#kim is so fun to draw nobody look at me

[eminsunnytoons123]

Class of 3000: back to the SING!

THREE Doodle dumps

Since I have Said that I have made some co3k reboot Doodle dumps while I wasnt really on my phone, like, my mama told me to put it in the living room (she sometimes thinks I'm too much on the phone but she sometimes jokes with me like that) And then I took it now because she wants to drink coffee with my babo, but now she doesnt mind sooooo.... anyways, so heres the doodles I have made =^_^=

And these are some treats for @aquamarine-dream-queen @moshywoosh @ducktopia90264 @classywinnerpeace @ghostytoastynights @nightkit92 @nia1sworld @iggyguyy @dackychansworldofhoshino more of my loved ones in my tumblr family that always love me And support my work And I love them all too And love THEIR work =^/////^= And! @alegriacherryblossom is the new member of our tumblr family =^_^= 🩷💖

Anyways, I'll explain the doodles cause I want to lol:

1st Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: I Drew Cheddar man And Bianca dressed up as a banana And a chicken, And yes its based on that "IM A BANANA" music video by Onision on youtube. And also, I do NOT support Onision, because I know what he did but I just made this Doodle as a lil' joke or somethin' to laugh at

2# Doodle: I Drew Jan again but this time he is holding his broken "BROOM" while he is saying that he SNAPS like his BROOM, but then he realizes that he called his mop a "broom" >w< And yes, he broke his mop out of Anger 0_0;

3# Doodle: Lucius just being sassy And he is saying his Greeting just like from the episode "Hunt for red blobtober" =^.^=

4# Doodle: Philly Phil is just saying "OOOOHHHH!" he is obviously shocked at somethin' 0.0

5# Doodle: Principal Luna saying the quote he Said from the Show since I kinda found that quote funny, And I dont remember from which episode he Said that ^///^;

2nd Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: Sunny is just imagining "Screaming inside", And this is a spoiler of an fanfic episode I'll make called "everyone is stuck in the stage room for the night!" And Sunny in here is probably just tired 0///0;

2# Doodle: a small but cute "cool kitties" a.k.a Kaylie x Mackenzie doodle ship =^_^=

3# Doodle: Brooklyn Bill with some cute pigtails since his hair always made me thought that he actually has pigtails ^///^

4# Doodle: Tanya losing her temper in the fanfic episode And she is yelling that EVERYONE in the stage room is annoying her! And even her face turns red from Anger! 0.0;

5# Doodle: Madison saying her quote from the Show And she just looks like she is trying to think of a plan or Idea or somethin' =^.^=

3rd Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: Addison just kinda acting like an dog after Salieri or someone else between the eastley kids threw her a bone 0_0

2# Doodle: Kam was about to say his BORING And ANNOYING nerd talks And then Kim interupts him And says that nobody cares about his talks 0////0;

3# Doodle: A small Doodle of Lil' G just givin' a sassy look =^.^=

4# Doodle: a small Doodle of Mila, Bianca And cheddar man having their faces painted Pink (Mila), yellow (Bianca) And blue (cheddar man) so they can represent a pansexual flag =^.^= 💖💛💙

So those are all the doodles I made, but I'll make more tommorow since I had lots of fun drawing these =^w^=

I hope y'all will like these =^//////^= 🩷💙💖💛💜🧡❤️

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi! These matchups you do are really fun so I thought I’d give it a go :)

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

I’m a Megan Thee Stallion fan! I love her songs, they get me so pumped. Right now I love one of her older songs Plan B. It makes me feel confident and reminds me not to take sh*t from anyone!

“Ladies, love yourself 'cause this shit could get ugly That's why it's, "Fuck n***** get money" And I don't give a fuck if that n**** leave tonight. Because, n****, that dick don't run me”

What is your Enneagram type?

I’m an ENFP :)

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

Yes I do! I love to listen to them like a podcast while I scroll on Pinterest or draw. I enjoy watching Wendigoon. I’m a horror gal so I love urban legends and creepy stuff. My particular favorite is “The Deal With The Devil That Created Rock And Roll”

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

never had one

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Listening to bf asmr or reading some fanfics

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

The funny thing about my name is that nobody calls me by my government one. It’s one of those long, slightly formal names. So when I was baby I was given a nickname. Now everyone in my life knows me by that nickname. I didn’t pick it, but i like my nickname and I feel like it fits :)

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

Oooh that’s a hard choice. I like so many of them. But I’d have to pick Gavin’s first confession audio. It’s so sweet and I’m a sucker for confessions.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Hmm, I think Asher. just doesn’t appeal to me. I think our personalities are too similar

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

”The Parent Trap” with Linsey Lohan! or “Clueless”

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

I think Guy. He’d be a fun bestie, and he’d make me cry laughing

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

Not rlly. I get more quiet when I’m sleepy.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

Combo pretzel and cheese chips and a Coke!

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. 

It’s titled ‘Bad Bitch’ and it’s filled with Kim Petras, Twice, Kali Uchis, and ofc Megan Thee Stallion :)

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Cheesy rom coms and romance books. Also Studio Ghibli movies

Extra info:

I’m an extrovert

I love the sunshine x grumpy trope

I’m a fashion girlie and I must have a cute outfit at all times if I’m going out

that’s all, thank you!

Easy peasy! I think you and your match would have a lot of shared interests, but it’s the love of fashion that cinched it. There’s no better match for that than Gavin.

Like, literally, you’d like so many of the same things; horror, K-pop, Megan Thee Stallion, romance novels. The music especially is such a fun thing you two share; he knows all the choreography, maybe even all the words. (I think he’s a Girls Generation fan if I had to pick. Given his age, I think Gavin stans the classics.) You also share a book collection, the incubus often getting saucy and using them as inspiration or quoting them.

All in all, you’re a very compatible couple, an extroverted pair who looks good together. I can see y’all going on really cute mall dates, thrifting cute clothes, buying new books, going to see the new horror movie of the week, and Gavin laughing at it to everyone in the theater’s surprise. (Because of his demonic, supernatural nature, I like to hc Gavin as enjoying horror but not being scared by it in the least.) (Also, I really love that both of you go by nicknames instead of your birth names; it’s meant to be.)

Song:

I'm talkin' all around clock/ I'm talkin' hope nobody knocks/ I'm talkin' opposite of soft/ I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts/ You gotta keep up with me/ I got some young energy/ I caught the L-O-V-E/ How do you do this to me?

Once you get Gavin properly acclimated to pop culture and music, he becomes the king of it, always his finger on the pulse. I love to think of him as a pop idol, Sabrina Carpenter fan- especially of this fun, flirty song and how it’s performed. He loves to play this while doing chores around the house, coming up with his own naughty refrains like how Sabrina does during live performances.

Runner-ups:

Given your love of fashion, I had to put Milo somewhere in your big three. Anton, in contrast, is a runner-up because of how adorably you’d contrast. I love a good introvert/extrovert pairing, and I really get a giggle out of imagining Anton flustered at hearing WAP for the first time.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[tmbatcat]

YEAH!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!! TELL ME ABOUT YOUR SKILLS!!! :D!!!!!

HEELL YYEE!!! Let me just spill my guts out !!

This may be a little long :]

(You may know this but is good to recap)

Ok, small story time! Basically I drew them becourse I read spilledkaleidoscopes works and in the second part Kim gets his own skills and there are only 8 and I was like "Fuck, If I were to make my own skill I am not forced to the albatrairie number 24 and also not forced to include all of physique and motorics gangs and i could just mix and match and nobody would care." so that's basically what I did

i took me 20 hours to figure their designs out (I am not kidding btw, i looked through the ibispaint recording) and 10 more to render them out to a point that i would say it's acceptable (i would have stayed longer if i wasn't physically and mentally tired of this little project and i also told myself that they will never be perfect and that OK)

more drawings for your pleasure (some not posted yet)

Ok now let's actually talk about the 8 dummies: (i will compare them to Harry's skills and other stuff for better understanding)(also I will includes an edgy description) [anything in square brackets are just my notes over the skill]

DOUBT - LOGIC + anxiety + masking - Logic tainted by how many times you got burned. You now know what to hide; all your cracks and imperfections. Your mask won't peel from your face, you forgot to take it off at some point and now you don't ever remember what you look like. Good luck with that, people would hate you more without it and you know it; I bore that though your head everyday.

[The little Jean in all of us. A strung up anxious mess that can't understand that people actually like you and that perfection is impossible. A lil hater.]

MECHANICAL HEART - EMPATHY + video game/movie logic - Understansing through empathy and pattern recognition. Don't understand someone? That's OK, use your vast knowledge of media to put them into little boxes and label them. People are more complicated than that but I am just a tool. I tune in on everyone and everythings frequency and if you don't understand something you look through the file drawer of your mind.

[My internet riddled brain can only understand tropes. I have so much brainrot that it can not be contained, it spreds to everything]

SENSOR - ENDURANCE + PERCEPTION + INTERFACING + autism - Caretaker of the temple. For other people it's automatic. Sadly, yours isn't. You forget to eat if nobody reminds you. So that's why I'm here. Your nerves are also more sensitive than most. It doesn't help that the world has so many textures and hard edges. I relay all the info as soon as I get it, though it's late most of the time.

KNOW-HOW - ADHD info dump (basically ENCYCLOPEDIE) - Keeper of the librarys. You know, your mind is like a library, but without any of the labeling a normal library would use. More of a big collection of storys and fun-facts you know. When you don't ask them for a piece of information in particular, they chime in with something that is vaguely connected to the conversation.

WILLPOWER - VOLITION + a crumb of SHIVERS - Makeing peace with it all. I am silent most of the time but not, because I don't care. I talk only to remind you of the world's humanity. When you are at ypur lowest. You need to go on. You can take a break, maybe cry a little, but never actually give up. The world doesn't end with you, and it's worse without you in it.

[they don't talk a lot cuz I am a depressed lil bitch]

DAY DREAM - INLAND EMPIRE + VISUALIZATION + CONCEPTUALIZATION - Close your eyes and see other worlds. Colors, characters, ideas, scenarios; all swirling in that little head of yours. They just make the puppets move for your own amusement. They unfortunately play with your puppet too, making you watch scenarios wherein you die a lot, but what can you do? You can't stop it. It has it upsides through, mainly escapism.

CHASE - ELECTRO-CHEMISTRY + ADHD hyperactivity + autistic hyperfixation - Longing for paradise and ambrosia. Comfort over anything else. They love to indulge and party. Not actually party. You know, more like watching youtube alone or with friends while eating chips at 2 AM. That is your type of party. Your batteries run low most of time, so a good game and a snack also work.

[ELECTRO-CHEMISTRY but a bit chiller, no drug related stuff, if sugar doesn't count. They just love good brain juice]

FLARE - HALF LIGHT + PAIN THRESHOLD - The fire that burns within us all. A caged animal that hisses at anything that comes near. In general it sits in corner, waiting, only popping it's head out to shriek profanities at whatever rattled the cage. All bark, no bite. A problem that you have is that you forget how people wronged you, but I'm here, I remember. Only emotions, but that is enough. You shouldn't give out so many second chances.

[stressed out little creature]

They also hate each other so fucking much AAAAAA I have a headache

I also wrote a small story with all of them in another post... I want to write some more small storys of mine if i could think of anything funny that happend and that would work in the Disco Elysium dialog style

you can also make your own skills if you want, i may be annoying but I believe in you <3 don't know what else I could add

[90sloverwithinsomnia]

Warrior's Descendants - Chapter 3/6

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense. Credits go out to the original creator AuspiciousAutumn. *Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

This work is suitable for Mature and has a WARNING of Graphic Depictions Of Violence, and draws inspiration from the fandoms of H.O.T.

The story is enriched with themes of Thriller, Abduction, Mystery and has Minor Character Death and Major Character Injury.

Characters:

Ahn Chilhyun (Kangta), Moon Heejoon, An Seungho (Tony), Jang Woohyuk, Lee Jaewon (H.O.T.), Eun Jiwon, Kim Jaeduck, Jang Suwon, Lee Jaijin, Kwon Boa (BoA), Park Jungsoo (Leeteuk), Jung Yunho (DBSK)

Summary:

H.O.T are so close to becoming an active group again, but not everyone is keen with them doing it on their own terms.

Chapter 3 - Resurrection:

Tony waited on the sidewalk for Woohyuk to come back. Why was he running after a cab?  He sent his friend another text.

Tony: Where are you??

"Sir?"

Tony looked up to see the apartment manager next to him. "Did you find Jaewon?"

She gave him a sad look, and sat down next to him. "Yes and no." Before Tony could say anything, she put her hand up. "He did make it to the building, and most likely to his apartment-"

"What do you mean?" Tony interrupted.

The building manager breathed out heavily. "The CCTV camera only goes as far as the elevator. However, it doesn't have any audio and can't see down the hallway to his door."

"But his shoes and his jacket were inside," Tony replied, scrambling to think of an explanation.

The woman nodded. "So, he made it to his unit."

Tony nodded, as she confirmed what he had suspected. "Okay, but did you see him leave his apartment?"

The apartment manager shook her head. "If he did, it was either through a window or the stairs. Neither of which make sense, especially since he didn't show up on any of the CCTV cameras in this building."

Tony wanted to ask why the stairs wouldn't have made sense, but then he remembered that Jaewon's apartment was close to twenty floors up. Jaewon is in shape, but that would have been too much for him. As for the window, the idea of that was also absurd. Jaewon is thin, but not thin enough to go through any of the tiny windows in his apartment. If he didn't show up on CCTV leaving, then that could only mean...

"Who else access to the CCTV cameras in this building?" The woman thought for a moment. "Nobody, just me."

"What about the landlord?"

The woman chuckled. "On paper he does, but he only drops by when he has to. To my knowledge, he's at his house in Jeju right now."

Tony huffed and looked around. "Is it possible that one of the other CCTVs nearby could have caught him?"

"It's possible, but that's a lot of cameras you'd have to go through." The woman shrugged and stood up. "I'll ask people to keep an eye out for him, but other than that, I don't think we'll be much help until you can get the police involved."

Tony bowed to the woman, as she departed. He looked around and tried to count how many cameras there were in the area. The idol had a feeling he would need a lot of help.

Just then, Heejun pulled up with his van and rolled down the passenger side window. "Sorry, I'm late." Tony hopped in, and put his seat belt on. "Jaewon's stuff was at home, but he's not there. CCTV captured him getting out of the elevator on his floor, but not of him leaving. Next step is to go through the CCTV cameras around this area to see if any of them show where he went."

Heejun nodded. "Where are Kangta and Woohyuk?"

Tony frowned. "Kangta had a schedule, so he left while Woohyuk and I talked to the building manager. But Woohyuk took off after a cab a few minutes ago."

"A cab?" Heejun questioned.

"Yeah, he just ran after it and hasn't responded to my texts."

Heejun's expression turned serious. "Which way did he go?"

Tony had to hold on to the car door, as Heejun raced down the street.

"Something's wrong," Heejun said, fishing his phone out of his pocket. "Text Kangta to get his ass back here, then text as many people as you know."

Tony nodded and started frantically typing, as Heejun patrolled around the area. Three people in, Tony just decided to send a mass text to everybody he knew.

Tony: Jaewon went missing this morning. CCTV footage shows him going in his apartment, but not out. However, he wasn't found at his residence, even though his shoes, jacket, and cell phone were still there. As of an hour ago, Woohyuk has also gone missing. Please keep an eye out for them and spread the word.

Tony's and Heejun's phones were being flooded with texts from alarmed idols, managers, friends, family members, and industry professionals. "I think we've got people's attention," Tony said.

"Have Kangta and Woohyuk responded yet?" Heejun asked, as he turned on another street. He desperately hoped to see one of their three members wandering around, but there was no sign of them.

Tony looked through his messages. "Nope. No response from either."

"Okay, then."

Heejun turned the van around and headed for the highway. "Where are we going?"

"SM."

Tony had he feeling he knew what Heejun was thinking, and he didn't like it. In the span of a few hours, they had lost contact with Jaewon, Woohyuk, and Kangta. However, the only one they (potentially) had a lead on was Kangta, so they were first going to check SM. If he wasn't there and nobody knew where he was, well, then at least they could get more people to look. Tony had tried calling the company while they were on their way, but he kept being hung up on.

"Heejun, we need to call the cops."

His leader nodded his head. "Let's see if Kangta is around first, then we'll go from there."

They arrived at the SM building over an hour later than they had hoped, due to hitting rush hour traffic. Heejun didn't bother trying to figure out where to park, he just stopped right in front and got out. Tony followed him, still trying to call Woohyuk.

They looked at each other for a second, then turned to go inside. They were about to reach the doors when Kangta's manager came out.

"What the hell is going on?" the man hissed. "You guys have been blowing up Kangta's phone AND I just got a call from Yoo Jaesuk asking if Kangta was okay."

"I don't know what Kangta told you, but basically Jaewon and Woohyuk were abducted, and we think Kangta is next," Tony replied quickly.

The manager's mouth dropped in shock. "WHAT? HOW?"

Heejun just shook his head. "We'll explain later. Is Kangta in there??"

"Yes, he's in a meeting right now," the man replied.

"Are you sure he's still in there? Wasn't it supposed to start a few hours ago?" Heejun questioned.

The manager waved him off. "You know what meetings are like, it's not out of the ordinary for them to go on for hours on end."

"Under normal circumstances, yeah, but we need to see for sure," Tony insisted.

The manager shook his head, but still motioned for them to follow him. "I'm going to get into so much trouble for this."

"Just let us do all of the talking," Heejun replied.

They were led through the building to a door. Kangta's manager looked back at them one more time. "If I get fired, this is on your heads."

Tony nodded sagely. "That's fine, we were looking to add someone to our staff. We'll talk numbers after this whole thing is over." The man cracked a smile, and knocked on the door.

The door opened and Kangta's manager bowed. "Is Kangta still here? It's an emergency." A man Heejun and Tony didn't recognize poked his head out and saw them. He looked at them in surprise, then at Kangta's manager.

"Is Kangta there? We need to know where he is right now, he's in danger," Heejun stated seriously.

The room broke out into hushed whispers. They heard footsteps approach, and Lee Sooman appeared at the door. "Heejun? Tony? What are you doing here? What the hell is going on?"

Heejun and Tony bowed to him. "There's no time to explain. Is Kangta in there with you?"

Lee Sooman shook his head. "No, he's in a meeting down the hall. What's wrong?"

Tony, Heejun, and Kangta's manager sprinted away without replying, leaving the former CEO bewildered.

"How the hell is he in another meeting without my knowledge?" Kangta's manager fumed. He banged on the door angrily, and shouted. "KANGTA, ARE YOU IN THERE?"

The door opened by-

Kangta.

Heejun, Tony, and Kangta's manager all sighed in relief. Heejun and Tony wrapped their arms around him.

"What's going on?" Kangta gasped, as he was crushed by his two friends.

Kangta's manager leaned against the wall. "Kangta, you gave us a heart attack."

"I gave you a heart attack? That knock you did scared the shit out of me!" Kangta replied, trying to pry away from his hyungs. "What's the matter with you guys?"

Suddenly, Kangta noticed someone was missing. "Where's Woohyuk?" Tony and Heejun gave him a look, and his mouth dropped open. "Don't tell me something happened to him."

Heejun rubbed his shoulder, as Kangta's manager handed him his phone. "After you left, he disappeared and hasn't been picking up his phone. And you weren't answering your phone either, so we were scared something had happened to you too."

Kangta gave them a pitiful look, understanding their reaction now. "Did the apartment manager turn up anything?"

Tony shook his head. "She confirmed that he got home, but not how he disappeared."

"Kangta, what are you doing?" The door opened wider and BoA's head popped out. She noticed Heejun and Tony standing there. "Is everything okay?" She looked at Kangta's manager, who shook his head. She was about to go back in when the door slammed against the wall, and Leeteuk appeared with an annoyed look on his face. "What are you guys doing here?"

BoA tried to pull him inside, but the other idol pulled his arm away from her. "You know you're not supposed to be here."

"Jungsu!"

Heejun frowned at the rudeness Super Junior's leader was showing. They normally got along okay whenever they met, so his coldness was kind of surprising. "You can finish you're reunion later, we've got work to do."

Kangta gripped his remaining members close to him. "Okay, okay. Just...I need to finish this meeting."

Heejun turned to Kangta's manager. "It might be better if he stays here. There's a lot of people around here, so if something happens, more people will see it."

Kangta and his manager agreed. "Alright, I'll call you when I'm out."

They hugged each other one more time - just in case - and separated.

Tony followed Heejun out. "What do we do now?"

"We need to see if anyone has found anything yet."

They got back into Heejun's van and saw that there were a lot of texts and voicemails they needed to go through. It took a few hours, but they finally had everything answered. It was close to ten at night by the time Kangta and his manager knocked on the window and climbed in.

"Okay, catch me up."

Heejun handed Kangta his phone. "Here are my notes. Basically, Jaewon and Woohyuk are still gone. Nobody has seen them and they haven't made any contact yet."

Kangta nodded as he read through what Heejun had compiled. "So, what now?"

Heejun shook his head. "Well, we still have to wait another day before we can file a missing person report on Jaewon. In the meantime, we try to see if any of the CCTV cameras in Jaewon's neighborhood picked up anything and wait. However, considering the time, we'll probably have to wait until around ten tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Kangta nodded, looking up at his leader. "Please text me when you guys get home."

Tony turned to Kangta. "I'd prefer it if you came home with me. I don't want you to be alone right now."

"I'll be staying at his place tonight, and talking to his building's manager in the morning to make sure she can watch out for anyone suspicious in the area," Kangta's manager piped up.

Satisfied, they waved goodbye as Kangta and his manager left for their own van. As Heejun drove away from the company, Tony leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. He wanted to get some sleep, but his phone started ringing. His eyes snapped open, hoping it was one of their missing members, but the name that flashed on the screen was Jaeduk's.

He instantly felt at ease when he heard his soulmate's voice. "Hey, when are you coming home? Did you find Kangta?"

"Yeah, Kangta is okay. And I'm on my way, Heejun is dropping me off," Tony replied, rubbing his eyes. Man, today had been such a long day.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Haven't really had the appetite to be honest," Tony sighed.

"Alright, I'll make some porridge for you."

Tony smiled softly. "Thank you."

"We'll find Jaewon and Woohyuk, okay? But in the meantime you can't neglect your own health, okay?" Heejun hummed in agreement to Jaeduk's words, and leaned over a bit. "We owe you guys once this is over."

There was a pause.

"Include Sechskies on your album, and you have a deal," Jaeduk cackled.

Heejun laughed, leaning back to his seat. "Fine with me."

"Alrighty then, we'll join be joining in with scouring Jaewon's neighbourhood with you guys at 9AM sharp. Bye~"

Tony laughed and ended the called.

Heejun patted his shoulder. "I know I had my reservations in the past, but he really is good for you."

Tony smiled widely. "H.O.T and Jaeduk both have my heart."

When they finally arrived, Heejun pulled him into a hug. "Text me when you get in, okay?" Tony returned the hug. "I promise."

Tony got out and went inside. He went to the elevator, but was disappointed to find a sign that said "OUT OF ORDER" on it. Groaning, Tony started to jog up the stairs.

The idol was grateful he had quit smoking because he wouldn't have been able to do this otherwise. He had just made it to the landing on the second floor when he noticed two guys blocking his way up to the third floor.

"Excuse me," Tony panted.

The men didn't move.

"Can I get around you, please?"

One of the men moved out of the way, and Tony quickly went passed him.

Suddenly, it felt like he was struck by lightning. Tony fell down the steps in front of him. He groaned as he rolled over and clutched his ribs, panting heavily. He saw the two men staring down at him with bright smiles on their faces.

"Aw, did you have a fall?"

One of the men kicked his stomach, completely winding him. Tony tried to yell for help, but then other man pulled out a stun gun and jabbed it into his side. Oh, so that was why he fell down.

After struggling to move for a few minutes, Tony shakily got to his feet and tried to run up the stairs.

But he felt something grip the collar of his shirt and yank him back. Again he fell down a flight of stairs. His head was and back were now aching as well.

"Please, stop," Tony pleaded. The men just stared at him in amusement.

The idol wanted to get up again, but he had a feeling that these guys were making a game out of his struggle. As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he looked up at them.

"Are you the ones who took my friends?"

One of them grabbed him by the chin. "Better question: 'Are you going to be the ones to slaughter my little family upstairs?'"

Tony looked at the man in horror, when he opened his jacket and showed Tony that he was carrying a gun. "Please, what do you want?"

The man smiled. "I just want you to come with me. If you are good, I won't even break any bones."

Seeing no choice, Tony accepted his situation and followed the men as they took him back downstairs. But by the time they reached the car that was parked in front of the building, Tony was starting to feel short of breath. Another man stepped out of the car and opened the door for him.

"TONY!"

He looked up to see the terrified face of Jaeduk. Before he could reply, he heard the sound of two gun shots and saw Jaeduk fall to ground.

"JAEDUK!" Tony screamed, as one of the men grabbed him and held him back. "JAEDUK! HELP! SOMEBOD-"

WHAM!

Tony slumped over on the ground unconscious. The man who had the gun put it back in his jacket and snapped his fingers at the other two.

The men chuckled, as they threw the fallen H.O.T member into the van and got in after him.

"Three down, two to go."

[ramdotexe]

some kim and harry doodles

[whaliiwatching]

revolutionary connotations…

[secretbangtnn]

Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

notes ~

So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

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Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”

[anextrapart]

“Do I Need To Watch Breaking Bad to Enjoy Better Call Saul?”

This is for @actuallylorelaigilmore who I told I would compile a bit of info on BrBa for so that she could jump right into BCS without watching it, but I figured others might have the same interest so here it is.

Short answer is no, you do not. I don’t like BrBa at all (nobody @ me, it’s exhausting to watch and Walter White is trash) and BCS is my favorite show. My knowledge of BrBa has been compiled from the few episodes I watched, some general pop culture osmosis, and skim-watching for all of the Saul scenes in season two and on.

But if you want some basic Saul-specific knowledge so you’re on the same footing as the people who did watch BrBa, this should be enough (and much of this you may have known already just from how prevalent BrBa is in pop culture). It’s a great time to start BCS since the mid-season finale of the sixth and final season is tomorrow night- you’ll have time to catch up and can then suffer the back half of season six live with the rest of us. 

BrBa spoilers obviously, but only in like a very loose and general way.

Saul Goodman (real name Jimmy McGill, although I think when BrBa was airing he only referenced “McGill” once and didn’t give a first name) is a defense attorney in Albuquerque, New Mexico. This is a description of him in his first episode: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvlEqAjg8aU and that sums it up pretty well. 

He makes low-budget commercials (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqnHtGgVAUE), wears brightly colored gaudy suits, has the dumbest haircut in the world (fun fact: that was Bob Odenkirk’s idea/fault), and is in a lot of ways the comedic relief on the show. The main characters Walt and Jesse are cooking and selling meth, and they hire Saul to be their lawyer and launder the money they make in the drug business (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhsUHDJ0BFM). He has a lot of shady contacts and is able to help them form some connections throughout the show, and is overall pretty down with doing scummy things. There is at least one point where Walt has done something horrible and Saul tries to back out of working for him anymore, but he effectively gets intimidated into continuing.

At the end of the series when it becomes clear that law enforcement has figured out where the meth money is going and that Saul is involved, he goes to one of his contacts known as “the disappearer”, who runs a vacuum cleaner repair business and provides false identities and relocation to people looking to escape the law. He sets Saul up with a fake ID and tells him he’ll be going to Nebraska, and that’s the last we see of him.

That’s... kind of it, really. There are a number of characters in BrBa that are going to show up in BCS, but most of them are in a “oh hey look who it is!” kind of way. So while it may go over your head, I don’t think it will diminish your enjoyment of BCS at all since BCS is a prequel.

Maybe one other thing to keep in mind about Saul in BrBa is that we never see his home or learn anything personal about him or about his life outside of work. One of the biggest mysteries as we move forward in BCS is the question of “where is Kim?” during the BrBa timeline, because she does not appear at all. Certain people will insist that this must mean she’s dead, but those of us with critical thinking skills recognize that since BrBa came first, the character of Kim had not even been invented yet*. And while part of the draw of BCS is seeing what exactly is leading Jimmy McGill into becoming Saul Goodman, I pretty firmly take the stance that Kim dying isn’t it. Frankly, the writing has always been better than that. The show might ultimately tear our still-beating hearts out of our chests, but I’m very confident that the way they do it will be extremely nuanced and well-written.

If anyone with more BrBa knowledge wants to add anything (or if I made a mistake!) drop a reply :)

*BCS wasn’t even in the cards until much later, the character of Saul was only intended to be in a few BrBa episodes in season two and then they extended it because everyone liked him so much

[heecyon]

Enhypen's little angels: First Day of Preeschool

Lee Heeseung

“You sure you have everything, buddy?”

“Yep.”

“Every single material?”

“Yep.”

“You sure you aren't forgetting anything?” Heeseung heard a huff from his wife, and turn on his heels to look at her.

“Seojoonie will be fine, trust me, I'm pretty sure he's ready.”

“But he's too small to go to school, can't he just stay with us another year?”

“Love, he's old enough to go to school, he's ready to go out there and learn. He needs this, we can't neglect his education.” He sighed at Mina's words, looking down at the child with bread cheeks.

“Come on buddy, let's go to school.” Seojoon nodded and grabbed his father's hand, with the other he grabbed his mother's pinky.

Park Jongseong

“Mommy, do I have to go in?” Mila saw the amount of kids running around in the classroom, while her petite form hide behind her mother's legs.

“Does she have to go in, Love? I don't think this is a good idea, she's way to scared.”

“Jay, I know she's scared, and I don't want to let her go too, but we can't skip this just because she's scared, that way she'll never go to school.” Bella scolded him a little, before looking at the scared child behind her.

“My love, I know you are scared, but look at the bright side, you'll make new friends, have lots of fun.”

“But I don't need friends, I have you and daddy and always have lots of fun.” She said with her eyes turning watery while looking at her Jay.

Jay and Bella looked at each other, while he rubbed the little one's shoulders trying to comfort her.

“You know what, baby? When I pick you up from school, we'll go for your favourite ice cream and when we get home we'll cuddle all you want.” Jay said brushing his nose on her cheeks making her giggle.

“Pinky promise?” She said extending her pinky.

“Pinky promise.”

Shim Jaeyun

“Papa, Papa!” Jacob ran to his father's arms, making Jake let out a little yelp.

“There's my handsome boy! Did you have fun? Did you behave?” The kid nodded when his homeroom teacher walked over to them.

“You have a very well-behaved boy, Mr. Shim. He participated a lot at class and made a few friends, he's a really sweet child.” Jake smiled at the teacher's words, feeling so happy and overwhelmed.

“Do you want to show your dad the drawing you made for him?”

“Yes, Miss Choi!” the kid ran to his seat grabbing the paper before running back to his dad and giving his dad the drawing he made for him.

He draw three human sticks in the paper which represented, Jake, Teagan and little Jacob.

“You did a great job baby, you are so cute, Let's go home.”

Park Sunghoon

The small family reached the school salon as Jin Ae saw the pretty decorated classroom, and a lot of students running around happily, others where being comforted by their teacher because of how much they missed their parents.

Jin Ae entered the class, she knew where she was going to seat, left her pink backpack on top of her seat and ran again to her parents side.

“Shoo! Shoo! Leave!” She said pushing her parents out of the classroom.

“Are you kicking us out, darling?!” Sunghoon asked as he smiled sadly.

“Yes, I am!” “You can go home now.”

“But what about our kiss, darling?” Hyeyoung said as she expected a kiss on the cheek.

Jin Ae kissed her parents cheeks, before going back inside her classroom.

Hyeyoung heard a snif before seeing that her husband was tearing up.

“Sunghoon are you ok?” He shook his head while more tears rolled down his cheeks.

“I guess I'm just emotional today.”

Kim Sunoo

“My babies!”

The twins ran into Sunoo's embrace, and then he placed various kisses on his children's head.

“Tell me everything about your day, was it amazing? did you have loads of fun?” Young-Jae nodded.

“It was fun until JaeJae starting stealing all of my new friends?”

“Well you were being really boring, so I helped them.” Jae gave a flashing smile to his sister showing his milk teeth.

“That was so rude!” She slapped her brother's arm, making Jae hiss.

“No! What did I tell you about slapping, Young-hee?” Sunoo grabbed his daughter's tiny arms.

“But I'm the oldest!”

Sunoo's gaze turned serious for a moment and Young-Hee had no problem, but looked down at her feet.

“I shouldn't slap my brother, because it's bad and rude.” She lowered her voice.

“Now cheer up my babies, let's go eat pizza!”

Yang Jungwon

As he reached the studio he couldn't help, but remember the cute kiss on his cheeks that Seung-hye left there.

“This your happiness kiss so you won't be sad.”

It felt like it was yesterday that he could finally pick her up in his arms after being several weeks in NICU, it felt like yesterday he could finally see her at least a little bit healthy, it felt like yesterday that she was so tiny.

“Have a good day at school, please take care. Appa loves you!” The feeling of finally seeing that she'll soon grow up was consuming his heart.

“Jungwon-ah, are you okay?” Heeseung and Sunoo approached him as the rest of the members put their eyes on him.

“Seung-hye is growing up and I didn't even notice.” He said with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Aw! Jungwon, it's normal to feel this way, she's your daughter and want to spend how much time you can with her.”

“Yeah, Sunno-Hyung, but I didn't know I would miss her this much.”

His members heart softened seeing how his leader was so emotional.

Nishimura Riki

“Hinata-San, please stop rambling and let me do your hair.”

“No!” Hinata ran upstairs to go to her room.

“Niki! Come help me with your daughter!” Niki ran to look for his daughter, finding the little girl seating at the edge of the bed with wet and blushed cheeks.

“Tiny... What's going on? I thought you were excited about school” He said patting his daughter's head.

“I was, but I know that you will leave me forever.” He frowned at his daughter's words, confused on what she was talking about.

“Who told you that, tiny?”

“Nobody, it's just that I noticed because you are taking me away.” Hinata pouted and with that Niki giggle a little bit before calming down.

“Hinata, you are just going there for a few hours and then will go back to pick you up.”

“Huh?” The girl was poorly confused, well absolutely confused at what was happening.

But then she pouted again and touched her lips, thinking.

“But who am I supposed play with if you are not there? Who am I gonna cuddle?” She said getting closer to Niki and hugging his waist making him smile.

“I'm pretty sure you are going to make loads of friends... As for the cuddles...”

“They're just for me and mommy exclusively.” He tickled her making her laugh, and then a cute smile formed throughout the rest of the day for the little one.

[knockknockchicagopd]

❛ BLACK JACKET WITH WHITE LETTERS ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Would I be able to request prompt 16 “You're mine. I don't share”. With Hank voight where they go to one of those police events and she works in his unit and they are a couple with her being younger and they dont have to be in police uniform so she wears a really nice dress and as he introduces her and talks to other people he knows, some of the men check her out and try flirt with her and he notices. Could there be a bit of smut if not that's cool to ❤❤

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 3k.

❚❙ Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

❚❙ General tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @inlovewith3 @ocetevasgirl @destynelseclipsa @miahelen @jadakiss13 @mcgreads @graniairish @teller258316 @i-love-scott-mccall @tclaerh. Hank Voight tag list: @sophie-writes. If you wanna be added to my tag list, send my a message! ⚡

Fortunately, it's been a quiet day, otherwise, you couldn't deal with a Districts event like the Commanders call them. A meeting that reunites every officer, inspector, detective, and whoever who wears ‘the blue uniform’; including special agents from the FBI. These last ones are the kind of man who pushes you out of your good mood with all that quackery about serving the whole country, the unlimited resources, the missions. Every time you hear a fed talking about how passionate and exciting their jobs are, you just want to punch their faces. Mostly, they're behind a desk while cops like you are protecting the streets of Chicago in the firing line. But, as Burgess and Upton said, it's time to have some fun. And anything else.

Since you don't have to wear that horrible uniform you use at official events, you have chosen a breathtaking black silk dress that fits your anatomy to perfection, falling from your chest, with a spaghetti strap neckline, to your ankles. And a pair of skyscraper highlights on the same color, with the small difference that the heels are tremendously golden. Your back is almost bare, being crossed by four fine strips, knowing it's going to give Hank some trouble. Oh, you're going to have so much fun tonight. You are very sure.

The soft make-up delights your cute, but lethal, outfit on point ready to leave Kim's house accompanied by your friends. You've arranged to meet at the party with the rest of the Unit since your future husband and Antonio needed to be from the start of the event, which means the three of you are going to earn more than some gazes by assisting alone, with no male figures by your sides. As if you need some kind of protection. Men (...).

Stepping out from your car and giving the keys to the parking attendant, who seems he's having a heart attack after watching you walk with so much cockiness and sensuality, you come into the party. The look you exchange with Kim and Hailey as soon as you check the reaction of the assistants, makes you draw a triumphant smile while raising your chin in some kind of greeting. You aren't going to stop now, leading your steps straight to your partners. Ruzek chokes on champagne with his eyes over Burgess, while Hank looks at you over the edge of his glass of bourbon taking a sip.

“You should work like that every day”. Antonio opines welcoming the three of you in his arms.

“I second that, brother”. Jay quickly adds making a toast with his cup of red wine.

“Bet you'd be the one who wouldn't work”. Hailey replies palming his chest, making you giggle.

In the meantime they continue arguing about the dress code, a strong arm gets placed around your lower back to push you somewhat closer, letting his hand fall over your hipbone. You know exactly what it means. Hank isn't the kind of jealous man, who needs to mark his territory like a dog. But you know that sometimes he feels insecure because of the age gap. He trusts you blindly, that's a fact, but he's human; he has fears and you understand it. Putting your left hand on the back of his neck, you caress his scalp almost unnoticeably, tilting your head to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek earning a satisfied grin from him.

“You look really beautiful tonight”. He whispers, watching you sideways as if it's a secret between you two.

“Thank you, Sergeant. I always try to do my best”.

Hank chuckles against his glass about to have a last sip till emptying it. Taking it from his hand, you pull yourself away to go to the bar and ask for two more drinks. You're thirsty and too sober to be a Friday night. Checking some emails on your phone while the bartender serves your order, you can't help but listen to some backtalk about your career. A couple of suited men combed as politicians and wrapped on a strong scent that throws your stomach. You try to ignore them until they're close enough from your position to offer you a hand in a formal greeting.

“Johnson and Derrick. FBI”.

The blonde one looks like a senior official, while the other looks like a newbie. Turning towards both, you come into the forced polite mood to stretch his hand firmly.

“(Y/L/N), Intelligence Unit, gentlemen. A pleasure”.

“The pleasure is ours, detective”.

“Special agent”. You correct him inevitably, even if it sounds arrogant.

“Special agent, of course”. Johnson replies with a nod of his chin. “I've read your file lately. I have no words to describe it. Graduated with excellent grades in Yale, two years in the Army, another undercover in a Cartel… And you also know how to fly a helicopter”.

“If you weren't from the FBI, I could think you've been stalking me like one of your serial killers, sir”. The sarcasm in your tone of voice earns your Unit's attention, very focused on the conversation between the feds and you.

“Who catches a monster without becoming one, right?”

The man introduces a hand under his jacket to offer you his business card. But you don't take it, just looking at it for a second before raising your eyes towards his.

“In your academy shows you to have the big balls to disrespect a Sergeant or a Chief, by trying to steal their officers in front of their faces? Because mine shows us to serve and protect the citizens”.

His gesture changes suddenly in a sight, hearing some chuckles behind you coming from Hailey and Kim. Raising both eyebrows as you don't get any reply back, you just nod before grabbing the two drinks you have asked for when they interrupted you. Coming back to your friends, you can't help but wrinkle your nose in a gesture of disgust earning more giggles from your partners. But it doesn't seem funny for Hank, who you know he's killing them in thousands of ways inside his head.

As the night passes, you notice Agent Johnson's eyes on you with no shame, starting to make you feel uncomfortable. Although you would be delighted to embarrass him in front of everyone, he has had enough from you. But this doesn't end there. Excusing yourself, you step to the terrace almost emptied to have some fresh air, knowing he's going to follow you. Maybe, to insist a little more. He was so interested in recruiting you to miss the chance.

And as you thought, he's that predictable. You don't turn because of his steps coming closer, but because he pretends to clear his throat to claim your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head to a side feigning curiosity with a forced smile showing up on your lips.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior. In my profession isn't habitual to find agents of your characteristics”.

“For sure, sir. It doesn't matter”.

“You could have an extraordinary career in the FBI”.

“I already have it where I am. I don't need schedules, cheap suits, and an earpiece to succeed”.

“I understand your relationship interferes in your decision, but you do—”.

“I'm sorry, you said what? Did you…? Oh, god, I can't fucking believe it”. You can't help but laugh shaking your head. “I don't have any relationship as soon as I wear my badge, sir. And you are starting to cross a line you don't want to cross. Believe me”.

“Ma'am, don't misunderstand my words, nor my intentions. I just think ma—”.

“Nobody asked you to think, Johnson”.

Raising your eyes over his shoulders, you can see your boyfriend sipping his glass of whisky, joining the talk as he tries to keep calm. You know Hank to perfection. If he wasn't your boss, he would have punched him already.

“If you continue pissing off my agent, we're gonna have a problem”.

The man just nods, alternating his gaze between the two of you. Seems that he has admitted his defeat.

“Beautiful and lethal. You're a son of a bitch with so much luck, Voight. Take care of this diamond. Or she will end up wearing a blue jacket with yellow letters”.

“Uh-huh”. He replies as you continue remaining silent.

Passing your boss away back to the party, leaving you alone, you can't hide the proud smile that turns your gesture into a funnier one. Taking short steps towards him, you steal the glass from his hand to drink from it under his attentive brown eyes.

“Blue isn't my color. Not at all. I'm more into black”. You whisper referring to the jackets you are used to wearing in the Chicago department.

“Hm…”

“Imagine having your badge hanging from your neck all day like a collar. Do I look like a dog? I prefer to have it on my belt. And I'm already used to the disgusting watered coffee we make in the twenty-one”. As you continue giving him more reasons, your forefinger traces a path up from his chest to his nape. “And I have so much fun driving my Dodge all around Chicago”.

“Anything else you wanna add?”

“Hm… no. Actually, not. That's all, sir”. You reply puckering your lips, pulling yourself away some inches with a playful aura wrapping you both.

“Now lemme tell you something here”. Hank says then, leaning over your ear. “You're mine, I don't share”.

His voice and his characteristic raspy voice gives you some chills down your spine bone. Biting your bottom lip unconsciously while he stands up, you know the party is over for you and it's time to go home. Holding your hand and taking back his glass of whisky, you walk inside to say your goodbyes before leaving the fancy place straight to the underground parking. You are not going to lie saying you don't love his dominant mood when the occasion demands it.

As soon as you reach your car, you can notice sideways Hank making sure you're totally alone. He doesn't usually take risks of being seen in public too lovey-dovey, but it's not about it this time and you can't wait for him to go ahead with his intentions. Of course, he doesn't make you wait for too long to push your back to the copilot door, attacking your neck in the meantime his hands grab your hips stealing you a low gasp. Hank makes himself between your legs, urging you to surround his waist with one of them to close the distance that separates you, feeling the need he has to mark his territory, as rarely he shows.

“Take me home”. You almost beg closing your eyes as his teeth are nailed on your most sensitive spot, earning a soft grunt that vibrates your body.

“I'm gonna take you here, sweetheart. Any problem?”

“Hell, no, sergeant”.

“Get in the car. Now”.

You don't complain, taking it as an order when he takes two steps back releasing your body and opening the back door for you. And the next minute passes too fast, rolling up your dress as Hank undoes his belt and unzips his pants. In just a sigh he's deep-buried between your legs. It's the first time you take this kind of risk, almost in public, and the horniness it produces is driving you crazy. With your lips almost touching the others, you moan uninhibited every time his hands on your lower back urge you to keep swinging your hips, sitting on his lap.

The way his eyes memorize every gesture drawn on your face has you breathless. It's a sensation you can't describe. Hank has some kind of power over you that you haven't experienced before, even if you think you're indomitable he always manages to make whatever he wants with you. And you know it. You let him do it. Just like right now, marking his territory with desirous bites and wet kisses all around your exposed throat. The most visible part of your body. He doesn't need to prove anything. He isn't the kind of man who needs to call out any other man who dares to lay his eyes on you. Everybody in this damn city knows you're more than his pupil and they're too scared to say hi, although there's always an exception to the rule. In this case, the FBI agents acting like carrion birds.

The mist clouds the windows, as the heat concentrated on your bodies makes you sweat slightly. Hank takes the control turning you under his body against the seat in a position that puts you to see the stars. Every move of his pelvis is accurate, hitting your g-spot, satisfied with how good his name sounds getting drowned between pleased moans once and again. With every push to your body, his dick is dug deeper through your tight wetness making him grunt into your ear, feeling more delighted than never before. And everything is because of the way you had to reply to that FBI agent in front of everyone, showing him how clear you have your preferences; not only because of your relationship, as Johnson pointed out. But because everybody in Chicago is aware that there's no better boss in law enforcement. There's no better Unit than the Intelligence one from the police department of your hometown.

As your legs get wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, one of his arms surrounds your middle back while his free hand flies straight to your throat. Keeping your eyes closed, the suffocating sensation within your lower belly continues growing with every thrust that steals the air from your lungs and races your heart over its possibilities. You're close. So close that your mind is a total blank, just focused on the way only he can make you feel. So good, so desired, so full of life. He knows it, he takes it in advantage. And he enjoys it more than anything.

“Oh, fuck…” Hank got you almost in tears because of the pleasure, traveling your hands to the back of his neck, nailing your nails there. “God… I'm gonna… Fuck, Hank, don't stop, please… Don't stop”.

“I won't, my love… Not till you give me what I want”.

His voice always plays dirty with your mind. The way he has to drag every syllable on his tongue with that husky voice that puts you to tremble, as he continues burying his hard dick inside you with no mercy, speeding up as soon as he feels your legs clung to his body slightly shaking. Because of the fewer insecurities he has about your relationship, he feels proud whenever he makes you reach that sweet sensation of the orgasm taking control of your anatomy. He doesn't care if he has to use his hands, his tongue… whatever. It's not only about sex between the two of you, of course not. But making you cum screaming out his name is an every-day-goal.

And you don't make him wait for too long, arching your back when a lash of heat hits your spine and the grenade inside your lower belly explodes. Your gasps fill up your car, while he continues fucking you harder than seconds before not showing any compassion to your exhausted body, looking for your lips to devours them desperately. His tongue starts a fight for dominance, winning over yours like every single time, in the meantime his fingers grips tightly your throat. Instinctively, you swing your hips in sync, provoking every move to go deeper among your shaky legs.

Hank can't hold it anymore, digging his cock to the limits of your guts, almost hitting your soul with a last strong lung. His warm seed fills you up completely, keeping pushing his body against yours, pressing both to the seat with his hands now placed on the headrest. It feels like a whole set of fireworks. Your moans complement his delighted growls to perfection.

“Don't move, please”. You beg with a thin voice thread, at the same time he rests his forehead on yours.

The two of you can barely breathe, trying to recover after an intense session of your favorite cardio workout. From nowhere, you can't help but giggle in unison. You can't believe you just fucked inside your car and with the risk of being caught in the act. A sergeant and one of his special agents. Even if it's your free night and you're in an established relationship, he's still your boss.

“I would miss working with you”.

“Huh?”

“If I get the FBI's offer”. You mumble, leaving clumsy kisses all around his face. “You're the best cop Chicago has”.

“You don't have to butter me up for a second round”.

Shaking your head briefly and laughing, you caress his scalp so gently as he sinks his face into your sweaty neck.

“Now you said so… maybe I have the fantasy of being bent over your desk”.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, just… maybe”.

“Then maybe I could bring you to my office, before going home. There's some paperwork to attend to”.

[a03-anxiousandafraid]

Game Follow-Up

AAAYYYYYYYYYYY SO~ 

It’s been a hot minute but a while back I did a little game where I asked peeps to try and guess what IP inspired me as a child to go from drawing cause it’s fun to drawing almost non-stop like my life depended on it. Link to post as a refresher: https://a03-anxiousandafraid.tumblr.com/post/676274652464758784/game-time

WELL I’M FINALLY WRITING A FOLLOW UP!! This’ll be a bit of a tangent so if you’re curious to know the results and what I’ve learned from this experience please expand and enjoy ⬇

So I was quite surprised by yall’s responses! I had honestly thought someone would guess it first try within the first hour but the fact that that didn’t happen really made me realize how much we as artists don’t necessarily see our stylistic growth and improvements. 

Some guesses included:

Owl House 

Full Metal Alchemist 

Ben 10 

Cartoon Saloon 

Avatar  

90s Disney 

Wild Kratts 

Kim Possible

and my absolute favorite comment from Nendil:  all I can conclude is "It's probably not anime"

So this spread alone had me super surprised! I wasn’t expecting so many western media guesses, but as I reflected on this it actually makes a lot of sense. This pivotal moment in my life where drawing became a consistent hobby happened when I was in the 3th grade, so fairly young. Since then, I’ve gone to college to learn Animation (studying in the U.S.) and am now two months shy of being in the field for 4 years, two of which I spent working in television. 

I had to offer up a hint to get people in the right direction ("I'm legit super honored yall think I have a Western style cause it means college did more for me than I thought it had”) and after said comment I had some people admit they were just guesses off the top of their head rather than based on my linework. (No shade at any of yall or at Eastern styles cause both you and said art is wonderful- I just have a hard time looking at my art and seeing improvement so it’s an hour to know I’ve grown since my middle school anime fanart days). 

SO! WHAT WAS THE IP??? 

It was Naruto. 😂😭😅

I remember the day it premiered on Toonami. My sibling dragged me from the dinner table to watch this “new cartoon” that was “so different from everything else we watch” and honestly it was the most inspiring thing my angsty 5th grader brain could possibly comprehend. I drew Naruto fanart like my life depended on it. Literally non-stop filled sketchbooks with cringe ninja content and even made my own OC. It was my middle school obsession and even after becoming a closet anime nerd in high school, I would still follow the manga updates online and draw fanart in my sketchbooks when nobody was around to judge me. 

I honestly didn’t think of pursuing animation as a career until my senior year of HS. Shippuden wrapped beginning of my freshman year at college and then I was smack front and center into the world of “you live in the US so you cannot be successful with an ‘anime’ style.” This is obviously some BS but it was said in my ears on repeat for so long that I actively tried to draw differently and that... felt like a disaster. The more I got into my major, the less I drew (ironic). I had two professors (wonderful people) who were from the Disney Traditionalist era that I wanted very badly to impress. The more I learned about animation and how animators draw, the more stress I felt trying to draw anything for fun. My style was changing even without much drawing and for quite a while it was discouraging in the most confusing way possible. 

It’s funny though... drawing now, even after everything, I still see stylistic decisions and linework resembling my pre-college era. If I’m sketching and being quick, it’s really apparent to me in things like the eyes and mouths. So for people to not call that out was intriguing. I’ve been trained to produce media under the western umbrella and YOU clearly see that instead of the deeply rooted cringe origins that taunt me with every stroke. 

It’s fascinating. I still have a long way to go when it comes to digital art (I’m still very clumsy with it and don’t spend enough time learning to render), but yall made me realize I’ve at least come farther than I’ve given myself credit for. And for that, I’m grateful. 

I’ll also be posting art for itcantbe, the winner of this fun experiment, as soon as I stop going overboard with it because I’m having too much fun with her request! :) Thank you to everyone who participated! <3 

[taephilia]

runaway

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader (feat. best friend jung hoseok)

genre: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, royalty au, enemies to something more? au

word count: 1,788

warnings: mentions of blood and murder, betrayal, alcohol consumption, profanity

a/n: for @heartsforbtsnet’s valentine’s day secret admirer’s event! this is dedicated to @pjmsdior​ because i’m her secret admirer hehe. sorry it’s so short, bella, but i’m slowly working on the original fic that i had planned for you so hopefully that’ll be out soon. i really loved talking to you and i’ll definitely be dropping by your inbox more often!! hope you enjoy!!

“Dear, at least try to look like you’re having fun,” your mother chastises you, poking at your back to get you to stand up straight. “This ball is for you, you know.”

“To announce my engagement to that buffoon of a prince,” you mutter while subtly rolling your eyes. They land on said buffoon who is currently chatting up a group of female courtiers, all of them in dresses that don’t leave much to the imagination paired with smiles and body language that suggest something a bit more sinister. The prince eats all of this up of course, giving them his most charismatic smile before it disappears behind the rim of the wine glass held delicately between his slender fingers.

For as long as you’ve known Taehyung, he has always had that same smile on his face, knowing that it will get him anything he wants and out of any sort of trouble he seems to have found himself in. On more than one occasion, you’ve seen him drink almost 3 days away, a third of his castle’s cellar demolished because of him. He’s missed out on council meetings, celebrations, royal announcements, appearances, and everything in between and nobody bats an eye. To them, His Royal Highness Kim Taehyung is the picture perfect prince. But you know better. You know that underneath that facade, underneath the mask and the costume that he puts on every day and night, you know just how cruel Taehyung can be. The scars on your best friend’s back and the feelings of powerlessness that you have to push down every single time you see him are a constant reminder.

Your eyes roam over to Hoseok who is standing with his back against the wall, eyes scanning over the entire ballroom until they meet yours. The hand gripping the handle of his sword relaxes before being raised up to wave at you. Beside him, his captain smacks him lightly on his side while shaking his head and even though you’re far away, you can practically hear Captain Namjoon’s quiet scolding to your best friend about not letting his guard down. Hobi nods along to whatever his captain is saying but you know that he isn’t listening since he’s heard the lecture from him practically every time the two of you are in the same room.

“How about a dance, love,” someone calls out to you and you look away to find none other than your soon-to-be-announced fiancé standing before you. His hand is stretched out towards you and although Taehyung looks like the picture of chivalry, the smirk on his face and teasing light in his eyes suggest otherwise. 

Your mother all but shoves you towards him and you have to fight the scowl that threatens to appear on your face the second you get within a foot of the prince. You place your hand in his and allow him to lead you to the dance floor, the slower song that was being played ending and giving way to a more lively waltz. Your other hand goes to his shoulder while his goes to your hip. As you begin dancing, you push his hand up to your waist with a pointed look while Taehyung just gives you an innocent smile.

“What?” he asks, head tilting a bit to the side. “Can’t get a little handsy with my fiancée? Or are you worried that your little boyfriend’s going to have a fit over there?”

Your eyebrows draw together at that. “Boyfriend?” you repeat. “What are you talking about?”

“That knight standing at the wall over there,” Taehyung replies, chin jutting out in the direction of Hoseok. “What’s his name? Hongjoong? You were practically eye fucking him before I asked you to dance.”

At that, your arms almost drop and your feet almost stop carrying you but Taehyung’s grip on you tightens and he practically drags you around like a ragdoll in the middle of the dance floor. “We were not-! Hoseok is my best friend,” you sputter out, looking at him incredulously while he just smiles down at you.

Taehyung shrugs without a word and spins you around, but when he turns you to face him once more, he’s no longer there. In fact, there’s no one around you at all. You stand alone on the dance floor, a single spotlight on you, and the sight in front of you makes your blood freeze in your veins. Your mother has thrown her body over your father’s, blood covering her dress while she screams and begs for him to wake up. Beside her, Taehyung’s father looks out at the dance floor with fear in his eyes as they meet yours. You’re torn between running up there and running away, but even if you were to make a decision, you don’t think your feet would be able to move anyways. So you’re stuck watching in horror as Hoseok steps out of the shadows from behind your parents with his face hardened and a look in his eyes that’s unfamiliar to you. 

The blood rushing in your ears is so loud that you can barely make out what he’s saying and even though you’re alone, there’s someone crying near you, Hoseok’s voice much quieter compared to theirs. The tremble in his voice matches the trembling of his hand as he draws his sword and faces the queen. “We no longer see the royal family as fit to rule our kingdom. We, the citizens, cannot stand to see you merging our beloved home with theirs, which many of us have escaped from during the war. You took us into your home, we swore loyalty to you, and now you expect me to forget the horrors I saw in the Hangsang kingdom?”

You hear a whimper and it’s only then that you realize it’s you that’s crying. You don’t fail to notice that Hoseok said “me” instead of “we”. Regardless of who suggested this coup, Hoseok has made it personal. His captain steps out of the shadows from behind Taehyung’s father and together they raise their swords and cut down both your mother and Taehyung’s father. A scream leaves your lips as you watch their bodies drop and a voice whispers in your ear, “Run.”

You’re gasping for air and you can feel your body shaking when you open your eyes but when you see Taehyung above you, you realize that he’s the one shaking you. “Finally,” he sighs as he stops, his hands lingering. “I was worried someone was going to come in here with you screaming bloody murder like that.”

When you sit up, it takes you a moment to realize where you are. Taehyung moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands leaving you, and you almost reach out to stop him as the chill in the air quickly settles over you. The room of the inn is small, housing only a bed that’s definitely too small for two people to sleep on and a dirty mirror hanging beside the door. What little of your belongings that you and Taehyung could bring or buy along the way are shoved in a corner and even with the full moon out tonight, the soot and grime covering the windows blocks out most of its light. When you look over at Taehyung, the bags under his eyes are most notable along with the stubble on his face. You’ve only been on the run for about a month now but you know that you look just as haggard and worn down as he does.

“Was it the same dream?” the prince asks, voice soft as he rubs at the scratchy fabric of the blanket between his fingers.

You rest your chin on one of your knees and wrap your arms around your legs. You’re still shaken and can’t even bring yourself to look him in the eye. “Isn’t it always?”

The two of you sit there in silence for a bit before you let out a huff and drag yourself out of the bed, taking the blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders. “I’m going outside for a bit.”

You know that you should stay inside, it’s safer especially with the amount of drunks that are probably still lingering in the inn’s tavern, but the silence is starting to feel a bit suffocating. No one pays you any notice as you walk down the stairs and out the door, the street quiet save for the occasional passerby. Leaning against the wall, you take a deep breath and allow the memories of the past few weeks to wash over you. It’s still hard for you to accept and you catch yourself having to do this more often than you’d like.

My best friend murdered my parents and my in-laws. Scenes of blood and swinging swords flash through your mind and you quickly shake your head. You don’t want to see that.

I’m on the run with the crown prince of Hangsang because people are trying to kill us. The weight of Taehyung’s hand in yours is something you’ve become all too familiar with, his long legs and fast stride always able to get the two of you out of whatever sort of trouble finds you nowadays. And out of everything that’s happened, from almost getting killed to stealing from markets, you think you’re most worried about the fact that you find comfort in Taehyung’s warmth now. You aren’t supposed to feel like this. He isn’t supposed to make your heart beat just a tiny bit faster whenever he smiles at you.

Taehyung isn’t as bad as I thought he-

“Come back to bed.”

Soft fingers trailing down your forearm bring you out of your thoughts and you know that the person standing beside you can’t be anyone other than the prince. Just as you have begrudgingly found comfort in him, he has also found solace in you. You don’t recoil when you feel his hand grip yours ever so gently, allowing him to do what he wants while he looks at you and you look up at the moon.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” you mumble. Your eyes don’t leave the sky but you squeeze his hand, letting him know that he has your attention all the same. “I’ve stared at the moon for my entire life, ever since I was a little girl, but it feels different now. Everything feels different now.”

“The moon has always been beautiful,” is all Taehyung says. And that’s enough—enough to draw your attention to him, enough to follow him back to your shared room, and enough to let him sleep beside you tonight, if just for this one night. 

[90sloverwithinsomnia]

Warrior's Descendants - Chapter 1/6

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense. Credits go out to the original creator AuspiciousAutumn. *Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

This work is suitable for Mature and has a WARNING of Graphic Depictions Of Violence, and draws inspiration from the fandoms of H.O.T.

The story is enriched with themes of Thriller, Abduction, Mystery and has Minor Character Death and Major Character Injury.

Characters:

Ahn Chilhyun (Kangta), Moon Heejoon, An Seungho (Tony), Jang Woohyuk, Lee Jaewon (H.O.T.), Eun Jiwon, Kim Jaeduck, Jang Suwon, Lee Jaijin, Kwon Boa (BoA), Park Jungsoo (Leeteuk), Jung Yunho (DBSK)

Summary:

H.O.T are so close to becoming an active group again, but not everyone is keen with them doing it on their own terms.

Chapter 1 - We Hate All Kinds of Violence:

"H.O.T Forever!"

Five Korean men clinked their glasses together, then drank the contents in one shot. They slammed their shot glasses down and smiled brightly at each other.

"We're finally doing this," Tony remarked, close to tears.

Woohyuk patted his arm. "We've endured so much, haven't we?"

Everyone nodded, soaking in the joyous occasion. After 25 years, H.O.T was finally going to promote as a group outside of SM Entertainment. They had finished recording the title song for their sixth album earlier that day. Kangta had made a post announcing it on their official Instagram page a few hours ago, and the members were delighted by how quickly news outlets had picked it up. Every time they refreshed it, the post gained another thousand likes and hundreds of comments.

Tony invited everyone to his house for dinner, and everyone had eagerly agreed to go. They ordered pizza, picked up a cake, and grabbed as much alcohol they could carry to his place. Three hours later, Tony's kitchen and dining area were a mess. However, nobody was bothered by it.

"You know, we're going to regret eating so much when we've all got to go back on a diet for promotions," Heejun laughed.

Jaewon put his head on his leader's shoulder. "I don't need to go on a diet."

Heejun threw his arm around the maknae. "That's because you workout so much. You know you're going to have to stop boxing for a while, right? You can't go on stage with a black eye." Jaewon just giggled in response.

"He's too good to get hurt," Kangta patted Jaewon's knee and smiled. "I missed this."

Tony nodded. "I know. When we reunited, I thought that was the best thing that could have happened to me. But then we did a concert, then another. And now, we're about release a new album."

"It's a dream come true," Woohyuk agreed.

Kangta looked around owlishly, "Where are your dogs? I just noticed that they weren't here."

Tony yawned. "Jaeduk took them on a play date."

Heejun smirked lazily, knowing Jaeduk too well by now. "Where did he go?"

"He said they were going to visit YG."

Jaewon smiled, still being held by Heejun. "Translation: Jaeduk took them to the recording studio just to bug Jiwon and everyone else along the way."

They all cracked up at this, knowing how much chaos tends to come when the Tony-Jaeduk household are around.

Someone's phone started vibrating, which caused everyone to stupidly move around to try to find where they put their phones.

"Mine," Heejun slurred, as he clumsily tried to open it. Tony leaned over to look at it. "Aw! She misses you!"

"Shut up," Heejun kicked Tony, as he replied to his wife. "I bet Jaeduk is pining for you right now."

The other man snorted. "More like he's plotting with Jiwon and Jaijin to make their album better than ours."

Woohyuk looked over at Tony. "Are they still holding onto that rivalry? We're all friends, and it wasn't like either of us started it anyway."

Tony poured Kangta and himself another drink. "That's just how he is. People think he's cute, but they don't know how much he loves starting fights and stirring people up."

"Except you?" Jaewon smirked, taking the bottle of soju.

Tony reached over to smack him, but Woohyuk grabbed the back of his sweater. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Heejun pushed Jaewon off of him. "It's been fun, but I've got to get going. Apparently my daughter has some ideas for the choreography of our title track she wants to run by me before she goes to bed."

Everyone went "aww!" and demanded that he send a video of it to them. After he promised to do so, their leader said his goodbyes and left.

The rest of the guys chatted for a bit, then Woohyuk called it a night too.

Jaewon and Kangta volunteered to clean up the place for their host. They were making progress until Kangta realized Jaewon had thrown the pizza boxes in the container for glass recycling. This caused them crack up and jokingly put more trash in the wrong places. Tony stopped them before they tried to mix their empty soju bottles with the food waste.

"I'm home!" Jaeduk called as the sound of the front door slammed shut.

Jaewon and Kangta abandoned their attempts at cleaning in favor of playing with the dogs.

Jaeduk stepped around them and smiled at Tony. "Want me to make some coffee?"

Tony gave him an exhausted look. "Please."

"How much did you guys drink?" The Sechskies member asked after he had taken off his face mask.

"I think we cleaned out the 7-11 down the street," Tony replied, hugging the other man. "How bad is it outside?"

Jaeduk pulled away. "Not as bad as it was earlier. I looked at the air quality before I left the studio, and it had gone down to 90."

Tony sighed. "Still bad though."

A yell caused them to both to turn to see both of their dogs were licking Jaewon's face on the couch, while Kangta was on the ground laughing.

"Maybe you should just dunk them in the shower?" Jaeduk suggested. Tony shook his head in response.

An hour later, the two youngest members of H.O.T were steady enough to leave on their own. Tony refused to let Jaewon leave until he promised to text him when he got back home. Originally they were going to call their managers, but then decided not to bother them. They both ordered taxis and said their goodbyes.

Jaewon could stop smiling. Things seemed to be looking up for him, and he was excited about this new chapter for H.O.T. No more lawsuits, no more unsympathetic SM executives telling him he didn't matter, and no more uncertainty on whether or not H.O.T would get to make music together again.

As the taxi drove to his apartment, Jaewon looked out the window thinking about the future.

"We're here."

Jaewon shook himself from his stupor and thanked the driver, before getting out. He rated the driver five stars on the KakaoTaxi app before closing it, and going inside his building.

He hummed to himself all the way to his door. When he got inside, the doorway light turned on and he took off his shoes. He went to the bathroom and washed his face, then he took his face mask and jacket, and threw them on a chair. Suddenly, he felt like he had forgotten to do something. Oh, yeah. He was supposed to text Tony.

He was about to grab his phone from his jacket, but then stopped. He wasn't alone. Suddenly, something was slammed across his mouth and nose. Jaewon coughed, realizing that he shouldn't be breathing in whatever was in front of his face, and fought his way free. He turned to see a man he didn't recognize holding a handkerchief.

"Who are you?" Jaewon coughed, feeling his knees buckle.

"Nobody. Just be a good boy and go to sleep."

Jaewon coughed again as the man approached him. The tall idol punched the man's stomach, causing him to fall backward. Jaewon scrambled to get his jacket, and clumsily ran to his door. His plan was to make it at least out to the elevator, where there was a CCTV camera. At this time of night, most of his neighbors were probably still out drinking or meeting with friends.

He had just gotten to his shoes when the man had gotten back to his feet and tackled him into the door. Jaewon felt his head and right hand hit the door as he fell. The man turned him over, and Jaewon spat at him - causing the man to recoil. The tall idol kicked the man's groin, which caused him to go down.

Jaewon threw open the door and landed one more kick on his aggressor, before running down the hallway clutching his wrist. He was about to round the corner when a blur came in front of his vision and he blacked out.

A man in dark clothing holding a baseball bat appeared around the corner. "And here I thought you were going to be easy."

He stepped over the bleeding idol and waved to the man coming out of the idol's apartment. "Don't worry, I got him."

"Good, that bastard wasn't as obedient as I had been hoping," the other man wheezed, clutching his stomach.

"Do we have to do a lot of clean up?"

"Nope, just minor scrubbing and item placement."

"Okay, I'll let the other guys know."

Both men moved to the fallen idol. The first man kicked his side.

"One down, four to go."

[taeyohonic]

stolen dances | chap. VI

summary: sometimes supporting the person you love is the hardest challenge you’ll ever face.

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: m

warning: two swearwords

additional tags: f2l, ceo!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook, shrink!yoongi, my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses (if the boss/secretary couple had happened), angst-y

words: 2000

links: prev. | next  [masterlist]

note: lower case letters intended

chapter summary: there are too many zeros for namjoon to decline

“yoongi warned me about this”, namjoon says while drawing lines across his coffee mug. you roll your eyes, clearly annoyed by your therapist. of course, he connected the dots as soon as you asked for his friend’s number.

“he warned you of getting a hefty tip? maybe even playing your own mixtapes in front of the music elite? in front of the kim seokjin?”, you answer with a sarcastic bite in your voice.

now namjoon is staring at you, calculating silently in his head. after a second to think, he responds.

“no, he warned me about dj-ing at your crush’s wedding while you’re coping with your shrink on the dancefloor… slowly moving your arms in chicken wing motions.”

you laugh at his description, surprised by the accuracy.

“don’t laugh… he had a whole diorama about this.”

your laughter is growing in volume as you try to imagine how yoongi glued wings onto a paper version of you.

“so… these few zeros won’t change your mind?”, you say and slide one of jungkook’s business cards across the table. your new barista friend takes the high-quality paper with caution. but then his eyes widen at the five numbers scribbled across your best friend’s name.

“no way”, he breathes, “this could finance my whole audition tape.”

you smirk at him, glad that taehyung didn’t lie to you when you asked him about the needed budget to audition. there is some pride in your posture, pleased at your wit.

“so, i can set up a meeting?”, you wonder out loud. the mocha in front of you is getting cold and your time is running away from you by the minute.

namjoon keeps staring at his payment, not fully grasping the reality of your offer.

“turn it around, joon”, you whisper. it’s the final blow as the barista sees the phone number on the other side. seokjin’s name is scribbled underneath with a winking smiley.

you’ve got yourself a wedding dj.

**

“i don’t know why we have to get another dj. what’s wrong with jae?”, jungkook mutters as he helps you out of your jacket. the candlelight inside this restaurant is warming your skin, a much-needed warmth because of the missing sleeves of your black dress.

you can hear your best friend sucking in a deep breath, his eyes burning holes into your bare shoulders. but when you turn around to catch his eyes, jungkook is looking at the tip of your nose.

“you look beautiful, _____”, he says in a distant tone. there is no emphasis in his words, but still jungkook doesn’t lie. maybe he forgets stuff, maybe he hides some information. but jungkook never lies. he didn’t say he baked the muffins – you just… assumed.

“really, ____”, your best friend repeats and hands your jacket to the waiter next to you. you smile at him in thanks.

“right back at you, handsome”, you say cheekily and pat his suit jacket. the dark green velvet looks painted on his toned arms and you can’t help the blush coloring your face.

there is a beat of silence before a cleared throat makes you flinch.

“your second party is already here, mr. jeon.” your waiter looks at you apologetic and you try to send him a reassuring smile in return.

“lead the way, then.” jungkook’s hand rests on your lower back as he pushes you in the dining room. his fingers press against your spine and you catch yourself leaning into his touch. it’s a maddening feeling, really. you try to collect your thoughts before spotting namjoon across the room.

“because taehyung slept with them", you whisper. jungkook snorts at your confession.

“who do you mean with them?”, he asks.

“both jae and the two follow-up candidates. he just… slept through the whole list of djs”, you explain. there is the tiniest part of you that is proud of taehyung for silently sneaking behind your back.

“why would he do that?”, jungkook whines into your ear and you snort at his pained expression.

“it was some kind of test. he listened to their playlists… one thing lead to another… it wasn’t pretty.”

“how ugly was it?”, he asks.

“you don’t wanne know… one of them cried on my voice mail two nights ago. like…ugly cried.”

“i should have been more help in the last months, _____. i’m sorry.”, jungkook confesses, recognizing what you had to deal with in the last months.

you squeeze his biceps, feeling the soft velvet under your fingertips.

“nah, you’ve got a company to run, jungkook. and you’re here now.”

“_______”, namjoon greats you warmly as you stop in front of the table. the barista looks so different not surrounded by the hefty smell of coffee. his green apron is gone – now he’s dressed in a beige colored cashmere sweater and some black pants. his hair his combed neatly and the dimples flashing you are making you smile softly at him. without missing a step, you hug him. the sweater smells faintly of vanilla and you feel yourself sniffing against his chest.

“glad you could make it, namjoon.” the musician and part time barista smirks down at you. why are all men around you that much taller? you need more yoongis in your life.

“yeah… kind of afraid to get another powerpoint in my inbox.” you snort. nobody values your powerpoint skills enough.

“i adore her slides a lot”, your best friend offers from behind you. you flinch at his cold tone, not surprised to see his face matching his voice. jungkook always wears his emotions on his sleeves.

still, to see him this tense when meeting a new person worries you. taking a step away from namjoon you move closer to your past idol. jungkook takes your elbow and pushes you against his side instantly.

“why don’t you introduce us, _____?”, he orders while looking at your barista with distrust.

“of course”, you start and try to escape namjoon’s raised eyebrow at jungkook’s hands on you.

“jeon jungkook, meet kim namjoon, your newest wedding dj", you say with faked enthusiasm. only your recent therapy helps you suppress the jazz fingers you want to make as an ice breaker.

both men stare at each other in silence. you feel some curious glances at your back while your group just stands in the middle of an overpriced restaurant.

“nice to meet you, mr. jeon. congrats on your engagement”, namjoon says and bows to your friend. jungkook takes a second too long to respond, just letting the man bow in front of him. it’s a power move you don’t care for, so you use your elbow to poke him.

“ouch, ____”, he whines lowly, but bows as soon as he sees your hostile eyes.

“thank you, mr. kim.”

again, there is a tensed silence you do not understand. soon, the waiter saves the moment.

“why don’t we get you seated and then i can bring you a bottle of your favorite chardonnay on the house?”

you could kiss him right now, because both men sit down instantly as the waiter moves your seat for you.

“thank you”, you whisper and feel him smile at you reassuringly. then he is rushing away to get enough alcohol for this table.

“i didn’t know you two know each other”, jungkook says. there is accusation behind his words and you feel yourself shift on your seat. did you have plenty of times to tell him in the last two days that the newest candidate is a friend of yours? sure. did you take the easy way out and just… emailed him the info? maybe.

“it was in the folder i sent you yesterday”, you mutter. namjoon watches the two of you with interest just as jungkook nudges your shoulder.

“would have been nice for you to tell me in person, ____”, he says softly, no longer mad at you. he sees how tensed your shoulders are. jungkook doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. this joined wedding planning should be fun.

“how did you two meet?”, he asks, directed at the other male across from you.

“she went to one of my gigs”, namjoon explains and smiles at jungkook. you silently applaud his professionalism. first, he congratulated jungkook on his engagement, then the second comment leads straight to his musical work. and not a word about your shared friend, yoongi.

“you do music?”, jungkook asks, now more interested.

“remember the playlist from last weekend?”, you say and smile at the waiter filling your wine glass.

“the one during our movie night?”, jungkook asks and takes two ice cubes from the wine cooler to wordlessly mix them into your glass. he knows how much you like your white wine iced and watered. for the first few months of your friendship, you felt so out of place in jungkook’s world that you didn’t voice your preferences. then, during an outing with jimin at a grungy bar downtown, you shyly asked for extra ice. he still smiles at the memory.

“don’t call it a movie night. i haven’t seen us watch one movie in the last year”, you snort. most of the times seokjin makes a mean meal and your friends stuff themselves full of carbs. then you are all talking with rounded bellies, maybe someone demands a rematch on jungkook’s playstation.

“so, you played some of his songs last saturday?”, jungkook asks.

you nod at the memory. “yeah, it was the one where seokjin slutdropped in front of me.”

namjoon snorts at your words. “kim seokjin slutdropped to one of my songs? can i get that framed?”

now even jungkook smiles kindly at your barista. “i don’t think you need to. you’ll be able to see it with your own eyes at the wedding.”

after that the dinner is more enjoyable. you are gobbling at a hot cheese string of your lasagna when it happens:

jungkook is talking to namjoon, eyes gleaming as he tells him about the first dance.

“i really want it to be a remixed version of spring day”, he explains. “it was the first song i co-wrote for my group.” namjoon nods and scribbles a few words on his ipad.

“the remix from your third album?”, the dj asks. you are impressed by namjoon’s knowledge of bangtan. there is a fangirling part of you still feeling very protective of your favorite idols.

jungkook shakes his head. “nah man, it’s way too outdated. it was like… seven years ago. why don’t you play a bit with the sound?”

you have never seen a kid in your class as excited as namjoon right now. the barista looks like jungkook just gave him a disney all exclusive ticket. and maybe it is on the same level when a highly awarded idol lets you remix one of their song.

“you’d trust me with that?”, namjoon whispers. you munch on your cheesy treat as jungkook nods.

“obviously i’d check it out beforehand… but, your mixture sounds cool. it’s fresh. maybe you can even add some rap parts yourself?”

you push another spoonful of lasagna in your mouth while namjoon stutters in front of you. it’s like cinema without the popcorn.

“you want me to… add to your award-winning record?”, he whispers in awe at the former idol.

“why not? just try your best; if it’s not working out, we can just switch to an acoustic performance from the other members. maybe jimin can cover my high notes”, jungkook muses and looks at your full cheeks with a smile. you grin back at him, clearly happy with his trust in your friend.

“may i have yoongi help me with that?”, namjoon asks in excitement. your greasy smile drops from your lips as jungkook’s head moves back to namjoon, not noticing the dread in your face.

“huh?”

“you know, most of the times the two of us work on music together. yoongi is really, really good with lyrics.”

it’s like seeing an accident happening in slow motion. there is nothing you can do other than chew as fast as you can.

“yoongi?”, jungkook asks and the hot tomato sauce burns your throat as you swallow your food.

“yoongi, you know? _______'s plus one?”

 ______

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The Christmas Party ~ KNJ [M] [Day Thirteen: Advent Calendar]

WORD COUNT: 4.4K

GENRE: Smut, fluffy, enemies to lovers, college AU, non!Idol au

PAIRING: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

The dress you were wearing looked perfect for the night, it was just a small Christmas party with family and friends but with your family that meant everyone judging one another for what they had and hadn't accomplished in life. You, like every other year, were judged because you didn't have a partner or were there alone but that was your choice. You gave them the same excuse every year, that you didn't need someone else in your life to make you happy only this year you didn't want to have to give the excuse again. Which was why you and your best friend from college had come up with the plan to get out of the excuses this Christmas. Jin was going to come along and pretend to be your boyfriend on the condition you go along with him to his family party and pretend to be his girlfriend. A loud buzzing came from your phone and you smiled seeing Jin's name pop up on the screen,

"I'm just putting on the heels and I'll be down." You practically sang down the phone. Normally you would dread going home to see your family with this sort of thing but somehow Jin seemed to make every event fun no matter how boring it may be.

"About that..." There was a sense of guilt in his voice and you knew something was wrong instantly, your heart fell flat as you thought about turning up to the party alone.

"Kim Seokjin if you tell me I have to go to this party alone I will-"

"You're not going alone, I just can't get there. My car won't start but there's a car waiting for you, just get inside and I promise everything will work out," He cut the line before you could question who he was sending you to the party with, you glanced out of the window to see Yoongi's black jeep waiting for you. He told you he had a football game tonight with the college team so why was he now taking you? You sighed grabbing your purse and rushed down the stairs making sure to flick off all the house lights as you headed out to the car.

"I thought you said you had a game!" You yelled excitedly getting to the passenger side door when you saw Yoongi and Hoseok dressed in their football gear,

"Back," You frowned as you looked at them, it was clear they hadn't been to their game yet since they were both clean and looked irritated about being there. You held a breath hoping it was Jungkook, Jimin, or Taehyung in the back of there anyone but-

"Namjoon," You whispered staring at him as he stared at you, he looked just as impressed as you did at this point but that was because neither of you wanted to be next to one another.

"The gas is running, I'm going to be late." You slammed the door and left the middle seat between you and Namjoon unoccupied. Namjoon eyed you up from the side and smiled on the inside, you were dressed in a long-sleeved backless red dress with some black heels. Even though he wasn't your biggest fan and in fact, you hated one another there was no denying that you looked amazing tonight. Even your hair looked fantastic but as soon as you could feel his eyes burning into you, you looked up and he looked away from you not wanting to get caught.

"You're going to have to talk to one another sooner or later," Hoseok reminded you as he turned around to look at you. The realisation that he was right was starting to hit you so you turned to Namjoon.

"I know we don't like each other-"

"Biggest understatement of the year," You bit your tongue as he cut you off from talking, it was one of the many, many things you found irritating about him. The way he would always cut you off when you were trying to speak, or the way he would always insist he was right even if he was blatantly wrong.

"I don't like you, you don't like me okay. I don't know how Jin roped you into this but you're here, let's just pretend we can stand to be in the room with one another for one night." You sighed turning away from him and checking your phone, sending Jin a lengthy message about how he owed you a lot for this one.

"Do I need to know anything about you?" He questioned as Yoongi pulled into the large driveway of your house, you took in a deep breath and Namjoon could tell there was something bothering you about being here.

"Family are a little much, they don't understand privacy and most of my cousins hate me so I mean...You'll get along great." You whispered when someone came to open the door, of course, your parents had hired people to serve the food and make sure people were arriving safely.

"You're rich?" Namjoon questioned as he came to your side and linked your arms together if he was going to play the role he was going to start now.

"Kind of," He scoffed as you answered them and you stared up at him as you walked to the front door,

"What was the scoff for?!" You felt offended that he'd done that to you, there was no secret about how Namjoon felt about you. He'd made it clear from day one that he thought you were nothing but a stuck up girl in college, who's mummy and daddy paid for you to get into the college of your dreams when it couldn't have been further from the truth.

"Typical, you really are just that stuck up little rich bitch," The door swung open right as he finished his sentence so you didn't have time to sit and accept the fact that he was openly insulting you. This was how it always was with Namjoon, the snide remarks about who he thought you were when in reality he had no idea about you or your life.

"Y/n! My little angel! And who is this!?" Your mother screamed drawing the attention of about 4 different aunties and 8 of your female cousins who were all eyeing Namjoon up the second your mother let him go from the beat hug she'd engulfed him into.

"I'm Namjoon, Y/n's boyfriend. Did she not tell you about me?" He placed his hand on his chest pretending to act hurt at the fact that your mother didn't know him, your mother frowned as if she was trying to remember his name.

"She told me about a nasty Namjoon at college-"

"Not this one, this Namjoon I love," You lied, wrapping your arms around Namjoon's waist and plastering the biggest fake smile you could manage but your bitchiest cousin smirked as she watched.

"Look what they're standing under aunties!" She screamed, your eyes slowly looked up at the ceiling along with Namjoon and you could feel the tension rising, everyone turning to stare now. All your uncles, your father, your siblings, everyone.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Everyone began clapping and stomping as they chanted together waiting for a kiss to happen, you nervously laughed and shook your head.

"N-No, Namjoon isn't really into PDA...And I just-" You were cut off when Namjoon pulled you into a tight embrace and cupped your face in his hands,

"Shut up," He whispered as he bent down to kiss you lovingly, your eyes fluttered shut and you felt your heart begin to pound rapidly. Namjoon smiled against your lips as he felt you getting into the kiss, he licked your bottom lip to which your parted your lips for him and wrapped your arms around his neck,

"Enough! I don't want grandbabies yet," Your mother slapped you and pulled you away from one another making all of the attention got back onto her as she walked into the well-decorated house.

"Looks like Santa's grotto in here, do your family love Christmas this much?" Namjoon questioned as he looked around at the hanging lights, tinsel covered railings and a small tree in the corner of your foyer.

"Christmas mad," You stuttered out as you were still trying to calm your heart rate down from the kiss you'd just had with Namjoon, it had been one of the most amazing kisses of your life and it was with someone you couldn't stand to be with.

"You alright?" He questioned once he noticed how quiet you were being in front of him, you nodded and held your throat.

"Need a drink, a strong one." You pushed your bag into his hands while you walked over to the bar, downing the first four shots you could see sitting at the bar in your kitchen. It was going to be a really long night if your family were going to be hanging around Namjoon the way they were, your cousin was already flirting with him.

A couple of hours had passed and you were sitting beside Namjoon while your drunken sister flirted with him in front of you,

"I'm flattered but I am in love with your sister-"

"How did you two meet?!" Your cousin - Mina - had been suspicious of you since the moment you both walked through the door. She could tell that had been the first time you kiss, it was far too awkward on your part to have been a kiss you've experienced more than once together,

"College friend," Your voices chorused together but Mina just hummed and moved closer to you, you could already tell she knew this was fake and was finding the best way to torture you with it.

"What's Y/n's middle name?" Namjoon arched his brow as Mina began to question him about you, it was like being on a game show but you sat back in shock as he hit back with all the correct answers one by one,

"What's the one book Y/n has in her dorm room she loves but won't tell anyone?" Mina licked her lip, she knew nobody would know this one since you rarely let anyone into your dorm room. Your heart sank at the thought of the plan being ruined so quickly.

"Easy, she keeps a copy of twilight stuffed under her mattress," Your mouth fell open along with Mina as you stared at Namjoon, not even Jin knew the book you read as you guilty book and where it was kept. It had been your dirty little secret for years,

"Mina!! Your turn for pictures!" Your auntie screamed making her leave you alone as you stared at Namjoon for some kind of explanation as to where he'd gotten all of the answers from. But Namjoon knew you a lot better than you thought he did, he'd been best friends with Jin for years which meant when Jin was getting to know you so was Namjoon resulting in him being able to pass as a best friend or boyfriend even though he hated you.

"I don't even know your favourite food," You whispered as he turned to look at you he just winked at you as he went to get a drink. The thoughts about the kiss you shared before were rushing back to him, he wished he could do it again and was trying to plan some way of getting you back under that mistletoe again soon.

The night was dying down which meant soon you would get to leave,

"I'll call Yoongi to take us both back," He went to stand up when your father came over to you both and wrapped his arms around either of you.

"I want to talk to you about something," You knew what was coming with a simple sentence like that from your dad and your eye widened in fear,

"Dad- No, Namjoon doesn't need to hear this-" Your dad held his hand up to tell you to be quiet and turned to face Namjoon, his eyes widened in fear as your dad stared up at him.

"I heard stories about a Namjoon from her college, he'd been torturing my girl for a few years now. Nothing much...Just name calling and small jabs but if I find out that you're the Namjoon making her life like that-"

"I promise sir, I would never do anything to hurt your daughter." Your father smiled and shook Namjoon's hand, thanking him for coming tonight and being brave enough to show his face.

"Y/n, it's snowing. I don't think you and Namjoon should be going home in that. Your room is all made up." This was like something out of one of those cheesy romance books, it was always the cliche 'there's only one bed so I guess we'll share' but that was not happening tonight,

"Thanks, mum, we'll go up now." You pushed Namjoon up the staircase as he yelled goodbye to remaining family members. You pushed him into your room and slammed the door behind you,

"Eager?" You rolled your eyes at him and looked around your room, you hadn't been in here for a couple of years. Whenever you came home on breaks you'd sleep on the sofa since your room was mostly used for storage most of the tears it was a wonder why they'd cleaned it out tonight.

"Pretty curtains," You rolled your eyes as he smirked at the blackout curtains with the playboy bunny in neon pink around it.

"Shut up, like you had the perfect bedroom." You scoffed going over to the wardrobe to find something you could wear, you threw Namjoon an old shirt of your dad's and grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top for yourself.

"I don't have much for pants so you'll have to sleep with your-" You cut yourself off when you turned to see Namjoon in your dad's shirt and his boxers, your eyes were drawn to the large bulge but you moved away before he noticed.

"Enjoying the view?" He quipped only to be met with a pillow to the face as you began giving him pillows and blankets to sleep on the floor with.

"What if someone comes in?" He questioned as he began laying down the blankets and pillows next to the bed,

"Then we're in a fight and that's why you're on the floor," Your voice came out shakey as you began making your bed to sleep in, you couldn't help but feel bad for making him sleep on the floor in the middle of December but you pushed the feeling down.

"Namjoon?" You called out later in the night, you'd both been laying there in silence for the last two hours not being able to sleep,

"Yeah?" He was shivering, you could hear his teeth chattering and you looked down at the floor,

"Are you cold?"

"Freezing," He stuttered out so you moved over and opened up the covers telling him to get inside. You were cold as well,

"Thanks," He whispered snuggling down behind you without touching you,

"How did you know about the answers to all of those questions?" It had been bothering you from the moment he started answering them back to your cousin,

"I've known you just as long as Jin..." He was trying to play it off but he knew you weren't going to believe him,

"You hate me-" You tried to say but he cut you off not wanting you to believe that. He'd never in his life hated you, in fact, he'd had the largest crush on you since he met you but the stuff he heard about you made you hate him. His feelings went from crushing on you to forcing himself to hate you and make you out to be the bad guy when you weren't,

"No, I don't far from it. You hate me though," He whispered back to you, you turned over to lay on your side so you could face him properly. Even in the dark, you could see him,

"Far from it? What does that mean? I- I don't hate you, I thought you hated me so I just went along with it." Admitting this to him felt like it was lifting a weight off your chest and you stared at him,

"So we've hated one another for three years without any real reason?" He questioned while he stared back at you, he started laughing softly so he didn't want to wake up anyone in the house since it was getting so late.

"I've had the biggest crush on you since the moment I met you and you're telling me that-"

"You had a crush on me?" You whispered in shock as he admitted it to you, he nodded shyly and you smiled moving closer to him and kissing him softly.

"I've had the biggest crush on you too," Your voice came out as a whisper again and he chuckled bringing you closer,

"That kiss...Downstairs, did you feel the sparks?" He questioned, cupping your face in his hands as he ran his thumb along your smooth skin,

"I did," Your arms wrapped around his neck as you answered him and he smiled bringing you into another loving kiss, this time neither of you breaking away from it as it began to grow in passion with each passing second. His hands rushed down to the edge of your shirt and you hissed as his cold hand came into contact with your skin,

"I'm sorry, is this too fast? I'll stop," He panicked thinking maybe he was moving too quickly, going from enemies one second to making love on your childhood bed was probably giving you whiplash.

"No, your hands are freezing," You laughed and he smirked at you, even in the low lighting you could tell he was smirking back at you.

"Let me warm them up?" You could practically hear the cockiness seeping from his tone as he ran his hands up the inside of your shirt and began playing with your breast. You whined out softly as your nipples hardened under his cold touch, he began to tweak with them and pull them listening to see what kind of sounds you made for him.

"Such pretty sounds," He whispered in your ear as he began kissing down your neck and sucking on the nip of your neck, you whimpered as he tugged harshly on one nipple and ran his thumb softly over the other.

"S-Shit, Namjoon," You panted as he began running one hand down your stomach and towards the pair of flannel shorts you were wearing.

Within seconds you were both stripped naked under the sheets together and you flipped over so you were above Namjoon,

"I want you in my mouth," His mouth fell open hearing the words come from you, he never would have expected it. You kissed down his body running your hands over his toned arms and chest as you kissed him until you got to his length. You almost choked at the sight of it, he was so large - larger than you expected him to be and your mouth watered at the size of him.

"It's rude to stare," He winked at you watching as you took him into your hand and began pumping slowly. Swiping your thumb over the head as he hissed at you,

"T-Take me into your mouth," He whispered as you looked up at him. His eyes were dark so you smirked licking around the head. The flat of your tongue touches the rim of his cock and he fights back the loudest groan not wanting to wake up anyone in the house but your family were like the dead once they were asleep. You smirked as you began taking him deeper into your mouth until his head hit the back of your throat.

"Shit," He grunted watching you as you began to bob your head up and down on him. Namjoon inhaled sharply as you pulled off and licked from the base along the vein that was prominent on the side of his cock,

"Fuck." He stuttered out, bucking up his hips as you took him back into your mouth. He pushed you down more and you hummed around him wanting him to feel the vibrations and he grunted loudly. Namjoon starts to thrust into your mouth as he watches you, being careful not to hurt you as his cock filled your mouth. You pulled your hair back and nodded softly at him to tell him that it was okay and he began to push in and out of your mouth. Watching the way your lips wrapped around him and you took him perfectly well,

"Shit, shit, shit," He hissed as he began to twitch in your mouth from the sight alone, his hips began to pick up speed and you fought back the gag that was trying to escape your throat. The vibrations almost sent him over the edge so he pulled away before he could cum,

"W-What are you doing?" He could sense the disappointment in your tone,

"I want to be inside of you, need it." He panted as he got up and hovered above you,

"Condoms?" He questioned, you pointed at the small nightstand beside your bed and he pulled out a box, checking the date on them before ripping one open and sliding it on.

"You're sure about this?" e questioned as he held himself at your entrance. You whined bucking up your hips to try and get him quickly but he pulled away at the last second making you whimper,

"I'm sure, just fuck me please." He smiled down at you and kissed you softly running his tongue along your bottom lip as he slowly pushed into you, you bit into his shoulder to stop yourself from crying out at the stretch of his cock.

"S-Shit, hold it." You whimpered letting a tear roll down your cheek as he hit your hilt, he kissed your cheeks and then your lips lovingly.

"I can stop-"

"No, it's good, just...Just big." You moaned out as the stretching pain began to fade and was replaced with pleasure.

"Move," You urged him as you brought him into a passionate kiss, your fingernails digging into the back of his head as he began thrusting in and out of you slowly. Filling you up as he pushed in and out of you his cock hitting your hilt with ease,

"F-Feels so good." You whimpered as he started to pick up on his thrusts going from small ones to a faster pace, you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him deeper and arching your back off the mattress,

"Oh shit," You moaned loudly looking up at him as he grunted, you were clenching so tightly around him it was like a vice was around his cock but it only encouraged his movements as he began dragging his cock out of you quickly and pushing back into you.

"Yes," You moaned out into his shoulder as you tried to be as quiet as possible but it made him chuckle watching you struggle to stay quiet.

"Precious," He chuckled trailing his hand down your body and rubbing your bud in circles making you moan out his name as you began to get lost in the intense feeling he was giving you.

"F-Faster," You begged out as he bent down to kiss you, he smirked kissing you passionately as he began to drill into you quickly, angling one of your legs in the air so he could hit deeper into you.

"Namjoon! Fuck!" You cried out, completely losing yourself in his relentless thrusts, his name was the only thing you knew how to say.

"I-I'm-" He kissed you knowing what you were going to say and you dragged your nails down his back, digging into his skin and he let out a grunt as he picked up his thrusts. Slamming in and out of you so fast your bed was hitting the wall behind you -- thank god for it being utility room.  

"Cum for me angel," You looked up at him weakly and kissed him deeply wanting to feel him as close to you as possible as he continued to ram into you.

"F-Fuck, fuck," You whimpered as your hips began to buck up from the bed and you could feel your orgasm fast approaching you.

His thumb continued to rub circles into your clit and you went over the edge bucking up wildly as you clenched around him, your nails digging into his skin as he kissed you to drown out your moans. He continued thrusting until he emptied into the condom and whined out as he pulled out from you.

The next morning you woke up to a cold and empty bed, you clutched the sheets around your body looking for a sign of Namjoon but the bedroom was empty. Your heart sank at the thought of it all being some kind of big joke to him but the bedroom door opened and Namjoon backed into the room carrying something,

"Morning," He whispered when he said you awake, you smiled at him and moved over so he could sit down beside you on the bed. He'd dressed you in his shirt from the night before.

"Your dad gave me some clothes to go home in, Yoongi will be by in about two hours. Here," On the tray was a bunch of breakfast foods and some hot drinks, along with some pain killers.

"I thought you could use them, I told them I had a headache." You could feel the heat begin to rise to your face as you thought about the night before with him and he smirked leaning down to kiss you.

"Tonight when we've both showered and stuff and you've thanked Jin for this...Cause I know I will, I'll take you out...How does a movie and take out at my dorm room sound?" You laid your head on his shoulder as you bit into the slice of toast on your plate,

"Sounds terrific." You admitted as he began sipping on the coffee in front of him, he leant back against the bed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Those curtains are still hideous," You rolled your eyes playfully at his comment and he chuckled at you making sure you took the painkillers and had something to eat.

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[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

1st of all, amazing chapter cap. I woke up from a nap to see the email telling me it updated and it was amazing.

2nd, fuck you. How dare you not tell us who Grim is, I feel betrayed. But like also great story telling, kagami wouldn't know who the fuck they are because shes not around much. But still, fuck you.

3rd, early congrats on 1k kudos for Panthera, you deserve it. Your writing is amazing and you deserve all the kudos on ao3.

Alright I'm done with the numbers ima start theorizing now.

The identity of Grim

So my first point is that Kagami didn't know who they were, or at least not their name. This eliminates the gang(we sorta knew it wasn't any of them, but I kept them in mind because idk what kinda shit you were gonna pull), and Luka. Obviously it's not Marinete and Adrien because dramatic irony and shit so that leaves a few people.

Namely; Ivan, Mylene, Max, Kim, Nathaniel, Rose, Marc, Mireille, and Lila.

Ima start by eliminating a few of these.

Kagami never had a chance to meet or see Lila, I doubt it's her.

I doubt Kagami wouldn't know Rose's name. With how much the rest of the game makes fun of Juleka and now much Rose would talk about Juleka, Kagami definently would have picked up the girl's name.

Similarly, I think Mylene can be eliminated in a similar fashion. Kagami hangs around Marinette in cat form a lot and, going by Marinette's character, Marinette totally would have told this cat about her little best friend's squad. Kagami also would have seen pictures of Mylene(and Rose) around Marinette's room and probably learned their names. So I think I can safely eliminate Mylene(and rose again)

Reverser happens after queens battle, so nobody except Marinette has met Marc yet, so I think he can be safely eliminated.

The Grim's saying 'spooky spooky ghost realm' makes me think it's not Max, he doesnt talk like that. Also I doubt he would get excited like that when Kagami said that they were friends.

The fact that Grim knows Luka eliminates Mireille. Mireille wouldn't know Luka, or most of the class.

So, my final list of possibilities is Ivan, Kim, and Nathaniel.

I personally cant see it being Ivan. It doesn't make any sense to me, plus it would destroy my theory of Ivan and Mylene having some magical shenanigans going on together. Ima set ivan aside since I personally dont think its him. I have no evidence to back this claim, I simply dont think it makes sense story wise.

Kim is a possibility, but I think his general vibe denies him being 'psychopomp doggo to the Eternal Graveyard'. That's just my opinion though and I have no evidence to support or deny him being Grim.

Nathaniel, out of the final 3, seems like the most likely. Man looks tired and traumatized, maybe from seeing so many dead kids. He would also totally get a little excited at a new friend because the boy's kinda lonely, especially with his bestie Alix constantly hanging out with her totally-not-werewolf-girlfriend Chloe so often. But I still think he's the Haunted so idk.

Ok so none of the final options make sense, so lets go back to the ones I eliminated.

Starting with Max, he is injured I'm the miracuclass artwork you posted and Grim was just injured. Also his personality would totally fit a graveyard psychopomp creature. However, as I said before, the speach patterns dont match up.

Mylene is a possibility because my elimination method for her was full of assumptions and guesses and could be totally wrong. But also shes a sniveling coward and I doubt she could fight an evil spirit while guiding a dead kid to a graveyard without bursting out into tears and running away and Grim seemed supremely chill with the whole dead kid thing. So lets leave Mylene alone for now.

Rose, seemingly the most obvious choice and therefore totally is not Grim. While her irises look white in the miracuclass artwork and the grape ice cream thing in the date chapter happened, I think these are both red herrings. In the new chapter Kagami says the Grim had human eyes after they undoggified(is that the word?). Implying that their eyes looked normal, no supernatural aspects about them. Also the grape ice cream thing must be a total red herring because, its Rose of course she would be distressed by cute doggies dying. Also the rebirth grape thing is probably the better clue for what Rose is, but ima not get into that right now.

That's it, that's all I got. This ask got really long.

So in conclusion; it's not Rose, Max, Marc, Lila, or Mireille. Everyone else is up in the air. I have no idea. Cap is playing jedi mind tricks on us. Someone free our souls from this frog's grasp.

That's it, analysis over.

Let me make this worse for you

Kagami does know the Grim’s name now and who they are, sorry for the confusion for a line that might’ve said other wise, Kagami has met them, Kagami has a name for them now.

Mylene isn’t a coward neither here nor in canon, she’s just socially shy.

And as I quote from my Traits post “Like I don’t think I’d write this in into the fic but when drawing like-” meaning I wouldn’t acknowledge these consistent traits outright in the fic but when drawing they’d be there.

Hope this makes things worse for you! :D