more urgently against him, the hint of his length grazing you sensitized area lighting you on fire. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away from you, tugging on the flesh as he breathed for much needed air, moaning as your foreheads found each other. 

“Y/N.. do you want me to touch you?” He breathed hard, trying to compose himself before you chimed in, clasping the nape of his neck as you whispered into his ear.

“Touch me, Taehyung.” You breathed hotly. “I’m yours, aren’t I?” You catered to his tendency to be possessive, loving it yourself as you felt your veins buzz with electricity. 

Taehyung instantly felt ignited, his cock jolting at just the feeling of you straddling him and he dragged his tongue along the inside of his cheek, smirking. 

“Anything you want, Princess.” 

The heat of Taehyung’s stare then turned dark, smoothing his large palms over your thighs until he met the meat of your ass underneath your jacket, hands cupping around as he pushed you down right above his growing length. He wasted no time in colliding his lips with yours again, continuously moving you over himself in a grinding motion that had you reciprocating, moaning with him as arousal began dripping you both.

This time his tongue openly licked into your mouth and you let him in completely, darting your tongue out to tangle with his passionately. The kiss was growing sloppy, both of you getting high off practically dry humping each other, your hands mercilessly feeling up his taut chest as he moved a large palm behind your back, arching you into him. 

Taehyung then suddenly came off your lips and began kissing the side of your mouth, trailing down to your jaw while you reeled at the feeling of his searing lips against your skin. He laid hot kisses all the way down until he reached the junction of your neck, finding a sweet spot and began sucking at it with need, working his mouth against your soft skin to imprint you with his desire. 

His teeth occasionally grazed your skin, Taehyung licking over the bites for an apparent mark and the sound of your moan each time. He didn’t care who saw his dark hickeys, in fact, he wanted everyone to see. Especially men who can’t fucking understand you’re married. Taehyung didn’t know he could be so possessive, so adamant of something being his unless it came to you. 

For some odd, unknown reason, he found himself wanting you to him, wanted to be the only one who gets to have you; maybe it’s because he’s never felt this way before, or has never felt so emphatically about it. But it constantly ate at his brain, thinking of the men that got to kiss you just like this, got to have you sit on their lap just like this. 

And he fucking hated it. 

Hated that the one time you gave your heart to a man he treated you so horribly, hated that the same man was the reason you were so apprehensive when it even came to sex or anything alike, remembering the night your marriage was supposed to be consummated. 

But what he mostly hated was knowing you’re right in front of him while he craves you, right before his eyes and his wife in every sense of the word, though felt as though he could never truly have you, never truly within his grasp as your stranger of a husband, a physical boundary between you two he should never cross, and it was just sickening. 

Though now the line was crossed, and all Taehyung could feel in this moment was his sheer desire, his incessant, passionate desire for you and it was growing exponentially. That kiss from last week sent his mind spiraling, thinking he was absolutely stupid for having so boldly kissed you though kept remembering the way you teased his ability. The way you questioned his wanting to kiss you for more than just the farce you two were putting on, thinking you were so entirely wrong about it. 

He wanted to kiss you all the fucking time. 

So Taehyung channeled it into his work now, having been completely surprised by your bold act though giving in because it was you. He knew this was his indication things could be taken further with you, to another level he’d imagined on occasion and that was all now seemingly possible.

It’s what made Taehyung leave such dark marks, feeling you up all over your body and finally able to touch where he knows is simply beautiful. He knew your body was gorgeous, quite frankly all of you was. He’d seen it when you slept with him every night in just a cami and shorts, he’d seen it in the red dress that hugged your every curve and wanted to tear it off your body, and he’d seen it with your little shower mishap just earlier today. 

And it made his mind wander, wander dangerous places he didn’t think accessible. 

But here he was, you grinding against his clothed, semi-hard dick while he sucked hickeys onto your pretty neck in a fairly public place, and it alighted something he’d kept suppressed the entire time he’s known you. 

Taehyung was getting completely lost, almost animalistic in his kissing until you let out the prettiest moan he’s ever heard, his name at the end of it and he couldn’t help but grow fucking harder. 

“Taehyung.” You breathed out, his name seeming so natural to roll of your tongue, hugging his head into your neck and you couldn’t help but gush at the fact that his face was stuffed into you. You moaned again at the prospect, knowing you had Kim Taehyung’s lips sucking hickeys onto you and you were wetter than you should’ve been. 

“Taehyung.” 

“Fuck, don’t do that. It does shit to me, princess.” Taehyung breathed out frustrated, knowing you’d hit the nail right on the head when you’d teased him about having a name kink, because he most certainly did. 

You moaned again until you needed a break, winded when you suddenly grabbed his face off your neck and made him look into your eyes, his lips swollen pink from the kissing and it only made him appear more delectable. You couldn’t even think of anything to say, only gazed at him as he gazed at you, feeling mutually confused about what’s happening though loving it all the same. 

Taehyung couldn’t get over the way your eyes shone as they reflected the lights below, semi-wanting to have brought you here just to see the way your eyes would light up in the dark. He also couldn’t grasp how you seemed like the most innocent thing on Earth but could so boldly straddle and make out with him in this moment, losing his mind at the prospect there was still so much to you he had yet to discover. 

You began gliding your thumbs across Taehyung’s skin, finding him simply the most gorgeous human you’ve ever seen, the moonlight always finding a way to emphasize that fact.

You couldn’t think of anything to say right now, the sentimental moment lingering in a way you never really wanted to end. You didn’t want to ruin it with questions or statements that meant too much either, simply smiling at him as a settlement, eyes glistening in a way that conveyed how you felt instead. 

How despite your fear of heights there was a sense of security you felt in his arms, how he managed to always quell your troubles, the way he looked at you as though there’s something more behind his eyes, more than just the mystery he showed everyone else. 

So all you could do was bring his lips to yours for a sweet, delicate kiss. A kiss so slow it was searing, a kiss so tender it made him smile against your lips in a way that had your heart leaping hurdles. It was progressing again, both of groaning into the kiss until another announcement sounded initiating the continuation of the ride. 

You disconnected from him as the Ferris Wheel car began to move, quirking your eyebrow smugly as you swung your leg off to unstraddle him, plopping down beside him. 

“We should make things sexier like that.” You casually said, folding your arms and suddenly the height of the Ferris Wheel didn’t feel so scary, looking off at the attractions below you two. “You know, as more evidence.”

Taehyung was only left flabbergasted, having thought he should’ve cherished the moment more because one second you were in his lap, and now suddenly it was empty. He scoffed to himself as he looked down and realized you’d gotten him hard, abandoning him just on the cusp of finishing him off. 

Taehyung bit his lip as he peered down at you and caught sight of his purple marks on your delicate neck, completely turned on by the arousing contrast in ways that left him wanting more, responding to your earlier remark. 

“Yeah, we fucking should.” 

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a/n : funny tidbit if you want to know but the shower thing actually did happen to me LMAO, i’d gotten a new showerhead and when i was trying to figure out the settings i ended up turning on the strongest jet stream that hit my face so hard i got shampoo in my eyes, i literally had to fight the water to eventually turn it off and it hurt like a BITCH. i had no hero like tae but it was literally straight out of a cartoon, it was so fucking hilarious i just HAD to write it, and yes you’re allowed to think i’m a dumb bitch 😭

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Hi Kay! What are the EAW WIPs you currently have!! Hahahaha gosh, the brainrot is so bad for me too, that I currently keep having ideas pop into my head at random times LOL

hi 💙💙 okay so i have an unhealthy amount of EAW WIPs i seriously have a problem help. all of these will most likely be one shots (or very short multichap fics). in no particular order here they are:

kwon minwoo and the horrible, terrible, very bad, no good day: i think we all need a fic where minwoo gets 👊 a few times. i can’t believe he didn’t react more to finding out junho is dating youngwoo he’s literally so obsessed so i’m writing a little fix-it fic where he gets the karma that’s coming for him.

loving you is like the ocean (it goes for miles in all directions): youngwoo is sad that she can’t go on her yearly whale watching trip because she’s pregnant so junho + the rest of her protection squad decide to bring the ocean to her instead (aka they quite literally turn the nursery into an underwater oasis). quite literally just pure married whale couple fluff with a heavy dash of the found family trope

i had the time of my life (fighting dragons with you): geurami + youngwoo centric fic because their friendships gives me so much joy. the simplest summary would be ‘the three times guerami smacked a bitch for youngwoo & the one time youngwoo smacked a bitch for geurami’

untitled: junho meets youngwoo’s dad. yes it’s awkward and hilarious and oddly wholesome bc i’m saying no to toxicity

touch me like you do: youngwoo and junho show each other *exactly* how they like to be touched 😳

everything will be alright (if you keep me next to you): suyeon + youngwoo centric fic set during law school. i know we probably won’t get a flashback of it so i wanted to explore their dynamic in the early days

untitled: i’m combining two different prompts from the same person (youngwoo jealous & junho getting in to an accident) because. cannot do pure angst for these two nope no thank you

why break up?: our whale couple is going to say peace out to that kdrama curse on their jeju island trip and actually communicate 🥰 miss geurami said ‘besties just use your words it’s that simply’

untitled: post ‘conflict’ fic where our lovable dorks express how they feel and maybe kiss a little 🥺 (this one will hopefully go up sometime today)

untitled: youngwoo catches guerami watching a very spicy drama and makes the execute decision to try it out for herself

untitled: no thoughts head empty just a bunch of short little drabbles of all the different kisses youngwoo and junho share

hold me close: aka junho has a bad day so youngwoo offers to be his personal hug chair

we’re dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light: youngwoo + junho decide to skip out on the traditional first dance during their reception (too loud and busy !!!) so instead they waltz together in the middle of the night…yes in the refrigerator light <3

untitled: youngwoo + junho beach wedding!! except it’s really just a small gathering & very non stressful & relaxed. + their proposal too because 🥺 they <3

untitled: youngwoo + junho honeymoon shenanigans listen i have multiple fics planned in the ‘whale couple wedding cinematic universe’

untitled: junho finds out youngwoo fell down the stairs…worried junho has me weak (@akuyuukai i told you i was going to do this 👀)

untitled: youngwoo quits hanbada and works to work with ryu jae-sook. not at all angsty because she makes the decision on her own. i just need more women supporting women and youngwoo flourishing professionally

listen i was not kidding when i said the eaw brain rot was real. this drama has me by the throat ajdjsjd and these are technically not even *all* of my WIPs. these are just the ones that i’m actively writing right now. yeah perhaps i do have a problem 😬

[hopeshoodie]

Can you do a Pros and Cons for Levi?

Part 8 of Pros and Cons of dating the different islanders (use the tag to see the others lol)

Levi

Cons

He takes things very personally. It’s not that he reads too much into things like tone or intention, but that if someone is being dismissive or irritated with him his feelings are very hurt. If you’re angry and make a comment that crosses a line or tease him too much, he gets very sulky very quickly.

He doesn’t know how to take constructive criticism, and has a tendency to either a) blow it off completely if it’s from someone he doesn’t respect or b) if it’s from someone he cares about he does that guilt-trippy thing of saying “OH I guess I’m just the worst person ever then!” He is not at all receptive to you pointing out that’s what he’s doing in the moment either.

I don’t think he’s at all in tuned with his partners needs or willing to take on the mental load of managing a household/finances. He’s the type to purposefully do a task you asked him to do wrong so that you won’t ask him to do it again. Or if you complain that he’s not sharing the housework he’ll be like “tell me what to do and I’ll do it” but won’t realize that half the task is keeping track of what needs to be done and getting all the things together in order to complete it. It’s not that he’s maliciously thinking housework is a woman’s job or intentionally putting it all on his partner, more just that he doesn’t think about it to begin with. If he’s in a really bad mood he’ll be like “why is it my problem?”

He’s moody. SO moody. If something upsets him in the morning, the rest of the day he’ll be sulky or irritable. Normally he ‘copes’ with it by just giving the people around him the silent treatment as he plays on his phone all day or doing a lot of loud sighing/scoffing/eyerolling. Levi is not amenable to be roused out of his moods, either, and prefers to just stew in it. The only real way to divert him is to leave him alone for long enough where he gets bored of it himself or to bring him along to an activity that totally distracts him from performing his irritation. 

He likes gorgeous women, and I think that’s part of why he likes MC. He’s not going to be chill if she stops wearing makeup or cuts her hair or puts on a lot of weight. He won’t taunt her about it or break up with her, but he will start losing interest and looking other places. 

He’s not one to break up with someone unless he’s got a relationship he’s more interested in lined up, and he’s not going to communicate without a lot of prompting to try and improve the relationship. So if he does start losing interest, he’s not going to say anything. Think Christian from Midsommar- he’ll hold you but still be staring into space wishing he didn’t feel like he had to. 

Pros

Even though he’s really good at what he does (competitive swimming at an olympic level) I get a down-home vibe with him. I think he really enjoys the simple things like sitting around a firepit with family, having a beer on the deck, and taking a walk with his partner. He takes a lot of pleasure in the good things, so you’ll have a super chill weekend at home and he’ll be like “our weekend was amazing”. 

You know that quote ‘I love the way men love’ where it talks about how men will quietly dedicate themselves to gestures of affection but not openly express it? That’s Levi. You’ll start to wonder if everything’s okay because he’s gotten quiet recently, but then notice that he upgraded his spotify account so that you can listen without being interrupted or that he’s trying to get used to a certain kind of food you love that he previously hated. 

Levi’s a really charming guy, especially to older people and children. He has this ability to just warm up a room when he’s in it. If he’s comfortable in his relationship and feeling good, everyone else feels it too. His laugh is really contagious, he validates the people around him, he’s willing to jump in and tell entertaining stories, and he’s the type that people gravitate towards. He’s just cool. He seems like the perfect guy in small doses, so I totally see him charming your family and friends (and honestly making them envious of you). 

He has really high expectations for himself, which contributes to the moodiness, but also pushes him to be really ambitious and constantly improving. If something doesn’t work, he’s going to keep trying to fix it or find products so that it’ll run smoothly. The ‘pro’ of that is he’s going to move hell and high water supporting you to get what you want. He’s going to grind to give you financial security, he’s going to practice with you and look for jobs if you want career advancement, he’s going to go to the gym with you if you’re on a muscle building kick. He genuinely is the biggest cheerleader, both for himself and you. 

 As much as I think he does have toxic masculinity to break down, I think he also takes pride in being a #SupportiveBoyfriend. Like he secretly relishes if you send him out for tampons/pads, or if he has to hold your bag while you shop. The performative feminist things that make him Feel like he’s doing something. When you eventually have kids, he’s going to be the proudest Girl Dad and relish doing her hair and taking her on outings (but not the labor intensive things of being a parent like entertaining them all day or dealing with tantrums/behaviors). But like the things that are ‘socially acceptable’ or will get him praise he’s really good at and takes genuine pride in doing. If you post photos of him doing any of these things it’ll go viral because people love hot guys being performatively good. 

[har1een]

a side ( @crimeloyalty ) ⸺ cruel summer ; i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard? the archer ; i’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you. delicate ; my reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me. dancing with our hands tied ; swaying as the room burned down.  dress ; i don’t want you like a best friend. mirrorball ; i’m still on that trapeze ; i’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me. august ; so much for summer love and saying us, ‘cause you weren’t mine to lose. ivy ; so tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become and drink my husband’s wine. renegade ; are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these? treacherous ; nothing safe is worth the drive, and i would follow you,  follow you home. holy ground ; we block the noise with the sound of ‘i need you,’ and, for the first time, i had something to lose. begin again ; i think it’s strange that you think i’m funny ‘cause he never did. state of grace ; we learn to live with the pain; mosaic broken hearts. forever winter ; live my life scared to death he’ll decide to leave instead. false god ; the altar is my hips,  even if it’s a false god. lavender haze ; they’re bringing up my history, but you weren’t even listening. anti-hero ; one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving ‘cause you got tired of my scheming for the last time. snow on the beach ; you wanting me tonight feels impossible. high infidelity ; do i really have to to tell you how he brought me back to life? glitch ; we were supposed to be just friends.

b side ( @shepurrs ) ⸺ this is why we can’t have nice things ; stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand. all you had to do was stay ;  all i know is that you drove us off the road. the story of us ;  this is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but i liked it better when you were on my side. better than revenge ; soon she’s gonna find stealing other people’s toys on the playground won’t make you many friends. haunted ; something’s made your eyes go cold. last kiss ;  i never imagined we’d end like this. if this was a movie ;  it’s not the kind of ending you wanna see now. exile ;  you were my town, now i’m in exile seeing you out. my tears ricochet ; and if i’m dead to you, why are you at the wake?  mad woman ; and women like hunting witches too. champagne problems ;  she’ll patch up your tapestry that i shred.  tolerate it ; where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire?  happiness ; i hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you. no,  i didn’t mean that, sorry. i can’t see facts through all of my fury.  coney island ; and do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?  you all over me ;  had you, got burned. held out and held on god knows, too long. and wasted time, lost tears. swore that i’d get out of here. but no amount of freedom gets you clean.  forever and always ;  this thing is breaking down ; we almost never speak.  sad beautiful tragic ;  distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, the train runs off its tracks. kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?  better man ;  and it was always on your terms ; i waited on every careless word, hoping they might turn sweet again like it was in the beginning.  i bet you think about me ;  and the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree and i bet your friends tell you she’s better than me. death by a thousand cuts ;  you said it was a great love,  one for the ages. but if the story’s over, why am i still writing pages?  maroon ; that’s a real fuckin�� legacy, to leave.  question . . . ? ;  do you wish you’d put up more of a fight when she said it was too much?  do you wish you could still touch her?  bejeweled ;  sapphire tears on my face ; sadness became my whole sky.  

[eclectickss]

Make Me Feel Special (1/2)

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Warnings: Mommy issues/kink, sexual implications, major age gap (reader is of age)

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Word Count: 3K?

Link to Part 2

A/N: Not grammar checked at all! A blurb gone big!(still at writers block on PGATW) But requests are open! I’ve never done one before but i’m willing to try. <3

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You entered the apartment and placed your keys in the dish and jacket on it’s hook, making your way into the kitchen to place your to-go food in the fridge. Jane sat at the island on the computer you shared, and you smiled.

“Hey, I picked up sandwiches for dinner. Hope that’s cool.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Your best friend didn’t look up, but it didn’t really bother you. Well, she was your only friend, but still.

You and Jane had been sharing the apartment for years now, The two of you working a good job to afford it and making a livable income. You had been close since high-school, due to your similar social status, but beyond the two of you, nobody was too good at making friends.

From what she had told you, Jane’s mom wasn’t around much when she was growing up. Jane was a teen pregnancy, and ever since she was born, her mom made no time for her daughter. Agatha, was her name.

Agatha came from a wealthy family, though. Her parents (Jane’s grandparents) wouldn’t allow her to use the family money for her child, much less anything else. She struggled with Jane, and therefore the two of them were ever close.

Agatha’s parents died when Jane was in high-school, so her mom inherited their wealth, but their relationship was past salvageable. At least in Jane’s eyes, it was.

Jane was always telling you about how bad of a mom Agatha was and about how you were lucky that you didn’t have to deal with someone like her. Jane didn’t understand though. You would had given anything to have someone like Agatha. Even if she wasn’t around to much, it was still better than nobody at all.

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You were now setting the table for two as you pulled the sandwiches out of the fridge, also finding some strawberries to place at the table. You now were looking through the pantry for chips when you heard a knock at the door and Jane moving around to answer it.

“Mom?!” You heard at the door while you still had your head buried in the pantry. Your eyes widened at the name, never expecting to hear it in your life (in that context, at least). You thought Agatha was out of the picture. “What are you doing here?” You stayed silent as you listened from around the corner.

“Well, I think it’s long overdue that we had a talk, Jane, honey.” She sounded a little more raspy than you were expecting, but that doesn’t say much about someone who used to be an addict.

“We don’t do that, Mom. Anyways, now isn’t a good time.” You heard your friend sigh. The woman was your literal mother... you could at least give her five minutes, you thought.

“I want to start, honey. Please just let me in?”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“C’mon, kiddo.” She begged, and you felt a little bad for how Jane was acting. You know her mom wasn’t a great person, but she was still her mom.

You never got to have one of those.

“If this is just you on another one of your sobriety stunts...”

“I’m really trying this time, Jane! I know I fucked up, baby, but please.”

“Fine.” Your friend grumbled. You heard increasing footsteps and your heart raced as you were about to meet the source of Jane’s complaints and drama.

You hurried to sit at the kitchen counter before the two women caught you snooping, but your gaze snaps up just in time to see Agatha Harkness walk into the room.

Jane might have always mentioned that her mother was any and all variations of a bitch, but she failed to mention how attractive the woman was. Her messy brown hair sat on top of an old purple cardigan and worn out jeans, followed by a pair of well-used slip-on shoes. The look together was not extremely flattering, but Agatha somehow pulled it together in a way that made your stomach turn. Your eyes raked her down, but you think she caught you when you met her gaze again. She smirked softly.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had guests!” She says as her own eyes follow your figure, and you wonder if she’s just doing it to mock you or flatter you. She looks back up with a glimmer in her eye, and you decide on the latter option. Your face goes red, but you try and brush her actions off, not wanting to mistake it for anything else.

“Didn’t I say that this was a bad time?” Jane grumbled.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Harkness. My name is YN.” You smiled as you held out your hand.

“Call me Agatha, darling.” She stared into your eyes. “It’s so nice to finally meet one of Jane’s friends.” You panic under her gaze.

“We were just about to sit down for dinner, if you want to join us. We don’t have any food for you, but-“

“Oh, thank you... I was hoping I could talk to Jane in private, though.” She walked over to the table and took a seat.

“Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it to YN, too.” The two of you joined Agatha at the table.

A long moment of awkward silence passsed between the three of you before your guest finally spoke up.

“I want you in my life, Jane. For real this time.”

Nobody says anything, and dishes stop clattering.

“I know I shoulda done this earlier... hell, I shoulda done this when I got claim to my parent’s money, but I want to look after you. I never got the chance to do that when you were young... cause of all the drinking and working... but I can do that now. I’m ready.”

Jane sat with her mouth open and a half eaten sandwich forgotten on her plate.

“No, Mom, you shoulda done this from the moment I was conceived. You don’t get a second chance with me. I’m not giving you a second chance, or a third or a fourth or whatever number you wanna give yourself. You wanna know why? It’s because I already did that. And you let me down every single time.”

Agatha looked a little speechless.

“Fine, then.” She sighed. “I won’t bother you again.” But it hurt you to watch a daughter turn away her mother, when that was an opportunity that you wanted so badly. “Is it alright if I stay the night, though? It’s a long drive back to my place.”

Jane rolled her eyes, knowing that her mother was being dramatic, but didn’t want to put up with any more of her antics. “I better not see you in the morning. YN can get blankets for the couch.”

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“Hey, Jane,” You sighed as you entered her room.

“Hey, YN. I’m sorry you had to deal with the shit show that is my mother. I can’t believe she just walked in here and expected me to accept her pathetic invitation.”

“No, it’s ok. She’s not that bad with me.”

“Well she just met you. I just don’t understand why she thought showing up unannounced would magically make me want a mother again. It’s fucked up.” Jane said, but you couldn’t sit there and watch her tear down something that you wish you had.

“Yeah,” you mumbled and rushed out of her room before she could say anything else.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, then headed over to the sink for some tap water. The cool liquid rushed down your throat as you held down your tears, thankful that nobody was around.

“Hey, Honey,”

Shit. You forgot that Agatha was on the couch.

You turn around to see her meeting your gaze, although her eyes quickly found the way to the rest of your body.

“You doing alright, babygirl?” The nickname made you heat up. She spoke with concern and care; something that Jane chose to ignore, which made you feel bad for Agatha. You wish that Jane wouldn’t take for granted what her mother was trying to offer her.

“Uh... yeah... I guess.” You sigh, hopping up to sit on the counter as you watch the other woman fill her own glass at the sink. “Jane is just... being a little hard right now.” You chose your words carefully, not wanting to lose the trust of your friend but also wanting to gain the trust of another.

“What do you mean?” You realize the situation you have put yourself in.

“It’s just... I didn’t have a mom at all growing up. Or a dad. I had my shitty uncle... until he tossed me into the foster system. I had it real rough... and it still kinda is... but Jane has been helping. That’s why we’re friends at least. She might view me as a charity project, but i’m desperate, I guess.”

“What does all of this have to do with Jane being hard, hon?” She leaned onto the counter across from you.

“She didn’t really have a mom, either... growing up. No offense.”

Agatha shrugged. “I know.”

“But now that she’s given an opportunity to have one, she turns it down... and it makes me jealous. Mad. Angry.” You pause. “I know I’ll never get the chance at a mom, but she has one. And fuck, I would give so much to have that.”

“To have someone like me? A recovering drunk who treated their teen pregnancy like a joke?”Agatha sighed into her hands, but her words meant so much more to you than she may ever know.

“Yeah. To have someone like you. Someone who cares.” At that, she looked up with a new light in her eyes, but you don’t meet her gaze. You don’t want her to see the blush or desire written on your face, so instead, you pull a cigarette out from your jacket pocket.

She watches you as you hop down from the counter to get the lighter out of the junk drawer, paying attention to the way your body moves. You notice how her eyes follow you, but you don’t call her out on it, knowing you would do the same if the roles were reversed.

“You want a hit?” You lift your eyebrow as you raise the smoke to meet her gaze. A glint of humor is caught on her face, and you smirk.

“Sure... why not.” She says as you join her in leaning up against the counter. You bring the cigarette up to your mouth and click the lighter.

“So,” Agatha starts again, both of you a few puffs in. “How did you end up here with Jane?”

“Uhh... we met senior year of high-school. I was fucked up. Shit grades. Wasn’t going to graduate. Drug money to pay off... no job. Jane used your money to pay off my debt. She found me a job. Tutored me. Like I said, I felt like a charity project. But at least I graduated. We both work now and pay for this place together. Maybe it’s not great but we’re both better off than we were a few years ago.”

“Why didn’t she accept anything I tried to give her? Did she tell you?” Agatha was prying, but you didn’t mind.

“You mean after high-school? She didn’t want any help from you. In her words exactly... ‘She wasn’t there for me for the first 18 years of my life, so why should she help out now...’”

“And what do you think about that?”

“I didn’t grow up poor, Agatha. I grew up with nothing. I would have taken any of your offers in a heartbeat, no matter how guilty they made me feel.”

“Good girl.” She nearly whispers, and you turned to face her, but you couldn’t make anything out of the expression written on her face. Your own skin was hot and something was burning in your core, and you didn’t know what to think.

“I’m sorry... what did you just say?” You watched as she put the cigarette out, now giving you her undivided attention.

“So tell me, honey, do you have a boyfriend? I’m assuming a pretty thing like you would have one. Tell me about him.” Part of you wondered where this conversation was going, but the other part assumed that she already knew which direction you leaned in.

“Uhh... not my type.” You stared at her with curiosity.

“So you got a girlfriend, then?” Her new confidence shocked you a little bit.

“Uhh... no.” You tilted your head, and she seemed to pick up on your confusion.

“Good girl.” Your mouth was dry. “You see, mommy doesn’t want you having a girlfriend... no, she wants you all to herself.”

Your eyes widen in shock, but your core aches and cheeks burn. You stare at the woman next to you as a hand slides onto your thigh.

“Oh come on, darling. You said you wanted a mommy, baby. I wanna take care of you. I see the way you look at me. Don’t deny you want me too.” She spins around and pins you to the counter, and you audibly gulp.

“But- Jane.” You whine, already being driven crazy by the proximity of Agatha’s body.

“Jane is kicking me out, baby girl. And you can come live with me. Mommy has a pretty house, honey. I can feed you, clothe you... make you feel good. I can make you feel special.” And God, your soul was ready to leave your body. You wanted this. You could hardly think as her soft lips grazed over the skin on your neck, and a soft moan escaped your throat. Her tongue and teeth pulled at the skin just below your ear, trying to pull a response out of you.

“Mom!” The both of you jumped at the third voice in the room. The two of you turn to Jane in shock. “What the FUCK are you doing!” She rushed over to the two of you, pulling Agatha off of your body. “You can’t just come into my life and try to fuck my friends after someone rejects you!” She pushes her mom back and turns to you.

“Oh my god, YN, are you ok? I cannot believe that she tried to touch you. God, that makes me sick.” She hugged you, but you still couldn’t say anything.

“Jane, honey, you don’t know-“

“Shut up! I can’t even look at you! Get out of my house, mom. I never want to see you again.” Jane’s face turned red with anger.

“Honey-“ Agatha met eyes with you, but you didn’t know what to do.

“Leave! Now.” She seethed and stomped back to the bedroom, expecting Agatha to be gone when she got back.

The woman in front of you moved silently while you still processed what just happened. When she returned with her belongings, she gave you a note, but headed out without saying a word.

After a few minutes, you finally looked at the piece of paper in hand.

If you ever make up your mind...

1286 Lincoln St NW

(673) 867-5309

-Agatha

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“YN, are you sure you’re alright? I really never would have expected my mom to touch you or even make you feel uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.” Jane sighed as she sat on the bed.

“I’m fine, J. You don’t have to apologize on her behalf.” You replied, sitting on the chair opposite her.

“I mean what even happened. Why did she do that?”

“Umm... I don’t know. We were just talking and then she started that.”

“What we’re you talking about?”

“Oh, I was just explaining how we met.” You tentatively answered.

“YN you didn’t have to tell her that. I know it’s personal for you, I can’t believe she forced you to talk about it.

“I uhh- actually didn’t mind. I wasn’t forced.”

“Then why would you trust her with something like that? You know how she is.”

“Because...” You thought about your next words carefully. “She cares.” Jane scoffs.

“That must be a different woman we’re talking about, YN. My mom is a selfish bitch who only cares for herself.”

That tipped the iceberg for you.

“You know, Jane? I understand that you and her might never be besties like she wants you to be, but that doesn’t mean you get to fuck her over now that she’s trying.” Your friend looks up at you in shock.

“Well she fucked me over my entire life, so I don’t see why I can’t do the same.”

“Because! Jane! She’s changed! It’s only right that you give her one more shot in your life!”

She took a pause.

“I’m sorry, YN, are you defending my MOM? After everything she’s done to me, and everything i’ve done for you?!”

“Yes. It is sick watching you throw something away that I can only dream of.” You spat angrily.

“Geez, YN. Just- get out of my fucking house. Keep your rent money for the month. Pack your shit and get the hell out of here.” She nearly ran out of the room.

But you weren’t surprised. In fact, you expected this the moment you chose your side.

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The knocks resonate through the large door attached to the even larger house. Agatha has money.

You thought Jane was over exaggerating a little bit, but now you understood that she wasn’t. You sighed as your cab sped away, and now all you could do was wait.

Agatha opened the door, slightly shocked to see you, but nevertheless happy.

“Hey baby, what is it?”

You took a deep breath, taking in the sight of the woman who stood in front of you.

“I want you to make me feel special, mommy.”

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link to part 2

[bunni-bino]

The OP Boys & Their Personal Dirty Secrets pt. 2

A/N : Hey hun! I hope you like this! ( i can’t tag you idk why ) I saw you wanted a part two to this and decided to do it because it was fun. I guess, lol. anyways hope you like this! :>

Soooo, don’t judge the gif I couldn’t find anything else. Also I’m kinda tired ;-; alsooo. these ones are a LITTLE bit dirtier.

Warning : NSFW AHEAD! PROCEED WITH CAUTION! ⚠️ ESPECIALLY W/ THATCH.

kid and mihawk don’t have specific dark secrets since I couldn’t think of anything that would yk connect to them. ;-;

Summary : All of these boys and their personal, hidden dirty secrets. PART TWO!

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Doflamingo

Oh boy, this male, despite his possessiveness, has a bit of a voyeurism kink. He hasn’t yet, but he DEFINITELY wants to turn on the country wide announcement, ( like those screens whatever used in Dressrosa when he talked ) and just fuck you as everyone watches throughout the island. He dreams of it, and one day, HE WILL make it a reality.

“How does it feel?” The lick of his lips and the shit-eating grin was on display all over the island for the people of Dressrosa to see, the image of Doflamingo’s hips thrusting and making contact with your rear.

“Does it feel good to have the whole island watching you being fucked senseless, by me? Their king?”

You couldn’t respond, lost in the insane amount of pleasure that ran through your body, specifically your lower regions. You didn’t even care that you were being watched, basking in the euphoria you were given at the moment.

Doffy’s strings suspended you partially in air, the material binding your body so you couldn’t move in the slightest as he took you from behind.

Arms wrapped around your bare figure, one holding you thigh tightly while the other wrapped around your torso, his hand grasping your throat and his fingers, pressing itself onto the flesh of your neck.

If you were fortunate, your face was cut off from the screen to be visible but your exposed body was seen by everyone who watched.

Doflamingo felt glory and power, as he continued to fuck you for all to see, your sweet, melodic moans echoing through the island as he did this.

What a fantasy that will soon become a reality.

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Kid

Literally anything but also nothing. I couldn’t think of anything.. so here’s a kink he has! Dominant Submission. (?) basically, he LOVES the submissive ones, but those who really fight back. Feisty bitches yk? But like, he knows you’re all talk because he’ll have you begging for him on your knees once the two of you really get started. ;)

You’re teasing the hell out of Kid. You’re being bad by ignoring Kid and disobeying his orders and the Captain has had enough.

He barges into your room, slamming the door shut with the lock clicking on and before you could react, he has his hand around your throat and your back shoved to the wall.

“You think you’re being funny?” He growls into your ear, instantly using his free hand to rip your clothes off in a swift pull.

Despite the lack of air you had, your face still formed a sly and cheeky smirk in response. “I..I think it’s.. hilarious. Ha.”

Kid scowls before slowly smirking himself and tightened his grip on your neck a little bit more, but not enough to actually kill you. ( he cares after all :> )

“Tch. Looks like you need a punishment.” He drags you over to your bed and shoves you roughly done onto him, unbuckling his pants and pulled the belt out from the loops and pressed the two ends together so he had an able whipping belt. ( make sense? )

You merely grin at this and tilt your head. “Oh? Is that for me?” You hum and sat up, legs up and spread for him to see your already getting wet pussy, arms over you knees.

The sight of it made Kid growl lowly before he walks closer to you. “Time for you to face the consequences of pissing me off.”

With one hand, he forces you down onto the bed, breasts against the mattress and your ass forcefully in the air.

And with the raise of his other hand, it was only seconds before a loud whip was heard.

Tears stings the corner of your eyes but you still held strong, biting your lip. “Is that all you got? Guess you weren’t so angry.” You laugh and Kid didn’t respond, only whipping you once more, a little more force.

“Don’t you worry. I have all night long.”

[ I could write a whole OneShot about this, I had to stop lol ]

-

Marco

Little bit harder, buttt, come on. Sex in the air? Marco’s dream, for sure. And if he’s going to admit it, yes, he has done sexual activities in the air, where no one would be around.

The blonde doctor soars across the sky, a little ways away from the ship, not too far to lose sight but enough where he wouldn’t be seen, regardless of it being the time of night.

He’s only ever done it once or twice, but the no matter how many times Marco would do it again afterwards, the first time experience couldn’t ever be bested.

Sexual activities in the air.

Yet, that didn’t mean Marco didn’t love the thrill and excitement it brought him, especially when he did it so often in his younger days.

Extending his bright cyan blue wings out and around him, Marco palms himself through his pants, shutting his eyes before slightly lowering his pants enough to release his cock into the exposed cold air.

Marco shivers before reeling back and moving so he was laying down, his wings as support. One left propped up and his fingers wrapped itself around his shaft, his touch slow.

With nothing but the moon lighting down on him and the refreshing night breeze in the midnight sky, Marco felt at ease as he continues to rub his length in a teasingly slow motion, only increasing in speed seconds after.

Marco won’t lie, when it came to his release, he often did it into his hands and a bit dripping down onto his hips and chest,

but it felt good letting his cum spurt into the ocean.

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Thatch

It’s pretty known that Thatch is a real perv with large sexual desires. ( at least to me because of @ honeybakedthatch lol ) however, this personal secret is his dirtiest one yet.

Thatch bit his lip as he grunted out a soft groan, feeling the rest of his warm, bitter cum shooting out from his tip and into the leftover mixture of cream and condensed milk he made for the cinnamon buns.

Pulling his pants up and zipping it tight, Thatch made sure to thoroughly mix the cum and mixture together with a plastic spoon before drizzling it over the cinnamon buns he left out just for you.

The plastered grin Thatch wore merely widens as he watched the ordinary looking cinnamon buns look identical to the others, but he knew the pleasant surprise in taste that differed.

Just as he finished drizzling the cream, the door opened, you having walked in. “Thatch, I smell something good! What is it?”

The cheery, innocent smile you had made Thatch smirk a bit, the imagination all too pleasant, the thought of you eating his delicious cinnamon buns.

“I made cinnamon buns. Here, I made these especially for you.” Thatch holds out the separate plate he had and walks closer to you, placing a sweet kiss on your temple before letting you take the plate and fork.

“Enjoy. If it’s a bit too bitter, let me know and I’ll.. sweeten it up for you.”

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Mihawk

This stoic ass man is such an intimate, romanticist, he doesn’t quite have very dirty secrets.. but, one kink he secretly has is bondage and slight corruption. He won’t ever mention it but if you bring it up, he’ll voice his opinions on it.

“Now, now, love. You should be careful.”

Mihawk’s strict but amused tone was evident as he sat in his chair and watched you writhe in the tight black silk ribbons that bounded you on the ground.

Your arms were tied behind your back, your vision blocked by a silk blindfold and your legs were forced spread by a ankle bar, exposing your bare heat towards Mihawk.

You were leaning against a table/chair, and the only thing you could hear were Mihawk’s praises and warnings, along with the humming vibration that came from the vibrator strapped to your clit.

“You might loosen the binds, and you know you don’t want that, do you?” Mihawk sternly questions and you shook your head, biting your lip to prevent yourself from moaning out too loud.

“Oh? You aren’t responding?” Mihawk smiles slightly as he leans on his hand, elbow on the armrest of his chair. “I asked you a question.”

You gasp out in realization and stammered out, trying to close your legs from the shock and orgasm you keep receiving.

“I-I mean no.. h-hah.. ah.. I, I don’t want it to loosen.” Your blush darkens at the embarrassment you held, but you loved this, just as much as Mihawk did.

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Shanks

I could come up with a bunch of things but the first thing my mind went to was — sex tapes. Shanks is all for EVERYTHING but I feel like sex tapes seal the deal. Especially since he hooks up with so many women, I’m sure.

Shanks watches as the woman below him arches her back and curls her toes in pure bliss and euphoria.

The loud moans escaping her lips and filling the motel rooms only edged him further.

His tight grip on the woman’s left thigh glides up to grab the soft mound flesh on her left, his fingers twisting the little perky bud as he thrusted his hips roughly into her, eliciting a louder pleasurable cry.

The sound of skin slapping was the only thing heard other than the heavy grunts of Shanks and the mewls of the woman being fucked into oblivion.

Shanks, despite having the time of his life and was nearing his climax as he continued to thrust into the two small and tight lips, it’s walls clenching around him, could only think about the recording camera on its designated position on top of the drawer.

As much as he loved the real experience at the current moment, he couldn’t wait to rewatch the recording of it and relive the experience that way.

-

A/N: here you go, hun! I know you wanted a part 2 with these characters and I hope this went out you expected and wanted! :>

A few don’t have proper endings but it’s gooddd enoughhh for me. :p

jus wondering, what do y’all think Kid has? Master, sir, daddy or captain kink? Or none and just his name?

Law def has a “doc/doctor” kink lol but since I’m at it, I don’t think Marco has that.

[therealieblog]

An open letter to Rebel Wilson

When I saw that you had lost a lot of weight, I was disappointed, but I wasn’t surprised. I know exactly why you did it, and it wasn’t really about wanting to have healthy children. Even implying that fat women have unhealthy children is so messed up, but that isn’t your fault. None of this diet bullshit is your fault. You are a beautiful, talented comedic actor in Hollywood. Of course there will be boatloads of pressure on you to lose weight. Especially because you’re beautiful. I’m certain the comments of “you’d be a knockout if only you lost weight” aren’t new to you. I heard those comments all my life. 

And then I decided to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. You know, the ole DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT decision, where you think ‘I’m sick of being fat and invisible and no one finding me attractive.’ Where your doctors are pressuring you with threats of future health issues that maybe aren’t even happening currently. Where your friends and family and the media and medical professionals all think you’d do well to make yourself smaller. 

So you work out day and night. You cut out carbs and obsess over calories and sugar and you stop eating pizza unless it’s one or two small pieces, made using a cauliflower crust. 

You eventually succeed in making yourself small enough, and everyone congratulates you. At last, you can be truly beautiful! At last you can be truly sexy! 

I know why you did it. As I’ve just said, I did it too. I went from 235lbs to 155lbs back in 2008-2009. I worked out, swore off carbs, drank loads of water, and obsessed over every piece of food I put in my mouth, and I became thin! 

I won’t lie. The privilege that became available to me immediately upon losing weight was astounding. Men checked me out constantly. People complimented me constantly. Everyone told me I was so “good” and “healthy” and “strong” and “beautiful” and “hot”. 

People asked me what my secret was, but we all know, there’s no secret. It’s just starvation and exercise. Starvation and exercise makes humans lose weight. It worked in concentration camps in WWII, and it works on teen girls who get the advice from Cosmo magazine, and were you to end up stranded somewhere with no food, like on a desert island or in a POW camp, it would work there too. There’s no real trick to losing tons of weight. You just need a lot of obsessive drive, and to devote almost every waking moment of your life to it for a few months to a year, and bam! You too can be thin!

You may even be able to keep it off. Very few people do, (around 5%) though famous actors tend to have a better chance, being that there’s so much pressure on them to maintain weight loss, and they have access to personal trainers and high end diet programs and nutrition coaches etc. Most normal folks though, end up endlessly shrinking and growing, thinning and thickening as the years go by. Because the first major diet always works. It always does. It’s like that first hit of a hard drug will always feel the best. Thing is, it gets harder and harder to maintain. Why? Because human beings love to eat. It’s what keeps us alive and gives us pleasure. Our brains are uniquely set up to find, eat and enjoy food so that we don’t die of starvation. 

Your body will fight you. It will increase your hunger hormones and make you obsess over food. It will send tendrils of temptation from plates of high fat, high starch, high sugar foods in an attempt to get you to eat more. Please don’t be angry with it. Don’t hate your body for fighting you. It is only trying to save your life. It is a blind organism that operates on hundreds of thousands of years of instinct, and it wants you to eat. 

Right now, you are on top of the world. A loving partner. Applause from the media. Lots of young girls seeing you as their starvation role model. Right now, everything is great. And it might stay that way. You might be able to fight your body successfully enough to hold onto that weight loss indefinitely. You might be one of the 5% who does that. If you want that, and it’s worth the sacrifices you’ll need to make to stay there, to stay thin, then best of luck. 

But, if you catch yourself “slipping”, “cheating” or doing any of the other horrible things that involve re-feeding your starving body, please know that you are beautiful and worthwhile, and that you can be perfectly healthy while also being fat. It is OK. You can eat more vegetables and whole grains and still go to the gym as much as you want, while being fat. You can have pizza and donuts and cookies and chocolate and still be healthy. This isn’t a black and white game where you must starve yourself down to a small size to gain health. 

I admired you so much for staying in your body. For staying fat. You were funny, but also sexy and beautiful. I thought ‘What an amazing woman. She’s fat and hot and funny and she’s such an incredible role model for body positivity’.

When I saw that you’d lost weight, I was not surprised, but I was disappointed. It happens over and over. A fat woman with a lot of talent becomes famous and bends to the pressures to lose weight. Even if it feels like it’s for good reasons (to not die young from some horrible condition people are convinced is intrinsically linked to fatness, or to have “healthy children”) it is almost always because fatphobia is woven into every aspect of our lives like a toxic thread. It’s almost always because we’ve been taught that fat is disgusting, unhealthy and wrong. 

I still love your comedy. You still crack me up, and you are still beautiful. I only wish you hadn’t believed the diet culture message. I wish it hadn’t infected you with this dissatisfaction with yourself. If some day in the future, if you end up in an endless struggle against your body’s needs in order to stay thin, I hope that you find true body positivity and true health outside of starvation and intense exercise. I hope you find happiness. Just know that if you gain weight back, you are NOT a failure. Diet culture has failed you, but you haven’t failed at a single thing.