#hes like your mother is so crabby im going to stop trying at all i dont think i deserve to be treated like that

[ankhisms]

every day my father makes me feel violent

[ccatvalentine]

murder house | pilot

introduction

Season 1 - Murder House 

Episode 1 - Pilot

word count: 2,438

1978 

Far above , the branches twisted like distorted limbs reaching out. The forboding tree reaching out towards you. The open gates, showcasing a gnarled, old looking- house and a young girl standing  on the front lawn

CRASH! A sound crashes as someone throws a rock at the window of an abandoned house and shatters it. 

Bryan jokes “Hey, Troy. You're a dork.”

“Hey, shut up. Hey, freak.” Troy insults.

On Bryan’s way to the front door, Bryan blows some kisses at Addie who stares back at him, keeping a straight face.

“Excuse me. You are going to die in there.” the mysterious girl warns.

 “Shut your mouth, or we're gonna kick your ass!” Troy says,angry at the girl.

Bryan “We got bats.”

Troy moans “I hate trees!”

As they enter the house, Addie chants “You're gonna regret it. You're gonna regret it. You're gonna regret it.”

Troy “Yeah!”

Bryan “Yeah!”

The boys smash everything inside of the house with their bats.

 “Troy” Bryan says he looks at the door.

 “Awesome, go,” Troy forced.

“No, you go, shithead.” Bryan says, not wanting to go first.

The boys go down the stairs, not knowing the dangers that they are about to face.

 “Check it out." Troy pushed.

They find a room full of jars filled with human's and animal's parts. Troy picks up a jar containing an ear and drops it. As a result, it shatters onto the ground.

“It stinks in here. It stinks like shit. You remember last summer when we get the raccoon stuck in our chimney? That's what it smells like. Let's go find it.” Troy says, disgusted.

“No, it smells bad... I'm getting out of here.” Bryan says.

Troy goes further into the room, poping his crackers, while Bryan turns around, up the stairs. Suddenly, the popping stops. Bryan stops his ascension.

 "Troy? " Bryan questions.

(A bottle rolls across floor)

 "Troy? Who's down there? Cut it out, Troy. Cut it out." Bryan asks again, scared. 

 Bryan finds Troy on the ground, his throat slashed while Troy is reaching out to him, unable to utter anything. Suddenly, Bryan turns around and sees a terrifying creature called the infantata, running in their direction.

As a result, Bryan starts screaming bloody murder as Addy simply stars back at the house.

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18th July 2011

Ugh this is soooo boring, I don't know why my parents aren't divorced already, whatever, it's not like I care. 

 "Mommmm are we there yet?" I complain.

 " We'll be there soon honey. " mom says looking at me from the mirror thing.

Vivien : The light is different out here. It's softer.

Violet : It's called smog.

Ben : You should be excited, Vi. You can stop sneaking cigarettes and just start taking deep breaths.

Violet : I need to go to the bathroom.

Ben : We're almost there.

Violet : I need to go.

Ben : Vi, it's a freeway. Really, where do you want me to pull over? Maybe the Honda next to us has a bathroom or something.

Violet : Bet if the baby had  to piss , you'd find somewhere.

 "Hey! Don't call me a baby!" I pouted.

Vivien : Really? Violet, I hate that word, unless I'm saying it.

Ben : I'm really glad we named you Violet, instead of our second choice. Same with you Eve.

Violet : Which was?

Vivien : Sunshine.

"lol, cringe." Violet shoots me a ' wtf' look.

Ben : It's funny. Come on, you gotta admit it's funny.

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Currently, we’re at the front of our brand new house and dad is ringing the doorbell.

Ben : I love it. Don't you love it, hon? I mean, it looks even better than it did online.

Vivien : Yeah, it's interesting.

“How about you Evelyn?” Dad asks me.

“I think it’s cool and superrr creepy. :) it’s totally haunted!” I beam while Violet keeps on thinking, ‘why does my sister have to be so creepy?’

Violet : Great. So we're the Addams Family now.

Ben : Hey, crabby pants. Come here.

Vivien : What are you doing?

Ben : Isn't this place amazing?

Suddenly, I see an old looking lady open the door.

Marcy : Welcome. It's a classic L.A. Victorian. Built around 1920 by the doctor to the stars at the time. It's just fabulous. These are real Tiffany fixtures. As you can see, the previous owners really loved this place like a child. They restored everything.

‘Tiffany, in that super cool famous store I see big celebrities like Lady Gaga buy and wear???!’ I think, amazed.

Vivian: Gay?

Marcy : What do you think?

Ben : Tiffany. Wow.

Marcy : Do you cook?

Ben : Viv is a great cook. I got her cooking lessons a few years ago, and she ended up teaching the teacher a few things.

Marcy : Cooking lessons... romantic. Aren't you a psychologist?

Ben : Psychiatrist. You said something on the phone about there being a study that I could use as a home office? I'm planning on seeing patients here, so I can spend more time with the family.

‘That’s kinda cool I guess : I wont have to deal with seeing the patients every day. Privacy, at last.’ I smile, happy at the idea.

Marcy : How refreshing.

(Vivien puts her dog down, and it goes running outside the kitchen, yapping)

Vivien : Violet, honey, would you go see where Hayley we-nt? Oh, never mind. Eve, try not to trip sweetheart!

“Hey fluffy, what’s wrong?” her eyes widen (she just came up with this) “I know! It’s ghost... spooky. 😃” Whoever the ghost was, decided to prank her by tapping her on the head lightly. “ Aaahhhh!!!” she screamed while running into her mothers chest while her mother was confused. Nevertheless, she’s pulled her daughter into a hug. “Mom! This shits haunted, so cool!”

Violet was used to this, username to her sister being obsessed and fascinated with scary things. Violet signed and went up to the dog,” What are you yapping at?”

That was soooo epic! Finally, I get to feel a ghost!!😊😃😀 im watching as the loser attempts to open a random creepy door, oh she’s done it, finalllly. I see her go in a bit and peek inside while she goes down the stairs. it's dark and creepy but whatever cool I guess.

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I was walking back to the living room?? area. 

Vivien : This wallpaper is peeling over here. Looks like maybe there's a mural underneath it.

Marcy : The last owners probably covered it up. They were modernists. Speaking of the last owners, full disclosure requires that I tell you about what happened to them.

‘Wait?! something happenedddd???’

Vivien : Oh, God... they didn't die in here or anything, did they?

Marcy : Yes, actually, both of them. Murder-suicide. I sold them the house, too. They were just the sweetest couple. You never know, I guess.

‘omgggggg ghostsss!!!! i called it! 😉’

Ben : That explains why it's half the price of every other house in the neighborhood, I guess.

Marcy : I do have a very nice mid-century ranch, but it's in the Valley, and you're going to get a third of the house for twice the price.

Ben : Right.

Violet : Where did it happen?

Marcy : The basement. 

Violet : We'll take it.

‘:) operation find ghosts!’

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Ben: Come on, babe, let's go to bed. Leave that for the morning.

Vivien : I'm a little bit worried about Violet, you know, these kids here are very different. I don't know if she can handle another year of not fitting in. Same with Evelyn, her friends at her old school weren’t a great influence on her.

Ben : You mean... you can't?

Vivien : Can't believe this place doesn't freak you out a little bit. 'Cause of what happened here?

Ben : My repulsion is tempered by the fact that this house is worth four times what we paid for it, so let's not think about it.

Vivien : This is your professional advice, Doctor, just denial?

Ben : Come on, let me give you a little love. Moving here, buying this house was the exact right thing to do for us and our family. It's a good thing and we deserve some good after all the shit we've been through.

Vivien : I've got some stuff I want to... unpack down in the kitchen. I appreciate that you're trying. I'm trying, too.

Ben : Okay.

Vivien : It's just gonna take some time.

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Currently, I’m at the campus of my new middle school. I see a group of bitchy-looking girls out front.

Maria : Hey! Student council passed a rule against blowing bubblegum.

Katy : yeah, you could choke on it.

‘tf okay karen.’

“I'm new, I didn't know, sorry.” i roll my eyes.

Maria : What the hell is wrong with you? People sit here, they eat here.

“You don't know me. Why are you doing this?”

Katy : Maria's grandmother died from choking on gum, she takes this pretty seriously.

Maria : Eat it... eat it or I'm gonna kick the shit out of you.

“No. What?”

Cathy : Come on, , that's enough.

Maria : No, no, no, I want to see her eat it.

“No. No.”

Maria : Eat it, eat it.

Katy : Maria, seriously, she's like 10.

Maria tries to force me to eat the gum, but I take the gum out of my mouth and place it on Maria’s head. Maria screams.

Maria : You are dead! You are dead!

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Currently, I’m peaking, leaning around the corner of my sister’s door.

Tate : This one I did after my dad left. I was ten, I think.

‘Who’s this?’

Violet : Last week, first day at my new school... sucks.

‘Ouch, that looks like it hurts.’

Tate : Westfield, right? The worst. I got thrown out of there.

Violet : I hate it here. I hate everyone. All there bourgeoisy designer bullshit. East Coast was much cooler. I mean, at least we had weather.

Tate : I love it when the leaves change.

Violet : Yeah, me, too.

Tate : Why did you move here?

Violet : My dad had an affair. My mom literally caught him in the act.

‘Yeah, why don’t they divorce then????!!‘ I acidentally slipped as i had been leaning into the door to much. oof

Violet: what are you doing here? wait, were u listening in on our conversation?!

“err, maybe?”

Tate: Who’s this?

“I’m Evelyn, Violet’s better sister, epic ghost hunter😼😎“

Tate smiles lightly, violet says, “whatever, come here.” she puts me on her lap while they carry on their conversatio 

Tate : That's horrible. If you love someone, you should never hurt them... never.

Violet : Right? I know. And the worst part is that six months earlier, my mom had, like, this brutal miscarriage. The baby was seven months old, and we had to have this macabre funeral. Have you ever seen a baby coffin?

Tate sits near Violet and gently touches her wrist.

Tate : I'm sorry.

Violet : Why are you seeing my dad?

Tate : Don't ask questions you already know the answer to. You're smarter than that.

Violet : Want to listen to Morrissey? He's cool and he's pissy and he hates everyone and everything.

Tate : Got any Kurt Cobain on that thing?

Ben : What are you doing in here?

I turn my head around and see dad by the door

Violet : Just listening to music, Dad.

Ben : You need to leave, Tate. I'm sorry. He shouldn't be in here, and I think you know that... please.

Tate : What's that thing you think I'm afraid of? Fear of rejection?

Ben : Stay away from him.

Violet : Dad, nothing...

Ben : You heard me!

Tate : No! Bullet, bullet, bullet!

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im in the kitchen with mom eating some sweets and i see a women and a girl.

Vivien : I want you to stay out of my house.  Do you understand?

Constance : Can I smoke in here?

Vivien : No. Adelaide, answer me, please.

Addie : Can I pet your dog?

Vivien : No, Adelaide, I want you to stay out of the house. I want you to stop coming in and opening things up and telling me that I'm going to die.

Ben : She said that?

Constance : She says that to everybody. Say you're sorry, Addie.

Addie : No, they did it.

Vivien : Who did it?

Addie : The twins.

Constance : Shh.

Addie : Can I... pet your dog?

Vivien : No, Adelaide, listen to me. I want you to stop coming in here without permission. Am I clear?’

I wisper to mom, ‘why does she always come in the house, i can hear her a lot.’ mom just shrugs

Ben : Vivien.

Vivien : Am I clear?

Addie : Yes.

Vivien : Thank you.

Constance : Time to go, Addie.

Ben : Hallie!

Vivien : Are you okay?

Addie : She shouldn't have done that.

Constance : Sorry about all this. You touch my kid one more time and I will break your goddamn arm.

‘awkward, now thats a TRUE karen’

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im at school and this bitch is trying to fucking fight me

Violet : I'm not scared of you!

Maria : Should be!

Kids : Fight, fight, fight!

i spit 

Maria: little bitch!

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Vivien : Hey. Whoa. Come here. What happened to your face?

“Fell down.”

Vivien : Come here. Sit, sit, sit. Boy or girl?

“Girls. Three of em.””

Vivien : Hope they look worse than you do. You know their names?

“I'm not narking.”

Vivien : You know, we can easily move you to a different school. There are a lot of really good private schools right in this neighborhood.

“I'm not running away. I'm not scared of them. Not afraid of anything.”

Vivien : It's like that time in kindergarten, when you insisted that I bring you home from the slumber party 'cause all the other girls were sleeping without the nightlight on. I know you've gotten the short end of the stick, lately. This move, and...your dad and I haven't exactly been great to be around.

 “Why don't you guys get divorced, if you're so miserable?”

Vivien : We still love each other.

“ You could've fooled me. I thought you hated each other. Well, at least you hated him. I don't blame you. He was a shithead. Sorry.”

Vivien : It's okay. He was a shithead. You know, we got a lot of history. Your dad's been through a lot, I've been through a lot. Guess we need each other. What are you scared of?

“You said I'm not scared of anything, so... what scares you?”

Vivien : Lately? Everything. Life will do that to you.

[hwarangbangbang]

yugyeom » finally

i got the idea of doing this from reading a bed sharing AU i found on tumblr, you can find it here. i take no credit for these prompts or the gifs i use, however i do take credit for writing these stories.

mark | jaebum | jinyoung | jackson | youngjae | bambam | yugyeom title - Finally prompt - “i have constant nightmares and i've always had someone to cuddle with. now, i realize we're not on that level but you're the only one here and i'm really scared to go to sleep.” pairing - kim yugyeom/fem!reader tags - drinking, nightmares, cuddling, im honestly a sucker for soft yugyeom, I can barely write it but I love it, even though he's older than me I like to believe I have a noona kink with him, ok seriously tho, barely anY NAUGHTY TIME ENSUES, kisses, friends to lovers? More like enemies to lovers type-deal word count - 2,790 words author's note - enjoy i fucked up my eyes writing this at 2 AM you're weLCOME IT'S DONE YAAAAY!

You and BamBam went way back. Way back to your trainee days when you were both still learning Korean and you hadn't been assigned to a debuting group yet. While you didn't speak Thai, you both clicked instantly. However, out of all the GOT7 members that you'd intermingled with, you managed to get along with everyone except the group's maknae. You didn't know what it was about him that irked you so much – to the point where it made you not even want to hang out with the rest of the members.

It ruined almost every single visit you took to the dorms. On the rare occasion that Yugyeom was at practice or in the studios, you would enjoy your stay, but other than that it was a pretty short visit whenever Yugyeom was home. The members would scold him, but him being the defiant maknae he is, it'd do little to stop him from glaring at you from across the room or 'accidentally' putting his foot in your way as you were walking throughout the dorm.

And to make it worse, he saw you naked.

Yep. I didn't stutter. He had seen you naked.

You were sleeping over during a break with both of your debuting groups, just a harmless slumber party with a bunch of seven year old's in the bodies of grown men. You were in BamBam's room, which he conveniently shared with Yugyeom and you were under the impression that Yugyeom wouldn't be home for another few hours since he was held up in practice perfecting his Hit The Stage performance.Oh, how wrong you were.You were in the middle of taking a shower, the door was shut and locked because I mean, you were a smart girl – your mother taught you to always lock the door and you were in a house of six grown men, why else wouldn't you? BamBam failed to tell you that the bathroom lock was faulty at times, and sometimes didn't lock all the way ever since Jaebum had to break it down after the boys accidentally locked themselves out. (Small lesson in Korean society. A lot of the bathrooms don't have tubs or showers – in Korea, most of the time, your shower is your bathroom. There's a shower-head and a drained in floor. That was it.)

You had soap in your hair, and you were getting ready to rinse off and get out, when the door handle jingled. You were concerned for a minute before you remembered you'd locked the door. And then with another jingle to the door, it opened and there was Yugyeom – drenched from his practice, staring at you with his mouth wide open.

Buckle up your seat-belts kids, because what happened next was a wild ride from start to finish.

You, being the normal human being you were, were startled and tripped back under the spray, clasping your hands over yourself to cover the important areas, you got soap in your eyes, in your mouth and up your nose, and fell backwards, earning a pretty good sized goose egg on the back of your head.

All while he just watched in complete shock.

And that was the last time you visited the dorms. That was three months ago.

Now, here you were in front of the dorm's front door, shaking in your boots as you looked down at the text messages on your phone from BamBam.

You need to come to the dorms, (Y/N).

We miss you, a lot.Yugyeom too.

(Y/N), answer me, please...

After the copious amounts of texts from him, you'd replied with a snappy comeback.

I honestly doubt that Yugyeom misses me at all. From what it looks like he's happier without me around. Try having your most private parts shown to the guy who hates you the most. It's not something you want to come back to.

It was beyond embarrassing what had happened. You couldn't even face him at the office let alone in his own house.

Yet here you were.

Come over. Now. We're straightening all this out tonight.

That was the last message you received from him. And it didn't sound like a request.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you rang the doorbell. Not less than five seconds later did you get a response, the sound of the door unlocking before Jinyoung was revealed on the other side. Honestly, he'd changed in the last three months. Grown bigger in his muscles and his shoulders were broader than when you last saw him. The time had done him well.

Jinyoung's eyes widened, looking down at you before ushering you in quickly with a loud, “(Y/N) is here!”

You heard several curses in Korean, followed by a stampede of footsteps before you were graced with six out of the seven members in the group known as GOT7. Yugyeom, as usual, was nowhere to be found. Everyone started talking to you at once, asking how you were, where you'd been, how your group was doing and why they hadn't seen you at the office. They were all quieted down by Jackson, who pulled you into a hug, followed by BamBam and Mark, then Youngjae, then Jinyoung and Jaebum just simply grasped your shoulder in a friendly-affectionate manner. When you all broke apart, BamBam spoke.

“Listen, (Y/N),” he began, grasping you by the shoulders. “We all miss you. Even Yugyeom. He's busy with PD-nim at the studio, but he wants to be here. Just, stay the night. Please?” he said, and you sighed. Same old excuse. But you knew how hectic an idol's schedule could be. Even now, looking at all of the members and seeing how they'd changed, you figured it'd be for the best if you left all that shit in the past.

“We have movies, Soju, and take-out is on the way.” Youngjae interjected and you once again, sighed. “Okay, alright, I'll sta-” You were cut off by Jackson roaring in success, jumping around like a big dork, all excited. And then the others joined. You were just happy you'd already showered before you came.

And thus the get together began. You set down your stuff and ran the first film. It was an American film called IT, and it thankfully came with Korean subtitles so the boys could enjoy it as well. It was about a killer clown named Pennywise who lured children to his lair so he could eat them.

Knowing how easily you got nightmares, this wasn't going to be too fun. But the boys seemed to enjoy it so far, so you decided to put your childish fears of clowns aside and enjoy your time spent with them.

You were wedged between Mark and BamBam, your two closest friends out of the group – Youngjae was perched on one side of the love seat, while Jackson was laying down with his head in Youngjae's lap. Your head was on Mark's shoulder while your legs were curled up to your chest. Jinyoung and Jaebum were seated on recliners, all of us watching in suspense when the door flew open.

And you screamed very loud. Louder than any ahgases that they were used to at concerts, burying your face into BamBam's shoulder while gripping his shirt tightly in your hands. And you had every right to be scared – not because it was Pennywise the Clown coming to eat you and steal your soul, but because it was none other than Kim Yugyeom standing before you in the dim light of the television that your eyes focused on after pulling your head from BamBam's shoulder.

He looked tired. He looked like he hadn't slept in god knows how long – with his hair mussed in his face and the bags under his eyes. It didn't look like the Yugyeom you knew, always snapping and crabby with a quick wit. He was the disrespectful maknae that you knew hated your guts with every fiber of his being.

And his eyes were focused on you.

“I didn't know (Y/N) was going to be here.”

Your eyes shifted from him to BamBam, who gave you a sheepish smile and you rolled your eyes.  The room was visibly tense, you could tell even Youngjae, who was always the coolest of cucumbers – despite how much he hated them – was on edge. “I guess that makes two of us.” You mumbled quietly, looking down to your hands that were clasped tightly in your lap. “It's fine, I'll go-”

That had a chorus of negations and pleads go around the room, while Yugyeom was silent. After a while, he spoke. “Don't let me stop you from having a good time with my members. I'm going to bed.” He said it with venom in his words, practically spitting them at you before he marched off to his and BamBam's shared room, shutting the door.

You looked down at them, a small scoff leaving your lips. “Listen, he does miss you, (Y/N), he just has a lot going on right now...” Jinyoung stated and you sighed, leaning back in your seat. “Let's just finish the movie, please, I'm tired.”

No one seemed to refuse your request.

Halfway through, the takeout arrived and the smell of pizza hit your nose. You, deciding to be civil, grabbed a few slices and put it on a plate, walking to Yugyeom's door and knocking quietly.

After a few times, he answered.

And it wasn't how you expected.

His hair was disheveled, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and you'd be lying if you said your eyes didn't linger. You were a little bit younger than Yugyeom, but that didn't mean you hadn't had thoughts. Sure, he hated you, but he was attractive and you couldn't deny that. Gulping a bit, you presented the plate to him.

“T-The boys ordered pizza, I was wondering if you were hungry since you just went straight to bed-”

Yugyeom gently took the plate, “thank you,” was all he said before the door was shut in your face again.

Well, kudos to you for trying.

At least he said thank you.

You guys watched a few more movies, the Soju was drank by literally everyone but you – and honestly you could use it right about now. The members said their good-nights and went off to their rooms, all with either giving you a hug or a pat on the shoulder or a kiss on the head in departure.

And then you were alone in the dark living room after just watching four scary movies in a row. You shut your eyes tight, curling up on the couch under the blanket you were given and tried to sleep. And you did drift off only to flinch yourself awake a few hours later in a cold sweat, shaking with memories of seeing all the villains in their gory horror coming after you.

You got up from where you were on the couch, eyes shut tight still feeling along the wall until you got to the first door on the right – the only person who you knew you could go to right now, BamBam. He knew about your chronic nightmares and how scary movies affected you. However, BamBam wasn't the one who answered the door.

It was his roommate, Yugyeom.

“(Y/N), do you have any idea how late it is?” He growled tiredly, and you knew you'd just awoken the sleeping dragon. You immediately apologized, profusely over and over. Your voice was as shaky as you felt. “I-I'm s-sorry Yugyeom-ssi.. I-I had a n-nightm-mare and I thought B-BamBam was awake-” With an annoyed sigh, you were pulled into the equally dark room and the door was shut behind you. “BamBam's knocked out; he drank too much.” Yugyeom said, and you furrowed your brows as he laid down on his bed, scooting as far as he could to the wall leaving a whole lot of room.

Looking over your shoulder, it was true that BamBam was knocked out as you squinted through the darkness at him.

Dammit.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Lay down.”

He wanted you to lay in his bed with him?

Shyly, you crawled into the bed and got under the covers beside him. It felt tense, but not as much as you had earlier. Something had changed. But you couldn't pinpoint it. You felt the bed shift, and Yugyeom turned around to face you.

“(Y/N)... can I ask you something?”

Well, that was a change from the moody behavior you'd gotten from him the minute you'd met.

You rolled over on your side to face him.

“What is it?”

You heard a small sigh leave his lips before he responded. “Do you hate me because of that day..? The day I saw you, um, nak-”

You had to stop him there before your cheeks melted off from how hot they were.

“I-I'm not mad at you, Yugyeom-ssi-” This time it was him who cut you off.

“Stop with the formalities, (Y/N).”

You went quiet. The last thing you'd expected to happen tonight was have a late night heart to heart with Yugyeom. But lo' and behold, here you were. Another thing you didn't expect was for Yugyeom to grip you around your waist and pull you close to him in a hug.

Yugyeom did hugs?

You weren't aware of this, not in the slightest.

You.

Did not get the memo.

But here you were, pressed up against his bare chest as he held you.

“(Y/N)...” He breathed, and you tensed even more against him. “(Y/N), the only reason  I've been so mean to you is because I've been fighting my feelings for you... for a long time-” Your breath hitched. He felt feelings for you other than hatred?

“I don't do girls... I've been in the industry since I was a kid I never got to experiment with girls.. And now that I found one I'd liked, I felt like it was wrong. I wanted you to go away so I wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of rejection but every time I was rude or mean or hurt you it hurt so much. Eventually I had to face facts.. I'm sorry, (Y/N)-ah..”

You were sure you'd pass out from shock or something, when it hit you.

You had feelings for him too.

It hit you like a damn truck.

“I understand if you don't feel the same- I-” his grip began to loosen when you gripped onto his wrist, stopping him from pulling away. “Wait, Yugyeom, I..” You could feel it on your tongue, you wanted to, but you were scared. What if he felt like he just wanted to be friends and he hadn't meant romantic feelings? That'd surely crush you. “Yugyeom... I-I feel the same..” You whispered, searching in the dark for his charcoal black eyes, which was instant.

“You do?” He asked, and you could hear the hope in his voice, his grip then tightened and you slowly nodded, biting your lip as he leaned forward to press his forehead to yours. “Yes, I do..” You confessed and a small sigh left his lips in relief. “Thank god-” he cupped your cheeks, kissing you deeply once, twice, three times, over and over.

And you weren't complaining. You entangled your fingers in his hair, rolling over as he pulled you on top of him, but he wasn't advancing to any further activities than just kissing. He ran his hands up and down your sides where your shirt had ridden up, a hand coming up to softly caress your cheek after you'd pulled away, just staring at each other through the dark.

Small laughs left the two of your lips before a voice had cut through the dark, snapping the moment in half like a set of wooden chopsticks. It was BamBam.

“Finally.”

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Excerpt Reveal: Mr. Moneybags by Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward

MISTER MONEYBAGS

 (A standalone novel)

Release date 4/10/2017

A Contemporary Romance Novel

New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Authors

Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward

I met Bianca in an elevator. 

She was on her way to interview me when we got stuck.

The beautiful, raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was dressed.

She had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she’d dubbed “Mister Moneybags”—her afternoon appointment.

Bianca told me how much she hated Dex’s type—snobby, over educated, silver- spooned men who didn't appreciate the simple things in life.

So, after the elevator finally started moving again, I cancelled the interview and let her believe I was someone I wasn’t—a bike messenger named Jay. I loved the way she looked at the fake me and didn't want it to end.

I began dating her as “Jay”—all the while letting her interview the real me over email.

I didn’t expect that our chemistry online would be just as hot.

I didn’t expect the mess I’d gotten myself into.

I didn’t expect that Jay and Dex would fall in love with her. 

And she was falling for two men.

Only, both men were me.

And when she found out, we were both going to lose her.

Nothing could have prepared me for that day. And I certainly wasn't prepared for what came after.

All good things must come to an end, right? Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.

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MEET BIANCA

I sighed audibly.  Are we even moving?  It was seriously the slowest elevator I’d ever taken.  Frustrated, and maybe a bit anxious to get the interview over with, I took another shot at the elevator panel.  Again, pressing the button repeatedly, I groaned, “Come on.  I’m already freakin’ late.”

I breathed a sigh of relief when the car seemed to finally pick up speed.  But then, it jolted to an abrupt stop, and the elevator went pitch black.

 “Well now you’ve gone and broken the damn thing,” a deep voice said from behind me.  Startled, I jumped and bobbled my cell phone in the dark, which resulted in it falling.  From the sound of it smashing against the floor, I knew it had broken. 

“Shit!  Look what you made me do.” I bent over and patted the floor, but I couldn’t find it.  “Can you at least give me some light so I can find my phone?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Thank you,” I huffed.

“If I had a cell phone on me.”

“Are you kidding?  You don’t have a cell phone on you?  Who walks around without their cell phone?”

“Maybe you should try it. If you weren’t so obsessed with yours, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

I stood, and my hands went to my hips. “How so?”

“Well, you were so busy typing away on your phone, you didn’t even notice another passenger was in the car with you.”

“And?”

“Had you seen me, you wouldn’t have jumped hearing my voice and broken your phone.  Then we would have had light, and you would be able to see that elevator panel well enough to push that button another twenty or thirty times. I’m sure that would’ve helped.”

I felt the man moving around behind me. 

“What are you doing?”

When he answered, his voice came from a different place.  It was to my left and beneath me.  “I’m on the floor looking for your cell phone.”

It really was pitch dark.  I couldn’t see a thing, but I felt the air move, and I knew he must have stood back up. 

“Put your hand out.”

“You’re going to put my phone in it, right?” 

“No, I’ve taken down my pants and I’m going to stick my dick in it.  Christ, you’re really a bitch, aren’t you?”

Thinking he couldn’t see me, I smiled at his sarcasm and put out my hand.  “Just give me my phone.”

MEET DEX

Wow. My little ball player was quite the fox.

I’d only seen her from the back before the lights went out. Now, I was staring into her beautiful, big brown eyes, feeling like this elevator mishap wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

She cleared her throat. “The lights came back, but we’re still stuck.”

I clicked on some of the buttons. “Seems that way. But this is a step in the right direction. I bet this thing will be moving in no time.”

And by this thing moving, I do not mean my dick, although I could have sworn I felt it twitch when she just licked her beautiful full lips.

Do that again.

Fuck.

She is beautiful.

My eyes travelled down the length of her body then back up again, loving how the small buttons on her conservative blouse formed a path up to her delicate neck. I wouldn’t have minded sucking on that skin.

Maybe I could entice her to play hooky with me.

“Where are you headed once we get out of here?” I asked.

“The thirty-fourth floor,” she said.

What?

What is she doing going up to my floor?

I know she doesn’t work for me. I would have remembered that face, those eyes.

“What kind of business you have going on up there?”

“I actually have the pleasure of interviewing Mister Moneybags himself.”

My stomach sank.

Ohhhh.

This didn’t bode well for me.

I swallowed then cocked my head to the side and played dumb. “Who?”

“The elusive Dexter Truitt. He’s the CEO of Montague Enterprises. They occupy the entire top floor.”

Trying to seem like I was not seriously about to lose my shit, I asked, “Why do you call him Mister Moneybags?”

“I just picture him to be this crabby, money-hungry asshole, I guess. Sounds like a fitting name. Of course, I don’t actually know him.”

“Why do you think that way about him, then?”

“I have my reasons.”

Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in fourteen languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list fifteen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island.

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