#honestly would be a HIT with all your younger cousins too

[kedsandtubesocks]

I am …literally infested with thoughts of Gojo going to one of your family events or cook outs and just walking out of there knowing more family gossip than you do because of course he manages to charm all your aunts or get in good with the older relatives who end up adoring him

[foolinafable]

the setup

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader Synopsis: Five has a rather outrageous crush on his niece's tutor, so Lila and Diego decide to set them up by inviting her to their daughter's birthday party. Word Count: 1.7K Tags: Fluff, season 4, Crackfic, everyone knows they like each other but they are being stupid Note: sorry this took so long to come out, i had half written in august but only finished it now, not really proofread yet so mind any mistakes!

“You came!” the delighted voice of Grace Hargreeves shouted out as the girl bounded her way toward you. Enveloping you in a larger-than-life hug 

“Of course I did! I told you I would, didn’t I?” you questioned the girl, struggling to hug her back with her present in your hands. 

“Yes, but-” the girl started, not able to meet your eyes, embarrassed at her thoughts 

“But nothing!” you quickly interrupted her. “Now go play with your friends. I need to find your mom or dad and figure out where to put your present.” You shooed the girl away towards her friends. 

Luckily, you didn’t need to look far, Lila spotted you almost immediately after her daughter left you. The woman quickly made her way over to you with a large smile on her face, mirroring her daughters. She quickly pulled you into an excited hug before pulling away and taking the present off your hands. 

“So glad you could come, Grace had been asking repeatedly if her favourite tutor was coming.”  

“I’m her only tutor?” you questioned 

“That’s what I said!” The woman laughed, glee apparent in her features as she grabbed your hand with the one not carrying your present, walking you towards where all the adults were unfortunately stationed watching the children, some looking like they would rather be anywhere else. 

“Diego!” Lila called out to her husband, who quickly turned towards her, his smile widening when he noticed you stood next to her. He quickly hugged you in greeting before turning his attention to his wife. 

“Where did you put the pinata? Luther and I are going to set it up.” 

“Um,” Lila looked around, spinning around in a circle to survey the area when her gaze locked onto someone near the ball pit. “Five!” The woman called out, waiting for him to look at her before she continued, “Can you bring the pinata over? Thanks!” She quickly called out before rushing off, mumbling something about needing to get the cake.

The man in question quickly made his way over, holding a very familiar-looking piñata 

“Is that an east side piñata?” you questioned as Five handed it over to Diego, who looked at you with so much relief you thought you could've saved his life

“Yes,” he practically shouted in glee. “Yes, it is!” looking around smugly for someone, but you weren't sure who 

“You might need a bit of a heavier hand with that then. At my younger cousin's birthday last week, it took an adult to hit it for the candy to come out,” you warned the older man. He simply nodded, walking off to put it up, a large smile still present on his face, 

“Hi” the man you were left with almost whispered, believing that he would scare you off if he came on too strong. 

“Hi, Five,” you smiled in greeting, “I haven't seen you at the house recently. Been busy?” you replied. Truthfully, wanting to keep talking to the attractive man, 

“Yeah, sorry, been working overtime at the CIA, sure you understand” he smiled slightly at your attention to his lack of presence lately. Making him believe that maybe Lila and Diego were right about your reciprocation of feelings towards him

 “How has University been?” he questioned, wanting to keep the conversation going 

“Very good”, you respond. Hand on hips at his disbelief in your answer, shock evident on your face “Honestly!” you smile,

“I mean, I'm on Christmas break at the moment, so there’s not much to do other than tutoring.” You shrug your shoulders, trying to hint to the man that maybe the two of you could spend some time together. But before Five could reply, Klaus came bouldering over with Claire. 

“Five! Lovely to see you!” 

The man greets his brother, Klaus, you quickly learn from Five's reply 

“And this is?” Klaus asks, gesturing towards you when Claire whispers to him. 

Klaus “The tutor! We have heard so much about you!”

“Really?” you questioned, looking down at your feet in nervousness. “I didn't know Grace spoke about me so much.”

“Oh, not from Grace-“ Klaus began, a large cheeky smile covering his face. But he was quickly interrupted by the feeling of a hand on his gloved one, causing him to pause in alarm. When he was quickly dragged away by Claire, her eyes wide in alarm, while Five was glaring at him with such ire you could imagine Hades opening up hell for whoever was at the other end of it.

“It was lovely to meet you”, he shouted as his niece pulled him further away from you.

You smiled, a clumsy laugh tumbling out as you looked at Five, his hands covering his face in annoyance, but a clear smile was present on his face when he removed his hands, but before either of you could say anything more, a familiar head of hair came running towards you.

“How is the birthday girl doing?” you ask, ruffling her hair as she smiles widely at you.

“Amazing, but I would feel even better if you watched me go down the slide”, the girl replied cheekily, making a small scoff come out of her uncle's mouth at her words. 

“Well, we can't have the birthday girl not be at max amazingness, can we?” you teased as she led away from Five and towards the play area. An apologetic smile on your face as you left him, hoping that it wasn't the last time you would speak to him today.  

── ✧

You didn’t see the brunette again until much later, stood by the ball pit after having escaped the herd of parents asking you intrusive questions, you were sure you would’ve blown a fuse if anyone else asked why you were still single as you were ‘such a lovely girl.’ 

“Finally freed yourself from the lionesses, I see”, Five joked as he came to stand next to you, beer in hand. “It seems Klaus has not been so lucky.” You looked over to see that they had now set their sights on the boy crowding around him like paparazzi. 

“Remind me to stay clear of that side of the room,” you complained, hands rubbing at your temples in worry that they would begin to hurt “There's only so long I can handle being asked about my lack of boyfriend before I strangle one of them,” you admitted, not catching the man's smile at your words.

“Don’t worry, I'll protect you,” he proclaimed.

“Yes, I'm sure you will be much a deterrent to the herd of mamas,” you joked, laughing at his recoil, head shaking in amazement at your goading.

“You really know how to make someone feel good about themselves, don't you?” he teased 

“Clearly”, you smiled, sarcasm laced heavily in your response.

The balls in the ball pool quickly flew up as a man emerged from them, causing you to jump back in alarm as Luther popped his head up from below, a large smile on his face at catching you off guard, eyebrows raising slightly as he noticed his brother stood next to you. After a laugh, you spoke pleasantries with the man, trying to ignore Five's hard glare that he was directing at him. The younger-looking male sighed loudly, causing the two of you to look towards him, the eye contact made the man go red in embarrassment before clearing his throat, looking exacerbated. 

“I thought you were helping Diego set up the  pinata?”

“I was?” The larger man questioned, eyes wide as he looked around the party, clearly alarmed that he wasn't doing what Five had mentioned, scampering out of the ball pit when he saw Diego, but before he could make his way over, Diego called out for everyone to come over for the game so the three of you slowly made your way towards the growing group of children and adults. Five made sure to lead you over to an area with less noisy parents, making you smile in thanks as he grabbed you by the small of the back to lead you away when a parent tried to call out for you.   

To say the next few moments were a disaster would be an understatement, mirroring your earlier words as the pinata was from the east side no matter how hard Grace or her friends would hit the object, it wouldn't break. Luther, clearly wanting to make it up to Diego for missing the memo to help him, tried to use his strength to break the Pinata, and while the Pinata did break, so did the birthday cake. Bits of it went everywhere like a volcano explosion, covering all the guests, much to the children's joy and parents' horror. 

You now stood off to the side, trying to get any larger pieces of cake out of your hair, laughing at the furious faces of the other adults. When Five gave you a napkin, you smiled, letting out a quiet appreciation as you wiped at your face. Feeling that you had gotten enough off, you turned to the boy, laughing at his cake-covered face.

“Here,” you said, moving to wipe some cake off his cheek with the napkin, trying to contain your giggles, he smiled brightly as you moved away from him slightly, his own hand coming to tuck a strand of hair full of icing behind your ears and then regretfully retracting his hand

“Do you wanna get out of here? Maybe go to a coffee shop where my siblings won't interrupt us every few minutes?” he asked, fingers fidgeting with nerves. 

“Like a date?” you questioned, trying not to get your hopes up, smiling up at him, head tilting slightly to the left as you pondered his words.

“If you want” he replied pensively. 

“I do”, you quickly rebutted, smiling as the boy led you towards the door with a matching grin on his own face.

── ✧

“I told you he would ask her out tonight,” Diego spoke smugly, watching as his brother helped you put on your coat, his wife watching, annoyed beside him.

“I thought it would’ve taken him until our Christmas party.” Lila rebutted, clearly annoyed that she had lost

“But I suppose it is about time you won one of our bets”, she replied smugly, quickly lowering Diego down a peg as the two watched you and Five leave their daughters' birthday party, hands intertwined.

[kyufessions]

glitter

synopsis: you walk in on your daughter giving your fiancé a makeover

genre: fluff, domestic

pairings: fiancé, non-idol! jeno x g.n. reader

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i really went off with this lmao. this is the most inspired i’ve been in a while for a story so hope y’all enjoy!

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

nct taglist: @jungsusvillain

Glitter was going to be everywhere in your house for the next two weeks, but you honestly didn’t care much. on any other day you would sigh about it and remind your daughter, aecha, to ask you first before doing so or remind her to use her designated playroom rather than the living room but coming home to see your fiance sitting across from a four year old as she smothers his face with cheap eyeshadow and glitter, you couldn’t help but find yourself amused by the sight. There sat an almost six foot tall man in grey slacks with a light blue button up shirt and a loosened tie in the middle of your living room floor, across from him was a little four year old girl using a barbie eyeshadow palette all over his face- the purple glitter hitting pan as she used it for nearly everything.

“Sit still!” she demanded in her tiny voice as she smeared a green shade across his one eyelid, the other one already light pink with a sparkling shine. The concentration on her face was very evident, her cheeks puffed out as her eyes squinted to get a clearer look.

“Sorry, sorry.” he mumbled, a small chuckle leaving past his lips as they upcurved into a grin. He tried looking up at her to watch what she was doing but she reminded him to keep his eyes down so she could get all the color on him, earning another mumbled ‘sorry’ from the grown man. “What color are you using?”

You stood against the door frame watching in silence, the door still slightly ajar as to not warn anyone of your presence. Instead, you took out your phone to record the moment quietly. When you first started dating jeno, you were scared he wouldn’t accept that you were a parent of a two year old. You had been on countless dates within the past few months, but none of them ever went past the first two because as soon as they found out you had a child they didn’t want anything to progress further. With being in your early twenties, you figured not many people would want to see someone that was already a parent. And you definitely didn't want to date anyone who was a lot older than you, so you were stuck. Well, until you met jeno that is.

You remember the day as if it were yesterday: you were at the local park down the street from your old apartment complex, watching as aecha played in the sandbox with some other children. All the other parents were older and ignored you for the most part, judgemental stares were never not thrown your way when you would explain she was indeed your daughter and not your niece, sister, or cousin. But you always ignored them, not caring much about what people thought about you. Having aecha was something you had never regretted, not even for one second. As you sat there in your thoughts and sipped on your iced coffee, you felt a presence sit next to you on the bench. You glanced at them from the corner of your eye, noticing it was a man in a navy blue plaid shirt and jeans. He seemed to be around your age, maybe younger by not much. Silence hung between the both of you, but it didn’t seem too awkward- just that type of awkwardness you feel when meeting a stranger for the first time.

“Uncle!” you heard a child yell as they ran towards him, his arms up in the air asking to be picked up.

And the stranger did just that, picking up him gracefully and putting him in his lap. “Hajoon!” He greets him with a smile, and when you glance at them for a second you can notice how both of their smiles are practically the same. “What’s up? Are you feeling okay?”

The child nods, his smile turning into a pout. “Yes! But can we stay a little longer? I want to help them finish their sandcastle!” his little finger points towards the small group of children your daughter was sitting with, their little selves working hard at building a sandcastle as tall as the tree next to them- or at least, that was their goal.

As soon as the stranger tells him it's okay, he hops off his lap and runs back towards your daughter and her group of friends she's made. You both sit in silence again for a few moments, watching the children carefully as they get to work. It wasn't until you were mid-sip on your caramel iced coffee when the stranger spoke up.

“Which kid is yours?” the deep voice asked, making you turn your head in his direction as you pointed towards your aecha.

Quickly swallowing your drink, you finally responded. “The one with the pigtails and bows in her hair with the rainbow overalls.”

Jeno watched how you smiled at her when she waved at you, making his lips turn into a shy smile. Through your simple actions he could tell you adored her more than anything, and he admired that right off the bat. “The loud one in the dinosaur shirt is my nephew, hajoon.” you nod, taking another small sip of the remainder of your coffee. Not wanting the conversation to stop, he continues on. “Is she your niece?”

You shake your head, finally turning your head towards him. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made your stomach flip for a split second before you brushed it aside, choosing to ignore how handsome this stranger was. “No, she’s my daughter.” The shock on his face was subtle, but the change in his facial expression gave away his surprise. You just smile at his expression, used to it by now. “I had her young, but she’s everything to me.”

For the next half an hour, you both sat there as the kids would knock down and rebuild their sand castles before jeno received a call that it was time to start bringing hajoon back home for dinner. Throughout that time, you both got to know one another. You learned how he was a year younger than you and how he had just started college, how he also enjoyed doing music on the side here and there for extra money at times. And although you were still young, he admired how you still put yourself through school and two part time jobs just to give your daughter what she deserved. When he learned of you being a single parent, he mentally cursed at the person leaving you to care for a child at such a young age. How dare they do such a thing?

“Will you be okay getting home?” he asked as hajoon jumped on his back, his arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold on tight.

Nodding, you fix aecha’s hair quickly before grabbing her hand and standing towards the opposite direction. “I’ll be okay, thank you. I live right down the block.”

From then on, every Saturday you would ‘coincidentally’ bump into each other at that same park, him with hajoon and you with aecha. But what you learned after you both officially started dating for a few months was he would volunteer to hang out with hajoon every saturday. He'd take him out for lunch, sometimes take him shopping or to the arcade, but one thing he never missed was taking him to the park around the same time every weekend. It took jeno a month of that same routine to finally ask for your number, then another month to ask you on a proper date, and then a third month to officially ask you out. It’s now two years later and jeno is nearing the end of his graduation with a job already secured for him, while you had finished your college degree a year ago and was able to work from home most days. The day after your graduation jeno had proposed, but asked to wait until he graduated to move forward with wedding planning. Agreeing, you both divided to just move in together for the time being and secured a three bedroom apartment together closer to where his new job would be located. Everything with jeno seemed like a fairytale you never thought would happen.

“Green!” aecha exclaimed, a proud smile appearing on her face.

For a few moments more you watch them talk about how green would and wouldn’t match his outfit best, and aecha offering jeno one of her princess dresses that would look better than his ‘ugly outfit’. Chuckling lowly to yourself, you stop recording and close the door behind you before walking towards them with a smile.

Aecha automatically runs up to you with a smile, her body clinging to your legs as you bend down to her level and envelope her into a hug. “What's going on here?” you ask her, finally noticing the small specks of glitter on her face as well. You smile at jeno as he looks at you with a playfully defeated look, the lipstick that your daughter chose everywhere except for his lips.

She tugged at your hand, pulling you further to where your fiance sat with his legs crossed. “I made daddy pretty!” you both laughed at her comment, using your pointer finger to turn jeno’s face more towards you for a better view. No words needed to be exchanged, all you did was smile at one another as your eyes said it all. “Do you like it?”

Turning to her, you kiss the top of her head and pat it afterwards. “I love it! Can you do my makeup tomorrow for daddy and i’s date?” as she starts jumping up and down with joy, you stop her quickly by putting your hand on her shoulder. “But only if you can do one thing for me.” she nods eagerly, waiting for the deal. “If you start getting ready for your bath, you can do my makeup tomorrow. I’ll even give you bubbles for tonight, how does that sound?”

Before you know it, she runs down the hall and up the stairs to her room, you both watch as she runs into her room and closes the door behind herself to start changing. When jeno turns around, he sees you kneeling down to his eye-level and smiling at him in an attempt to hold back laughter. Failing as soon as he smiles back at you with a toothy grin, you sit on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck as you press multiple pecked kisses against his lips as you both laugh together.

“How was work?” you ask after smothering him with kisses, bringing your thumb up to his face to smudge away some glitter from the apple of his cheek. “Your day seemed eventful.”

He takes one hand off of your waist and takes your hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. “It was good, the internship is promising and I have my last day of classes this Friday before graduation.” jeno starts blinking rapidly as he feels glitter in his eye, quickly rubbing it away and grabbing your hand again afterwards. “Aecha and I made ramen for lunch and then she wanted to do my makeup. I know how you feel about glitter but I, unfortunately, had no say in the matter.”

“It's okay as long as you help me clean it up afterwards.” you say, sneaking your phone out of your pocket and taking a few quick pics of jeno before you get up and drag him towards the bathroom to wipe the makeup off his face. He watches you do so, admiring every move you make. Even though you looked tired from work, you still had a glow that he never got tired of. Alluring couldn’t even begin to describe how he saw you, no synonyms could ever begin to describe. Even though your face was straight, your lips always had an upcurve to them that came across as welcoming and friendly. And when you were concentrating, you bit the inside of your bottom lip ever so slightly as your eyes were slightly squinted.

“Let's have another.”

Giggling, you stop what you're doing and look him in the eyes. “What do you mean, ‘let's have another’?”

He grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers together before kissing your knuckles as he speaks. “I mean, let's have another kid.”

You always knew jeno wanted more kids, and now that aecha is in daycare and has friends who have siblings she keeps asking for a brother or sister more often than not. After your daughter, you always told yourself you wouldn’t have more kids until you were older- maybe early to mid thirties. But with life falling into place, you couldn’t imagine a more perfect time.

“I like that idea.” you confess, smiling from ear to ear as jeno lifts you up by your thighs and kisses you deeply. But the kiss is soon cut short as you hear aecha coming down the stairs towards the bathroom.

You just couldn’t wait to grow your little family even more.

[2knightt]

「 you the cutest jailbird i ever did see!」

IN WHICH—you’re literally mickey milkovich!♡ ໋֢ 👒✧

🍵ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡

⌗ 👒 notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ this is platonic. and if you haven’t seen shameless just imagine a modern, stinky dallas. also MARRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!

you met them while running from the cops. sure—it was completely your fault and you do deserve to be thrown into the cooler. but you just got out! can’t a person want just a few more minutes of peace?

as soon as you heard those sirens, you jumped off the guys you and your cousins were jumping and just started running. those two idiots already got caught, you just kept on running.

you heard that the curtis house doesn’t ever lock their door—stupid. you’d never do that, not when people like you run around this city!

the sirens got closer, and without thinking, you jumped their fence. as your feet touched the ground, you hoped to god that they weren’t home. or that dallas winston wasn’t there.

you rushed to the door, swinging in open before hiding beside their couch that sat in front of the window. peeking your head up, you watched as the cop car slowed down before speeding back off.

a grin grew on your face as you watched the cops go in the other direction.

“fuckin’ idiots.”

“wow, y/n getting chased by the cops. what is it, the 30th time this week?”

you’ve had unfortunate run-ins with dallas. but you thought his voice was more annoying now than when you and your cousins jumped him for trying to hit on your sister.

you’d recognize that disgusting new york accent from anywhere. you sighed, turning your head to face him as he stood above you, hands in his jean pockets.

dallas had a stupid grin on his face as who, you think is soda, comes rushing beside him. his eyes showed worry, but his grin made him look interested in you.

“shoot, what happened to you?”

“soda—this is y/n. what ain’t they done is a better question.”

you rolled your eyes, holding back from socking him in the jaw. you turned your head to face soda, standing up from your position. rubbing your neck, you hung your head low.

“tough shit, man. bunch of assholes—you know.”

suddenly, someone with cake smeared all over his fingers and who smelled like oil popped up out of nowhere. ‘steve’ was written on the chest of his ripped up work uniform.

“that can mean a lotta things. what kinda tough shit?”

‘jesus, the curtis group asks a lot of questions.’ you thought to yourself, a lip raised. dallas kicked the leg of the couch beside you, causing you to whip your head up after avoiding eye contact. sodapop smacked dallas’ shoulder, telling him off.

“answer ‘em, y/n.”

dallas demanded, saying your name is a singing tone.

“…me and my cousin’s has jumped a guy. it ain’t nothin’ bad like stabbing a kid with a blade.”

you mumbled, dusting yourself off, you heard snickers leave steve and soda’s throats. soda grinned, ear to ear as he ushered you to sit down at a table. as he did so—he kept on asking you a bunch of jumbled questions due to how fast he’s talking.

four boys sat there, staring at the situation that had just unfolded. they both looked younger than everyone else did, the two older ones standing out like sore thumbs. one was finishing his plate, the other one downing a bottle of beer.

soda sat you down, steve rushing behind the both of you. either of them sat beside you, smiles on their face.

“what’d the guy do?”

“did you beat ‘em black and blue?”

“what’d you use?”

with that, you found yourself hanging around the two of them more. sodapop and steve found your company fun. sure, you were like dallas, but different in so many ways.

you were so comforting to be around, yet you always had a scowl. they loved having you around, causing the gang to hang out with you too.

you honestly became a reoccurring person in the gang—to the point where people would ask where you were if you weren’t around them.

you’d just walk into the curtis house and make yourself comfortable. your house wasn’t exactly the definition of ‘ideal.’ the old man wasn’t the kindest to you, your sister—or anyone for that matter.

he’d frequently take his anger out on you and smack you ‘til you’re every colour under the sun after he heard you’d been foolin’ around with some chum around the block. it wasn’t even true—but your cries always fell to deaf ears when it came to that alcoholic.

it’s not like it was a secret either. every person on the east side could hear the arguing from your house—even the front door slam shut. that’s when the people would know you’d be huddled up on the curtis’ couch.

“y/n—breakfast.”

soda’d nudge you gently—talking in a hushed voice. the smell of bacon filled your nostrils, a sigh leaving your lips as it hit you that he was the one cooking. you aren’t exactly the biggest fan of his rather odd choices of how he makes his food.

but goddamnit you can fake it for him. if you can lie to the cops, you can lie to one of your greatest friends.

just like how you can lie to the investigators trying to find dallas winston.

“you know this kid?”

“never seen ‘em in my life. lay off now, assholes.”

you’d mumble, walking past them, making sure you hit their shoulders as hard as you could. you always got a kick out of hurting those pigs as you’d call ‘em.

which is what caused dallas winston goin’ MIA. you had seen dallas winston getting knocked down by the police after a long chase.

even though you can’t stand that new yorkian—you do love fighting. you tried to walk as quietly as you could up to them before making yourself known.

“hey, man!”

you shouted, causing their heads to turn. when they saw you—their eyes immediately flashed a look of hatred. they obviously knew who you were, and if they didn’t know, they’d know after you socked one in the jaw.

all attention on dallas turned to you—all of them going after you. until dallas also landed a clean hit on one. with the impact of the officer falling on the ground—your feet started moving on your own.

you cackled, hearing dallas laugh along with you, running beside you. the rush that washed over you two was indescribable—the adrenaline was great.

this isn’t the first time you’ve been on the run, and it’s not like you haven’t been caught. one time you got caught—your bail was low. but too high for you. you were offered one call and the first person that came to mind would surely rip off your head.

‘worth a shot,’ you thought to yourself, dialling the numbers with the phone to your ear, a cop hovering over you.

“hello?”

“darrel? it’s y/n.”

“goddammit, y/n. what the hell did you do this time?”

“nothin’! i-i just need you to come and bail me. it’s only 50 cents, darry.”

“you’re never gonna hear the end of it, you damned jail bird. i’ll be there soon.”

with that—you heard a click on the end of the line. you wanted to defend yourself, but hearing him call you a jail bird gave you more pride than you’ve felt in a long time.

of course, when he did bail you out, any feeling you had of pride evaporated. as soon as you entered the backseat, you could feel the rage from darry.

“what the hell did you do? it’s 11PM. ponyboy and soda’s in bed—and i was getting ready! 11PM, y/n!”

“holy fuck, darry! stop acting like i killed a guy! it was just a grab n’ run!”

“y/n—is it too hard to ask that you try to stay safe? just once, that’s all i ask!”

“oh my god, darry! you aren’t my fucking father!”

“guess what’s happening. you’re coming to my house and spending the nights there. the second i hear that you’re runnin’ from the cops i’m contesting against you in court!”

the rest of the ride was in silence, it being broken up by the occasional blinker. when he pulled onto the side of the road, parking his truck in front of the house, you sat there.

stubborn is what people thought of you—and you sure as hell were. darry got out, expecting you to follow. he stood in front of the gate, arms crossed as you stared off into space.

the door opened—darry quickly grabbing you. he carried you like a baby, against your very loud protests.

soda opened the door, snickering as he sees the situation you’re in. ponyboy was sitting on darrys chair, playing with the tab of a pepsi can. once he seen darry step in, you in arms, he shot up from where he sat.

“where were you? what happened?”

“yeah, jail bird. what happened?”

you heard the two younger brothers ask, one sounding more mocking than the other. darry placed you on the couch, swiftly throwing a blanket over you.

you’d been in this situation before, the memories flooding back to you as you felt yourself drift off into sleep.

expect you weren’t the one being carried. you had carried johnny from the lot, put him on your back. it was a few days after he’d been jumped real bad.

you were out of the loop when it came to who jumped who. you seen johnny asleep in the lot. dried blood on his jacket and face. bruises were everywhere on his body. you felt bad.

you always liked johnnycakes. he understood you in a way. as you carried him on your back—you could only thing of the similarities between you two.

you both had rough home lives, you both always found yourself trying to keep everything together. he used to be so tough but turned quiet—you had always been tough and never expected to change.

lost in your thoughts—you got to the curtis house faster than expected. you quietly walked up the stairs, opening the door, avoiding the creaky floorboards.

you placed johnny on the couch, taking a silent vow to beat whoever did this to him even worse.

and you always kept your word.

robert sheldon was the guy you and your cousins had tracked down, bats and other weapons in hand. if he can use those thick gold rings—you can use your bat. fair game, right?

you caught him, drunk on the streets, and stupidly alone. your cousins beat up ford slowed down beside him—making it a repeat of what he’d do to others.

he took notice—stumbling as he turned his head. your own small gang took notice to this, stopping the car before jumping out.

you guys had beaten him to the point where he looked just like johnny. you kept your word, and you wouldn’t let anyone ever touch johnny like that.

you always hated soc’s. you’d do anything to do annoy ‘em. even if it meant stealing their mustangs, you always liked them anyhow.

steve always talked about how he’d do anything to drive a tuff car like that. everytime he seen one, that’s all he talked about.

“imagine drivin’ a car like that. could you imagine how fast i could go?”

you’d learn how to hot wire at a young age, rarely ever did it though. but when you seen a wine coloured mustang left unattended—you knew you had an opportunity.

it wasn’t hard to get it going, and it wasn’t hard to drive it to the DX without getting caught. steve was working in the hood of an old car outside until he heard a honk.

a grin grew on his face as he seen you in the drivers sear of the car, a smug look on your face. steve practically skipped as he rushed towards the vehicle, tapping the hood as he took a closer look.

as he was nothing less than mesmerized—you hopped out of the car. steve looked up at you from his crouched position before you threw the keys at him, walking towards the passenger seat.

steve immediately put two and two together, jumping into the car without a second thought.

you swore you ain’t never seen steve so happy when he was speeding down the road in this mustang. he never asked where you got it—and you never told him.

you and ponyboy were alright. he didn’t like being around you for long periods of time. on the other hand—you absolutely loved it.

you could tease him until the sun went down for everything and anything.

“what the hell are you wearin’, pony?”

“a shirt?”

“sure as hell don’t look like one.”

you’d ruffle his greased up hair, going against his complains. you’d mock his books and movies, mimicking what they just said in a higher voice. ponyboy always disliked this. he didn’t hate it however. a small part of him knew that’s how you showed affection.

but he never knew you could be so gentle when you felt like it—that he really, really liked. one day, when school was out and everyone was doing their own thing, ponyboy sat at home.

he was reading a book with the tv as background noise. until you barged through the door, beelining for the fridge. you got a beer, closing the door. you took a sear in darry’s chair, watching TV.

ponyboy wondered if you noticed he was even home. when he seen you enter—he felt insecure. you were the definition of a greaser—he was…just some guy that so happened to have grease in his hair.

you realized he stopped reading, his eyes everywhere but his book. sighing, you got up and sat beside him on the couch. you took one more swig of the beer before you told him to read out loud.

“read to me.”

“wh-huh?”

“the TV’s borin’. read.”

with that, he did. the longer ponyboy read, the more relaxed he became. of course—you looked like you wanted to rip your own head off—but ponyboy did like the fact you immersed yourself into the story.

“she fucking what?”

“yeah! crazy, right?”

“crazy’s an understatement, man.”

‘crazy’ is what people would call you and two-bit. people would’ve never willingly put the two of you in a room, but you two got along swimmingly.

he was loud, sometimes clingy, and always joking around. you really needed someone like him in your life. a breath of fresh air—until the two of you would compete.

“let’s see who can steal the most stuff without gettin’ caught.”

was a sentence often said between the two of you. a little fun never hurt nobody, right? two-bit seemed like the expert at stealing, and you just liked to break the law.

the longest it went on was for a week. you tot caught first and you have yet to live it down.

“so god fuckin’ help me—i will gauge your eyeballs out with this fucking fork!”

“yeah but, i’ll die knowin’ that i was able to steal without gettin’ BANNED!”

two-bit later had a bruise on his ribs.

you’ve never been one to stay in a group of people. but staying with these people—it was different in so many ways.

you knew they wanted you here, they knew you loved them and that you knew that they loved you too. and unfamiliar feeling sure—but a welcomed feeling.

you argued, fought, and even fist fought each other. but goddamnit, you all moved past it. and that’s all you could ask for in this little life. even if your life is mostly you sitting in a prison.

[futuristicyouthvoid]

Kili x Elf Reader

Summary: While the days were going very calmly and peacefully in Rivendell, the visit of the dwarves accompanied by Gandalf interrupted this. However, over time, you begin to get close to a certain dwarf.

As you followed Lord Elrond and Gandalf, you smiled at their little banter about 'dressing appropriately'. While they were settling down at the table, you walked over to your cousin Lindir and gently clasped your hands in front of you. "Your face looks like you're in pain..." you said loud enough for him to hear. He glanced at you briefly. “It's not wrong… I'm just… wondering how this would turn out.” You wanted to laugh at his attitude but you didn't, yet you couldn't help but try. "I honestly expected better from you, your expression is still a bit soft. Try not to waste yourself too much." You gave a small smile as he shifted uneasily.

You watched the surroundings, or rather the dwarves, throughout the meal. You weren't very familiar with them, so you wanted to observe. In any case, it was not difficult to predict that things would explode at some point. They were quite rambunctious… in one word, attenuated.

You were talking softly with Lindir, at this moment you came face to face with one of them. It was obvious that he was much younger than the others. When you didn't look away for a while, he smiled at you and then winked. You were amazed at first by his bold attitude, but then you reminded yourself that he was a dwarf. Of course it would happen. He looked surprised when you went beyond your limits and gave him a small smile. He never thought that you would respond to him, especially after a few unsuccessful attempts... Your sensitive ears had heard his conversations with his friends, which were louder gossip than they thought anyway.

At some point things really broke out. Suddenly all hell broke loose, a food fight broke out between them, accompanied by the dwarf who climbed onto the table and sang. You'd never admit it, but it seemed kind of fun. Poor Lindir's horrified expression amused you even more, and you almost laughed, but held yourself back again.

As you were about to turn around, you froze in place as a piece of food hit your chest. The front of your light-colored dress and the curls hanging down the sides of your face were stuck. There were some dwarves who noticed this. One of them was that young dwarf...

His eyes were wide open and confused as he looked at you. Embarrassment... that's what happened and he was definitely the one who accidentally threw that food at you. You left there with Lindir. You quickly went to your room and cleaned up.

You did not meet the young dwarf for the next two days. At some point you realized he was running away from you.

The next day, after doing your work, you went out to the balcony, the sun was setting. You leaned your hands on the railing and began to watch the view you always see.

Just then, you heard a pair of footsteps. It was definitely not an elf. You slowly turned and looked.

It was that young dwarf. You saw him looking at you with the same embarrassment. You were the one to break the silence, "Your name is Kili, right?" He nodded and agreed. “Yeah, that's me… well…” you then gave him your name and added, “What are you doing here?” He took a few more small steps towards you. "I owe you an apology... I'm sorry. For what happened at dinner. I swear I didn't do it on purpose... I- believe me, it happened by mistake." He arranged the words one after another. You weren't actually really angry, you knew it was a mistake. You had incredible patience and were not easily angered. You were calm again now, but your facial expression was not that soft. This made him even more nervous. "I have a condition." He jumped right in, "Sure, whatever you want."

"Tell me your story, from the beginning. Where did you come from? What have you done? Where are you going? What will happen next? I have heard some things, but I want to hear it from a dwarf myself, I must know it all. Maybe then I will forgive you for what you have done, young dwarf." The nervous look on Kili's face was gone, replaced by a smile. You gave a small smile and invited him over. You sat together and started talking while watching the view. He literally told you everything he could think of. You listened to him with interest. You made occasional comments and laughed at some of his jokes. It was almost night when you were there. You lost track of time, but it was the first time in a long time that you enjoyed it like this. The same was true for Kili. He watched you while talking. You were so perfect... in fact, you were the most beautiful being he had ever seen. He had flirted with many women throughout his life, he had seen many women, but you... you were completely different. The moment he saw you he was speechless, almost choking on his own saliva. No one could fault the beauty of the elves walking around, but you were on a different level. So much so that you were considered one of the most beautiful elves.

Kili fell in love with you even more that night. He was the kind of guy who fell hard. You caused him to fall seriously hard. He made some flirting attempts when he dared. He was trying you. You also gave him small feedback. It was unclear whether this would go anywhere, but you went with the moment. You've been living for centuries, and by now, of course, some people came your way, but you never went forward with any of them or allowed yourself to be courted. You thought you had more time for this. Maybe one day it would... but after you met Kili, you started to realize things about yourself. Were you falling in love with this dwarf? Some thoughts began to haunt your mind and continued as the days progressed.

You both started meeting on the same balcony at night. Almost every day for two weeks. But you knew it would end because he had to go and they didn't have much time left. The day of Durin was approaching.

You walked to the balcony and paused at the entrance. Kili was standing by the fountain, looking at himself in the reflection of the water pooling below. You had noticed that he often played with his hair and face. But it wasn't like arrogance, it was more like insecurity. You directed your steps towards him. "You may have a sweet face, but such arrogance hits hard." There was a hint of mischief in your voice. Kili jumped when you spoke, startled. "Oh! Mahal!" Then he quickly recovered and smiled at you. "Did I ever mention that you float almost like an angel? Do your feet touch the ground?" You giggled happily as you approached him. "I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry."

"No, you didn't." in a mischievous manner. You laughed.

Then a silence fell and as the silence fell you were looking at each other. Instinctively, you slowly reached out your hand to the strand of hair that fell in front of Kili's eyes and combed it to the side with your fingers. Even this small movement caused Kili's breathing to hitch. He swallowed. It was you again who broke the silence, "They need to be shortened a bit. They cover your face." He barely heard what you said at the time, in fact it only sounded like a mumble.

"You are so beautiful... flawless. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life." he said softly. He seemed fascinated. You looked absolutely ethereal as the starlight reflected on your face, illuminating your pure white skin, full pink lips, and long dark curls. You looked like you came out of the most beautiful fairy tales and Kili was fascinated by your appearance. His eyes were pensive and he was watching you with admiration. For a moment he thought he was in a dream, in fact he felt that way most of the time he spent with you because you were too wonderful to be real to him. Your beauty, your kindness, your deep and velvety voice, your awe-filled gaze... At the same time, your knowledge and experience gained over the centuries you lived, your advice and stories were interesting. He lost himself in you. He was becoming more certain with every second he looked at you.

He had fallen in love with you.

What you heard had filled your heart with excitement, and those looks you received had increased it even more. There was something much different in those eyes now... more serious. Yes, Kili was a fun guy and you had definitely seen similar things in him, but this time it was different. The rhythm of his heartbeat changed.

“Kili…” you mumbled his name softly… soon Kili slowly pulled away, looking away from you. You frowned slightly, trying to understand. "Please talk to me."

Kili was so caught up in all these moments that he forgot the facts. You couldn't love him... how could you? Such a perfect and immortal being had no business being with an ugly - by dwarf standards - dwarf like him. Yes, he was incorrigibly flirtatious and outgoing, but deep down, his self-confidence was sometimes slipping. By dwarf standards he was considered ugly, he didn't have a proper beard and he certainly couldn't grow it, and his hair wasn't long enough. He didn't have as much hair on his body as there should have been. He wanted to be like his brother and uncle, but it was impossible, he could never be like them. Any woman would never be with someone who wasn't masculine enough, right? You wouldn't like it either.

He thought so, but he didn't realize how wrong he was. "You can never love me... why would you? I have nothing to love... I don't even have enough beard. I'm a hopeless person..." sentences suddenly came out of Kili's mouth. He looked at you, realizing what he said. You even thought it was cute that he could make such a simple thing such a big problem with his childish attitude, but of course, from his point of view, this was a serious thing. Well, this was normal for his young age.

He was about to get up, but you held his arm with a gentle smile on your face. "Oh Kili... you're so naive. Did you really think I would make a problem with this? I'm not a dwarf or a human. The things that bother you about yourself are not for me." He looked at you confused and thought about what you said for a while. Then you added again, "I'm an elf, and the things you mentioned don't apply in elven culture. But either way... you're beautiful just the way you are." You reached out your hand and placed it on his cheek. “You are so beautiful… in everything. I swear.”

Kili's eyes filled with tears at your attitude. He had never heard such things from anyone before, except his mother. But that didn't really count. He watched as his wet eyes found yours, he knew you wouldn't lie to him. Maybe someone else would make fun of him feeling such intense things and developing a sense of confidence in such a short time, it might seem like nonsense, but it wasn't like that. He trusted you and you always approached him with all your sincerity. He closed his eyes and leaned into your soft touch. He could stay like this forever and never complain. You gently caressed the side of his head with your thumb.

In some moments words were not necessary, you could only find peace in silence. It was exactly like that right now. There was no need for words. There was peace.

You and him.

Just the two of you.

The distance between the two of you was closing with each passing second and finally, as your eyes closed, both of your lips slowly met. His hand found your soft hand. Kiss was full of tenderness. You were as close to each other as possible. You both broke the kiss to catch your breath as your lips burned like fire. Foreheads met.

Kili whispered against your lips, "Amrâlimê"

And you whispered, "Meleth nîn"

[nuancefem]

this screenshot from another post actually really hit me hard

it's so true... they always do this. trying to make body dysphoria seem inherently worse than body dysmorphia is actually cruel. as someone who developed extremely severe body dysmorphia before dysphoria, i can tell you it's the #1 reason i started hating and harming myself and wanting to die at a young age. i would've 1000% gotten extreme facial plastic surgery to "fix" myself. and while for some it's their road to happiness, if i had it... it personally would've locked me into this fake version of myself, forever wearing a mask. and whenever i'd see someone looking like my past self, a haunting feeling would've come over me. and yet society was encouraging me to "fix" my perceived flaws. it was insanely normalized. it was seen as almost self-care, and a way to better my chances in life as a "prettier" woman. it really fucked me up. you CANNOT look me in the eyes and say shit like "women just want to xyz bc of beauty standards, it's not the same as my much worse severely debilitating dysphoria" without telling my younger self and other young girls that her life-threatening suffering wasn't bad enough, wasn't painful enough, wasn't as bad as anything a trans person goes through. it assumes so fucking much about dysmorphic people. don't brush us off so easily. don't put yourself as inherently in a worse situation when societal misogyny costs real lives. especially since for me, it came from initial bullying at a young age, like many other girls who hate their own bodies & faces. stop belittling our pain.

my dysphoria was very debilitating too, and made me a trans activist for life. but it did come with risks. i developed reverse dysphoria quite quickly after i started growing stubble, and now i'm stuck with that painful dysphoria until i can get expensive laser hair removal. if this is how transfems feel like about their own stubble, holy shit... i'm so fucking sorry. that's a truly horrible feeling. what i can tell you though, is that this is actually a cousin sensation to dysmorphia. dysmorphia & dysphoria aren't as separated as y'all might want them to be, which would make things must simpler ofc. but it's the feeling of visceral disgust, of your body not being good enough, not being you enough. that sucks to think about; we don't want to empower the transphobic crowd into thinking they can magically fix us all. and so, many activists and dysphoric people try to compensate by portraying them as experiences that are completely foreign to one another. as never being related or feeling similar at all, ever. but the thing is, as a previously chronically dysphoric & dysmorphic detrans chick, i can tell you first-hand that it doesn't help anyone to pretend that these aren't often comorbid disorders, and that they actually really do feel similar. and that's okay! no one should take all your treatment options away just because of that. that would be shitty, transphobic, and honestly ableist. but we gotta encourage ppl & their doctors to do due diligence (which my doctor and trans community didn't) and be open to everybody about the risk of regret, of reverse dysphoria, of things not working out the way we think they will. because all that at the very least makes detransitions less painful, even if you personally never detransition. detransitions can lead to very extreme self-hatred, and all the unfortunate consequences of self-hatred. it is a very vulnerable place to be in, and we want to prevent harm. more and more folks are detransitioning because of a lack of information and a focus on celebrating someone's transition early instead of giving proper information. the same should be done with dysmorphic folks - i am both a post-dysphoric and post-dysmorphic person. but many dysmorphic people cannot function without getting surgeries.

and while this is honestly tragic, as anyone needing to go under the knife at all is tragic in a sense... sometimes it is the only life-saving treatment option for the person. for me, i feel so fucking proud of my survival despite years of debilitating disgust at myself, my body and my face. both in a dysphoric and dysmorphic way. but i do not look down on anyone who did have to go through surgeries. i'm just happy to see them smile and feel good about themselves, honestly. but it is a bit bittersweet. how was it, before surgeries, to be dysphoric? to be dysmorphic? i want to read more stories from those eras. how did people find inner peace? did they, in the end? how many didn't survive? what did they have to say? i feel a strange sense of yearning, sometimes. heteropatriarchal society is really weird. it triggers dysmorphia in so many young girls & transmascs. it can also trigger temporary dysphoria in some people, and even permanent dysphoria. and just because certain societal things are a factor in your dysphoria doesn't mean you're lesser for it either - your suffering matters. just like dysmorphic suffering. hating yourself at all is so fucking painful. i wouldn't wish it on my worse enemy, or i'd at least strongly hesitate and they'd need to be an actual monster to deserve it. i love dysphoric & dysmorphic people so fucking much. i don't want us to fight eachother, or shame eachother for seeking treatments when things become too much for us to bear. we need to uplift one another. do everything we can to lessen these feelings in ourselves, of course, as a community of people who hate their bodies and place in society. but if someone chooses to cross over, to take hormones, to have surgeries... i just don't want them to regret it, that's all. and if they don't? if they're happy? i would hug them and breathe a sigh of relief as well. i'd feel bittersweet, almost nostalgic, because i've been there. people who haven't been severely dysphoric or dysmorphic don't fucking understand. hopefully they never will.

[danisbrainrot]

I love tigris too, fanfics about her are so little , so if you can do this one I'll be so grateful

Back when reader and Tigris were still in the academy, a misunderstanding occurred when Tigris mistakenly believed that reader was pursuing her boyfriend. In reality, reader was simply trying to become closer to Tigris through her boyfriend, unaware that he was Tigris's boyfriend since he never referred to her as such but rather as a friend.

Now, Tigris is a designer and reader is a model. They find themselves working on the same project. Despite the passing years, Tigris still harbors resentment towards reader. At some point during their interaction, Tigris might say something along the lines of "You wanted my boyfriend," to which reader would respond, "I didn't want your stupid boyfriend; I wanted you."

tigris x reader the drama??? the hopeless lesbians??? i love this idea!! i changed a few things to better fit the plot, so, sorry if it's not exactly how you wanted it to be. tw: misogyny, power imbalance??? (can models be in relationships with their designers?) and slightly ooc tigris. word count: 1402

it started in biology class. you were lab partners with atticus rhodes and had to go to his house to work on the assignment together. you were spending a lot of time together, both desperate for top marks, that he'd blow off hanging out with his girlfriend to work on it with you.

you were talking with atticus outside of class one day when the most gorgeous girl you'd ever seen approached the two of you. staring at her shamelessly, you couldn't help taking her all in. she pecks atticus' cheek, grabbing his hand and begging to go to lunch with her—you stood awkwardly, trying not to gape at her. he brushed her off, and you were dumbfounded by his reaction. she walks away, trying to hold back her tears.

“i didn’t know you had a girlfriend?” you had meant it as a statement, but it came out as more of a question. he shrugged, readjusting his book bag.

“yeah, tigris. she’s pretty cool, but she’s weirdly dismissive of hanging out at her house. she’s also boring in bed, i might dump her soon,” he remarked, looking at the crowd bustling through the house.

you scoff, rolling your eyes and walking away from him as you’re reminded just how disgusting men are. you’d honestly thought he was different—he’d treated you so nicely—but you supposed that was just an act to get good grades. you also thought he was an absolute idiot for wanting to dumb someone as beautiful as tigris—it was his loss, you supposed.

little did you know, he was really trying to get into your pants. so when he broke it off with tigris a few weeks later, when she begged to know why, he lied and used you as an excuse. she was so heartbroken, that she missed a few days of school. when atticus tried to get with you, you shot him down swiftly, explaining that not only were you not interested in men, but you found him deplorable. however, this conversation surprisingly never founds its way to tigris’ ears.

ever since then, tigris hated you for ruining her relationship. she avoided you for the rest of the year, glared at you when you entered the room—her younger cousin even spread a nasty rumour that you were sleeping with your teachers for better grades.

you couldn’t understand what you’d done to upset her so badly, especially considering you never even talked to atticus again after the assignment was finished. but now you’d been branded as a slut, a homewrecker and a whore—all because a boy lied.

you thought that once you graduated, you’d lose the titles, and everyone would move on; for the most part, your reputation as a slut had been completely forgotten. you were the capitol’s next up-and-coming model, about to hit your peak, while tigris was a well-renowned stylist. it only seemed like a matter of time before you two eventually worked together.

tigris did everything in her power to avoid booking you, but after a long conversation with one of her assistants, she realised she had to put aside her personal resentment towards you and do what was best for her new designer line.

when you walked up to the photoshoot, tigris greeted you as politely as she could and guided you to the backroom. you quickly got changed, praising her designs as the saccharine smile never leaves her face. you’re oblivious to the tension in the room—still unaware that atticus had left tigris for you. tigris wasn’t typically a spiteful person, but seeing how gorgeous you’d become only added to her already bitter feelings towards you. yet, when she tugged too hard on your hair, you hardly noticed, when she pulled the clothes too tight, you didn’t complain like most models would—you didn’t want to annoy her since she could easily make or break your career.

throughout the photoshoot, tigris couldn’t believe how perfect you were. you were stunning, did exactly as the photographer asked, and made her clothes look incredibly fashionable. she knew that, much to her chagrin, you’d feature in plenty more of her photoshoots after this one.

when the day was over, tigris had hoped to sprint out of there—but unfortunately for her, you blocked her exit. you invited her out to dinner, and how could she refuse?

so that’s how you ended up endlessly chatting to her about modelling and how hard it was to find actual gigs that paid more than $200, while she sipped from her wine glass. tigris would smile or nod her head every now and then, to confirm she was listening to you. it wasn’t until you mentioned how much she’d grown up since the academy, that she finally snapped.

tigris was a typically kind and gentle person, but after dealing with the fact she’d lost her cousin to his own selfish desires, her grandma’am dying and seeing you again, the comment was her last straw.

“why do you care how i’ve been doing since the academy? trying to see if i have a new boyfriend to steal?” she snaps.

you were stunned, staring at her in silence for a moment. it was awkward as she quickly sipped her third glass of wine, wondering if that was the reason she was so hot and bothered right now. finally, you collected your thoughts. “is that what you think happened? that i stole atticus from you?” you ask, leaning in closer to her.

flushing at the closeness, she nods. “that’s what he told me,” she replies. you snort, shaking your head as you feel laughter starting to bubble in your chest.

“atticus rhodes is a liar. when he left you, he came crawling to me, begging me to go out with him, then threw a tantrum when he found out i exclusively like girls,” you explain. her eyes widen, as her mouth falls open, forming the perfect ‘o’ shape.

“i didn’t know—”

“of course you didn’t. i always knew that the slut accusations happened because everyone thought atticus left you for me, but i didn’t know you started them,” you reply, heartbroken. you knew that she was hurt, and you’d assumed she partly blamed you, but it really hurt to think that even after all these years she saw you as some seductress set out to steal her future lovers.

you stood up abruptly, you seat scraping loudly against the floor as you lost any semblance of an appetite. tigris felt so guilty, that she watched you leave—her mind racing as she processed all this new information.

it wasn’t until you were outside, calling your friend to come pick you up, that tigris pulls you aside. she takes your hands in hers, leaning so close into you that you can smell the alcohol on her breath. “i’m sorry, i was so jealous of you for so long, when i should have been directing that anger at him. i never should have blamed you,” she apologises. “you were just so much prettier than me, so much more charismatic—”

“tigris, you’re so fucking gorgeous and it kills me that you can’t see that,” you interrupt. she pauses, pulling away from you. “in fact, the reason i’m upset isn’t because you think i’m a slut who stole your boyfriend, but because you don’t like me and i really want you to. can’t you see that i never wanted your stupid boyfriend? all i wanted was you.” it’s awkwardly silent for a moment, so you decide that it couldn’t hurt anymore, and lean into kiss her. her lips are soft and cool, which felt heavenly against your warm ones. she’s so stunned that she doesn’t kiss back; noticing this, you pull away, wondering if you’ve crossed the line.

she breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and you can’t read her expression. it shocks you when she leans down and smashes her lips against yours, pouring out all her resentment and anger over the years into the kiss. you reciprocate immediately, wrapping your arms around her neck and getting on your tippy toes to kiss her properly. you swear you can hear the sound of cameras clicking and flashes of light, but you don’t mind, because at that moment, all you cared about was the feel of tigris against you and the way she was kissing you.

[megan-loves-surveys]

#36.

Your opinion on smoking: It sucks. Don't do it. For one, it's way too expensive. Two, it's harmful to your health. Three, I don't want to inhale your smoke.

Have you ever wanted a wild animal for a pet? If yes, what animal? No.

Do you like group work? It depends. If the group is made up of my friends, then it's great. If it's not, then it can fuck off lol.

Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No.

Does your grass need cut currently? We don't have a lawn.

Are you a godparent? No.

Have you ever gone a full day without interacting with another person? No, cos I always at least talk to my Mum.

How many watches do you own? One, if my FitBit counts lol.

Who was the last person you sincerely thanked? Hmm, prob my Mum.

Have you ever been carded when buying something? Oh god, all the time. Constantly from when I turned 18 up till today.

Can you have more than one best friend? Obviously you can.

What was the last thing you drank? Water.

Do you ever wonder if you will get in a car accident and die? I've been hit by a car already, so that no longer scares me tbh.

One night stand or relationship? Relationship.

Do you honestly have any regrets? Only small ones, like not meeting The Shield as a group in 2013, I let my Mum talk me out of it and I could kick her for it LOL.

Who was the last girl to say something to you? My Mum.

New tats in your near future? Probably not.

How about piercings or re-piercings? No thank you.

Have you ever had a tattoo covered up or added to? No.

Have you ever kissed someone who has previously kissed someone you hated? I don't think so.

Do you have any relatives with red hair? Not naturally, but my cousin used to dye her hair red.

What’s your favorite kind of pasta? Any, pasta is GOAT.

Have you ever had rabies? No.

Do you know anyone who ever had to get a rabies shot? No.

Ever eaten deer? Duck? Squirrel? How about lamb? No to any of those.

Does your car have heated seats? I don't have a car.

Have you ever been tempted to steal? No.

Would you rather travel to Ireland or Japan? Japan, but Ireland would be cool too.

Does tickling turn you on? No xD

What is the age gap between you and your parents? I'm in my mid 30's and they're in their 70's. You do the maths.

How many bathrooms does your house have? Is this enough? One, and yes.

Have you ever dated someone who was emotionally or mentally unstable? Yes.

Be honest: are you clingy? I can be, my boyfriend says he likes it though xD

Have you ever had bronchitis? Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a reptile for a pet? No.

Are you afraid of the dentist? I'm not afraid, but I don't like going lol. Who does?

Did you attend Sunday School as a child? No. My parents never pushed religion on me and I'm thankful.

Your boyfriend/girlfriend isn’t around but their phone is. Do you look through it? No, that's invasion of privacy, and I'd hate if he did that to me. Phones are private. Plus, I trust him.

Have you ever liked anyone that was in a relationship with someone else? Oh, sure.

Do you think your last ex ever thinks about you? I don't know, and I don't care tbh.

Would you rather have salad or french fries for a side dish? Fries, every single time.

Which one of your relationships was the shortest? I went out with a guy when I was a teenager for like a week lol.

Which was the longest? My current relationship, we've been together since June 2022, so 2 years! We had our anniversary last week <3

Have any of your exes told you they regret breaking up with you? No.

Are you going to be getting any new pets soon? No, but I want a cat so badly.

Do you like BBQ sauce? Yes.

What do you like to do when you’re home alone? The same thing as I do when my Mum is home lol.

Should the guy always pay for the date? No, you pay for your own meal lol.

Do you like Frozen? No.

Do you use Instagram often? I don't even have an account lol.

What is one question you don’t like being asked? How old I am sometimes cos they think I'm younger than I am, then they find out my real age and judge me for some reason? It's stupid as fuck.

Who is someone you know who is talkative? My Mum xD

Do you know anyone who plays the violin? No.

Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? Mox Girl, I use it all over the place these days. I love weatherwarden too though.

Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? Yes.

If someone told you that we live in a society that hates women, how would you respond? Well, yes, but they hate men too, so what's your point?

Which of your breakups was the hardest for you to get over? Meh...

What did you have for dinner last night? Potato wedges.

Do you write poetry? If so, what kind of poetry do you write? No.

Have your parents traveled to any countries that you have not been to? Yes - my Dad's been to Mexico, Spain, Italy, France and Ireland. Jealous lol. But I've been to the USA multiple times and he's never been and wants to xD

What’s your favorite type of gemstone? Ruby or diamond.

Would you rather take a class in fencing or archery? Fencing.

Have you ever had a stalker? Not in person, but I had an online stalker - he followed me all over the internet, and signed up to every website I had an account on, kept harassing me on chat programs (I'd block him and he'd make a new name to message me again), read all my posts on forums and that. It was so annoying, he was a pain the ass lol.

What was the last strong scent you smelled? Some spicy food my Mum was making.

When was the last time you changed your outfit? When I got dressed after a shower lol.

What was the last thing you took a picture of? My lunch the other day.

What were the positives and negatives of your last week? Negative was that on Monday at work I was on the phones, that's my least fave part of my job lol. Positives were games night, hanging with my boyfriend, having dinner with Ngawari and Seth Rollins returned on Raw yesterday!

What is one of your wildest dreams or ambitions? Travel the world. I don't have the money lol.

What was the subject of your last phone conversation? It was my boss, confirming my days for work for the next week or so.

What are your plans for tomorrow? How about the weekend? Tomorrow I'm working, then going to the gym after work with Ngawari. I have no plans in particular for the weekend, but David said he might go to the Fale Dojo show, if he does I might go too. Otherwise, I'll prob just hang out with my boyfriend.

What did the last jacket you wore look like? It was likely my leather jacket, it's purple.

The 6 Quiz

if you had to save just 6 people who would they be? My Mum My Dad My boyfriend Ngawari Jon Moxley xD Hmm...

If you had to take 6 things on an island what would they be Laptop Phone A personal chef A bed Snacks My boyfriend xD

if you had to watch 6 shows for the rest of your live what would they be The Simpsons Friends Big Bang Theory WWE in general Shortland St Emmerdale

If you had to listen to just 6 bands/singers/groups for the rest of your life who would they be? Ayumi Hamasaki Blue Five Little Mix Girls Aloud Adam Lambert

The BEST quiz…

whats the best soda? Coke Zero Sugar food? Pasta color? Purple age? 21 tv show? Friends, Simpsons or BBT movie? Dunno (your best) friend? Ngawari class? Computers/IT job? Admin assistant, which is what I do now lol person to marry? Nobody, but my boyfriend if I had to pick :P place to live? NYC color to wear in spring? Any song to listen to when your sad? Dunno song to listen to when your happy? Dunno song to cuddle to? Dunno car? Dodge Viper candy? Gummies and sour stuff book? Weather Warden series Cd player? I just use my phone web site? last.fm, Reddit or YouTube state? NY paper clip color? Silver? place to have seX? Hahah, I love it outdoors xD place to socialize? Wrestling shows place to go when your sad? My room school? My high school college? Eh comedian? Jimmy Carr, I've seen him live twice, he's so funny actor? Johnny Depp actress? Eh singer? Ayumi Hamasaki group? Little Mix, Blue, Five band? ^^^^ rnb group? Eh rapper? Eminem metal group? None season? Summer fast food place? KFC snack? Chips but really anything crunchy and salty thing to do? Watch wrestling game system (n64, ps2, nintendo2 etc)? Nintendo Switch

first job: Data entry. first screen name: I think it was like i_love_ritchie_foreva cos I loved Ritchie from Five xD first self-purchased album: Billie Piper's first album, lol. first pets: A cat, his name was Piglet <3 first big trip: I went to the UK for 10 weeks when I was about 6. last big car ride: Depends what you consider 'big'. last real kiss: Yesterday when I saw my boyfriend. last good cry: Hmm... last movie seen: One of the Resident Evil movies. last movie seen in a theater: Bob's Burgers Movie. last beverage drank: Water. last food consumed: Some Ritz crackers. last phone call: My boss. last TV show watched: A show about dogs with jobs, like police dogs and dogs who sniff out drugs at the airport. I watch it just for the cute dogs xD last shoes worn: I'm wearing ugg boots right now, but before that was my heels for work lol. last CD played: I'm shuffling my playlist, but I think the last full album was one of Ayumi Hamasaki's. last item bought: Popcorn chicken from KFC lol. last cigarette: Years ago. last book read: Reach For The Stars. last time showered: This morning. last words spoken: Not sure. last sleep: Last night. last IM: My boyfriend. last time wanting to die: Never. last time dancing: Haha the other day xD

[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Chapter 22

*Warning Adult Content*

- Maddox -

The moment I stepped into the club, I thought of all the ways I could kill a certain someone.

Jordan just had to phone me, of all the people on my cousin's team or the people he chooses to hang around with, Aiden just had to ask for me instead, on a night like tonight.

I should be home, in my warm bed, not surrounded by drunk people with music blasting from the stereos but here I was, pushing through the crowd while keeping hands from touching me.

This was the last time I was going to do this for him, I was damn sure going to tell him that the moment I laid eyes on my pathetic excuse for a cousin, who doesn't know how to control himself.

Once I got further into the club, I noticed a crowd around a table and something told me that he was there, from the shouting and the drunk yelling I could hear from the dancefloor, so I made my way over.

From the looks of it, someone was fighting but I couldn't tell from where I was but I did recognise a voice, that could be nobody else other than Jordan's, yelling a name I knew all too well.

Once I got close enough, I pushed people out of my way by dragging them back, until I reached the front and got a look at what was happening.

"YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT," Aiden yelled at another guy, twice the size of him, who stood unfazed by Aiden's presence.

What is this fucking idiot doing now?

"Aiden," I yell, grabbing a hold of him, people now aware I was here and who I was.

Aiden's drunk, furious gaze landed on me, before his face shifted into a happy, go lucky one, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Cousin. You're in for it now, bitch," he spat out at the bigger man, who clenched his fists on either side of him.

"Do you know who he is, huh?" Aiden continued to taunt the man.

"Come on, you're fucking drunk."

I couldn't deal with this right now, all I wanted to do was to kick his ass myself, for embarrassing himself and dragging me all the way here for him.

"What?" he looked at me, scoffing. "But I just got here, Mads."

"Run along pussy boy, go home with your boyfriend," the bigger guy says to Aiden, looking at me.

Any night, I'd not even say a word, I would just throw fists and smack some sense into him but I didn't do that anymore and right now, it wasn't worth the trouble teaching not only my cousin some manners, by a complete stranger.

"Look, I'm taking him home, I'll pay for your drinks tonight so let's just calm down," I tell him, standing with his friends who laugh out.

"I don't want your money, pretty boy, he attacked my brother, he deserves what I'm about to do to him," he snapped out, hinting to the younger guy standing next to him, grinning from ear to ear.

"That's him Mads, the shit who hit your boy," Aiden says to me, as I tried to understand what he was telling me.

I looked at the younger boy and noticed he was wearing a high school football jacket, from the same school Theo went to and would be graduating from soon, the guy had a bruise on his cheek, from where Aiden hit him.

"Maddox Zane?" I hear my voice come from his mouth, his eyes widening before he leans to his brother and whispered something.

"So, you're a pro fighter?" he hums out. "Listen, this has nothing to do with you man, my beef is with your friend there, he hit my brother and I'm not going to drop that shit until I break his nose."

As the guy spoke, all I could think about was how incredibly unfortunate this night had become but, not for me because once I saw who was responsible for Theo's torment, I saw a thousand ways of breaking his damn legs.

This was the guy who bullied Theo, standing right in front of me without a single clue to who I was.

"You're Eric?" I asked his brother, who froze as he looked at me.

"You... know me?" he asks me, almost excitably, like he was a fan, which made me feel sick.

Honestly, I could whack but also kiss Aiden right now because this was too good of an opportunity to miss.

I looked back at his brother and smiled.

"You touch my cousin and I'll break your hand, that's a fact, so either fuck off now before I ruin your whole life."

My words came out smooth and I felt light despite the situation, the guy looked taken back and completely embarrassed but if I've learned anything, it's that pride is a hard thing to swallow, especially for these types of guys.

"Look man..." he tries to reason with me but I wasn't having it.

I shoved Aiden away from me and stepped closer to the 'big brother' and got into his face, my patience lost and my thoughts turning dark, having given him a chance to walk away but he didn't.

"Your brother deserves much more than what my cousin did to him, believe me, you don't want to fight me because I'll not only break your arm but I'll snap his fucking legs, do you understand me?" I tell him, as his face paled and his brother stilled beside him.

I turned to Eric and saw him flinch under my gaze.

"I'm not going to hit you today... in fact, I don't need to lay a single fucking finger on you, you don't know me but you messed with me the moment you laid your filthy hands on Theodore Banks," I say to him, as his eyes widen at the name.

"T-Theo?" he mumbles, his voice shaking. "I don't know what you're talking about."

My whole body felt like it was on fire, this kid... this little shit dared to lie to my face, after everything Theo told me he had done to him in the past few years of high school, it made my blood turn thick.

"Look, Matt, let's just go." Eric tells his brother, who was looking at the both of us with confusion on his face.

"What the fuck is going on?" the brother 'Matt' asked me before looking down at Eric.

"What did you do now? Is this to do with the police showing up at the house the other night?"

So, he knew, well... I wasn't going to drop it now, even if the police were involved, I was involved now and this fucker had no idea just who Theo was to me but he was about to find out.

"Your brother attacked and almost killed someone important to me," I say, looking down at the now terrified Eric. 

I grabbed hold of Eric and pushed him roughly until he fell back onto a table filled with drinks, making them fall and smash onto the floor as I stepped in-between him and wrapped my hand around his neck, peering down at him.

"You will never play football again, I will make sure everyone knows your name and what you've done, try and deny what you've done and I'll have a reason to come find you and do worse things to you than you ever did to Theo," I say, with promise laced in my rough tone, before letting go of his neck.

"Do you know who my parents are?" he coughs, looking at me with tears in his eyes, as his older brother 'Matt' looked on in astonishment. "You can't just threaten me."

His parents?

This kid had really no idea when to shut the hell up but his brother did as he stepped in-between us and before I knew it, he hit Eric across the face, hard.

"Shut your mouth," Matt yells, before smacking his brother again across the face, before turning to face me.

"I didn't know about any of that and I'm not getting involved in it, I'll make sure he doesn't bother the kid anymore," he says to me, just as I could hear police sirens coming from outside.

"Someone's called the police," Aiden groans, grabbing hold of me.

"Let's get out of here," Jordan says beside me, as people move their phones out of my face as I turn around.

"WHAT IS HE TO YOU?" Eric suddenly yelled out, making me stop and turn around.

"This has nothing to do with you, why are you even getting involved?" he snaps embarrassed, tears falling down his face as he began crying out in shame.

To think this is the guy who Theo had to put up with for years, if only I could've saved him earlier from this... this pathetic excuse of a man, then none of this would've happened to Theo.

"He's nothing, he's just... a nerd."

I laughed because once upon a time I would've found humour in this because Theo was many things and sure, he was a nerd but he was so much more than that, he was a good person, he was kind, fuck- he lit up a room and he never gave up on something he was excited about.

Despite how people saw him, Theo was twice the man I was when I was his age, there is nothing anyone could tell me to change how I thought about him.

This person ruined their entire life because of something that didn't have to do with Theo but because he was afraid to admit who he really was, much like me but not Theo, he knew who he was and he lived his life unafraid, even when beaten.

Eric was clearly in-love with Theo and thought hitting him would somehow get rid of those feelings that he had for him, otherwise... why was he saying such words with that look on his face.

"If you don't regret what you've done now, you will... I'm going to make sure your life is over and if I hear you've shown yourself in front of him again, the next time you see me, I promise you I won't be this friendly."

That's all I say before I walk away, leaving the boy crying and wiping his eyes as people around us scatter as the police come barging into the nightclub, just as me, Aiden and Jordan make it out the back of the club.

Theo had come into my life in such a strange way but now instead of running and hiding from it, like Eric has done, afraid to admit his true feelings and in the process, he ruined everything, I knew I wasn't going to do that.

Being with Theo was an eye opener for me, I wasn't even close to the positivity that we could be something more but after seeing his tormenter up and close, destroyed by his own emotions, I couldn't ignore mine anymore.

So, who was Theo to me?

I didn't know for sure but I knew what he wasn't, he wasn't a stranger or someone I could forget about.

Things were going to get complicated.

I knew it the moment I left the club, that whatever our relationship was, was now going to change and... if I was being honest, it didn't bother me.

I was curious and excited to what was coming next. 

[communist-plagg]

(hi um so it's been like over two years i got hit with the adhd time blindness and then it was so long i was anxious about posting so i didn't and then i forgot again and that continued in a truly absurd cycle that i am now finally ending. but yeah sorry about that.)

for frame of reference it was 2016 (i think? idk during that first big hiatus) when i made this oc which probably explains a lot.

anyway her name is clara agreste—her and adrien as cousins, him being about a year or two older. clara's mom is gabriel agreste's older sister. the premise of the fic i started but never finished was that clara is sent to paris for the summer because her mom has to travel out of the country for work. however, something happens to prevent clara's mom from returning for the foreseeable future so clara is stuck in paris.

at some point clara ends up with a jaguar miraculous, which was meant to represent balance between the ladybug and black cat. or something. idk it's cat with spots, 13 year old me thought they were clever. clara (can't remember if i ever settled on an alias for her) was basically ladybug and chat noir's sidekick since she got her miraculous after their debut as heroes. honestly though the superhero thing took a backseat to more important stuff, such as The Agreste Family Drama.

adrien is generally allowed out more if clara is with him, so she starts tagging along when he hangs out with his friends. she's a year younger than them and therefore the baby of the group. i remember there being a running joke about adrien and nino coparenting?? idk if this is a universal experience or if my friend group at the time was just weird but it was like an established thing that if you had a friend a few years younger than you, that was your Infant Child now. anyway. clara is generally too shy and introverted to make friends on her own, so it works out.

clara’s hobbies include gymnastics and nail art. there are regulations about what gymnasts can do with their nails and adrien can’t have painted nails in his photo shoots, so marinette, alya and nino let her practice on them.

at some point plagg and the jaguar kwami that i never named run into each other in the agreste mansion at night but decide they aren’t telling their respective humans shit, just to see how long it’ll take for adrien and clara to figure it out. they do not figure it out.

that’s basically all i got??

i have more thoughts on how i’d update her character and what i would change, but i figured i’d keep this faithful to 13yo me’s og vision for now.

oh god oh fuck i’m remembering the miraculous ladybug oc i made in middle school

[overwatch-imagines-hub]

May I request HCs for Lúcio, Sigma, and Roadhog going out with their S/O and taking their S/O’s younger relatives (siblings, cousins, etc) trick or treating with them? Sorry if this request doesn’t make sense, I’ll clarify if needed, but thank you ( ◠‿◠ )

A/N: No worries, friend, I getchu!

Also, happy Halloween!!!

~~~

Lucio

He’s so excited

Like, SO excited

Halloween is one of his favorite holidays so you know he goes all out

Tricks out the kiddos’ costumes probably a little too much

Luci, your young cousin dressed as a robot doesn’t actually need functional robotic arms

If you’re someone who doesn’t do costumes, too bad because you and Lucio are wearing fancy matching ones

He’s so giddy about Halloween that it’s almost like you’re dealing with another kid

Before the group goes out, he sits down with the kids and makes a game plan

Helps them figure out the best and fastest candy routes, and pick out which houses have the best goodies so you guys can hit them first

He also picks out a few check-in spots in the neighborhood just in case anyone gets lost

Strong believer of the idea that no one is too old for trick-or-treating, so he waits until the kids each grab a couple of pieces before snagging a piece each for himself and you

He’s running around and being just as squirrel-y as the kids are

It’s chaos

But it’s fun chaos

By the end of the night, each of the kids has a giant bag of candy, and so do you and Lucio to share

He’s probably just as exhausted as the kids are by the end of the night but he ends up hauling like three half-asleep kids home on his shoulders and in his arms anyway

Once back home, it’s movie and candy-trading time

Everyone pours out their candy into separate piles and trades disliked treats for faves

Then the lot of you curl up and watch some Halloween classics

The kids don’t make it through one movie before falling asleep

Lucio barely makes it through two

Sigma

Excited but more for the kiddos than himself

Tbh, he’d much rather be at home handing out candy than wandering around in the chilly evening air b u t he loves to spend time with your and your family, so he’s immediately on board

Not much a costume man, so he lets the kids pick what he is and does his best to recreate it

The youngest member of the group demands he be a doctor fairy and he just can’t refuse

While out and about, he hangs back with you to share small talk and keep and eye on the kids going haywire around you

He helps you corral them around and make sure everyone is behaving and being nice to each other

Some house have candy bowls sitting on tables or stair railings that are too high for the kiddos to reach, so he picks them up one by one to help them snag their favorite ones

On occasion, he’ll sneak a candy to bring back and split with you as your group continues on its way

Tbh, most of the night is just you two corralling children and sharing kisses and candy when you get a chance to

Roadhog

Honestly, a little stressed, not that he really shows that

You know him well enough to tell, though

Nervous because he thinks he’s scary but not in the fun Halloween way

Your young relatives disagree but he chalks that up to them being familiar with him from previous meetings

If he comes down the street dressed up in a costume, he’s going to scare everyone and send them running

Which he normally wouldn’t care about but he doesn’t want to ruin things for you and your family specifically

You might have to convince him to wear something other than his regular attire because he thinks his normal getup is spooky enough

“Mako, you can’t go like that, you’re literally a wanted criminal.”

He grumbles about it being Halloween so no one will know it’s him, only to be shut down when you point out that it would be hard to overlook the fact that his body type and his outfit are identical to that of the wanted Roadhog

He probably quietly pouts a little bit longer but caves almost immediately when you bring out the puppy eyes

If he has to wear a costume, you have to pick it for him

So, naturally, you pick a cutesie pink pig

And you’re the farmer that owns said pig

Moving onto the actual outing, though

The kids basically ride Roadie all evening

He’s a giant, a few tiny people in glitter and face paint would be like carrying a gallon of milk

They sit on his shoulders or hang off his back and arms

He doesn’t mind in the slightest

They only hop off to run up porches to get the goods

He wasn’t entirely wrong that he would spook people but with his piggie outfit, it was only enough to get them to veer out of his way

Which meant your group got to the best candy first

Once he realized his power and your young family members’ enjoyment of it, he started actively spooking groups of kids and parents out of the way

You probably would have scolded him if you didn’t notice the kids getting such a kick out of it

[futuristicyouthvoid]

Kili x Elf Reader

BLURB

While the days were going very calmly and peacefully in Rivendell, the visit of the dwarves accompanied by Gandalf interrupted this.

As you followed Lord Elrond and Gandalf, you smiled at their little banter about 'dressing appropriately'. While they were settling down at the table, you walked over to your cousin Lindir and gently clasped your hands in front of you. "Your face looks like you're in pain..." you said loud enough for him to hear. He glanced at you briefly. “It's not wrong… I'm just… wondering how this would turn out.” You wanted to laugh at his attitude but you didn't, yet you couldn't help but try. "I honestly expected better from you, your expression is still a bit soft. Try not to waste yourself too much." You gave a small smile as he shifted uneasily.

You watched the surroundings, or rather the dwarves, throughout the meal. You weren't very familiar with them, so you wanted to observe. In any case, it was not difficult to predict that things would explode at some point. They were quite rambunctious… in one word, attenuated.

You were talking softly with Lindir, at this moment you came face to face with one of them. It was obvious that he was much younger than the others. When you didn't look away for a while, he smiled at you and then winked. You were amazed at first by his bold attitude, but then you reminded yourself that he was a dwarf. Of course it would happen. He looked surprised when you went beyond your limits and gave him a small smile. He never thought that you would respond to him, especially after a few unsuccessful attempts... Your sensitive ears had heard his conversations with his friends, which were louder gossip than they thought anyway.

At some point things really broke out. Suddenly all hell broke loose, a food fight broke out between them, accompanied by the dwarf who climbed onto the table and sang. You'd never admit it, but it seemed kind of fun. Poor Lindir's horrified expression amused you even more, and you almost laughed, but held yourself back again.

As you were about to turn around, you froze in place as a piece of food hit your chest. The front of your light-colored dress and the curls hanging down the sides of your face were stuck. There were some dwarves who noticed this. One of them was that young dwarf...

[ladyartemesia]

All I Want For Christmas is You

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Summary: When Park Jimin is unable to escort his precious sister through the gauntlet of corporate holiday galas, he blackmails his best friend Taehyung into being her chaperone. After all, who better to safeguard his headstrong sibling than a man who would never want her for himself? (She and Tae have spent the better part of a decade mutually disliking each other, and that’s putting it mildly.) Yet, even the best laid plans may go awry at Christmas and Kim Taehyung is about to discover that the girl he never wanted has become a temptation he cannot resist...

Genre: Comedy • Fluff  • Smut

Tropes: Brother’s Best Friend (Reader is Jimin’s Sister) • Enemies-to-Lovers

Collab: This work is part of the Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tropes Collab featuring original holiday themed works by @ppersonna • @xjoonchildx  • @underthejoon • @yeojaa​ • @untaemedqueen • and @snackhobi

Word Count: 17K (I know—I am shocked too honestly)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: suggestive photographs • mention of accidentally being hit with a baseball • hints of jealousy and possessiveness • light tit slapping • explicit sexual content • m/f oral sex • consensual unprotected sex (shield it before you yield it y’all) • Viola’s mirror kink makes yet another appearance •

Acknowledgements:

To @ppersonna​ (Lindy) @underthejoon​ (Fal) and @xjoonchildx​ (Ana) you guys are my heart. Your support, willingness to read (and re-read) and give honest feedback made this fic special. Your friendship is my daily dose of awesome. Truly, I love you.

To @untaemedqueen​ (D) all of the above applies to you, but I owe you a little something extra for the LITERAL HOURS you spent in the doc with me. This fic would not be here without you. You kept me moving. You inspired me. You were amazing. Thank you so very much. This story is lovingly dedicated to you. 

To @hobi-gif​ for being the most thorough and incredible beta reader and for having all the important girl chats with me. I think you learned more about my past than you wanted... Either way you made this story better and I am profoundly grateful for the hours of time you spent. I have removed all the Hope-No-No words in your honor. 

To @lemonjoonah​ as always, you knew EXACTLY what I needed to tweak to make this story work. (Gotta pass that Lemon Litmus Test or no dice lol.) My lovely soul twin. You’re a bloomin’ rockstar. 

Please Picture This Taehyung:

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Yes. Because you absolutely owe me.”

“Then send me a bill, not your unmanageable harpy of a sister.”

Jimin raised a single unimpressed brow. 

“Kim Taehyung. It was exactly five years ago today that I carried your drunken naked ass two miles in the rain after you set your clothes on fire and sprained your ankle at that Beta Phi party.” He paused dramatically. “Do you remember what you said to me that night? After I deleted several pictures off phones and paid off half the party to keep it out of the papers?”

The man in question shifted uncomfortably.

“That incident is a bit hazy in my memory. I’m not sure I recall—”

“Jiminie—you’re the best and I—I owe… you. I owe you the most, Jiminie. I do—I owe you a favor—one BIG favor—anything you ask… Even though... I actually like being naked. I don’t think we need clothes. We should all be naked. Everyone. Then there would be world peace.”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped. 

“You RECORDED IT?!”

Jimin grinned, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

“Naturally. And I had it all ready to go—just in case you needed extra convincing.” He crossed his arms and fixed his best friend of nearly fifteen years with a triumphant smirk. “I’m calling in that favor today, Taehyung. Now are you a man of your word or not?”

“He did WHAT?!”

Your mother winced. 

“Jimin was... uncomfortable leaving you alone for the holiday season. He normally accompanies you to the galas but this year—”

“This year I was going to go alone and finally build my reputation as an asset to this family!”

Park Soomin sighed as she watched her daughter pace fiercely around the living room of their luxury suite. 

“No one doubts that you’re an asset, but… in light of recent events...”

Rage and embarrassment flared up in your chest before you could stop them. 

“This is about Milo… isn’t it?”

The silence that greeted your statement was confirmation enough. 

“Are you ever going to trust me again?” you whispered. 

“Oh sweetheart... it isn’t you we don’t trust...”

Tears burned at the corner of your eyes, but you ruthlessly blinked them back. 

You would play along with their humiliating schemes. 

For now.

“So which one of Jimin’s Ivy League brat pack did he blackmail into babysitting me? 

For the first time in the entirety of the conversation, your mother looked truly nervous. 

“Kim Taehyung.”

You tripped over your own feet and face-planted into the sofa. 

“Jungkook, I need to look into faking my own death. Nothing too over the top. Just a tasteful disappearance—”

The man in question could barely restrain his grin. 

“You don’t pay me nearly enough to deal with your mother in the event of your tragic demise and miraculous resurrection.”

“I could pay you more.”

“Or,” Jungkook replied with a heavy dose of judgment coloring his tone, “you could put on this ridiculous tie and stop trying to weasel out of it.”

“Sometimes I wonder why I pay you at all,” Taehyung growled, yanking the tie from the younger man’s grasp. “Clearly I’m not the one in charge.”

“Your words, sir, not mine. Now shall we go over the details and itinerary?”

If Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the best executive aide in the city (and one of his closest friends) Tae would have drop-kicked him right then and there.

“Could you at least try to look like you’re not enjoying this?”

“I’m sorry, sir. It was insensitive of me to ignore your suffering in this delicate time. The trauma of escorting a beautiful woman to a series of glorified buffets weighs heavily upon you.”

Taehyung tightened the tie so aggressively, he almost strangled himself.

“Beautiful woman?!” he wheezed. “We’re talking about the girl who showed up to our formal graduation party looking like she just escaped from Azkaban.”

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. 

“Tae… how long has it been since you’ve actually seen Ms. Park?” 

“Seen? Maybe three—four years.”

The heir-apparent of Kim Holdings avoided the public end of corporate culture like the plague, preferring to leave the requisite schmoozing to his personable cousin, Kim Seokjin. 

However, he had crossed paths with his adolescent nemesis in... other ways. 

Taehyung was romancing a lovely young socialite who suddenly ghosted him after someone told her that he wanted at least eight naturally-birthed children. 

Soon after, your favorite charity received an anonymous 30,000 dollar donation requesting that you be featured in the dunk tank for an upcoming benefit carnival and then the same anonymous patron paid for at least fifteen little league teams to attend. 

In retaliation, someone petitioned the National Aviary Society (chaired by a very influential senator’s wife that no one ever refused if they wanted their permits to go through) to make Taehyung the MC at their annual awards ceremony—knowing full well he was allergic to birds (not dangerously allergic—just enough to be miserable).  

Taehyung had sniffled and sneezed through approximately one hundred parrots, parakeets, and other assorted fowl until he was ready to commit murder. 

The last several years had been littered with similar incidents of the two of you taking thinly veiled potshots at one another. 

“I can’t imagine she’s changed very much,” Taehyung bit off absently. His mind was abruptly consumed by how he could get revenge for those demonic birds. 

He didn’t notice the smile creeping over Jungkook’s face. 

“No, sir. I’m sure she hasn’t changed at all.”

Taehyung had only ever had the wind knocked out of him once before. 

He was Dionysia High School’s star pitcher for three seasons and during one particularly tense game against JY Prep, Lim Jaebeom whacked a line drive right into his solar plexus. 

That’s how it felt to look up and see you at the top of the stairs. 

In his head, you were still the mischievous imp from his childhood. Every prank he played was directed at the fierce little fiend with braids and braces who’d knocked him and his date into the university fountain while experimenting with her friend’s skateboard. 

But she was gone… and in her place was something far more dangerous. 

A woman. 

Silken fabric wrapped tightly over curves you definitely didn’t have four years ago. That wild hair had been tamed into shining waves and pinned elegantly at the nape of your neck. The wicked slit that traveled all the way up your thigh teased a smooth shapely leg that all but demanded the viewer fantasize about running their hand up the length of it. 

Suddenly it was very clear why Park Jimin wouldn’t let his sister venture into the corporate cesspool alone. 

Because the sight of you could make a man desperate. 

Betrayal—of all things—slowly crept over Taehyung as you descended toward him like some sort of angel floating down from the heavens. 

His mind went blank. Just watching the seductive shift of your hips as you swayed ever closer felt like a violation of his friendship with Jimin. He could feel the judgmental stares of an imaginary Bro-Code Council boring into him from on high. 

“I see you’ve recovered from your memorable tenure as the Aviary Society’s Master of Ceremonies.”

And just like that the brat was back. 

Taehyung breathed a hefty sigh of relief, secretly thrilled to be in familiar territory with you. 

“Naturally I was delighted to help Senator Mitchell’s wife. In fact, Mitchell’s office just fast tracked all my pending permit requests for the new year.” He tilted forward, coming into your space a bit. “I should really send you a thank you card.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you scowled, breezing past him like an indignant queen. 

Tae could practically see the steam pouring out of your ears. 

“Of course not,” he chuckled.

The first gala of the holiday season was an extravagant annual affair hosted by Min Corp., a Seoul based investment firm that commanded billions in assets. This year, the theme of the event was the Joseon Dynasty and the entire ballroom had been gloriously transformed into a stunning celebration of the Min family’s royal heritage. 

Attendees were gifted their own traditional fan, each uniquely crafted by artisans from Damyang. Taehyung’s was all black with bold silver calligraphy while yours was a beautiful bamboo and silk piece decorated with pomegranate trees. 

You had already whacked three people with it by the time dinner was served. 

“It really is a pity these fell out of fashion,” you lamented. “They’re quite useful.”

“You are deranged,” Taehyung mumbled, massaging his temples in exasperation. 

“Nonsense. I only fanned those who deserved it.”

“Harkins?”

“He was staring at my rack for a solid minute.”

Taehyung could hardly blame the man, it was a battle he himself was losing after all, but Harkins was twice your age and married—therefore his ogling was in especially poor taste. 

“Okay... What about Kang?” 

“He was verbally abusing one of the waitstaff.” 

“Alright, fair enough, but why on earth would you go after sweet old Mrs. O’Malley?”

“She was about to grab your ass.”

Taehyung’s mouth dropped open.

“She’s eighty-five!”

“And still kickin’ apparently.” You shook your head in disgust. “As if I’d whack an eighty-five year-old woman for anything less than non-consensual touching.”

“I- I- mean—surely you must be mistaken,” he coughed. 

“Oh, there’s no mistake. That nasty old crone is a serial offender. She likes to play it off as dementia, but she’s as sharp as a tack. Last year she got a whole handful of Jimin. Honestly, I’d call the police on her, but the commissioner is her grandson so I doubt I’d get very far.”

Taehyung turned to the woman in question just in time to see her totter lecherously toward Jung Hoseok, fingers already twitching in anticipation. 

“Is nothing sacred?” he mused hollowly. 

You shrugged. 

“Many people who accumulate as much as our families have start believing that they are entitled to whatever strikes their fancy.” Your eyes met his with a hint of bemusement. “Surely you should be used to this sort of thing by now?”

“Yes, but I was hardly expecting it from little old ladies!”

The remainder of dinner was a terse affair where you pretended he didn’t exist for the entire meal and he in turn pretended that the spunky young heiress seated to his right was the most darling creature to ever walk the earth. By dessert she was ready to get married and you were ready to vomit. 

Afterward, Taehyung found himself quickly converted to your views on fan usefulness as you began strolling through the crowd intent on strengthening your family’s corporate ties. 

“Kim Taehyung,” you ground out through clenched teeth, “how am I supposed to do business if you keep stabbing everyone I speak to!”

“I don’t know what you’re implying. I’m simply not used to carrying one of these. I may have accidentally grazed a few overzealous individuals—”

“My last three conversations have been rudely disrupted by the blunt end of that accused fan.”

Taehyung crossed his arms smugly. 

“And what of it? Jimin sent me along to keep an eye on you and the gentlemen in question were hardly behaving themselves. No one has to put their hand in my back or lean that close to me when they’re talking business.” 

“That’s because no one wants to get that close to you,” you replied sweetly. “You’re gross.” 

A devastating grin slid slowly over his features as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. 

“I can think of several women who might disagree.”

He just barely caught the hitch in your breath before- 

“Like who? Miss Blushes-and-Giggles from dinner?”

“Jealous?” Taehyung drawled cockily. 

“Only in your dreams, Kim.” Then, with a deliberate flick of your fan, you turned your back to him. “I’m headed for the ladies room. Do yourself a favor and don’t follow me in.”

It was twenty minutes before Taehyung realized that you slipped out the back entrance of the restroom. 

It took another ten for him to locate you on the balcony flirting outrageously with Min Yoongi. 

The young heir of Min Corp. was just leaning closer to whisper sweet nothings in your ear when a black fan slid right in between the two of you. 

“Lovely weather we’re having,” Taehyung observed cheerfully. His eyes bounced between you and Yoongi with barely concealed fury and you let out a miserable groan. 

“Mr. Kim,” Yoongi cleared his throat significantly. “What an… unexpected surprise.”

Frustration clawed at your chest as your overbearing guardian nodded smugly in response. 

It was time to teach him—and Jimin—a lesson. 

“Yoongi,” you sighed, sliding your hand pointedly through the crook of his arm, “I’m not feeling at all well. Would you perhaps… escort me home?”

Taehyung suddenly looked as if he’d swallowed a live octopus. 

Yoongi grinned, clearly thrilled with the prospect of simultaneously spending more time with you and irritating Taehyung. 

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Jimin is gonna kill me,” Taehyung grumbled as he watched Min Yoongi help you into the passenger seat of his Aston Martin. 

An ugly green feeling he refused to identify twisted sharply in his gut when you smiled coyly at the other man. 

“This is ridiculous,” he snarled to no one in particular before yanking his phone out of his pocket. 

Jungkook picked up on the second ring. 

“Sir?”

“I need you to drive to Ms. Park’s apartment and tell me if she goes in alone or if Min Yoongi goes in with her.”

“You want me to what?!” 

“Just do it!” he snapped, downing an entire glass of champagne before signaling his own driver. 

Fifteen minutes later his phone vibrated from the car seat next to him. 

1 New Message from: Jungkook

Her building has four separate entrances. Which one do I watch? 

Taehyung could practically feel the vein pulsing in his forehead as he scrolled through his contacts. 

You picked up on the fourth ring. 

“Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“Oh it’s you… Wait—how did you get this number?”

“Jimin. Obviously. Now please answer the question.”

“Oh a ‘please.’ Who knew you had manners?”

“Answer the question, Park. I’m tired.”

The distinct sound of a zipper unzipping carried through the speaker. 

“I’m at home, of course. Where else would I be? I just got here like a minute ago.”

He had a sudden vision of Min Yoongi helping you out of your dress. His grip on the phone tightened. 

“Are you alone?”

You snorted. 

“I don’t see how that is any of your business.”

Taehyung saw red. 

“I’m coming over.”

There was a loud crash and several colorful words in at least three different languages. 

“Wha- No! I’m trying to go to bed!”

“With who?!”

“With myself, you idiot!”

“Prove it!”

“Fine! I will!”

The line disconnected and Taehyung swore loudly. He was just about to direct the driver to your building when his phone went off again. 

1 New Message from: Park Gremlin 

He almost choked on his tongue. 

You were clearly in the middle of undressing and—in your irritation—probably hadn’t looked too carefully at the picture you sent.  

At first glance it was simply a shot of your empty room (presumably “proof” that you were alone) but you neglected to consider the floor-length mirror hanging in the far corner…

A mirror that showed you angrily holding up your phone with your gown pooled deliciously around your waist and the soft round swells of your breasts strapped into lacy red lingerie. 

You were exquisite. 

A fierce, hot sensation gripped him ruthlessly, and this time there was no mistaking it. 

Desire. 

Your phone lit up on the bed where you tossed it after snapping a photo for your tightly-wound man nanny. 

1 New Message from: Kim Grinch 

I didn’t know you liked Van Gogh. 

Your head tilted in confusion. 

There was a Van Gogh print in your room, but he couldn’t have seen it because it was behind you when-

Oh NO.

You gasped, scrolling back up to confirm what deep down you already knew to be true. 

… You just sent Kim Taehyung a topless mirror selfie. 

Several miles away, smiling smugly in the backseat of his town car, Taehyung was sure he could almost hear you screaming. 

“Good morning, sir. Which would you like first; the bad news or the worse news?”

Taehyung groaned from underneath his covers. 

“Don’t you ever knock? I could have a woman up here.”

“You’ve never brought a woman up here.”

“Is that the bad news?” Taehyung yawned. 

“No,” Jungkook tossed a small stack of newspapers and printed digital articles into his lap, “this is the bad news.”

Pictures of you, Min Yoongi, and even himself were splashed over the front pages of all of them. 

PARK ANGEL TRADES ONE CORPORATE HEIR FOR ANOTHER AT MIN GALA

WHO WILL WIN THE PARK ANGEL’S HEART? KIM TAEHYUNG OR MIN YOONGI? LET US KNOW IN THE COMMENTS

NEW ROMANCE ALERT? PARK ANGEL LEAVES JOSEON BALL WITH MIN SCION 

“The Park Angel?” 

“That’s what the media calls her... The public is rather fascinated with her actually.”

“Can’t imagine why,” Taehyung mumbled. 

“Of course not, sir. It’s a great mystery.”

As usual, Taehyung chose to ignore his aide’s lethal snark and pressed on to the matter at hand. 

“This is a flaming disaster.”

“Oh I don’t know. I really appreciated the picture of you staring on forlornly while she and Yoongi climbed into the Aston Martin. Takes a real gift to capture all that drama in a single frame.”

“Which one was that?!” 

“It’s right under the MAN DOWN: PARK ANGEL LEAVES KIM TAEHYUNG HEARTBROKEN headline.”

Tae ran his hand down over his face in exasperation. 

“I’m surprised my mother hasn’t called.”

“She has. Twice.”

“I don’t suppose that’s the ‘worse news’ is it?”

“No.”

“Of course it isn’t. I’m never that lucky.” He collapsed backwards into his pillows with a beleaguered huff. “Go ahead then. Tell me.”

“Park Jimin is on the line for you right now.”

After a small eternity on the phone with Jimin (assuring him that NO Min Yoongi had not despoiled his precious sister and YES he would definitely do better next time), Taehyung was forced to attend an impromptu brunch with his mother. It took considerable effort, but he was eventually able to convince her that you were neither breaking his heart nor expecting his child. 

By the time he arrived to collect you for this evening’s event, Taehyung was already sick of hearing your name (he’d spoken it no less than three hundred times since Jungkook woke him this morning).

You were in much the same boat as Taehyung, having spent most of the afternoon pacifying Jimin and clearing up your own mother’s romantic delusions regarding the Min and Kim heirs respectively. 

Tonight’s gala was a Victorian Christmas Ball thrown by the National Literary Fund and the entire venue had been transformed into a Charles Dickens fever dream. 

Unlike the Min Gala (whose theme was guarded like a state secret every year) the Literary Fund’s tribute to A Christmas Carol was tradition and you were dressed accordingly in a custom corset gown with gorgeous detailing. 

Every second of effort it took to lace yourself into the monstrosity was worth the look on Taehyung’s face the moment you slipped off your cape. 

“Something wrong, Mr. Kim?”

Taehyung was desperately trying to look literally anywhere but your chest, where said corset was serving up your breasts like a debauched buffet. 

Jimin. Think of Jimin. Think of what Jimin will do to you. Think of how much trouble she’s caused-

He peeked again.

I would pay a million dollars to suck those tits. 

“Nothing at all,” his voice cracked. 

The itinerary for the evening included performances by a local children’s choir, a traditional waltz, and—of course—dinner.

You both managed to get along without snapping at each other during the choral performance, but as two of the largest donors to the Children’s Literacy Initiative, neither of you could escape being drawn into the waltz. 

The energetic socialite who Taehyung flirted with over dinner the previous night eventually lured him onto the floor while you graciously accepted an invitation from a lovely older gentleman who chaired the Fund’s event committee. 

For the first few movements, you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Mr. Lee was charming, respectful, and still an excellent dancer despite his advanced age. It wasn’t until a familiar sound caught your attention that the lightness in your chest suddenly felt heavy...

Taehyung was laughing. 

You heard him do so many times over the years, and in each instance, the carefree magic of it never failed to make your heart flutter. 

But now he was smiling down at the pretty little heiress and laughing for her… and the flutter in your chest was accompanied by something else. 

Something that felt an awful lot like longing. 

“Does he know you look at him like that?” Mr. Lee asked quietly. 

Your eyes flew guiltily to his, but it was too late. The old man had caught a glimpse of the secret you buried deeply for more than a decade; so deeply, in fact, there were times you almost forgot it yourself...

Almost. 

“No,” you whispered, “he has no idea.” 

Disaster struck at dinner. 

Taehyung quite liked dancing with the lovely Miss Something-or-Other. She was sweet and funny and (unlike with you) he wasn’t constantly torn between agitation and raging inappropriate lust in her presence. 

The cold shoulder you offered him when he took his seat seemed even more frigid than usual and he spent half the meal wondering what he’d done to earn your amplified disdain when suddenly—

Your hand smacked down on his wrist, seizing it in a vise-like grip. 

Taehyung nearly choked on his steak and was about to give you a searing set-down over your spontaneous grabby-ness when he noticed your expression. 

“What’s wrong?” he whispered, leaning forward in concern. 

“I-I need—” 

It looked as if you were in some sort of physical pain and Taehyung was rapidly becoming worried. 

“I need your help,” you finally managed to whimper and the next thing he knew, you were dragging him away from the table and into one of the secluded alcoves near the main entrance hall. 

“Is there anyone around? Can anyone see us?” The look on your face bordered on unhinged. 

“No. There’s no one. Park, are you okay? What’s going on I—”

“I need you to unlace my dress,” you hissed frantically. 

At that moment, a bomb could have gone off and Taehyung wouldn’t have blinked. 

You, however, were completely preoccupied with your own distress and therefore oblivious to his. 

“My earring broke during dinner and fell down there and now it’s stabbing me—”

Your eyes were beginning to tear. Taehyung remained frozen, still trying to figure out whether or not this was a lucid dream. 

“—it’s definitely pierced the skin and there’s a possibility I’m gonna start bleeding through the fabric—”

The mention of blood snapped him out of his daze somewhat. 

“A-Alright. Just turn around—brace yourself on that wall.”

You quickly did as you were told and Taehyung began to tug fruitlessly at the ties cross-crossing your back.

“Why won’t this—”

His fingers fumbled over the knots, desperately trying to loosen them, but they simply wouldn’t budge. 

“I can’t—I can’t get it. Whoever helped you into this thing made sure you weren’t getting out of it.” 

You whined in frustration and the earring shifted a bit in response. 

There was only one other way to fix this (and you would almost rather be in pain). 

“Taehyung I—” you turned to face him again, forcing your eyes shut before reluctantly doing what had to be done “... I need you to reach down the front of my dress and get it.”

He blinked. Twice. 

“I’m sorry—What did you just—”

“Please, Tae,” you whispered desperately, letting your lip tremble in a way he had never been able to resist, “it hurts…”

He gulped. 

His eyes dropped to the matter at hand.

This is fine. Everything’s fine. She’s in pain, right? You’re basically a doctor right now. You’re just going slide your hand in between the most mouthwatering pair of breasts you’ve ever seen and then—

Taehyung’s manic inner monologue was interrupted by the sound of his own moan. He immediately faked a coughing fit to cover it and prayed you hadn’t noticed. 

(You hadn’t. You were actively being stabbed.) 

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” he muttered, curling his fingers over the scalloped edge of the bodice. 

You bit your lip, desperately trying to hold back any reaction, but when his knuckle brushed the pebbled tip of your nipple, you gasped. 

Oh.

His hand stuttered, lingering a moment too long over the tight little peak as his gaze suddenly shot up to meet yours. Both of you had been studiously avoiding eye contact, yet now it was as if neither of you could look away. 

Taehyung wet his lips reflexively. 

“It’s too tight,” he whispered, “I need more leverage.” 

Then his arm wrapped over the curve of your lower back and he drew you tightly against him, anchoring your hips just enough to fully slip his hand between your body and the corset. 

You were so warm.

So soft...

“I can feel it,” he grunted, “but I can’t get a good grip on it.” 

His mouth pressed into a tight line as he leaned forward, bringing your back up against the wall. You let out a little squeak and his eyes darted briefly down to your mouth before he spoke again. 

“Hold on to me.”  

You nodded and wordlessly slid your arms around his waist.

If you concentrated hard enough, you could almost pretend that this wasn’t one of the most erotic moments of your life. 

You could almost pretend that it meant nothing. 

Your mind was spinning wildly, wondering what he was thinking, wondering if he noticed how strangely you were breathing or how hard your heart was beating...

“I’ve got it,” he murmured. Shivers shot down your spine at the dark timbre of his voice. 

He was so close. You could feel every word he spoke brushing softly against your skin. 

“On ‘three’ I’m going to pull it out… Are you ready?”

You drew in a final steadying breath. 

“Do it.”

He nodded. 

“One… Two… Three—”

Taehyung yanked his hand back and several things happened at once. 

Your breasts bounced almost entirely out of the corset. 

The decorative clasps on the front of your gown tangled with the buttons on his shirt and when he pulled back, three of them went flying off like stray bullets. 

And finally, the corset didn’t relinquish Taehyung’s hand quite quickly enough and, as a result, you toppled forward and crashed down on top of him, smashing your newly bare breasts to his newly bare chest. 

It could have been ten seconds or ten hours that passed by while the two of you lay there, breathing heavily in a pile of confused arousal when—

“... Is… everything alright here?”

You both looked up to find a thoroughly scandalized member of the waitstaff standing over you. 

Taehyung saw his life flash before his eyes—ending (of course) with Jimin murdering him for this. 

He gulped again. 

“I can explain.” 

It was decided—for the sake of appearances—that you would both leave the venue (immediately) in separate vehicles. 

Taehyung dropped a cool three hundred in crisp bills on the unfortunate waiter in order to help him ‘forget’ whatever he may or may not have seen. 

Neither of you spoke another word to each other in the ten minutes it took to bribe all the appropriate parties, gather your coats, and call for two separate town cars. 

Something had happened when he touched you; a subtle shift in the precarious balance of your relationship that you both felt keenly, but could not possibly begin to define. 

Taehyung barely even remembered climbing into the back of a vehicle. His body was firing on auto-pilot after the sensory overload of the last half hour. It wasn’t until he was nearly home that he realized he was still holding onto your earring. 

His mind began to wander as he examined the troublesome bauble in his palm. It was a striking piece; deceptively complex and unexpectedly beautiful. 

Just like you.

He told himself that the heat pooling low in his belly was anger—that the strange anxiousness to be near you was simply a desire for retribution—that it was merely platonic curiosity that left his hands aching to explore the rest of your curves. 

Lies.

… and pitifully transparent ones at that. 

Still, he clung to them desperately out of self-preservation. 

The gentle hum of his phone suddenly disturbed Taehyung’s silent contemplation. 

1 New Message from: Park Gremlin 

I made it home safely. 

Taehyung’s fingers were typing a reply before he could properly consider the consequence of his actions. 

To: Park Gremlin

I require proof… like last time. 

He nearly threw the phone the moment he sent it, running his hands down over his face in disbelief. 

You’re playing with fire, Kim Taehyung. 

And he was burning up already. He had no business sending you texts like that. Maybe you wouldn’t catch it. Maybe he could just-

The phone went off again and it was embarrassing how quickly he scrambled to open your response. 

His heart stuttered in his chest. His breathing ceased entirely-

And he knew—he knew—there was no coming back from this.

At first glance the photo was nearly identical to the shot you sent him last night. Same room, same angle… 

same mirror.

Yet this time, the reflection was quite different. 

The temptress in the glass wore nothing but that sinfully delicious corset and a pair of silky lace thigh highs, each accented with a green satin bow. 

He wanted to rip them off with his teeth. 

 “Oh Taehyung,” he whispered, as a dark wave primitive longing tore through him, “you are in so much trouble.”

Across town (buried beneath a pile of blankets) you were still struggling to process the boldness of your own actions when his response lit up your screen. 

1 New Message from: Kim Grinch

Green is my favorite color. 

“WHERE IS HE—”

Taehyung awoke to a series of crashes and shouts echoing from the floor below him. 

Jungkook was already seated in the corner of the room reading a newspaper. 

“Good morning, sir,” he said without looking up. “Would you like the bad news or the worse news?”

Suddenly the french doors of his bedroom slammed open and one very irate Park Jimin stormed through. 

“I swear I should have seen this coming. The two of you have always been obsessed with each other, but I never imagined—”

Taehyung’s eyes widened guiltily. He quickly schooled his features into a confused glare. 

“Jimin, I’ve only been awake for fifteen seconds. What the hell are you talking about?!”

Another stack of newspapers hit his lap and this time the pictures were mostly of him with his shirt ripped halfway down his chest. 

KIM HEIR AND PARK ANGEL CAUSE AN OLD-FASHIONED SCANDAL AT VICTORIAN BALL

FORGET MISTLETOE: KIM TAEHYUNG DISCOVERED UNDER THE PARK ANGEL AT CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION

NAUGHTY NOEL? PARK ANGEL’S STEAMY AFFAIR WITH CORPORATE PRINCE 

PARK ANGEL TOPS KIM TAEHYUNG’S CHRISTMAS TREE

He winced a bit at that last one. 

“You have ten seconds to explain before I start throwing things.”

Taehyung opened his mouth to do just that, but he was interrupted when his mother marched into the room waving the same articles that Jimin had just thrown at him. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG I raised you better than this! How could you!? That poor girl!”

“Mother!” he squeaked, yanking his blanket up over his chest like a frightened debutante. 

Jungkook began surreptitiously filming the whole debacle from the corner. 

“Indeed,” Jimin added darkly, crossing his arms over his chest, “how could you?”

Taehyung sighed heavily. 

“Is anyone else going to come charging into my bedroom?”

“Just answer me once and for all, is she pregnant?” 

“WHAT?!” 

“NO! Mother! Oh my—”

“Why does your mom think my little sister is pregnant?!”

Taehyung waved his arms wildly in exasperation. 

“My mom thinks everyone is pregnant! You know this!”

Jungkook could no longer contain his hysterical cackling. He very nearly fell off the chair trying to hold it all in. 

“Mr. Jeon,” Taehyung ground out irritably, “if it’s not too much trouble, could you please escort everyone out of my bedroom so I can get dressed!” 

“So you see—I was basically like a doctor,” Taehyung finished emphatically. 

He spent the past twenty minutes explaining to the entire table (which now included both you and your mother) why it was necessary to shove his hand down the front of your dress. 

Park Soomin had shown up at his door looking for answers (and dragging you behind her like a sacrificial lamb) about three minutes after Jimin. 

You had taken one look at Jimin’s murderous expression and insisted that the situation be evaluated over breakfast at the cafe down the street (where there were lots of witnesses). 

Which was how you, Taehyung, Jimin, and both your mothers ended up discussing your cleavage over coffee in a public restaurant. 

Jimin was the first to break. It was a few snorts at first, but he was basically in tears by the end of it, wheezing about how he never doubted Taehyung for a second and holding on to his sides from laughing too hard. 

Taehyung’s gaze met yours for a brief, heated exchange. He conveniently forgot to mention your slightly-less-than-explainable ‘check-in’ texts, but their existence was palpable in the air between you. 

“I think I’ll take a walk,” you muttered, excusing yourself from the complicated atmosphere at the table. 

Taehyung’s eyes lingered on you a tad too long as you wandered away, a fact that wasn’t missed by either of your mothers.

“Just a few more events and you can go back to not seeing her at all,” Jimin chuckled, patting him on the back. 

“Yeah,” Taehyung answered with a tight smile. “That’s… great.”

The cafe had a lovely little balcony area decorated with all sorts of comforting Christmas foliage. It was far more inviting than the awkward conversation and confusing stares you and Taehyung had been trading all morning. 

For the first time in the nearly fifteen years of your relationship (such as it was) you didn’t know where you stood with him… and it bothered you more than you cared to admit. 

Taehyung had always been important to you, whether you wanted him to be or not. He mattered—effortlessly—from the first moment you met him and continued to do so without regard for your sanity. 

Whatever was building between you now would almost certainly bring change… though what kind of change was anyone’s guess. 

It was hard to imagine the years ahead without the strange excitement he always brought to your life, but some things were simply out of your control…

“I never thought I’d see you here.”

A profoundly unpleasant feeling (something similar to falling through the ice on a frozen pond) overtook you. 

“Milo.” Even saying his name felt gross. You sighed. “What is so strange about seeing me here?”

The man in question blushed in a way you once found irresistible. 

“I looked for you everywhere. All your usual places—”

“I avoided them.”

I avoided you. 

Milo nodded. 

“I—I figured.” 

He took a step closer and you instinctively moved back. The hurt in his eyes was unmistakable, but you had long since become immune. 

“What are you doing?” you hissed angrily. “I thought I made myself clear the last time we spoke.”

“Yes, but—” his hand reached out to curl over your forearm and you recoiled, “you didn’t give me a chance to explain—”

“Excuse me.” 

You both turned to see Kim Taehyung with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at Milo like he was a roach that crawled across his dinner plate. 

“Your mother sent me to come find you. She wants to leave.” 

You nodded and moved to pull away, but Milo’s grip tightened on your arm. 

“No—please if you just give me a minute—”

“That is enough,” Taehyung snarled, seizing the other man’s hand and forcibly removing it from your person. He angled his body between the two of you protectively. “I think it’s time for you to go.”

Milo’s eyes narrowed. 

“You’re Kim Taehyung. I read all about you in the papers this morning.” His lips twisted into an ugly sneer as he addressed you. “You really think you’re better off with him if that’s the way he treats you?”

Taehyung tensed menacingly beside you, but you laid a gentle hand on his arm to calm him. 

“None of that is any of your concern.” Your gaze rose to meet his defiantly. “Nothing about me is your concern anymore.”

Milo’s eyes fell to where your palm rested on the other man’s sleeve, noticing the way you both unconsciously leaned toward one another. 

“This isn’t over,” he muttered, storming off. 

After he was gone, you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding. 

“Thank you,” you whispered (though you couldn’t resist adding), “I could have handled it myself of course…”

Taehyung laughed. 

“Oh I know. I was at that party where you knocked out Tyler Jung for grabbing your ass.” 

You grinned. 

“I’d forgotten about that.”

“Well I’m sure Tyler hasn’t.” 

(He neglected to mention that he split Tyler’s lip behind the library the next day, just to make sure it was extra memorable for him.) 

“I wish I could forget about Milo.”

“... Are you still in love with him?” 

The words tasted like ash in his mouth. 

“No.” You smiled softly. “I’m not sure I was ever in love with him actually. It’s more—” you sighed, “—embarrassment… wounded pride.”

Taehyung tilted his head curiously and you found yourself continuing. 

“In the beginning, he was very playful and charming—and obviously handsome. He reminded me so much of—”

you. 

You cleared your throat. 

“Anyway… I was quite taken with him at first. I didn’t suspect any ulterior motives.” You shrugged, trying to hold back the unpleasant emotions that always threatened to overrun you in moments like this. “I just thought he liked me.”

Taehyung’s eyes filled with sympathy and understanding as you spoke. It felt oddly natural to open up to him this way. 

“Jimin is very protective of me—with good reason it turns out. He was suspicious of Milo and hired people to do some discreet digging.”

Your hands wrapped around your body for both warmth and comfort. 

“Milo’s family owns several companies, just like ours, but they’re all struggling. His father sent him to me hoping that he would eventually get compromising information… a sex tape or photographs—something of that nature. They intended to blackmail Jimin into doing business with them.”

Taehyung felt his jaw clench painfully. Fury, hot and profound, rolled through him. 

“I should kill him.”

You shook your head, amused in spite of yourself. 

“That’s exactly what Jimin said.”

“He has good instincts.”

“Scum like Milo aren’t worth it,” you chuckled. “He never got what he wanted… but I was still mortified. I felt like such a fool for believing him.”

“No,” Taehyung’s hands slid up to cup your shoulders, “it’s not foolish to believe that someone cared for you.”

It would be so easy to care for you. 

“Besides…” his eyes fell briefly to your lips as he searched for the right words, “I saw the way he looked at you and—even though he’s clearly a terrible person—I believe his feelings may have been genuine.”

You nodded. 

“That’s what he keeps trying to tell me—that he did have bad intentions, but ended up falling for me anyway.” You shook your head. “As If I could believe a word he says.”

The silence between you stretched comfortably. Taehyung sensed you had more to say, so he waited until you were ready to voice it. 

“I think that’s why I’m so sensitive about handling things on my own lately… and just now even. I want to prove to everyone—to myself—that I’m not a liability.”

“Hey,” he whispered, tipping your chin up till your gazes met, “no one thinks you’re a liability. And even if you are capable, no one should have to fight their own battles all the time—especially when they’re emotionally compromised…” His thumb gently brushed away the small tear that escaped down the curve of your cheek. “That’s the benefit of having people who care about you.”

“... Like you?” 

The words left you so softly, you could almost imagine they were still in your head where they likely should have stayed. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise. His gaze became even more intent and you ceased breathing altogether. After a moment his lips parted as if he was about to speak- 

“What’s going on, guys?”

You both jerked back at the sound of your brother’s voice. He was standing in the entrance to the balcony, gaze darting suspiciously between the two of you. 

Taehyung was a bit dazed, but you were always quicker on your feet. 

“I ran into Milo… Tae was calming me down.”

Jimin’s eyes hardened immediately. 

“Where is he?”

“Long gone,” you mumbled, ambling over to the familiar warmth of his arms. “I just want to go home.” 

The Black and White Ball was one of the most coveted invitations of the holiday season. 

The dress code was quite strict (all black or all white—no exceptions) and it was one of the few events where people actually arrived in limousines. 

Taehyung loathed limousines. He felt absurdly pretentious pulling up to your building in such a gauche ride, but traditions and appearances meant too much in his world to simply disregard them. 

His ensemble for the evening was a beautifully tailored black suit with hand-stitched baroque detailing. Oddly, he found himself wondering what you would think of it... 

“You look like a vampire.”

Taehyung turned at the sound of your voice and was struck, yet again, by how incredibly beautiful you were. 

You had chosen to wear white, donning an exquisite gown with delicate pearl beading and a daring sweetheart neckline that molded perfectly to your frame. 

If he looked like a vampire, you were surely an angel. 

Still…

Angel or not, he couldn’t let that comment pass. 

“I think I’m offended.”

“I can’t imagine why. After all, loads of women are attracted to Nosferatu.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. 

“There are so many sexy vampires in popular culture, but you just had to lump me in with the creepy bald one...”

You shrugged playfully. 

“I wouldn’t want you to think I was going soft.”

A wicked grin danced over your lips as you strolled past him regally—just as you had many times before... 

This time, however, he let his eyes linger a little longer on the view. 

Lord have mercy. 

“Of course not,” he coughed. 

“You’re what?!”

You rolled your eyes.

Tonight had been going rather well. 

The two of you formed a mutual unspoken agreement to pretend that your last encounter on the balcony (and on the phone) had never happened and (despite the heated glances you occasionally traded) the bickering and playful banter characteristic of your relationship had all but returned to normal...

Until Taehyung learned of your participation in the evening’s main event. 

“I told you, I’m part of the date auction this year.”

“Does your brother know about this?!”

“I didn’t see any reason to bother him with it.” You were suddenly preoccupied with your nails. 

“Woman,” Taehyung sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “are you trying to make my life difficult?”

“No, I’m just naturally gifted in that respect.”

You turned and began making your way to the front, but Taehyung was hot on your heels and clearly not ready to let the matter rest. 

“I cannot believe you’re actually going through with this! It’s not 1810, you know. We shouldn’t just auction off women for dates—”

“You’re absolutely right, Tae Tae.” You brushed a condescending pat over his cheek. “Nowadays we auction off the men too.”

Then you sauntered off to join the rest of the participating women—and men—backstage, leaving Taehyung to stew about the entire situation from the crowd. 

“As you know, all proceeds from tonight’s auction go to fight childhood hunger right here in our city. For legal purposes, I must advise all bidders that you are only bidding on the company of the individual in question.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Jimin is probably going to kill me for this.”

“If you place the winning bid, then you and your date will receive two VIP tickets to the Governor's Winter Wonderland Gala which comes with a variety of amenities including; a luxury limousine service, one of the private and famously romantic Winter Wonderland dinner experiences—”

His eyes fluttered shut. “Jimin is definitely gonna kill me for this.” 

“—unlimited free drinks, ten complimentary tickets for each of the grand prize raffles, photos with the Governor and his family, along with many more surprises!”

Taehyung grabbed a champagne flute from a nearby waiter and downed it in one go. 

“And now for our first date of the evening! Mr. Jackson Wang!” 

Jackson went for a cool six grand because no one was brave enough to outbid his girlfriend. 

After him, the beautiful Manoban heiress and her handsome cousin Kim Namjoon went for twelve grand each.

Jung Hoseok started a frenzied bidding war between two young socialites and Mrs. O’Malley. He ended up going to the lovely Ms. Ana Fallon for a staggering twenty thousand dollars. 

Taehyung’s own cousin, Kim Seokjin, paid a jaw-dropping twenty-one thousand dollars for Lin Yuna, the young CEO of Lin Cosmetics. (Taehyung made a mental note to ask him about that later.) 

Then it was your turn. 

“The next lady on our list needs no introduction. The lovely Park Angel has graciously agreed to a date with one lucky bidder tonight! Who will it be? Do I hear ten thousand?”

“Ten thousand.”

Taehyung swung his head toward the first bidder and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Tam Martin, one of your best friends and very gay. 

“Eleven thousand.”

“Twelve thousand.”

“Fifteen.”

“Sixteen thousand dollars.”

“Seventeen thousand.”

“Eighteen.”

Taehyung was having trouble keeping up with all the bidders. His ears were starting to ring again and a strange unpleasant nausea was building in his stomach. 

“Twenty thousand.”

“Twenty-five thousand.”

“Thirty thousand!”

At the sound of the last bidder’s voice, you noticeably paled. Your eyes flew to Taehyung’s and immediately he knew exactly who it was. 

Milo.

Before he could even react to the new information, another voice joined the fray. 

“Forty thousand.”

Min Yoongi smiled smugly from the other side of the room and even had the audacity to throw you a wink. 

You smiled shyly at the young heir’s boldness and Taehyung felt something downright unholy rise up in his chest. 

No. 

Milo was still bidding. 

“Fifty thousand dollars.”

Not her. 

“Sixty,” Yoongi countered.

She’s mine. 

Suddenly Taehyung was on his feet. 

“One hundred thousand dollars!” 

The silence in the backseat of your limousine was deafening. 

Tension charged the air like an electric current as the significance of the last hour weighed heavily between you. 

The spacious luxury vehicle allowed you to sit facing one another. Taehyung’s eyes were focused on his hands, but you were looking at him—letting your mind run wild with speculation. 

And hope. 

Part of you was still there, on the stage, watching him stand up and bid a fortune for the pleasure of your company. 

His gaze was so fierce when he spoke, like an ancient emperor calling out his decree for the people to obey. 

You dreamed about him bidding on you when you signed up for the auction (even before Jimin bullied him into accompanying you). You let yourself imagine him speaking out again and again till the others stepped back—

Yet you never dared hope for it. 

However, the last several days marked an unexpected turning point in your relationship. 

For years, you and he were like magnets with a too-similar charge, but something had shifted irrevocably between you, and somehow your stubborn similarities became opposites that could not resist their attraction. 

Kim Taehyung was one of the wealthiest men in the city…

But he didn’t need to buy your heart. 

It had always been his, even if you didn’t want to admit it. 

He had claimed you tonight—and every single soul in that ballroom knew it. 

The next move was yours and you intended to make it. 

“Mmm,” you hissed a bit, bringing your hand to rest just below your breasts. 

Taehyung’s gaze flew up in concern. 

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, it’s just that scratch from the earring,” your fingers rubbed gingerly at the spot, drawing his focus to it, “it still stings.”

“Oh… I—” he shook his head, “I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

“Do you want to see?” 

Taehyung’s eyes rose slowly to yours. 

You watched the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he considered your words. Anticipation vibrated through your blood like notes struck on a piano—

Then he nodded...

And you both were lost. 

Trembling fingers slid the zipper down the side of your gown. The dress itself was a marvel of physics designed to support you without the need for a bra. 

Taehyung drew in an impossibly deep breath as the fabric drifted to your waist, baring the perfect mounds of your breasts to him entirely. 

“Here,” you whispered, pointing to a small red mark just under the curve of your left one. 

He bit back a moan. 

“I—I see. That looks… painful.” His fingers dug into the seat beside him. “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

You nodded. 

“Kiss it better.”

Taehyung felt the air knock out of his lungs like a sucker punch. 

This must have been how Adam felt when Eve offered him the forbidden fruit all those millennia ago. 

He knew he shouldn’t—

but he could never deny you. 

“Of course.”

You watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He looked like a man possessed and you reveled in the power of it. 

It was for you. 

He wanted you. 

Your back arched up the slightest bit, beckoning to him—offering him a taste of what he was so desperately craving. 

Touch me… please. 

Large palms landed on either side of your thighs, bracing him on the seat beneath you. The tip of his nose teased the delicate line of your collar bone and he swore violently under his breath. 

Then his lips were on your skin and your mind went blank. 

“Taehyung—“ you moaned. 

Hot open-mouthed kisses spread over the soft swell of your breast and you gasped— shuddering helplessly as a fierce wave of pleasure tore through you.

Sweet merciful heavens. 

Over the years you imagined a moment like this thousands of times in your head—only to discover now that you had pitifully underestimated both his passion and his skill. 

You had dreamed of a quiet fire—but he had unleashed an inferno. 

The lewd sounds of his mouth nipping and sucking at your tender flesh filled the small space around you as he poured himself into each obscene contact—stopping briefly to flick his tongue over the taunt peak of your nipple. You trembled breathlessly at the sharp snap of sensation, letting your head fall back against the seat as you buried your fingers in his soft curls. 

“T-Tae—”

Finally his mouth fastened over the tiny scratch, and the kiss deepened. You knew what he was doing, what the result of his efforts would be—

He was marking you. 

And you wanted it. 

Oh how you wanted it. 

Suddenly the car took a sharp turn, causing Taehyung to lose his grip on the seat. His arms wrapped around your torso for balance, dragging you fully against him.

“Does it feel better, Angel?” he growled. 

You nodded frantically and he nipped at the underside of your breast. 

“Speak up.”  

“Yes, Taehyung,” you whimpered, “it feels so much better.” 

“Mmmm,” he hummed, brushing his mouth along the sensitive column of your neck. “Who knew you could be such a good girl?”

Then his hand came up to grip your chin, turning it so your lips were almost against his—

“Madame. We’ve arrived.”

The driver’s voice cut over your senses like a shard of ice. 

Taehyung jerked backward and immediately buried his face in his hands. 

Your fingers hastily yanked your dress up and you stumbled out of the car in a daze, letting your feet carry you forward until you collapsed on top of your bed. 

Did we just...

You hadn’t even begun to collect your thoughts when your phone buzzed from inside your purse. 

1 New Message from: Taehyung 🙄🥴🙈

I need to know you made it safely to your room. 

You grinned. 

Greedy boy. 

Back in the limousine, the boy in question was nervously tapping the corner of his phone against his chin as he waited for your reply. 

1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅

Oh? But you saw me walk in… and I’m already in bed.

Taehyung growled in frustration. 

She would be a tease. 

To: Angel 🤬🥵😅

I tend to worry. Put my mind at ease. 

He shook his head. 

I have officially gone insane. 

The phone buzzed again. 

1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅

Well… We can’t have that can we… 

Taehyung literally felt the whine tear out of him as he opened the picture. 

Your gorgeous body (the body he’d had his hands and mouth on for one glorious minute) was nestled decadently atop a pile of fluffy blue blankets and wrapped in nothing but a tiny silk robe. 

The neck gaped open just enough to show off the pretty red marks he left on the delectable curve of your breast. 

He groaned, biting down hard on his bottom lip.

To: Angel 🤬🥵😅

That's all I get after I made the pain go away? Good girls send real proof, Angel

The screen lit up again almost immediately. 

1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅

Guess I’m not such a good girl after all...

Jimin came tearing through the Kim Manor front gate at precisely 7 AM—only to find Jungkook camped out at the entrance with several outdoor space heaters and a giant mug of hot chocolate.

“He told you not to let me in, didn’t he?”

Jungkook took a long satisfying sip of his cocoa. 

“I hope you don’t feel singled out, sir. I’m not allowed to let his mother in either.”

“I need to talk to him.”

“Of course, Mr. Park, let me just pull up his schedule—”

“I need to talk to him now.”

“I’m afraid Mr. Kim is booked solid for the morning.”

Jimin stomped his foot like a petulant child. 

“I know he’s up there.”

Jungkook grinned. 

“You’re welcome to climb the trellis and check. I promise not to stop you if you make it all the way up.”

“COME DOWN HERE AND FACE ME YOU COWARD!” Jimin shouted at the top of his lungs. 

Jungkook took another long pull of his drink. 

“Might I inquire as to the reason for your visit today, sir?”

“The reason for my visit,” Jimin yanked out his phone and angrily began typing into the search bar, “is that your boss paid ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS for my sister at a date auction last night and I want to know what the hell is going on between them!”

The article Jimin pulled up (DEVILISH KIM TAEHYUNG BUYS HIMSELF A $100,000 ANGEL) featured an image of the two of you entering the Black and White Ball. Your head was thrown back in laughter and Taehyung was grinning down at you as if you’d personally hung all the stars in the sky for him. 

A genuine smile crept over Jungkook’s face as he studied the photograph. 

“That’s quite a headline.” He handed Jimin’s phone back. “Have you asked your sister about it?”

“No, I swung by earlier, but she wasn’t home so—” His eyes widened. “Oh my—is she—”

Jimin suddenly took off running for the trellis, and Jungkook scrambled out of his chair to chase him. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG IF MY SISTER IS IN THAT ROOM—”

He was already three feet off the ground when Jungkook yanked him back. 

“I thought you said I could climb the trellis!”

“Yes,” Jungkook wheezed, “but I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” That trellis is a hundred years old! A few more feet and I’d be scraping you off the antique brickwork!”

Jimin scowled and crossed his arms. 

“Are you by any chance open to bribes?”

“Normally yes, but Tae promised to double my Christmas bonus if I didn’t accept them today.”

Jimin continued to eye the trellis speculatively, clearly willing to take his chances. Jungkook sighed and rubbed his forehead. 

“Mr. Park, I promise you… He came home alone last night. In fact, they both returned earlier than usual because your sister had a 7 AM finance meeting.” He paused significantly to glance at his watch. “Which is probably where she is right now.”

“Oh… Well.”

Jungkook bit his lip to hold back a snort and Jimin��s eyes narrowed. 

“He has to come down eventually.”

“One would think.”

The young Park heir glanced toward Taehyung’s window again just in time to see the man in question dart back behind the curtains. 

"I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE, KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU PHILANDERING SLEAZE BAG!" 

Jimin made another jump for the trellis and this time Jungkook caught him in mid-air. 

“Sir, I’m sure it was just the maid!”

“It’s not the maid! I’d know that raggedy mop of his anywhere!”

Jungkook was out of breath at this point. Park Jimin might be small, but he was fierce. 

“Perhaps it’s best if you took a moment to collect yourself,” he grunted. “There’s a lovely new spa down the street and they sent Taehyung two free deluxe packages.”

Jimin stopped struggling. 

“Oh?”

Five minutes later, Jungkook sighed deeply and fished his phone out of his back pocket. 

“He’s gone, sir.”

“Excellent work, Jungkook. I never doubted you for a second.”

“However…”

“... However?”

“I had to give him your spa passes.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“Are you headed for a gala or the guillotine?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t pay extra for commentary.”

“It’s complimentary, sir.”

The Kim heir tugged absently at the material of his absurdly expensive evening wear. 

Why do these events always have to be so uncomfortable? 

“Seriously, Tae… you seem,” the young aide searched for the right words, “unusually tense.”

Taehyung’s mind flashed back to three nights ago when he had his mouth wrapped around your breast. 

“Not at all,” he coughed, loosening the collar of his shirt. 

Jungkook bit his lip.

“Is this about Ms. Park, sir?”

The cufflinks Taehyung was attempting to fasten suddenly went flying across the room and hit a lamp. 

Both men winced. 

“I think that was your grandmother’s.”

Taehyung sighed. 

“I admit there have been… some developments.”

Jungkook nodded nonchalantly, trying to disguise the fact that he was internally frothing at the mouth for details. 

“... Such as?”

Taehyung gulped. 

“It started out rather innocently I suppose…” he cleared his throat, “but there may have been some suggestive photographs.”

“There may have been? Are you not sure?”

Taehyung colored guiltily. 

“Well—”

“Do you need me to check for you, sir? I have an art history degree.”

“Absolutely not.”

Jungkook grinned. 

“That’s what I thought.”

Taehyung yanked his tie out of the younger man’s hand. 

“Things have… escalated a bit.”

“Escalated how?”

I licked her tit in the back of a limo.

“Physically.”

It was everything Jungkook could do to maintain a straight face. 

“That’s… shocking.”

“Then why don’t you seem shocked?” Taehyung grumbled. 

A small smile played across Jungkook’s lips as he pointedly ignored the elder man’s observation.

“So what are you going to do, sir?”

Taehyung was silent for a long moment. 

“I honestly have no idea.”

Watching you walk toward him was an experience.  

Taehyung wondered absently if this was how it would be from now on; if for the rest of his life just the sight of you would be enough to scatter his mind and his pulse and even the way he breathed. 

Your dress tonight was deadly. 

It was a decadent red satin halter that clung to every curve. The truly wicked detail, however, was a daring slit that ran the entire length of your leg. 

Taehyung was certain he was going to trip over his own tongue at some point if he looked directly at you for too long. 

Oh help. 

Memories of your previous encounter flooded his senses. Every second you were getting closer and he didn’t know what to do—what to say. 

So he didn’t say anything at all. 

Not a word when you reached the bottom of the stairs. Nothing but silence as he opened the door of the limo for you. More silence and no eye contact as he settled into the seat across from yours—

And you tolerated that for about three minutes. 

“I never thought I’d see the day when Kim Taehyung didn’t have a comment about something. Perhaps I should mark this down on my calendar.”

The words were lightly spoken, but you were shaking on the inside. The last time the two of you were alone together he had your dress around your waist and you were moaning his name. Now he wasn’t talking and you were torn between panic and irritation. 

Taehyung, however, latched onto your passive barb like a lifeline. 

“Is that a hint of sarcasm I hear from the benevolent Park Angel?” He grinned. “Surely not.”

“Red is not a particularly angelic color. Perhaps I’m feeling feisty today.”

Taehyung leaned back in his seat and indulged himself in a thorough examination of your outfit. The urge to run his hands over the satin-covered lines of your body was nearly unbearable. He curled his fingers into fists to keep them from doing just that. 

She is definitely trying to kill me. 

“Should I be worried?”

Now it was your turn to grin. 

“I guess we’ll find out.”

The Governor’s Winter Wonderland Gala was by far the most extravagant event of the holiday season. Tickets cost a small fortune and sold out almost immediately. 

But it was well worth the price of admission.

Thousands of lights sparkled overhead as you made your way through the great hall of Governor Kim’s mansion. 

It was like stepping into a fairytale. 

Taehyung couldn’t take his eyes off you. The sheer wonder in your expression was breathtaking. 

You were breathtaking.  

“Governor Kim, it is such an honor to finally meet you.”

The Governor was a handsome man in his early fifties with a smile that was every bit as lethal as it had been twenty-five years ago. 

“The honor is all mine, Ms. Park. I trust my nephew is treating you well.”

Your eyes widened. 

“N-nephew?”

Taehyung shrugged. 

“I don’t really talk about it much.” 

The Governor chuckled and you cleared your throat to cover your nervousness. 

“Yes, he’s been a very capable escort.”

“Is that so?” Governor Kim smiled charmingly. “Well if it doesn’t work out, my son Seokjin is still single—”

“Thank you, Uncle. It was lovely to see you as always.”

You squeaked as Taehyung placed his hand firmly on the curve of your back and practically dragged you away. 

The Governor just shook his head and laughed. 

“Oh kid, you’ve got it bad.”

Everywhere you looked there was beauty. 

Whoever planned the gala this year had truly gone above and beyond. Surrounded on all sides by glittering trees and snowy vignettes, it was easy to be swept away in the festive magic of the evening. 

All in all (despite some initial awkwardness), you were having a fantastic time...

Until she showed up. 

“Kim Taehyung! Is that you?”

Every single hair on your body stood on end, but before you could determine the source of the shrill squealing, you found yourself being nudged aside by a blinding golden gown and some very high heels. 

“Aubrey,” Taehyung grunted as five-and-half feet of gorgeous wrapped herself around him like a clinging vine. “Long time no see.”

“Not since that vacation in Aspen,” she giggled. “We had quite a time, didn’t we Tae Tae!”

Suddenly you had the most unholy urge to slap the spray tan right off this woman. 

Instead, you plastered on a vibrant smile and placed your hand on Taehyung’s sleeve.

“Um. Excuse me, Tae Tae, perhaps you could introduce us?”

Taehyung looked as if he’d just been served raw fire ants for dinner. 

“Yes. Of course. This is—”

“Aubrey Alicia St. Valentine,” she interrupted with a smug little smirk. “Taehyung and I go way back.” Her expression grew just the slightest bit tighter. “And you are?”

“His date,” you deadpanned. 

“Aubrey,” Taehyung cleared his throat, “I’d like you to meet Ms. Park she’s—”

“Oh my goodness! You’re Jimin’s little sister aren't you!” Aubrey slapped her hand over his chest and he winced. “That is so precious of you to take her around like this!”

Your eyebrows raised right up into your hairline and Taehyung groaned. 

“Yes, he was kind enough to sign me out of the nursery for the evening.” You offered them both a painfully vacant nod. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I see one of my play-dates near the buffet.”

Then you turned on your heel and sauntered off without another word. 

Taehyung moved to follow you, but Aubrey curled her fingers into the crook of his arm and pulled him back. 

“Oh let her go, Tae. You and I have so much catching up to do.”

Taehyung pointedly removed her hand from his elbow. 

“Some other time perhaps.” 

Aubrey pouted prettily. 

“You’re not running off after her are you? She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself.”

Taehyung crossed his arms and fixed her with a knowing look. 

“Funny... that’s not what you were implying a moment ago.”

“A moment ago I didn’t have you all to myself. Now I do.” She had the decency to blush. “Perhaps I got a bit jealous.”

“You don’t say.” His eyes continued to search the crowd for any sign of you. 

“It seems I had good reason to be,” she murmured quietly. 

“Aubrey... Listen I—”

She cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“Don’t bother Tae Tae. I’m petty, but I’ve never been pathetic.”

He grinned. 

“Never.”

The lady sighed and gave him a heated once over.

“What a shame.”

Then she strolled off with a rueful smile. 

“You know what I don’t understand?”

You turn to find Min Yoongi leaning casually against a nearby column. He looked absurdly handsome as always, but his grin was just the slightest bit mischievous. 

“What don’t you understand, Mr. Min?”

The question was clearly a bait, but you were still fuming from your earlier encounter with Ms. St. Valentine and therefore desperately in need of a distraction. 

Yoongi pushed off the column and lazily made his way toward you.

“I don’t understand how a man pays a hundred thousand dollars for an evening with the most beautiful woman in the city, and then leaves her all by herself.” He leaned forward with a playful grin. “Perhaps you could enlighten me?”

Oh he’s good. 

You made a show of tapping your chin thoughtfully. 

“I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for that one.”

Yoongi sighed and shook his head. 

“Couldn’t be me.”

You laughed then. He really was a delightful man. In fact, if you still had your heart, you might have considered letting him take a shot at it. 

Alas. 

You tilted your head speculatively. 

Surely there was no need to brush away good company...

After all, no one else is interested in spending time with me. 

“Since my escort is otherwise occupied, perhaps you could join me for dinner?”

Yoongi held out his hand. 

“I’d be delighted.”

Taehyung wandered around the mansion for nearly forty-five minutes looking for his date.  

Panic was just starting to build in his chest when he finally spotted you

—at his private dining table with Min Yoongi. 

It was everything he could do not to storm over and yank the other man out of his seat by the lapels. 

Alright, Angel. If this is the game you want to play… then let’s play. 

Taehyung felt his anger rise with every step, but he ruthlessly suppressed any sign of it and instead adopted a charming smile. 

“Min, I didn’t expect to find you here. What a… delightful surprise.”

Yoongi’s expression was just a shade too satisfied. Taehyung could already feel his blood pressure beginning to skyrocket. 

“Yes, Ms. Park believed that you were otherwise occupied and invited me to share the meal with her.”

“I see,” Taehyung practically snarled. “However,” his gaze landed heavily on you, “since I paid for this table, I hope you won’t mind if I join you as well?”

You avoided looking at him up to this point, but now you were choking on your wine

“Easy there, Angel,” Taehyung murmured as he pulled up a seat extremely close to yours—so close that your thighs were nearly touching. 

Oh boy. 

Over the next several minutes Yoongi continued to flirt openly and you continued to smile prettily and pretend Taehyung wasn’t there (which naturally infuriated him). 

You should have known he wouldn’t let you get away with such behavior so easily. 

This was Kim Taehyung, after all, and if there was anything that could be counted on when it came to your shared history, it was that one (or both) of you was always ready to escalate. 

You had just offered the young Min heir yet another flowery compliment when you felt Taehyung make his move. 

Two warm fingers slid under the silken slit of your dress, coming to rest possessively over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. 

You squeaked and nearly spat up your drink. 

Taehyung leaned forward in fake concern, wrapping his arm around you as if to offer aid. 

“Are you alright?”

His hand continued to move significantly beneath your gown, but his face was the picture of innocence. 

You glared. 

“Just fine, thank you.”

A slow grin crept across his features as he began to trace soft intimate patterns over your skin.  

On the other side of the table, Yoongi tilted his head in genuine solicitude. “Are you sure?”

You nodded sharply. 

Satisfied, he resumed speaking about whatever it was he’d been saying—though you couldn’t understand a word of it at this point because the torturous strokes Taehyung was leisurely drawing over your thighs were moving closer to your center with each passing second. 

Yet you made no move to stop him. 

You should have. 

You should have slapped his touch away—rebuked him for his boldness—

But you didn’t. 

So he just kept nodding and smiling while Yoongi spoke, even as his fingers teased you with the maddening persistence of a man who knew very well what he was doing. 

You gasped aloud when he finally brushed the pad of his thumb over the thin cotton of your panties. 

“T-Taehyung—” 

“Hmm?” he turned to you, seemingly surprised by your attention (it was—after all—the first time you’d addressed him since the beginning of the meal).

“Could you pass me the salt,” you sputtered (hoping to cover the fact that you moaned his name involuntarily). Unfortunately, Taehyung seemed wholly aware of your ruse, offering you the salt shaker with a superior smirk.

You seriously considered stabbing him with a fork. 

However, before you could carry out any bloodthirsty plans, he pressed his fingers directly over your clit and your eyes rolled back in your head

“Oh my g—” you bit your lip stubbornly, “this lamb is just so good.” 

Sweet mother of macaroons, he is too skilled at this. 

You shoveled another bite into your mouth to cover your whine as Taehyung began to rub tight little circles over your sweet spot. 

Across the table, Yoongi nodded in blissful unawareness. 

“Yes, I agree, the lamb is excellent—very tender.”

Taehyung took advantage of the momentary distraction to slip beneath the fabric of your undergarment. 

Your fork clattered to your plate and your hand came up to cover your mouth as he began running his fingers up and down your soaked slit.

It was everything you could do to hold back your depraved whimpering. 

“I can’t wait to taste it,” Taehyung replied, flicking your clit in a way that guaranteed he wasn’t referring to the lamb. 

At this point Yoongi seemed to notice you were in some sort of distress. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and leaned forward. 

“Ms. Park, are you well?”

Taehyung chose that moment to sink his finger into the welcoming heat of your pussy. 

“Yes,” you almost sobbed, “I’m-I’m very well—thank you.”

“Excellent,” Yoongi smiled as he rose to his feet. “If you’re feeling up to it, perhaps you could favor me with a dance?”

Several attendees were already making their way to the center of the floor and the orchestra was beginning to play.

Your entire body, however, was vibrating like a plucked harp string and Taehyung was still brushing back and forth against your clit, driving you toward a release that promised to be explosive. 

There was no way—simply no way—that you would be capable of hiding it. 

“Yes! I would love to dance with you,” you squeaked, grabbing hold of Taehyung’s wrist frantically. The feel of him pulling out of your sopping core was nearly enough to have you coming right there. 

Thankfully, Yoongi remained utterly oblivious to the debauchery unfolding beneath the table. He took your hand and helped you to your feet with an eager smile (and it was a good thing too because your legs were still shaking). 

When the two of you reached the dance floor, you turned back for the briefest instant—

just long enough to meet Taehyung’s heated gaze as his lips closed over the finger he buried in your cunt. 

Emotions were a funny thing. 

They impacted your judgement, affected your body, altered your behavior… 

And occasionally eroded your common sense. 

Sitting alone in the corner of the Governor’s ballroom, Kim Taehyung found himself experiencing a full spectrum of emotional side-effects. 

His hands clenched as he watched Min Yoongi spin you around the floor. 

His heart pounded every time he caught a flash of your shapely leg peeking through the slit in your gown. 

His blood boiled when you threw your head back and laughed at something the other man said. 

It was difficult to pinpoint which emotion was to blame for each of these reactions. There were certainly a number of them boiling over in his subconscious. 

Frustration—

I didn’t even want to talk to Aubrey! How are you acting like anything she said was my fault?!

Rage—  

Why is challenging people to duels illegal? I would fight Min Yoongi at dawn. I would fight Min Yoongi now. 

Jealousy—

You asked her to dance while my fingers were in her pussy. We are not the same. 

But perhaps the most persistent—the most overwhelming— emotion twisting through him was longing. 

You and Taehyung spent nearly four years apart, and he was so desperate to be near you—even then—that he resorted to childish pranks in order to remain a part of your life. 

He hadn’t recognized his actions or desires for what they were. He hadn’t realized what you meant to him...

But now, after spending the last several days with your hand on his arm and your laughter in his ear, he could no longer imagine spending another moment without you. 

Everything seemed to crystallize as he watched you laughing and dancing in the arms of another man. 

Uncertainty became clear. Complications became simple. 

And when he saw Min Yoongi’s hand slide dangerously close to the perfect swell of your backside—

Emotion became action.

“Mind if I cut in?”

It wasn’t a question really. Taehyung was already shouldering his rival out of the way and pulling you into his arms. 

“Taehyung,” you hissed, shooting the bewildered Yoongi an apologetic look over his shoulder, “what are you doing? This is so rude—”

“You’re absolutely right,” he agreed, sweeping you through the couples on the floor with practiced ease. “It is unpardonably rude to steal someone else’s date. He’s lucky all I did was steal you back.”

Your mouth dropped open. 

“Oh? So you finally remembered that I was your date?”

Taehyung’s grip on the curve of your waist became a shade rougher as he pulled you through the next turn. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means—” you stepped forward vigorously, nearly smashing your body into his, “—that you spent forty-five minutes with Aubrey Alicia St. Valentine when you were supposed to be having dinner with me!”

Taehyung growled and yanked you flush against him. 

“I spent forty-five minutes looking for you while you were giving away my table to Min Yoongi!”

The two of you sailed through the next several movements glaring at one another before you snapped again. 

“None of this would have happened if you had just told Aubrey St. Spray Tan that you were with me—”

“I did!”

“Instead, you let her call me a baby!”

“What let? Aubrey is a grown woman!”

“But—”

“And—you stormed off before I could say anything, so how would you know what I let?”

“You didn’t come after me!”

“Yes actually I did—but she grabbed my arm!”

“Really? Well what else did she grab?”

Taehyung abruptly realized how silent everything around you had become. 

People were staring—and not even discreetly— just full on staring with their mouths hanging open. 

Well that’s great. 

Taehyung’s hand closed around yours and you suddenly found yourself being marched across the dance floor at a breakneck pace.

“What are you doing?”

“Continuing this discussion in private.”

“We can’t just go somewhere private in the Governor’s mansion!” you sputtered, struggling to keep up with his larger strides. 

“You mean in my uncle’s house? Yes—actually we can—and we will.”

Taehyung proved to be a man of his word, dragging you past two security guards and into the roped off section of the manor with nothing more than a nod. 

The residential wing of the Governor’s home was beautifully decorated with traditional Korean artistic touches—all of which you were unable to appreciate while Taehyung was speed walking you through the halls. 

After a surprising amount of turns and archways, he yanked open an ornate wooden door with the words Reflection Suite written on a plaque above it in beautiful calligraphy. 

You almost giggled when you got a look inside. 

On the surface it was a tastefully furnished guest room with a simple cherry wood desk and a cozy double bed set in an elegant matching frame.

However—

The ceiling and one full wall were nothing but massive mirrors. 

Reflection suite indeed. 

The door slammed shut and Taehyung rounded on you with a stormy expression—though you weren’t waiting on him to fire the first volley.

“This is definitely going to get us in trouble.”

“I told you, I can go wherever I want in this house. It’s fine.”

“Then why did you take us here?”

“Because you were shouting—”

“I was shouting?! You were shouting I just—”

Suddenly your back was against the wall and Taehyung’s mouth was on yours. 

He hadn’t brought you here for this. When he grabbed your hand, he was only trying to get away from the crowds. He told himself that he needed privacy so you could talk—so he could clarify things. 

But the minute the door closed and you flared up again in all your magnificent rage, he was lost. 

He had to kiss you then. 

You were so lovely. So fierce. So wildly irresistible and he was too utterly smitten to fight the need to be near you—to be with you in every way that he could—for a single second more. 

The shock of Kim Taehyung pressing his lips to yours lasted about two full seconds—and then there was nothing but ravenous insatiable need. 

Finally. 

Everything was him. 

Everything was this—this sweet indescribable ignition of a desire that spanned years. You moaned eagerly against his mouth in wanton delight. After a decade of sparks, you were more than ready to burn. 

“Taehyung—”

His name poured out of you like a prayer. You needed him everywhere and miraculously he seemed to understand—

Not that he was prepared to be polite about it. 

“Where’s that smart mouth now, Angel?” he growled, tangling his hands in your hair to expose the tender column of your throat. “Nothing to say?”

Your only answer was a desperate whine as he spread hot-open mouthed kisses down the soft skin of your neck all the way to your collarbone.

Now was not the time for patience. He would be tender with you later. You absolutely deserved soft sweet caresses and slow leisurely love making and he was absolutely going to give them to you—every day if you’d let him. 

But not today. 

The minute his mouth encountered the barrier of your dress, he gripped onto the sides and yanked it down to your waist.

“You knew just what you were doing in the back of that limo, you little brat,” he hissed, taking one swollen nipple into his mouth and tormenting it with his tongue.

“Tae-ahhh!” Your back arched involuntarily in ruthless pleasure. 

“I spent hours—days even—wanting to get my hands on these perfect tits.” He licked the other nipple obscenely, squeezing the soft mound till it bulged through his fingers. “And you offered me the barest taste with that coy little grin, knowing it wouldn’t be enough—” 

He reared back and landed a firm slap on both breasts and you screamed.

It was so so good. 

“Look at them now,” he murmured, “so swollen and needy and mine.”

If any other man had said those words, you would have cut his heart out with a butter knife. 

But you had always belonged to this man body and soul, and to hear him acknowledge it so primitively felt like the sweetest vindication. 

“Yes!” you sobbed.

The affirmation only inflamed him further. He teased and fondled the tender flesh till you were shaking.

Your fingers curled into the soft waves of his hair as he indulged himself. He looked so ridiculously good sucking your nipple, moaning lewdly with his eyes pressed shut in cathartic bliss. 

“This is all your fault, Angel,” he groaned. “You just don’t know how to behave.”

His hands gripped the curve of your backside, lifting you right off the floor and into his arms. Your mouths fused together heatedly as he carried you to the bed, and you giggled against him when his words finally processed. 

“You’ve been saying that for years.” 

“It’s been true for years,” he muttered, pulling one of your legs up around him so he could grind against your cunt while you kissed. 

Your fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, tearing them off when they didn’t unhook fast enough. You waited too long to be with him like this to care about anything other than the feel of his skin against your own.

“Impatient, are we?” he chuckled, bringing his lips around to nip at your ear. 

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, yanking the ruined garment right off his shoulder just so you could sink your teeth into it. 

Taehyung moaned loudly, snapping his hips against yours with an involuntary jerk.

“You really are such a brat,” he hissed, fisting his hands in the satin length of your skirt. “Let’s see how fierce you are with my tongue in your pussy—”

His words were so filthy and raw, yet they stoked a frenzied need in your belly like nothing you had ever encountered. 

“This dress is evil,” he snarled, fumbling with the zipper for a moment before switching to a more destructive tactic. “It has tormented me all night and now it’s in my way.”

The stitching proved no match for his resolve, and—after a few vigorous tugs—he ripped it apart from the slit on up, leaving you covered in nothing but the thin cotton underwear he had breached earlier that evening. 

After disposing of your shredded gown, Taehyung paused for a moment just to take in the sight of you. 

“What a perfect little angel,” he taunted playfully, snapping the band of your lingerie against your hips with a cocky grin. 

Then he brushed his nose right up against the sopping fabric and inhaled deeply. “You smell just like heaven,” he growled before licking you right through the cloth, “and you taste even better.”

The sensations twisting through your body were merciless. You needed more or you were going to shake apart. 

“Taehyung please,” you whined, pressing against him shamelessly.

“Oh a please?” he chuckled, throwing your own words from the first night back at you. “Who knew you had manners?”

You would have screamed in frustration, but he cut you off with an open mouthed kiss right over the wettest part of your panties.

“Perhaps I can make a good girl of you yet,” he chuckled, as you opened yourself wider to encourage him. 

You nodded frantically, letting out another moan when he yanked the flimsy little scrap of lace down your legs—smearing a line of arousal over your thighs.

“So messy,” he tsked, tapping his finger right above your knee where the naughty little streak ended. “What am I going to do with you?” 

Then he pressed his tongue over the shiny trail of slick and licked it right off. 

You gasped loudly and his lascivious smirk was almost beautiful enough to make up for all of the shameless teasing. 

Almost. 

"You want my mouth, pretty Angel?” he whispered, letting the words brush maddeningly against your folds. “You want me to feed on this sweet little cunt?”

Every cell in your body cried out for release. He already edged you under the table at dinner and now he was determined to unravel you entirely. You would say anything—do anything. 

"Please—" you whispered.

"Please who?" 

Normally you met his arrogance with a cutting riposte, but an entire evening of methodical torment had left you beyond desperate. 

"Please Taehyung,” you begged needily. 

He grinned. 

“That’s right, Angel. Kim Taehyung. Not Min Yoongi or any other pathetic trust fund prick that’s panting for a taste of this pussy.” His eyes fastened on yours significantly. “You belong to me.”

Then his tongue licked a flat stripe over your glistening slit and you sagged onto the bed in relief—only to be thrown back into oblivion when his lips closed over your clit. 

Your body arched involuntarily as a ruthless wave of pleasure tore through you. Your eyes and mouth flew open in a silent scream and it was in that moment you remembered exactly where you were. 

Underneath a giant mirror. 

The passionate woman staring down at you was nearly unrecognizable. Her body was littered with her lover’s marks. Her hands gripped feverishly into the sheets beneath her—-

And Kim Taehyung was kneeling between her thighs, suckling on her weeping cunt with obscene satisfaction. 

It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen in your life. 

Your hands reached down to tangle in his hair, using it for leverage as you ground against his face. 

Then suddenly his grip on your legs tightened and his tongue plunged roughly into your trembling core. 

“Tae—ahh oh my—I can’t—”

The sensation was so intense that your hips bucked violently. You could not keep still. You were charging towards an explosion and your body was shaking itself apart. 

The noises tearing from you were incoherent. Everything around you focused in on the juncture of your thighs where Taehyung was licking inside of you again and again until—

You shattered. 

And the force of it nearly bent your back in half. 

Delirious sobs poured from your lips as he worked you through it, letting the obscene flood of your cum soak his face. 

The sight of him slowly lapping at the release between your folds, was unspeakably erotic. He ran his hands in soothing circles over your skin while you twitched and fluttered back down from your high. 

Then he was kissing you again. 

It was softer this time, but you felt truly depraved—and instantly obsessed—with the taste of yourself in his mouth—on his skin.

You could barely understand this ravenous hunger. You’d just found relief, yet you were already reaching for more. 

Your hands snaked down and wrapped around his still covered cock and he hissed in ragged pleasure. 

“So eager,” he gasped, as you pushed him back against the headboard—but you didn’t have time to bother with his teasing.

You were gonna blow Kim Taehyung into space. 

He bit his lip when you yanked down his pants and boxers together, freeing his arousal with stunning efficiency. 

It was almost unfair to discover that his cock was every bit as beautiful as he was.

“Of course,” you muttered. 

The sultry smirk he shot you in return had your cunt flooding all over again.

“You think Min Yoongi has a cock like mine?”

“I don’t think about Min Yoongi’s cock,” you retorted, wrapping your hand around his length, “you’ve always been the biggest dick I’ve ever met.” 

“I knew you thought about my dick,” he groaned as you began to work up and down the swollen shaft. 

After a moment, his hand slid over your chin to grip your hair, drawing you forward till your lips were almost touching. 

“I wonder what this pretty mouth can do,” he whispered. 

You gasped against him and he smiled. 

“Do you know how often I pictured your lips around my cock, Angel?”

You mewled shamelessly and he growled, cupping your cheek as your hands continued to service him. 

“Do you know how often I imagined this perfect throat stuffed full of my cum?” 

His palm slid down to lightly grip the soft flesh of your neck and you shuddered against him with a needy whimper. 

“I know you could suck me so good, Angel. I’ve wanted it for so so long...”

Your mouth actually watered with anticipation. 

The desire to be good for him—to give him whatever he asked for—consumed you. 

Taehyung let his head fall back against the headboard with a groan at the first brush of your lips along his shaft. His hips rutted involuntarily as your tongue wrapped around the tip and you hummed with pleasure at his enthusiastic response. 

After a moment you slid him into the welcoming heat of your mouth, taking him in as far as you could in one stroke. His jaw dropped open and his entire body jerked forward. 

“Yes, that’s it, Angel—feels so good.”

His praise was addictive. 

You loved that you could bring him to this. You loved to see the haughty Kim Taehyung coming apart as you sucked him. 

It made you feel beautiful—powerful even—and you reveled in every second of it. 

Your eyes were starting to tear. His length began to throb and pulse against your tongue and you knew he was close—so close you could almost taste him—

Yet suddenly he was pulling you back and you whined pitifully at the loss. 

Taehyung chuckled, dragging you toward him till your dripping core slid across his cock.

“I’m not coming before I get inside that pretty little pussy,” he swore, working your hips over his sex till it was drenched in arousal. 

The crass words filled you with the fiercest, most incredible want and you clenched reflexively against him in response. 

“Is that what you want?” Taehyung whispered as he bore you back into the mattress, pinning both your wrists above your head. “You want me to fill your empty little cunt?”

You did. 

You wanted it so so bad. 

“Please.”

Taehyung gently lowered himself closer to you, resting his forehead intimately against yours as he lined up his cock at your entrance. 

“Are you sure, Angel? Because there’s no going back after this... If you give yourself to me, then you’re mine—and I’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you.”

“Taehyung, you idiot,”—a tender smile spread over your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck—“... I’ve always been yours.”

He swore violently—letting the slight tremble in his voice betray just how deeply your words affected him. 

Then his fingers tightened on the soft flesh of your hip and he filled you to the hilt with one delicious thrust. 

There was a moment—the smallest space in time—where your eyes locked together and everything seemed to suspend; a strange perfect calm before a monumental storm. 

Then your world caught fire. 

Taehyung drove himself into you with passionate fury, letting years of denial fuel the insatiable rhythm of his strokes. 

Every time he told himself no. Every time he held himself back—

Every bit of it burned away as you screamed his name. 

The feel of him was indescribable. 

You imagined it too many times to count, yet your dreams fell pitifully short of the visceral reality. 

He was bloomin’ magnificent. 

Your fingers clawed up and down his back, desperate to hold on to something while he pounded into your g-spot like an animal. 

“This tiny cunt is the tightest thing I’ve ever had around my cock,” he gasped and you whined needily at his praise. “Like it was made for me—” his hand came up to grip your breast, “like you were made for me.”

“Yes—”

Taehyung’s need seemed to amplify with every whimper and moan that fell from your lips. The feelings you sparked in him were fierce and unapologetically primitive.

He would go to war for you—build a fortress for you—fight a dragon if one dared come close. 

You were his. 

And he felt like a savage every time you cried out for more. 

Suddenly an unexpected movement in his periphery caught his attention.

He’d been so consumed with the extraordinary rush of claiming you that he’d forgotten—

This guest room was thirty-five percent mirrors. 

And now… he couldn’t look away. 

The sight of your bodies tangling together in headless bliss played out before him like a scene from his most debauched and forbidden fantasies. His reflection grinned back at him in fascinated ecstasy while his beloved nemesis lost herself in the pleasure of his cock.

Something dark and wild began to burn in his chest as he studied the lovers in the glass. 

“Look at you, Angel,” he whispered softly, “you really are perfect.”

Then he pulled out of your core and you whined bitterly in protest, chasing his body to rid yourself of the sudden unacceptable emptiness. 

“Still so needy,” he taunted, gripping your hips and flipping you on your stomach before you could even think to protest.

“I want you to watch that pretty angel in the mirror come on my cock,” he groaned, plunging back into you from behind. 

The new angle was somehow impossibly deeper and your body shook as another wave of pleasure overtook it. 

Your fingers clawed into the mattress for purchase as he pistoned into your trembling mound. 

Only Kim Taehyung could rail you like a whore while he worshiped you like a queen. 

He gave you a moment to adjust before drawing your body back against his chest. His arm wrapped over your stomach as he slowly eased your legs apart, unfolding the lewd tableau of your bodies joined together for the voyeuristic gaze of the glass.   

“Look at yourself, Angel,” he growled, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounced with every thrust. “Look at how well you're taking me.” 

Then his fingers slid down to rub your clit and you screamed. 

“Tae! Ah-ahh!”

The pleasure building within you now was violent. You were coiling too tightly, too fast—

“That’s right Angel. Take it all.”

Your eyes locked with his in the mirror for the briefest instant.

And then you flew apart. 

Taehyung threw his head back with a carnal moan as you clamped down around him. His body was hurtling toward its own release with reckless speed. 

“I’m close,” he panted, “where can I come?”

“Come inside me please,” you begged, and Taehyung’s eyes widened in frenzied lust. 

“That’s what you want? Huh?” his thrusts became rougher as he chased his relief, “You want me to fill this puffy little pussy with my cum?”

“Yes, I want it so bad—“ you sobbed. 

“Sweet Angel,” he groaned, gripping at your breasts as he pulled you tighter against him. 

Then he met your gaze in the mirror again. 

“I want everything with you; a home—a family—your body in my arms every morning when I wake up—” his voice trembled, “I want it all.” 

The raw vulnerability in his eyes nearly broke you.

“Tae,” you gasped softly, too overcome with joy to manage anything else. 

His mouth pressed hungrily against the curve of your shoulder. You could feel his cock throbbing in your core as he bent you forward, pounding into your sex with exquisite precision. 

"Stay with me, Angel,” he whispered. His thrusts became erratic as he neared his high. “I don’t want to live without you anymore.”

The glorious thrill of his words tore over your senses with euphoric brutality. Your walls tightened greedily around his cock and the taunt cord of pleasure finally snapped. 

He came with a broken groan, flooding the welcoming heat of your womb with his release. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG!”

The sound of his name being shouted by the absolute last person in the world whose voice he wanted to hear woke Taehyung from a dead sleep.  

His eyes widened in panic as he began yanking pillows and covers from all over the bed in a frenzied attempt to hide—

The doors to his bedroom flew open with a resounding crash. 

“Jimin,” he squeaked, trying to look as casual as possible next to a giant pile of bedding. “What uh—what brings you here at—” his eyes darted to the clock on the wall, “—7:30 in the morning?”

Then he frowned. 

“And how the hell did you get past Jungkook?”

Jimin’s murderous expression broke momentarily to allow for a smug grin. 

“Kendra.”

Kendra Jackson was Jimin’s executive aide. She was fierce, capable, intelligent—

And insanely gorgeous. 

Taehyung groaned. 

Poor Jungkookie never stood a chance. 

To the surprise of absolutely no one, yet another newspaper landed on Taehyung’s lap.

KIM HEIR BRINGS NAUGHTY ANGEL HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Underneath the headline was a picture of you and Taehyung (dressed in clothes you stole from Jin’s childhood bedroom) kissing passionately against the side entrance of the Governor’s mansion. 

One of your legs was wrapped around his waist and he was clearly grabbing your ass. 

“Ah… well you see the camera distorts everything from this angle—and-and the lighting is bad so it’s not really what it looks like—”

“Is that so? Cause it looks like you’ve got your tongue down my baby sister’s throat!”

“Okay—okay,” Taehyung massaged his forehead nervously, “so maybe it’s sort of what it looks like but—”

“I’ll kill you.”

“No wait—” he held up his hands to delay an already advancing Jimin. 

“Why should I wait?!”

“Because—”

“—I trusted you with the most important person in the world to me—”

“The situation is just not that simple.” 

“—and you grabbed her ass in public!”

“Admittedly not my finest hour.”

“So you tell me right now—”

“But you don’t understand it’s—”

“—Why the hell would I wait?!”

“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH HER!”

For a moment there was absolute silence. 

Then your head popped out from the massive pile of bedding. 

“Really?”

Jimin’s mouth fell open. 

Taehyung groaned again. 

“As usual, your timing is impeccable.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment.

“Are you really in love with me?”

“Of course I’m in love with you! What part of I want you to have my children did you not understand?!” 

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Jimin choked. 

“That’s not the same thing!”

“It is for me!”

A radiant smile lit up your face. 

“I’m in love with you too.”

Taehyung’s expression softened. 

“Angel I—”

Then you were kissing and Jimin swung around with a horrified shout.

“Oh! No no no—Come on!”

He stumbled out of the room, hands firmly clamped over his eyes. 

“This is not over, Kim Taehyung!” the scandalized young Park heir howled in exasperation… but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

Back in the bedroom, Taehyung shook his head at Jimin’s ridiculous caterwauling. 

“No, it’s not over,” he laughed, pulling you deeper into the comfort of his arms. “It’s only just begun.”

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. 

This baby took FOR-EVER to write. I started it in November and literally worked on it a little every day. 

If you enjoyed it— even just a tiny bit—please consider taking a moment to leave me some feedback. It is so incredibly uplifting and rewarding to hear reader thoughts and reactions to my work.

I promise to treasure every word like gold. It took a lot to bring this story to life. Your kind words would mean the world to me.

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That line is probably the best part of the whole movie, if I’m being honest. But I know how sad Dumbo is and I’m not looking for another reason to cry, so I’ll probably end up putting a rewatch off for a long time. We’ll see. Elephants are pretty cool! I agree with that. I feel like they’re awkward sometimes but that’s what makes them lovable. Baby Mine is one of the saddest songs in Disney history, period. Aw. I feel the same way though, I don’t see my family nearly as often as I would like to and sometimes you just want to wrap yourself in a blanket like a burrito and be with your mom. Relatable.

Pat Carroll did an amazing job. I haven’t seen the live-action yet, but I am so excited to see it because I just think Halle is beautiful, I have no doubts that she was anything other than perfect for Ariel. Dumbo is so sad, somehow the Tim Burton version is sadder to me, but it was so cute to see my on-screen daughter all baby-faced and training elephants. It is so sad, even sadder when accompanied with the image of baby Dumbo reaching out for his mama locked in a cage. Honestly, any song from the Tarzan soundtrack will hit me in the heart too, and Dos Oruguitas from Encanto. Most of my family live in South America, I have a bunch of aunts and thirty four first cousins, my younger siblings divide their time between Chile and New York and my older sister lives in New York mostly but sometimes she travels. Our father lives in Chile and refuses to go anywhere else. I would honestly love nothing more than to burrito myself and be with my mom. I would give up everything I have for that opportunity.

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Happy Birthday, Darling

(Poly!Lost Boys x WOC!Reader)

A/N: I’ve been wanting to post this for at least a month, and this is only one of like… 5 (?) fics I’ve started with these boys, simply because I felt like I didn’t do their characters justice, and decided to binge read everyone else’s fics— by the by, love reading other peoples take on these vampire babies, it warms my heart and soul honestly. @beoneofus gave me the confidence (thank you babes) to actually finish this— this thing I’m calling a oneshot so here you all go, and I truly hope you like, and enjoy it.

A/N 2: Reader is Maria’s younger cousin, haven’t seen much of a family pairing with her so I figured ‘what the hey’, though the reader’s age isn’t mentioned, she is over 18, because I’m going based off of how old the boys’ actors were when they filmed the movie. (Alex was the youngest at 19)

A/N 3: Credit to GIF maker, I’m assuming it’s @tvneon

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, Cursing, violence (duh), reader has some attitude/anger problems, nothing our boys can’t handle, sass, suggestive comments, reader throws hands, the boys being themselves, reader has some body image issues, the boys loving her regardless, gets a bit spicy at the end, lip biting (?), turning into a vampire(?), smoking, cross fading, drinking blood, Paul putting David in his place, not beta read

Word count: 9370

Y/N glances at the clock to her right, counting the minutes until her cousin would get off of work. Why she decided to be at VideoMax two hours earlier than she was supposed to, was because she and Maria were going to go watch a movie later. It was Y/N’s birthday and she was dying to watch ‘Never Say Never Again’. Of course in her excitement, she got ready in the morning and lounged in Maria’s apartment with absolutely nothing to do and as the day went on, she simply couldn’t take being alone in the stuffy apartment.

So, throwing on her yellow converse and her ‘1 World One Tribe’ Martin Lawrence Jeff Hamilton leather jacket, she headed out the door to her car (that’s seen better days), and drove to VideoMax to see if time would move faster.

It didn’t.

“Uuuuugggghhhhh how much longer, Maria?” Y/N all but lays her upper body down on the counter, groaning with her dark brown curly hair falling over her face as Maria laughs at her baby cousin.

“Like I told you ten minutes ago, two hours babes.” Maria ruffles Y/N’s hair, quickly jumping out of the way of Y/N’s hand ready to swat the grin off her face.

“Don’t mess up my hair, it took me a long time to get it this good.”

“Why didn’t you just blow it out?”

“WhY DidN’T YoU jUsT BlOW iT OuT?” Y/N rolls her eyes picking herself off of the counter, “You know exactly why; I never would’ve left the bathroom and your shitty fire alarm would’ve gone off.”

Maria just smiles resuming her current tasks while Y/N groans again after stealing a glance at the clock, “This sucks! Why couldn’t you just take the day off?”

“You know exactly why; I have bills.” Maria grins at the glare Y/N sends her for throwing her words back at her, “You could just help me, it might help the time go by faster.”

Y/N squints her eyes looking at Maria with a disgruntled look, “And work for free? Hard pass.”

“Then get out from behind the counter, Y/N.” Maria shoots back, sending her a glare of her own.

Y/N sighs heavily as she lays her head back down on the counter with a bit too much drama, her forehead hitting the counter with a ‘thunk’. She smiles to herself when Maria’s laugh reaches her ears, and as she lifts herself once again, ready to fire back an insult at her cousin, she finds that Maria has left her previous spot in the comedy section.

“Yo, Maria. Where’d you go?” Y/N tries to see the black curly hair of her cousin in the rows of movie shelves, but being 5’3’’ and Maria being 5’ puts a limit on what she can see- especially if Maria is crunching on the floor. Y/N barely registers the sound of the entryway chiming to reveal new customers have entered the store, when a smooth tenor voice reaches her ears she turns with extreme confusion.

“Hey babe, how’s it going?”

Y/N turns with wide eyed confusion staring up at a blue eyed boy, wild long blonde hair and a striking smile. Blinking once she furrows her brow tilting her head at him; his smile never leaves his face, but it’s slowly faltering as the sound of silence fills the space for an awkward amount of time. Opening her mouth, Y/N tries to think of something to say; the boy smiles brightly thinking she’s going to be his form of entertainment for the night, but she comes up empty and just closes her mouth, blinks again and shouts loudly.

“MARIA?! SOME WEIRDO IS ASKING FOR YOU!” The boy jumps back not expecting the yell, and his friends begin to laugh at his reaction. Only then does Y/N see that he isn’t alone. A boy with platinum blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a dark ensemble, is standing next to a taller boy with dark hair and eyes, missing a shirt, and a shorter boy with curly blonde hair, the face of an angel, but with a smile of a devil in the most colorful jacket Y/N has ever seen. Feeling her heart skip a beat, she steps back shouting louder, “CORRECTION— SOME WEIRDOS! PLURAL!”

“Aye, Y/N stop shouting, you’re disturbing the other customers.” Maria rushes forward pushing Y/N out of the way with a scowl on her face.

“Then stop having weird friends.” Y/N snaps back leaning on the other counter trying to ignore the eyes following her every move, “Don’t look at them, don’t look at them, just don’t look!”

She looks.

The tall brunette just stares at her blankly, and then hits her with a smile that has her heart do a flip flop making her snap her head over at Maria, trying to ignore the feeling of heat rising on her face.

“Oh, it’s you guys. And here I thought it was someone important.” Maria smiles at the blonde despite the tone of her words. The blonde ignores it completely and just leans forward shamelessly flirting with Maria.

“What, do you have a new man in your life or something? Bet he’s not as great as I am.” He reaches out and plays with a lock of her hair. Y/N stares on with a look of disbelief mixed with disgust at the exchange before her; she’s so caught up in their flirting that she doesn’t notice that the curly haired blonde and tall brunette have come to her side of the counter.

“Yes, he is, and his name is Max. And he’ll be back in…” Maria glances at the clock pulling her hair out of his grasp, “In 14 minutes, Paul.”

“A lot can happen in 14 minutes, baby.” He sends her a wink making her giggle like a schoolgirl as she shakes her head pushing him off of the counter.

Y/N groans rolling her eyes not hiding the sound of her gagging, as she’s turning to look down at her counter she bumps her head against someone else’s. Moving back quickly, she ready’s an apology but it stops short when she sees it's the curly haired boy.

“Sorr— uuuuuhhhhh.” She looks back to where he was standing before, and then back at him, “Weren’t you…over there…?” He just smiles widely with danger dancing in his eyes, making Y/N lean away from him, “Rrrriiigggghhht, okay. Maria?”

“Hm?”

Y/N pulls Maria away from the counter not taking her eyes off of the boys as they watch her just as intently. Leaning to her cousin she whispers, “I don’t feel safe and I’m not happy. Also, why are you friends with criminals?”

“Oh my god, Y/N, they aren’t criminals. Just a couple of rebels, that’s all.”

“Really? Cause from where I’m standing that one just swiped a lollipop. Last I checked, that's stealing.” Y/N folds her arms looking down at her cousin.

“How is it that I’m the older cousin, but you treat me like I’m the baby?” Maria tilts her head with sass, ignoring every word Y/N just said. The two are locked in a glaring contest, and after a few seconds Y/N sighs hanging her head.

“Fine, whatever. Just hurry up so we can go to the movies.”

“Can’t, I’m still on the clock for the next hour and forty five minutes.”

Y/N balls her fists, brushing past Maria to walk out the door doing her best to avoid the boys blocking her way— it didn’t work. She’s stopped by the platinum blonde, who just stares down at her with a dark gaze, making her feel small and powerless. He smirks as Y/N basically folds in on herself, before reaching his hand out for a handshake causing her to jump back.

“David.”

Y/N stares at his hand before looking up at him and then back to his hand, scoffing, she glares back at him, “Didn’t ask, don’t care.”

Pushing between him and the rocker blonde, she exits through the small space they made, briskly walking out of the video store. With her heart hammering in her chest she looks over her shoulder to make sure they aren’t following her— and they aren’t. Promptly stopping, she leans against one of the buildings in the strip letting out a shaky breath.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! Why did I do that?! Oh shit, I could’ve died! What the hell is wrong with you Y/N?!” She slides down to the floor since her legs have turned to jelly as the adrenaline leaves her body, “All he did was introduce himself, why were you rude?! Aye Dios mio.”

The sound of laughter has her turn her head in the direction of the video store, where the four boys exit— the two blondes are pushing and shoving each other while the other two walk out calmly. Her heart picks up at the sight of them and David turns his head to her, piercing blue locking with fearful dark brown.

“OKAY! That’s not weird at all!” A sadistic smile finds its way to David’s face and Y/N swears her heart stops for a few seconds, “I’m so dead!”

Now Y/N hasn’t been very religious, but she finds herself praying to Jesus, Joseph, Mary and all the saints at the exact same time. It was a mess of names and words mixed in English and Spanish as time seemed to stand still with their locked gazes.

David is the first to look away, but only to light his cigarette, unfortunately for him in the short amount of time it took to do that, Y/N is gone— running into the crowd entering the boardwalks amusement park.

Smirking to himself, he nods in the direction Y/N ran in, “Marko.”

Marko ceases all roughhousing with Paul and looks at David with a devilish smile. Not needing any further instructions he slips into the crowd to hunt for the girl.

……

Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes following her, but every time she looked over her shoulder, she couldn’t see anyone in particular watching or following her. Shaking her head, she continues to walk through the boardwalk making random turns and double backing just to be on the safe side. After a while the feeling leaves and she breathes out a sigh of relief getting in the line for the Giant Dipper— if she had to wait for Maria, she might as well try to have fun.

As she nears the front of the line, the feeling returns and when she turns around she is face- to- face with the curly haired one. His smile ever present on his face as he chews on his thumb nail.

“Oh shit!” She stumbles back bumping into the people behind her, who turn around annoyed, sending her a glare. The angel-faced boy grabs her wrist pulling her to his side, moving his hold to her waist, sending them a glare of his own. The couple look between Y/N and the boy offering a meek apology— much to Y/N’s dismay— and turn back to the front, stepping forward to create more space for the two of them.

Neither Y/N nor the boy say anything as the line moves forward as an attendant shows them to their seat rides. The pair sit in the very front car, which Y/N finds odd since there was a couple in front of them, but chooses not to voice it as the curly haired one pulls the lever down over their laps locking them in.

Y/N tries to work up the courage to say something— anything, to say this guy, but every time she opens her mouth she’s stopping herself.

“I mean, how do you ask someone if they’re following you, without asking if they’re following you?” Closing her eyes she clears her throat ready to ask, when the ride starts to move forward, opening her eyes she sucks in a breath, at the height they’re being pulled up to.

“This was a bad idea.” She mainly whispers to herself as the ride picks up speed turning this way and that, all but slamming her into the cart and into the boy. Holding onto the railing for dear life she closes her eyes feeling the wind hit her face as she tries not to scream in terror. Unlike her, the boy is having the time of his life— screaming, laughing and… shaking the cart? Y/N opens her eyes looking at him as he does in fact shake their cart from side to side, “ARE YOU INSANE?!”

Y/N shrieks as the boy throws his hands up screaming happily, with new found nerves she punches him in his ribs as hard as she can causing him to groan at the unexpected impact. Clutching his side he looks at her with a seriousness she didn’t think was possible for him to have.

Thankfully for her, he began shaking the cart towards the end of the ride; before anything else could happen, the ride was over, and she scrambles out of the cart running to the exit and into the crowd once again.

Marko jumps out of the cart reaching out to grab her, but she slips out of his reach as she slides between two passerbys; growling in frustration as he weaves through the crowd trying to find her ‘1 World One Tribe’ jacket. Stepping out into the open he looks in both directions not seeing her anymore.

“Fuck.”

Opening his mind, he informs the others of what just transpired.

“What do you mean she got away?”

“I mean she got away, David. She punched me in the ribs and then just disappeared.” He rubs his side wincing slightly as heat radiates from the spot, “That shit fuckin’ hurt. I can’t find her dumb jacket anywhere either.”

“Just sniff her out dipshit.”

“I have, Paul! She’s just gone! She’s like, brushing against some many people, it's hard to pinpoint where she went. Fuck!”

“… Found her.”

“What?! Where?! Where Dwayne?!… Dwayne?” Marko lets out a frustrated sigh seeking out his brothers instead, “Damn why’d she hit me so hard?”

……

Y/N rushes back into VideoMax almost running into a customer who’s leaving the store, both Max and Maria stare at her wide eyed as she leans against the counter catching her breath.

“Y/N, what the hell? Are you okay?”

“No…. No Maria I— whew! Oh god, I haven’t run like that since high school… -oh geez! Wow, ugh my lungs hurt so bad.” She lays her head on the cool counter as Max and Maria share a glance, “I hit someone, and I didn't want to know what would happen next so I dipped.”

“You hit someone?!” Both Max and Maria spoke at the same time, shock evident on their faces.

“Yeah, the curly haired one.” She barely raises her head from the counter to look at the two, and just opts to take the time to gather herself. She winces as the burning in her lungs travels to her throat and a wave of dizziness hits her. Swallowing thickly she regrets sprinting from the boardwalk all the way to Max’s store, she didn’t even stop at the crosswalk for fear that the moment she stopped running, the boy would grab and pull her into a dark alley and do whatever he wanted to her.

“‘The curly haired one?’” Maria looks at Max with confusion before looking out the door to see Dwayne standing across the way. Then it clicks, “You don’t mean Marko, do you?”

“I don’t know his fucking name. And I wasn’t staying to ask.” Y/N glares up at Maria, “He was the one with the colorful jacket, hazel eyes, face of an angel smile of the devil… bites his thumb. That guy.”

Maria hangs her head letting out an exasperated sigh, “Yeah, that’s Marko. Y/N, why would you hit him?”

“He was trying to kill us! He kept shaking our cart.” The two blink at her with new found confusion making Y/N sigh, “We were on the Giant Dipper and he started shaking the cart- I’m not lying when I say it felt like it was going to detach from the tracks, that little asshole tried to kill us and so I punched him… in the ribs… hard. Look, my knuckles are still red.”

Max winces at the sight of her hand, “Let me see if I have something in the back for your hand.”

“Y/N, why can’t you just find a peaceful way to approach things?” Maria snaps, shaking her head at her cousin.

“Why can’t you have friends that aren’t homicidal maniacs?” Y/N snaps back sneering at Maria.

“Aye tu!” She pushes Y/N away from the counter, “Go stand outside and cool off.”

“Whatever.” Y/N sticks her tongue out stumbling outside and walks to the bench across from the video store, not once seeing Dwayne. “How am I always the bad guy? That idiot was shaking the fucking ride, but I’m the bad guy. Yeah right, okay.”

“You alright?”

Y/N jumps at the voice that comes from next to her, “Not another one.”

Dwayne just smiles at her reaction and holds out an ice pack for her hand, she squints at it and then up at him, holding her hand closer to her body, “I’m good.”

He places it between them and looks out at the dark waves hitting the beach, sitting further back on the bench she continues to watch Dwayne with untrusting eyes.

“Where is he?” Her words were sharp and right to the point as she glared at the brunette. He lazily tilts his head to her, his hair fanning around his face is what takes her breath away; she was so caught up in his beauty that she almost missed his question.

“Where’s who?”

“The…” Blinking quickly, Y/N takes a breath looking around her surroundings seeing if she can spot him. Not seeing the demon child with gold locks she answers him, “Marko? That’s his name right?”

Dwayne gives her a wolfish smile, making her heart pick up again causing her to wonder if she was worrying about the wrong person. His smile was so animalistic that Marko’s mischievous smile was so much nicer than she had originally thought. In fact, she wished it was Marko that found her instead, besides it’s not like he’d actually kill her… right?

“Come on, trouble-maker! Let’s go to the movies!” Maria’s voice pulls her attention. Both Dwayne and Y/N turn to look at Maria, who throws her hands up in a ‘lets go’ gesture making Y/N roll her eyes, Y/N stands up before looking down at Dwayne.

His wolfish smile is gone, making Y/N wonder if she imagined the whole thing. With an awkward air she clears her throat as she stands up, “Um… thanks.”

He raises a brow at her and she points to the ice pack next to him. Nodding his head he gets up at walks towards the boardwalk, presumably to where his friends are. Y/N catches herself staring at him as he saunters away, shaking her head she starts chastising herself, “Stop it Y/N, he’s just a guy. They’re all just dumb guys… cute, but dumb.”

Dwayne smirks as he hears Y/N’s words and reaches the boys with a pep in his step. David leans against his bike squinting at Dwayne’s good mood raising a brow.

“She thinks we’re cute.” He supplies shrugging his shoulders as the other three stare at him with varying expressions; Paul smiles proudly laughing as he looks to Marko, who smiles with a furrowed brow glancing to David, who keeps a neutral face waiting for more information.

“That’s it?” David’s patience wears thin as Dwayne nods looking at the people walking up and down the boardwalk, “Well no shit, Dwayne.”

“She’s also going to the theater with Maria.” He tilts his head to David revving his bike.

Flicking his cigarette, David smirks revving his own bike, “Who wants to catch a movie?”

The boys chuckle as they peel off of the boardwalk and towards the theater.

……

“I still don’t understand why you would punch him, Y/N.” Maria grabs the snacks as Y/N hands the clerk their tickets, rolling her eyes at Maria’s words.

“Because he-”

“-He almost killed you, yes you’ve said that—” The clerk sends the girls a quick glance, clearly confused about their conversation, but both ignore him walking into the theater room.

“-Then why is that so hard for you to believe?” Y/N whispers harshly, taking her bag of popcorn and soda from Maria, who turns around swiftly, almost causing Y/N to bump into her.

“Do you know how much power it takes to knock a rollercoaster cart off the tracks?”

“…A lot— but!” Y/N raises her voice slightly when Maria holds up a finger stopping any more words from Y/N.

“No. No more, as soon as you see him you better apologize.” Turning back around Maria doesn’t wait for Y/N to follow and sits in a random aisle.

“I’m not apologizing.” Y/N mumbles sitting four aisles behind Maria glaring at the back of her head. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

If the lights were up it would be almost comical, the pouting face Y/N wore which quickly turned into a scowl at the thought of Marko. There’s no way any of this was her fault, she hadn’t been the one shaking the ride. It was that annoyingly adorable angel-faced demon child, with wonderful hazel eyes that was being the little punk ass bitch, not her.

How could someone so innocent looking be so, so… uuuuggghhhh?!

It didn’t make sense, and why was he even following her in the first place? She didn’t do anything to warrant his attention, she couldn’t figure out for the life of her, why he zeroed in on her. Surely he could occupy his time with other girls on the boardwalk, like the ones that actually seemed interested in him. She wasn’t blind, she saw how women passing by the Giant Dipper line were raking their eyes over his form- undressing him with their eyes like they’ve never seen a person of the opposite sex before.

Hell even a few guys were getting their fill of him, and he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he seemed to relish all the attention, sending cheeky grins and winks here and there, making people trip or look away blushing.

“Ugh he’s not even that cute…” Y/N says as if she’s trying to convince herself otherwise, “So what he has blonde hair, there are a lot of blonde people in the world, it’ll probably turn brown or something as he gets older. Who cares about hazel green eyes- I don’t… even if green is one of my favorite colors…” She closes her eyes trying to come up with an actual negative to Marko, “… I hate his face.”

“I don’t know, I think he looks pretty good.” She turns her head to the left at the sound of a voice whispering next to her. Squinting, she tries to make out the face of this rando next to her; the room is illuminated by the lights from the movie, revealing the wild haired blonde from the video store. Y/N sucks in a breath, snapping her head forward praying she’s just seeing things, sneaking a peak back at the blonde, he flashes her a winning smile making her breathe shakily.

“If he’s here, then that means…” Slowly she turns her head to the right, and sure enough the curly blonde is next to her. Marko doesn’t spare her a glance, but smirks as he watches the movie on the screen hearing her let out a small whimper. She leans forward about to call out to Maria, when he clasps his hand over her mouth, tugging her back into her seat. Leaning over to her Marko uses his free hand to place his index over his lips, whispering in her ear.

“Sssshhh, don't want to be too loud, now do you… Y/N.”

Wide eyed and brimming with tears, she sits back trying to think of another way to get Maria’s attention. While she’s wrecking her brain for some kind of solution, Paul reaches his hand over taking a handful of popcorn, smirking at Y/N’s glare.

“‘Whe’lly?” She mumbles from behind Marko’s hand.

“Huh? Can’t understand you babe.” Paul chuckles as Y/N’s glare darkens and she flips him off.

“Fu’g y’u!”

“Huh?” Paul mockingly leans closer to Y/N, who rolls her eyes sitting back in her seat, trying to watch the movie. Just then a black gloved hand comes over her left shoulder reaching into her popcorn, before she can look behind her she hears David whisper in her ear.

“For someone who can’t talk, you are really loud. It’s kind of annoying.” He retracts his hand with a fist full of popcorn and that does nothing but make Y/N’s heartbeat faster.

Quickly glancing over her right shoulder she sees Dwayne, who gives her a sympathetic smile. Whimpering, she turns back around trying to focus on the film.

It takes some time, but she finally begins to relax— even with Marko’s hand still on her mouth— and picks up her soda to take a sip, knocking on the back of his hand. Turning his head to her, she raises a brow shaking her soda, making him grin widely, he leans over to take a sip from her soda. She pulls the cup away from him, resulting in him taking the stray while she sends muffled obscenities his way. The two blondes fall over with laughter which draws the attention of the other people in the theater, there’s scattered ‘sh’s’ and harshly whispered ‘shut up’s’ but the only one who turns around with a death glare of sorts, is Maria.

Y/N feels hope bubbling up in her chest as Maria looks over each of the boys, her eyes linger on Marko’s hand covering Y/N’s mouth and glancing at both blondes she shakes her head giving Y/N a playful eye roll and turns back to the screen.

Y/N sits there shellshocked, deflating instantly leaning back in her seat sighing deeply. The boys snicker at her, huffing she smacks Marko’s hand away glaring down at her popcorn; looking up at Maria’s head she slowly smiles as she takes a handful throwing it at the back of Maria’s head. She barely holds back a laugh as a few pieces get stuck in her cousin’s hair. The three of them snicker and giggle as Maria begins to feel around her hair looking up at the ceiling checking for a leak of some kind.

Pulling out a piece of popcorn Maria turns around glaring at the trio, Y/N instantly points at both Paul and Marko and they in turn point at her. Getting up from her seat, she moves to the row in front of the trio and sits in front of Y/N with a raised brow.

“I didn’t do it. I know better, plus you also know where I live. I like living, Mar- Mar.” Y/N wastes no time in covering for herself, leaving Maria to shift her eyes between the ‘Terror Twins’. Both boys look at Y/N with open mouths at her blatant lie, but neither can hide the look of respect they have for her either, as she turns her attention to the movie straight faced. Not knowing who to blame, Maria takes a hand full of her popcorn throws some at Y/N, who gasps at the action, throws some at Paul who tries to catch it in his mouth, and lastly at Marko who just giggles, popping the pieces that fell into his lap into his mouth.

“Since I don’t know who did it, you all get punished.” Maria whispers, turning to face the movie screen, leaving Y/N to make faces behind her head, making the boys bust out laughing.

An annoyed voice from the other side of the theater yells, “Oh my god! WILL YOU SHUT UP!”

“WILL YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING FACE?!” Maria spins around to face Y/N with wide eyes, as she yells back at the patron. Y/N was about to stop when Paul started to hype her up, so she continued, “SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO WATCH A MOVIE. DICK!”

“Aye, we are so getting kicked out of here.” Maria rests her head against the back of the chair as the patron gets out of their seat and out of the theater.

Y/N nods her head smiling while eating some popcorn, “Oh yeah. We’re never gonna be able to come back here. For sure.”

Maria smacks Y/N leg in retaliation for… well everything, and sends Paul and Marko a glare pointing at them, “This is your fault too.”

“Shouldn’t’ve invited your weird friends then.”

“I didn’t invite them.”

“…Well. This just got a lot creeper than it already was…” Y/N slumps in her chair sending Maria a face of awkwardness, before anyone can say anything further, a flashlight is shining down on all six of them.

“I’m going to have to ask the six of you to leave.” The attendant is visibly annoyed with an even more annoyed patron. Y/N wrinkles her nose at both men and scoffs getting up from her chair walking past Marko. The boys watch on with growing interest and excitement while Maria is having a panic attack at her baby cousin’s actions.

“Why?” She folds her arms, tilting her head giving both men a stoic expression, “We didn’t do anything wrong. We were just watching the movie. You can’t be mad that some people like to laugh in the theater.”

Everything happened pretty fast; the patron— a man of 6’ greasy and smells like stale salt water snatched the flashlight from the attendant, shined the light in Y/N’s face making her close her eyes, covering as much light with her hand as she can while he steps towards her, sneering as he does. Due to the black spots in her vision, Y/N only saw a blob of darkness moving towards her too fast for her liking, so like any sensible person, she used her free hand to make a fist, it shot out in front of her hitting the man…in the throat.

He falls back on the ground gasping for air like a fish, with the attendant begins to freak out not knowing what to do. Maria shouts in Spanish pushing Y/N out of the aisle, ushering her out of the theater; the boys on the other hand are laughing, and whopping as they walk past both men giving them looks of their own… It’s not hard to tell there are going to be a couple of missing posters up tomorrow.

“I can’t believe you punched him in the throat, Y/N!” Maria grabs Y/N turning to face her anger heavy in her features.

“It’s not my fault!” Y/N wrenched her arm out of Maria’s grasp, trying to put some distance between them. She knows how this is going to go, words will be exchanged, feelings will be hurt and both will be too prideful to apologize for the next few days; but with how Y/N is feeling right now at the moment she doesn't want to do something that will ruin the only relationship with family that she has.

“You punched him. IN THE THROAT!” Maria shouts trying to drive her point home. Y/N closes her eyes willing herself to hold back words of anger and tries to think logically. Her train of thought is disrupted by Marko and Paul rushing outside and throwing their arms over Y/N’s shoulders smiling at her proudly.

“Damn chica, you been holding out on us or what?”

“What?” Her anger is instantly replaced with confusion as she looks up at Paul’s smiling face.

“Yeah, you totally laid that guy out on his ass! It was pretty hot.” Marko chimes next to her, making her snap her head over to him.

“Wh— What?!”

“You have some quick punches there… kitten.” David takes out his pack of cigarettes studying Y/N’s face. He takes note of the timid expression she had to his compliment and then the quick switch to confusion and disgust as she processed his last word.

‘Kitten’.

“Oh, I know he did not—” She looks at Maria, letting out a humorless laugh, “He did NOT just call me… that is so gross.”

“Yeah, kitty’s got claws.” Paul ignores her words adding fuel to the fire as Y/N just closes her eyes, giving up completely.

“Whatever. Back to what we were talking about, it’s not my fault.” Y/N quickly holds up a finger stopping any words about to spill from Maria’s mouth, “AND! Before you try to interrupt me by shouting, ‘YoU pUNcHeD hIm iN tHe tHRoAT.’ I’d like to add that I could not have known it was his throat, as I could not see due to him flashing the light in my eyes and rushing towards me. It was a reflex.”

“He could die,Y/N.”

Y/N does her best to shrug her shoulders with the ‘Terror Twins’ basically hanging off of her, “Then he shouldn’t have shined the light in my eyes. He could’ve gotten away with a black eye, pero no, he decided to be a dick, ergo not my fault. Play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”

Paul and Marko stare at Y/N like she hung the stars in the sky as she sassily tilts her head at Maria, waiting for her comeback. Both boys let out breathy laughs sharing a look with David and Dwayne who have smirks of their own.

“I think I’m in love.” Marko announces pulling Y/N closer to him while shoving Paul away from her. Y/N says nothing, staring at Maria with wide eyes and raised brows as the boys begin to tug her towards them like a rag doll.

“Okay, okay!” She manages to get out of their hands with the help of —Dwayne who smacks the back of both their heads— and fixes her jacket clearing her throat, “Ignoring that embarrassing and awkward declaration, can we just forget what happened and go get something to eat?”

“We can’t just dismiss this, Y/N.” Maria crosses her arms giving Y/N a straight face.

“Aye, come on Maria. The guy was a grade A asshole, someone was going to punch him in the throat someday.”

“Sure, but that ‘someone’ didn’t have to be you.” Maria starts to walk to her car leaving Y/N throwing her arms up in disbelief.

“You know what, fine! Whatever!” Y/N spins on her heel walking in the opposite direction towards the main road.

“Wait, where ya goin’ babe?” Paul calls out, as he looks at both girls retreating from each other. The boys can hear the sounds of sirens approaching, of course the authorities are still a ways away, they won’t be for long. Sharing one glance they follow behind Y/N, making a plan to get her back to the cave.

“For a walk!” She snaps barely sparing him a glance as she opens and closes her fists. She needed to let off some steam or she’d really fight someone. Her arm is grabbed by someone tugging her back around, pulling her fist back, she throws the punch right at David’s face, thankfully he was expecting it and catches her fist raising a brow at her, “S- sorry.”

“Quite the spitfire, aren’t you?” He pulls her fist down, but never lets her fist go watching her reaction to it. Her gaze lingers on his hand holding hers, but rolls her eyes not trying to be bothered by the random hand holding.

“I’ve been called worse, so I’ll let that one slide. Definitely better than ‘kitten’ blah!” She shivers as she repeats the word, “What do you want?”

“You.” David’s response is spoken with such plainness that Y/N stares at him for a solid minute making sure she heard him correctly.

Letting out a sigh of disbelief she tilts her head replaying their short conversation, “Um… what?”

“You heard me.”

“Hm yes, but I don’t think I heard you correctly.” She flicks her eyes down to their hands, where he’s started to rub small circles on her inner wrist. Realization dawns on her and she clears her throat avoiding eye contact with him, “Uuuuuuhhhhhh, well I’m uncomfortable.”

“Why?”

“Um well for one, I don't know you, and two, I— uh… don’t do… whatever the hell this,” She motions between them, and then points at Paul and Marko, “or what that is. I’m not about to be passed around by some random boys I met today, who decided to crash my birthday-day with my cousin.”

She pulls her hand from his grasp stepping away from him keeping her eyes on the ground. So many emotions and thoughts are flowing through her mind as she tries to put everything in a specific box to make sense of it all.

Is it possible for four guys— well definitely three— to like her?

Yes.

Would they fight for her, in front of her after meeting her for an hour?

No. No way. Normal people don’t do that.

Are they really ‘normal’ though?

…no… No they are not.

Why would they like her when they don’t even know her?

All they know is that she’s mouthy and angry; not the most attractive personality trait to be around… Well, they are punks, so it fits.

But why her?

Surely there were other girls out there that had a similar attitude to hers; similar and better looking. Why would they want to be with her? She was short, had unruly curly hair, and even though she isn’t considered fat she wasn’t considered slim either. She was awkward, even down to her body type, which she covered with baggy shirts and jackets.

Shoving her hands in her pockets she glances at Paul, then at Marko and Dwayne; all three have a face of hurt and confusion that tugs on her heart strings. Which, for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why. Shaking her head she begins scolding herself for what she’s about to do.

Holding her hand out to David, she looks up at him, “Y/N.”

Glancing down at her hand, and then back at her, he shoots back, “Didn’t ask, don’t care.”

“Mmmm yeah, I deserved that.” She bites the inside of her cheek, sending him a bashful glance, “Can we let bygones be bygones?”

The boys watch with bated breath as David stands motionless for three solid minutes watching Y/N intently. The sound of sirens is now heard by the group, Dwayne looks over his shoulder seeing the lights approaching fast. Setting his jaw he sends David a glare waiting for the blonde to speed things along.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” David tilts his head as he studies her face searching for any doubt in her face.

“Probably not, but I did just punch a guy in the throat, and according to my cousin that wasn’t a good idea, so I‘ll take my chances.”

Shrugging his shoulders he reaches out shaking her hand, “Careful what you wish for, spitfire.”

“Ditto, David.”

The two share a smirk, turning to the other three boys who let out howls of excitement and approval. Paul and Marko are at her sides in an instant ushering her to where they parked their bikes. Y/N hesitates as she looks at their bikes, knowing there is no way the two most hyper boys in this group were safe drivers, Dwayne stands behind her, leaning down to her ear.

“You’re better off riding with me.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. Sure.” She jumps at the sudden sound of his voice, and the tickle of his breath on her ear. Climbing on the back of his bike, she awkwardly and hesitantly places her hands on his shoulders, making the boys laugh at her actions, embarrassed and flustered she snaps back at them, “I’ve never been on a bike before! I don’t know where I’m supposed to hold on!”

“Here.” He guides her hands to his waist chuckling at the incoherent words that come out of her mouth, “You’re gonna wanna hold on tight.”

Marko and Paul let out yells as they speed towards the beach, and Y/N latches on as soon as Dwayne moves forward. And boy is she glad she did, Dwayne may have been ‘better’ but he was by no means ‘safer’, all of them are letting howls, yells, and screams as they weave around on the beach, barely missing the people sitting around their little bonfires, purposely getting close to them and each other.

Closing her eyes, Y/N buries her face in Dwayne’s back, locking her arms around him as he seems to drive faster than before, passing Marko, who yells out in frustration. The ride becomes bumpy, as they enter the woods, Y/N feels herself get lifted in the air as Dwayne makes small jumps here and there due to the terrain; not that Y/N knew that, her head is tucked deep in her chest with her vice grip on Dwayne somehow getting tighter.

She doesn’t even see the fog roll in, or notice the quietness that fills the air around her. Even when Dwayne stops his bike, she stays in the same tucked in position, eyes screwed shut with the shallowest of breathing.

“You good, Y/N?” Dwayne barely turns around when Y/N squeezes his waist tighter, halting his movements.

“Awh man, you broke her.” Paul’s voice is behind her as he pokes her side, but she still doesn’t move.

“She looks so tiny!” Marko giggles next to her, bending forward trying to look at her face.

At this she does react.

“I AM TINY YOU MORON!” She snaps her head up, glaring at him taking a swing at him. He laughs jumping out of the way, and Paul takes this time to wrap his arms around her waist, picking her up and placing her on the ground. She growls at him, but he’s unbothered by it and just smiles suggestively at her, wiggling his brows in the process. Scoffing, she pushes him away from her, “Not even in your nightmares, pretty boy.”

“Let’s get inside.” David commands, holding his hand out to Y/N, and taking his hand the two walk to the wooden staircase littered with warning signs.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Y/N, wants to know if this is a good idea.” David comments with an amused tone, not turning around he continues, “Marko, this a good idea?”

“I don’t know.” Marko places his hand on Y/N’s shoulder pushing her forward, making her stumble on the old wooden stairs. She turns to glare at him and his grin is wicked as he looks back at Paul, “This a good idea Paul?”

“Wait a minute, who wants to know?”

At this point she just scoffs as they make fun of her and she catches up with David mumbling about boys being dumb and immature. David glances at her from over his shoulder as she lightly punches his shoulder, “You could’ve just said ‘yes’ or ‘no’, you didn’t have to mock me. Dick.”

Turning around he blocks the entrance to the chain link fence and leans into her personal space, staring deep into her eyes, “Now where’s the fun in that… Kitten?”

As much as she wanted to be angry at the nickname again, she just couldn’t be. Something about how he said this time was just different from before- probably because before, it didn’t send a warm tingling feeling down her spine and to her core. Breathing through her nose she does her best to look bored and unbothered, but the smirk growing on his face makes her falter, as if he knows exactly how she’s feeling. Hands rest on her waist making her look up at Paul who’s grinning from ear to ear; rolling her eyes, she takes his hands off of her, and motions for David to hurry up.

“You might wanna watch your step.” Is all the warning she’s given as they enter a dark cave.

“Or wHAT—” Y/N foot slips from under her as she loses her balance on some loose dirt and sand, her fall is stopped by hands hooking under her arms lifting her off of the unstable ground to the floor of the cave. With wide eyes she clears her throat glancing at Dwayne, then at David who is clearly unimpressed, “… Or I’ll fall. Got it.”

“You alright, Y/N?” Dwayne’s voice is obviously amused, and Y/N prepares a retort for him, but when she looks back at him, her voice is nonexistent as he looks down at her with concerned eyes.

Marko sneaks next to Y/N and gives both Dwayne and Y/N a smirk, “Think you broke her again, dude.”

“I am NOT broken!” This time Marko doesn’t move out of the way of her fist, as she punches him straight in his sternum, “Son of bitch, owwww!”

“Next time you might wanna punch me, try it where it actually hurts me and not you.” Marko cackles as Y/N gets ready to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine, “Stay still so I can kick your balls!”

Laughter fills the cave as Marko moves around the couch as he taunts Y/N, calling her names, sticking his tongue out at her— anything to her to chase him.

“You are such a child.” After a good 30 or 40 minutes of chasing Marko, Y/N opts to glare at him, but the smile on her face betrays her as she sits on the couch next to Paul, who is smoking a blunt. Being the good host he is, Paul offers her a hit which she gladly takes, earning ‘whoops’ of approval for taking a long drag. She almost made it without coughing, but their little celebration made her laugh, so choking on the smoke in her lungs she leans forward shaking her head, “I didn’t realize—… didn’t realize that was worth celebrating.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen someone other than Paul take a hit like that.” Dwayne takes a hit, smirking at the pair on the couch— well they were a pair until Marko decided to sit in Y/N’s lap. Without much protest, Y/N just groans and rolls her eyes, her body completely hidden by Marko’s. The only part of her that’s seen is her legs and her right hand as she silently asks for the blunt.

“Yeah, well if I’m hangin’ with you all I need to be high. Only way to get there is by taking a long ass hit.” Bringing the blunt to her lips she attempts to take a longer hit than before, and Paul is enamored; he isn’t even high yet, but he feels like he’s on cloud nine simply watching Y/N smoke the way she is. His mouth hangs open slightly, as his blue eyes stare at the girl dreamily as he fixes himself in his seat earning a knowing look from Marko. Dwayne chuckles at them, raising a suggestive brow at Paul, who flips him off failing to hide his own smile.

David sits in his throne watching the rest of his pack interact with Y/N and he knows there’s no way she’s going back to her normal life— not when she meshes so well with his boys. She has the attitude, the spunk, the sass, and can hold her own; she can take a joke, and knows when she’s had enough and when she’s not totally in control of the situation. Also having the guts to sass David to his face, and know when she’s out for the count stirred something inside him; he needed her to be one of them— she was what they were missing.

“Marko!” All eyes shift to David as he waits for Marko to fulfill his silent command. Smirking, Marko gets off of Y/N’s lap and retrieves a bedazzled wine bottle, presenting it to David. The air shifts in the cave as David pops open the cork smelling the wine, Y/N is too high to really care for his dramatic swig, but as she watches as utter bliss falls on his features she realizes that she’s in desperate need of a drink.

“Drink this, Y/N.” David hands Marko the bottle, watching Y/N’s face intently, “Be one of us.”

The bottle is placed in her hands, but for some reason it weighs a ton to her. Her arms are tingling and a slightly numb feeling settles in her hands, causing her to almost drop the bottle; with quick reflexes, Marko grabs the bottle and brings it to his lips taking in as much wine as he can. He almost spits it out due to a laugh ready to escape him, because Y/N looks 100% pissed off at him for stealing her only relief to cotton mouth. Nudging her knees apart, he nestles his right knee quite comfortably against her clothed core, shifting ever so slightly to hear the small gasps that fall from her lips. He hands Paul the bottle, and placing that hand on the back of the couch for support, he cards his fingers in her tangled curls getting a good grip, tugging her head back.

Her mouth falls open in a gasp which is promptly cut off by Marko’s mouth as he funnels the wine down Y/N’s throat in a breathtaking kiss. Some wine slips from the corner of her mouth, but the majority is swallowed as their tongues dance around each other, teeth scraping against teeth ending with a tug on her bottom lip as he pulls away from her, so she can breathe.

Y/N’s eyes are hooded as the wine and weed mix into her system giving her an otherworldly feeling; she feels like she’s outside her body, seeing everything from the outside-in. The room seems to spin and turn over on itself, the sound of her heartbeat thumps in her ears at a calming pace, warmth spreads through her blood seeping into her bones replacing that numbness with something else— something primal and electrifying.

It doesn’t fully hit her until Paul’s tongue is dragging up her neck to the corner of her mouth, licking away remnants of spilt wine. Turning her head, their kiss is sloppier than Marko’s as they become a mess of saliva and hands grabbing whatever they can, but as soon as her jacket comes off, Paul is lifted off of her by Marko who pushes his blonde brother towards the entrance of the cave. Paul protests, but Y/N is too busy staring at David to care; a fuddled stare is met with an observing one.

The only thing Y/N can hear is her own heavy breathing and blood rushing in her ears, but even as she looks at David’s unmoving mouth, she swears she heard him say,

“Go get something to eat, I’ll stay with her.”

Dwayne walks behind the couch hooking his hand under her jaw, tilting her head back giving her the most sensual, passionate and mind numbing kiss she’s ever had in her life. Tilting her head back more she reaches for the base of his neck pulling him closer allowing his tongue to graze hers, Dwayne’s free hand trails down her arm leaving goosebumps in its path. Reluctantly he stands up licking his lips as he watches her eyes track the movements of his tongue. Smiling at her, he shoots David a quick glance before sauntering to the entrance of the cave in a way that has her following his retreating form. Even though she can’t see him anymore, she stays in her position half off of the couch looking after Dwayne. She didn’t even hear the spurs from David’s boots, but instead feels the shift in weight on the couch. Turning around she’s face to face with David who tracks his eyes across her blissed and cross faded face, it’s amusing how she seemed to go from mouthy to horny and quiet in such a short amount of time.

Leaning back, David takes the wine bottle bringing it up to his lips watching as Y/N watches with unadulterated lustful eyes, chuckling as he knocks it back and grabs her jaw, moving to hover over her. He’s met without resistance as he spills the wine into her open mouth like a small waterfall. Y/N does her best to drink all the wine, but as it fills her mouth, it pours out of the sides of her mouth since David didn’t bother to release the wine slowly. By the time he’s basically spit the wine into her mouth, her jaw, neck and shirt are wet from spilt wine. Pulling back David tilts his head tutting at her, swallowing the last bit of his wine-spit, Y/N leans her head back on the armrest of the couch with closed eyes feeling the sweet tangy liquid roll down her throat, to her stomach, spreading out to her limbs. The euphoria is so strong she lets out a moan as if she’s being fucked out of her mind, this has David pulling her to lay down flat on the couch as he licks and sucks on her neck, pressing his hips into hers every time she lets out a sound of pleasure, or squeezes her legs around his waist.

Willing himself away from her, he gazes down at her as she tugs on his jacket trying to pull him back down, letting out a laugh he sits back raising a brow at the whine she gives him coupled with a pout that has him regret that he didn’t go get something to eat too.

“Shit…” David shakes himself from the grasp of his own lust looking to the entrance of the cave, waiting to hear his boys coming back from their hunt. Another whine from Y/N pulls his attention back to her as she shifts in her spot tugging on her shirt, “They need to get back here now.”

“David~. Please.”

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.

.

“Fuck it.”

Climbing back on top of Y/N, he captures her lips with his, quickly taking control, growling as her hands find their way into his hair. His jackets are tossed somewhere in the cave, and as he’s getting ready to rip open her shirt—

“DUDE!” David flinches at the sound of Paul’s voice shouting in his head, groaning David rolls his eyes in annoyance before pulling away from Y/N.

“Dude. Seriously?” Is all Marko asks with heavy disappointment David hasn’t heard from the curly blonde ever.

“Not cool, man.” He can see Dwayne shaking his head glaring down at him for clearly taking advantage of the situation.

“What? She asked nicely.” He smirks at the chorus of ‘NAH MAN’s’ and ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP’s’. Looking down at Y/N, she’s all but fallen asleep from the mixture of weed, wine and excitement. Her chest rises slowly indicating that she’s in deep sleep, making a smile appear on David’s face.

“Just don’t do anything to her anymore, man.” David raises a brow at Paul’s command, but ignores it knowing Paul was right in this instance.

“Soon you’ll be just like us.” Moving Y/N’s hair out of her face David listens as her heartbeat begins to slow down until it’s almost nonexistent, leaning down he presses a kiss into her cheek whispering her ear, “Happy birthday, Darling.”

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Part 2: Just Turned Immortal

[itsallyscorner]

Hello. Could I request a Chris Evans x reader, where they have a little girl and she finds out that peple kiss under the mistletoe. So she's always running around the house with it playing matchmaker (obviously everyone is taller than her) and she's like: "Now you have to kiss."

This is the cutest request!! Omg🥺❤️ Thank you, hun! I hope you enjoy it🎄❤️

💌.

Under The Mistletoe

Major dad!Chris

(Gif from @cevanscentral )

Ever since Chris had hung the mistletoe up in the living room’s doorway, it had always caught the curious eyes of your sweet Audrey. Your daughter, like her father, was always full of wonder and anticipated to learn new things. She was always curious about her surroundings and had a never ending amount of questions.

Lately, the mistletoe had been the subject of her thoughts. She would wonder what the purpose of the mistletoe was and why it was hung in the living room doorway instead of the tree. Sometimes the little girl would find herself standing underneath the mistletoe, staring up at it as she tried to come up with some kind of reason as to why it were there.

One day, Chris had found his daughter standing underneath the mistletoe, her big blue eyes sparkling from the lights of the Christmas tree a few feet away from her. A classic Christmas cartoon played on the tv, though it was long forgotten by Audrey.

“Hey jellybean, watcha up to?” He crouched beside his daughter as he followed her line of sight.

“It’s a mistletoe, bean. It comes out during the holidays and whoever is underneath the mistletoe gets a kiss.” He explained to her as he gathered her into his arms. He stood up, resting Audrey on his hip so she could touch the festive plant.

“Do they really need to be kissed?” She continued to quiz her dad.

“Do they really need to be kissed?” She continued to quiz her dad.

“Of course they need to be kissed! It would be a crime if someone doesn’t get kissed underneath the mistletoe!” Chris claimed causing the eyes of his daughter to widen. Suddenly, Audrey cups her dad’s face and presses a giant kiss onto his cheek.

“I can’t go to jail, dada! I’m too young!” His daughter says, a hint of fear in her voice. Chris lets out a heartfelt laugh at his daughter’s reaction. His other hand comes to land on his left pec as he continued to laugh.

You walk out of the laundry room, having just finished throwing in the wet clothes into the dryer.

“Mama!” You heard Audrey whine. You rush to where her voice came from, which was the living room. You enter the room to see Chris red in the face as he tried to stifle his laughs.

“What did you do?” You eyed the two loves of your life. A pout is on Audrey’s lips, her brows softly furrowed together.

“Mama, dada keeps laughing at me!” She wiggles her way out of her dad’s arms and crashes into your legs. Her face was tucked into your thigh in embarrassment.

“And why’s that, babe?” You ask her, running you hands in soothing circles on her back.

“Dada said that if you don’t give kisses under the mistletoe, you go to jail! So I kissed dada’s cheek and he laughed!” An adorable little pout was set on her lips, her arms crossed. You give a look towards Chris, who was now silently laughing in the corner.

“Babe, why’d you laugh at her?” You asked your husband, finding the situation slightly amusing. Knowing your husband, he had probably teased your little girl to the point where she grew upset at him.

“She literally said, ‘I can’t go to jail, I’m too young!’ And proceeds to just press kisses onto my face.” Chris explains through his laughter. A hint of a smile is on your lips, shaking your head at your husband. Crouching down to your daughter’s height you told her, “Don’t listen to half the things your dad tells you, he’s messing with you, bean. You’re not going to go to jail if you don’t kiss anyone under the mistletoe.”

Chris had calmed down and sat beside you on the floor. You daughter glares at him causing him to snort. You roll your eyes before nudging your husband’s shoulder.

“C’mon, babe. It’s funny, our daughter’s a comedian.” Chris sees the smile hinting at your lips, trying to get you to crack.

“Shut up.” You whisper to him through gritted teeth. “Now apologize, you dork.”

Chris tries to recollect himself before looking at Audrey seriously, “Jellybean, I am so sorry for laughing at you and tricking you. It hurt your feelings and I’m sorry.”

Audrey sighs before pressing a light peck on her dad’s forehead, “I forgive you.” Chris wraps his giant arms around your daughter and pulls her into a hug.

Over her shoulder, the goofy look comes back onto his face as he mouths, “So gullible.”

You quietly chuckle as your daughter pulls away from the hug. She turns back to you and a smile is on her face.

“Mama, can I have my own mistletoe?” She asks you, looking at you with those puppy eyes.

“What’s the harm?” You thought to yourself. It was just a plant and she would probably use it on her dolls or stuffed animals. She’ll probably forget about it in a few days.

“Course you can, I’m sure daddy has some leftover decorations in the garage. He might have another mistletoe.” You shrugged as she happily jumped around.

Boy were you wrong.

The mistletoe had become a hit with your daughter. To her, it was her most prized possession. She held onto the mistletoe everywhere she went and used it to her advantage. When she wanted kisses, she would ask one of you to carry her and she would hold the mistletoe to the best of her abilities above your heads. She even taught Dodger that when the mistletoe was above him, it meant a kiss on the cheek for Audrey. Or a lick to the face in Dodger’s eyes. You and Chris enjoyed the fact that something so simple could bring your daughter so much joy. Compared to the dolls and stuffed animals she had, nothing compared to the mistletoe.

Audrey had pride in her mistletoe and showed it off to everyone who entered the house. She made it her own mission to spread more love in the house by making everyone kiss each other with the mistletoe.

This year, Christmas Eve was being held at your household. Chris had suggested it since your shared home was bigger than the other’s houses. Because there were many additional rooms, his siblings and their kids would be able to stay the night for Christmas Day.

The house was full of chatter and Christmas energy. All the kids were running around from room to room as the adults yelled after them to be careful. Dodger was hanging out under the dining room table, taking a break from the energetic kids. The dining room table was full of food, Lisa had arrived at the house earlier in the day to get a headstart on the cooking. Together, the two of you had filled the table with multiple dishes and an assortment of sweets.

You were sat on the couch talking with Carly and Shanna, catching up with each other’s lives. Scott was with Chris, along with his new boyfriend, who was celebrating Christmas with the family this year.

You and Carly were talking about your kids. You had just mentioned the little mistletoe incident that happened a week ago with Audrey and Chris. “Is that why she’s been carrying that mistletoe around?” Carly asked as she motioned to your little girl. She was running around with her cousins, her styled hair now messy, dress sleeves falling past her shoulders, and the mistletoe still enveloped in her hand.

“Honestly, I didn’t know she would grow such an attachment to it. I thought she was going to get over it in a few days and jump on some new craze.” You laughed sipping on your wine.

“I think it’s cute!” Shanna chimed from beside you. The boys had moved into the living room after standing in the dining room. Chris shot you a wink from across the room as he talked to Carly’s husband.

Scott and his boyfriend approached the three of you, a toothy grin on both their faces.

“What are you girls gossipin’ about?” Scott presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Oh yeah! This is Steve!” Scott motions to the man beside him who shyly waves at you. “Steve this is (y/n), my sister in law. (Y/n) this is Steve, my boyfriend!”

Instead of going in for a shake, you pulled Steve into a hug, “It’s nice to meet you! We’re glad to have you over for Christmas!” The Evans were really rubbing off on you.

“Likewise, thank you for having me!” Steve hugs you back. The two men sit on the rug as you all fall into a conversation. A half hour in and Audrey comes running into the living room. Her bright eyes spot her uncle Scott, as excitement bubbles in her stomach.

“Uncle Scott!” She runs up to him and wraps her short arms around his neck. Scott chuckles as he hugs his niece back.

“Uncle Scotty, look what I have!” Audrey holds the mistletoe up in pride. Scott’s mouth gaps as he sees the plant.

“Is that a mistletoe!” He moves the plant closer so that he’s getting a better look. What Scott doesn’t notice is that he’s moved the mistletoe directly above him and Steve.

“Yeah and look uncle Scott! You guys are under it!�� She excitedly cheers. You see Scott and Steve both blush, you’re about to protest when Chris calls for his brother across the room.

“Scott, you know what that means!” Chris teases his younger brother from across the room.

With the encouragement from her father, Audrey says, “Now you have to kiss!”

Scott turns to Steve with a smile, “It’s a mistletoe, I don’t make the rules.” Steve agrees and the two share a peck on the lips. Everyone at the house cheers when they pull away. Satisfied, Audrey giggles at her work.

“Okay, little miss matchmaker. Back to your cousins, the adults are talking.” Scott teases Audrey as he nudges her back to the other kids.

“That’s my girl! Doin’ god’s work!” Chris cheers in pride as his daughter skips out the room. The holidays were about family and seeing his brother so happy made him happy. Without the help of your little girl, Scott probably would’ve never made the first move on Steve. It was a holiday miracle, thanks to that mistletoe.