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“FAMILY TIES” Kim Taehyung (M) Mafia AU PART 3

AU SUMMARY : A powerful alliance made up of 4 families spanning over a decade, is suddenly turned on its head when one family has a new leader after an unexpected death. Well, let's just say he's not down to follow the somewhat civilized rules your families have inforced. Sooo now, it's game on…

SMUT/ LIGHT ANGST

Warnings- Language/mentions of violence...but this is a Mafia AU and Tae is Boston raised so it should be expected. Dirty talk/ teasing/edging/light cum play/slight overstimulation/ ice play/inappropriate use of a champagne bottle/ LIGHT very light daddy kink...it's dialog heavy but it always will be. This is a (M) series not just smut soo...there is an actual storyline with sex mixed in because well that's apart of life. But a good 4k-5k of this is smut/teasing

Jimin, Namjoon, Yoongi , Hoseok Jungkook and Jin all make appearances in this

16k….

*You can read this as a stand alone and not be completely lost..but there will be things referenced from the previous parts

Chapters 4 and on will pretty much be balls to the wall which is why the first 3.5 had soo much backstory. There will still be more to unfold but by now there's a clear understanding/dynamic.

The circle of men flooded into a pool of bodies...and it became harder and harder to hear, the wind started to pick up causing everyone's voices to sound like they were blowing through an industrial fan. The gloomy overcast that danced over the pier seemed to be foreshadowing the mood for the day as the comradery in front of you only seemed to intensify. More than anything you just wanted to be over there, well aware of the effect you had on him, able to ease his rage in a way that only one other could..and that was his mother. Buttt...to be honest even though it was killing you not knowing what was going on first hand, It really wasn't your place. I mean hell even Bunny was standing next to you and Hoseok and herself are actually a couple. They were grown ass men handling their business, as they please. If anything the two of you being over there would have just been a distraction, because then, naturally, their main concern would shift from the situation at hand..to making sure the two of you remained untouched. Still, you couldn't help but feel nauseated as you wondered what the fuck was going on. What makes this whole thing even crazier is not even an hour ago, he had in enraged to the point of tears, now he had your heart in your ass while you prayed he was okay!

"Relax you already know his pretty ass can fight!" the deep slightly raspy voice, accompanied by a gravely chuckle hit the back of your neck, and you already knew who it was before you even turned around. A slight smile moving up your face once he said that because well, he was right actually that's probably why he was such a good fighter. When you guys were younger boys use to think Tae was an easy target because he was a pretty boy in a Burberry sweater vest, but as we all know..pretty boys don't want their faces to get fucked up. So as a result, his reflexes became second to none, quick on his feet, in and out before you even knew what was happening. Simply nodding as a notion of agreeance, he was right..and you needed to chill. Stepping behind him, to plop your chin on his shoulder..almost as if you were releasing all of your stress once your body slouches into his frame. You were already taller than him naturally and these heels only made it worse. Yoongi couldn't help but snort out a laugh at how ass backwards this all was, but let's be real he'd probably have to stand on his tippy toes to even reach your shoulder. The two of you have known each other since high school, somehow he always found himself caught in the middle of your never-ending dysfunction.

So considering the fact that your heart was sitting in your ass at the moment you found his presence calming to say the least. Running his fingers through his ice blonde locks, lacing his lips around the tip of his dab pen, as Bunny also found her place..lacing her arm around yours..damn near feeling like her entire body was trembling once she made contact. You could literally cut the tension in the air with a plastic spoon...to be honest, the feeling was almost suffocating. Especially considering the bits and pieces of dialog that kept bouncing in and out of the cloud of men in front of you.

“I didn't come here for this-”

“I mean honestly, nobody told you to come at all so now that you're here..you get what you fucking get!”

“Excuse me!? Kid lower your fucking tone with me! I don't know who the fuck you think your talking too. As you sit here with 10 guards around you thinking your tough! But I-”

"Ya know, I find it funny how you keep bringing up my men as if you didn't intrude on my space. As if they wouldn't be here with me regardless. Yet you're the one backing closer and closer to my men...I haven't moved once...I don't need them to handle my shit for me, if you wanna step to me...step to me...!"

At this point, it was damn near impossible to differentiate between voices, almost sounding as if there were multiple altercations happening all at once, or either they were just all talking over one another. Which was more than likely the case, you noticed one of the sheriffs get out of his car and walk into the crowd, which wasn't too promising. Clearly Bunny had the same gut feeling as you..as she gripped you even tighter, while you lowered your face on Yoongi's shoulder pushing your nose into his leather jacket. Peering up with heavy lids..almost as if you thought if you looked at the salutation from a different angle it would get better or something.

The officers that were on site, were there for a reason, fully aware of what your families did and as long as you kept it somewhat lowkey they'd try to turn a blind eye. But there were limitations to that…and clearly this was one of them, and two be fair, you could see why. A big ass brothel breaking out at the pier, drawing unnecessary attention to the fact the some of the richest people in the state..all happened to be in the same place..at the same time. That appears to be wheres where their limits to “Turning a blind eye” ended. There have always been speculations..and rumors in regards to your family's..financial stature. The new “Boston Brahmins” as the tabloids like to say,and yes, the business you owned and the investments you had could easily support the lifestyle you lived. But there was always just something about your "circle" that seemed..a little ..out of the ordinary.

Not even realizing you were also squeezing Yoongi's hand to the point of damn near cutting off his circulation, OR that you even grabbed it to begin with ... until your own almost went numb. Yet, he didn't complain, the two of them were close..really close, more than likely Yoongi already knew everything...which is part of why he came to comfort you, to begin with."Whose all over there? As far as our guys are concerned..ya know besides Tae?" Leaning up almost whispering in your ear from how loud everything was.

"Ughh, Tae, Jimin and Hoseok…"

A dramatic scoff left his lips as he nudged back into your shoulder "Really? Come on doll, they're more than fine over there, fuckin chill,our boys are good!" Again, he was right, the three of them together packed a lotta heat, just as you were starting to relax..hell you were actually a second away from laughing until...

"Hey, boys keep it clean...KEEP IT CLEAN!" The sound of Sheriff Morales voice shot straight through you to the point of almost leaving you breathless, instantly pulling away from Yoongi..walking closer to the circle..not even caring to see if they followed. You couldn't help but notice Namjoon shoot out from your peripheral..he'd never let too far away from him, especially in a situation like this.

"HEY BREAK IT UP! BREAK IT THE FUCK UP! Boys don't make me pull out my taser., and bagg you!-I'm trying to do this as-Fuck, Hanley I need backup...NOW!" Suddenly everything got 10 times louder. Two more cops ambushed the circle..trying to calm whatever storm was brewing within the barricade the men had created. "

Ahh...stay where I can see you princess" Almost feeling like a child who ran too far away from there parent in the damn grocery store as you suddenly felt Namjoon pull you in the opposite direction. Clearly you were getting too close for comfort,

As much as you didn't want to admit it..this feeling is exactly why Taehyung is so guarded..the mental rollercoaster of worrying about somebody in this lifestyle is fucking exhausting. "I SAID FUCKING STOP!" A sound almost comparable to a growl ripped through the air and finally, the circle started pulling apart ..literally, the sheriff's department prying them away from each other. Making Marco and his men leave, as Tae pushed his way through Mazda, determined to get his hands back on whoever he was dealing with before the cops broke it up. Mazda was Tae's right-hand soldier so he knew better, yes it was his job to protect him but once Taehyung got to this point it was just better to just let him handle the situation as he pleases. Staying close enough behind to step in if need be.

"So that's the way you wanna fuckin play huh!!?" The grit in Taehyung's voice was terrifying you don't think you'd ever heard it that dark, or his accent that thick. If you weren't looking directly at him you wouldn't have even fathomed it was him. As he continued walking towards Marcos and his men, neither Hoseok or Jimin tried to stop him, both appeared to be painting relatively hard, as they followed close behind.The anger engraved in their eyes was lethal even from where you were standing.

They weren't just a little upset over a little scrap they were blowing fumes, suddenly you watched Mr. Kim walkover in Taehyung's direction..no guards..just him, pulling Taehyung back with him one-handed. One hand rested coily in the pocket of his light gray dress pants, blacked out aviators resting low on the brim of his nose. Not needing much force, when it came to getting what he wanted, he already knew no matter how angry he was out of respect Tae wouldn't cause a scene. He'd do whatever his father instructed.

"Yeah will see how this plays out next time, come down to The Dot , without your security line if you wanna play like a big boy!!" Your eyes tried to follow the sound because you didn't recognize the voice, but to be fair...it seemed like Marcos men were the problem!

"Zeb, rilassati amico!" The snarl came from Marco, you weren't Italian but after a while some things became almost second nature. He said something along the lines of "Calm, your ass down" and he complied. Zeb appeared to be older than Maroc, his Southie accent was extremely potent and no disrespect but he looked like he lived a hard ass life which, which made you wonder how the pair even met to begin with. Something else that sparked your interest was how quickly Taehyung's ears perked up the minute Marco spoke..it was almost like watching a puppy..jump from there seat upon hearing a sound they needed to investigate. Clearly, there was something about Marco's new "Carpo" That had Taehyung intrigued, to say the least…making his way to lean against the blacked out Escalade you two arrived in. Staying close enough to be able to hear and see what was happening but far enough away where he wouldn't be tempted to wrangle someone's neck.Making your way over to him immediately once you realized he was alone...it was just..protocol, at the end of the day personal shit aside this was a business. Rule number 1, you never emotions cloud your judgment, be there done that and it didin;t end well. You'd go check on him if circumstances were different, in a heartbeat, so you had to now. Back in the day that was your mom's job, making sure everyone was okay , I guess you could say once she died you just took it upon yourself to do the same.

Taehyung tried to turn away as you swayed towards him which let you know he was hiding something, gripping the side of his face making him look at you. Jaw tight yet he still avoided direct eye contact. Letting them flutter up to the sky, there was a gnarly ass bruise on the side of his jaw. Accompanied by a slight gouge right beneath his ear which was hiding beneath his hair "Luxxy I'm fin-" Cutting him off with a snarl..face reflecting how fucking annoyed you were because the wound reflected foul play.

"What the fuck did he try and hit you with..brass fuckin knuckles!?" Brows furrowed as you huffed out"That fuckin bitch," whispering out to yourself in disbelief as you marveled at the gash.

Stroking his jaw, with one hand while the other palmed his ribs, you watched the tension almost appear to deflate from his body once you touched him. Not even aware how gentle, and almost intimate your touch was that's just...the way things got with Tae, it was subconscious at this point. Yet he still wouldn't look at you! "Doesn't matter..he's a fuckin’ pussy..especially now that I know he was the one behind that bullshit excuse for a shootout..I'm done, fuck him!" You could almost feel the anger in his voice... the deep rumble radiating from his chest " I don't care what my father says that motherfucker is no kin to me, I don't give a damn what we promised Leo...he's not my fucking family and the next time I see him I'll be damn sure he knows it! I’m done!" Finally letting his eyes meet yours..which were damn near gouging out of there sockets..trying to figure out where the correlation, in regards to the shootout came from.

"Wait what? How-"An almost facetious chuckle left his throat..which to be fair was a little unsettling considering the topic at hand.

"The kid last night-"

A single bullet left the barrel, not in celebration but as a warning…

Taehyung taking that as a hint pulling your hands down from his face "Baby-" freezing immediately after he said it...both of you suddenly feeling a little uneasy at the use of the pet name, considering the .."Atmosphere" it was being used. As well as the tone of voice he chose, It came out so smooth, so effortless..you hated how good it sounds leaving his lips with that deep gravelly tone of his. What neither one of you managed to catch was the fact that his fingers still naturally intertwined with yours, once he pulled them back from his jaw. Clearing his throat..slightly letting his eyes flutter away from yours..suddenly feeling somewhat, uncomfortable "Luxx...I promise I'm fine will talk about this later.." Pulling away from you before you could even say anything else.

Scanning your surroundings swiftly out of habit and they caught Namjoon..who made his way a little further up the pier, yet he still had his eyes on you..mouthing out "You good?" In which you nodded quickly..before bringing your attention to the situation at hand..even though he knew you were lying, this wasn't the time or place to question it. As Marco and his men continued being pushed further and further away it seems the bickering never stopped once Taehyung left. It just continued with Jimin, Hoseok and ..damn apparently Yoongi.

Once things started to re-escalading to the point of the sheriff feeling the need to step back in, that's when another voice rumbled through the wind, "Son, if your smart you'll listen to Marco, before I come show you that I don't need a security line, or a fucking switchblade to put you in your place! Don't make me step out of character...Don't..." You could pick out that voice in a crowd of millions, the brassy tone that set exceptional low, mixing against his Dorchester accent, as he stepped forward, hands casually resting in his pocket...calm as ever. White linen shirt tucked into his black dress pants..blacked out Cartier sunglasses. You could see the reflexes from the diamonds on his watch a mile away...it was your Sunny, AKA your father. You couldn't help but smile at the way Marco's men damn near quacked at the sound of his voice. Clearly, smart enough to know that your dad wasn't to be fucked with..mumbling a couple of things as they finally got back in there car. Since he didn't have the balls to say it loud enough to actually be heard he didn't deserve a response.

You noticed Bunny run over to Hoseok who gladly welcomed her into his arms..wrapping her legs around his waist..cupping his face. Appearing to be giving him a once over, to make sure he was okay..you'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of their dynamic. The way Hoseok didn't let his lifestyle control his happiness. The way he wasn't afraid to let someone in...the feeling of knowing your fighting not only for yourself,but because you have someone that's counting on seeing your face every night. That was a pleasure that Taehyung never had …...but secretly wanted more than anything. Sometimes in this lifestyle nights get really fucking dark, and you just need to know..that someone else is always holding a little nightlight to help you find your way back. Maybe he'd eventually let himself have that because he deserved it..even if he didn't think so...

Once all the smoke cleared you watched Taehyung, who was accompanied by his father and yours, head over to have what appeared to be a little debriefing of the days' events. As they walked past your father smiled at you, Mr. Kim smiled at you...Tae's eyes purposely avoided yours, yet again. Instantly making a knot form in your stomach, when did everything become such a fucking game with the two of you? Hot and cold to the 3rd degree, two seconds away from literally saying "Fuck all this, I'm out " and just hopping on a jet somewhere..actually not somewhere you knew exactly where you would go and who you'd see. The thought of it instantly changed your mood..sliding your phone out of your back pocket teasing your bottom lip with your tongue...Scrolling through your contact list before clicking on one labeled "Baby boy" sending out a text that simply read "Vegas tonight?" followed by the purple devil emoji, and pretty much every liquor emoji that you could find.

A second away from heading off to harass Namjoon when your gaze found someone else...Jimin as he was now the only one left from the altercation. Watching him carefully as he appeared to also be the only one in pain. Gripping the side of his stomach as he walked over to the driver's side of his car. His eyes catch yours and he already knew you were coming his way, taking in a deep breath trying to act as though he wasn't damn near wheezing resting his body against his alfa. Sauntering over, he couldn't pretend like he wasn't loving the attention, spreading his legs slightly so you had room. Crouching down in front of him not saying a word, as your hands applied steady pressure to his ribs and you watched his jaw tighten, his tattooed torso was all shades of black and blue.

"I'm going fuckin castrate them" Left your lips in a whisper, obviously referring to Marco's men as you knew this was all their fucking fault. Eyes fluttering shut as he tried to steady his breathing, while you continued gently rubbing your hands up, and down his sides. Noticing a long surface cut on his opposite rib..to be honest if he wasn't already sore it probably wouldn't even bother him. Luckily it barely broke skin, if anything it just stings, regardless of how minor the cut was you couldn't help but look at him like a sad puppy.

"Babe..I'm fi-"Swallowing his tongue instantly after the glare you shot him...not even wasting his breath if you wanted something it was damn near impossible persuade you otherwise. A facetious smirk graced his lips as you pulled an alcohol wipe, and medical tape out of your purse.

"Well, that looks fun.." The base in Tae's voice almost gave you chills as it rolled up behind you, there was an air of sarcasm laced in his delivery, which made Jimin chuckle slightly. Yet the look on his face said otherwise... almost doleful. Jimin isn't a "Soldier" per say, he's a vendor, dispatcher.I guess more so an associate within the business ..and more importantly, he's one of your men. Yes granted you all work together, but the signature on his checks say, Sunjata...not Kim. But the way things work in this line of business, if you're with a capo, con, underboss, or a boss and you rank beneath them... within the same alliance, you always protect them..always.

It was clear Jimin also picked up on the facade Tae was trying to put on "V..man I'm fine, honestly... I stepped in that because I was fuckin' heated about the last night! If anything that's why I'm still in pain..not from this little...box cutter bullshit" A harmonious chuckle left Tae's lip's at the sound of that…

"Boss ladies orders huh?" Eyes flickering over to the mini first aid kit casually chilling inside your six thousand dollar handbag. Taehyung's tone was almost taunting and for a split second, you almost kicked him in the shin..but instead your brought your focus back to Jimin.

A hiss left his lips as you gently cleaned the cut, "Boss, ladies orders…" He concurred in a more....constricted tone will say as he spoke through gritted teeth. Hissing out from the sudden sting of the alcohol as you damn near bathed him in it. To be honest you weren't sure what to expect from Tae when he walked over, and at this point, you didn't give a shit after this morning it's clear the to of you didn't owe each other a damn thing, to begin with. You were just another girl he was fucking,nothing more.

"Yeah, I get it, man... Luxx is ugh, pretty hard to say no too..that's for damn sure"

You caught him smirking down at you in your peripheral, completely ignoring his comment because if not you'd end up snapping off. That was such a loaded statement considering what took place this morning, not to mention the suggestive tone he choose. Your face reflected you were far from amused though, it was clear both of the men in front of you picked up on your shift. Trying your hardest not to apply too much pressure as you cleaned the area. Using some medical tape to just cover the cut, it wasn't deep enough to need much, you just didn't want it rubbing against his shirt all day.

You felt Taehyung crouch down behind you while you continued dressing Jimin's cut "When you're done...You wanna explain this little attitude you currently have orr…" Whispering out against the side of your neck, the lack of emotion in his voice was enough to piss you off..nevertheless he should already know what your issue was. Funny, he’s already over your argument and in his mind..the two of you should be riding the same wave!

So instead of making a scene you simply responded with a dry, "Nope" Letting it leave your lips with a pop not even bothering to even look up at him. And of course, once he didn't get what he wanted..he walked away, without saying a word which seemed to be the vibe of the day apparently. God forbid he approach you in a more desirable manner.

"Luxx, I'm fine really…. " Patting your hand gently before edging himself off the ground, extending his hand to pull you up as well, not that you needed it but he was a gentleman. "Thank you" Left his lips in almost a whisper, returning the gesture with a smile before heading over to finally find Namjoon.

"Guys we need to start heading out, the tides getting high!"The crew members voice echoed through the crowd, causing you all to slowly follow his directions to load the ship. Gazing up at the sky you realized how gloomy it was getting, again it appears mother nature's dropping hints, yeah this little dinner meeting thingy was going to be a hot ass mess! Honestly, you've had a bad feeling about it since your father brought it up last night. With your luck, you'd end up stuck on the island until this storm that was approaching passes. You'd be damned if that happened though, ready to call for a helicopter in the blink of an eye before you spent the night in the same house with damn near 40 mafia members. The idea alone just gave you a fucking migraine, which confirmed you needed a vacation! And Vegas doesn't sound too bad at all, and you already had a boy toy down there anyway. "Baby boy" was Jungkook, he managed one of the strip clubs your family owns as well as it's used to wash some of there proceedings. He was younger than you and often let you take control which you loved..and at the same time..he wasn't afraid to be a big boy..and fuck you into the mattress either. He'd be a damn good distraction from, well shit EVERYTHING, but more importantly Kim Taehyung. Why not distract yourself from one pretty boy..with another? I mean this is why we were given options right?!

The ferry ride over was..chill I guess after you and your father had a little one on one..where he filled you in on the situation you overheard this morning. In regards to the dispatch truck being ransacked while on the highway, that whole scenario alone was still mind-boggling. How could someone know your driver's exact location, unless they somehow got their hands on either his route..or chipped into his garmin. Which again was more than unsettling... Once returning to the main level, weighing out your options deciding you wanted to have a "Drama free ride" Yeah I know I gaged too. But since you wanted to have a "Drama free ride" you figured it would be better to keep your distance, so you sat at the bar with Jimin and Joon.

That didn't last though, not that anyone's surprised , by the time you slammed your first shot..and finished half of your second drink, you found yourself playing a little game. You couldn't help but notice his eyes casually darting over in your direction here and there, you'd be lying if you said you didn't do the same. As he sat on the opposite side of the bar parallel from you. You could already tell what he wanted ..a man who could say so much without saying a word. Drinking you in piece by piece as he bit into his plump bottom lip with a smirk, almost like he could sense your arousal from across the room. Knowing damn well the effect he had on your body, he could have you soaking through your panties without even touching you.

You weren't necessarily eye fucking him back per say..you just didn't turn away from him…You didn't want too…

Tae 1:40 PM: Why the fuck are you sitting all the way over there? Can you just snap out of whatever funk you're in? Or you can just let me fuck all the attitude outta you?

It literally felt like someone lit a match in your stomach, as you read that! For one…fuck him for even having the audacity to come at you like that. And fuck you for wanting too, god you wanted too. You always found his arrogance sexy, the bluntness of his delivery had you rubbing your thighs together. Still not able to fathom how he's already over this morning's argument so quickly whilst it still set heavy on your heart. But at the same time, it's partially your fault he feels like he can just get away with everything so easily. in the past if you'd have issues..you wouldn't press him to talk it out. The two of you would just avoid each other for a couple of days..then he'd randomly pop up, typically around midnight. With a bottle of some ridiculously expensive alcohol, you only thought with your pussy when it came to Kim Taehyung. So naturally, you'd get drawn in by how charming..and just naturally sexy this man was…his aura alone was almost enough to get you off at times. He'd tell you how much he's missed fucking you, how no one else compares..how bad he wants to feel you come on his dick. Hands roaming your body effortlessly, he knows your body like the back of his hand, he could get you off in the dark, the minute he touched you, it was game over. He wasn't stopping all night..he'd damn near fuck you until your body went limp, then he'd slow down his pace, and edge you until you were begging him to let you come again. And that was that, whatever the situation was, it was never discussed again. Ya know, if were being honest here..the original agreement was touch and go…fuck and leave. Whatever happened in your beds after hours stayed there, well…until. ..it naturally started to spill over into the daylight. And touch and go ebcame touch and stay, touch and cuddle, touch and lounge on the couch and watch Netflix.

He'd slip up and call you baby outside of sex, or he'd occasionally get touchy while out in about, it became more common for you two to spend the morning after together. The first time you stayed over it ended in a trainwreck, but it seemed..or at least you thought, the two of you had found a groove..and happy medium if you will but clearly you were wrong!

you didn't mind, you actually kinda liked it, until it became evident it was starting to fuck with him mentally which is why you're in this current situation, once he started to catch himself slipping up he'd spazz out. The idea of letting someone in, you especially, more than just sexually scared the shit out of him whether he'd admit it or not, you knew it. You also respected it but in return, he needed to respect your mental health and not play all these fucking games. If he wanted it to just be fuck and leave..cool..but KEEP IT LIKE THAT.. because again “it's touch and go!” Per YOUR rules Mr. Kim.

You typed out and backspaced about 3 different responses..his phone was open in front of him so you were sure he noticed how many times your text bubble popped up without sending a message. "Fuck it" The whisper meant for your ears only, almost as if you were giving yourself a pep talk. .. Placing your Chanel boy bag on your shoulder, grabbing your phone while inhaling the last of your drink, Namjoon purposely cleared his throat exceptionally loud. Almost as if he wanted you to look at him, you could already sense both Jimin and himself, shooting you an all knowing smirk that almost made you nauseated. "Fuck off" left your lips in a playful whisper, even though you meant it wholeheartedly, before sauntering in Taehyung's direction. The sound of your red bottoms clicking against the hardwood flooring, your energy always radiated throughout any atmosphere. That was one of Taehyung's favorite things about you, it was damn near impossible to ignore you! When you walked into a room everyone noticed, you were well aware of the effect you had on people and you carried yourself accordingly. The pure look of arrogance that danced along his face as you swayed in his direction made you wanna fuck, and shank him all at the same time, and lord knows you always have a switchblade somewhere. Dusting your fingers through your hair, breaking up your curls ever so slightly, still not daring to break eye contact. He wanted you so fucking bad..eyes glued to the way your high waisted jeans clung to every curve of your body…Maybe you'd let him..maybe you'd just tease the fuck out of him…it was currently undecided.

Walking up behind him, stroking his scalp with your nails, sliding your hand down to the nape of his neck taking a firm grip on his thick mane, before taking a seat next to him. Knowing how much he loved your nails raking through his scalp…the feeling shot straight to his dick, as a slight growl left his lips. Turning his head to face you slightly as he also ran his fingers through his hair, which held a slightly messy wave after taking his hat off just moments prior. Leaning over so his lips brushed against your neck as he spoke, the rich scent of Dalmore hitting your nose "I knew it wouldn't take long…" his voice sat exceptional low, the biggest tease you'd ever met. You didn't even have to look over at him to know this mother fucker was smiling, he was just sooooo sure of himself! His hand roamed up your thigh, and a dramatic scoff left your lips as you rolled your eyes in response even though you refused to turn your head and look at him.

"Fuck you.." your clap back was quick..and full sass, ghosting his lips over your skin before grazing the area beneath your ear with his teeth. While you tried your hardest to stifle the moan that was desperately trying to leave your lips.

"Oh baby, trust me I plan on it.." Grabbing your hand, snaking it under the bar top to palm him through his jeans.. guiding you to feel how hard he was, and of course, he had to make it move while it's in your hand so you got the full effect. Out of habit you'd didn't retract even once he moved his hand, instead you palmed him slowly over his jeans. While this cocky motherfuker reclined in his seat, not even bothering to look discrete, a low rich moan left his lips. Thank god both of your parents were on the upper level of the ship because there was nothing lowkey about what the two of you were doing. That's also probably partially why you were so turned on, the idea of getting caught, was kinda sexy.

"Fuckkk.." There was an underlayer of defeat laced within that moan and you hoped it went undetected, but you could tell by his reaction you failed miserably. As a deep rumble left his chest, you royally fucked up this time…You knew he'd wanna fuck you, and he'd be all over you, which was true. What you underestimated was how much you'd wanna fuck him, considering your father's a mob boss, you of all people should know better than to ever go into a mission ill-prepared. Yet that's exactly what you did..you didn't have your guard up and he snaked right in!

Bringing his lips back to the side of your neck, the feeling of them ghosting over your skin alone gave you chills, as his breath fanned against your flesh "What baby? " Ya know he actually had the nerve to sound genuinely concerned!? Snaking his hand up your thigh, getting dangerously close to the area that desperately needed attention. Moving his hand farther and farther up your inner thigh as he kneaded the muscle against his palm.

‘Tae…" It came out so breathy and a lot needier than you intended which only riled him up even more, as he hummed against the side of your neck.

Sinking your nails into his clothed thigh while he hissed into your hair in response, "What baby? What do you want…you want Tae you take you in the back, and ruin that pretty little pussy until you come all over my dick?" His hands moved over to your core, cupping your entire pussy in his hand before sliding down, letting his index and middle finger tease up your slit through your jeans. "You want me to fill you up so you can sit in that meeting right next to Sunny with my cum dripping out your pussy..is that what you want baby?"

Fuck, you couldn't even think straight at this point nevertheless speak, your original intention was to toy with him a little…teach him a lesson. So it's clear that he can't just fuck your problems away and the two of you needed to set clear guidelines moving forward if you were still going to maintain a sexual relationship. But I guess this is what you get when your game plan is fueled by pettiness, now all you wanted was to have him bottomed out in your pussy. "Your so fuckin sexy, sitting here letting me toy with your pussy..not even caring that Sunny could pop up at any time.." A growl left his lips he already sounds so fucked out your skin felt like it was on fire. "Hmm seems like you enjoy being my little slut, more than you like being “his…little girl..huh?" All you could do was hum in response, damn near feeling light-headed at this point. You didn't know why that turned you on so much, or why he was already on 10! Maybe it was all you, maybe it was the 2 drinks he slammed since being on this ship, whatever it is..it was working for you! He was right though you really could give less than a damn about your dad, one of his men, the crew members no one. Nipping at your ear and you didn't even care to muffle your moans anymore, fuck it.

"Such a good little slut for me, fuck, let me make you come, you already know I know what you need.." That he did, he knew exactly what buttons to push to get what he wants from you. Another careless whimper left your lips, this one louder than the last. He took your lack of response as a response and technically he was right, you wanted him…patting your thigh gently as he got out of his chair. Heading towards a set of doors that Read "Employees only" not even glancing back to see if you were following because he knew you would!

So now what? Do you stick with your original plan or do you cave, and give your body what it desperately needs…I guess you should probably sort that out realll quick before you head back there! Your mind has to be made up before Taehyung gets his hands on you, no doubts no hesitation. That's something the both of you can sniff out a mile away…because if you're not in it 100%, it's game over..He'll find your weekspot..and toy with it until you come…

Running your fingers through your hair with a loud huff, you heard Yoongi chuckle to your left, not even realizing he was sitting next to Taehyung the entire time. "You two are somethin else.." Shaking his head with a slight grin as he picked up his Bourbon filled glass before he could even take a swig, you grabbed it. Downing what remained in one gulp the smoothe sting drained down your throat. Fuck you hated dark liquor, you couldn't help but gag, sounding like you were choking up a hairball from the aftertaste. Even though you didn't find shit funny about the sudden burn forming so deep in your chest that you were dam near wondering if you were about to start growing chest hair. With the combination of yoongi's airy chuckle and that golden gummy smile, you couldn't help but let out a snort yourself. "You good?" patting your back slightly, you just nodded in response sliding your purse next to him on the bar. Knowing that meant you wanted him to babysit it while you handled your "Business".

Hopping out of your chair, positioning yourself dangerously close to him as you rested against the bartop "And if my father comes looking for me?" The arch in your brow accompanied by your tone of voice implied you were expecting a very..specific response,a sly smirk moved up his face as he licked his lips.

"Your in the back on a business call"

It was clear he was more than content with his response once the smirked moved from his face up to yours, "Good boy.." winking back at him playfully before strutting off to find Kim Taehyung.

Upon stepping behind the doors, the minute it closed he was all over you, slamming you back against the wall. Completely ignoring the sting from your body hitting against the wood paneling once his lips attached to the side of your neck. All you could smell his cologne and 4k a barrel bourbon, as his fingers roamed your body freely, knowing exactly where to go. Licking, sucking, biting down on the exposed skin as you whined out his name, nails clawing at his back through his bomber jacket automatically bringing your leg up to wrap around his waist. "You know how much I fucking hate waiting" biting down on your ear with a deep growl, while squeezing down on your ass as he rolled his hips into yours.

"Yet your still going to fu-" -

"Ugh this area is for is employees only-" Both of your eye shot over to your right trying to follow the voice, your faces read the same thing a combination of "Excuse you/ Do you know who the fuck I am?" Even if she didn't have a clue there was no way in hell she'd say shit else after the way the two of you sized her up with saying a damn word. Not even able to complete her original stamanet, the two of you carried a certain..aura that amplified when together, that's for damn sure. Even if people had no clue who you were, how much money you had….what your family did for a living..there was just something about your presence that spoke volume. Bringing his focus back to where it belonged..you, one hand snaked up your back, cupping your neck, while he slid his tongue into your mouth, completely ignoring the crew member that's less than 10 feet away. While his other hand found its home resting against your ass, as you shamelessly moaned against his tongue. You couldn't help but chuckle into the kiss, your eyes caught her jaw drop to the floor in your peripheral

"She's right..how about we stop being so rude and take this somewhere a little more private?"

Purring out against his tongue, running your hands down from his chest, all the way down to bulge forming against his jeans, letting your hand rest on it actually, giving him a light squeeze just enough to make him squirm.…"Hmmm..captains quarters?" The cheeky grin on his face proved he already knew you'd be down, not even waiting for a response before he grabbed your hand.

"Ugh, umm- no excuse me I can't let you -" The moment both of you whipped around to face her…was the moment she again.. forgot how to conjugate a verb…everything she thought she was going to say got stuck somewhere between her ass and her throat.

"Listen.." Placing both of his hands in the pockets of his jacket, cocking his head to the side slightly, letting his tongue drag along his bottom lip. Bring his sole attention to the women in front of him, you could damn near feel the heat that was pouring from her body. You knew that feeling all too well, she could almost feel the base in his voice. "We charted this entire ship…so I think it's safe to say.I can and will fuck her wherever I please…Your more than welcome to come watch, but I'm doing what I want..where I want. And right now.." Bringing his focus back to you, intertwining his fingers with yours…butterflies forming in your stomach in anticipation, you almost forgot how shameless Kim Taehyung really was.."I think…I wanna fuck you right no his desk…so that's what I'll do…"

Neither of you cared to see if she had anything else to say, as you followed his lead down the hall ..entering the room on the far left. The minute the door closed he had your back flush against it..lips instantly latching to the side of your neck, dragging a restrained moan from your throat, as your eyes fluttered shut. As odd as it may sound it almost felt..nostalgic to have him like this..the strong smell of bourbon painting your skin, hands roaming down to cup your ass through your jeans. Your body naturally arching up into his touch..needing to feel more than just his lips, grinding your hips into his..causing him to moan out against the crook of your neck. This moment reminded you of the way it used to be..when it was still fun..carefree..just...mind blowing sex. The kinda sex that could have your panties sticking to your clit at just the mention of his name…. Back when there were no complications, no drama ..just orgasms and booze. But as we've already established.that's the way it USE to be..shit hasn't gone that smooth in damn near two months.

Now, you were just as much to blame as Taehyung If you wanted to talk this out you should have pulled him to the side, and did it properly. How the hell can you sit there and get angry that he has no respect for the way his mind games were starting to affect you..and he can't just fuck all your problems away. Or how unhealthy this has all become and the two of you actually need to talk this shit out like adults...and figure out a clear understanding of what this is or isn't going to be ,yet here you were. Your intentions going into this were nothing but a mind game, fueled by nothing but liquor, anger, and pettiness,now you're on a ship, the same one as your father I might add. With your panties completely soaked..clit swollen and throbbing about to let him have his way with you on top of someone's desk..against the wall...the door...you wanted him to ruin you on every surface in this room. AND to make it even better...you started it this time..you went over there and initiated all of this, and the icing on the fucking cake was how bad you wanted him right now.

Jerking him away from you with a slight hiss, still allowing him to stay close enough to almost taste the leftover liquor on his lips. Brow arching immediately, at your sudden change up, clearly unamused .."What fuck was that?"Surprisingly his tone reflected more confusion than anger. A satisfied smirk moved up your face, with how quickly you just got under his skin, your pride needed you to regain some sort of self-control.

"That, was me doing whatever the fuck I want..and right now I want a drink" Purring out against his bottom lip, bringing your hand down to trace the "LV" on the buckle of his belt..trickling your fingers down to his zipper. Stiffening the moan taunting within your throat as you could already tell how hard he was. The imprint of his hardening length starting to break through his jeans. Eyes daring you to even THINK about teasing him, jaw clenched..you knew how impatient he was. How impatient you both were..he was always down to play..he just doesn't like to be played with. Yet you still let your hand palm him anyway, earning a murmur, comparable to a breathy moan. Before you sauntered away towards the mini bar to your right.

" I might make you work for it actually..not that you deserve my pussy right now anyway…"

A dry scoff left his lips at the sound of that, accompanied by an almost..sarcastic chuckle "Excuse you? I don't deserve-Yeah ok...try that one again. Although…" purposely letting the "O" slide off his tongue slowly, casually taking his time to stroll over in your direction. Neither one of you daring to break eye contact, as he positioned himself centimeters away from you. Bracing his weight on the bar top, "You might wanna stop while your ahead...remember.." leaning over..so his lips brushed against yours as he spoke..dropping his voice to a timber that, instantly had your core throbbing on command "I'm the one who decides if..and when,you come-"-

"And I'm the one who decides if you even…. get to feel how good my pussy is to begin with. So who really...has the upper hand here Mr. Kim, hmm?" Cocking your head to the side at the implied question..the look on your face proved you were more than satisfied with yourself.

His gaze darkened, tongue dragging along his bottom lip.."You know I'm not the one to play this game with baby..making you beg and breathing are one and the same for me…". Eyes drifting down to the glass bottle in your hand "And since when do you drink dark liquor? "

Ignoring him initially as you dropped two ice cubes in the glass..filling it halfway before finally acknowledging his question. "Since you started acting like a little bitch and I need something a little stronger than vodka.."

Scooting back on the mini bar until your back was reclined slightly, bracing your weight against the wall, while you took your drink in the other, gulping down more than half of what was in your glass. Throat humming as the liquor soothed down, bringing your leg up slightly to to tease his length through his jeans with the toe of your Louboutins. His reflexes caught you off guard as he snatched your ankle in his hand..making you yelp, yanking your body a little closer to his with a snarl. "You're really fuckin pushin it.." bringing his hand down to take a firm grip on your inner thigh, lifting you slightly so your ass was resting on the edge of the bar. Positioning himself in between your legs for support, while his hand found there home in your hair, tugging on your roots forcing you to tilt your head up to gaze directly in his eyes.

"Such a fuckin brat" Hissing out against your bottom lip, while you teased his with your tongue the smile on your face proved you didn't give a fuck.

"As if you deserve anything less right now..maybe if you'd get your shit together I'd behave" The scoff that left his chest was so snarky you were almost offended, almost as if he was saying "Pfft..yeah.. Okay!"

Fingers trickling down your zipper "And for the record, you plan to make me “Work for your pussy” Smacking your clothed heat hear enough to make you knead “ I think we both know, this pussys already mine…" The minute he slid your zipper down it felt like all the heat was just seeping out of your body, you watched his face contorted in pure pleasure from how completely wrecked you already where and whether you want to admit it, it was all from him. "I can smell how bad she needs me....fuckkkk" There was always something so sexy about the way his body reacted to you..the way he could look so turned on and you haven't even touched him yet..all because he got off on getting you off.

Pressing his hand against your heat which literally felt like heat..fingers practically sticking to your panties as they stuck to your clit "Oh how easily your body betrays you baby" Slipping the soaked silk to the side..sliding two fingers in with no warning,the sound of your arousal oozing out as he pushed his way to the hilt, going knuckle deep "Fuckkk.." left both of your lips in unison...as his fingers engulfed themselves between your pulsing walls ..you were so fucking warm..so tight..squeezing them to the point of almost forcing them to buckle over one another. You couldn't even help the senseless moans that were leaving your mouth as he worked you with his fingers. Lips suckig down on your collarbone "You pussys literally dripping down my hand...your milking my fingers like your life depends on it..and you really wanna sit here and tell me it's not mine?" Sliding his fingers out to work your clit...rubbing your own juices against your already sensitive bud. Neck reclining fully as you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, damn near drawing blood from trying to muffle your moans. For no reason except your pride..which was technically pointless, he was right..your body said exactly how you felt.

"God, your so wet for me I bet I could slide right in...have you coming all over my cock in seconds, but you just had to play this fuckin game with me didn't you?" Sinking his teeth into your neck until you kneaded out, sliding his fingers up and down your folds before sliding back in.Switching intermediary between twisting and curling his fingers inside of you, purposely slapping your clit with his palm each time in slid in and out.

"Until-Oh god fuck- your gonna make me come..shit Tae" Clenching down around him even tighter almost as if you were trying to keep him from pulling out. Clawing at his thigh, as you desperately tried to steady your breathing so you could try and pull yourself together. Almost like he could sense you regaining a little self-control so he had to knock you right back on your ass. Scissoring his fingers in and out, even faster this time making sure to curl his middle finger up in a come hither motion probing that spot..the one he always found effortlessly. A dark rumble left his chest once he knew he had you in the palm of his hands..your release..desperately trying to reach its peak..and whether you got there..was solely up to him.

"Hmm what were you saying baby..untilllll…" purposely dragging out the phrase..tone obviously condescending because he knew you were being a smartass with whatever you were about to say.

Almost choking on your own breath when you tried to speak initially "U-Until you put your name on it..it's not yours...no matter how good you fuck me.." Tone extremely breathy...yet sultry as your arousal dripped from your tongue..you were so fucking close..eyes struggling to stay open. Humming out in response and he continued pumping his fingers even faster..able to feel how close you were.

"That's it, baby..be a good girl and come for me.." Coaxing against the side of your neck..and rolling his tongue against your skin, slurring his words right into your neck as his tongue continued panting out your name.

"Mmm, I bet you can feel my tongue on your pussy can't you baby? My tongue rolling against your swollen little clit..your pussys always so greedy when it comes to me..always." Relentlessly rolling his tongue against you making sure you felt every stroke...everywhere. "I know how much you love coming all over my face, and you know how much I love tasting that sweet little cunt of yours " He was literally moaning all this into the side of your neck, as he licked..sucked..rolled his tongue along every inch. His words only punishing you closer and closer as you started rocking against his hand "Fuck, baby my dicks getting so hard just thinking about how good you taste…" Sliding a third finger in and at that point you were about done.

" Oh fuck.." that familiar pressure forming in your stomach, Letting his middle finger meet that ridget patch of skin..flicking the spot until your legs started to shake...

"Kim Tae-fucking-hyung.." You snarled out as he yanked his finger from you, a strand of come followed behind..starting at your pussy following up his finger as lapped it over his tongue. You were fucking furious squeezing your thighs together for some sort of stimulation. You literally wanted to shank him, as he stood in front of you with the most arrogant smirk painted on his lips.

" I believe…." Stepping back to have a seat on the leather chaise lounge adjacent to the bar "...I told you to come on my fingers like a good girl..but you haven't been one of those all damn day. So I'm not quite sure why you'd even fathom the idea of me letting you come so easily." Quirking his brow up at you basically as if he was implying that you had no reason to be upset..you should've known better..and to be honest..you should've..He was so calm and collected in contrast to how needy you felt not to mention how hard you were panting.

"Fuck you" Snapping back instantly only making him chuckle

"Come here" Two words..those two words in combination with his deep growl he called a voice had you knees weak..but you weren't going to show him that. Putting a little extra emotion in the word "Come" than was necessary .

"Make...meee.." The sultry drawl in your tone was obvious as you reclined against the wall, hip still rested on the bar top.

Eyes damn near bucking out of there sockets at your response "Make-make you..are you fucking-" Running his fingers through his hair with a drawn-out exhale " If I have to come over there and get you.. So help me god ,I'll literally have to carry you out of this bitch when I'm done with you..your choice"

Relaxing your posture even more at the sound of that..the sass literally levitating off your skin.. an actual growl left his lips as he lunged towards you, scoping you off the bar, throwing you back on the chaise. Making your body bounce against the cushion while a soft giggle left your lips from the sudden impact, crawling on top of you so his lips hovered over yours. Hand coming to lace around your neck, the tension shot straight to your core as you hissed out..arching up into his touch, which he took as a hint to squeeze even tighter..so he did.only making you whine, which satisfied him to no end.

"You're really working my last fuckin nerve…" Hissing out against your lips bringing his opposite hand down to work the zipper on your booties..and you assisted kicking them off as if they didn't cost..almost two grand. Grinding your hips up into his as you clawed at his back..he was wearing way too much fucking clothing for you liking.

"I know, but you look so fucking sexy when you're angry…" Moaning out against his bottom lip, letting Your teeth tease at the pillowy texture before sucking it into your mouth. Instantly letting him take control of the kiss arching your back slightly as he rolled his tongue against yours. For once you didn't fight against him. You followed, as he slowly explored your mouth, volleying his tongue against yours as you started to grind your hips up into him. A moan escaped his lips as he pulled back from you...releasing his hold from your neck, much to your dismay..exchanging it to tug on the waistline of your jeans.

"You done being a brat yet? Or would you rather sit there with your pussy dripping against your panties when it could be dripping down my cock?" Grinding his hips into yours even deeper this time forcing a stifled moan from your throat.

"I mean all you do is play games so why the fuck should I make this easy for you? " Taking a firm grip on his length through his jeans, which was officially his last straw with you.He was rock fucking hard...the last thing he wanted you to do was tease him..he needed to be bottomed out in you a good oh I don't know 20 minutes ago. Pulling back from you with a loud huff that..released way more than just frustration.

"Alright...you gonna tell me what the fuck your deal is..or am I gonna have to make..you tell me? " ..there wasn't even a lick of warmth in his tone..done with the games ...and to be honest that probably turned you on more than it should have. The hint of pure aggravation in his voice only making your walls clench even tighter. But you played it cool, while you could at least, your face stoic.. not even giving him a verbal response. Clearly taking your lack of response as a response that you were still in full fledge brat mode.Nodding slowly, giving you confirmation that he was also ready to play. Eyes scanning the room briefly before landing on a box. A shiny black one with a pink rose colored spade on it... The devilish look that emerged on his face should've been your first indication that ugh, shit was about to get real. Bringing his gaze back to you...reaching down to shimmy your jeans down your legs..before pulling his bomber jacket off throwing them both on the floor behind him. Neither of you said one word, the sudden..anticipation that loomed over your body was almost suffocating. Keeping your eyes trained on his every move..you knew he was up to something.

Reaching over to unbox a brand new bottle of Armand De Brignac champagne…..pulling the metallic pink bottle out ..which had never been opened until well, now. Breath hiking in your throat as he pulled your panties to the side..pushing out his lips..aiming a good amount of spit down on your clit..not that you even fucking needing it..you were already leaking onto the leather. Naturally making your body arch as his saliva roamed down your folds "Let's try this one more time...what the fucks your deal?" Brow arched at the implied question..and still nothing... bringing the tip of the champagne bottle..to meet your clit making you go wide-eyed automatically. "

Tae.." The slight tremble in your chest indicated you were a little concerned..to say the least.

"If I were you..unless your gonna answer my fuckin question...I'd stop talkin…" God, why did him being such a dick turn on you on so damn much? He was sitting on your thighs so you really couldn't move slowly dragging the head of the bottle up and down your clit. Slowly..too fucking slow..you were still so sensitive from him denying you of you release barely 5 minutes prior, the feeling of him edging your clit was almost painful.

"Taehyung…" Your voice and body were already trembling as the cap grazed your clit, using two fingers to pull your lips apart..exposing the tip head on. Circling the cap right on the peak, making your clit tense immediately, your nerves were already on 10, not taking long for all the blood to rush straight to your overly sensitive bud. Already feeling like your release was seconds away and he just fucking started.

"What did I just tell you? Please don't make me gag you..I'd really weather not do that while I watch your cunt drip all over this bottle of Armanda.." He actually had the nerve to sound a little stressed by the idea, as if you were the one inconveniencing him as if you weren't the one..damn near about to come over a champagne bottle.

Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth bringing his focus back to your pulsing pussy, the look of concentration on his face was damn near erotic on it's own " Fuck look at how ready your pussy is baby..look at how fuckin pretty she is….fuckkk" The fact that he already sounds like he balls deep in you really didn't help your situation..tone sitting exceptionally low..and breathy. The sound of your juices slicking against coating that covered the cap, felt like it was bouncing off the walls. Trying your damnedest to not grind into the bottle..but fuck you needed more. Eyes fluttering shut at the sound of him moaning out..as he watched you start to melt into the chair. Naturally, you started to rock your hips into the bottle..you couldn't fucking help it...for some reason the actual glass felt like it was iced..which made your whole body shudder..as he wedged it between your pulsing heat.

"Look at you..letting me fuck your tight little pussy like this...in someone's office..come dripping down there chair..and yet you still won't admit this pussy belongs to me.." Tisking,..as his eyes zoned in how swollen and wet you were..teasing your entrance even more with the bottle, but every time you'd rock into it..he'd pull it back even more..almost making you chase it.

"Tae, fuck please-" whining out as you arched slightly…a second away from a full-blown temper tantrum.

"What baby? You need more? Hmm? I'll give you whatever the fuck you want..you just need to start taking…"Bring his opposite hand down..to your clit..letting his thumb circle the tip as he slid the bottle back in. You should've been embarrassed with how quickly you were falling apart and more importantly how hard you were clenching around this bottle...Endlessly moaning out variations of "Please..baby, please Tae..." It was so faint but he heard you. You needed him to take the bottle deeper..so you actually got to the girthy section of it. Yet he wouldn't go down that far..not until you gave him what he wanted.

"I already told you, baby, I could do this all day... I Know you can feel how hard I am..I know you wanna come around my cock...so be a good little slut and tell me.." Grunting out as he took the bottle exactly where you needed before pulling it right out!

"Fucking hell Taehyung!!" Smacking your hand on the leather which only earned a chuckle from him as you huffed out in frustration...eyes fluttering shut ..running your fingers through your hair as you tried to steady your breathing enough to speak properly.

" You- you know, the fucking the issue.."

Brow arching immediately at your sudden change in attitude.."Oh really? And what is it? Please don't tell me you're still talking about that bullshit from this morning?" Phrasing the question more as a statement yet he still expected a response. Sliding the bottle back in...until your pussy was teased by the wider section..and he just left it there..letting your body pulse aimlessly. Positioning his lips down to spit on your clit again before bringing his finger back down in a figure eight motion "Answer my fucking question or I swear to god ..I'll get myself off instead.." Arching up into his thumb, spine levitating completely off the chair as your eyes squoze shut..you were so sensitive that even though he wasn't moving it was almost enough to get you where you needed, and you were almost there "I know your pussy baby...I don't have to be in you to know when you're close..don't fuck with me, if you come without me telling you to I swear I'll edge you till you fucking cry…" The hiss that left his lips literally made you shiver, you didn't need to open your eyes to know he was staring right at you, you could feel it…"Now be a good girl and answer daddy's question." He hasn't called himself that in months..when shit started shifting and getting awkward..some things were lost in the shuffle...and this was one of them..the name alone made you clench around the bottle even tighter.

"I-fuck….it's-it's more than this morning..I'm just...oh my god...tried..of the fuckin games.." almost choking that sentence out,, not even sure how you managed to get it out, to be frank. Forcing yourself to look at him, needing to see his reaction, the feeling of him starting to twist the bottle slightly, had your second attempt at a release, right where you needed it. God now even his eyes were fucking you if this man did not let you come you'd literally cry.

"And what exactly do you want me to say? Hmm? That no one gets me as hard as you??" Working your clit even faster now and you couldn't stop yourself from grinding his hand. The number of times his name fell from your lips was fucking ridiculous "Or... how about..that I've never slid in a pussy so perfect..so fuckin wet...so tight.." Gritting out through clenched teeth as he continued working your clit..rotating the champagne bottle in his hand as he worked it in and out, the sound of your juices slushing against the glass. "Or , my main issues ..that it fucking terrifies me how much I care about your bratty ass..is that it!? Is that what the fuck you wanna hear!?" The sudden change in his voice...made your eyes flutter over to his immediately, gaze extremely heavy. Tone went from frustrated to almost flustered within seconds.

"Yeah that got your attention, didn't it? Now who's playin games? You knew you already fuckin’ knew you had it...you..had me, you always have….” There was a pause, a very significant one actually, his eyes softened and for a moment the hard ass/dom facade faded and he was taehyung. Regardless of the situation at hand, something just let you know..he was being honest about his feelings.

“Take my belt off and unzip my jeans...Noww..." Your entire body was shaking and he actually expecting you to be able to undress him…"What did I say?" Brow arched tone instnatly annoyed you felt him start to slow down his pace and there's no way in fuck you'd have that. Reaching up with shaky hands you unclasp his belt..work his button and unzip his pants…

Snatching the bottle out..making you whine at the lack of stimulation only making him grunt out in frustration .."Don't...did you really think…." Taking his dick in his hand which was already rock fucking hard..stroking it gently..almost admiring it. Precome, drizzling down from his tip while you whimpered beneath him..almost drooling at the sight of it. " I was gonna let you come on a champagne bottle over my cock? Spit!" placing his palm in front of your face and you did without hesitation...pulling his opposite hand from your clit he pulled his jeans down just enough let him move around. Storking himself in this hand..you couldn't take your eyes off him leaning down so his lips brushed over yours.

"This pussys fuckin mine…." Letting his length tease up your folds...all you could hear was the sound of your juices slides all over the place. Flicking at your clit with the head, with how wet you were he kept losing his grip,, sliding down to tease your entrance..even when he honestly wasn't trying too.."Nobody fucks you like me..and you know it…." You finally feel him position himself at your entrance..causing you to arch up onto him..as he slowly starts to slide in a breathy cry leaving your lips while he pressed his forehead against yours "You wanted me to put my name on it? Well, it's mine..all mine...." Moaning out against your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Teasing his way through..your walls grabbing him immediately making him growl even louder...nails moving up to claw at his back..pulling back slightly bracing both of your legs on either side of his head.

Grinding his hips into you slowly..purposely shallow fucking you making you whine…'Daddy, fuck-" The faint cry in desperation left your lips arching up into him hoping to push him all the way in leaning down to bring his forehead to yours. Pressing his body against the back of your thighs making your body arch up even higher, the new angle enough to make you come immediately if he'd actually give you all of him.

The mention of the nickname caused an arrogant smirk to move up his face "That's right baby...and who's making you feel this good? Mmm, who's about to make you come?" Bringing his index and middle finger down to circle your clit..you could tell from how rock hard he was..he wouldn't last..which is why he was working you up.

"Fuck, Tae it's you...god it's you please just fu-" Sliding in completely until he's bottomed out, both of you moaning out simultaneously from how tight you still where, the two of you pulsing against each other in unsion.

"Mmm, baby your still so tight for me, fuck" At this point all bets were off, rolling his hips into you at a relentless pace, grounding his hips against yours as he fingers still worked your clit, pulling out completely every time before rolling his hips back into you. His cock filling you to the brim every time..if you didn't know any better you think he was in your damn throat he felt so big. "Oh god..” You watched him throw his head back slightly as his eyes fluttered shut, “Daddy’s pretty baby wanna come? I feel you milking me baby I know you wanna…" His tone was getting brittle...shaky even. He was just as close as you were. It didn't take long for you to feel like you were ready to explode, your walls engulfing him every time..squeezing around every centimeter of his cock, your heat feeling like it was morphing him into you, as you continuously spilled down your thighs.

"Yessss, please.please let me come...:" You were a whimpering mess beneath him body coming up to a complete arch, as your muscles started to seeze..body humming in anticipation.

"Who's pussy is it baby? Say like you fuckin mean it.." Letting his lips suction against his spot beneath your ear..dancing over the little reminders he left earlier. Rolling your hips up into his, clawing your nails from his back bracing one around the back of his neck and the other deep in his thick mane.

"Fuck, it's yours..oh my god you feel so fuckin good -" He leaned into you a little allowing your hips to grind up into his slightly, the rotation of his hips got stronger..deeper. Rocking them into yours making sure his pelvis slapped against your lips every time..as he currently had them spread apart so he would attack your clit. That was it you were done...you were coming and there wasn't shit you could do about it. Clenching around him so hard it was almost painful how frantic all your muscles became.

"Fuck yes, baby, come on..keep going..keep coming baby..." Coaxing you through as he felt your body start to cave in beneath him, your release came pouring out of you, the moan that left your body was so fucking loud there's no way..they didn't hear you. Clawing at this back from under his shirt..as your body trembled..hiccuping the air in your chest as he continued rubbing your clit. Your thighs were shaking on his shoulders..you couldn't even moan anymore... Your walls spazzing around him.

"God Tae, I can't, I can't Oh fuck I can't…" clawing at anything you could as he started slamming his hips into you..you knew he was close but fuck he needed to at least let your clit go so you could breathe .

"You've been acting like a fucking brat all day...I know you can take it..so take it!" Grunting out against your lips before sliding his tongue in..the kiss was needy..sloppy..more tongue than anything else as he moans out into your mouth…"I'm gonna fill you up so good..is that what you want baby? My come leaking out of your slutty little pussy?" All you could do was moan..as you arched into him, You could feel him start to pulse, you were just waiting for it to explode .

"Baby" The breathy cry left your lips your second release snuck up on you effortlessly, he never gave you a chance to call down, every nerve in your body was still on high alert. All the air felt like it let your body as you came.. You couldn't help but arch up into him, bracing your hands on his chest because in all honesty, you were trying to almost run away. The feeling was so intense you didn't know how to fucking handle it, once your walls grabbed him..it was almost like your body was getting too weak to retract as quickly..so your walls were cradling him longer..tighter...which gave him exactly what he needed "Baby fuck, I'm- " Lapping his tongue back into your mouth, as you felt him spill into you...painting every inch of your walls.

Once he came he let your clit go, but he stayed balls deep ...rolling his hips at a slower pace as you trembled beneath him. The Slow grind of his body just let you feel more than you needed too right now..the sound of how wet you were..both of your arousals seeping down your thighs. Lips still not leaving yours as you both moaned out against each other tongue the two of you stayed tangled up like that for a moment. Just letting your tongues lazily dance against one another's until he finally pulled back from you ..causing your eyes to flutter open slowly. A lazy smile laying across his face as he sat up..fixing himself in his jeans, neither of you said anything. It didn't feel like anything needed to be said currently, you watched him walk over to the mini bar..pouring a shot of whiskey and slamming it immediately… Walking towards you with a glass of ice...positioning himself between your legs..which we covered in come...as it seeps out of your walls, using his index and middle fingers he played in the cream..running it up and down your folds circling your clit..pushing it in and out, using it to finger you ever so lightly. Moaning out at the site of the mess you both made, he could feel himself starting to get hard all over again.

Your body shuddering every time he touched you, you were so sensitive...almost wincing out once he touched your clit. "Daddy go a little too hard on you baby?" Quirking his brow in your direction..his tone surprisingly wasn't sarcastic..maybe he was honestly concerned because you'd been so quiet. Minus some breathy moans here and there, shaking your head with a lazy smirk, bringing your hand down to play in his hair, as he laid his head on your thigh. Also not trying to ruin the moment but I'm going to assume neither of you realized the ship docked., around the time Taehyung slid in..but carry on.

You watched him pick up an ice cube...body too exhausted to even put any thought to it…"Your so swollen baby.." the whisper buzzed out against your clit, yet you still didn't move. That is until you felt the ice cube, trickle up your folds...causing you to hiccup a sharp breath that you damn near had to remind yourself to exhale.

"Tae.." all your body could produce was a squeak as your started to tremble all over again. Working the piece of ice up and down your folds before he brought it over to meet your clit, the grip on his hair became almost painful. As you tried to pull him away from you" Baby..I can't..please, I-" Yet here you were rocking your hips into his hand..you hadn't even realized you were doing it. Humming out in response with a smile as he slid the piece of ice in your entrance. Teasing it in and out.. swirling it up and down your folds as he laced his tongue around your clit before suckikng it into his mouth.

Moaning, out at the taste of you, shooting every vibration straight threw your heat "Babbyyyy….I could eat your sweet little cunt for hours if you'd let me.." Eyes flickering up to meet yours as your buried your fingers deeper in his hair. Arching up into his mouth, it was too fucking much yet you needed it..every part of it. Rolling his tongue against the tip of your clit while he continued working you with the piece of ice, the chill in combination with the water drizzling down your lips, on top of how skilled this man's tongue was..fuck..

"Oh my god..."

"Kim, Taehyung, you just continiously give me reasons to wanna murder you..I really don’t thnk you’ll be sastified until I bust a cap in your ass.!" Both of your eyes shot up at that because..well fuck it was your dad...fuck, fuck, fuck! Taehyung couldn't help but laugh which did not help you since his face was buried between your thighs. " You two can thank this lovely lady out here..she had no problem leading me to where you two were. So clearly your great at making friends" You couldn't help but snort at the dryness in his delivery, it was clear he could tell she hated you two.

"That little bitch" You whispered out rolling your eyes. Taehyung's lips moved over to your inner thighs massaging up your legs while ..leaving faint little kisses as your dad spoke through the door.

"I'm actually going to pretend.. as none of this happened..and that Luxx is not in there with you doing god knows what..because the thought of that alone kinda makes me wanna blow a whole round through this damn door.." Tae brought his lips back down to your pussy giving your clit one last good french kiss, as you dug your teeth into your bottom lip so didn't cry like you wanted too. His eyes teasing you as he continued giving your pussy little kitten licks as if your father wasn't right out sided the fucking door. "So on that note..you two have 5 minutes to make your way into the restaurant Luxx...your bag is hanging on the door..again please for my sanity just don't respond.." Your father lowkey didn't seem surprised to be honest..not quite sure what that says about you two but hey, at the end of the day you were both adults. But having sex in someones office deffiently wans’t one of your proudest moments.

Once you guys heard footsteps move in the opposite direction you both couldn't help the cackle that escaped your throats "Fuck, your literally going to be the death of me, Sunny is literally going to kill me.." Taehyung made his way over to the door, grabbing your bag off the handle, on his way back he picked up your jeans..helping you step into them. Thighs feeling like complete mush once you put your heels back on. Touching up your makeup quickly before letting him know you were ready to go. You noticed he was staring at you while you blotted your skin in the mirror but you didn't say anything about it.

"Are we good?" The statement alone kinda caught you off guard, not to mention how passive he currently sounds. He wasn't the type to ask that..or even seem like he cared enough to even know the answer to that question. You weren't stupid both of you were a little buzzed when you came in, and sometimes in the heat of the moment, you say things you really don't mean. More importantly, you know better than to hold your breath when it comes to him...as strong as this man is, he's literally the biggest pussy in the world when it comes to shit like this. Yet you still weren't able to hide the smile the moved up your face as you applied your lipgloss.

Shrugging nonchalantly ,as if that one question didn't mean the world to you "I mean for now..yeah…will see what happens..”

Shooting him a lazy smile before getting up to head out of the room "Hey.." Grabbing your hand to pull you back into his frame "I meant what I said... In regards to how I feel about you. The timing was fucked I know, but I meant it regardless! I can't promise what that means right now. I got a lotta shit I need to work through in my head, but I just want you to know, I meant it...all of it" Letting his hands massaging your side, a slow exhale leaving your chest as you gazed up at him..sucking your bottom lip into your mouth with a nod...not saying anything because well..what could you say? "Thank you?" I mean it was still kinda an empty promise but I guess one step at a time right? Leaning down to wrap his lips around yours one last time..exhaling a breath that almost left you breathless, as he gently massaged his tongue against yours.Even once his tongue left your mouth his lips stayed pressed against yours, just enjoying contact before laying one last chaste kiss alone your lips.

The ship docked, behind the restaurant..as it sat right off the water, it was clear by the lack of cars that Dino's restaurant was closed to the public today. As if you weren't already mentally drained from the past 24 hours,.the moment you stepped off the ship there was a blatantly obvious shift within the atmosphere. Suddenly the air felt thick and the sky looked even gloomier than it did when you loaded ship. There was this..sense of somberness as you entered the restaurant,almost as if everyone was walking on eggshells.

The restaurant itself was stunning, Dino’s always had great taste, it had a modern contemporary feel..a lot of exposed brick and dark mahogany hardwood flooring. All of the lights were dim, in-caged in black lanterns hanging from the drop-down ceiling, with a big double sided fireplace smack in the middle of the restaurant. Essentially the perfect aesthetic for your standard boujee Instagram picture. The typical layout was changed through..now only sat 2 long black wood tables..connected together so everyone could sit in one place. It appears you two were the last to join the party..two waiters positioned at either side of the entrance, with wine glasses, giving you your choice of white or red. As your eyes gazed around the room, the vibe was just...off, the smiles were short..almost fake..the usual laughter and side conversations were nonexistent. Everyone had the same consensus..there was an unsaid understanding..this meeting wasn't going to be fun.

The little bubble of mob life that your use to was about to burst with you sitting mid-air. It was almost like he could sense your energy hand moving up to rub the small of your back...he didn't say a word..but he knew you were freaking out. Even if you looked calm and collected on the outside, there were two seats left..between Namjoon and Hoseok, Bunny sat to his left, one of the serves came up to pull your chairs out for you, as you two sat down. Desperately avoiding your father's gaze...Taehyung's hand immediately found its home on your thigh, it has genuinely harmless, he knew he had the same effect on you as you did him. "How's our princess doing?" A smile pulling on your cheeks at the sound of his scratchy voice...impossibly thick Boston accent dripping from his lips…

“I'm alright uncle Dino how are you?" Smiling over in his direction his salt and pepper hair slicked back..while he sipped on his whiskey. Dino was in his mid 50’s and he wasn't actually your uncle...but he and your father were very close ...so you've just always grown up calling him that, he always treated your dad like his little brother.

"Alright, well it seems like everyone's here..son..nice of you to finally join us.." Taehyung father stepped in front of the tabled..sliding his blazer off, you watched Tae's cheeks flush at his father's comments. The first sound of laughter erupted through the room, and even if it was at your expense...it was definitely needed.

If Taehyung's father was any indication of how he'd age then ..you were in good shape..he was starting to go gray in certain areas, ...his skin holding the same warm complexion as his sons. Naturally thick brows..thick head of hair slicked backed...Mr. Kim did have facial hair though which was always well groomed..he was always well groomed. Always looking dapper even if he was just in a sweater and jeans.

" I'm sure you're all wondering why your here...I'm not even going to address the altercation earlier because it's not even worth me wasting my breath…" You heard a couple of snickers fill the room once he said that..little side comments here and there "What we're here to discuss is last nights…" incident" and the future of our alliance once we bury Leo in three days…" Letting his eyes pan the room slowly, almost as if he was still trying to get the right words to come out.

"First off...I guess I don't know any other way to say this so I’ll just blurt it out... the four of us knew about the shooting or at least the possibility of it.." The two of you gawked at each other while pretty much the entire table damn near revolted, simultaneously all basically yelling variations of the same thing which was " Excuse me!!?"

"What..do you mean..you kinda sort knew?" Taehyung was the one to actually speak up first brow furrowed in frustration while you gulped down the drink next to you, you didn't even think it was yours, to be frank

. "He means one of Dinos men tipped us off, 2 days prior.. they overheard bits and pieces of Marcos plan. We weren't a 100% but we had an idea, that's why the party was so heavily armed..we just wanted to keep it lowkey, because we went trying to tip him off that we knew…We wanted to see how he'd operate, naturally how he'd execute all of it.." That correlation came from Johnny boy...well at least he was well aware his mothers fucking birthday was going to be interpreted by an unessicarry shoot out.

The look of confusion that danced along the room was almost comical "Are you-" Almost too dumbfounded to even put together a proper sentence... "So wait, please don't tell me you also knew..the two of us were going to end up in a janky ass “taken” knock off staring a damn child, that's barely old enough to work at a packie..because that's a whole different-" A snort hit almost the entire room simultaneously once that left your lips. Namjoon's head whipped around, with the way the night panned out..you never really got the chance to give him the ugh..details of last night's situation.

"That's what fuckin happened? You got janked by a dude that works at a packie?" The look on his face was priceless..pretty much screaming "How fucking stupid are you two.."

The look on Taehyung's face however, proved he didn't find any of this funny, instantly snatching the smirk from Namjoon's lips. As he was obviously still pissed his men let that slip through the cracks. "Yeah, somehow my men were severely incompetent last night" Letting his eyes cut over to Mazda..if looks could kill...a damn bullet would have grazed his head.

"They somehow managed to let some ill-prepared amateur slip his way into the driver's seat..long, long fuckin story.." Clearing his throat before taking a sip of his drink. You watched Hoseok whip back in his chair so his eyes were locked with Taehyung's, voice sitting barely above a whisper.

"Okay well do the other parts in this "Long story" Work more in your favor? Because this doesn't sound too promising man...like...Really a kid.at.a.packie!!!?!" The hint of animation in his voice accompanied by the eyebrow raise earned a chuckle from Tae no matter how annoyed he was.

" Yeah, Fuck you too Jung…" the response returned in the same hushed tone.

"Okay, yeah whatever, now back to my initial question did you guys-" The snarl that left your father's lips cut you off before you could even complete your sentence.

"Really!? No, Luxx, that part we did not know..nor did we know about the dispatch truck or the altercation with Jimin. All we knew is that Marco was planning something, and in all honesty, we didn't know it was a shoot out until-"

" Until I noticed the amount of ammo and gunfire was missing from the safe room. Sorry, we're late by the way we had an ugh..situation.." That voice came from the back door, as he leaned against the frame his leather jacket..accompanied by a designer backpack of some sort hanging off his shoulder. His dark locks disheveled, while a taller, more polished gentlemen stood to his left…Dressed in a black fitted peacoat with a Gucci scarf wrapped around his neck.

"Yeah customs had a great time with me.." The taller gentleman rolled his eyes while running his fingers through his thick dark locks, utter sarcasm oozing from his plum flushed lips. Jungkook and Jin were also invited to this meeting apparently. Fucking great…Jungkook's eyes found yours immediately with a cocky smirk.

Taehyung squeezed your thigh even tighter leaning over to whisper in your ear "Aww look at that...your little fuck buddies here…"

Huffing out in response as you rolled your eyes "Behave Kim Taehyung….." his name coming out sing-song like as a low chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Now we both know I don't know how to do that baby...flirt back with him..I dare you…I'm sure he'd love to watch you get fucked properly.." The base in his voice shot right to your core as if you could even handle more of him tonight. Eyes going completely wide-eyed, slightly paranoid that someone heard..but luckily the people that were on either side of you wouldn't have cared. Tongue grazing against his bottom lip with a smirk, more than pleased at the current state you were in. Knowing good and well he was only riling you up, just to make your body fall apart all over again.

Missing whatever conversation was currently being discussed but it seemed as though they were still discussing the situation with Jungkook and the guns. It appears Marco grabbed some weapons in Vegas and Jungkook didn't question it initially because he's Leo's son, but the amount of ammo he was pulling out of the vault seemed suspect. Of course, Kook didn't wanna seem too obvious and bombarded him with questions. But if something was going on where you guys needed that amount of weaponry...Jungkook would be the first to know. And considering the lack of warning before Marco dropped in..he just knew something wasn't right, which is why he called to give your father a heads up.

The table was starting to break out in multiple separate conversations at this point, everyone speculating "Okay, okay..guys were getting off track!" Mr. Kim elevated his vice ever so slightly, just enough to get everyone to stop talking. "Now..like we were saying...Jungkook tipped us off on the weapons, but as far as Jimin and the dispatch truck goes..we're still trying to figure that out. Speaking of, Luxx , Taehyung, the two of you will be heading back to China with Jin to sort that out!"

Tae nodded seeming a little more enthused than you "Okay, when?"

" Tonight, so you two will need to head out of here first..so you can go home and pack, within the next hour or so will helli the two of you out of here."

There was nothing you loved more than being told your flying across country a good oh I don't know, 4 hours prior. A long sigh leaving your body at that, you hated the flight to Beijing ...14 hours non stop...then considering the funeral was in 3 days you wouldn't be there long enough to even enjoy the city. You'd just be copped up in an industrial building play Nancy Drew while the two of you interrogated the staff .

" Over the past year ...that side of the business has become more so your baby than any of ours so ...we're gonna let you guys handle that investigation on your own. Let's just hope you two can stay ugh, focused...long enough to do so.." Both of your faces flushed at the sound of that..his sarcasm was always so nonchalant and unexpected..which of course earned a snort from the entire table .

"Yeah okay good luck with that" Yoongi smiled over at you while you instantly picked up the closest thing to you...a spoon and chucked it directly at his chest…"Hey Tae, man control your woman…" A smirk moving up Yoongi's face as he said that and Taehyung just smiled..surprising not correcting him for the title he gave you

" I try, but I mean ...the only person she really listens to his her daddy" squeezing down on your inner thigh when he said that..Immediately picking up on the double meaning (s) of that sentence, causing you to squeeze your thighs together as you tried not to laugh.

"Alright, I’m glad we were able to lighten then mood, but obviously we didn't invite you all here to just joke and eat dinner. ." stopping for a second to clear his throat, your father almost seemed nervous...which was rare for him..extremely rare. "As you guys know, Leo started to slowly back out of the business..closing out a lot of his deals, just as he started to get older. Focusing most of his income on his actual...blue collar businesses. Currently, he only has two open files..and those move a little slower than some of the ones we dabble in."

Letting his eyes pan the room..needing a second to collect his thoughts "Well, Leo left all of his business to Dino...titles..everything...and as we know Marco is impulsive..hot-headed-"

"A fuckin pussy.." Taehyung bit in making your father chuckle slightly

"That he is son, I can't disagree...which leads me to our concern. We think he's trying to reopen some of Leo's old connects...right now our biggest concern is where about 90% positive he's trying to reopen the Cabaranao case…." The entire room fell silent at that...the Cabaranao case was a cartel drug case in Mexico, shit got really, really dirty with that one, a couple of people within your team ended up doing time, while others paid their way out of it. Cabaranao was messy, his business was unorganized, he didn't give a fuck about being lowkey. I think he actually got off on the publicity and the "Thrill" of almost getting caught.

His deals were dangerous..every time you sent one of your men out to make a run, you honestly had no clue if they'd ever make it back. But the money was fast..and good..damn good. The aftermath of your alliance pulling out of it is how both Taehyung and your mother ended up murdered, they didn't play fair.Your fathers had no “proof” but they didn't need any...knowing far too well how that circled operated. Your hand immediately finding Taehyung's intertwining your fingers with his as if felt like all the air's been knocked out of your body. Still trying to fathom how he could be so fucking careless. The silence proved that everyone was in shock, no one expected this..of all the things your father would have said this was the furthest thing from your mind.

"So basically the motherfucker either want us all to die...or go to Jail? Nah fuck that' I'm done...I'll handle him my damn self!" You could feel the fumes radiating from Hoseok's body..you could see Bunny out the corner of your eye trying to calm him down. As we all know Hoseok was a "cleaner" in addition to his main job, that's what he's paid to do..make you disappear without a trace, but the problem is, this sat to personal for him. For all of you, so there would be a concern of emotion getting in the way and shit getting messy. But that's the problem with all of this, it is personal and it's going to get messy, really fucking messy. The liability becomes almost suffocating when the issue at hand hits so close to home.

"Shit I'm down.." your eyes shot over to the opposite end of the table..that was the first thing Jimin's said this entire meeting. voice sitting exceptional low, jaw clenched just as tight as the man right beside you.

Taehyung was surprisingly quiet..but how tight his jaw was, in addition to his leg pattering beneath the table..made it pretty damn clear he was fucking furious... "Hoseok, trust me...I know, I know how you feel but we can't operate like this...not like him. We've made it this long because were smarter..cleaner...we handle all of our dirty work..to the tee. Not on a whim…The way he end him..end this is.. gonna take every ounce of skill, and self control that we have.." The calmness in Mr Kim's voice couldn't even ease the feeling that was looming over everyone's head… That deal cost so many people so many things...the fact that he could pretty much just say "fuck you all" just because he wanted a quick buck was mind-boggling.

You found yourself slowly massaging Taehyung's thigh, the fact that he was so quiet through all of this was concerning to say the least. "What are you thinkin baby?" Whispering out against his ear, keeping your tone calm, hoping your energy would transfer… purposely using the endearment hoping it would ease him a little, knowing how much he loved the way it sounds leaving your lips.

"That I'm ready to get the fuck outta here and handle him...my way." Yeah, that wasn't the answer you wanted, staring straight ahead..not even sure what he was looking at, to be honest, he was probably just spaced out, tone lacking any hint of emotion. While his fingers fiddled with the knife to his left, letting a deep huff leave your body, relaxing your posture in your seat. Bringing your hand up to the nape of his neck. Dancing your nails through his chocolate locks, just trying to keep him as relaxed as possible. To your surprise, he didn't seem annoyed, or uncomfortable by your little acts of affection to be honest it almost felt like he needed it. As his opposite hand keeps rubbing light circles along your thigh. Eyes still glued to whatever object held his attention on the wall in front of him. No joke he was probably planning Marcos murder in his head as we speak, I wouldn't put it past him at this point.

The air in the room was so thick, it was literally nauseating I think it was safe to say..no one really cared to have dinner. You heard a couple of phones go off simultaneously and you noticed a pattern when it came to who looked down. There were a couple of people within the alliance that handled intel..in the sense as they were always up to date with the news. Making sure your business or anything that even remotely pertained to you never ended up there, and if it did, they were instantly doing damage control. You watched the look on Jins face contort, and you knew it wasn't good "Ugh, can someone turn on the TV…please, channel 2 news.." Looking around hoping one of the servers heard him and they did, the minute the screen clicked on there was a reporter..on the side of the road in front of a blacked out Benz. Taehyung's blacked out Benz, no one noticed, I mean to be fair it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, that would scream "This is Kim Taehyung’s car" Technically it was just one his drivers used. Maybe the two of wouldn't have given it a second thought either..if the headline didn't' seem.. a little too coincidental.. The scroll along the bottom of the screen reading ...

"18-year-old boy found dead inside a car on the side of the expressway…"

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Angels Are Watching Over You

I decided to write a fluffy, happy, domestic au to combat the terrible feelings that promo gave me ( ** NO SPOILERS I PROMISE**)

Here’s the link for it on my archive if you’d rather read it there : Angels Are Watching Over You AO3

2:07 AM

“Babe.”

Nothing.

“Baabbbee.”

Nothing.

“Babe,” Castiel growls, sticking his head up off the pillow and glaring daggers at the peacefully sleeping man beside him.

With a not so gentle kick to his shin, Castiel finally gets the reaction he was looking for. Dean startles, then grumbles and rubs a fist at his eye. “Whaa-?”

“Your turn.”

“Huh?”

Castiel stabs a finger in the direction of the bedroom door and spits out, “Your. Turn. Go.”

His husband looks where he’s pointing, propping himself up on an elbow and scrubbing at his face with a hand. He yawns and then sits up fully. “Time‘s ‘it?”

“Two in the fucking morning. And it’s your turn! I did the last three.” Castiel puts both hands on his husband’s back and shoves him off the bed.

Grumbling about crabby ass husbands being lucky that they’re cute, Dean stumbles out of the room and down the hall to the last door on the left. He’s not as good at this as Castiel is. He takes forever before he wakes up to the crying and he never understands what each cry means. He doesn’t know the difference between gas or over tired or hungry or just plain unhappy.

He should have remembered to ask Castiel which one it is right now, but he was too busy dealing with the cruel ejection from their nice warm bed.

“Okaay, okay, I’m here,” he coos, padding softly into the nursery. The annoyed, over tired dad in him disappears when he stands at the edge of the crib and peers down at the beautiful baby boy. His tiny fists are tight balls and his little chubby legs are kicking angrily as he wails. “Hey now, Jack. None of that. Daddy’s here.”

Reaching over the railing, Dean picks the infant up and places him against his bare chest, gently rocking and bouncing him as he starts to pace around the room. “What’s wrong little guy? Huh? Tell daddy.”

The baby wiggles in his arms and he feels the weight of his full diaper. Excited that he figured out the problem, but feeling like an idiot for not checking the diaper first thing, he walks over to the changing table and places the baby on it. He pulls out a new diaper and a pack of wipes.

Jack kicks him when he tries putting the new diaper on. “Hey, now. That’s not very polite. I’m just trying to help you feel clean, buddy.”

The little one squawks at him but doesn’t kick him anymore. Just waves his scrunched up fists and gurgles. When the dry diaper is secured and his footie pajamas are buttoned back up, Dean takes him in his arms again and heads back to the crib.

“There we go. Daddy’s getting the hang of this, hey? All better.”

He places Jack in the center of the mattress and brushes a finger down the baby’s soft, chubby cheek. Then he turns on his fluffy white angel mobile that has little angels flying among the stars and watches him coo at it for a few seconds as it slowly twirls, a classical music piece playing.

“Sleep tight, Jack,” Dean whispers. “Angels are watchin’ over you.”

2:49 AM

Jack’s sharp cries wake Castiel up with a start. He sits up and cradles his head in his hands, telling himself to just breathe. They’ve had the infant for eight days now. Eight days of no sleep. Eight days of walking around like a zombie. Eight days of bickering with Dean. Eight days without sex.

He just wants to fucking sleep.

Throwing the blankets off, he slides out of the bed and hurries down the hall, knowing that the faster he soothes Jack to sleep, the faster he can get back to bed himself.

“Alright buddy. We’re okay. It’s okay.” He checks his diaper, noticing that it’s dry, then grabs the pacifier that was tossed to the side and places it in his mouth. The baby rudely spits it out at him and begins to screech again. His angry fists and feet kick out like he’s trying to fight Castiel off. Despite the sleep deprivation and terrible mood, Castiel finds himself smiling. “You’ve got your daddy in you, little guy. I think I’m gonna regret that decision.”

It’s a lie, of course. It took Dean and Castiel three months of fighting to decide who got to be the biological father for their surrogate. Dean was dead set against it being him. He didn’t want the poor kid to be riddled with the alcoholism gene. He was paranoid enough about being a shitty dad, he didn’t want the boy to be lonely and sad and fucked up from the very start. Castiel said that was all bullshit. That Dean would be a great father, and that their son or daughter would never be lonely or sad. He also assured him that he was not fucked up from the start. Hell, he was never fucked up, even at the end. Dean Winchester has always been perfect.

Castiel was dead set on being the father because he was just really looking forward to a little one that looked like Dean. Big green eyes and goofy grin and freckles. So many freckles. Castiel may have been the nerd in high school, and graduated with honors in college, but Dean was the social one. The funny one. The adventurous, brave, happy, beautiful one. Castiel wasn’t worried like Dean was. He had good genes. Good parents. Good siblings. Okay, well, mostly good siblings. He wouldn’t be thrilled with his kid getting Gabriel’s genes.

No, Castiel wasn’t worried about that. He just knew he was the luckiest in the entire world for being the one to have Dean Winchester. He couldn’t think of anything better in his life than having a mini version.

“And you look just like him, Jack,” Castiel whispers to the baby in his arms as he waits for the machine to warm the bottle of formula inside it. “Just like him. All you need is the freckles, but I think those will come. Either way, you’re beautiful. My beautiful boy.”

The baby scrunches his face at him, unimpressed with his sweet words. He just wants his damn bottle of formula. It’s almost like Castiel can hear a tiny little Dean voice bitching at him about being hungry.

The warmer beeps and he grabs the bottle out of it, tilting it for a moment so some formula spills on his wrist. Once he’s checked that it’s warm but not hot, he places the nipple in the baby’s mouth. Jack makes a squeaky little sound of happiness and bats at the bottle with his fists as he sucks his formula down.

“There ya go. That’s it.” Castiel yawns, then cracks one eye open to look at the oven clock. “Now, if you can just let daddy and papa sleep for four more hours, we’ll be so so happy baby boy. Can you do that? Nice dry diaper. Full belly. A good night, yeah? Everyone get some rest and it’ll be better in the morning. We can all cuddle on the couch and watch cartoons. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Castiel reaches the edge of the crib, the bottle nearly empty now. “Wouldn’t it be nice to get some real sleep, Jack? Papa needs some sleep.”

The baby finishes his formula and almost immediately falls asleep, the nipple slipping from his tiny lips. Castiel places the empty bottle on the top of his dresser and presses a firm kiss to his forehead. “That’s it, baby. Sweet dreams.”

He places the baby down in the middle of the mattress and smiles down at him. “Good night, Jack. Angels are watching over you.”

3:21 AM

Dean trips over Castiel’s briefcase on the way out of the room and kicks it in frustration. “Fucking mess. This house is a mess.”

“Well maybe if you cleaned once in a fucking while!” Castiel yells from the bed where he’s still lying beneath the warm covers.

“Maybe if I could fucking sleep.”

“None of us are sleeping, Dean.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not exactly working are you?” Dean scrunches his eyes up, immediately regretting that. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t - what you’re doing is still working, Cas. I know being home with Jack is important. I’m so thankful for you, baby. Your such a good papa to him.”

Castiel grumbles unintelligibly before throwing a pillow at him. “Just get him to bed so we can cuddle, asshole.”

Desperate to make sure things are okay between them, Dean nearly sprints down the hall and into Jack’s room. He threw the pacifier on the floor. Dean picks it up and slides it into the baby’s screaming mouth. Jack sucks at it like it’s oxygen, head rolling to the side as he falls back to sleep.

Doing a silent fist pump in the air, Dean hurries back to the room. He makes sure to avoid the briefcase and pick up the pillow on his way back to the bed, since it was his. Castiel is half asleep but rolls over so he can bury his face against Dean’s chest.

“I’m sorry,” Dean whispers into his husband’s unruly hair.

“Shhh,” Castiel presses a kiss to his chest and smiles against the bare skin. “Go to sleep, my love.”

4:01 AM

Castiel contemplates leaving the house and never turning back. He could get in the car, find somewhere to park, take a nap, and then drive. Drive far and fast away. No babies crying or crabby, mean husbands making him feel like some useless housewife.

“Come on, Jack,” he grumbles, impatiently rocking back and forth. “You ate. You peed. You pooped. You ate. What else is there?”

Adjusting the baby, he cradles him to his chest and bounces instead of rocks, patting his bum. He hums some song he heard on the radio and mindlessly thinks of Shakespeare quotes and literary analysis, missing his college students. Missing being a professor. Hell, he even misses the monotony of grading the downright terrible freshman english papers, from students who are there for math and science and don’t give two shits about writing essays.

Jack makes a choking sound and Castiel pulls him away, his heart skipping as he wonders if his baby is dying. A second later, the sound comes again, and Jack is projectile vomiting onto his chest.

Well, at least it wasn’t his face.

The baby hums appreciatively, then coos and lets his eyes flutter shut.

“Well,” Castiel whispers, sighing. “At least we solved the problem.”

He places the baby down in the crib, amazed that he doesn’t have any vomit at all on him, and kisses the air with a loud smooching sound. He puts the pacifier in his mouth and stumbles out of the room.

“G’night. Angels watchin’ over ya,” he mumbles, not even finishing the sentence until he’s in his own room again.

It takes an awful lot of strength to move past the bed without getting in it, but he knows he has to clean up. When he gets into their attached bathroom, he squints in the bright light and starts to strip, feeling disgusting and sticky and smelly and fucking exhausted. He climbs into the tub and collapses, reaching over to slap at the faucet until the shower turns on, sending lukewarm water over him. He keeps the drain open and just lies back, using the wall as a pillow and closing his eyes.

Just one minute. Then he’ll towel off and get in bed.

4:12 AM

Knowing it’s his turn, Dean sits up in bed and yawns when he hears Jack the next time. He glances at Castiel’s side of the bed and smiles when he sees his husband already got up. God, he loves that man. He collapses against the pillow and smiles to himself, falling back asleep within seconds.

4:17 AM

“Cas?” Dean mumbles, looking around the room, wondering why his husband still isn’t back. Wondering why the baby is still crying.

He pushes off his blankets, getting tangled up in them and falling onto the floor. With a grunt and a few choice curse words, he kicks them off and gets back to his feet, stumbling down the hall. When he gets to Jack’s room, he notices his husband isn’t in it.

Maybe he’s downstairs warming a bottle.

In the meantime, Dean reaches down and takes Jack into his arms. His diaper needs to be changed again. Like a robot, he removes the soiled diaper, wipes the baby with two wipes, one for his front and one for his back, then secures a new diaper on. He buttons up the pajamas and gives him a pacifier, relaxing when the baby goes back to sleep in his arms.

He places Jack back in the crib and mumbles. “Night. Angel’s watchin’ over ya.”

Dean goes downstairs to let Castiel know the bottle isn’t needed anymore, but he’s not there either. He has to tell his heart to calm the fuck down. Sometimes, in the middle of the night like this, thoughts flash in Dean’s mind. Thoughts of what it was like before Jack. Hell, before Castiel, even. One night stands with no responsibilities. Extra whiskey and beer. Food that was terrible for him, because he didn’t have a husband to bitch at him for being healthy. He wonders what it would be like to leave, but he doesn’t leave. He’s never left. He won’t ever leave.

Castiel didn’t leave.

Castiel wouldn’t leave.

Dean yelled at him and made him feel like he was a fucking freeloader or something. What if he got upset? What if he feels unneeded? What if Dean finally did the thing he knew was coming all along? The thing that would fuck up his one chance at being happy?

“Cas?” Dean whisper shouts in a panic, walking through the house. By the time he reaches their bedroom, the very last place he checks, he’s crying. Fully crying. On the verge of sobbing.

He didn’t even leave a fucking note.

He starts searching for his phone and realizes it’s probably in the pocket of his jeans, which he took off to shower before bed last night. That’s when he steps closer to the bathroom and realizes the water is running.

Carefully, quietly, Dean pushes the bathroom door open. He peeks inside and his heart skips. “Oh, babe,” he whispers, even though Castiel clearly can’t hear him.

Smiling in relief, Dean grabs a towel from the rack and walks up to the tub. He turns the water off and kneels on the bath mat. Castiel is sprawled out and snoring. He’s still wearing one sock.

Dean’s never felt so in love in his entire life.

“Baby, hey.” He reaches over and gently shakes him away. “Baby. Wake up.”

“No. Y’r tur’ ‘n Dee.”

Chuckling, Dean whispers, “Yes, honey. My turn. Aren’t you cold? Let me help you to the bed.”

“Mmm.” Castiel bats his eyes to make the drops of water disappear from his lashes, then squints at Dean. “Cold. Bed.”

“Yeah. Cold. Bed. Come on.” He lifts Castiel, holding him up against him as he pulls him from the tub. He uses the towel to dry him off the best he can and helps him back into the bedroom. When they get to the edge of the mattress, Dean has him sit down and does another once over on his body with the towel, making sure to get his hair. “Jack puked on me.”

“And you needed to shower right at that moment?”

Castiel shrugs a shoulder and mumbles, “Gross.”

“God, I love you.”

“You too.”

Smiling, Dean guides him back until he’s lying down, tucking him in and placing a kiss on his forehead. Then he towels himself off from Castiel making him wet, thankful he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and crawls in beside him. Pulling him in nice and tight, Dean cradles him to his chest and closes his eyes.

4:33 AM

Dean slips out of the bed, doing his best not to wake Castiel up. He storms into the nursery with a new give ‘em hell attitude. “Alright, Jack. Listen here. Last time. I’m going to take care of what’s wrong, I’m going to sing you my favorite song that grandma used to sing to me, and then you’re going to sleep until the sunshine is up. Okay? Not until the sun is up.”

He pauses like Jack can answer him, then nods. “Okay. Good plan.”

Clean diaper. Bottle. Pacifier. Bouncing. Rocking. Singing.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder

Movement catches Dean’s eye. He looks over at the doorway and smiles. His gorgeous husband is leaning a shoulder against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. Since he fell asleep with damp hair, half of it is sticking in all directions, the other half flattened. He scrunches his nose and winks at Dean when their eyes meet.

I love you, he mouths across the room.

Feeling warmth grow in his chest, Dean mouths back I love you, too.

Castiel joins him beside the crib as Dean gently places the baby down. He puts his pacifier in while Castiel turns the mobile on. Then Castiel wraps his arm around Dean’s waist, leaning into him, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“When you were in the shower, I couldn’t find you,” Dean admits in a hushed whisper.

Castiel looks up at him with a frown. “Dean. Never. I will never leave you two.”

“Just.” Dean’s eyes dart back and forth between Castiel and Jack. When he finally settles back on Castiel, he’s pleading. “Promise?”

“Promise. I love you, Dean Winchester. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

“Okay. I knew that, I did. I just - I needed to hear it again.”

“I’ll tell you every single day if you need me to.”

Smiling, they both turn to stare down at their beautiful son.

“Good night, Jack. Sleep well,” Dean whispers.

Castiel leans his head against Dean’s shoulder and adds, “Angels are watching over you.”

8:46 AM

Castiel opens his eyes and yawns, stretching an arm out. He lifts his head and squints at the alarm clock, shocked at the time. Dean is still asleep beside him, which means Jack must still be asleep. The worried papa in him makes him go check just in case. He peeks his head into the nursery and watches for a minute. When Jack’s leg involuntarily moves, meaning he’s still breathing, Castiel practically runs back to bed.

He gets under the covers and curls up to his husband, smiling when Dean wraps around him like a damn spider monkey.

“‘Vrythin’ okay?” Dean slurs.

Castiel squeezes him tight and closes his eyes. “Yeah, babe. Everything’s perfect.”

#domesticfluff #domestic au #established destiel #married destiel #dean winchester #castiel novak #human castiel #parenting #sleep deprivation #cute #fluffy #fluff #happy #warm fuzzies #warm fuzzy feelings #baby Jack Kline #new dads #figuring it out #love

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thelastspeecher · 6 years ago

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Got in a mood to write some sappy dad!Stan. So I did. In the Werepire AU. Enjoy some werewolf/vampire babies.

“The soon-to-be fav’rite uncle is here,” Fiddleford sang, knocking on the door to Angie’s hospital room. The door opened. Stan squinted at him.

“Pretty sure Lute’s gonna be the favorite,” Stan said. Fiddleford frowned at him. “Eh, never mind. The girls will make their own decisions.”

“And your son?” Ford asked. Stan stood to the side so Fiddleford and Ford could file in. The lights were dimmed, allowing Angie to sleep soundly in her hospital bed.

“Yeah, about that, turns out the doctor read the sonogram wrong,” Stan replied. “All three of ‘em are girls. Which kinda sucked, since the name we thought of for a boy was Daniel, and we didn’t wanna go with Danielle to replace it.”

“What name did you land on?” Ford asked. Stan grinned.

“Molly. Sure, it won’t match her sisters’ names, but we both like it.”

“A cute name,” Fiddleford agreed. He looked around the hospital room. “Now, where are-” He caught sight of the three hospital cribs lined up next to Angie’s bed. “Never mind, found ‘em.” Fiddleford approached the cribs and began to coo over the infants. Ford turned to Stan.

“What you were worried about-” he started. Stan shook his head.

“Seems like I shouldn’t have bothered worrying. Angie took a good long smell of all three of ‘em right away. Two are werewolves, one is human.”

“One is human?” Ford rubbed his chin. “That doesn’t seem possible. Then again, you having biological children didn’t seem possible, either.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, you didn’t think I could knock Angie up,” Stan said, rolling his eyes. “But now that my kids are actually born, cut it out, will ya? It’s pretty obvious they’re mine.”

“I’ll make my own conclusion about that,” Ford replied. He walked over to the cribs. “…Yes, these are clearly your children.”

“Told you.” Stan joined Fiddleford and Ford by the cribs.

“Which one is which, and which order were they born?” Fiddleford asked eagerly.

“That one’s Molly,” Stan said, pointing to the crib closest to Angie’s bed. The infant inside was awake, staring at the room with wide blue eyes. “Molly Gertrude Pines. She’s the oldest. And also she’s a werewolf, according to Angie.”

“This one’s got the McGucket nose,” Fiddleford crooned, smiling fondly at the crib closest to him.

“Yeah, that one’s Daisy Leigh McGucket. Youngest. And a werewolf.”

“And the middle child?” Ford asked.

“Danica Viola Pines. Human.” Stan grinned. “That’s fine by me. We can keep each other company on full moons.”

“That’s true,” Fiddleford said with a smile. Stan looked over at the door furtively.

“Uh, by the way, did either of you bring any A positive with you?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” Ford said. He nodded at Fiddleford, who removed a thermos from the bag he was carrying. Stan took it gratefully.

“Thanks. Not the best optics to get caught stealing blood from a hospital.”

“You’ve done it before,” Ford said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah. In towns I was gonna skip the next day. But my kids and my wife and I are here for the long haul. I don’t wanna fuck things up.”

“Stanford, don’t get on his case when he’s actually followin’ the law,” Fiddleford scolded. “He’s doin’ the right thing and yer givin’ him grief?”

“I wasn’t-” Ford started. Stan grinned.

“Yeah, Ford, don’t give me grief for doing the right thing.”

“Hmph.” Ford rolled his eyes and looked back down at the cribs. “I’m surprised you haven’t picked one up yet, Fiddleford.”

“I was waitin’ fer permission,” Fiddleford replied. Stan waved a hand.

“Oh, yeah, go for it. Just try not to pick one up that’s sleeping. Apparently you’re not supposed to wake up sleeping babies or something like that.”

“Nope, that’s correct, let ‘em sleep,” Fiddleford said. He reached into Molly’s crib. Angie let out a low growl. Ford and Fiddleford spun around to stare at her. She was still seemingly fast asleep. “Um…”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. She heals fast, but even she is gonna need a couple hours to recuperate after giving birth to triplets.” Stan grimaced. “It was definitely something you need to rest after. And the nurse said that everything went well. I don’t wanna know what it looks like when things don’t go well.”

“…Why should that make us not worry about holding our nieces?” Ford asked.

“Well, she can’t get out of bed and attack you yet. Just stay outta reach and you should be fine.”

“Maybe I’ll hold off on holdin’ my new niece,” Fiddleford said. “Until Angie’s calmed down a bit. If she’s growlin’ at us in her sleep…”

“It’s probably fine,” Stan said. “Here.” He took Daisy from her crib. Angie was silent. “See?” He started to hand her over to Fiddleford. Angie growled again. “Huh. Weird.”

“You are her mate,” Ford pointed out. “She won’t have a problem with you handling the children.”

“You guys are family, too, though,” Stan argued. Angie rolled over, snoring loudly. “C’mon, Fiddlenerd. I know you wanna hold her.”

“Yer right. I do.” Fiddleford took Daisy from Stan. He beamed down at his niece. “Hey there, cutie. Gosh, you’ve got such big blue eyes. Such curly hair. Yer a gorgeous lil one, aren’t ya- hey!”

“What?” Ford asked. Fiddleford looked up.

“She nipped me.”

“She doesn’t have teeth,” Stan said.

“That’s why it didn’t hurt. But she definitely bit down on my finger.” Fiddleford stroked Daisy’s hair. “Somethin’ wrong, honey? I’ve never met a baby what bit so soon after being born.” Daisy began to fuss loudly. “Oh, dear.”

“Here, lemme take her,” Stan instructed. Fiddleford handed Daisy over. Daisy immediately calmed down. “What’s the matter, kiddo?” Stan asked softly. “You pissed at your uncle? I get it, he ticks me off, too.” Ford smiled. “And I guess I shoulda expected you to bite. I mean. Your dad is a vampire and your mom is a werewolf, so.” Stan beamed in pride. “You really take after your old man, huh? Want me to teach you how to box? Yeah, I’ll do that. You’ll be the best damn boxer since Muhammad Ali.”

“That’s so sweet,” Fiddleford whispered to Ford. Ford nodded.

“He’s going to be quite the father,” Ford replied softly. There was a small chuckle from the hospital bed. Fiddleford and Ford looked over. Angie had woken up. She was fondly watching Stan interact with Daisy.

“Yer wrong,” Angie said. “He’s not goin’ to be quite the father. He already is.”

#it's sappy but idc I wanted some sappy #I'm always a sucker for sappy dad!Stan #Werepire Stangie AU #Stangie Family #Stangie #Fiddleford McGucket #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #ficlet #my writing #speecher speaks

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psychic-timetraveler · 5 years ago

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Time Traveler’s Oliver and Company AU

About the AU (x) Other Drabbles (x) ___________

Part 5: The Heist Beings

The weekend went by more entertainingly than Rose ever would have thought. It was spent along the sides of her new gang of hackers. Something about being around their company as just so… refreshing.

This was the first time in a long while she was around a positive group of adults. As a whole they were all very childish and fun to be around, but individually they were each their own sort of person that she needs. The two designated “moms” of the group, Charlie the childish leader who was very funny and had great stories, Doug was the arguer who always needed to apply too much logic to everything, and then there was Quincy who was the worrier who wanted to make sure that she was looked after and safe. When they were all together it was just a group roast in between conversations of complete seriousness when it came to their new job and client.

That Sunday evening, Melissa was the one who took Rose back to her apartment. It was the closest to her high school. Well, it was still a partial hike but a helluva lot closer than the others. Though Melissa had taken her home, she had told her that Lila would be the one who met her at the subway station to actually walk her to the school. Her two hacker moms would keep very watchful eyes on her.

Despite spending a good portion of the weekend with all of them, and all day Friday with Quincy, she needed this one on one girl bonding time with those two. Strong female role models were needed. Most of the homes that Rose had been in and out of were lackluster or nonexistent and just wanting the money.

That Monday morning Melissa made sure Rose was up and alert at stupid o’clock so she could make her half hour commute to school easier. Coffee cups in each hand, one for each of them, she walked them to the subway block away from her apartment. The lights of the city seemed to make the morning seem more bright to wake up. The sun wasn’t quiet cresting over the horizon and it seemed as if was going to be a rainy day.

The second Melissa watched Rose put in her headphones and get on the subway was when she texted Lila. They were the moms that they knew Rose needed. Plus they knew how the subway systems were. Rose is a big girl, but she didn’t know this city like they all did.

Lila had been waiting by the stairs at Rose’s subway stop. She saw Rose step off the train and pull out her headphones. It did take her a second to actually see Lila but smiled when she did. Rose just wasn’t used to having a small entourage of people watching out for her well being. Especially one being a taekwando teacher who was currently her bodyguard. Quincy was muscular and well built but a tiny woman who was a taekwando master was a bit more comforting.

She wished her a good day at school and they parted way. What mattered was she wasn’t late to school which was a plus. Actually, she was on time for once. By that point she had tossed out her empty coffee cup in the first trashcan she saw in the hallway before heading to her locker.

She was so grateful that her laptop was still in there. Though as tempting as it sounded to just jump into her locker and scream for a while. The screaming sounded nice. She took off her jacket and went to hang it up but instead stuck her head in her locker and screamed.

“Wow, I know school’s bad but damn.”

Rose pulled her head out and saw Brad smiling at her, leaning against the locker next to hers. She gave him a tired look. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He laughed. “You good there?”

“It could be worse.” She hung up her jacket and shut her locker. “Actually had a decent weekend, first in a while.”

“What’s that like? Being able to say that?” He joked. After realizing what he said he cringed a bit. “Sorry. That sounded really awful out loud.”

“It’s okay.” She leaned up agains the locker next to him.

The bell cut their conversation short. The two let out a collective groan at the sound. The halls began to actually start moving and doors opened to classrooms.

“I guess I’ll see you in English?” Rose asked then, knowing very well they would see each other.

“If I don’t kill myself first, then yes.” He joked.

“Same.” She laughed.

With that, they parted ways for their morning classes. Their shared English class was right after all of the lunch periods were over, two periods before dismissal. That would be the perfect time for the hacker plan to go into motion.

The morning drug by as any dreary Monday morning in high school would go. Even worse for one suffering with senioritis! Somehow the day kept on with an occasional text in their collective hacker group chat, appropriately named ‘IRL Mr. Robot’. She had found out Charlie named the group chat. Some bits of fun was going on that kept her sane throughout the day.

Somewhere around lunch she had been sitting with a few of her other friends when she had gotten a text from Quincy, or Dodger in her phone. She had remembered that he wasn’t one for the group chat and mostly kept it on mute. So seeing his name pop up was refreshing.

Still going through with the plan?

She texted him back quickly with, yes i’m going to ask him in a little bit

Okay great

He was such a guy when it came to texting. She forgot about the messages throughout the rest of lunch. It wasn’t until the next period where she had gotten a follow up text from Quincy.

Hey just be careful with everything. Not sure what kind of guy this is so just please be careful. If you need help just call me, no matter what time it is

Something about his words just made her smile. He did legitimately care about her. This man she literally ran into a few days ago showed her more compassion than every single foster parent she had wrapped together, and then some.

She at least waited till her business class was over before texting him back on the way to her English class.

Thanks, really. That means a lot. I should be fine, but I’ll let you know if I need help

Within seconds he texted back; I was a high schooler once too, they can be assholes

With an eye roll she responded; you still are an asshole

Rose had entered her English class and slumped into her seat. That was when the response popped up. She could read the utter defeat and sigh in his message.

I knew you would start to fit in too well

She just responded with a smiley face emoji and slid her phone back into her backpack. As she was grabbing the book they were reading for class and her notes, her seat partner sat down. Though she didn’t sense his presence right away. She popped back up and nearly jumped out of her seat when she saw Brad already next to her.

“Jesus, don’t do that again!” She laughed. “Jerk!”

He laughed. “Sorry.”

“Did not ask for a heart attack late in the day. That would’ve been nice first period.”

“If that isn’t a mood I don’t know what is.” He groaned and thumped his head on his desk. “What happened in the chapters we were supposed to read? I didn’t read shit.”

Rose gave him a brief synopsis of the book and it ended with Brad groaning.

“Jesus that sounds painfully boring.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ya know, reading isn’t that boring.”

“It painfully is though.” He argued.

“Or I could just help you study for the quiz on Wednesday?” She offered. This was it. She was making the move to attempt to get in.

“Oh man would you really?” He poked his head up at the thought. “Seriously?”

“Well, yeah. You want help and I want to not be home. It’s a win win for the two of us.”

“Yeah!” Brad smiled. Wow he was like an over excitable puppy. “No that really does sound amazing. I’ll be sure to wait for you at the school entrance then after last bell and we can head back to my house.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She smiled.

With that, she went back into her bag to grab her phone. There was still a minute left before the bell rang and their teacher got annoyed if phones were still out. She went into the group chat and sent the message; I’m in.

The plan was in motion and all that needed to be done was to plant the flash drive in her backpack. Everything was going according to the plan.

#disney au #oliver and company au #writing post #drabble series #category: time traveler #category: ttAU #wip

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bolbianddolanhouse · 6 years ago

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BNHA AU [self insert]

Nani the heck is this? read here!

Chapter 1: *plays Joji’s Yeah Right*

“...and heres your living quarters, fully furnished and with groceries that’ll last a while” said my case worker as I meekly followed next to them.

“thank you! its really nice.” I said, trying to not sound sad.

“I know its tough being young and by yourself, but I believe in you Miss Palma! Don’t hesitate to give us a call if you have questions or need other arrangments.”

“thank you for your kind words, I’ll keep that in mind” I said as politely as I could because I knew I wasn’t going to call them for shit. “Ill get my luggage out of my car, its not much so I’ll be fine if you need to leave”

“oh alright, Ill leave you to settling in and remember that a UA staff will be coming by with your uniforms tomorrow in the afternoon.”

oh jeez I forgot about that, not looking forward to get fat shamed in this country, let alone by a school staff. “oh right! it almost slipped my mind that here you wear uniforms in high school! hehe thank you for the reminder!”

“no problem! Bye bye”

oof! I was getting tired of pretending to be polite to that case worker. The past 3 months has been tough with the whole being sent away from my family and finding a school with nearby housing. At least I can sleep well without thinking where I’ll end up next. I unpack my 3 suitcases of clothes, personal belongings, cosmetics and other nessities. I take out my framed photo of my family and place it on my bed stand, I miss them and the doggos. I try not to cry and continue to put my things away. I made myself dinner, took a bath and laid in bed; and I’m thinking if I should call my parents to tell them I got settled. I checked the time, it was 4am their time, I sent a text instead.

[Hola mama y papa! ya estoy en mi apartamento, es muy lindo. Llama me cuando puedas, te extrano mucho y tambien a los doggos!]

I haven’t talked to my parents in a week because of the whole phone arrangement and being too busy with the entrance exam. Now I guess I’ll sleep and do some school supply shopping after meeting with the staff member.

-the next day-

Its saturday and its gloomy out and I wake up thinking, great! even the sky knows its going to be a rough day today! I get dressed, eat and gluzzle down my daily 2 cups of coffee. I scroll through my private social media handles to check on my friends, looks like they’re having fun, without me. I suck in the tears because I know DAMN well they’re sad I’m gone too. I distract myself with memes and I think maybe I should make some tea? and some cookies too? do i even have tea? I go through the cupboads and pantry, the case worker wasn’t kidding when they said that I had groceries that’ll last a while! I had 2 different types of tea, dry pastas, canned goods, snacks and some traditional ingredients for japanese and mexican cusine. I go searching for a kettle or teapot and I find a juicer in the way back of the top cupboard. There was a note on the juicer that said ‘to the next tenant, my wife didn’t want to take this big, messy thing to our next place, hope you find use out of this!’ I laugh at the idea that there was probably a lovers quarral over the juicer. I make tea and some green juice, just so I can get rid of the bundle of kale in the fridge, I hate kale. I make some cookies too but its just so I can get my mind off things since I was so nervous on meeting this staff member. Right on the dot, at 3pm, theres a knock at my door. I look through the peep hole and I see this woman with blue eyes and dark purple-ish, black hair in busniess causal attire. I open the door and put on my best ‘everything is ok’ face.

“hello! are you Miss Palma?”

“yes I am! are you the UA staff member with the uniforms?”

“I am! its so nice to meet you, I am Kayama sensei or better know as Midnight”

“Midnight? Ok um, would you like to come inside?”

“oh yes, thank you! Now I understand that you live alone?” she said as she walked in to the apartment.

“yes thats correct, I got here yesterday and settled in”

“oh wow, and at such a young age! Well If you need anything or need to talk about anything thats bothering you, please let me know! This whole you being separated from family and home worries me” She said in the most sincer tone that I almost started crying. I haven’t heard single person talk to me so genuinely since I left America and I need a trusted adult to help me, I heavily considered her offer.

“oh thank you for your offer, I might need some help in a few weeks BUT for now, may I offer you some tea? coffee? green juice? maybe some cookies?”

“green? juice? whats in it? I’ve never heard of green juice before”

“oh right! its a California health culture thing. Its the juice of pinapple, apple, kale, lemon and cucumber. The combination of the fruits and vegetables is for a healthy disgestive system and energy for before or after exersize”

“that sounds tasty! Ill have green juice please”

I serve her the juice and sit across from her in the living room. I see the clothing bags and think that thats alot of clothing bags just to give me 3 sets of uniforms. She drinks the juice and wanted to say something about my expression when I saw the bags but her eyes widened and she looked at the cup of juice.

“OH MY GOODNESS! this is the best and freshest juice I’ve ever had NO JOKE! You said this is a thing where you’re from? I need to invest in a juicer to make this at home!” she said so shocked and I was surprised to recieve the praise like I invented the juice.

“I’m glad you like it! Its like a little slice of my hometown to me to you”

“oh? ok back to business! I see you eyeing the uniforms, you want to try them on? I brought some sizes up and down from the given mesurements.”

“um ok sure! Let me take these to try on in my room, ill be right out”

I take the bags to my room and I zip them open and I see the white collared shirts, gray blazer looking thing and skirts. I think oh jeez my ass is definately not gonna fit in these bitches. I put on the shirt and blazer that best fit and lastly the skirt, SUPRIZE! you can see my ass cheeks hanging out from the bottom. I walk out of the room to Midnight.

“ok so I found a shirt and top that fits well on me BUT the skirt...” and I turn around and show her my exposed ass cheeks peeking underneath.

“oh dear, thats definately not in regulation! Ok so you need a longer skirt? like... another 6 inches?” she said as she takes out a measuring tape from her purse.

“um yea, if thats doable”

“it is but we won’t have that ready until the 1st day of classes, so I guess for now, try on the pants and see if any of those fit”

Great. I’m going into a new school, misgendered and foreign passing. 2 of the pants in the clothes bag fit well....too well. We said our good byes and I had at least 2 sets of uniforms ready until I get a proper pair. No matter, at least my ass won’t be hanging out at school. I go school supply shopping and came upon the holy grail of stationary, SCENTED PAPER AND GLITTER PENS. Of course in the pastel rainbow colors and matching lead pencils. I get a whole matching set along with a backpack, water bottle and coffee tumbler. I was going to soon regret that matching set (more on that later) but I was just SO happy that I was pink, pretty and sparkly.

-Fast forward to the 1st day-

I was in a much better mood because the sun was out, the coffee smelled particularly good, I made myself look cute but toned down for a good 1st day impression. I grab my keys and think I think I’m forgeting one detail? What could it be? and I thought Oh! I need to text my parents that I’m happy and I’m going to school now! I am noticably happy that the nice front desk lady of my housing noticed and wished me luck on my 1st day. I get in my car and I have 1 hour to get to school but its only a 8 minute drive and I wanted to circle to find parking and see where the entrance is so I can teleport from wherever I parked. I pass the gates before seeing the parking and I think oh cool its just right there! but Ill still teleport in the front. I park and I don’t even get out of my car, I just hug my backpack and teleport in front of the gates. I start walking toward the gates and try to not smile like an idiot but I start to notice all the looks and stares. And I think oh they just don’t recongize me because I look foreign or didn’t see me at the entrance exams. As a enter the 1st year doors I hear

‘yo you see that guy? he looks as pretty as a girl! Guess his favorite color is baby pink? Are they wearing eyeliner? I wonder how long is his hair? That bun is tastful, no homo tho!’

I FORGOT THAT PANTS ARE THE BOY’S UNIFORM AND MY SKIRTS ARE STILL BEING TAILORED! I socially already fucked up, guess I won’t be making friends anytime soon. But I guess I’m glad they think I’m a pretty girl in the boy’s uniform? I walk up to the table at the furthest hall on the right that says International Student Check In thats me. I get greeted by a man with a boombox looking thing on their neck, black pants and jacket, small triangle sunnies and yellow hair.

“HEEYYY welcome to UA!”

“oh thank you! I am Itati Palma, American student”

“okay lets see, palma palma paruma AH found you! OH YOURE THAT JAZZY SAX GIRL THAT TURNED HERO!”

oh jeez who put that on my record?! “hehehe yea thats me”

“coolio jazzy girl! Heres your schedule, pins and a note from Midnight”

“pins?”

“yeeeaahh! pins to put on your uniform to let other students and staff where youre from and get to know you better!”

I open the small manila pouch into my hand and two pins fall into my palm, the American and Mexican flag. I look at them and tried not to cry, I missed my home and chill life in Cali.

“hey hey! your classes are on the 3 hall on the right, door all the way down.”

“oh right!” that snapped me out of my sentiment, “thank you again! Mr?”

“they call me Mic sensei”

“Mic? ok thanks!”

I walk quickly to my classroom, I get to the outside of the door and think welp, heres to 3 years of being called pretty boy and other dumb shit. I open the door and I see 9 desks and 5 people already there. Oh jeez, what a small class size but at least nobody is staring at me. I sit in the middle seat, though I prefer the front desk but they were already claimed! Guess classroom culture is different here too. In front of me was a boy to what I thought was a Japanese native until they turned and I caught a glimpse of their pin, they’re Korean! They noticed my pins too and had a confused look as they gave me a once over.

“You’re an...american? and mexican? You traveled quite a ways”

“um yeah hehe, I am Itati Palma by the way!”

“hmm, nice to meet you Palma-san, I’m Jin Matsui”

“nice to meet you too!”

Before I could ask them where in Korea are they from, the door slammed open. A tall and muscular white-blonde girl walked in, I tried so hard not to stare at them but they looked so tough and wondered if that’s part of their quirk. She sat behind me and Jin and I turned around to get a better look at them. I saw their pins, the Russian and Japanese flag, shes also a foreign student. She looked up with a death stare at me and Jin but then her eyes widened and she smiled.

“ah! fellow foreigners! Hello!” she spoke in a predominate Russian accent that matches so well with her image.

“um yeah! Hello, I’m Itati Palma”

“Hi, and I’m Jin Matsui”

“Palma-san and Matsui-san?Milana Mikhalia Oleshin, very nice to meet you!”

Oh my! A long and hard to pronounce name, I guess we aren’t at nickname or first name basis yet for everything to go smoother. I turn to my bag because I got a text, its my parents!

[Hola mija! Que bien que estas feliz hoy! Te amo y ponde bien en tus studias, dios te bendiga.]

Oh mom, you have no idea how bad I had it earlier. I look around and see everyone has nice, canvas school bags and I have my baby pink one with a puppy on it. And everyone had normal stationary and you can smell and see mine from across the hall. Oof, what I’d give to redo today. I look at my schedule and see that I have a short school day this semester.

Palma, Itati (F) (International) Intelligence Core Program [1-A]

Homeroom......9a-10am..........................................Intelligence Wing, room 1-A

Weaponery.......10:15am-11:50am.........................................Gym

Hero Course [Ethics and Laws].....12p-1:15p...........Hero Wing, room 1-A

Free Period.........2:50p-3:30p.......................................TBA

Intelligence Course[Statistics&Strategy]3:45p-4:40p..Intelligence Wing,room 3-A

Seems like a reasonable schedule, better than America. I didn’t know that Oleshin-san was peeking over my shoulder to read my schedule.

“YOURE THE GIRL THAT TESTED OUT OF GENERAL STUDIES?!”

I jumped in my seat “um yea?”

“I heard about you! The staff and school district are boasting that they got the potentially genius level international students. They said that theres 2 of them here at UA and they are jumping straight into course work! One has placed college level English and 3rd year Level Strategtic Thinking! And thats you!”

Jin turns around, looking bootytickled “erm, what? Let me see your schedule.”

He scans and compares it to his “well theres proof that you are one of those students, but then again, so am I”

I take a look at his, almost identical except they’re not taking the hero course, but second year english. What a weird turn of events that I’d be in the same class as other international students in the same school arrangments? I guess they’re my friends now.

A clean cut man in a blue jumpsuit with multiple patches on the arms opens the door. I just knew they were our teacher, it shows that he’s been through it all and has wisdom to bestow upon us.

“Hello, good morning students, if you could all take your seats so I can get things started”

Everyone fell into place and was attentive.

“Welcome to the Intelligence Program, You can call me Diya sensei, I’m a retired secret service of Japan better known as Agent 99 code name ‘Space Cowboy’”

I tried so hard not to laugh at that code name, I wondered why he was called that. Maybe his quirk?

“Now to take roll, say present when I say your name”

He finished roll and said “huh, 3 international students? I expect impeccable work from you three. I won’t slow down for you”

I somehow wasn’t scared of that statement. Before moving on to explaining the coursework and lessons, a lizard bolted from the window and to Diya sensei. He let out one of the most high pitched yelps and retreated to the corner. How can a man so sharp and decorated, be reduced to a crying mess over a lizard? Matsui-san captures the fast lizard and wraps it in his gym towel to take outside after homeroom. Sensei regains his composure and continues class like nothing happened. After homeroom, we all had weaponery but we didn’t get to use any gear or weapons yet. Instead we got measured for our jumpsuits and PE clothes plus got settled in the locker rooms. To my surprise it was co-ed locker rooms since it was a small class size and only 3 girls. Everyone was respectful of eachother’s bodies and privacy. Next I was supposed to go to the ethics class but in Midnight’s note, she said that I start that class on Wednesday so for the time being, I have to report to the staff room to meet with them. I go to the staff room and on the way I see a class doing drills with quirks outside, it looked fun and everyone looked so focused. I get to the staff room and Midnight hands me my tailored skirts and 3rd set of uniform. I also got to know the other teachers and staff including the principal, a big ass fuckin rat. I was about to punt that bitch when they opened the door if they didn’t start talking. Other than that, it was a nice time and then there was lunch. I walked in the cafeteria and saw the long ass lines and said ‘fuck that’, so I teleported to my car and ate my packed food in there. Next was my free period, Midnight said that it was alright for me to wander around campus so I can get to know the place better so I can teleport from class to class. I wander around without my bag, just my phone and schedule with school map folded in my pocket. I go to the hero wing to find the 1-A room, nobody was in there, maybe its gym time for them? I pass by a group of 3 upper classmen, A boy with black hair and pointy ears, a taller boy with lemon colored hair and a girl with long sky blue hair. They all looked at me as I passed by and I felt intimidated because they have a strong presence to them but I didn’t know why or how. I hid behind the corner and heard them talking about me,

“did you see that? I made accidental eye contact and I think I’m going to be sick”

“hmm, do you think thats the international student Mirio? They had an american flag pin”

“Maybe? Theres no description of them other than they’re American and a 1st year in the Intelligence program”

“wait, sceret service? I thought they saved their school from a gang by disabling the leader? Why are we interested in her again Mirio?”

“She’s a true hero Amajiki! We could learn alot from her and maybe change their mind to be a hero, like they were meant to be”

What the heck was that Lemon boy going off about? A hero? Change my mind? Learn from me? I turned the corner to tell them off but they were gone and I wasn’t about to go looking for them. I wander some more and the bell rings and a swarm of students come out of their classrooms, I couldn’t naviagate around and I think, guess Ill teleport, BUT THEN I COULDN’T! Like when I was acting up back home and my mom would use her erasure quirk on me to prevent me from escaping. But my mom couldn’t be here!? Then what the fuck is going on? Then a man’s voice from behind me spoke,

“are you lost young lady?”

I turn around and I’m shaking in fear before I even see this mystery man. I see him and he’s a tall, dark long haired with eye bags. I knew right away he was the one who erased my quirk, his eyes glowed the same way my mom did when she activated her quirk. Mom i thought and how much I missed her and I couldn’t hold back my tears this time. I cried in front of this man I just met. He arched his brow then gazed his eyes on my flag pins. He gasped and deactivated his quirk.

“oh no I’m sorry Miss! I didn’t mean to scare you to tears, are you alright?”

I stammered “um uhhhh -sniff- I’m, I’m ok! um I’ll just leave”

“no please, let me escort you to your next class, I feel terrible for making you cry. Especially on the 1st day”

I felt sort of better when he offered, I let him walk with me.

“you didn’t scare me, I cried because you and my mother have the same quirk and looking at your glowing eyes reminded me of her and how much I miss her”

“oh! same quirk you say? Were you a trouble maker?”

“nah, I would try to teleport away when it was time to do housework when I was younger and she’d disable my quirks so I couldn’t escape and HAD to do chores”

He laughed “what a woman! Say, your not from around here huh?”

“nope, I’m from America with hispanic roots”

“OH! you’re an ethnic American! That’s why you have two flags.”

“yup, I got here about a week ago and settled about 3 days ago”

“yeah, Midnight told me about you. You’re a very unique indivdual, how are your classes so far?”

“nothing interesting yet”

“well hopefully things pickup soon, oh i think this is your wing”

“um oh yea it is, thank you for walking me over, Mr?”

“Mr Aizawa, or better known as Eraserhead”

“Eraserhead? um ok thanks again!”

“no problem, see you wednesday”

“wednesday?”

“yea, I’m the Hero Course ethics teacher. See you then!”

Then this man deadass walks away after dropping that bomb on me? What a legend, can’t wait to sit in his class. My last class was more up my alley and the upperclassmen were so nice that I didn’t feel any different from them. I walked to my car to reflect on all the shit that happened today and what I am going to do to make school bearable. The drive to my place was pleasant but I saw a bunch of students walking together like they just became friends and wanted to spend more time together. I felt a little lonely when I got home, I remembered when I was in america and I would talk to my friends after school and how they’d wait for me after band practice to hang out. I took off my uniform and hanged up my new ones and had one really good cry. I haven’t cried that hard in months and it was much needed for my mental health. I washed up and ate and tried to just forget all the dumb shit of the day when I laid down to sleep.

-fast foward to Wednesday-

“hey Palma-san! did you do the online homework for stats and strats?”

“yee, did you?” I said knowing damn well what Matsui-san was going to say.

“psh! course I did, I was just making sure you did it so you might have something to do during free period”

“HEY! T-posing through the halls IS a viable thing to do! I was studying where everthing is on campus for future use”

“IS NOT WHEN YOU LEVITATE AND SCREECH IN THE BOYS BATHROOM WHILE I’M IN THERE!”

Before I could retort back, Oleshin-san butted in,

“aye Palma-san, you excited for your hero course class?”

“oof yee, the teacher is kinda hot”

“I SAW and I’m jealous! You have to tell me if the boys in that class are hot too!”

“ugh, don’t you two have better things to talk about than butts and boys?”

“I’m so excited tho! To meet anybody thats outside our program and learning new things?! I just hope they like me, I even made them cookies”

“Palma-san nani the heck!? I want a cookie”

“You guys can get a cookie during lunch if theres any leftovers”

I quickly change after weapons class and bolt to the hero wing. I walk down the hall and I’m really feeling nervous! I look at my coffee tumbler and felt calmer as I took a sip. Ok Ita, you can do this, no chickening out now I psych myself up as I stand in front of the door. I open the door, expecting everyone to be strewn about and talking...nope. I walk in and everyone is in their seats and sensei was standing up in the front and I disrupted them. Everyone was staring and I instantly get flushed and I check to make sure I was in the right classroom and said,

“did I fuck up?”

“no actually I was just talking about you, perfect timing!” said Aizawa with a smile. “why don’t you come up and introduce yourself?”

“um ok” I said as I scanned the room. I got up to the front, chugged down my coffee for dominance, did a quick spin for drama and put on my ‘I swear I slept a normal amount of sleep last night’ face.

“Hi hello~ My name is Itati Palma and I’m from America! The reason I don’t look like one is because my ethnic background is hispanic, or in other words, both of my parents are from Mexico but I was born in America. My quirk isn’t the strongest or the most useful BUT I can be of better help in other parts of combat, so please, we don’t have to be friends but lets all work hard together” I bow respectfully and turn to sensei.

“nice speech kid, you can take the seat on the third row”

“um ok thanks”

As I’m walking toward my seat, sensei walks out saying he’ll be right back with more handouts. I sit and I feel all eyes on me, giving me the once over. The person in front of me has a bird head but normal human body from the neck down, the person behind me has half their face covered with multiple limbs and the person on my left has red spiky hair and was staring REALLY hard at me. I almost didn’t want to look at them until sensei came back, I just sat there blushing really hard.

“Kirishima! stop staring at her! Can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable?!” said the boy with glasses making chopping motions.

“Oh sorry! Its just that I’ve never seen curly hair of that type in person, you have really nice hair and your backpack is cute”

“um thank you, I feel sorta out of place with it tho, everyone else has normal bags”

“tch, makes you look like a little girl” muttered the boy with the blonde hair.

“Kacchan thats so rude! I think their choice of bag is cute and different in a good way” said some broccoil looking ass.

“well um, not to change the subject, but I made you guys cookies! I got up extra early to bake them”

“Cookies?! oh how sweet of you!” joked the pink girl.

“Oh here, let me help you with that” said the boy with glasses as he stood up.

“oh no I got this” I take out a package of colorful napkins and the box of cookies and I toss the napkins up and activate my quirk to pass out the napkins. Then I opened the box and gave everyone a cookie and gave sensei 3.

“so cool! you passed out the treat without getting up!” squealed what I assume to be the invisible girl.

“THESE COOKIES ARE SOOO YUMMY TOO!” proclaimed the boy with a black streak in their yellow hair.

Everyone was in a better mood and I got compliments for my cookies, I was in my happy place. After class, as I was packing my bag, the boy with the glasses came up to my desk

“thank you for the cookie, Palma-san, you really know how to bring a crowd together”

“oh thank you, uhhhhh”

“hm? OH my name is Tenya Iida, sorry I forgot to introduce myself earlier”

“Iida-san? oh its alright, its nice to meet you”

“I haven’t seen you around halls, sensei tells us your in a different program? Is it true?”

“Yes its true, also the school is kinda big and I can be easy to miss in a crowd because I’m so short”

“I see, well its lunch time! May I walk you to the lunch room?”

“oh thank you but I usually eat in the parking lot” I soon regreted my words because this square faced, glasses wearing ass gasped and grabbed me by the wrist followed by dragging me down the hall.

“You’ve been by yourself during such social time?! Now I have a better reason to bring you to the lunch group!”

“eating by yourself isn’t a huge deal” I say but looking back, thats all I’ve been doing.

“A true hero never lets a fellow classmate eat alone!”

I get aggitated and retort “well what if they want to be alone!” as I teleport out of his grip and 3 feet behind him. He sees the whole thing and stopped on the dime, he was shocked.

“you, you used your quirk to escape my grip? What is your quirk exactly?”

“Heck, um its Mid-range Telekinesis, I can levitate, levitate others and objects and teleport about 2 miles at a time.”

“thats incredible power! what do you mean your quirk isn’t strong or useful?! You’re gifted in so many ways!”

I wasn’t having fun anymore, he wasn’t letting me talk or left me alone when I said I wanted to.

“please stop”

“hmm? stop what”

“stop, talking about my quirk like I’m some sort of show horse”

“Show horse? no no no! I didn’t mean to-”

“STOP!” I didn’t want to hear it, I just wanted to hide. Tears were welling up in my eyes.

“what is going on here? Tenya, what are doing to that poor girl?” it was Midnight. “oh no, are you ok Itati?” and I start to cry when she made eye contact with me.

“its ok, you’re ok! please don’t feel sad” she comforted me as she held me, “why don’t you go to lunch Tenya, I’ll take care of things here”

“but I- I mean-”

“please, she’s been through too much already”

He walked away, looking back every few steps. Midnight escorted me to the staff room so I can calm down a bit and talk about what happened.

“You want to talk about it?” she asked me softly.

“yea, the school culture is too much for me”

“how so? Are you not making friends? Are the classes too hard?”

“its mostly the students outside of my program, they’re too into their hero agenda to be the best that they aren’t considering other’s personal feelings or perfernces”

I then tell her about the 3 upper classmen that talked about me and what Iida told me as they dragged me down the hall.

“oh I see now, it almost feels like you’re being targeted and pressured.”

“yeah, I want to learn about this hero culture more but this is too much at once. It’s strange because back home, I was so used to be part of the crowd and stand out when I wanted to. And here it feels like I breathe a little too loud and I’m suddenly getting looks”

“ok, I’m glad you aren’t giving up. But if they start getting physical and racist, please let any of the staff know.”

“alright, Thank you Midnight! I don’t know what I’d do without you”

I go about my day and tell Matsui and Oleshin what happened after school. They weren’t too keen about it,

“That glasses wearing asshole!”

“yea not good on a future hero if you tell me”

“We got your back Palma-san”

“YEAH! we international students have to stick together, its scary being alone”

“yea Matusi-san is right. If any of those hero asses try any of us, I’ll flex on them and toss them in the trash!” Oleshin-san said as she flexed her strong arms.

“And I can portal us to safety or anywhere really” Matsui-san said as he jumped.

“oh guys! I’m gonna cry again!” I said because I was so touched by their words.

“and I’ll T-pose, screech and rise on them. Maybe levitate them in the trash too”

We all laugh as we flex and T-pose together in the school parking lot. They walked me to my car. We were about to part ways to head home when I said

“hey, um you guys can call me Ita, if you want”

“Ita? then you can call me Jin”

“oh we doing short hand! then you can call me Mimi”

“Jin and Mimi huh? ok! see you guys tomorrow”

“bye!”

“until tomorrow”

As I drove home, I thought Holy shit I just made friends.

-End Chapter 1-

#bnha #mha #self insert au #chapter 1 #not canon #will update regularly #ask me anything

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shyanlibrary · 6 years ago

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Hey there, I'm in the mood to be absolutely destroyed by some sad shit, so can you please give me some good, angsty tearing-my-fucking-heart out shyan fic recs? Give me as many as you have. I'd be very grateful (and hopefully devastated at the end of it heh)

Welcome to Sad Town, everyone ~ Please note that most of these either have Major Character Death warning or no Happy Ending.

The Body That Lies by Lafayette1777

Summary: Ryan is dead and haunting Shane. Because he misses him, of course.

But also to prove a point.

Rated: Not Rated (T)

Commentary: Ah, that beautiful Major Character Death that makes you wish you were the one dead. This fic destroyed me since the first time I read it and it’s also my favorite ghost story in the fandom. Like– we got some really good stuff with the AU, but this one is– like, kind of, the most realistic and human I’ve read so far.

It gives you a grief that resonates with you, your soul, it breaks your heart and makes you cry. It takes you from the extraordinary beginning to the human ending, and it makes you believe at the end. It’s wonderful.

contrapposto by spoopyy

Summary: Ryan works in a museum. Shane doesn’t understand art. They fall in love.

Rated: T

Commentary: Listen, if you wanna die, this is ya fic. Before I read it, I kept seeing in tumblr that it was the best story in the fandom, and when I finally found it while reading all the fics, I didn’t even look at the summary, the tags, the anything, I just went directly to read it.

Boy. Did that one scene that is gonna kill you destroyed me nicely.

I’m still not over this fic and I will never be. It worked me out in ways no story had before and it made me sob like a motherfucker. Never sobbed this much while reading a fanfic before, holy shit.

we dream of storms by adenophora

Summary: Ryan has the lighthouse, and he has the sea. He’s adapted to the solitude, even if he wasn’t built for it. And then there’s Shane.

Rated: T

Commentary: Because I love suffering and being dead, this is actually one of my favorite fanfics in the fandom. If you read my comment on it, you’ll notice I spend days thinking about it and overthinking about what it meant and the imagery of it. Hell, I even though– you know, that’s a spoiler. So. Read and come talk to me about it.

Dance Till You Drop by wheezebaby

Summary: In which Shane and Ryan are 16th-century painters, and Shane has a knack for dancing.

Rated: M (But it’s actually more like T)

Commentary: Based on that one time people dance until they died, this fic explores Shane and Ryan’s relationship in a very interesting way– it’s very well written, the historic background of it it’s well done and reserched, an interesting piece to read. I second this rec.

but i’m still here, i hope you know by BooyahFordhamYacht

Summary: he always wanted to get lost in it. that deep dark sea of believing in something more. he wanted to feel the surge of the waters accepting him, wanted to understand what was so addictive about it. shane never realized the price he’d have to pay to be pulled under the surface into the cold, unforgiving roaring swells of the ocean.

AN: so i promised some commenters on for you to be happy and loved that i would write some happy shyan after that heartbreak. This… this is not that. This may actually be worse. Don’t read if you don’t feel like crying.

Title from Keaton Henson’s amazing song Alright. Go listen to it and cry if you want.

Rated: T

Commentary: This author is fantastic, they write a world you can understand and imagine in such a poetic way, you are going to be sobbing from the start to the bottom. The way they describe grief is just… Man, this is good, this is very good. Kinda not very happy with Sara, though; I feel very sorry for her in this fic. Also, of course– Major Character Death. But with an S. This doesn’t have a happy ending.

Nana by InkStainsOnMyHands

Summary: I sat with you beside your bed and criedFor things that I wish I’d said

You still had your nose red

And if I live past seventy-two, I hope I’m half as cool as you

Ryan is ready.

Rated: Not Rated (I’ll say T)

Commentary: This should be rated DEATH FOR YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, because is a soul-destroyer fic. Dude, the ending. Dude, be prepared.

for another life time by Hugabug

Summary: "I’m scared.“

“Never. You were always brave for the both of us.”

Rated: G

Commentary: Also known as I Love Death And Being Dead, this fic killed me in the most amazing way. It’s as sweet as it is sad at the beginning, you will love it if your thing is to hurt but always end with a big smile.

Big God by fuckcitybitch

Summary: The time comes for Shane to stop running and reap what he carelessly sewed.

Rated: T

Commentary: More than angst, this is pure horror and fear, and that’s exactly why it will destroy your soul. It has NO happy ending, Major Character Death, horror, dead babies, all you need to not sleep and cry like a baby.

But for real, what a wonderful story. It’s so well done, so well writen. I love this author, they are one of the bests and this fic is just incredible.

Metacommunication by americanchemicals

Summary: Communication is important in any relationship. Metacommunication, or communicating about communicating, was equally as important. Because when there are misunderstandings, things quickly go downhill.

Rated: T

Commentary: Dear Lord, the angst in this one is just damn frustrating. So many things could had been avoided with better communication... and it’s so good to read... these two grown ass men being idiots in love... it hurts so much. Love this fic.

You Are on the Fastest Available Route by InkStainsOnMyHands

Summary: “It’s in the light.“

[Based on the Local 58 YouTube Series]

Rated: T

Commentary: BOY. I fell in love with this fanfic. It may seem weird for some people, it may get scary at some point (hint: it fucking is), but there’s something so incredible about it. It’s everything, I guess. This fanfic is the kind of stuff I would put my students to comment on Creative Writing Workshop, it’s THAT good.

when the tide comes by AnastasiaYu

Summary: the disappearance of ryan bergara.

Rated: T

Commentary: To quote Luke Skyalker, “this is not going to end the way you think”. This is… so sad. The ending is, wow, one of my favorites. The original ending. Althought the second ending is also good. But the first! So sad! So good!

may i say i loved you more by luntian

Summary: He felt Ryan’s warm palm on his shoulder. By then he knew he couldn’t lie anymore.“I—well, uh…” Shane inhaled deeply, “Promise me you’ll believe.

”Ryan was puzzled, but he nodded almost immediately.

After a long pause, Shane finally continued, “I’m not human.”

“What?” Ryan whispered. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, I was human, then—and then I died.” Ryan stared. Shane realized he was making no sense. He sighed, “Okay, listen. I am an angel.” Shane glanced at Ryan, trying to see his reaction but he saw no expression on his face. “I was sent on Earth to, uh, complete some mission.”

“You’re an alien?!”

“I’m an angel!”

/or/

Shane is an angel with a time limit. And a boyfriend.

Rated: Not Rated (T)

Commentary: Angel Shane AU that for a second seems to be all happy– then it’s not. I cried a lot.

we match by hugabug

Summary: “I love you in grey.“

Rated: G

Commentary: Now, this is pure pain. Someone dies. The other one is left old and sad. I fucking cried.

and he takes and he takes by cooliohoolio

Summary: Shane wants to say I will be dead within the next year. He wants to say the flowers in my lungs are there because of you. He wants to say I’m in love with you and it’s killing me.

Rated: Not Rated (T)

Commentary: Hanahaki is always the real deal here, it’s 100% suffering and in this fandom, it always ends sad. And ironic. This fic in particular writes the ficitonal condition as something more than it usually is, it uses it in a poetic way that allows to explore the depth of Shane’s feelings and also allows us to die a little bit more with each word. Such a great fanfic, so well writen, so well characterized, so well peppered with the best kind of angst.

I Miss You by KnittingGuru1984

Summary: Shane had never believed in the supernatural. That was Ryan’s department. When Ryan is suddenly taken from him in an accident, Shane has his life turned upside down.

Rated: G

Commentary: Oh, this one is hard to take. It’s sad, it really is. And it doesn’t end well either, it’s… also kinda scary. The ending gave me the chills because… oh God. You gotta read it, I’m not spoiling it, lol.

with shortness of breath (you explained the infinite) by hugabug

Summary: "Shane?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Why won’t you look at me?”

Rated: T

Commentary: Part of this series that literally estroyed my life, in this one we… we find out how those five years of Shane alone started. Man. It is freakin’ sad.

But if it’s Not Right (What Can I Do?) by InkStainsOnMyHands

Summary: Ryan Bergara, host of True Crime on Buzzfeed Radio, attracts the wrong person’s attention.

A twisted version of Pichiba’s radio!au.

Rated: T

Commentary: I LOVE FUCKED UP SHIT, and this one is one of the bests in the fandom. For real, I love this AU and I love how well Joey wrote the sick part of it all. The ending just jfbnfdinfir gave me the chills, it’s damn amazing.

Oblivion by InkStainsOnMyHands

Summary: Tragic consequences typically follow when a god falls in love with a human. Typically…

Based on the comment:“My theory is that Shane is the devil and was just super bored. Then one day he chanced upon a poor scared Ryan and thought “this is pretty fun” and now follows him to supernatural sights to have a giggle at his expense. But that’s also why they never capture anything on video, because the evil spirits and demons know Shane for who he really is and are too afraid to mess with him.”

Rated: M

Chapters: 3/3

Commentary: This fic means a lot to me. It has been one of my favorites for a long time and I feel like I’m going to love it forever. Because it has such a powerful feeling to it and the way they are characterized and put together in this fic is very unique and original, and no fic will ever top it. It deserves all the love, my man, it’s incredible.

#shyan #shyan fic #skeptic believer #answered #fanfictions #recs #rec list #personal recs #angst #major character death #sad ending #angst with happy ending #multiple #Anonymous

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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 6 years ago

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More of the Misadventures of Aish rereading Misadventures and fixing typos, like a cowardly fool because I can’t sleep

chapters 21-25 oh no here we go

(actually I did this in like November on my phone but only just now remembered that I never posted it so here ya go, this is all weeks old)

Okay so with the chapter titles, I didn’t actually start naming them until about ch27 or so, but I had already nicknamed this chapter something like “IT’S FRIENDSHIP YOU COWARDS” bc this one got a surprising amount of notes on tumblr and I’m 99% sure most of the people who read it did not realize that this is in fact a Kimax fic

And also THIS CHAPTER WAS THE TURNING POINT. I could either have kept the fic rly lighthearted until way near the end, or decide to start shoving in the Angst much quicker. 3 guesses what I picked >:D

Oh highkey same Alix?? except for me it’s not superpowers or anything it’s just called “anxiety disorder”

The obliviousness physically pains me

I’m the guard who just blatantly lets Alix steal popcorn. also why was there just casually popcorn there. god I don’t even know what I was thinking when I wrote any of this

Oh yeah I remember!! I was mad at people setting off the smoke alarm while making popcorn in the middle of the night!! just uni things am I right

...why am I noticing now that the whole popcorn thing is just a metaphor for Kim’s entire love life I am going to throw this fic out of the window I swear

IT REALLY IS, UGH I HATE THIS, ARE YOU TELLING ME I DID THAT BY ACCIDENT

this is a freaking game of Civilization where one civ takes a runaway lead in the science victory while the rest are all still stuck in the industrial era

Kim is me watching dinosaur movies too tbh, dinosaurs are so frickin rad

well this is depressing

and adorable

I hate so much that I know what the Bad Dream means I hate it I hate it I h

IT’S OKAY KIM I’M PROUD OF YOU, YOU’RE MY SON AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

“It’s not up to you to question why people care about you so just roll with it” damn past me, that’s actually some really good advice???

Alix is a Kimax shipper even this early in the fic, btw. whenever she talks to them about each other she’ll always say stuff like “oh yeah you two are so close” or “he cares about you so much” without specifying whether she means that platonically... my dudes... she’s shipping it

Kim having an existential crisis in early hours of the morning is such a mood because it’s 2am and I’m having one right now

BAD FORESHADOWING, YES BAD THINGS ARE GOING TO START HAPPENING SOON LIKE ASSASSINATIONS AND STUFF, YOU WEREN’T WRONG

Alright chapter 22 now

the carriage guards!! my favourite characters in the entire fic!!!!!! they’re the BEST okay they just casually chill at school through the entire thing and only show up again in the last chapter omg they’re so amazing I love them??? absolute LEDGES

Kim’s parents being all like “yeah if our son doesn’t wanna come home from school then just KIDNAP HIM and bring him back lmao”

“Hey, do you want me to threaten your guards with my snake or something?” WAS THAT FORESHADOWING??? BECAUSE SHE VERY MUCH DOES DO THAT LATER. TO DIFFERENT GUARDS YES BUT IT’S LEGIT A THING SHE DOES

talking on the phone is stressful? yes it’s that good old “anxiety disorder” again, really a pain tbh

god I’m so proud of Kim, already that good good character development

also Kim’s grandma is me

omg I have to put Kim and Alix’s dumb chess games in the sequel, I came up with an entire thing about how they blatantly cheat etc and it’s ridiculous and Max gets a headache whenever he has to “referee” (aka make sure they don’t fight), it’s so great okay

me: *thinks about chapter 34 and throws up*

oh I’m the snake too btw. the snake also will hate chapter 34

Max holy moly repressing your feelings isn’t healthy??? stop that

hhhhhhh chapter Lila now, like literally that’s the entire chapter 23, it’s basically just Lila

this is just the damn Volpina episode

dupainchien!!!!! dupainchien!!!!!!!!!

I know this isn’t even that much of a big deal in this fic but like... can Marinette and Adrien just get together already lmao

hskdjhdkjfhgs for the record Lila and Kim is actually a pretty good ship?? but they’d both try to out-brag each other and it would be ridiculous so uh

hm anyways. time for CHAPTER AROACE

Kim’s like. ABOUT TO start falling for Max oh thank god, I need this

Lila: *just stabs Kim’s homework with a parasol*

Kim just... Did That??? WE STAN

(oh and later note: in this he just treats Lila like how Adrien treated her in Chameleon lol)

I remember at this point I wasn’t sure if Lila would actually really return in the fic, and then literally like 2 chapters later I brought her back already because damn that girl needs a redemption arc

do I hug Kim or do I hug Max?? you FOOLS, you ABSOLUTE BUFFOONS, I am going to hug ALIX for having to deal with all their romo bullshit

Max trying to get drunk on orange juice is the mood

JULEKA’S MAGICAL GAYDAR!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!

(also Juleka is absolutely wearing a Reflekta dress)

Juleka, outright: “Max. my dude. alix is aroace you dense idiot. you are all idiots. you absolute fuckwits.”

I’m still the snake btw

hhhhhhhhhh I wanna make a daisy chain now, or just go outside and sprawl in some grass, I can’t because it’s 2.30am and I live in the city and it’s winter, screw this fic for making me miss my school days

oh no I’m having an allergic reaction again

I mEAN IT’S CUTE THO, IT’S CUTE, BUT I KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN A BIT LATER SO THIS IS JUST PAINFUL

“You need more sleep” me calling myself out

I am going to hit Kim over the head,,

STOP BEING WEIRD JUST TELL HER YOU LIKE HER?? GOOD GOD I DON’T EVEN SHIP IT AND I STILL WANT YOU TO GET A BLOODY MOVE ON

oh good, he wants to smack himself in the face too

no nonono no Alix I think you are cute too. but you see, I mean it in the adopting way. but you ARE objectively adorable (source: the Reverser episode and also like all the other episodes) people just don’t say it in this au because of your TERRIFYING PET SNAKE

she offered to give him a telephone... lov that foreshadowing

*unimpressed* “are you in love with me?” OH FUCKING FINALLY

skdfhskdjfhsd avoiding people and having a heart attack when someone knocks on your door? I see the return of that anxiety disorder eh

Alix didn’t bring the snake (me) with her on purpose bc she knows Kim is still a bit scared of it at this point and doesn’t want him to be in a bad mood while she’s crushing his heart and soul

GOD YES I LOVE THIS SCENE

I hate myself because when I was writing this I was thinking “oh mood?? oh mood worm same hat???” and yet still. didn’t. realize. I’m. aro. *le sigh*

I’m gonna cry this is so sweet

“So are bossy, intimidating, hot girls your type?” no actually because Ondine is neither bossy nor intimidating (tho yeah she is hot) (and not particularly relevant in this fic unfortunately)

Alix is not in fact as oblivious as she claims to be btw, she just thinks it would sound mean to say “oh yeah I guessed you had a thing for me but I aggressively ignored it bc it annoyed me since I’m aroace lmao”

I’m genuinely going to hecking cry omg I remember now why this was my Ultimate Brotp for so long ugh it’s so good, @ ZAG LET KIM AND ALIX BE FRIENDS

I’m laughing?? so hard??? at the fact that their height difference is so ridiculous that literally like he has to kneel down??? god this is the funniest thing

oh also btw she was internally debating with herself like “should I give him the mistletoe kiss?? sounds gross but I feel so bad for him dammit” and decided to right there on the spot because she was lowkey curious anyway, which I’ll be honest is still an aro mood

OMG I’M ACCIDENTALLY SUCH A GENIUS OMG LISTEN NO LEMME EXPLAIN

SO LIKE. there are two (2) instances in this fic where I tried to pretend to be funny by dropping in the word “heartrate”. one is near the beginning, and the other is right here

in other words, the exact start and end points of Kim’s crush on Alix?? AND I DID THAT BY ACCIDENT OMG I’VE CHANGED MY MIND I’M PROUD OF MYSELF NOW

oh... oh no. uh oh. the dreaded evil Chapter Twenty Hecking Five

it’s called “Pain” for a reason. also my OG nickname for it was “Death”. also for a reason.

I even listened to Death Valley (the FOB song) on repeat while writing it (along with the next like 9 chapters lol) because the word DEATH just seemed so accurate

no really this is THE real turning point in the fic, where it stops being just a dumb teen movie and starts being all A N G S T Y

like this is the first chapter that has NO lightheartedness AT ALL

okay. here we go

this is all??? foreshadowing??? for dumb chapters like 30 and 34??? I Hate

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE SNAKE

I’M HAVING A HEART ATTACK JUST READING THESE WORDS THIS IS SO HORRIFYING ALEXA PLAY DEATH VALLEY

this is the equivalent of seeing a kwami die, for the record. like I know kwamis can’t die but THIS IS HOW IT WOULD FEEL

god this is even worse in hindsight knowing what happens later, bc poor Alix is all like @ herself “oh well it’s a nightmare so it’s not real” and I’m just like... oh dear. honey. sweetie. welp. I mean on the bright side you’re psychic so that’s kinda cool right

I love how Jalil is actually really sweet and a genuinely cool brother, you just never get to see it when Kim’s around bc he hates Kim lmao (I mean for good reasons..)

“I can’t live without this snake!” I MEAN YOU’RE NOT WRONG

these timeline powers are SO cursed man. why was I so evil and cruel holy actual shit

(the whole “some character deaths but not really” tag refers to all this clusterfuck btw)

okay it’s funny how this bit with Adrien is the Collector episode despite it not having aired yet when I wrote this, I guess I’m psychic too

Nathalie being sympathetic huh? not so much in the sequel when I get round to it...

Adrikins being all “I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER” I’m dying

uh yeah there’s a difference between being grounded, and like, literal actual house arrest

damn... capitalism really is bad

so is imperialism

fix this damn typo thing where I used the word “soon” twice in one sentence like was that really necessary

DUPAINCHIEN

I love how Kim is so obviously bi that even Marinette notices and straight-up tries to set him up with a hot commoner boy

oh noes here comes The Death

Hi Aish Snekwami, I am afraid

god imagine how horrible it must be??? to have something traumatic happen in another timeline but you’re still aware of it in this one so you still suffer the effects even though nothing bad happened in this timeline????

Max shows up for two seconds this chapter to remind everyone that I have an anxiety disorder again and then hecks off, good for him

HOLY FUCK?!?!?! IMAGINE LITERALLY DYING ACTUAL DEATH IN ANOTHER TIMELINE AND EVEN THOUGH YOU SURVIVE IN THIS ONE YOU STILL HAVE TO LIKE. FEEL THE WHOLE TIME YOU’RE DYING OF GODDAMN COBRA VENOM HOLY FUCK WHY DID I MAKE THIS SO ANGSTY

I mean I think I remember writing this when I was on a very heavy painful period which full-on incapacitated me but like even that’s nowhere near as bad as fucking. snake. bite (ye I did some research, it was creepy...)

man this is so evil... I can’t

THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO DIE

god that’s so haunting ughhhhhhhhh

honestly whenever I stub my toe etc I always think to myself “is this karma for that time I lowkey killed Alix off in chapter 25?” and yeah, it probably is

OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH FOR NOW

#more like the misadventures of aish having anxiety #random stuff #misadventures

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proxylynn · 6 years ago

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UNDERFELL: FILE NAME NOT EDGY ENOUGH part #7

Chapter 7: Trust WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [About another week later] Not much has changed since the door moment. Toriel has become more doting than usual. Feeling guilty over having to result in violence to subdue me before my soul changed. I have tried to explain that I asked for it and was okay with how she handled it, but to no avail. Flowey's concern over the Black Soul is also apparent. He questions me more on how I feel when we train and lessens the training if he thinks I'm being pushed too hard. It annoys me because his worry costs me from gaining more stat points on the usual schedule. At this rate, it'll take another week just to gain the points for a normal one-week session. I ask Chara for advice but he's got about as much as I do, which ain't anything really. I gave it some time before trying to talk to Sans again. That guy can be such an asshole sometimes. But when you get past that part of him, he can be really fun to just chat with. But even he treads lightly around me now. I catch him correcting the things he says every so often. I hate this. Everyone is acting like I'm a ticking time-bomb that can go off at any second. At least Napstablook treats me the same. He doesn't think I'm some porcelain doll that needs to be handled with kid gloves. In fact, I'm not sure what he thinks of me. But whatever it is, it's more normal than what everyone else thinks. "psst...Lynsie...you awake?" I roll over in bed and find Napstablook hovering nearby. This used to scare the crap out of me until I made him promise to speak before trying to wake me. Nothing's creepier than waking up to the feeling you're being watched and finding a ghost's face in your face. Especially when all you can see are those freaky glowing red eyes that stare into your very soul and cast everything else in a soft crimson glow. "*yawn* What's up, Blooky-man?" He settles down beside me, no longer uncomfortable with the idea of laying in bed near me. "s-sorry. hope this isn't a bad time." "Nah, man, you're good. As long as he's still sleeping, we should be fine." I look over at the slumbering flower that's slightly dropped in his pot. "Yeah, we're fine. So what's the dealio my ghost buddy? Ya needed to talk or something?" "*sigh* not really sure. I kinda didn't feel like being alone. know what I mean?" I nod with a smile. "Chill with me as long as you want. You know I like having your company." He blushes faintly but goes unnoticed in the dark. We lay in bed and face the ceiling. Staring at nothing but images in our heads. "this is nice." "Agreed." "it reminds me of an old ghost tradition." "Oh? Do tell." "well...promise not to make fun about it?" "Dude, after all this time we've been buds do ya really have to ask me that?" "heh...I guess that was silly. you're too nice to do that." "So how's this tradition go?" "after a great meal, I like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage..." "Blook-man..." "what?" "That's some very trashy behavior." He looks at me funny and I bite my tongue to keep quiet. "did you really just make pun of me?" "Who? Me? Never. The very idea is rubbish." He glares a bit. Those eyes would shoot daggers if they could, I swear. "Hey, I got an idea. Wanna hear some surface music?" That softens his expression. "you have tunes?" "Nah, man. I got playlists. So many playlists! Organized by genre and mood of course." "...bust that shit out now." I giggle and roll off the bed away from him. He watches me, which is good since he's the light I'm seeing by, as I go to the dresser and search around for my iPod. "*grumbling* Stupid thing...freaking saw it this morning...the fuck does it go missing when nobody touches my shit...wait...wait...Got it!" "sweet!" I prance over victoriously and return to my spot on the bed. "wait...didn't you say that thing was drenched in water?" "Yeah, but I dried it out n some rice. Works fine now. Only bad thing is I don't have the charge cable down here and I limited battery life left." "let me see it." He takes it from me and looks at the plugin part. "I think there might be cords for this at the dump. don't quote me on that though." I'm a bit stunned. "what?" "There's a dump? Underground? With human junk in it?" "you'd be surprised by what ends up down here. I mean...look at you for example." I'm not sure whether that was a compliment or an insult. I'll go with a compliment because I like the guy. [You complimented Napstablook.] "I'm glad to down here if it means I get to be with you, Blooky." [Though that might have been just a bit too much for a compliment.] The blush he gets must be pretty big because his face is glowing brightly. [The faint odor of ectoplasm permeates the vicinity.] "Blook-man?" "*flustered* s-s-shut up and put some d-damn music on, you idiot!" "*groans*" "Shhhhh!" We freeze and look at Flowey. He shifts a little bit before settling down again. "Too close, man. Too close." "are you really afraid of waking him? he's just a flower." "Not him...Toriel's room is next door. If so much as one sound can wake him then it's enough to wake her. And what do you think she'll do when she comes charging in to see a dude in bed with her daughter in the middle of the night?" For a moment, the black of Napstablook's coloring pales to being as white as the sheets of the bed. "for the love of asgore...have mercy on me, Lynsie! I beg of you! please, spare me her wrath!" "Shhhhh! Blooky, calm down. Just relax and we'll be okay if we keep our voices down. Alright?" "o-okay...okay...c-can y-you play the music now? i-it'll help calm me down." "Sure, buddy. You don't have to ask me twice." I hand him an earbud, which he puts in, while I tune up the player and scroll through a few things. "Anything you in the mood for?" "not really." "Very well. Random shuffle it is." Hitting the button, a tune starts up and I put the other earbud in so I don't miss out. [My Chemical Romance - The Ghost of You] "♪I never said I'd lie and wait forever. If I died, we'd be together right now. I can't always just forget her. But she could try...At the end of the world. Or the last thing I see. You are never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are never ever...Ever...Get the feeling that you're never. All alone and I remember now. At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies. She dies...♫" Huh...I forgot I had this song...Probably would've worked for the one I picked to fall down to. "♪At the end of the world. Or the last thing I see. You are never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me...If I fall...If I fall down...♫" This feeling...There was a reason I made a playlist like this...Heh...I remember now...I wanted to cry. "♪At the end of the world. Or the last thing I see. You are never coming home, never coming home. Never coming home, never coming home. And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna...♫" I can feel the tears flow down the sides of my face and slope just under my ears. I'm so weak for this. Intentionally making a playlist so that it'll force me to cry. How pathetic. I bet Napstablook thinks I must be a big baby for crying about a song. "*sniffling*" Wait a second...I'm not making that sound. Looking to my side, Napstablook has his eyes shut tight and the glow of his red tears is all I see. "Buddy? You okay? Did I pick a bad song?" His eyes open in fright and next thing I know is he's holding onto me for dear life. "B-Blooky? Hey man, what's wrong?" "*cries* why did you go? you told me you wouldn't leave me behind...you said family sticks together...so why? why did you leave me all alone?!" I flinch. Those words...This sadness...I know this all too well. I don't know who these words are truly for, but I can't forgive that person for making Napstablook feel the way he does now. No one...Not even monsters that try to kill to live...No one should feel this pain! I wrap my arms around the sadden specter and hold him tight to my chest. "*groggy* Wha...? *yawn* What's all the yelling for?" Flowey wakes up but can't see a thing due to Napstablook's face taking cover against me. "Go back to sleep, Flowey." "Huh?" The sound of heavy steps is heard coming up the hall and room's door opens with a simultaneous flicker of the lights. "My child? Is everything...?" Toriel looks at the scene now shown in the light. "I know what this looks like...But please. Not right now, mom. Not right now..." As much as she wants to do something about the boy in her daughter's bed, the ghost's body language and my words tell her this is more a moment of supportive emotional comfort than a thing of private intimacy. "Understood." She turns out the lights. "Rest easy, young ones." She leaves and I can hear her return to her room. I really wish I could say she wouldn't stoop to listening in through the walls, but that would be foolish to think otherwise. "She...She left? She really left? Just like that?" "Flowey...Go back to sleep." "But...I have so many questions..." "*snarls* she said go back to sleep, you annoying weed, or I'll make you sleep...permanently!" "Blooky." "*mumbles* sorry..." "Fine, I'll try to sleep. But no funny stuff." I roll my eyes and rub Napstablook's back. Funny. I should probably ask how I can grasp a ghost on a physical level, but not now. Now is not the time for such fascinating questions. {Hey...uh...You're not really going to do anything gross, are you?} Oh for fuck's sake! Can I not hug a guy in my bed without everyone thinking we're going to do something?! And where did you come from, Chara?! Your timing fucking sucks man! "um...Lynsie?" "Yeah?" "t-thanks. for b-b-being here and...letting me be all...lame like this." "Napstablook...I...There's something I want you to know." "what's that?" For the love of all that's holy, don't anyone judge me for this or have him take it the wrong way. "I want you to know that I'll always be here for you." I press a small kiss to his forehead and his eyes open wide, casting the room in a hellish glow that makes my sweet smile a tad creepy. "I don't know who made you feel this hurt. But I would never dream of doing so to you. I care too much. So you can be here with me for as long as you wish. I'm not going to leave you. I have nowhere to go and no better place to be. No better place than right here, because here is where you are, and thus, I shall remain. Do you understand this, Blooky? Do you see my truth?" He just stares at me, unblinking. "y-you...you can't be real." "Hush, silly boy. I am as real as you. And I meant what I said. I will not leave you. This I promise." "b-b-but..." I rest my head on his and give a little nuzzle. "No buts. I told you, I promise. I take my promises very seriously. So there's no point trying to say no." He grumbles a little before settling down and accepting this. "so...you'd really stay with me if I need you?" "Yep." "does that little promise of yours include my place?" "Depends...You inviting me over?" "heh...what if I am?" "Hmmm...Guess you backed me into a corner on that one." "*scoff* knew it. not even you would..." "I'd just have to get directions. I don't want to get lost along the way." He's shocked and so is Flowey. "Are you freaking serious?! You can't leave the Ruins! The monsters out there will chew you up and spit you out! You're too nice to handle them!" "Flowey...I said...Go back to sleep. *cold* How hard is it to do that one simple thing?" Flowey shivers and hides in his pot. "*sigh* I swear, that boy calls me a shitty listener? Silly little flower." "Lynsie..." I give my attention back to Napstablook. "you...you would really leave the Ruins? for me?" "Is that really so hard to believe?" "b-but what about Toriel?" "If I explain to her the situation I'm fairly confident she'll let me hang out at your place. Provided I take my phone and call her multiple times to let her know I'm okay. You know how she is about my safety." "true. must be nice. having someone care about you like that." "It is. But I'm sure you feel the same way." "huh?" "Because I care about you, spooky Blooky." He blushes and squirms in my hold. "ah...no fair! stop making this so awkward!" "Sorry. But you make it hard not to be so sweet on ya. What with that cute face and adorable behavior." "do you want me to go? because if you keep that up, I'm gone." "Fair enough. I shall stop...for now." "*growls*" "I only do it because I like you. Remember that. I'm only sweet to those I care about...That means you." "w-whatever. *muffled* ...care about you too..." "What was that?" "n-n-nothing! just take your own advice and go to sleep." "Will you stay with me if I do?" "...maybe." "Okay...Sweet dreams, Blook-man." "night, human." He shuts his eyes and I open mine so I can watch him. He's so cute for a silly ghost. I remove the earbuds and shove the iPod under the pillow. "Just to be clear...You really were inviting me out to your house? No joke?" "yes...it's far from here but if you want to come over, you can." "Can I listen to your tunes while I'm there?" "oh my god, sure, whatever. just go to sleep already." "Thank you, Blooky." He growls a little and I hug him closer to calm him. Eventually, sleep does claim us once more. When I finally wake up again it's around noon. Toriel got a little worried that something happened, but her fears end when I prove not to be dead. With a little encouragement, I get Napstablook to stick around long enough to explain our little "sleepover" idea. If this was any other monster, I have the feeling Toriel would set them ablaze where they stand. Likely for Napstablook he has two things going for him. One, he's a ghost and as a ghost, he's already technically dead. And two, he can only be somewhat hurt if attacked with magic. Sure, Toriel's flames are physical. Yet she conjures them by magic. But she doesn't know this or at least doesn't appear to. So Napstablook is able to leave unharmed after the talk. She agrees to think it over. How long, she does not say. Till then, it's life as usual. [Eventually] I get the feeling Toriel is becoming more comfortable with the idea of me venturing out of the Ruins. I figure as much with her subtle hints like the extra clothes that show up in my room, the bagged lunches starting to fill the fridge, and the sudden appearance of a backpack with the Delta Rune on it. I'd have to be pretty slow not to pick up on any of that. Still, I'm amazed she's going this far with it. Maybe it's because of all the hard work I've been doing. Maybe it's because she noticed my stats finally increase again to an impressive HP 36, ATK 21, and DEF 14. Or maybe it's because I haven't been bugging her about like some snot-nosed brat would. It goes to show that if you want someone to take you seriously, you show that you're are a responsible adult that is not a nagging whining asshole. Still, I don't know how much longer she intends to prepare before announcing the okay. It could be ages, or whenever the fridge can't take anymore bagged lunches. I end up finding out sooner or later. Because one day, I wake up to a note slid under my door. {What's it say?} "My child, this is a day that I would be lying to say I was not dreading. You have done well to show me that you are strong, both in power and heart. Surely, you have noticed the items I have been leaving in your room. Take the bag and gather only that what you need. Meet me at the door when you are ready." {Creepy.} "Why is it...Wait...No, you're right. This is creepy. Like, sending a lamb into a wolf den level of foreboding." {Flowey's not here either.} "What? *sigh* I swear those two scheme together sometimes. What do you think the odds are he's with her and she'll pawn him on us as a spy?" {Very likely. About as likely as you hugging Napstablook.} "Hehe...Damn that percentage is huge!" {What are you gonna pack?} "Some extra clothes, the phone, the iPod, and a bunch of those bags in the fridge. You know. The must haves." {What about the knife?} I flinch at that. {The monsters out there are all high LV leveled. And unlike mom, they WILL attempt to kill you in a fight. As much as I share your 'do not kill' mentality, you will need something to defend yourself. And that toy is the closest thing to a defensive tool that you have.} "...I know. It was handy in the fight with Toriel as I could deflect her shots. But if I...If the Black Soul triggers...I don't want to end up hurting anyone." {I know that. But that's why I'll help you.} "You didn't help me last time. Toriel had to choke me out. Where were you during all that anyway?" {I told you before. It takes a lot of energy to manifest. The longer you store your magic, the more often I can come out. And you tend to have the most energy for me to use after a few days.} "You're using my energy?" {Well...Yeah. I am sort of attached to you.} "Why?" {You landed on my grave when you fell.} "...That doesn't answer anything!" {How the hell would I know? It's not like I got a manual on how this works when I died.} "Fair enough. *huff* Probably should make this quick. Who knows how long she's been waiting." So I do just that. I get dressed, gather up my junk into the backpack, and when all is ready I head downstairs to the basement. Low and behold, her note wasn't kidding. She is down here and waiting at the exit door. Her face holding back other emotions that she'd rather be showing than the eerie unsettled calm she has. She holds Flowey in his pot like doing so is what is keeping her so relaxed. I'd hate to see how she'll be once we leave. "I have been expecting you, my child." "I was beginning to think you'd never be ready for this, Nanny." "Are you sure you really want to do this? No one is making you do anything you don't want to." "I know, and I understand. But at this point, I'm just curious. Plus I made a promise to Blooky, and I don't like to break those." "You mean that ghost friend of yours?" "Yep. You have nothing to worry about from him. He's a sweetheart that doesn't like to show it." "Be that as it may, I have taken the liberty to err on the side of caution." "Oh?" "I have asked Sans to look out for you while you explore. Best that someone keeps you out of Asgore's sight." "I agree with you there. But I intend to not draw attention to myself." "Oh yeah? How are you going to do that, fool? You're the only human in the entire Underground! You'll stick out like a headless horseman at a barbershop!" "Easy. I'll use my kickass ninja skills to blend in with the shadows and avoid detection." Chara snickers while Flowey groans. "Honestly though...I'm gonna avoid as many monsters as I can. Probably reach the closest community, find a place to rest, then come back home the next day if I can't make it to Napstablook's place before bedtime. You know? Take baby steps and not stray too far." "Very clever, child. It sounds like you've done this before." "Not really. Play enough video games and certain scenarios really sick in your head so you end up knowing what to do without ever knowing that you do. But if it'll help assure you of my safety, I promise to call. Once in the evening and again in the morning. Sound fair to you, mom?" She smiles weakly. "That is most fair, my child. Did you take any of the lunches I made for you?" "I took a good number of them. Still got plenty of room in the pack if that's what ya mean." "Good girl." She steps behind me and places Flowey in the pack before closing it over him, leaving enough room for him to peek out of. "You will be taking the flower with you." "I figured as much." "He will assist you. No one would suspect a flower for a bodyguard." "...I don't know whether to be insulted or applaud that idea for its brilliance." {Clap. It'll make her feel good.} I go with clapping and her smile feels truer. I turn to face her as she takes me into her arms. "I will miss you, Lynsie." I feel bad for leaving. Nothing goes right for her when someone leaves. But I will come back. I have to. I put my arms around her and hug my goat mom tight. "I'll miss you too, mother. But I'm not leaving forever. I promise you, I will come home. I'll be back by tomorrow. Maybe even later today if need be." We let go and she takes a few steps away to leave. "Be safe, my child. And take care." I smile and give her a thumbs up. "I will, Nanny. I promise." She gives me a small smile before taking her leave, not wanting to see me actually leave her sight, and now I face this ominous door alone. So this is it? The final frontier so to speak. What mysterious wonders await me just beyond these stone doors? Truth be told, I am a bit nervous about this. But I can't let that stop me. Not now. Not when I've made it this far. "You ready for this?" {Ready.} "Ready as I'll ever be." Flowey pops out and perches himself on my shoulder. "Okay...Here goes nothing." I open the door as best I can and squeeze myself out to the other side. Once on the other side, the door shuts again tight. No going back now. Instantly I'm hit by the difference in temperature. It's freezing cold, but that's due to there being snow. Wait a second...How is there snow underground? I guess magic but that seems too simple. Either way, I can sum up this new place up in a simple statement. "Holy fuck, it's cold!" [In Hotland, Laboratory] This was home to Alphys, a slightly corpulent reptile-monster that appears smaller than she really is due to slouching. She has yellow skin/scales, wears spiral shaped glasses, a red and black striped sweater with a matching black skirt, and topped off with a classic white lab coat with a few frayed ends. Truly a geeky looking but really mad scientist type of monster. Today Alphys was going over security camera footage, a task she does daily as Royal Scientist, the previous Royal Scientist had mounted 8 cameras to watch out for humans, blackmail, and other happenings around the Underground. A camera behind the waterfall, a camera hidden in the trees in Snowdin, a camera underneath the bridge, a camera hidden inside another tree, a camera hidden inside this lump of snow, two cameras behind the sentry stations, and a camera hidden in the bushes by the door to the Ruins. It had been many years since a human has shown up on these cameras. At this point, they were used to spy on others. Blackmail really keeps people in line when the information is juicy enough. Just checking that all is running smoothly in the Underground...well, as okay as the Underground can really get at this point what with all the random murder. Though still not as entertaining as Mew-Mew Kissy Cutie anime, that's for sure. Mettaton should be finished shooting his cooking show by now. The breaks between his recordings were used to perform system checks and upgrades. Though as of late that time has been used to refine the new body he requested. It was just lucky for her that the former ghost agreed to the design she made. It's based on one of her favorite manga characters and it seemed to suit the former ghost's personality. Sipping on her cup of ramen noodles, nothing appeared to be out of the norm. Undyne was doing her rounds in Waterfall, the skeleton brothers were at their posts in Snowdin's forest, same old thing, day after day. Hell, at this point, she might as well get a kick out of watching that Ice Wolf hurl blocks of ice into the river. Why? Because a naked strongman can get anyone's motor going under the right reasons. She was just about to dial the Snowdin cameras on when suddenly, something that's normally still as stone starts moving. "What the...?" The sealed doors to the Ruins were moving ever so slightly. She focused the screen to zero in solely on this camera's feed and enhanced the zoom. A hand emerged, gripping the door to push it further for space. It didn't move much, forcing the hand's owner to squeeze through the space like rat going under a door crack. In time, out pops a female form. And that of a human no less. Wait...A human?! "*spit-take* A human?! Finally! It's been too fucking long! Wait...is that...an adult? Huh? That's odd." The human took a moment to breathe before noticing the Ruin's door shut themselves. Suddenly their expression changes. Not of fear. But of realization, as they take hold of their surroundings. "Holy fuck, it's cold!" The draconian scientist couldn't help but laugh at this. "Sucks to be you, human." Sure, Alphys could feel sympathy for the human there, as she herself couldn't stand the cold. But the human's reaction was something straight out of one of those sissy animes she hates. "ALPHYS DARLING..." Mettaton had finished taping early, there was just so much posing and glamour an omelet recipe required before it just gets annoyingly tacky. "IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?" The thing about Alphys is this, is has extremely severe anxiety. She is constantly nervous, despite taking more than enough medication. However, pumping herself full of anti-depressants has made the doctor rather sociopathic and apathetic. Her moral compass has also been skewed beyond repair by her world's values, and the terrible experiments she's had to do. She has no sense of ethics, and is often outright abusive to her living test subjects, not caring whether they live or die. She also has a huge lying problem and is very manipulative, which is how she gets her so-called "patients". "Ah, Mettaton. I take it you've finished that pitiful excuse for a cooking show." "NO NEED TO BE SO HARSH, DEAR. NO ONE'S MAKING YOU WATCH." To be fair, Mettaton would carry more authority if he was scary looking. The robot appears as a dark-gray almost black largely rectangular box with cracks across his body and screen. The screen itself typically has a red "X" showing on the grid, but when able to, the lights of the grid can change color depending on his various actions. He has four dials along the bottom-front of his body, and he has a single leg which ends in a wheel. His most distinguishing feature is that he has two pairs of segmented robotic arms that end in gloved hands. His upper arm gloves are red and yellow gloves on his lower arms. Not to mention his voice was like digital silk that always held a flirtatious tone...yeah, not scary. "OH, MY. DO TELL, WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING?" "Huh? Oh, this...It's the video feed from outside the Ruins." "AND THAT FEMALE...IS THAT A HUMAN?" "That would be correct. It's been a long time since one fell. Provided nothing happens to shatter her soul before capture, that human is the last piece need to destroy the barrier." "HMMM..." While at first glance, it would appear this hunk of metal has advanced AI programming, but that is not the case. Mettaton is a robot with a soul. He was once a ghost but left his old life behind him to be a TV star with the help of Alphys. Unfortunately, when he became a TV star and got his new body, it came with a consequence. He is now an abused slave for Alphys. He is forced to do her bidding and if he doesn't do so, Alphys will respond with emotional or physical abuse. Mettaton could be considered a sympathetic character, only he is more tragic since the monsters of the Underground hate him, his show, and is always forced to work for Alphys. Not many get to know him when off camera, but his personality is said to be a mix of dry humor and melancholy retorts. He believes himself to be incredibly ugly but still holds the dream of becoming a beloved superstar one day. Though with his show being described as boring, annoying, and hateful, his chances of fame are low. So when something interesting showed up, he was normally the first to suggest using it on the show to boost ratings. And this sudden human was no exception. The moment she was caught his vision sensors there was no escape. "HOW INTERESTING. ALPHYS DEAR...MAYBE IT WOULDN'T HURT TO HAVE HER APPEAR ON THE SHOW." "Say what?" "THINK FOR A MOMENT. WE CAN EASILY KILL AT ANY POINT. BUT WHY WASTE SUCH A RARE OPPORTUNITY? THINK OF THE RATINGS! NO WAY IN HELL WOULD THE MONSTERS OF THE UNDERGROUND WILL SEND ME MORE HATE MAIL WHEN I DRAG THE HUMAN THROUGH A GUANLET OF THE MOST GRUELING AND PUNISHING TASKS. ALL OF WHICH WOULD LEAD UP TO THE CLIMACTIC BATTLE WITH YOURS TRUELY. OOOH. I CAN SEE IT NOW. THE ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES! IT'S SO EXCITING!" "Stop! Stop! Don't say another word, you scrap heap. First off, you make the schedule and script, then I'll approve it if it's good. And second, she has to survive making it to Snowdin. Otherwise, you'll be having fun with a lifeless corpse." "OH, I HAVE FEELING SHE'LL MAKE IT. THAT'S CLEARLY THE FACE OF A STRONG WILLED HUMAN IF EVER I SAW ONE." "You've never seen a human till now, you idiot." "DO YOUR ANIMES NOT COUNT?" "...Just shut up and watch. Otherwise, leave." The unusually chipper robot perplexed the scientist. But then both of their attentions were back on the monitor screen, the human was conversing with what appeared to be a flower coming from her back. Damn these cameras and their lack of audio! Either way, things were going to get interesting real soon. [Outside the Ruins] I look around and am amazed by what I see. Not only is there snow, there are tall thin black trees and thick bushes. It's like whatever magic that is down here is trying to make it as close to the surface world that it can get. Honestly, it's incredible. I'd be more in awe if it weren't still cold. I'm not a fan of the cold. Unless it's foods, like ice cream, that's always awesome. "Thank god for long sleeves." "What about your legs? Your pants are pretty torn up." "It's fine. Not as bad as if it were the arms. Just gotta try not to use too much energy. Should be easy enough." "Why does it feel like you just jinxed us?" "Don't be so negative. Positives will keep us going." "You are so corny it's almost painful." "Chill out, flower-boy. If you can't stand my vibes, that's snow problem." "Argh! No! No puns! Don't even start!" "Whatever." I start walking away from the door. My steps crunching in the snow loudly under my boots. {You are oddly prepared for this.} "Go figure." {Just don't let your guard down. I don't like the looks of this place.} "Yeah...One could catch their death out here." "Oh my god! Don't pun to Chara." I snicker for a bit till I come across a large tree branch that looks way too out of place to have just fallen from above. "Why'd you stop?" "This." [It's a tough-looking branch.] "Tough huh? Pick it up. Maybe you can use it." "Use it? For what? It's a branch." "You can use it as a defensive thing, you know? Block attacks." "I'm not wandering around with that thing." [It's too heavy to pick up.] "Huh...Guess that settles that then. Man, I thought you humans were strong." "Like hell it is!" "W-What are you doing?" "Proving I'm not limited by some stupid remark some magic box says." Grabbing each end, I lift the damn thing about me. "Suck it, dumb magic box! I defy your bullshit." "Great. You made a point. Can we go now?" "Sure, no biggie." I let the branch drop behind me and Flowey looks at me funny. "But...You..." "I don't want it. I'm not taking it. I don't need it." "But..." "*growl*" "*sigh* Fine. I won't bring it up again." I smile and continue on. Though I don't go very far before I pause. Something doesn't feel quite right. [CRUNCH] Looking back quickly, the tough-looking branch has now been broken. [It's been smashed like it was nothing...] "What the hell?" "W-What did that?" {I don't think we should stay to find out.} I turn on my heel and away from the ominously splintered wood. "I told you that you should've picked it up." "Yeah, and I'd carry a log around like a jackass." "I'm not saying you had to use it. You could've used it to make yourself look scary and make other people run away." "Like a girl with a big stick is gonna frighten anyone." "It was worth a shot." {You could've humored him.} "No." {Please? The next idea he has, at least say you'll think about it.} "...Okay." {Thank you!} "Don't mention it." I slow my pace down to a near pause at the return of that uneasy feeling that happened before. I'm being followed, stalked really, like a deer in the sights of a wolf. I can sense it. A figure lurks behind me. "Lynsie...?" "*quiet* I know. Keep calm and don't act like a crazy scared baby." "But they...What the? They're gone?" I turn my head and he's right. There are not even any footprints in the snow that aren't mine. "...Fuck this shit, I'm out!" I make a run for it. No way am I dealing with this bullshit. My run doesn't go as far as I wanted. I have to come to a stop at the sudden pit with the tiny gated bridge blocking my path. The bridge looks sturdy enough to cross for something made of wood over a pit into god knows where. The gate, however, is another matter. It's made with the same trees that populate this area and, much like the forest itself, the "bars" are placed so close together that getting through is a low possibility. Granted, I might be able to squeeze between the bars, but it's gonna be a tight and aggravating pain in my ass. Suddenly, I hear it. The snow is crunching. The footsteps are approaching slowly. "Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!" Flowey retreats into the backpack and I scramble to think of something. But I got nothing. No options appear to be available to me at this moment. I have no choice. I need to improvise and feel this out on instinct. The sound has stopped maybe a foot or two behind me. I can feel it breathing behind me. Just how fast is this monster to have gotten here so quickly? "Human." Relax Lynsie. Don't mess this up. Do your training. Sense for any form of danger and then panic. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" Wait a second...I know that voice. Sans? "Turn around and shake my hand." That sneaky son of a...Dude scared the crap out of me. Not cool. I turn slowly and extend my hand. My chilled flesh comes in contact with a warm calcified appendage and I end up dropping to my knees in a tense involuntary loss of muscle control. While I mostly hear the sound of my teeth clattering together and the buzz of 50,000 volts from our joined hands, I can make out his hearty gruff laughter. "hahah...the old electric taser in the hand trick. it's ALWAYS funny." He lets my hand go and allows me to regain myself. My body aches and I feel like puking, a great way to start an introduction. At least now I get to see what this asshole looks like. He is a big-boned skeleton, I'll say around my height, with sharp white teeth apart from the upper-left canine being gold. His eyes are these white pinpricks in dark empty eye sockets and he has bags under them, how that happens on a skull is beyond me. He wears a black winter jacket with a fur rimmed hood and a red sweater with black shorts that have yellow stripes going down the sides. Lastly, he has red sneakers with black laces and yellow socks. "anyways, you're the human, right? that's hilarious." My senses now back under my control, I glare at him annoyed. Payback is a mean bitch! "Not as hilarious as this." Before he starts to question what I mean, I reach out and grab his shorts before yanking them down. The look of sheer shock coupled by the blush burning his cheekbones is worth the shit I'm about to go through and I giggle as he frantically pulls his shorts back up. Not like there was much to hide anyway. He was wearing skull and crossbones boxers after all. "*flustered* what...the...what the fuck is wrong with you?! "Not so funny now, isn't it? A prank is one thing. But it goes to hell when you overstep the pain line." "i outta break your fucking kneecaps for this." "And then we'd be stuck in a tit for tat revenge loop. But that would be boring. Don't ya think?" He grumbles and removes the hand taser, shoving it in his shorts pocket as I get off the ground with a tiny wobble. "Though I will admit this. You got me pretty good, bone-boy. I let my guard down and you shocked the crap out of me. I commend you thusly." I give a bow and he shrugs it off. "what did i tell ya about flattery? that shit doesn't work on me." "You also said you still liked hearing it none the less." "heh. that i do." "So...You're Sans?" "in the non-flesh. that makes you the kid." "I'd hope so, otherwise this only makes things super awkward. And this kid has a name, skele-dude. It's Lynsie." "huh...you're a bit nutty. ya know that?" {You don't know the half of it, comedian.} "So I'm constantly told. Either way, I now understand what you meant before. Sorry about the 'naked' thing." "eh, no harm done. i take it it's not every day you meet a skeleton." "Not a living one, no. Though, I gotta say, seeing you now...I have so many questions about your biology. Sure, I figure most are going to be answered with 'because of magic', but still..." "hold your horses, kiddo. that kinda stuff is rather personal. at least buy me dinner first." "Name the time and the place, bone-boy. But I warn ya now...I don't got much gold on me, so expect a cheap date." He scratches the top of his skull nonchalantly with a small snicker. "so the old lady really let ya out?" "Yep. I'm to head over to my buddy's place to hang out." "your buddy?" "You flatter yourself thinking you're the only one. I got a friend who's a ghost. Ever heard of a guy called Napstablook?" He thinks for a moment. "oh yeah...i know the guy." "You do?" "sure. the guy lives all the way in waterfall. it's the area just past snowdin. that's this one, in case you were wondering." "Sweet! Would it be asking too much to get some directions?" "trust me, kid. directions are the least of your worries." I look at him funny. "remember me telling ya i'm a sentry out here?" "Yeah." "well...did ya really think me and my bro were the only ones?" {You know she did.} I let out a nervous laugh. "I guess that was mostly wishful thinking on my part." He shoves his hands in his jacket's pockets and circles around me a few times. I'd say something about it but I get the feeling it's just to mess with me. Still, the feel of his pinprick-like eyes is somewhat predatory yet analytical, like he's studying me. "you weren't kidding about only having LV level one." "You really doubted me? Ow, that hurts." He returns to being in front of me. "if weak shit like that hurts ya, i'd hate to see what a real attack would do to ya." "You underestimate me. Not a wise move, bone-boy." "look, i'm not saying this to trigger ya or anything. but ya gotta be realistic. this place is a kill or be killed world. ya can be kind or try to show mercy all ya want, but the fact is others are gonna be gunning for that soul of yours." {Damn it, Sans. Don't start this crap again.} "I'm well aware of that. But I won't change from my goal. I will not kill." "sure, you don't want to kill anybody. and i can respect that about ya, kiddo. but what happens when you're not given that choice? what will you do if you meet a relentless killer? will you suffer or fight back? you'll try to reason with these bastards, that much i'm willing to bet gold on. but they won't listen to niceness. so what will ya do then? would ya let them get away with hurting you? or will you kill out of frustration when all else fails?" I look at the ground and ball my fists. {Easy, Lynsie. Don't get mad or sad. He isn't worth it.} "like i said, i'm not telling ya this to be a dick. i just...*sigh* man, this is such a weird talk to be having." "I'd find a way..." Now he looks at me funny. "what's that?" "I said, I'd find a way." I look up at him with strong conviction. "I will not shed blood or dust. I will find a way to sway even the coldest of hearts. So call me a fool or a stupid dreamer for thinking I can live in this world without having to kill. I don't care. I will not break and this world can't change me. I will show only kindness to every monster I encounter. Even if I have to force that kindness upon them, it will still be kindness none the less. Even if that means I'll have to get hurt in doing so...That is my answer to you, Sans. So, please...Enough with this questioning of my intent. I will not kill anyone. End of story." {I'm so proud of you.} He rumbles with a low growl but has a face of reverence. "ya got guts, kid. i'd just hate to see them spilled on the floor because of your convictions." I smile. "Nice to know you care about this weirdo human, skele-dude." He scoffs. "don't say stupid shit like that. i don't care about anything." "What about Papyrus?" "...that's different. he's family. ya gotta care about family." My face falters with lack of emotion. "Yeah...Family." He notices this melancholy but doesn't remark on it. "getting back on track. ya wanted to know the way to waterfall?" "If that's okay with you." "i can tell ya, but not here. go through this gate thingy. we'll talk over at my post." "Not sure I can get through this thing." "not really much of a choice. the trees are so packed together not even a dog could wiggle through'em." I sigh and turn back to the barricade. "Whatever happens...Don't mock me." He looks at me confused until he sees what I meant. I take off the backpack and slip it through before tossing it to the other side, I don't need the extra mass. I have to go at this thing sideways. I manage to get my head and right arm through just fine till I hit my first problem...my ample chest. "*irritated* Stupid mammary lumps of fat..." Sans blushes as he watches me try to manhandle my boobs to get through this tight squeeze. But then he gets a devilish idea. "heh...ya okay, kiddo?" "Do I look okay, Sans?" "i don't know. you seem to be making the breast of a bad situation." I flinch with a small blush. "You did not just say that." "say what? like i'd say anything to piss you off. what do i look like to you? some kinda boob?" My eye twitches as I snarl. "I said, don't mock me! This shit hurts!" "alright, alright, i'll stop. it was chest a joke." I growl in annoyance and try to focus on the task at hand. "Now do you see why I don't like it when you make puns?" So speaks the backpack containing Flowey. "You keep quiet, petal-head. I don't need your shit right now either." Sans just laughs, finding this very amusing. I bite my tongue and finally force my chest through this stupid shit, so now I'm halfway in and out of this gate. God, it's times like this that I really miss my kid body. Flat chest, no ass, not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen. Now look at me. 160 pounds of muscle, big boobs, latin ass, and hourglass curves that make this such a huge fucking pain! Fuck my genetics! Fuck bone structure! Fuck DNA! Fuck all this! Argh! So much internal screaming! "not to sound cheeky..." My head slowly turns to look at the soon to be deadman making jokes at my expense. "yet this is such a booty-ful view." "*seething* I will end you." "i'd like to see ya try. that would mean you'd have to squeeze back through here again. and i don't think ya really want to do that." "...You are such an ass." "at least i'm not the butt of the joke." "*angry roar*" "hahaha...oh, this is looking to be a good day." "Fuck! This! Shit!" {Don't do anything crazy now.} I focus all this rage into pushing through this gate and after much pain of parts of me being pressed into my own bones, I pop out the other side. But with the sudden force of the emergence from this stupid thing, I end up moving faster than my feet expect and have no balance on the bridge. I fall off and only escape a foolish demise by digging my fingers into the edge of the pit to the point I find bracing on a tiny ledge. Flowey freaks out having seen me disappear from sight. "Lynsie!" {Hang on!} I silently thank Flowey for all the training we've done. The old me wouldn't have this grip and be dead by now. "hey, kiddo. take my hand." I look up and see Sans above me, his hand stretched down to me. But I'm afraid. I can't deal with heights. Even ladders freak me out to climb. If there was water under me, I'd strangely be okay. But this is a bottomless pit and I am anything but okay. "kid...snap out of it. take my hand. i ain't gonna drop ya." {Can he really not tell you can't move?} I'm shaking. I'm afraid to let go to reach out for help. I have doubts I can keep hold with one hand or that I'm fast enough to get his hand in time. He can see this. The angry confident human he was just making fun of is now nothing more than a frightened puppy of her former self. He sighs and moves away from the ledge. "you owe me for this." I'm confused when suddenly my soul appears and turns blue. Feeling a magical pull, I'm lifted up out of the pit and tossed into the snow near him. "How...You...You can use blue attacks?" "ya know about such things?" I point to the flower still trying to hide and he chuckles. "figures. kid, i don't like using my magic if i don't have to. so now, you owe me a favor that ya can't weasel out of. ya got that?" I just stare at him and he becomes uncomfortable. "what? do ya not understand english all of a sudden?" I get up and hug him suddenly, much to his confused shock. "w-what the hell are ya...?" "Thank you." He's stunned for a moment. "uh...no big deal, kid. but can ya let go?" I do so as requested. Then suddenly a thought comes to me. "Wait...How did you get over here?" "what do ya mean?" "You were over there. I was looking up the whole time and didn't see you cross the bridge. So how did you get over here?" He rolls his shoulders. "i took a shortcut." I open my mouth to question that but the words die in my head. "*sigh* Never mind." "that's the spirit. come on. my station's over here." {This guy is a real piece of work, right? Are you sure we can trust him?} "*whisper* Dude, he just saved my life. I'm trusting him even if it kills me." {That is very counterproductive.} He stars walking as I grab my pack and put it back on while following him. "Is it safe to come out yet?" "*whisper* Best stay hidden, flower-boy. You never know what might happen." He leads me over to a more open area that has what appears to be a workstation/sentry post and for some reason a randomly convenient cage beside to large snow covered rocks. Up ahead the trees change from being these dreaded spooky things to more coniferous types covered in heavy snowfall. "So...Dumb question...What's with the cage?" "that thing? for putting humans in of course. or any annoying asshole that's bugging me." "Good answer." "but mostly i just nap on it when i feel like laying flat." He goes sits behind his post and I stand in front. "alright. since ya made it past the gate, i'll tell ya how to get to waterfall." "Thank you very much, skele-dude." "first you need to..." "SANS!" For the first time in seeing this cool skeleton, I witness nervousness take him and sweat starts to form across his skull. "shit, it's pap." "Your bro?" "yes! uh...okay! change of plans. quick, get behind here and take cover." "But..." "do it or die." I can't argue with that logic. I move fast to get under Sans's post and avoid his legs along with the weird crap down here. "okay, just don't move and keep quiet." I give him a thumbs up as the sound of footsteps grows louder till they stop what is the spot behind me. "sup, bro?" "AMAZING, SANS. YOU'RE ACTUALLY AWAKE AT YOUR STATION FOR ONCE." "ya say that like it's a bad thing." "IT IS A BAD THING. IF YOU'RE AWAKE, THEN YOU SHOULD BE WORKING. IT'S BEEN EIGHT DAYS AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T RECALIBRATED THE PUZZLE TRAPS! WHAT IF A HUMAN WERE TO SNEAK PAST? THERE'D BE NOTHING TO PREVENT THEM FROM GOING TO TOWN." "except the four or five sentry dogs also guarding the way there." Papyrus snarls and slams his hands on the desk above me, making me jump a little. "THAT'S NOT THE POINT, YOU USELESS WORM! IT IS OUR JOB TO MONITOR THIS AREA AND TAKE DOWN ANY HUMAN THAT DARES ENTER! I WILL NOT BE MADE A FOOL OF BY THOSE FLEA RIDDLED MONGRELS!" "doesn't the success of your underlings make you look better?" "IT WOULD IF YOU WEREN'T MY ONLY UNDERLING! ALL YOU DO IS JUST HANG AROUND OUTSIDE YOUR STATION! AND WHEN YOU'RE NOT DOING THAT, YOU'RE SLEEPING ON THE JOB! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING WHEN I'M NOT AROUND?!" "for your information, boss, i do a lot when you aren't looking." "I CALL BULLSHIT THERE, SANS. THE DAY YOU DO WORK IS THE DAY THE BARRIER BREAKS." "laying it on a bit harsh today. undyne must be in a bad mood." "THAT FOOLISH WOMAN THINKS SHE'S SO GREAT NOW. SHE HAS NO IDEA OF MY PLANS. LIKE I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS, WOULD BE SATISFIED BEING THE SECOND IN COMMAND. THE VERY IDEA PISSES ME OFF." "i thought she was your buddy or something like that?" "ALL PART OF MY INGENIUS PLAN, BROTHER. FIRST, I GAIN HER TRUST AND MOVE UP THE RANKS SLOWLY TO AVOID SUSPICION. THEN, WHEN HER GUARD IS DOWN, I'LL USERPT THE ROLE OF HEAD OF THE ROYAL GUARD FROM RIGHT UNDER HER FEET! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!" I am so tempted to peek and see exactly how awesome Sans's brother is, but I don't want this guy to kill me before I even utter the words "hello". Plus, I'm a little distracted by car magazines and all the hot dog related condiments that are under here with me. I'm just grateful Flowey is so scared that he's speechless. "well, if anyone can put a hook on that fish, it's you, bro." Papyrus snarls. "SANS! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT MAKING PUNS?!" Sans is suddenly pulled out of his seat. Papyrus must be huge! "ALL YOU DO IS SIT AND BOONDOGGLE! YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER EVERY DAY! AND YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPTS AT HUMOR ARE EVEN MORE DISGRACEFUL!" "oh, so my puns are stupid now, is that it?" "YES! THAT IS PRECISELY IT! THEY'RE CHILDISH, CRUDE, AND ALWAYS FAIL TO MAKE ME LAUGH." "alright then, bro. how's about i do impersonations instead?" Sans is allowed to stand on his feet for this. "oh, look at me! i'm the great and terrible papyrus! i practice evil laughs in the shower like freaking dingus! neh neh neh..." Don't laugh. Don't make a sound. Don't blow your hiding spot. Don't be stupid. Don't be you right now! "THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE AN IMPERSONATION. THAT SOUNDS LIKE...*GASP* MOCKERY! YOU'RE MOCKING ME, AREN'T YOU?!" "no, paps, come on. i'm your brother. i would never, i mean, never ever...look, paps! a human!" "WHERE?!" Sans falls back on his seat, laughing his bony ass off till he rolls off onto the snow. Papyrus is not amused. "*GROAN*...VERY CLEVER AND WITTY AS USUAL, SANS. I'M GOING TO PATROL THE AREA NOW. DON'T BOTHER ME UNLESS YOU ACTUALLY SEE A HUMAN." Papyrus storms off and I wait till Sans settles down. "okay...heheh...you can come out now." I crawl out from under there. "Dude...That was nuts!" "yeah. never a dull moment in this place. but you can relax. paps is all bark and no bite unless ya try to bite him first. he won't kill ya on sight, but he will try to take ya prisoner." "You could've told me that earlier." "and miss out on messing with ya? not a chance in hell, kid." I chuckle a little. "Fair enough, skele-dude. Fair enough." I help him off the ground and he dusts off the snow. "like i was saying...if ya follow the path forward, you'll hit snowdin town. after that is waterfall. there is where your ghost bud lives." "Thanks, Sans. You're a real lifesaver." He rubs the back of his skull and chuckles. "in more than one way, right?" "You know it. Well...See ya later I guess." I start to walk away. "hey, wait!" I pause and look back at him. "actually...i think i wanna cash in that favor ya owe me." "Okay? What is it?" He sweats a bit. "i was thinking...my brother's been kind of a pain lately, as ya can tell. but...he's never seen a human before. and playing around with you might just make his day." I pale. "What?!" "don't worry about it so much. remember, i'm here keeping ya from getting your ass kicked. so throw me a bone, will ya?" I'm hesitant. But if this gets me in good with him and shows my friendly intent, then I guess I can try. "*sigh* I'm not one to welsh on a favor. And...If it lets me see how great your bro is, then I guess it's fine." "for real? nice! ya won't regret it, kid. i'll be seeing ya up ahead soon." He walks away in the opposite direction then disappears. Now it makes sense. Sans can teleport. It's official, monsters are so badass! I walk in the other direction, the same as Papyrus, and calm my nerves. This adventure is just getting started yet already things are on epic levels of crazy. I sense more excitement is to come, good or bad I don't know. But one thing I do know is this...I still hate the cold. [In Hotland, Laboratory] Alphys and Mettaton are amazed by what they just witnessed. The human had interacted with Sans and for unknown reasons hid her from Papyrus. What was he up to? And a better question...What will happen now? "DID YOU SEE THAT?" "Yeah...I'm so blackmailing that bonehead." "ALPHYS DEAR..." "What?" "WE HAVE TO GET HER HERE." "...Do you have a screw loose or something?" "SHE WILL MAKE THE PERFECT CO-STAR THAT WILL PROPEL ME TO THE TOP. THE AUDIENCE WILL LOVE WATCHING HER. HELL, WE MIGHT EVEN STRIKE IT BIG ONLINE! OOOOOH...I HAVE TO GO WRITE THESE IDEAS DOWN BEFORE I LOSE THIS CREATIVE SPARK! He speeds away. "Wait! Mettaton, you can't just...*sigh* Dumbass. You can't have a show with a co-star if they're dead." Oh well. At least this was entertaining. Whatever was playing out in Snowdin Forest was worth watching. She only hoped Undyne wouldn't show up and put an end to the fun before it gets bloody.

#undertale #underfell #Anomaly #Lynsie #sans #papyrus #gaster #grillby #grandpa semi #napstablook #mettaton #chara #frisk #flowey #Asriel #asgore #toriel #undyne #alphys

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beepbeep-losers · 7 years ago

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boys and a bathroom

part 1: pregame

College au. Modern au. Stan and Eddie room together and are friends with Mike. Ben rooms with Mike and is dating Beverly, who is in an apartment with Richie and Bill. They’re sophomores.

part 2 // part 3 // part 4

now on AO3

Pairing: Stenbrough

Side pairings: Reddie and Benverly

Warning: alcohol, sex mention (? is that a warning?)

Length: 1.3k words

Stan

Stan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He grabbed it and read the words on the screen.

Mike H: Yo, Stan! Haven’t seen you and Eddie in a bit. Ben and I are having a party tonight, you guys should come

Stan chewed on his lip. Parties were messy, which bothered him, but he liked to go out sometimes and he knew that neither he or Eddie had been out since the last time they’d gone with Mike – that had been months ago. Deciding he’d convince Eddie when he saw him, he answered Mike.

Me: Sure, we’ll be there. What time?

Mike H: 10pm, Stan the Man! See you there! Liquor is on me

Stan grinned at Mike’s host behavior. His gatherings were never BYOB. He thought it was rude to invite people over and not supply the “most important party favor.”

Putting his phone back in his pocket, Stan continued his walk to his favorite on-campus restaurant, where he was meeting Eddie for lunch. Eddie was already in their usual booth in the food court, and had his homemade sandwich and an apple in front of him. He didn’t quite trust the student employees. Stan sat his things down and went to get his food. When he finally slipped into the booth across from Eddie, the smaller boy was halfway through his sandwich.

“Thanks for waiting for me to eat, Eddie,” Stan quipped, unwrapping his veggie burger. Eddie stuck his tongue out at him.

“You’re too damn slow, and I was starving,” he said defensively.

Stan shrugged. They ate in silence for a few minutes before Stan spoke again.

“Guess what? We’ve got plans tonight.”

Eddie looked up at Stan, mouth full. “Whadday’mn?” he said, muffled, and then swallowed. “Plans with who?”

“Mike and his roommate are having a party. I said we’d be there.”

A grin slowly broke out on Eddie’s face. “Oh my god, Stan. Let’s get drunk.”

Stan blinked. “Bad day?” Sure, Eddie had been to parties before, but he was usually pretty controlled. Stan would get drunk, but Eddie often just drank a Smirnoff Ice or two and settled with a nice buzz that might delve into tipsiness if he was feeling particularly wild and took a shot. Only a handful of times had Eddie truly partied with Stan.

Eddie leaned over the booth, eyes glinting. “Stan, I just flunked a test over music in the goddamn 1700s – information that I never needed to fucking know in the first place. I’m getting drunk tonight.”

Ah, so the test hadn’t gone well. Stan nodded. “Fair.”

“We’re ubering to Mike’s, right?”

Stan looked up from rifling through his clothes to see Eddie leaning against the doorframe, grinning goofily. They had planned to leave in a half hour. “Uh. Yeah. Why?”

Eddie’s grin grew. “Because I just took two shots and you’re about to take one too.”

Stan smirked, unable to resist. Every once and a while, he and Eddie would both get in a party mood. It seemed like they were both feeling this party tonight. He got up and followed Eddie to the living room, grabbing a shot glass from the cabinet as he and Eddie shared a look that hinted at Party Eddie coming through.

Maybe tonight would be interesting.

Bill

“Richie! Did you take my fuh-flannel?”

Richie was pouring himself a shot of tequila. He didn’t look at Bill as he answered. “You own about a million fucking flannels, Big Bill. You’ll have to be a little more specific.”

“My f-favorite one, Rich,” Bill huffed, stressed. “The red and black one.”

Richie took the shot he’d poured himself quickly, letting out a hiss as the liquor stung his throat, and then looked at Bill. He widened his eyes and clasped his hands under his chin in an exaggerated portrayal of excitement.

“Oh-oh-oh! The one that looks old and worn but in a sexy way? That really makes your whole outfit and that you just feel so cute in?”

Bill met Richie’s teenage girl voice with a flat stare.

“Haven’t seen it.”

Bill groaned.

Suddenly, Beverly, the third and final roommate in their apartment, opened the door to the bathroom, holding three lipsticks in her hand. The rest of her makeup was done, and she looked indecisive.

“Oh, good, you’re both in here,” she said happily, and walked toward them. “I need your help-“

“BEV,” Bill shouted, pointing at her accusingly. “You’re wearing my flannel!”

Bev was, in fact, wearing Bill’s missing flannel. She wore it loose over a black tank top and checkered pajama pants. Richie snorted with laughter as Bev looked down at herself and back up to Bill.

“Oh, yeah. I found it hanging in the laundry room and I got cold while I was putting on my makeup.”

Bill gaped at her. “Beeeeeeev. I’ve b-been looking for it for an hour.”

Bev laughed and shrugged it off. “Here ya go, Bill.”

“Th-thanks,” he sighed, and fled to his room to finish getting ready, leaving Richie to help Bev pick out her lipstick.

Bill was trying to look good tonight. He was feeling a little lonely, especially now that he was living with Beverly and saw her and her boyfriend, Ben, together. He hadn’t even really tried to be in a relationship, and his last one was in high school. Now, he’d decided that he wanted to find someone. His writing was dry and his art was uninspired. He needed a muse.

All he had to do was look nice and not get too trashed this time.

Bill put on the red and black flannel over a snug black t-shirt. He was wearing his favorite pair of denim jeans and he slid on his high top black and white converse. After fussing with his hair a bit and making sure he had some just-in-case money in his wallet, he was ready to go.

When he walked back into the small apartment’s living room, Ben and Bev were sitting on the couch together and Richie was pouring three shot glasses full with raspberry Smirnoff. When he heard Bill leave his room, he looked up and grinned evilly.

“Want a shot, Billy-boy?”

“Considering you’re already pouring th-three and Ben is our DD, and you’re using what you know is my f-favorite, I guess I have to, don’t I?”

Richie closed the bottle and finger-gunned at Bill. “Bingo! Now get your sober ass over here and take this pregame shot with me, Denbrough.”

Bev got up from the couch and looped her arm through Bill’s, dragging him to the counter and bouncing excitedly.

Richie passed out the shots and raised his own high, signaling for the traditional re-party shot toast.

“To getting Bill laid!”

“Guys, what the hell I d-d-don’t –“

“Ssshhhhhh,” Richie shushed, putting a finger over Bill’s lips with his free hand. “You’re wearing your flirty flannel. Don’t deny it.”

Bill glared as Bev giggled and reiterated Richie’s toast:

“To getting Bill laid!”

And they clinked their glasses and took their shots.

“Alright, let’s fucking go!” Richie exclaimed, grabbing his jacket from the back of one of the chairs and heading toward the door, Beverly hot on his heels.

“You shu-sure we don’t need to b-bring drinks?” Bill asked.

Ben waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, Mike said it’s against his morals as a host to not provide liquor.”

Richie, holding open the door, clutched his heart dramatically. “Sounds like a good man to me.”

Finally, the four sophomores filed out of the apartment, hopping into Ben’s car and heading to their party.

Author’s Note: I KNOW THERE ISN’T ANY DIRECT STENBROUGH IN THIS DON’T COME FOR ME. It’ll be there in the next part when they go to the party I swear to god okay. This is setting the scene. The uhhhhh title will make sense next part. And hey, if you have any comments or suggestions or anything at all, feel free to comment or shoot me a message!!! Thanks for reading x

also, big thanks to @kaspbrakseggo for being a beta for this!

permanent tag list: @gingerbreddie @secretblog1212 @reddietofall @eddierichietozier @lonewolfhard @satinkors

#this is a set up chapter uhhhhhh so here ya go #gets much more exciting next part i promise #next should be up within a week #don't quote me on that tho #stenbrough #stanley uris #bill denbrough #the losers club #it 2017 #it fanfic #it fanfiction #ashton writes

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farklelucas · 7 years ago

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Hey! Please can you do a jaylos fic where Carlos tells jay he used to be a girl? Carlos thinks jay won't be happy but jay is really supportive. Thank you cxxxx

of course!! so… unfortunately isle of the lost would not work at all like american/european legal systems and they probably wouldn’t be the kind of place to just give kids meds or honestly any help at all. but i wanted to fit it into the canon universe bc there are trans people everywhere so carlos could def be trans in that story. so, for background purposes, i would think carlos would go to the library, read every book ever written on trans heroes/villains and on a book that one of them DEF wrote on gender therapy/hrt/etc., and then steal what he needs starting with puberty blockers and probably start on t right before getting sent to auradon when he was fifteen (ish?). also in this au they didn’t meet until they were like thirteen, just to make things work, & jay never met cruella bc… carlos is def not out to cruella. she isn’t the best parent ever ya feel. and bc carlos is clever af, he emailed auradon prep posing as his mother pre-arrival and let them know that he is trans and should be registered as a male/called by his chosen name and pronouns/etc and auradon, way more accepting/accommodating of this kind of stuff, helps him out. anyway, various mentions of ftm transition, trans characters, and discussion of gender and the importance of gender.

always taking fic prompts

Carlos hasn’t been this nervous since the day he left the Isle. His whole body is buzzing with anxiety; he can feel the nerves in his fingertips singing with it. He’s terrified.

He’s always had a very set mindset about the subject. It’s nobody’s business but his own; he controls his gender and who gets to know anything about it. Not his mom, not anyone else. As long as

But he thinks that Jay should know.

He texts Jay and asks him to meet him by the Enchanted River after school. Jay agrees easily, cheerfully even. His good mood makes Carlos’s stomach turn even worse; he doesn’t know how Jay is going to react. He just hopes it doesn’t completely ruin their relationship altogether.

Carlos packs up some sandwiches and drinks and hightails it to the Enchanted River. He arrives a full twenty minutes before he and Jay agreed to be there, so he paces up and down the riverbank. He feels sick to his stomach.

Eventually, he hears a shout and sees Jay heading down the path towards the lake. He feels his entire chest clench, but he shakes himself and walks back towards the gazebo. If Jay knew about the problem, he would tell Carlos to be brave and hold his head high. But unfortunately, Jay can’t know, because he is the problem.

Carlos meets Jay on the picnic blanket and sits with him. Jay is smiling, and smiling, and God, Carlos can only hope it stays that way. “So, what’s up?” he asks, reaching out to take Carlos by the hand. “You said you wanted to talk.”

Unfortunately, Carlos can’t muster up a level of enthusiasm. So he just gives him a half-smile and says, “Yeah.” The smile slips from Jay’s face a little, and he shifts closer so that their knees are touching. Carlos feels, at once, better and even more nervous at the touch. “Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Well, this doesn’t sound good,” Jay murmurs.

Oh, God, if only you knew. Carlos swallows. He is completely prepared for Jay to run for the hills. Well, he’s not prepared. Honestly, over the past few months they’ve been dating, and the entire five years they’ve been friends, Jay has become a complete lifeline. He seems himself completely falling for him and if Jay leaves now, it could crush him. Not to mention, the four of them - Jay, Mal, Evie, and himself - have always been together. What happens if they split? What happens to their friends?

But he can’t keep this to himself. It’s a huge part of him, and if Jay isn’t comfortable with it… maybe it’s better off. He can’t help but feel like that it won’t be, that it’ll hurt like hell.

He shakes his head. “I just… we’ve been together for a couple months now, and I don’t really tell a lot of people this, but I can’t just keep it from you because it’s such a huge part of my life.”

Jay squeezes his hand. “Carlos, you’re starting to scare me,” he murmurs softly. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me. I want you to always be comfortable with me and with us and I would never want you to feel obligated to tell me anything.”

That makes Carlos raise an eyebrow. “I thought we don’t have secrets?”

“There’s a difference between secrets and our own personal business,” Jay says.

Carlos shakes his head. “It’s a secret. And couples definitely don’t keep secrets this big.”

Jay shifts so that they’re sitting across from him, eyebrows furrowed looking him in the eyes. “You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”

“No!” Jay breathes a sigh of relief, and Carlos begs himself off of laughing. “No, I just - I’m…” He takes a deep breath. “I’m transgender.” Jay blinks, confused. “I was born, biologically, as a girl. But I transitioned to a boy. It’s pretty common, there have been a lot of examples of it throughout history, a lot of famous villains and heroes were rumored to be trans. Little Red Riding Hood, Rumplestiltskin, and Snow White’s first husband, Ferdinand. It’s really pretty interesting…”

He hangs his head and sighs. He can feel himself blabbering, but he’s so nervous and he can’t stop. Suddenly, he feels hands reach out and gently touch his face. “This is what you were so worried about?” Jay asks, gently.

Carlos looks up at Jay, whose brows are furrowed but he’s still smiling, gently. Meanwhile, Carlos feels like he’s about to burst into tears, but instead he just nods miserably. “Babe, I don’t care about your gender.” Jay winces at his own wording, shakes his head and starts again. “No, that’s not right. I do care about your gender, because obviously it means a lot to you. It’s a big part of who you are as a person, a whole chunk of your identity, and that’s amazing. But it’s not the determining factor of how much I like you.”

Carlos frowns. “Really?”

“Of course,” Jay says, immediately. “Like… you really, really love dogs. You like video games. You can be a slob. You’re kind and loyal. You’re beautiful.” Carlos feels his cheeks go warm. “These are all parts of you, but I like you because you’re… you. Does that make sense? Like, the sum of the parts equals the whole - you’re the whole, and that’s all that really matters.”

All the sudden, Carlos feels his face get wet with tears. Before Jay can really say anything else and before Carlos’s crying gets out of hand, he reaches out and throws his arm around Jay’s shoulders, burying his face into Jay’s hair. “You have no idea how much this means to me,” he murmurs, feeling Jay’s arms come and wrap around him. “I love you.”

Jay pauses a moment, then holds him even tighter. “I love you,” he says. “So damn much.”

#jaylos #otp: he's kind of like my brain #descendants #katie writes #a disclaimer: i am cis #carlos's feelings in this fic are based purely off of stories of those who have kindly shared them with me or with the world at large #anonymous #what kind of woman doesnt have an ask #in every universe in every timeline in every gender #i firmly believe that carlos is a nervous talker

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letsprayitwritesitself · 8 years ago

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Harry Potter AU; Javid

(so the way this is going to go, because i’m so hyped about this, is four sections, following along with the plot of the last four books in the series. this is part one, with the next three to be posted in the next few days.) (also like this is all assuming the reader will have knowledge of the plot of the last four harry potter books!! wikipedia that shit if u dont know!)

again, sincerest hugest thanks 4 this prompt!!!!!!!

Davey knew, logically, that there was no way he could really be hurt at this thing. He was far enough away that he could enjoy the thrill of the event without being nervous (for himself, that is, the kid that was down there was another matter entirely.) But all the same, there was a fucking dragon there.

He would have been content to hear about it from his friends after it happened, head full of fantasies of how quiet the library probably was, how he’d be able to get at the herbology book he’d been coveting for weeks - but they’d forced him out, stressing how historic this tournament was, and how much he’d regret missing it. He didn’t tell them that actually, he’d missed a lot of historic events before, and he was really quite alright with it. For his part he’d made them stand at the back (although he was sure that if a dragon really wanted to hurt them it wouldn’t be put off by the extra fifty feet or so it had to travel.)

‘I wonder how they’re meant to pull this off?’ Albert squinted out into the field, trying to assess what the poor bastards taking part had to deal with. ‘Do they get any help?’

‘I don’t think so.’ Davey had read up a little on these tournaments. ‘I think the point is they’re meant to be able to come up with their own way.’

‘I couldn’t do it, ya know. I’d piss my pants and cry for a really long time, til everyone went home.’

‘That might work.’ Davey raised his eyebrows. ‘The dragon might feel sorry for you and let you win.’

‘Maybe I should have entered my name after all!’

They were interrupted by a short Gryffindor wielding a wad of parchment.

‘You guys want some action?’

‘I’m sorry?’ Davey couldn’t unpick this guy’s phrasing.

‘Good odds on Potter and Diggory. C’mon, let’s liven it up.’

‘It’s already pretty lively, I think.’

‘Give it up, Race,’ another Gryffindor appeared behind the kid and affectionately pulled on his friend’s woolly hat. ‘Them Weasley boys have monopolised the game.’

‘Rats.’ Race tucked his betting slips under his arm.

Davey turned back to Albert. ‘I was about to complain about being cold but I don’t want to tempt fate.’

‘I don’t think the dragon cares too much, Davey.’

‘Hey, I know you.’ Race’s friend butted in. ‘Albert, you’re in my potions, right?’

‘Right! What’s up? Davey, this here’s Jack Kelly. He’s the kid who exploded the Confusing Concotion in Snape’s face in second year, oh my god.’

Davey nodded in greeting, vaguely remembering hearing the story. Jack smiled and reached out his hand to shake Davey’s. It was at that moment that the dragon decided to show the world what a bad mood it was in, and blast a stream of fire over the entire stadium. Davey gasped, and ducked - because there was a fucking dragon there - and if he happened to accidentally squeeze this stranger’s hand, well, that was probably entirely understandable.

Because of the fucking dragon.

Jack grinned and raised his eyebrows but he didn’t pull his hand away. If a cute stranger needed him to protect them, he’d be there.

‘Sorry,’ Davey muttered. He dropped Jack’s hand and looked towards the arena, where the first competitor was coming out to somehow fight the god damn dragon. ‘Apparently dragons make me anxious.’

‘It’s no problem.’

Race and Albert, sharing a look, stepped away so Jack and Davey were standing next to each other. They all turned their attention back to the action. Cedric Diggory looked tiny among the rocks and the dragon had apparently noticed him going for the golden egg. This was terrifying. Davey jumped at every movement down there and, after only a few minutes was watching through his fingers. Cedric was shooting curses to try and distract the creature and they were almost working - not well enough for Davey to be anything less than petrified. A shocking near miss involving a badly timed leap from the champion saw him jump and physically look away.

He felt a nudge from next to him and turned to see Jack smiling and offering his hand.

‘Might help?’

He looked down at the hand and back up at Jack. Part of him wanted to defend himself, say he didn’t need protecting, that he wasn’t even scared - but a way bigger part of him, a very sensible part of him, was on edge, and grateful for the comfort.

And Jack was pretty.

He took the had and held it tight. None of the champions died, and the protective stranger turned out to be good company. Jack managed to supply witticisms to offset the tension of what they were seeing, and Davey appreciated it as much as he appreciated having a hand to squeeze when things got edgy. Even if he’d just met the guy, comfort was comfort.

At the end he let Jack’s hand go with only some reluctance, cringing at the white imprint his fingers had made on Jack’s skin.

‘Sorry. And thanks.’

‘Don’t mention it.’ Jack flexed his hand (it was only moderately painful.) Students around them were emptying the arena fast. Albert and Race started to head off in different directions. Jack took a couple of steps backwards, following Race. ‘Maybe I’ll see you around?’

‘Maybe you will.’ Davey smiled, almost daring himself to ask Jack when he might see him around, but panicking at the last moment. He headed away with Albert.

Race stared, incredulous, at Jack. ‘”Maybe I’ll see you around?”’

‘Didn’t wanna come on too strong!’

‘You just held his had for almost two hours, Jack.’

Jack glanced back over his shoulder and caught a fleeting moment of eye contact with Davey who was doing the same.

‘It’s a good start, isn’t it?’

Davey went to watch the next task with Sarah. Again, he had been planning on staying in and studying, even with the potential draw of handsome strangers offering to protect him from danger. At the same time, he may or may not have been keeping an eye out for Jack Kelly in the week since they had met, and he hadn’t spotted him once. He might not even be at the event, and if he was, there was no guarantee Davey would see him.

Like he had even thought about it.

But Sarah had cornered him at breakfast and told him categorically that they were going on a sibling date to check out the foreign kids in their bathing suits. They ambled down to the hills to take a sailboat into the lake, clad in their big coats and knitted hats, using the opportunity to catch up.

‘What happened to the little kid who used to come and find me every mealtime, huh? Haven’t seen you in weeks.’ Sarah aimed a light kick at him from across the boat. Davey smiled as he remembered how scared he’d been of starting at Hogwarts.

‘I guess I thought that you’d be able to introduce me to people, but you weren’t as cool as you pretended to be.’

‘Excuse you! I happen to be very popular… among… my friends.’

‘You’re right, I’m very sorry, Sarah.’

‘I actually do have some exciting developments in the gal pal department. You know Katherine from seventh year?’

‘I know Katherine from seventh year.’ He clambered out of the boat up to the stand, reaching in to help her up.

‘I’ve been getting to know Katherine from seventh year.’ She grinned, pushing him towards the crowd. ‘We spent all day together in Hogsmeade last weekend and then we had an accidental sleepover by the lake.’

‘Ew. I’ve heard enough.’

‘Not like that, gross! But I am feeling really good about her.’

‘Is she not here today?’

‘No, she’s on press duties. How cool is that?’

‘That is cool. In fact, maybe too cool. Definitely too cool for you.’

‘Luckily she hasn’t realised that yet.’ She poked him in the chest. ‘Your turn.’

‘What?’

‘Anything on the horizon?’ They found a place at the front and Davey leaned over the railing, letting the cold air whip his face, trying to decide if “I met a hot guy a week ago” was sufficient gossip for Sarah.

‘Not really.’

‘Your pause was very telling, Davey.’

‘It’s nothing. There’s no-one.’

‘You’re not getting out of it that easy!’

‘Davey!’ He heard the voice over his shoulder and for a split second he was glad of the distraction, before he realised who it was. Oh boy. He turned to see Jack heading over. He smiled in greeting, ignoring Sarah’s raised eyebrows. ‘You look cold.’

‘Yeah, it’s the… cold.’ His cheeks turned even redder as Jack reached out and touched one gently.

‘Better than almost being set on fire, I guess.’

‘A lot of things are.’ Jack stood next to him, leaning on the rail, looking at Sarah. ‘I’m Jack.’

‘Sarah.’

‘Not crashing a date or something, am I?’

‘Not at all. This here’s my baby brother.’ She grinned at Davey, who had managed to blush harder.

‘Bet you could tell me some stories, huh?’

‘Depends what you wanna know.’

Davey cleared his throat. ‘Guys, it’s starting.’ He didn’t want their conversation going any deeper - he knew what Sarah was like. She loved him a lot but god, she liked making him squirm.

The four champions stepped forward and a distinct impressed mumble passed through the crowd. Jack took a few seconds to rake his eyes over Viktor Krum and his tiny red shorts, and piped up.

‘I’m gayer than I thought.’

Sarah, just barely hearing, was captivated by blonde hair and lycra.

‘Me too.’

During breakfast the day before the first task, an owl dropped a handwritten note into Davey’s porridge.

How about we meet at the last task on purpose?

It was complete with a little moving doodle of cartoon-Jack valiantl protecting cartoon-Davey from a dragon, a drawing that might have been embarrassing were it not, you know, true. All the same it made Davey chuckle quietly, and he pulled out his quill to scribble a yes. Hanging out with Jack at the second task had been fun, even if Davey felt like an asshole for letting Sarah be turned into the third wheel. Jack was funny, making quips about what the mermaids might have stolen from him, and how he’d go about trying to do the task (transforming into a giant squid and fucking up everyone and everything until they handed Crutchie back to him with an apology note.)

At the end when Katherine came over to find Sarah, having finished composing her report, Jack confessed that he’d lost his friends when he spotted Davey, so the two ended up sharing a boat back to the castle. It had all seemed to get very… date-like, something Davey was totally fine with of course, but he was a little reticent in acknowledging it, in case he’d misread all the signals. Even now, telling Jack that he’d like to go with him to the last task, he didn’t want to let himself get too hopeful about the two of them, telling himself that it was still a good thing that Jack wanted to hang out. Even without any… intentions.

He gave the note back to the owl and watched as it soared across the great hall, over to the Gryffindor table he’d spent so long looking for Jack at. It flew all the way to the end, by the door, and he sat up as straight as he could to spot him.

Jack was sitting at the very end of the table, backwards, which went some way to explaining why Davey had never been able to spot him before. He was talking animatedly to a kid at the Hufflepuff table, one who had similarly turned his back on his own housemates. Davey recognised him, it was the kid everyone called Crutchie - he assumed it was an affectionate nickname, but he couldn’t be sure. Now he had found Jack, he watched him read the reply, felt the violent sting of butterflies in his stomach when he saw Jack say something to Crutchie, and Crutchie react with sheer delight.

Then Jack looked over his shoulder and caught Davey staring. Crutchie waved. Davey blushed, obviously. But he smiled too.

They met by the front door and walked across to the arena in the twilight. Davey itched to reach out and take Jack’s hand but even though they’d been there and done that, it would have felt like an enormous assumption. He took his cues from Jack, the more confident of the two, who was interested in using the cold weather to his advantage. They found decent spots towards the back.

‘Who d’you think’s gonna take this?’ Davey asked as they stared down at the hedges.

‘As much as I wanna say one of our guys, I kind of want it to be Krum. But I think that’s just me falling for his charm.’

‘Is that your type?’ This felt like a very brazen and un-Davey thing to say, but he saw a tiny window and had to leap through it. Jack pretended to think about it for a moment.

‘You know, I’m not sure. I’m starting to think I prefer someone a little taller. Little cuter.’ He looked at Davey. ‘Little smarter.’

‘How do you know how smart he is?’

‘I know how smart you are. Odds are he don’t match up.’

Davey looked at the ground to hide the grin that forced it’s way on to his face. Jack bit his lip, shuffling from one foot to the other.

‘Sorry, that was too corny. You can tell me to stop it.’

‘I don’t really want you to stop it.’ He looked back up at Jack. The air was full of excitement. Student babbled incoherently around them, and suddenly they’d both admitted something. They were quiet amongst the chaos for a moment and it was Jack who, with a smile on his face, started to lean in.

Cheers exploded around them as they kissed for the first time and they took a couple of seconds to pretend it was for them, riding the high of what sounded like a Hogwarts victory, with their own personal wave of elation. It only lasted a moment, more sweet and searching than anything else.

Their resultant dopey grins fell quickly as they heard an anguished scream from the field. Something was wrong.

Reflexively Davey reached for Jack’s hand, seeking that comfort, as he tried to figure out what was going on. The news of Cedric’s death travelled up to them via murmurs in the crowd and catalysed the wave of unease that the castle wouldn’t shake for months, that contradicted fiercely with the new happiness Jack and Davey had found, and yet that gave them more reason to cling to each other.

#newsies fic #jack kelly #davey jacobs #javid #newsies #Blessed by this prompt tbh

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nastytrashblog · 8 years ago

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Lie (Jimin Wings Fanfic)

A/N HOOOOOLYYYYYYYYYYY THIS TOOK ME A LONG TIME! I did this instead of work LOL, I’m so screwed. This is reeaaaaaaaaaaally long. 12,755 words, should’ve made this into parts, oh well. Side note; most of the lines indicate a change in POV. I hope you guys like it!

Fluff, Badboy/drugs AU

WARNINGS: Mentions of drug abuse, alcohol, and smut.

"Hey babe, you got it?" Jimin had been having withdrawals the past few days. He couldn't take it anymore. However, his girlfriend has her ways. They met up in an alleyway where no one could see or track them.

"Yes, anything for you love." Jimin was about to intake the drug, but she stopped him.

“Come on baby, you have to repay me. I went through so much to get that for you.” She made a pouty face and placed her hand on his chest.

“Of course baby, I’ll repay you right after this.” He tried to smoke it again be she took it away.

“Repay me now, or else I’ll throw this away.” She teased him. Jimin knew what she wanted and pushed her to the brickwall. He kissed her on the lips and made his way down her neck. He slid his hands in her pants and finished what he had to do. Once he did it, he took it back and started to smoke it. He inhaled a few times and gave it to her.

“Here, I have to get back to work.” She took it and started to smoke it herself.

“Okay, but don’t take what you did a full payment. You still have to give me more later.” She bit her lip and winked at him.

“Yes, of course.” He kissed her on the cheek and put on his hood, then walked away.

Jimin and his girlfriend had been dating for 4 years, he was crazy about her, she was crazy about him, or at least what he “had.” They were high school sweethearts, but she became a bad influence. He loved her so much, he did everything she asked him to do. He was an A student, he had a perfect GPA, but when she came in the picture, that disappeared. The only thing that kept him going was dancing. He was lucky when he was accepted into big hit. None of his fans knew what he does, or what he goes through, but he doesn’t plan for that to change anytime soon.

Jimin ran into the dorms to change from his drug smelling clothes. Everyone was still there, waiting for him.

“Oh, you’re back!” Taehyung said excitedly. He jumped up from the couch and put his arm around him. He took a big whiff and knew exactly where he’s been. “Aish, go take a shower pot head.” Tae pushed him towards the bathroom. He sniffed his arm and immediately made a disgusted face. “Thanks a lot Jimin!” He said sarcastically.

“It’s not pot.” Jimin had a mischievous look on his face and hugged Tae. He squirmed in his arms and broke free. He ran into the bathroom in the speed of light. The sound of him turning on the shower made everyone in the room break out into laughter. Jimin walked towards the couch. When he was about to sit, Hoseok stopped him with his foot.

“Ya, clean yourself first before you touch any of the furniture.” he said in a serious tone. He pushed him away with his foot making him jut forward.

“Okay I get it!” He chuckled. They all went back on their phones like a bunch of robots. “Aren’t we supposed to be at practice right now?”

“Yeah, but we waited so you won’t get in trouble. Now hurry up before they come here.” Namjoon explained. They all cared for him, even if they will get punished for it. Jimin nodded and walked towards his room to get clothes. He then knocked on the door and Tae came out of the shower with his clothes and hair soaking wet.

“You could’ve taken off your clothes, and THEN showered.” Yoongi said disappointed. Tae didn’t care what he said and sloshed into his room leaving a trail of water. Jimin walked into the washroom before they started arguing.

“This rat, who’s going to clean this up now!” Jin exclaimed. All of the hyungs looked at each other, then at the youngest whose eyes were fixed onto his phone. His head popped up and let out a tired sigh.

“Why is it always me?!” He said angrily. He pushed himself up and went into the kitchen. He took some paper towels and cleaned up the water.

Many thoughts went through Jimin’s head. He just stood in the shower letting the water drip from his body down to the floor. He leaned against the wall closing his eyes “Come on baby, do this for me!”, feeling the water hit his face.“I thought you loved me.” He felt calm, “If you did, you would do this for me.” at peace,“Are you scared?” he hasn’t felt that in a while. “I can’t believe you actually killed him.” Jimin’s eyes immediately opened at the memory. He took a deep breath and reassured that everything was going to be okay.

Jimin finished and came out drying his hair. They were all on their phones once more. When they heard the door creak open, their heads popped up.

“Okay, let’s go. I don’t want to get into more trouble.” Jimin said putting on his shoes without a care.

“Lucky for us, the practice was cancelled.” Yoongi said while his eyes still glued on his phone, lying down on Jungkook’s lap. Jimin took his shoes off and jumped onto the couch letting out a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes almost drifting off to sleep. The boys exchanged looks saying for one of them to ask what happened, but Jimin got the hint.

“Nothing happened. Just the usual. Got my stuff, her begging, then me leaving.” Jimin sat up and crossed his legs.

“I don’t want to be rude, but why are you with her again?” Jungkook asked. It was too complicated, Jimin couldn’t even explain it.

“I don’t even know anymore. I want to break up with her, but at the same time, I don’t know how. She- she has her ways in keeping me beside her. I can’t explain it. It’s like I’m under a spell or something.” This has been happening for too long. He doesn’t know if he loves her, yet he doesn’t know why he’s with her.

“Maybe she’s the devil tempting you. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. She’s a lunatic who only cares about drugs, money and sex.” Jin was frustrated on what she does to Jimin. None of them wanted Jimin to have to deal with this anymore. “Please, break up with her. We’ll go with you if you want, but you need to.” They all agreed. Then, the sound of Jimin’s phone ringing echoed in the room. He took his phone out and the others crowded around him.

“It’s (g/n). I have to take this, I’ll be back.” Jimin got up, but they pushed him back down again.

“No, you’re picking up, on speaker, with us beside you. We promise we won’t say anything.” Namjoon said, gesturing for him to pick up. Jimin let out a sigh and did what he said.

“Hey baby.” (g/n) in a lustful tone.

“Hey babe, what’s up?”

“What’s up? What’s up is that I need my full payment still. The one that you did earlier was not enough. You know what I want, you know how to do it. Come over so I can have it.” She giggled. Everyone had a disgusted look on their face, but Jimin had no choice. She gets what she wants, he gets what he needs. “Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

“I’ll be ready.” Jimin hung up and shoved his phone back into his pocket and let out an aggravated grunt. He got up and turned to the other members.

“I gotta go. Don’t worry about me, you already know the deal.” He let out a faint smile. He put on his jacket and shoes, and walked out the door. Everyone was worried, they had no power over his situation. They couldn’t do much, they could only give some advice, but he wouldn’t listen.

(G/n) didn’t live in the friendliest neighborhood. It was always dark and gloomy whenever you would walk through, but it fit her personality. Filled with sexually active people, drug users, alcoholics, smokers, no wonder she had this attitude. No matter how many times Jimin walked through here, he still didn’t get used to it. Luckily, no one recognized him, no one could try to mug him.

He reached her front door and knocked. The door flung open and she pulled him in. Jimin took a good look at what she was wearing. His mood went from hating her, to wanting her. She bought new lingerie. It was a Victor Classified’s Dream Angels Lace Bustier in red and black. Jimin didn’t know what was happening. He hated the thought of her manipulating him, and now he loves that she’s in front of him.

“Damn baby, you’re looking hot.” He said pulling her closer. He licked his lips while looking at hers. She gave a sly smile and put her arms around his neck. She played with his hair and tip toed to kiss him. He kissed her back taking control. His hands moved down and squeezed her ass making her moan. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Jimin made his way to the bedroom, bumping into almost every wall. He reached the bed and placed her down. He kissed down her neck and to her chest. He looked up at her and she nodded.

“I stole this anyways.” He chuckled and ripped her lingerie open. She laid on the bed with her clothes ripped in the middle. He looked up and down, eyeing everything that is his.

“I’ll never get used to this sight.” He leaned down and kissed her again.

She collapsed on the bed pulling the blanket over her to cover her nudity. Jimin pants beside her and stares at the ceiling. He looked beside him at the time and it read 8:00 pm.

“I should go, I have work to do.” Jimin got up and picked up his clothes. He put on his black underwear, and then his jeans, white shirt and hoodie.

“What if I want more of you later? Stay so I can have you.” She said sitting up. Jimin sneered and kissed her goodbye.

“I think you can last.” Jimin walked out and closed the door behind him. He walked fast to get out of the neighborhood as soon as possible. He didn’t feel safe and didn’t want to take his sweet time walking. He made it out and felt slightly relieved. Though, the area was still a bit sketchy. A snowflake landed on his nose and looked up at the sky. “If only I can fly out of here.”

“Jimin, so nice to see you again.” He heard a familiar voice. It wasn’t a nice one, it was deep and scratchy. He slowly turned his head to look at the buff man with 4 other men beside him. He felt his heart drop, his eyes widened, he knew he had to run.

“Get him!” The man ordered. Jimin ran as fast as he could. He was more agile and went faster than his men. He turned around and saw them far behind him. He smiled, but he then bumped into someone. He faced a man and he picked him up by the neck.

“Is this him boss?” He said as he turned his head into the alleyway. Jimin saw a figure walking into the light.

“Ahh Jimin. Yes it is. It seems that you’re getting yourself into quite a bit of trouble.” Jimin looked down at him and trying to gasp for air. “You can put him down, I doubt he’s going to run.” Jimin fell and started coughing. “Well, you’re wondering why I’m here. Have you heard of the rumors that, if you see me, you’re in big trouble?” He squatted down to look at Jimin in the eyes. “Those aren’t rumors my son.” He laughed maniacally and got up. “You see, you are overdue. I need the money, and from what I remember, that’s about $2,000,000. But, I’m a nice man, I’ll make a deal with you. I can lower it all the way to $500,000 if, I get to play with you a bit more. Maybe even take your girl out on a few “dates” if you know what I mean.” Jimin finally caught his breath.

“This debt, it wasn’t me, it was my girlfriend.” The man waved his finger while clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

“You don’t get it. It’s under your name. Even if she did the damage, it’s still on your hands. So, you want to take the offer or not?”Jimin had no choice, he can’t afford to pay $2,000,000 at this point and he didn’t want to ask his members for money either. He didn’t care for his girlfriend, she made him so mad, he didn’t care if this man fucked her multiple times. “She would love it anyways.”

“Fine, a few scars won’t hur-” the man immediately kicked him in the stomach. He turned to the buff man and others gathered around Jimin.

“Boys, you heard him. Do what you need to do.” Jimin then felt pain everywhere on his body. They kicked him, punched him and hurt him in any way possible. They did this for a good ten minutes. Jimin fell unconscious and was left there.

He was curled up in a dark room. A big movie screen was in front of him. His past, his memories, they were playing in front of him.

“Why are you showing me this?” No one answered. “Am I dying?” He saw how happy he was, he saw his old self. He couldn’t help but tear up because that Jimin, is far gone. The memories of him starting high school, how excited he was. He had friends, he was in clubs, he had a normal life. Then, the day she came. He remembered how in love he was. How whenever he saw her, he would blush and become flustered. Hearing his thoughts, hearing the way he used to think about her, “I was so naive.” He thought. His first times with her played. His first kiss, his first date, his first time trying drugs, but most importantly, his first time killing someone. He knew it was coming, but he couldn’t turn his head away. Seeing how he killed his childhood friend, just because he was trying to help him. He knew what was coming in Jimin’s future, but he didn’t listen. “I’m so sorry (b/n), I should’ve listened. I-I didn’t mean to do that to you. Please forgive me!” His tears streamed from his face, hitting the floor. He couldn’t take it anymore, he didn’t want to see the rest. It suddenly paused at his last moments, a voice echoed through the room.

“A tragedy huh? You’re life was perfect, you were such a good boy.” Jimin looked around him, he didn’t see anyone. “My child, it isn’t your time yet. Change your way of living, your chance will be coming soon, so please take it.” Then, the screen moved up and a light moved towards him. He touched it and everything started to chip away. The darkness revealed a white layer underneath it, and everything went away. “Hello?” a voice in the distance called. “Hello sir can you hear me?”

“Yes 911, there is an unconscious adult male on the floor. He’s bloody, and he has some broken bones.” Jimin started to come back to his senses. “Yes, I think he’s breathing. Wait, he’s moving his eyes. Sir? Can you hear me?” Jimin opened his eyes seeing a woman trying to help him. His eyes strained at the bright light. “What is your name sir?” She asked.

“Ji-” He coughed up blood and tried to continue, “-min. Jimin.” She moved his hair out of his face and looked at him in the eyes.

“Okay Jimin, you’ll be okay. The ambulance will be coming soon.” The girl looked up and around the area. “Do these people have a heart? How could they not help a man covered in blood and on the floor?” She said with a worried look.

“It’s kind of common around this area.” Jimin tried to get up, but his broken arm and rib cage wouldn’t allow it.

“Stay put, I don’t want you to get hurt even more. Just wait for the ambulance please.” It eventually came and put Jimin onto a gurney. “Can I come? I want to see how he does.” The lady asked the paramedic.

“What is your relation with this man? We can’t let on anyone with no-” She cut him off. “I’m his, uhhh, girlfriend.” She lied. Luckily, the paramedic allowed her onto the ambulance and they drove off to the hospital. They brought him to the ER. They took a CT scan and saw that he has a concussion, broken arms and ribs, and internal bleeding. They brought him into the operating room right away. The girl waited with Jimin’s phone in her hand. It started to buzz and saw the name Namjoon on it. She thought it was his brother and picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Hello? (G/n), where’s Jimin?”

“I’m not (g/n), or whoever she is. Jimin’s in the ER getting operated on right now-”

“What? Which ER? Which hospital?”

“Myung sei hospital.”

“That far? Guys, Jimin’s at the hospital. We gotta go.” Namjoon hung up. They arrived at the hospital and asked the front desk where Jimin was. The girl wondered if he was Namjoon. The lady at the front desk pointed to the girl and they walked towards her.

“You’re not Jimin’s girlfriend. Who are you?” one said.

“Sorry I should introduce myself. I’m (y/n). If you’re wondering what happened, I’m not sure. I just found him on the street like that.” They all looked at you confused.

“Why did you say you were his girlfriend?” Another asked.

“I, I was just worried. I was the one who brought him here, I wanted to see if he made it. Oh, here’s his phone. I think he’ll appreciate it if someone he knew held onto it.” You handed them his phone and they took it.

“I guess we should introduce ourselves. I’m Namjoon, he’s Hoseok, Jin, Taehyung, Yoongi and Jungkook.” He explained while pointing each one out. A surgeon came out and approached you and the group of boys.

“Are you (y/n)? Jimin’s girlfriend.” You turned to him and nodded. “Can we talk in private? All of you guys come with me too.” You all followed him into a room. “Well, the surgery was a success. We stopped the internal bleeding and put his bones back in place. They will heal up on their own, but he needs to rest for about 2 months, maybe a little less. Now I know his situation, I have a daughter who’s a big fan of BTS, but he needs to stay. I will keep this a secret from the rest of the staff.” He explained. “Situation? BTS?” You were clueless on who they were. You’ve heard the name BTS before, but you never really knew what that was. You lived in the countryside then moved to the city. You never really watched TV, and barely went out because of the work you had to do. The only time you did was to get food at the convenience store. When you saw Jimin, you were walking home from your brother’s house.

“Can we see him?” Taehyung asked.

“Yes you can. He’s in the room fourth room down the hall to the left. He should be a bit groggy from the anesthesia.” They all nodded and ran into the room. You stayed with the doctor for a bit longer to ask a question.

“Yes Ms. (l/n)? Are you not going to follow them to see your boyfriend?” he asked.

“I have a question to ask. But first, I’m not his girlfriend, I’m sorry for lying. I just, I felt like I needed to go with him. I didn’t know what else to say. Don’t get mad.” he giggled and responded in a soft tone, “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Now what is your question?”

“What is BTS? ” His eyes widened at your question looking appalled, “Really? I would expect a young girl like you to know. They’re one of the most popular kpop groups. Not just in Korea, worldwide. You can search the rest up later, I need to get back to work. I’ll see you around Ms. (l/n).” He left the room and continued on with his work. You exited right after and followed the directions he gave. You knocked on the door before entering and Jin opened the door.

“Oh, (y/n). I thought you would’ve left. Come in.” You entered and saw Jimin in a full body cast. The rest of the boys were on the couch. “I was just feeding him.”

“So, you’re name is (y/n). Thank you for saving me back there, I owe you.” You walked to the injured boy and saw his body and face covered with bandages.

“You don’t owe me anything. I’m glad I was there at the time.” You said smiling. You moved close to him and moved his hair out of his eyes. Although he was smiling, you saw a sad little boy calling for help.

“Umm, can you guys leave (y/n) and I alone for a few minutes?” They all got up and walked out the door. “I just wanted to ask you about something, if you don’t mind talking with me.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem. I’ll answer any question. Oh, and let me feed you.” You wanted to help him as much as possible. You barely knew this guy, but you felt like it was your job to take care of him.

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to take care of me, you’ve done enough.” He smiled. You took a spoonful of rice and chicken and held it near his mouth.

“I insist. Open up.” you let out a soft giggle, and he did as you asked. You put the tray in your lap so it’s more accessible and sat back. “What do you want to ask me?” He swallowed his food and looked at you.

“Well, I wanted to know why you helped me. Since you were in the area, I’m guessing you lived there. Not many people visit, nor are there nice people there.”

“I was visiting my brother, he needed money. I’m lucky I was there at the right time.”

“No, I’m the one that’s lucky.” You talked for the next 20 minutes getting to know each other. It seemed natural, like you knew each other for a long time. He found out almost everything about you, but you learned nothing about him. The boys and the doctor came in while you two were sharing laughs.

“Jimin, Dr. Kim is here to check up on you.” Hoseok said walking in.

“Yes, Jimin did you finish your dinner?” the doctor asked.

“Yep, thanks doc. I feel a bit better after a meal. I haven’t eaten all day.” Jimin looked at you and flashed you a smile.

“Well, you’ll feel much better if you get some rest.” the doctor suggested.

“Can you give us 10 more minutes? We need to discuss on what to tell our manager and PD.” Namjoon asked. The doctor agreed.

“I should get going. I have work in…” You check your watch and it read 2:38 am, “about 5 hours.” You got up from the chair and looked at everyone. “It was nice meeting you all. Maybe we’ll bump into each to in the near future.” You smile and walk out the door with the doctor.

“Ms. (l/n), it was nice meeting you.” the doctor expressed.

“It was nice meeting you too, Mr…” You looked at his name tag, “Kim. Or should I saw Dr. Kim. I’ll see you soon, I just hope it’s not because I got injured, but yeah.” you joked. You said your last goodbyes and parted ways. You were nearly out the door when you heard someone call you name. You turn around and see Jungkook running towards you.

“Ca-can I have your number? For future purposes?” He said panting.

“Yeah sure.” You laughed. “Did you really run to get my number?” He passed you his phone and he started to laugh as well. You finished typing your number in and gave him his phone.

“I guess you can say that. Thanks (y/n).” He lightly tapped his phone on your head and ran down the hall. “That boy is something else.” You laughed. You took the bus home and collapsed on your bed. “Today was a crazy day. That Jimin guy really takes the cake. He’s mysterious. Although he’s happy, it seems that he’s hiding something. I might not see him again anyways. Unless Jungkook, I think that was his name, texts me and makes plans with the others.”

For many weeks, you hoped you would get a call, text, something from Jungkook, but nothing happened. You went on with your life, working at the office once every month, staying at home doing paper work and lounging around, everything was normal. Although, you couldn’t help but think about them. You decided to look them up one day. You never knew how big they were. You listened to their songs, and got into them. When you had free time, you would watch their variety shows and seeing how goofy they are made you smile. The way they make fun of each other, how they tease each other, how Jimin smiled, how he laughed. Whenever you were down, seeing Jimin made you feel at ease, and you didn’t know why.

2 months later

You laid in your bed thinking about the day you saw him on the floor. You were appalled. You never thought that someone who was this famous, would get himself into that situation. You looked at your clock and it read 4:48 am. It was the day where you go to you office once a month to share your research and give a presentation. You had 30 minutes of shut eye when you heard a ding. You lazily lifted your arm to pick up your phone and the light from your screen flashed in your eyes.

“Hello, is this (y/n)?” it read. You slid your finger across your phone and replied without even thinking. You were still half asleep.

“Yes, who’s this?”

“It’s Jimin.” “Jimin, I don’t know a Ji-” Your senses came back and you sat up. “Jimin?! The one I helped a few weeks ago?” You heard another ding and looked at your phone.

“I know it’s been 2 months since we met, but if you remember, Jungkook got your number before you left. He gave it to me when I left the hospital a few days ago. I just thought it would be the right thing to text you. Well, it’s almost 6 in the morning. Sorry if I woke you up, I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

“No, it’s fine. I was already awake. And yeah, I remember, how could I not? So how was your recovery? Did it go smoothly?”

“Yeah, no complications. Thank you again for saving me. I really do owe you.”

“It’s okay, you don’t owe me anything. Thanks for the offer.”

“No I do. Even if it’s something simple. You want to grab lunch later?” Your heart fluttered when you read his text. But then you remembered, “I actually have a presentation today. I don’t get off work until 7.” You wanted to see him, and thought of something else. “Maybe dinner?”

“Sure, I can pick you up at 8 so you have time to change. I’ll see you then.”

“See you.” You didn’t feel tired anymore and felt more energized and got up. You took your time in the shower and drank a warm cup of hot chocolate with your breakfast. By the time you finished, it was still 7:00. The drive there was only 10 minutes, there was no point in being early. You went upstairs to pack your laptop and notes. You looked at your closet and opened it. “Hmm, what should I wear later. Maybe a shirt and jeans? No, seems to casual. Maybe a dress? Nah, too formal. Where are we even going? I should ask him.” You opened your phone and texted Jimin.

“Hey, are you awake? Or did you fall asleep.” He answered instantaneously.

“Nope, still awake. What’s up?”

“Where exactly are we going later?”

“I don’t know, where do you want to go? I’m treating you, so you can pick.”

“I thought you had something in mind.”

“Was I supposed to?”

“Ha. Have you never made plans before? You offered.”

“I offered lunch, not dinner.”

“True. Surprise me then.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“Do you have something in mind yet?”

“Can you wait woman?” You giggled and rolled your eyes.

“I need to know what to wear.”

“Oh, just wear what you would usually wear when you go out.”

“I need specifics!”

“Just wear something casual. Nothing fancy, but don’t under dress okay? And dress for the weather, if you get cold, I’m not giving you my jacket.”

“Wow, what a gentleman. I need to go now, I’ll see you then.”

“Okay, and message me your address. See ya (y/n).” You sent him your address and looked through your closet. You decided to wear a pink collared shirt with a white high waisted skirt and paired it with your peach coloured platforms. Since you were wearing a skirt, you wore a thong. You didn’t want the outline of your underwear to show, so you went with a red laced one. You didn’t think much of it, it’s just underwear… really provocative underwear. It’s not like he’s going to see it. Once you finished and laid it on your bed, it was 7:40. You took your car keys and drove to work.

You arrived and sat at your desk getting everything ready for your presentation. You worked on this for a month and it was your best one yet. You practiced in your head until your boss called the meeting. No matter how many times you had done this, you still got nervous. You greeted everyone as you entered the room and one by one, your colleagues went. Eventually, it was your turn. Everything went smoothly, your boss was pleased with what you did and gave you a promotion. Unfortunately, you couldn’t work at your home anymore and you needed to go to the office regularly. Lunch came and you went to the caf with some of your friends. You caught up with them and surprisingly a lot happened. One of them got engaged, the other is pregnant, another moved homes, you were still living a normal life. Although, you were about to go out to dinner with a huge kpop star. You couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day.

Time went by slowly and it drove you crazy. Whenever you checked the clock, it seemed like it had been hours, but it had only been minutes. You tapped the pencil on your lip, staring at your at your watch. You were shaking your leg anxiously, waiting for that second hand to hit the 12. You counted down in your head, “10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1” You got up, grabbed your jacket and sped out of the room before saying bye to anyone. On the way home, you hit almost every red light which aggravated you. You pulled up at your driveway and ran inside and up the stairs. You looked at the clock and it read 7:15. You undressed yourself from your work clothes and carefully put on your other clothes that had already been laid out. You went to the bathroom and redid your makeup. First your foundation, then concealer, eyebrows, eyeliner, highlight, contour and blush. You put your hair in a half ponytail and curled the tips. By the time you were finished, you heard your phone ring in your room. You ran to it and picked it up.

“Hello?”

“I’m here, are you ready?”

“Yep, I’ll be there in a second.” You hung up and cleaned up all your mess. You took a small bag and shoved your keys,wallet, mirror, charger and portable battery, and phone in it. You put on your shoes and took a good look at yourself. “You’re doing good today (y/n)!” You gave yourself a thumbs up and walked out the door. You saw Jimin in his car wearing a black shirt with a jean jacket and hat. You walked towards his car and entered.

“I think that took more than a second.” he joked.

“You know us girls. Where are we going anyways?” He was silent. You looked at him eyeing you from your head to your feet.

“Is something wrong?” You asked. He turned away and backed up from your driveway.

“Nope, nothing’s wrong.” He bit his lip trying not to look at you. “And you’ll see where we’re going.” You were so excited to see where he took you. He seemed like the romantic type to you. “What if he takes me to a fancy restaurant. No, he said not to over dress. Maybe those drive in movies, where we eat in the car while watching old films. Wait, this isn’t a date is it? Nah, he’s just treating me out. Then why am I thinking this way?” He made a stop and you looked up. He was at a Mcdonald's drive through. You looked at him disappointed.

“This, this is what you’re treating me to. Really?” He laughed and drove up to the telecom.

“Hi, welcome to Mcdonald's, how may I help you.”

“Yo buddy, you know who I am. I need a special for me and a lady here.”

“Oh, yes. Okay that’ll be coming right up. Just drive to the 2nd window.” Jimin rolled up his window and smiled.

“Special? What kind of special? And why don’t you have to pay?” You were suspicious, what kind of special can you get from here.

“You’ll see. I just have many… connections.” Jimin drove up to the second window and was handed two big paper bags.

“Thanks man, I’ll see you later.” Jimin saluted him and put the bags in the back seats.

“Don’t look what’s inside them yet, like you said, you wanted a surprise.” You were excited, but scared. You didn’t know this man, yet you trusted him. He drove up a mountain to a little spot that looked over the city. He stopped and exited the car. You did as well while he took the food from the back seat. He put it on the roof of his car and he climbed up.

“Come on, the view from up here is amazing.” You lifted yourself up but had a bit of trouble. He laughed at the sight of you struggling. He got off the roof of his car and put his hands around your waist. You were taken aback from his action and pushed him off, “What are you doing?”

He laughed and mocked you, “The little girl needs help to get up. “ You glared at him and he backed off, “Sorry, do you not want to eat?” You sighed and he lifted you up and he followed after and took the containers out of the bag. You saw pasta, pizza, cheesecake, strawberries, and he took out two cans of nestea.

“Woah, I didn’t know they had this at Mcdonald's.” You were amazed at the amount and the quality of the food.

“Like I said, I have connections. Now eat up, before it gets cold.” He passed you a fork and you dug in. You stuffed your face like there was no tomorrow.

“You’re such a pig.” he teased.

“I don’t really care right now. It tastes so good!” He laughed and saw how happy you were, “You know, this isn’t enough to repay you for what you did.”

“Yes it is. This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted, I think you’re fine.” You smiled with your cheeks filled with food. “Besides,” you swallowed the rest, “You didn’t even need to do this. I mean, you drove all the way up here to look at this amazing view, I’m eating this incredible food, and I’m here with you.” You opened your can of nestea and took a sip.

“What?” You realized what you had just said and choked on your drink. You started to cough violently and he patted your back, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. So, how has work been?” You changed the topic before he could ask again.

“Ahh, it’s fun. I’ve always loved performing. Oh, and the others say hi.” He looked at you and smiled.

“Oh, well tell them I said hi back.” You looked out over the city and saw the street lights illuminating through the dark. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this view.” A cold wind grazed your skin sending shivers down your spin. You rubbed your arms trying to warm them up. You then felt a piece of fabric go over your shoulders.

“You idiot, I told you to bring a jacket.” he shook his head. You look at him and glanced down at his built arms. You scoffed and turned away, “Well, you said that you wouldn’t give me yours.”

“Huh, touché. Do you want me to take it back?” he lifted off your shoulders, but you pulled it back down.

“No, I’ll give it back after.” He chuckled and put his hands back on his sides. Both of you talked for hours, sharing laughs, and you learned a bit more about him. How he was an A student with a perfect GPA and he was the best dancer in his class.

You finished the food, and that’s where it ended. He drove you home and walked you to your front porch, “Thanks, for today. You really don’t owe me anymore.” you gave a faint smile. You felt bad that he was wasting his time trying to pay you back for what you did.

“That was nothing.” He lifted his hand and pushed your loose strands behind your ear, “Besides, I want to take you out more.” You felt butterflies in your stomach as he said that.

“Oh, here’s your jacket. Thanks for letting me borrow it.” You took it off and handed it to him. He pushed it away and held your hands.

“You can keep it, it looks good on you.” You blushed and turned red as a tomato. He leaned in close to your face.

“Are you okay? You better get inside, it’s pretty cold out here.” You nodded and unlocked your door.

“I’ll see you soon I guess.” Jimin waved and turned away. You opened your door and stepped inside. You were about to close it when a force pushed it open making you fall.

“Ow!” You exclaimed.

“I’m sorry (y/n). I just saw paparazzi. I need to stay a while if you don’t mind.” He helped you up and closed the door.

“Yeah, you can stay for a while. I don’t have work tomorrow anyways. Make yourself at home.”

“Thank you!” he bowed and made his way to the couch. You walked to your fridge and opened it, scanning everything you had.

“You want anything to drink?” you heard him turn on the tv and you turned towards him.

“Nope, ahh, I’m good.” He relaxed on the couch and put his feet up on your coffee table.

“Are you sure? I have beer.” You took two bottles out and showed it to him.

“I guess you know my style.” he sat up and smiled. You laughed and kick your refrigerator door closed. You sat beside him and passed him his bottle. You smack the cap of the bottle on your table and it flew off. You took a few good gulps and sighed contently.

“Nothing is better than sharing a cold beer with someone.” You raised your bottle up and sat back. He removed the cap the same way you did, and sat back. He took a sip and kept his eyes glued on the TV.

“Nice thong by the way.” he joked. You sat up and scowled at him.

“How do you know I’m wearing one?”

“Your skirt was way too short babe.” He took another sip and he turned his eyes to you with the tip of his bottle still on his lips, “but I gotta say, I didn’t know you rolled like that. Kinda turns me on.” he scoffed and took another sip. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t think he would find out. You put your beer down and shook your hands.

“Nnnnnnnnno, you got the wrong idea. It just looked better if I wore a thong with this skirt.” you tried to explain. He sat up and put his beer down as well. He looked at you straight in the eyes, “Who said you had to wear a skirt. You could’ve worn jeans. That would’ve been the warmer choice as well.” You hate to admit it, but he was right. Why didn’t you wear jeans? Knowing yourself, you would’ve just worn sweats. While being distracted by your thoughts, Jimin lifted your chin up with his finger.

“You are honestly so beautiful. How can a girl drive me crazy when I only saw her for 2 days in my entire life.” He was inches away from your face. You felt your cheeks burning up as he closed the distance between you two. His lips grazed upon yours for a few seconds before entering a deep kiss. The taste and the feel of his plump lips on yours, it was heavenly. He cupped your cheeks with his hands and you melted at his touch. All your joints grew weak and your back fell onto the couch. He deepened the kiss and his hand found its way to your thigh. You let out a soft moan as his hand rubbed it. He pulled away, gazing into your eyes, “That was hot.” he teased. You chuckled and grabbed his shirt to pull him back into the kiss.

The next day

You wake up the next morning in your bed to the smell of bacon. You put on a shirt and underwear, and walked down the stairs. You saw Jimin with wet hair and in nothing but a towel cooking breakfast for you. He turned his head your way and smiled. He walked towards you and gave you a forehead kiss.

“Hey babe, had a good night’s rest?” he looked down at you.

“Babe?” You looked at him confused.

“What, can I not call you that after last night?”

“I guess you can. So what are we now?” You had only seen him twice, but you knew almost everything about him. It seemed like you knew him for years. Jimin got on one knee and held your hand, “(Y/n), will you be my girlfriend?” You put a finger on your lip, pretending to think. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe?” You joked. Jimin got up and lowered his head.

“Then maybe I should just go.” Jimin took a step up the stairs, but you pulled him back down.

“I’m kidding. Yes, of course.” He smiled and hugged you. You hugged him back and he threw his fist in the air and exclaimed, “yes!”

You got ready to go to the dorms with Jimin to properly meet the other members. You wore black short shorts, with a grey crop sweater and white vans. You walked downstairs to leave with Jimin. When his eyes fell on your image, his jaw dropped.

“How can someone be so hot in something so simple?” He got up from the couch and wrapped his arms around your waist. You lightly pushed him off and unlocked the door, “Oh shut up and let’s go.” He laughed and put his arm around your shoulders as you walked to his car. On the way there, he was very touchy, but you didn’t mind. His hand would be on your thigh the whole ride, he would kiss your neck at the red stop lights, and tickle you to get a laugh out. You couldn’t believe that this sweet, loving man beside you was beaten to pulp just a few months ago.

You finally reached the dorms and parked at the back. He exited the door and opened yours.

“Wow, what a gentleman.” you exited while looking at him.

“I’m just that sweet.” He laughed and grabbed a hold of your hand. “Let’s go.” you two took your time walking to the door as he explained what you should probably expect. “Well, it might be messy, they’ll tease me a lot. Considering last night, they don’t know that we’re dating. They might say some weird things, and… oh! If they flirt with you, ignore them. I know at least one of them will.” You reached the door and stood in front of him and took both of his hands while he was distracted with his thoughts.

“You know you worry too much.” you giggled.

“You’re right, I have nothing to worry about.” just then, the door opened to a half naked, half asleep Jungkook with bed head and wearing nothing but his black boxers.

“Noisy, noisy, very noisy! Just get inside before someone sees you.” You entered the dorm and a huge wave of a delicious scent blew through your face, it made your mouth water. You just ate a few minutes ago, and you’re already hungry.

“Woah, what’s that smell!” You looked at Jimin. He nodded forward and you looked towards the kitchen. You saw someone with broad shoulders at the stove cooking away. He turned around, it was Jin.

“Hey! (y/n) right?” He walked to you reaching out his hand. “Not sure if you remember me name but I’m-” You finished his sentence. “Jin, yes I know.” You shook his hand and smiled. “Breakfast is almost done, that is if you guys didn’t eat yet.”

“Yes we did, but I’m feeling a bit hungry now.” You were about to walk to the kitchen when you felt Jimin squeeze your hand. You looked at him and he was red with anger. You took that as a warning to stay beside him. Down the hall, you saw a door open and Yoongi walked outside in a white towel with wet hair. He looked at the both of you and started to laugh. “What’s so funny.” You looked up at Jimin and he’s even more red.

“HOW MANY OF YOU ARE SHIRTLESS RIGHT NOW?!” There he goes, he finally erupted. Everyone in the whole neighborhood probably heard that. You just stood there, not knowing what to do. There was an awkward silence, and then everyone bursted out into laughter.

“Jimin, if you were that jealous of us, you could’ve just told us to put on shirts. You didn’t have to yell.” Jungkook said coming out of his room while putting on his blue shirt.

“Yeah Jimin. And you’ve lived with us for years now, you should know that we walk around like this. You’re lucky that Namjoon didn’t come out yet.” Jin snorted. Jimin’s eyes widened and ran straight to Namjoon’s room and heard screaming and grunting. You and everyone else in the room looked at the door. Jimin finally came out and Namjoon followed after.

“Hey (y/n), I didn’t know you were coming. Jimin was just, taking precautionary measures. Sit and eat breakfast with us.” He lead you to the table and Jimin took an extra chair to sit beside you.

“TAE, HOSEOK, WAKE UP! WE’RE GOING TO EAT WITHOUT YOU!” Jin yelled while putting down the plates of food. Everyone took their seats and Tae and Hoseok came rushing in.

“Oh, hey. I remember you! (Y/n), nice to see you again.” Hoseok smiled and took his seat. Tae sat beside Hoseok and Jin took his seat beside you.

“Okay, dig in you pigs.” Jin teased. Everyone demolished the food, you couldn’t even get the chance to take some. The hands were crowding around the plates. Luckily, Jimin knew how to fight with them and got you some food. After 2 minutes, all the food was gone and onto their own plates. They stuffed their faces and looked content. Jin got up and put the empty plates in the sink. Namjoon swallowed his food and spoke, “So, how was last night guys?”

“It was nice.”

“I bet you they fucked.” Jungkook laughed. Jin slapped him across the head.

“Shut up and eat your food.” Jin pointed at his plate angrily and sat back down. Your phone started to ring and you saw it was from you company.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” You got up and answered the phone walking to the bathroom.

“Hello?”

“Ah (y/n), I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I need you to come to work today. We will pay you extra for coming, but we really need the help.”

“Okay, no worries. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Thank you!” You hung up grew disappointed. You wanted to spend the day with them, but work, as always, took you away from your fun. You walked back to the table and Jimin stood up.

“Sorry guys, I have to go. I need to help out at the office. Maybe we’ll hang out next time.” Jimin took his jacket and keys,

“I’ll drive you there.”

“No it’s okay, you’ll be seen. I can just take the bus.” He nodded and you kissed him goodbye. You left the dorm and made your way to the bus stop.

“So, Jimin, is she your new girlfriend?” Tae asked.

“Umm, about that.” He turned around and looked at them.

“She is!” Hoseok said.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that.” Jimin blushed, he never felt this happy in a long time.

“See! I told you they fucked!” Jungkook exclaimed. Jin slapped him across the head again, “Okay, I get it.” He was silent, and then spoke again, “Was it good?” It was Jimin this time that walked up to him and picked him up by his shirt. “I’m kidding!” Jimin let him go.

“I’m happy that you’re dating (y/n) and all, but there’s one thing that you may have forgotten.” Yoongi said, “Like I don’t know, maybe (G/N)?!” Everyone in the room averted their eyes from Yoongi to Jimin.

“Nah, I’m sure she’s fine. You know the guy that beat me up a few months ago, a part of the deal was to fuck her, she’s probably having the time of her life.” Jimin shrugged and fell on the couch.

“She’s still your girlfriend. What if (y/n) finds out?” Hoseok was concerned not just for Jimin, but also for you.

“I’m planning to break up with her anyways.” His phone dinged and he looked at who it was from, “Speak of the devil.” Jimin read the message in a mocking girly tone, “Baby, where are you? I want to see you. You can’t stay away from me, you’ll need your fix sooner or later.” She wasn’t wrong, he knew he would get withdrawals soon. He closed his phone and put it back in his pocket.

“Are you not going to respond?” Taehyung asked.

“Nahhh, I don’t wanna talk to her right now. She was the reason why I almost died that night.” Jimin sat up and clenched his fist. “Oh, and do you guys know where to get 100 white lilies?”

You sat at your desk, tapping your pencil on your head, waiting for time to fly by. You looked at the clock and it read 4:37. “I’ve been here for more than 4 hours, how much longer until I can leave.” A tap on your shoulder made you jump. You turned around and saw that it was your boss.

“Thank you so much (y/n) for coming. Here’s your paycheck for today, you may go home now.” She gave you a big smile and you thanked her for the pay. She walked away and you grabbed your jacket when someone in the distance called for you.

“(Y/n), someone is here to see you.” You looked up and saw it was Jimin in a black face mask, holding a bouquet of flowers. You ran to him and he picked you up and spun you around. He finally put you down and put his mask a bit down.

“What are you doing here?” You said happily.

“I wanted to surprise you. Here, these are for you.” He handed you the bouquet of lilies, “there are 100 of them.” He sounded like an accomplished child giving his mother flowers using his own money for the first time in his life.

“Lilies? My favorite!” You sniffed them and sighed contently.

“Come on, I have other places to bring you.” He took your hand and both of you ran out. He drove you around from place to place. You went to little bistros, trying new foods. You technically took a tour of the whole city that you’ve been living in for about 3 years now. He took you sightseeing, you went to an amusement park. You did so much in 7 hours, you didn’t think that it was possible. It was nearing midnight and both of you went to a 24 hour cafe. He said that he would order your drink and you sat down at a table. He put the drink in front of you as he sipped on his iced americano, “Here. Now trust me, it’s not poison or anything.”

You took the cup and felt its heat in your hands, “Yeah, because I can trust a man I just met.” You laughed.

“Hey, this so called man is your boyfriend!” he chuckled and you took a sip. It was warm. The perfect amount sweetness and bitterness. It tasted familiar, but at the same time, it tasted something out of this world, “Woah, what is this?”

He leaned in and you leaned in as well, “It’s a secret!” You sat back down and scooched your chair near him, “Tell me!”

“No.” You gave him a sad face and he mocked you. “Please!” you started to whack him with your sleeves. He was laughing, but that soon ended. Jimin’s head started hurting, he wanted to vomit badly. He was sweating through his shirt and felt pain on his abdomen.

“Jimin, are you okay?” He tried to get up, but immediately fell down. “Jimin! Someone please call 911! Jimin, baby stay with me.” Your voice faded away.

He woke up in a hospital bed with you to the left of him and the boys on the right.

“He’s waking up!” Tae pointed out.

“Thank goodness you’re okay.” Jin said in a motherly way.

“Yeah, I guess I was just tired.” Jimin responded blinking his eyes.

“Don’t scare me like that ever again!” You squeezed his hand and he turned to face you.

“I’m sorry baby. I guess I was just tired.” He smiled at you and stroked your hand, “You should go home, get some rest please.” You pulled your hand away and crossed your arms, “No, I wanna stay here with you.”

“Please, (y/n), I’ll be fine. I’ll message you when I’m out.” He didn’t want you to leave, but he had no other choice, “Joon, can you drive her home please.” Namjoon nodded and you kissed him goodbye. Once you left, Jimin turned to the others, “Can you guys do me a favor? Call (g/n) and get me a fix?” They all looked at each other and communicated through their eyes.

“Fine, I don’t like this though. You’re getting withdrawals this easily, you’ll be relying on her a lot.” Hoseok said.

“I know, just get them for me. Do as much as you can. You can take my car, it’s at the cafe down the street from our dorm” They nodded and left Jimin there to rest.

The boys parked their car, just outside of the area. They walked together and kept each other safe.

“How does Jimin do this? It’s so creepy.” Jin said trying to stay close to his younger members.

“I know, but we have to do this for him.” Yoongi said. They kept walking forward until they saw the house at the corner like what Jimin explained. Yoongi knocked on the door and (g/n) opened up.

“Oh, it’s you dweebs. What do you want?” She was chewing her gum obnoxiously and crossed her arms, giving them cut eye.

“Nice to see you too (g/n).” Yoongi responded sarcastically, “We’re actually here to get a fix for Jimin.” She looked at them confused, “Why didn’t he do it himself?”

“He’s not feeling well, withdrawals were too much for him this time.” Jungkook replied. (G/n) scoffed and spat her gum out to the side of them, “I’m not going to give it to you guys. I only give it to him in person.” Yoongi was really close to strangling her, but he kept his calm.

“Just give it to us!” Tae was starting to get irritated as well.

“No, end of conversation. Go suck an egg.” She slammed the door on them.

“What a bi-” Jungkook was about to swear, but mother Jin stared him down, “bi-g house right?” Jungkook shut up and they all walked away from her house.

“What are we gonna do now?” Hoseok asked.

“If Jimin wants his fix, he’s going to have to get it himself.” Yoongi replied.

They came back to the hospital and entered Jimin’s room. Jimin woke up and looked at them.

“Did you get it?” He sat up and they surrounded him, “No, she’ll only give it if it’s in person, to you.” Jungkook spoke.

Jimin let out a short sigh and started to take out the IV tubes.“Of course. I have to go I guess. The hospital can’t help me here.” The boys stopped him before someone came in to check on him. Namjoon came back and looked at them, “What’s happening here?”

“Jimin wants to leave to get his fix.” Jin explained.

“You can’t just leave, they won’t allow you.” Namjoon said.

“Don’t worry, we know the doctor.” As if on cue, Dr. Kim came in, “Hello boys.”

“Oh, Mr. Kim!” They all said in unicense. Namjoon shook his hand, “So nice to see you again.”

“I thought you worked at Myung sei hospital.” Tae moved away from Jimin and walked towards him and Namjoon. He shook his head , “No, not anymore. Luckily I found an opening here.”

“That’s good to hear. So you know our situation right?” Hoseok asked.

“Yeah, I know it’s bad for a doctor to do this, but I can’t hold a patient against his or her’s rights. You may go, I believe that you can change your way of living. You’re chance will come soon, so please take it.” The boys nodded and helped Jimin get up.

“Thanks doc, I’ll see you soon.” Jimin shook his hand.

“Oh I know you will.” They all left still trying to help Jimin walk on his two legs. Jimin was thinking about his words the whole ride to (g/n)’s. It seemed so familiar to him.

They arrived at (g/n)’s and Jimin insisted that for them to leave. With a bit of persuading, they did. Jimin walked to the front door and knocked.

“I swear if it’s one of you fu-” (g/n) yelled from the inside of her house.

“No, (g/n) it’s me.” Jimin answered. She opened the door and leaned against the post.

“I guess you’re here for the fix. You know the deal, you get this, I ge-” She was interrupted with Jimin closing the door and pushing her against the wall. He smashed his lips on hers and groped her ass.

“I know what to do. Better do it now then later.”

(G/n) sat up while Jimin was still laying on the bed. She opened her drawer and gave him a bag.

“Here. I know you’ve been having withdrawals, sorry for making you do this first.” Jimin turned to face her. She looked and sounded genuine, it shocked him. He took the bag and went to the table, then rolled it up and lit it.

“Sorry for selling you to the drug dealer.” Jimin slouched and took another hit. She leaned against him and stroked his hair, “It’s fine. He stopped bugging me a few days ago.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her chin on top of his head, “You know, if you need a fix every week, we can arrange something. A schedule, I know you’re busy.”

“Sure, it’ll be best for both of us.” Jimin wished he didn’t have to do this behind your back, but he didn’t want you to find out about his habits. He would go to her house every Sunday, did what he had to do, and got out of there. He gave her some money to pay it off so he wouldn’t have to take a beating again. He always had a set time, and he would tell you that he had dance practice. This didn’t mean he wasn’t happy with you. He would surprise you at work, send you gifts, went out on dates almost everyday. He gave you this happy image of himself, a pure innocent man who loved you, but in reality, did drugs, cheats on you every week to do drugs. He was someone who is living a big lie.

A few weeks later

“Going again are you?” Tae asked.

“Yeah, you already know my situation.” Jimin was about to walk out the door, when Hoseok stopped him. He noticed that everyone was in the room and took a seat. Jimin let out an irritated grunt before speaking, “What now?”

“Jimin, do you love (y/n)?” Jin asked. He looked at him confused, “What kind of a question is that? Of course I do!”

“Then can you stop with this “deal” or whatever it is?” Namjoon requested. He sat up and looked at all the guys, “Okay, I know it looks bad, but I’m doing this “deal” because I love her.”

“You’re having sex with another woman to do drugs because you love her…” Jungkook said in a “are you kidding me?” tone.

“When you say it like that it sounds bad. But did you not see her worried for her life when I pass out that one time? I don’t want her to experience that ever again.”

“What if she finds out? She’s going to get hurt, what will you do then?” Yoongi asked. Jimin looked determined and confident, “I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“If you know it’s going to hurt her, why are you still going through with it? There’s something called rehab you know? A much better choice.” Tae explained.

“Yeah, you’re living a lie right now. She thinks you’re this amazing guy who’s happy with his life.” They all had really good points, but being the stubborn Jimin that he was, he didn’t listen.

“You think I asked to be like this? You know how hard it is to live like me? Everyday you’re scared for your life that you’ll die from this drug, that the girl you love will find out you’re having sexual relations with another girl and that she’ll leave you, and if I go into rehab, everything that I tried to hide, will be exposed.” Jimin got up and walked to the door, “Follow me if you want, it isn’t going to change anything.” Jimin slammed the door and drove away.

“What are we going to do?” Namjoon was concerned for his well being.

“He’s going to have to suffer the consequences when the time comes.” Yoongi and everyone else knew it was coming sooner or later. Jin sat up and placed his chin in his palms, “I hate to admit it, but that’s the only way that he’s going to change his mind.”

You received a phone call not too long ago from your brother, he needed money again. He asked for 1 grand this time, but you felt bad for him and helped him out. You drove up into his driveway and knocked on the door. It opened and he stood there in a black shirt and black pants.

“Going somewhere? A funeral?” He scoffed and leaned against the door post, “Nah, my buddies and I are going clubbing. Wanna come with?”

You shook your head, “I’ll pass. Maybe you can finally find a girl, even if it’s at a club.” He chuckled and gave a confident pose, “Please, I get many girls.”

You had to agree, he did in his day, “Yeah, I know, but you’ve never settled with one in a long time. You’re 20 years old, you’re still young!”

“I know, I don’t need a lecture, especially from you. Where’s the money?” You showed him the envelope and he was about to take it. You moved it back making him puzzled, “This is the last one that I’m giving you this year.”

“What? Why?”

“Get a job or something! You graduated high school and University early and ended with a 4.0 GPA. Instead of earning 100 grand or more each year, you’re asking you sister for money and going out drinking.”

“Like I said, I don’t need a lecture.”

“I’m being serious, you can easily get hired. You have good looks, good grades, you could be living the life, but you’re living in a crappy house in one of the most dangerous parts of the city.”

“Brings excitement in my life.” You heard honking and yelling down the street.

“YO CARTER, HURRY UP!”

“YEAH MAN, LET ME JUST GET MY JACKET!” He went back in his house and you turned around, “Hi, Josh, haven’t seen you in a while.”

He waved at you and the others in the car, whom were unrecognizable, looked at you, “Oh (y/n), wanna come with?” You smiled and answered mockingly, “I’m good, I have a life.”

He laughed and grew silent. “Funny.” Your brother finally came out and nudged you, “Okay, bye sis.”

“Bye Carter, stay safe!” Your brother jumped into the car and they drove off. You laughed and entered your car. You drove away and down the street, then stopped at the one spot where you met Jimin. You still remember everything like it was just yesterday. You were walking down the street and saw him on the floor. He looked so scared, but seeing him now and how happy he is, it made you feel warm inside. You drove down the street a bit more and you reach the entrance of the neighborhood, when something caught your eye. A guy and a girl were at a front porch making out. He had the same stature as Jimin, the same clothes that he wore today when he visited you at your house. You got out of your car and you legs moved of their own. You ran to the house, blocking every sound, every catcall that was being made to you, you’re eyes were only on them. You were getting closer and heard their conversation.

“I’ll see you next week, same time?” She said.

“Yeah.” He kissed her again.

“I’ll never get used to that Jimin.” Your whole world turned. You stopped running and was metres away from them.

“Jimin?” You softly whispered. His head slowly turned to you. You saw his face, and he saw yours. Your heart dropped to your stomach, a tear fell from your face. Jimin let go of (g/n) and they both stood there awkwardly.

“(G/n) you go back inside.” Jimin said. “(G/n), why did that sound familiar?”

“No! Who is this bitch?” She yelled. “Hello? (G/n), where’s Jimin?”

“Please (g/n), JUST GET BACK INSIDE!” Jimin yelled. “I’m not (g/n), or whoever she is.” That’s right, he had a girlfriend. They never broke up?” You stood there, looking at Jimin while (g/n) walked inside her house.

“(Y/n) it’s not what it looks like.” He walked down the stairs and held your hand. You were frozen in place, but you finally got the strength to talk, “Yo-you’re still dating (g/n)?”

He looked back at the door then at you, “I-I’m not dating her, I’m just…” Rage filled inside of you, you never got mad at anything, but this, this was just ridiculous, “YOU’RE NOT DATING HER?! THEN WHY WERE YOU KISSING HER? AND NEXT WEEK? SAME TIME? YOU’VE BEEN MEETING HER EVERY SUNDAY? YOU SAID YOU HAD PRACTICE!”

Jimin looked at you and held your other hand,“No, baby-” You cut him off, “Don’t call me baby. You lied to me! Just to cheat on me? Am I not good enough for you?” So many thoughts went through your head. “Was it my fault? Was I just not loving enough?”

He was taken back, you didn’t do anything, and you immediately blamed yourself. “No! Let me explain. Re-remember when I passed out a few weeks ago? I do drugs okay? I didn’t want to tell you, I didn’t think you would love me anymore.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes, drops rolling down your cheek, you could barely speak, “I wouldn’t care if you did drugs, if you were a stripper, if you did anything illegal, I would still love you! You made me so happy, so loved, your flaws would vanish.” Jimin felt relieved for a moment, but that soon went away. Your tone became serious and stared at him straight in the eye, “But you cheated on me, that’s a different story. You lied to me about who you are. No wonder you never talked about your high school or university years. You tried to keep it a secret. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

He looked at you, and squeezed your hand, “No no, it’s me. The one who loves you with all his life.” You forced his hand off of yours, “If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t cheat on me.” Jimin became speechless, his members were right, his worst nightmare became true, “I’m done with you. What we had, it’s gone. Bye Jimin.” You turned around and started to walk away. He grabbed your hand and stopped you. He fell on his knees and begged. His voice was soft, you felt a tear fall on your hand, “Please, no. I love you, I’m sorry.”

You tried your hardest not to turned around. You bit your lip and swallowed the lump in your throat, “It’s too late for that.” You pulled away and ran to your car leaving Jimin on the floor. Your vision was blurry from the tears that were falling down your cheeks. You made it to your car and drove back home.

Jimin got back to the dorms. His eyes were puffy, his cheeks were red, he was a total mess. Everyone was in the living room watching a movie. Jin was the first to notice him sulking, “Jimin, are you okay?”

He walked slowly away from the door, taking off his shoes, “She, she found out.” He fell on the floor and everyone rushed to him.

“(Y/n) found out? How?” Tae asked.

“I-I need her back. I need to win her back!” He pushed himself up and grabbed a hold of the door knob. They stopped him. They lifted him up and walked to his room, they then placed him on his bed, “I need her back. Please, what do I do. I should’ve listened to you guys. WHY DO I NEVER LISTEN!” They tried to calm him down, they brought him water and tissues.

“Okay Jimin, the first thing you need to do, you need to break up with (g/n).” Hoseok explained. Jimin shook his head looking scared for his life, “I can’t do it. I could never do it!”

“It’s either (g/n) or (y/n).” Jungkook said.

“I want (y/n), but I cannot break up with her. I need to get my fi-” his phone rang. It was Mr. Kim. Jimin sniffled and answered.

“Hello?”

“Hello Jimin?”

“Speaking.”

“I wanted to call and ask if you needed help with your drug problem. I know someone who can help you.” Jimin sat up straight and finally felt a beacon of hope.

“Yes! Yes please, I need the help.”

“Okay, I shall inform her. She’s my sister, you can trust her with your secret.”

“Yes, Mr. Kim, thank you!”

“No problem my child.” He hung up.

“What did he say?” Namjoon asked.

“I think I’m one step closer to getting back with (y/n).”

A few weeks later.

You broke with Jimin a couple of weeks ago and never heard anything since. You were hoping for a phone call, text message, something, but nothing came. You had a day off and wanted to stay home and relax. It was summer which meant you could go outside and enjoy the sun, but you had no energy. You were still hung up on how you broke up with him. You didn’t want to contact him because you were the one that ended things. You drank with your brother and his friends from time to time, it helped a little.

You lounged on your couch and stared at the ceiling. “I could go out for ice cream, or shaved ice. Ouuu that sounds nice. But I’m too lazy. First world problems, there are people who would do anything to be in my spot. Okay, let’s go out today. You deserve it!” You got up and opened your closet. You looked through everything and your last outfit was the white skirt and pink collared shirt. The memories came rushing back. A jacket fell from the top of your closet, it was Jimin’s. You held it in his arms, it still smelled like him. You put it down on your bed and teared up a little. You turned towards you drawer and took a light blue crop top and a black skirt. You finished putting your clothes on when you heard a knock on your door. You ran down the stairs and opened up. You looked up at a familiar face that once made you laugh, made you feel loved, then hurt you. It was Jimin.

“Hey!” He scratched the back of his head and looked at you, “I know I haven’t contacted you in a long time.” You were happy to see him, but you didn’t know what came over you and acted rude towards him, “It’s only been a few weeks.”

“Okay, good point, but it felt like centuries for me.” You felt your heart beating faster at the words he said. He was still the sweet guy you fell in love with, “I know we broke up, but I really do love you!”

“Huh, okay. Prove it.” You felt like you were being a bit too harsh on him, but he did break your heart.

“Okay, well, I was put into rehab so my habits wouldn’t interfere with us IF we ever got back together. My treatment is almost done, so I’m going to be out of there soon. And, I broke up with (g/n).” You felt a wave of relief. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you to be honest. If I haven’t met you, I wouldn’t be able to break up with her. Long story short, I couldn’t do anything about it. She was the one that influenced me to do drugs, to do so many horrible, horrible things, but you pulled me out of it. I tried to get away from her, but you saved me. You taught me how to smile again, you brought out the old me. I now know, you are the chance that was given to me, to get my life back.” Jimin got down on one knee and pulled a box out, “I know we broke up, but I can’t live my life without you. (Y/n), will you marr-” You interrupted him by kissing him on the lips. You pulled away and tapped your finger on your lips pretending to think again.

“Hmm, I don’t know…” He smiled and already knew the answer. He got up and held you in a loving embrace.

“I love you so much (y/n).” He whispered in your ear.

“I love you too.”

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