#gave this motherfucker CLAMP level legs

[cosssmicthing]

little donnie. little guy. not so little legs

small practice doodle on a post-it, donnie is all legs. im not very good at full body poses yet, so don't be too harsh pls 🙏🏽

im not usually the type to share doodles/rough sketches on my profiles, but if you like them ill do it more often. :p

how do i make a bio on tumblr?

[luna-almighty-god]

Comfort a Little Dream N°4 [This desire I have for you.]

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

Careful, there are explicit scenes in this story (violence) !

I hope you have a good read!

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First Chapter

Previous Chapter

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The darkness of unconsciousness was one of the most terrifying prisons he had ever known. Dream cowered, trembling, unable to raise his head to observe this desperately empty, desperately dark place. The place that had held him prisoner for so long... for hours? Days? He couldn't tell, his vision of time was cloudy, as cloudy as the feelings that assailed him.

He was scared, shaking, sobbing. And in this place devoid of life, he heard only his own groans, his own painful and pathetic groans.

He was scared. He wanted Ink. He wanted Cross. He wanted his brother.

[Someone, anyone...]

Was he dead? Was it hell? Was it his fate after his miserable life: to be plunged into darkness until he went mad?

He gritted his teeth, choking out another sob.

A gust of wind. He shivered.

He froze.

A gust of wind?

He raised his head up sharply, only to fall once again into the void. At first disappointed, his soul gripping with anguish, he suddenly held his breath. No ... There was something different. There was a... There was someone there?

“Always such a crybaby.”

Dream widened his eyes and got back on his feet. Contradictory feelings took possession of him: relief, apprehension, incomprehension. He squinted his eyes for fear of having dreamed, but it was not so: Nightmare broke away from the darkness to appear before him, as imposing and haughty as usual, his tentacles wiggling in his back.

“N ... Night?” stammered the keeper of dreams.

Nightmare kept silent, looked at him for a long time, lingered on his frail and trembling body, then on his tired and terrified face ... and Dream was surprised to see a glimmer of guilt in his eyes. No, it was impossible, had he dreamed?

“... Nightmare... Is this ....real? Or am I... ?

- You're not dead.”

The master of darkness approached. Dream shuddered, took a step back, but his twin was quickly at his level, came to slip a hand on his cheek, surprising him again. And he put on him a look that the guardian of dreams never thought he would see, a look that made him feel like a jewel, a fragile crystal that one wished to brood and cherish.

It wasn't normal... This situation was far too unreal...

“Dream…”

Nightmare's voice shook, alerting his twin, who looked at him in confusion:

“Dream... You're in a coma.”

The little dream blinked, as if he hadn't assimilated the information. He tilted his head to the side, lost, confused, believing some kind of joke or manipulative technique, or a clue that he was dreaming and that his brother wasn't really there.

“Dream, do you even remember what happened?”

What happened? He had a sweet laugh, a laugh that stunned Nightmare.

“It's hard to forget him ... But what does it matter?”

Yeah, what does it matter?

“All is well”

[He was fine.]

“This place isn't so bad, especially if I can create such illusions…”

[ Now that he had imagined Nightmare, maybe he could imagine Ink, Cross, maybe even Blueberry? ]

“No one will ever have to suffer because of me again.”

[ Yes, plus pers... ]

“BUT YOU'RE NOT FUCKING DEAD!”

Dream was startled, terrified by this excess of voices. He looked at what he thought was a fake Nightmare, this fake Nightmare whose tentacles were more violently agitated, whose gaze had become more murderous. This fake Nightmare at his wit's end, full of rage and suffering that made him tremble, made him want to cry:

“YOU'RE IN A COMA BECAUSE THE OTHER MOTHERFUCKER MADE YOU EAT BLACK APPLES! AND I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU'RE STILL NOT FUCKING CORRUPT!”

Dream flickers. What's that?

Nightmare grabbed him by the shoulders:

“We're both unconscious right now! Your state is completely unstable, your mind is an open book! I snuck in here to wake you up, you moron!

- No... (sighs) No, that's impossible, it's...

- If you don't wake up now, your soul will destroy itself! And then, yeah, then you'll be dead for good! And don't expect Reaper to give you special treatment! So... (sighs)”

Nightmare opened his eyes when he was violently pushed away. He avoided the fall only because of his tentacles on which he leaned and raised his head, looking at his brother in amazement. Dream had just attacked him? Really?

“Shut up... “ gently blew the younger one backwards.

Nightmare frowned, took another step towards him.

“BACK OFF! STAY AWAY FROM ME!

- Dream.

- SHUT UP! YOU'RE NOT MY BROTHER! YOU CAN'T BE MY BROTHER!”

Dream didn't know how he managed, but his bow suddenly materialized in his hand and it was by instinct that he aimed at his twin before firing without the slightest hesitation. The arrow of light split the air in an instant and almost stabbed the nightmare master, but he narrowly dodged it, not without making a wince when he was grazed on the cheek.

He growled, looked angrily at his brother:

“So you want to play this…”

He never turned down a fight, least of all with his idiot twin. His old habits returned at full gallop and he threw himself on Dream, his tentacles rushing towards him. But his soul missed a beat. It missed a beat when he saw Dream close his eyes, surrendering to his attack, ready to suffer its full force, even if it was only to shatter.

Nightmare felt his stomach twist. He had to use all his self-control to manage to deflect the attack, saving his twin from certain death, and instead of hurting him he came to grab him, his tentacles grabbing his arms and legs to immobilize him in the air.

Dream froze in horror, assailed by memories.

[ Tentacle clamps violently against the wall ]

[ arm snap ]

[ Sticking a tentacle in his mouth ]

[Sets him down with a deep wound]

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

Nightmare froze with fright, shuddered before this scream of terror, a scream he had surely not foreseen, as well as this sudden wave of negativity that pushed him to step back, to protect himself with his arms. He barely managed to hold Dream, watching it struggling, screaming and sobbing like a madman, his body arched and his eyes filled with unbearable fear.

And that terrified him. Dealing with negative emotions was one thing. Facing unknown negativity was another. But seeing his brother, his twin, that adorable being embodying positivity, screaming like a madman and struggling with despair, was surely the worst vision, a sight he would never have wanted to see.

And yet he had dreamed of it. Oh yes, Nightmare had dreamed of the day when he would destroy Dream, when he would push it to its limit, when he would make it sick with horror and make it sink, getting rid of the positive emotions that were bothering him at the time, getting rid of the last obstacle that was preventing him from reigning as a master on the multiverse.

Aren't you happy?

He should have been happy.

[You finally get what you want.]

He should have rejoiced!

[ Chuckles ]

WHY COULDN'T HE REJOICE?!

Nightmare tightened his grip, Dream uttered yet another scream. He slipped a tentacle around his throat, pressed it slowly, the body trembling, the eyes devoid of pupils.

[If he killed him now, no one would blame him.]

[If he killed him now, everyone would think that Shattered is the culprit.]

If he killed him now...

If he killed him now...!

... Why didn't he kill him before? Now he'd had his chance. He'd had too many chances.

[He wanted to hurt him.]

Yes, yes, death was too sweet, much too sweet for Dream. It was...

[ Dream choking ]

He didn't care. A little more, just a little tighter, and...

[He can't breathe]

Why did he want to save him in the first place? No, no, Nightmare didn't want to save him. He was delusional, he didn't... he didn't... he didn't... he... he...

He met the gaze of his twin, his twin who had stopped struggling, empty-eyed, half unconscious, ready to accept his death, ready to disappear from this world, ready to ... à ...

Nightmare became livid. His tentacles gave way, letting the guardian of dreams fall to the ground, stunned and confused, coughing and trying to catch a faint breath.

“Why... ? “ articulated the nightmare.

Dream was unable to move. He could only turn his eyes to his weak brother, without understanding why he had not finished him.

“Why do you seek to die... ? WHAT'S GOING ON IN YOUR SKULL THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO DISAPPEAR?”

The silence returned, heavier, colder, more unbearable than ever.

Dream remained for a long time without answering, as if the question seemed absurd to him, that there was no need to give an answer. Nightmare asked him why? He dared to ask him why? He dared to stand in front of him, to cheer him up, to imply that he was just an idiot to want to die ... When he was the one who wanted him dead all along? That he's the one who's been trying to finish him off? That he was the one who tried to kill him again not even a few minutes ago?

“... You've got to be kidding me…”

Dream blew that out with a smile on his face, as if he'd just heard a good joke. His breathing was just getting regular again, but his soul was beating wildly, his mind was no longer functioning properly. He leaned on his hands, trembling all over, more feverish than he had ever been.

“You wanted me to disappear... and now that I'm giving it to you, you ask me why? When I'm doing this for you, for all of you, you ask me why?”

Her smile had melted, his tremors had become more violent. He got up, barely holding on to his legs, ready to collapse again. But his gaze was not feverish. No, his gaze had become dark, dark and angry, witnessing the storm raging inside him, the storm that mixed his anger and sadness, his regret and remorse, his ... his ... his ...

“IT'S NOT FAIR! I HAVE FINALLY ACCEPTED MY FATE! I FINALLY ACCEPTED TO DIE ! I'VE FINALLY ACCEPTED TO LEAVE YOU ALONE, TO LEAVE YOU ALONE SO THAT I CAN BE LEFT ALONE! WHY DON'T YOU LET ME DIE? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WANTED THIS! YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED IT! DON'T BULLSHIT ME, DON'T TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO WAKE UP!”

Nightmare thought he was hallucinating, anger took hold of him again:

“LEAVE YOU ALONE? YOU'RE ALWAYS IN PEACE! YOU'VE HAD PEACE SINCE WE WERE KIDS! YOU'VE HAD IT ALL ALONG! YOU'VE ALWAYS HAD PEOPLE TO LOVE AND CUDDLE YOU, YOU'VE ALWAYS...

- WHAT LOVE?!”

Nightmare paused, stunned by such a question. He clenched his fists, his rage only getting stronger, but Dream got ahead of him before he could reply:

“DO YOU EVOKE THE LOVE IN MY AURA? IS THIS LOVE FOR YOU?”

Nightmare remained mute, caught off guard by such a question. What… ? Love to his aura?

“WHAT A LOVE! PEOPLE LIKE TO FEEL GOOD! THEY LIKE POSITIVE EMOTIONS, THEY LIKE TO SMILE, THEY LIKE TO BE HAPPY! SO OF COURSE HE LOVES ME, I'M A WALKING SOURCE OF HAPPINESS!

- Wha... Dr...

- BUT WITHOUT THAT AURA, WHO'S LEFT? NO ONE! BECAUSE NOBODY WANTS A USELESS KID! NOBODY WANTS A CLUMSY MORON WHO KNOWS NOTHING BUT HOPE, WHO KNOWS NOTHING BUT HOPING, WHO KNOWS NOTHING BUT COMING OUT OF NONSENSE BIGGER THAN HIMSELF!

- It's, uh... !

- EVERYONE PREFERS TO PLAY THE HYPOCRITE WHEN IT SUITS THEM, BUT WHEN THEY NO LONGER NEED A HELPING HAND THEY TURN AWAY FROM THEIR SOURCE! THEY GO ELSEWHERE TO TAKE CARE OF THE PEOPLE THEY REALLY LOVE!”

Nightmare hiccupped, petrified by his twin's speech. Petrified by the tears that had come to fill his eyes and run down his undone face.

“ONCE THEY'RE HAPPY, ONCE THEY'RE HAPPY... !”

Dream sobbed, grabbed his arms with force, stuck his trembling phalanges into them without worrying about the pain.

"Once they're happy, they don't need me anymore! Once they are happy, they don't care that I can disappear, they don't care that I can go wrong! »

He fell to his knees, shaken by uncontrollable jolts, as pale as death as he felt his stomach turn over, inflicting on him that repulsive urge to vomit.

“... I wanted to be like you…”

Nightmare felt stabbed, assaulted by a stabbing pain, a pain that worsened when his twin repeated:

“I wanted to be like you... To be as strong as you... To be capable of so many things like you... Many hated you, many resented you, many still do... But when people love you…”

He burst into tears, his voice going off the rails over his last words:

“...when you are loved, you are truly loved... !”

He took his head in his hands, closing his eyes with force, as if he wanted to hide, to vanish for good:

“I really loved you... !”

There was nothing left but his sobs, his crouching and aching body, his broken voice and his erratic breathing. There was nothing left but his troubled mind and his terror. There was nothing but his distress and abandonment.

And Nightmare just stood there with his mouth open, unable to answer anything, as if he'd just received a masterful slap, a truth he would have preferred to ignore. He remained silent, contemplating the feverish body of his brother, contemplating what was left of his sparkling twin as a crowd of memories hit him in the face.

“YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME! YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME!”

He was the one who didn't understand anything.

“YOU'VE ALWAYS HAD IT ALL! BECAUSE YOU ARE THE GUARDIAN OF DREAMS, OF POSITIVITY! YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN THE SPOILED BRAT! AND ME IN ALL THIS?!”

"A spoiled rotten kid" who lived a life of hypocrisy and lies.

“WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU? WHEN I WAS BEING HUMILIATED, HARASSED?”

Dream had never been there because he didn't know about it. He had never noticed anything because everybody had hidden it from him, everybody had lied to him, everybody... including Nightmare himself. Nightmare who had dared to accuse him, who had dared to call him a liar.

But Dream had only lied to one person.

[ Dream had been lying to himself all these years ]

[He lied to himself, convinced himself that he was okay, that everything was fine.]

He had lied to himself only to avoid cracking up. Only so he could continue to support others.]

[ While from the beginning... ]

[All along, it was his job to be supported]

Nightmare collapsed, fell to his knees, exhausted. Just about at the end. He made a groan, a pathetic moan, close to a sob, and barely realized that his vision had become blurred, that tears were coming out of his one eye.

What had he done?

He destroyed Dream.

What had he done?

He had pushed his twin to the limit.

What had he done?

He had committed an unforgivable act.

Seeing your desperate brother hurt you more than you thought...

Nightmare gritted her teeth. He got up, his body reacting by automatism, and moved towards Dream, came to crouch down beside him, put a hand on his shoulder.

[It's time to right the wrong you've done.]

“It's time to wake up Dream.”

[You're filled with determination]

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Credits =

Dreamtale -> Joku

Shattered Dream -> ErroredArtist’s

Cross ->  Jakei

Error -> Lover The Piggies

Ink -> Comyet / Myebi

Dust -> Ask DustTale

Killer -> Rahafwabas

Color -> Superyoumma

Sugar Plum -> undertale Community (formerly NSFWShamecave ?)

[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

Brendon’s P.O.V. : Chapter Sixteen

I paid no attention to the amount of force I used to slam the locker room door shut but judging from the way Corvey jumped out of his skin, it must’ve created a fairly loud bang. I didn’t hear it over the sound of my thumping heart.

“I’m not gonna kick your ass, ‘cause that would raise suspicions,” I spoke slowly and clearly, taking cautious, deliberate steps toward the pipsqueak in front of me. There was a slight tremor in his legs; I had to fight hard to supress a laugh at the sight. Weakling.

“But let me make one thing perfectly clear,” I continued, picking up my pace a little. Once I was close enough, I clamped my hands down on his shoulders and gave a small, sarcastic smile; he flinched at the impact, shutting his eyes. “Under no circumstance are you to ever touch her like that again, you hear me? She’s not yours, nor will she ever be, so back the hell off. You understand?”

He nodded vigorously and I could see the fear swirling around in his wide eyes. Good. He should be scared.

“Wonderful,” I flashed him a dazzling smile and stepped back, patting him once on the back, “then we’re done here.”

I spun around and started for the exit, hearing him sigh in relief. My hand was just about to grab the door handle when I remembered something.

“Oh, and,” I turned to look at him, “You’re not training her anymore. Not in this life or the next.”

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I watched her as she brought one hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn; she was clearly half-asleep and I felt only slightly guilty for cutting her slumber time short. But contrary to what she might think, it wasn’t an unnecessary move. If I hadn’t woken her up to do this, she would’ve been back in the centre tonight with that imbecile Corvey – God, even thinking of him made me sick – and we couldn’t have that. No, we couldn’t. Not at all.

If anyone was going to be rolling around on the floor with her, damn straight it was going to be me.

She was tiredly rubbing her eyes now, trying to brush away the remnants of sleep as she creased her forehead. I noticed that her lips were pouted, and I turned away before I could get any debauched ideas.

I flexed my jaw as I began rolling my sleeves up and cleared my throat as I backtracked away from her, willing my mind to focus on the task at hand: her training.

“Let’s start with the basics. Reflexes.”

She sighed and continued rubbing her face. “I already did reflex training with Corvey,” she pointed out; I just barely bit back a growl.

Why did she have to go and bring him up? He was idiotic and incompetent; I don’t even know how he ever passed training. He could never have trained her properly – so why did she approach him in the first place?

Images from last night flashed in my mind – of him standing so close to her; of her smiling genuinely at him; of him touching her…

Fuck, it made me mad. It’s obvious that he has a thing for her – a pathetic, schoolyard crush – but he can’t have her. She’s not available for him to claim as his own. And I would crush him if he ever tried to pull a stunt like last night again.

And I think I made that pretty clear to him in the locker room last night.

But, I still had to make it clear to her.

“Yes, but,” I flicked my hand forward, sending the blade flying straight at her head, “I’m not Corvey.”

I didn’t want to kill her – obviously – so I purposefully aimed a few inches higher than the top of her hair. She wasn’t aware of this, and the way she was currently glaring at me, panting and eyes broadened by shock, showed that she had been sincerely scared for her life.

It was an irrational fear; I would never hurt her. Couldn’t if I wanted to. Not her. But she wanted to be trained, and so I had to prepare her for the worst.

I stared at her with a blank expression, noticing her jaw tightening, fists clenching, and chest heaving. Annnnnd cue the hateful yelling in three… two… one…

“You’re right. You’re not Corvey. You’re a fucking maniac. What the hell was that, Brendon?! You almost killed me.”

I rolled my eyes, starting to think some of Corvey’s stupid rubbed off on her. Did she honestly think I would kill her? My job is literally to prevent her from being killed.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve aimed lower – for your heart. That way, if you ducked, the dagger would catch your head; you would’ve died either way,” I shrugged.

“Wow, okay. Thanks. Thank you for that,” she remarked sarcastically, irately ripping her jacket from her body and aimlessly tossing it to the side.  

“It’s a pleasure.”

We spent the next forty-five minutes practicing her reflexes in hand-to-hand combat. She wasn’t too bad, I’ll admit, but she definitely wasn’t where she should’ve been after her previous bout of training. That’s just proof that Corvey was a god-awful trainer; she shouldn’t have gone to him.

I went relatively easy on her, making sure to hold back on the strength of my punches and kicks. Even so, I countered almost every move she made, and I could see her becoming increasingly unmotivated to continue.

I offered some words of encouragement as we went along, and that seemed to draw her back in when she started losing focus, but then her mind strayed for a millisecond too long, and she found herself knocked to the ground.

I felt a marginal pang in my chest as I watched her land with a harsh thud. Her hand flew to her ribcage and I almost caved and rushed over to pick her up, but I refrained, and a moment later she started pushing herself up.

“C’mon, (Y/N),” I sighed, making sure that my voice conveyed irritation and disappointment and mentally drowning out the microscopic amount of concern I had felt; neither of us needed me to show that. I did, however, extend a hand to help her up. “This is basic stuff.”

“Not according to Corvey,” she retorted, wincing as she rubbed her side, “He said that was Level Four stuff.”

Again with fucking Corvey! Motherfucker. Why won’t she stop bringing him up? Corvey this, Corvey that. Fucker is probably gonna headline my dreams tonight with the amount of times she’s mentioned him.

“Last time I checked,” I grit my teeth, not even bothering to mask my annoyance, “it’s me who’s training you. Not Corvey.”

“Yeah,” she said, furrowing her brows, “Why is that exactly?”

I knew exactly what she was asking, but I feigned innocence, raising my eyebrows in a silent request for her to elaborate. I would deny it to my death.

“I tried for weeks to get you to train me, and you refused. Then, as soon as I went to someone else for help, you decided that you would. Why?”

“I just changed my mind,” I stated simply. Which was the truth. I did change my mind. As for the reasoning behind that change… that was irrelevant.

“Yeah, obviously,” you snorted, “but why? Were you… jealous?”

Fucking fuck.

No, I was not jealous. Why would I possibly be jealous? Scientifically speaking, there are commonly three reasons for an individual to show signs of jealously.

One: insecurity. I am quite feasibly the least insecure person on these premises.

Two: obsessive-compulsive disorder and/or paranoia. Nope, don’t have either of those.

And three: a history of feeling jealous. Never in my twenty-three years on this earth have I ever been jealous of anyone or anything.

Ergo, I am not jealous, and she is delusional.

I let my head tilt back somewhat and scoffed before looking at her with a half-smirk. “Jealous?” I cocked a brow, “Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know,” she took a step towards me, “You tell me.”

“Believe me, sweetheart, there’s no reason for me to be jealous.”

“Then why the sudden change of heart?” she pressed, clearly wanting a proper explanation as to why I finally found it acceptable to me to train her. Sadly for her, she wouldn’t be getting one.

“Why not let me continue training with him?” she carried on, “I thought he was doing a pretty good job.”

Oh, well that’s fucking lovely. She had to go and say that. Now all I can see his fucking hand on her precious face. Honestly. I hope she scrubbed it after.

“I noticed,” I muttered, hardening my face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she frowned.

“You two seemed to hit it off really well,” I said, a hint of venom in my tone, “Or do you just let every guy touch your face like that?”

“Wha…” she shook her head in perplexity before recalling what I was referring to; then, she snarled at me, “You were spying on us?”

“I wasn’t spying,” I corrected, “I just happened to be near enough at the time to see it.”

“So you are jealous!” she scoffed incredulously, poking me in the chest with a small smile. “I knew it!”

Maybe.

“I am not, nor will I ever be, jealous of him,” I spat.

“You spied on us! I think that’s a pretty clear indication of jealously.”

“For the last time,” I growled through clenched teeth, pulling my face taut, “I wasn’t spying! The Director sent me off duty early and since I’m your bodyguard, I came to look for you. When I got here, I saw you… with him.”

“And got jealous.”

Yes.

I inhaled and exhaled shakily before lowering my gaze and advancing on her. She kept up her taunting resolve – clearly believing she was right – but still backtracked as I got closer to her.

“(Y/N), I am S.H.I.E.L.D’s best agent for a reason. I’m stronger, faster, smarter, and more superior than Corvey will ever be. Anything he can do, I can do a million times better. You thought he was a good trainer? I’m a great trainer. The things he would’ve taken months to teach you, you can learn from me in one week. I have no reason to be jealous of him. I am better than him. In every. Single. Way.”

I meant every single word that I said. Every single one. And she knew it, too. She knew that all of it was true, and she knew that no one causes me to feel jealously.

No one.

Except her.

Maybe.

Sometimes.

Fuck, I don’t know! I don’t know anything right now, other than the fact that her and I are merely a fraction on an inch apart and it’s becoming progressively harder to not kiss the fuck out of her.

The way she was looking at me wasn’t helping either, and I swear to god I was about to slip up but thankfully, she spoke before I could.

“In every single way, huh?” she chewed on her lip.

Stop that, before I kiss you.

“Can you prove that?” she challenged.

My eyes narrowed infinitesimally for a second and carefully, I lifted my hand before gently and slowly running the outside of my index finger down her cheek. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her cheeks heat up, which didn’t go unnoticed by me.

“See?” I smirked, “Hotter touch.”

She didn’t reply and I stepped away, not trusting myself. “Now that that’s settled. Let’s get back to work.”

She was so responsive, fuck.

I’m screwed.

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Thank you for reading x

[captainvictoryboat]

Behind The Scenes 3 (16/21)

Author’s note: This is not a for sure number of parts. I still haven’t finish writing Seoul but I think there is going to be 21 parts in total so far. (this might change later on) Also, the scenes are going to vary in length because I still need to buy myself some time to finish Seoul. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: Drama, Fluff? but like not fluff (Rap monster, V; Jungkook)

Word count: 3640

City: Singapore (Day 1) [This takes place on the same day as Manila day 4. In the same morning, they flew from Manila to Singapore]

Summary: Rap monster has alot on his plate while Jungkook and y/n try to get past the whole Lailani thing.

WARNINGS: physical abuse?... death... 

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

V POV

“Ahhhh she texted me again!” V huffed under his breathe.

“Who?” Jin asked as they followed the rest of the guys off the plane.

“Lailani. It’s just the same shit with her.” V kept his voice low for only Jin to hear.

“Like what?”

“Money.”

“Oh, you’re paying her? Ah, that explains a lot. It was smart you chose someone that knew a bit about us then.” Jin commented.

“Well, I didn’t exactly choose her.” V whispered.

Jin quickly looked back at V questionably.

V leaned in a bit more. “Namjoon basically “assigned” her to me. Told me exactly how to get a hold of her and everything.”

“The fuck?” Jin peeked over at Rap monster who was at the head of the BTS herd.

“I know! It’s weird!”

“Yeah. Did you at least get lucky with her?”

“No! The only action I got from her was when we were in the van to the hotel.”

“Sucks!”

“Not to mention awkward as fuck after!”

Their conversation was cut short as they came closer to the screams of the fans that waited to get a glimpse of them. Once again, V felt his phone vibrate with another text. Sure, she was getting beyond annoying at this point, but he reminded himself that money was the cleanest way to deal with things. At least his can go about the rest of his days guilt free knowing that Lailani wasn’t going to be dead because of him. Although, he still couldn’t get his head around the fact that Rap monster gave them a room together, it all seemed pointless.

It was in the safety of the new rental van that he finally pulled out his phone to send a quick text to Lailani. *We’ll talk at the hotel*

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“Are you almost done?” V asked through the restroom door of the hotel room.

He and Rap monster waited for Lailani to get the last of the goods off herself and make sure she had everything.

“Wait! I still need to put my clothes back on!” she said

“You have her money, right?” Rap monster double checked.

“Yeah, but I don’t get why I have to pay her. You practically set everything up.” He said in a hush but harsh tone.

“Hey, I had enough to deal with over Eunhee and Boonsri. I wanted to make sure this one went through!” Rap monster explained. “You were a big help though. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah yeah.” He grumbled. Although he was a bit peeved, he also felt a bit better about himself. Whenever Rap monster spoke to him on a one-to-one level like this, he couldn’t help but feel important.

Lailani finally stepped out of the bathroom. All the sacks of duct tape were piled on the counter. “There you go.” She said.

Rap monster walked in first, making sure that everything was still there. He grabbed two packs and handed them to him. “Here. Take these to Hoseok. Then go tell all the guys to get ready to go to the stadium cuz we are already running late. Where is the money for Lailani? I’ll give it to her.”

“It’s in the inner lining of my suitcase.” He whispered as he pulled the bottles of pills out of the duct tape casing.

RM POV

Rap monster packed the rest of the duct tape sacks in his bag and walked out into the room where Lailani stood waiting with her arms crossed.

“So my money?” She practically demanded.

He walked over to V’s suitcase and opened it. He neatly took everything out and pulled back the flimsy lining to find a layer of money packed under it. He didn’t bother to count it. He knew V was always good with money. He grabbed the suitcase and bumped the chunks of money on the bed. “There are your 10 g’s.”

“And the other 5 from you?”

“About that… How exactly did Jungkook and Y/n react again?”

Lailani rolled her eyes at him. “The whole time Jungkook wasn’t too interested and barely touched me. Y/n was shocked and ran out of the room. Then he pushed me off and ran after her.”

Rap monster nodded as he took in her words. “Either Jungkook and y/n are a real thing or they are really good with the whole act by now…” he thought.

“Why are you trying to break the up? You got a thing for y/n or what?”

“That’s none of your concern.” Rap monster said harshly. “You get the rest of the money after the concert.”  He said as he made his way to the door.

“You said I’d get it now! I told you I didn’t want to be here a night!” she fought.

“Change of plans. Don’t worry, your daughter is five, she is old enough to wait another day for you. Be patient or no money.” He threatened.

-

He closed his eyes to take in a few moments of sleep before the van arrived at the stadium. Sadly, he forgot his headphones, so he tried his best to tune out the loud voices coming from behind him. For now, he kept his phone off so there was one less distraction he had to deal with.

“Namjoon!” V called out.

“What?!?” He snapped. He didn’t care that he scared everyone in the van as he whipped his head around to scowl at V.

“Check your phone.” V peeped.

“Motherfucking… The one time I…” he murmured. He turned on his phone to see he had five missed calls and ten text messages all from Lailani. *Namjoon!* *I want my money!* *You said I’d get it when I landed* *you fucking lied* *Give me my shit or else* *I have pictures of your pills and shit* *I also have screenshots of the conversations between you, me and V* *Give me my money or I’ll send them off* *I’m not fucking around here!*

“This fucking bitch!” He roared.

“What happened?” Jin asked as he leaned forward be closer to Rap monster. Jin knew he was pissed and he was just trying to kiss ass so he wouldn’t explode on him.

Rap monster completely ignored Jin and quickly texted Lailani back. He knew if he called her, he was going to say some things that were going to make everything worse. *Give me 1 hour*

Ideas began to run through his mind. There were so many ways that he could take care of Lailani, but he just had to choose the right way to go about it. “What if she already sent them to someone? What if she told Tae about what I made her do on the side? Did he tell Jungkook? What if she isn’t at the hotel anymore? Will I make it back in time for the show?” he thought. Then it all came to him. “Hiro!”

Hiro jumped up in the driver’s seat at the shout of his name.

“When we get to the stadium, drop everyone off and take me back to the hotel. I gotta get back there as fast as possible.”

-

He knew he was short on time and it didn’t help that the ride back was longer than expected.

He marched up to the room. “Gotta do this quick.” He told himself as he banged on the door for her to open up.

The door opened slowly and Lailani presented herself with her bags slung over her should and her phone in hand all ready to head off. “Where’s my money?”

He could feel himself going into a rage at the sight of her. The thought of Lailani thinking she had out smarted him pissed him off in ways one couldn’t believe. His anger officially took over and he barged into the room. All he could see was red and he felt his hands clamp around her neck.

Lailani’s phone fell from her hand and she let her bag slip to the floor. Now that her hands were free, she tried to get his hand off her.

For Rap monster, it was funny to see her try to fight. She attempted to pry his hand off but it was no use. She tried to claw at his eyes, but his arms were too long and she couldn’t reach. She even tried to kick him, but that didn’t work either. He watched as she struggled to breathe. The only sound that came out of her mouth were meaningless gargles. All he did was tighten his grip with a rush of adrenaline.

Her arms were the first to go limp. Next came her legs. Before he knew it, his fun was over and she stopped breathing.

He let her life-less body crumble to the carpet and he went back to the door to grab her phone off the floor. As expected there was a password to put in. He went over to her still warm body and used her thumb to unlock the phone. He proceeded to look through all her pictures, messages, emails, and social media to find any trace of her sending anything about them to anyone. After a thorough search, he found nothing. “Fucking bitch wasted my time.”

He grabbed her bag off the floor and looked for the money V gave her. He also grabbed her key card.

He walked down the hall to his room. He threw her bag on his bed and pulled his suitcase out of the closet. The contents of large suitcase were thrown on his bed over the bag of money. Lastly, he pulled off the name tag of the suitcase. “Good thing I turned down the cleaning service.” He told himself.

He left his room, dragging the empty suitcase behind him and went over to Minho’s room.

The door didn’t even open all the way before he pushed his way inside. He slammed the door behind him. “I killed Lailani. You need to get rid of the body for me so I can make to back to the stadium in time.” He said.

Minho froze. “Huh? W-w-what?!? Wh-why me? I-I-I can’t!”

Rap monster ignored his protests. “Put her body in this suitcase. Casually walk out of the hotel. Take the body as far from here as you can. I don’t want there to be any connection to us.”

“B-b-but-“ He stammered, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead.

“Throw the suitcase in a dumpster or in a river or something. Make sure no one sees you.” He pulled out Lailani and V’s key card and placed it on the dresser.

“I can’t!” Minho cried. He was already a mess of nerves and panic.

Rap monster grabbed Minho by the shirt and pulled him close. “I don’t have the time to deal with your anxiety bullshit! You are going to do this or else!” he threatened.

-

Y/N POV (after the concert)

Since the morning in Manila, you had been giving Jungkook the silent treatment. It was the only way you could get some “space” from him considering the circumstances.

When it came to being out in public at the airport, you did your best to at least not seem mad at him. You still reciprocated fake affection like holding hands and small hugs but nothing more. Jungkook was the exact opposite and used every chance he could to make it up to you. He constantly gave you back hugs and forehead kisses, always whispering the tiniest “I’m sorry.”

With Lailani nowhere in sight, backstage during and after the concert was the only time you had away from Jungkook. He had spent most of his time talking with Jimin and V, but he was constantly taking glances over at you. You however had your mind racing with different concerns. You were still thinking about Lailani. You wanted to know of Rap monster’s outburst in the van had anything to do with her. “What was Namjoon doing that he got back so late?” you thought.

-

You and Jungkook made the awkward entrance into the simple hotel room that was so conveniently right next to Rap monster’s.

You stepped into the room first, slipping off your shoes and stripping off your sweater.

“So…” Jungkook said softly. “Do you want to take a shower first?” He stood by the restroom door as he waited for your response.

You didn’t answer him and continued to move about the room aimlessly trying to appear as though you were too busy to acknowledge him.

“…I’ll take that as a no… I’ll just take one first then.” His statement sounded more like a question. His attempts to get you to talk to him still weren’t working.

In the meantime, you got your things ready to wash up.

When Jungkook stepped out of the shower, you stepped in and locked the door behind you. You took your sweet time as you bathed, hoping the hot water would help you make a good decision.

As the day had gone by you had begun to narrow down your thoughts. First of all, when it came to Lailani, what Jungkook did didn’t break your heart, it hurt your sense of security. Second, things with Jungkook were so sudden. You two had barely dated for just almost a week and a half and so much drama had already gone down. You had to admit, you still didn’t exactly have the same feelings for him, but it’s not like you didn’t care about him. You honestly did like spending time with him since he was fun to be around. You knew you still weren’t putting your all into trying to make the relationship real. You never called him by a cute name or suggested to do things together. He was also the one that did that and you just went with it. To be completely honest, you didn’t hate dating Jungkook, it was just the whole Suga and Jimin stuff that held you back from really trying. You still had such intense feelings for Suga and you felt as though you were lying to Jungkook about how invested you were with him. But it was after all your moments with Jungkook that guilt about Jimin would set in.

While lost in thought you went into autopilot and you dried yourself, dressed into sleeping clothes and brushed your teeth.

You stepped out of the bathroom to find Jungkook sitting in the bed channel surfing. When he noticed you were staring at him, he looked over at you as if he was once again caught with Lailani or as if he caught breaking the law just by being on the bed. He froze in place as you walked forward and stood a few feet in front of him with your arms crossed. “You still don’t want me on the bed, do you? I get that.” He said softly as he was inching off.

“Wait!” You said in a rather rough tone. It was the first word you said to him in hours. You stared at him, debating what your next move should be. You were determined to do what you could to try and get away from all the drama that surrounded you. Even with something so sudden, maybe Jungkook was still the right way to get over it all. He was looking up at you with both confusion and anxiousness and you had to admit, he looked a bit cute. “… I was trying to save a mental picture of my handsome boyfriend watching TV.” you smiled shyly.

Jungkook still looked a bit confused. “So you’re… not upset with me anymore?” he asked cautiously.

“Not upset anymore.”

“And we are still together?”

You nodded. “Still together.”

Immediately, he jumped off the bed and scooped you in his arms. “Thank goodness!” He softly peppered your face with kisses. “Thank you!” “I’m still so sorry!” “I’m going to make it up to you!” He said between his sporadic pecks.

“You better!” you giggled.

He moved back to the edge of the bed, pulling you between his legs. He looked up at you with relief and the slightest hint of guilt. “I will, I promise!” He pulled you down and gave you a deep kiss and held you as close to his body as he could. “I’m going to make the anniversary date as amazing as possible! I’m going to treat you like a princess!” again he pulled you into another kiss. “In Malaysia, it’ll just be you and me and we won’t have to worry about anything else!” he beamed.

You rested your hands on his shoulders. “I don’t care what you have planned. As long as it gets my mind off all the bullshit, I’ll be happy.”

He grinned. “I’ll make sure to do that!”

“Jungkook… Just one more thing before I don’t want either of us to bring it up again.”

“What is it, baby?”

“Don’t you think it’s weird that Tae chose Lailani to smuggle the drugs or is that just me?” It took Jungkook a moment to think about it and you continued to explain your thought process to him. “It’s just that, you know, in all of the Philippines, he had to choose someone that you slept with… And he didn’t even tell you about her as a heads up or anything.”

“Well… Tae isn’t exactly a casanova like your “handsome boyfriend” and if you haven’t noticed it by now, he can be a bit… extra.” He chuckled. “But um… I don’t know… like yeah, I’m surprised he even found her cuz I don’t think Lailani was even her real name, but that’s beside the point. Maybe he just didn’t want to turn to a complete stranger. Considering the type of person Lailani was, she wouldn’t have been so freaked out by the whole smuggling thing. And maybe in the end, he just couldn’t find a right way to tell me…”

“…Yeah… Maybe…”

“Why? What were you thinking?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Jungkook could see you were hiding something. “Baby, don’t overthink this. It’s not good to do that. Tae wouldn’t do anything against us. We can trust him.” reassured you.

“Yeah, ok, you’re right. Let’s go to sleep, you must be exhausted!” you said planting a kiss on his forehead.

-

RM POV

Rap monster walked down the quiet hall and up to V’s room. He softly knocked on the door and waited patiently for V to open up.

“Namjoon? What’s up?” V asked.

“I just need to have a talk with you.” he said as he let himself in the room.

“What about?”

Being his usual self he got straight to the point. “Lailani. What did she text you that you knew to tell me to check my phone?” He was asking because when he was going thought her phone, she had deleted the conversations she had with the both of them and the screenshots she did have were only about the deals.

“All she told me was “tell namjoon to check his phone”.”

He looked at V suspiciously. He felt V knew more than what he was letting on. “Can I see the message from her?”

“Yeah, no problem.” V opened his phone and showed Rap monster the messages

V wasn’t lying, that is really what she told him.

“But why are you checking?” V asked.

“Well, she messaged me that she had something important to tell me, something about the tickets not going through and she wanted me to come here and fix them, but when I got here she was gone. I was wondering if she got help from you since you are the only one that knew she was being paid and was gonna go back to the Philippines.” He lied on the spot.

“That’s weird, but I don’t know as long as that thing with her is over and done with.”

“Yeah…” Rap monster was still suspicious. “So… how are Jungkook and Y/n doing? Do you think they have a thing for each other yet?          Has Jungkook told you anything about y/n or about you choosing Lailani for the deals?”

This is where he noticed V change a bit. “Um, no I haven’t really talked to Jungkook on a one to one basis since we got our own rooms. As far as I know, they are the same. He hasn’t mentioned Lailani to me either. I’m actually surprised about that. I thought he would have gotten after me for making things awkward for him.”

“Why would things be awkward?”

“Uhh, cuz he always gets awkward with girls he already slept with. And Lailani was his first after Yoona. That seems like it could be awkward to me! Plus, when we did meet Lailani, that was like over a year ago… Jungkook and y/n have been “together” 2 years… I’m surprised he’s not pissed at me over it.”

There was still something about V that was a bit different. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but he wasn’t gonna take any chances. “Huh? You’re right! He handled it well… too well.” He added under his breathe. V had to know something he didn’t, he just knew he had to be hiding something. “Well, I’m just gonna go now, that’s all I needed to know.”

“Alright! Night! Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” V chanted as he remained seated in the arm chair.

“Night!”

Once again in the empty hall way, he pulled out his phone and made a call to one of his guys back in Seoul. “Hey, how are things going on so far?”

“Thing are good boss, nothing to worry about.”

“Great… When you get a chance why don’t you keep an eye on Tae’s mom for me, but don’t do anything to her until I say so.”

Okay... so... I just realized that it has been 1 YEAR since I started writing Behind The Scenes!!!!!!!!! I can’t believe it. This things was only supposed to be 14 parts max and now... now it is this whole thing! Idk, I just felt like mentioning it because it hit me the other day that is all. Like omg a year, A WHOLE YEAR! For me I always hated writing and I don’t have an imagination, so for me to do something like this and for a whole year, it is almost like a milestone and stuff like that.