#let me tell you about my saab

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY SAAB VI. let me tell you the story of how i got my saab, on substack

[lex-loudestwoman]

The Whole Story

Before we begin, a disclaimer: I believe that Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss are in a romantic relationship together. I've come to this conclusion carefully by reading all the signs Taylor has given us through her lyrics, media presence, clothing & jewelry choices, marketing, visuals, and interviews. This is all a theory of what I think has gone down between Karlie and Taylor since 2013.

2013 & Earlier - The Beginning

VS Fashion Show 2013: The first official meeting of Karlie & Taylor was at the 2013 VS Fashion Show.

This may not have been their true first encounter (s/o @sophietv for her amazing work about this, she outlines all the times Kaylor interacted prior to the fashion show in 2013!).

According to a Teen Vogue interview in 2014, Taylor and Karlie were introduced to each other at the same time that Taylor met Emma Stone by Andrew Bevan of Teen Vogue. That was in 2008 at the Young Hollywood Awards.

After that first meeting in 2008, Taylor attended a number of fashion shows that Karlie walked in: Tommy Hilfiger Spring Show (9/16/2009); Rodarte Spring 2012 show in NYC (9/13/2011); Jean-Paul Gauthier in Paris (9/30/2012), Elie Saab Spring/Summer 2013 Show (10/3/2012).

Karlie & Taylor also both attended Roberto Cavalli's 40th Anniversary Party (9/30/2010) and the Met Gala in 2011. Teen Vogue included a quote from Karlie about the Met: "Taylor Swift. I was introduced to her at the Met Gala, and we joked about having a baking date!"

January 17th, 2012: The iconic Twitter interaction between Kaylor finally happens! Taylor's cover story with Vogue includes a quote about Karlie: "I love Karlie Kloss, I want to bake cookies with her!" Karlie tweets at her the same day the cover releases.

2013 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show

By the time the 2013 VS Show rolled around, I think they were already dating in some capacity, and the fashion show was a PR move. If Taylor & Karlie were going to become "close friends" in the public eye, they needed a high-profile, highly documented story about how they met to avoid questions about the nature of their close relationship.

Taylor performed I Knew You Were Trouble (Red) for the show, and she danced with Karlie on stage while 'snow' fell.

"So it goes, you two are dancing in a snow globe round and round." - You Are in Love, 1989

Karlie later revealed in an interview that she had gotten a dramatic haircut during a Vogue shoot just before the VS Fashion Show began. This haircut was a big deal- she changed her look completely without talking to anyone about it, and Vogue asked her to keep it a secret until the shoot dropped. So she showed the VS Fashion Show like "surprise! New hair!" which drew up quite a buzz. Taylor's hair was pretty blonde and long at the time, not fully bleached but certainly lightened up in comparison to her natural hair color.

"flashback when you met me, your buzz cut & my hair bleached" - Dress, reputation

Karlie posted a ton of pictures from this event (most of which were of her and Taylor) on her Instagram. She also starts posting really sappy Instagram posts about being in love.

I think that the November 14th, 2013 post about receiving your favorite flowers from the person you love is about Taylor Swift, but who's to say!

Then, on Friday, December 13th, 2013 (Taylor's 21st birthday, which I think she references in an interview sometime when she's talking about why she loves the number 13) Karlie posts two sugarplum fairy-related photos, capturing the scene in The Nutcracker where snow falls from the sky as delicate performers dressed in white dance along the stage. This is super Taylor-coded, giving YAIL, dancing in the damn snowglobe again.

Interesting caption there, Kar. "#flashbackfriday to the good old days as a sugarplum fairy myself (aka the day I peaked)"

On December 14th, Karlie posts a solo shot on instagram and tags Josh with photo credit (this is hilarious that we let them just tell us whoever took their picture with absolutely no questioning whether they might be lying???). For some reason, I get the feeling that Taylor took this photo for Karlie the morning after her birthday when they were still together from celebrating the night before.

2014 - You're My Best Friend

Taylor buys her massive Tribeca, NY Penthouse apartment in April 2014. The home was actually TWO penthouse apartments next door to each other, and then she bought a third townhouse unit next door in 2017, and in 2018 she bought an additional 3-bedroom unit in the same building. Go off NYC Real Estate Queen! Taylor moved into her iconic Cornelia Street apartment during a round of renovations at her Tribeca home in 2016.

Big Sur Trip

VS Fashion Show 2014

Vogue Cover

BEST Best Friends

1989 - October 27, 2014

"The inspiration that I found in that [New York] city is kind of hard to describe and hard to compare to any other force of inspiration I've ever experienced in my life." - Taylor Swift, discussing the importance of NYC in an interview with ABC News given on 10/20/2014 ahead of a 1989 promo single release for Welcome to New York (1989). That quote actually reminds me of a lyric from 1989: you understand now why they lost their minds & fought the wars, and why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words (You Are in Love, 1989).

2015 - Hiding in Plain Sight

1989 era so many public appearances blah blah blah they were girlfriends in public kissgate gay whatever, everyone agrees that Karlie & Taylor were dating in 2015 during 1989 World Tour etc

2016 - Beards or Bust

Politics and Jared Kushner

The unfortunate reality of 2016 was that Donald Trump really did get elected president, and then he really did take office and become the President of the United States from January 2017 - January 2021. (Sadly, none of it was a nightmare or even a collective hallucination, all of this actually happened in the good old U.S. of A., yeehaw!!) The sociopolitical climate in the US is charged, fraught, uncertain, and divided. Even worse for Taylor & Karlie is their closeness to Jared Kushner, Josh's older brother who is married to Ivanka Trump. Jared served as a senior advisor to Donnie Boy for his entire term, and he did such a good job being Don's accomplice in negligent, ethnocentric, homophobic, misogynistic leadership from the White House that he was made the Director of the Office of American Innovation (this entire office was created by Trump in March 2017 and dissolved by Biden in January 2021).

I think (and this is JUST speculating, I have no real evidence compiled yet to back this up, but I'll look for it eventually) Jared Kushner & Ivanka Trump are also in a queer-bearding relationship contract. I'm not going too far into it now, but there's stuff out there for both Jared and Ivanka, like former Trump staffer Noel Casler's allegations that Jared is gay and in an "arranged marriage" with Ivanka, who doesn't care about his sexuality due to her own sexual opportunism and likely queer identity.

If Jared and Ivanka really are queer and in a non-monogamous, mutually beneficial public relationship that allows them to co-parent their three children, then their involvement in the Trump administration makes things pretty damn unsafe if they ever were found out. So, I think that when Trump was elected, the entire Kushner family had to be super locked down to keep both Jared & Ivanka AND Josh & Karlie (and Mikey and Taylor) safe from any unwanted allegations.

Since the Kushner and Hess families hold international influence, wealth, and power, if all these billionaire men were suddenly outed as gay there could be serious economic and political consequences across the globe.

Not so coincidentally, Karlie and Taylor's last public event together was Lorde's birthday on Monday, November 7th, 2016. The 2016 Presidential Election took place on Tuesday, November 8th, 2016, which sealed the fate of the Kushner name to be attached to Donald Trump's Presidency. I believe that if Trump had not won (which no one expected him to do) Karlie & Taylor would not have started this Love Blackout.

This photo is the end of Kaylor's public friendship, and the start of their Love Blackout (shout out to @sophietv again for being the BEST!!)

Joe Alwyn - A Perfectly Palatable Person

I'm sure when the team realized Trump might actually win the election, they started looking for an acceptable beard. Joe really was a great choice for Taylor's life: he had features similar to Karlie's (light eyes, tall, blonde hair), he didn't have much going on with his own reputation, he had a sparkling clean dating history - because Taylor was his first ever girlfriend, he was a fellow artist and was already media trained, and he was gay, too!

Met at the Met - May 2016

red herring lyric (tied to VS 2013 show)

First Reports - May 16, 2017

The Sun broke the news of Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn dating on May 16, 2017. According to Tree Paine a source, they had been secretly dating for months. It's later assumed that they started dating a few months before January 1, 2017, (revealed in a Lover journal released in 2019). Some sleuthing swifties connect a lyrical swap in the acoustic cover of "September" by Earth, Wind, and Fire as performed by our girl Taylor (Friday, April 13, 2018) to the diary entry and determine their anniversary was probably September 28, 2016.

Supportive Boyfriend Award? - December 8, 2017

Joe does something of heroic power. He goes to a concert with his popstar girlfriend. He apparently attended Taylor's performance in the iHeartRadio JingleBall in NYC and "stayed for the whole show and they later left together as well." lmao wut, okay, lots of people stayed for the whole show, this is such a boring relationship roll out, especially for Miss Extra!! (lovingly)

Toe is Officially Official - May 8th, 2018

Joe finally takes his instagram off private mode and posts a picture of himself, alone, next to a big cactus. Taylor also posts a picture of herself, alone, near the same big cactus. Alright, I guess that *technically* counts as giving the public some confirmation that you two know each other, but I bet Tree was mad as hell when that was their "official instagram announcement."

Then, Joe joins Taylor at the opening night of the Reputation Stadium tour in Glendale, AZ. He wore a baseball cap low to cover his face and "stay incognito" (Joe, babe, no one knows who you are...but like okay i guess, be weird about your fame that you literally wanted and signed up for). But during the song Gorgeous apparently Taylor pointed at Joe in the VIP tent, while he proudly filmed her.

Taylor travels around the country for the Reputation Stadium Tour from May-November 2018. The Rep tour is SO, SO GAY, like Jesus Christ Lesbian Jesus save us from all the rainbow and bisexual flagging!! Check my twitter thread for a full analysis of how gay the Dress performance is.

Reputation Promo:

Taylor Swift socials

Karlie Kloss socials

Reputation, The Album

Reputation was released on November 10, 2017.I consider Reputation to be Taylor & Karlie's "I'm so in love that I might stop breathing" album. This is the honeymoon, this is the up all night, can't stop, won't stop, I need you more than air kind of love.

This album is all about the pining and desperately waiting, hiding their anticipation, hands shaking from holding back from touching each other where anyone might see them. Much like Taylor's own media presence & public interactions in the Reputation era, Kaylor had gone dark, nobody heard from them for months, but they're doing better than they ever were.

2018 - Desperate Measures

The honeymoon phase ends in 2018 as shit in America gets worse for queer folks. The sociopolitical climate is getting more dangerous now, and Trump's constant attacks on LGBTQIA+ rights & safety is making matters much worse. Jared Kushner & Ivanka Trump are in the media a lot now, which means all eyes are on Josh, too.

Toe is Officially Official - May 8, 2018

Joe finally takes his instagram off private mode and posts a picture of himself, alone, next to a big cactus. Taylor also posts a picture of herself, alone, near the same big cactus. Alright, I guess that *technically* counts as giving the public some confirmation that you two know each other, but I bet Tree was mad as hell when that was their "official instagram announcement."

Then, Joe joins Taylor at the opening night of the Reputation Stadium tour in Glendale, AZ. He wore a baseball cap low to cover his face and "stay incognito" (Joe, babe, no one knows who you are...but like okay i guess, be weird about your fame that you literally wanted and signed up for). But during the song Gorgeous apparently Taylor pointed at Joe in the VIP tent, while he proudly filmed her.

Taylor travels around the country for the Reputation Stadium Tour from May-November 2018. The Rep tour is SO, SO GAY, like Jesus Christ Lesbian Jesus save us from all the rainbow and bisexual flagging!! Check my twitter thread for a full analysis of how gay the Dress performance is.

Instead of hosting her usual big 4th of July Party at the Holiday House in RI, Toe goes on vacation to Turks & Caicos to celebrate the holiday. They call Backgrid to take a few pictures of them "frolicking" at the beach together. I'm so convinced, they're in LOVE!! Can't get enough of each other!! They totally hold hands all the time, this feels so natural and not weird at all!

Karlie posts a few photos in a row about the 4th of July this year. First, she's in her Anti-Hero colored pajamas with her left eye closed in a wink, sitting on a few suitcases, captioned "Kissin Paris Goodbye. *kissy face emoji*"

Then, another post on the 4th itself is of a WMAG stylized photoshoot where Karlie is a cowboy, for the Wild West with Cowboy Karlie campaign. It's captioned "Going into the 4th like *cowboy emoji* @/wmag" EXCUSE ME. "You're a cowboy like me, perched in the dark, telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear like it could be love I could be the way forward only if they pay for it"

The implications of a Cowboy Like Me reference and this photo's timing has on their engagement story has me dead. I'll do a whole lyrical analysis and tie in of it soon.

And then she posts this pic of her swimming in an unidentifiable body of water. Could it be Turks & Caicos? Maybe!

Joshlie announces their engagement on July 24, 2018 while the two are on a vacation in XYZ? People Magazine reports that the proposal "took place a few weeks ago during a romantic weekend together in upstate New York." So they got engaged sometime in the beginning of July, right?

On July 10th, she posts a video of herself voguing down the runway with "This Kiki is Marvelous" playing in the background during Paris Fashion Week in September 2013. Her performance was considered one of the highlights of Paris Fashion Week. She captioned the video: Mood. @/jpgaultierofficial.

Quick question for Karlie, why do you feel the same way you felt before you went on stage for a make or break performance out of your comfort zone? You performed incredibly but it could have easily turned out very differently. Why would you be feeling like that right around the time of your engagement to Josh Kushner?

Karlie's instagram post on July 16, 2018 captioned "bestest of weekends with my bestest of friends" included group photos and a video of her & four girlfriends from her childhood.

So she got engaged and then spent a weekend with her friends, who then commented on instagram pictures from the weekend saying "remember, there's nothing better than old friends!" Why the heck are they talking about friends so much!? She literally just got engaged to Jo- ohhh.... Oh, right, he's gay, and she's gay. Old friends. Ahhhh.

Taylor responds to the engagement news breaking by having special guest, Haley Kiyoko aka Lesbian Jesus, join her for the Rep show at Gillette Stadium on July 27, 2018. Taylor specifically requests to sing Curious with Haley, which is a song about a lesbian woman singing to her ex-lover who is now dating a man, asking her ex if she lets him touch her the way she used to. So gay, so timely, Taylor is a petty bitch & I love her.

Do the girls back home touch you like I do? Delicate (Reputation)

The Wedding, October 18, 2018

Karlie wears her custom Dior gown and very amicably marries Joshua in someone's backyard, it looks like. Things seem perfectly pleasant, almost like watching a wedding scene featuring two actors with no sexual chemistry whatsoever.

2019 - Every Time I Don't, I Almost Do

Lover Promo is all very gay, very loud, very comingoutlor.

ME! out now! on Lesbian visibility day, April 26, 2019.

YNTCD music video out on June 16, 2019.

The Wedding, Part Two: Cowboy Karlie and Her Cowboy, Her Man

Karlie Kloss and Joshua Kushner celebrate their wedding again with a private group of friends from June 20-23rd, 2019 in Wyoming. It's cowboy themed, for whatever reason.

This wedding into a honeymoon in Africa would have been a wonderful strategy to keep the spotlight off of Karlie in Taylor Swift's immediately impending plan to come out on June 30th, 2019. Go read @sophietv's incredible post that details the failed coming out (fuck Scooter Braun).

<timeline jump>

2020: The Great War

January:

February: Karlie is in Paris, Taylor is advertising The Man MV (out February 27).

March: Quarantine begins March 16th & Taylor starts writing folklore almost immediately, which means that the events in folklore have already happened before COVID begins.

MORE ON THE WAY! I've got:

What happens when Karlie gets back to the US?

How does the Lover era go?

Lover social media & marketing presence

8.24.2019 - Blue

9.9.2019 - Lover in Paris performance

10.7.2019 - Sad Girl SNL

10.11.2019 - Sad Girl TinyDesk (& ring)

Continued sus social media from TSwift

Miss Americana

2020: The Great War (3.16.2020, Quarantine begins)

Lonely Millennial Woman Covered in Cat Hair

folklore

evermore

Karlie's Pregnancy

2022: Go Viral (Midnights, Red TV)

2023: Midnights, Eras, Speak Now TV, Broken Toe, 1989 TV, Kaylor Renaissance

My Predictions

[seat-safety-switch]

Contracts. What even are they? A lawyer could tell you, but my lawyer just laughs at them and uses his desk-mounted cigar lighter – in the shape of a human skull, I’m pretty sure it’s not real, okay I’m not so sure anymore – to torch any attempt to get him or me to sign one. My attorney’s name is Max, and I met him once when he was doing some public-defender work, representing some unwashed maniac who jumped a mall fountain in a Baja Bug. Ever since then, we’ve been the best of friends.

Let me explain why: have you ever had a coworker who was a fan of extreme sports? They probably started out jumping out of an airplane, which was scary but fun. Then, it wasn’t enough. They started doing group jumps, elaborate stunts, nude skydives. Moved on to cliff diving, riskier and riskier shit. Max is like that, but for the law. He figures that all human law derives eventually from nature, and by bending every law to its maximum extent, he will finally be able to perceive the rhythms of an absent bureaucratic god.

This is exactly why he needs me. Max drives a very lushly appointed Saab 9-5, which is certainly some ridiculous pervert shit, but it still doesn’t put him in my league. Only someone as immersed into automotive culture – and specifically the dirtbaggiest niches of it imaginable – can even consider the creative ways in which I break parking, traffic, highway, and husbandry laws. Sometimes the responding officer has to take out his little notepad and scrawl out some diagrams to figure out just what it is I can be charged with. Sometimes his brow furrows, little beads of sweat appearing, and he climbs back into his cruiser and leaves. It’s those moments that Max is most excited about, as it represents the limitations of mortal man to understand just what specific category crime I am committing. Anything weaker, he usually gets me off of in a weekend of playing golf with the judge and charging me (with a discount) for his coke and strippers.

You could say that this is a perfect symbiotic relationship, but on the advice of my attorney, I would have to pretend I don’t understand what you’re saying. That’s an awful big word, and is the kind of thing that you should direct to my attorney. Ideally with a big bag of knowledge about the niche hobby that you are interested in, and specifically the corner cases that would get you on an FBI watchlist.

[sophietv]

Kaylor Timeline BEFORE VSFS 2013

It's a thread I did on my Twitter that I'll transfer here.

Once again, I used amazing Tumblr posts to do it. So I'll credit them as we go (If I need to do something else tell me, I'm new to the Tumblr etiquette).

So the official story is that Taylor and Karlie crossed path a couple of times without interacting and met for the first time at the Victoria Secret Fashion Show in 2013 🤔

Well they met A LOT of times and interacted before actually 😅

Let's see the Timeline before that VSFS in 2013!

***I'll edit this post as I find new interactions (because I feel like I'll find a lot of them) I'll add this 🆕 beside new additions and dates when it was added at the end of the post.

First meeting!

So what motivated my thread in the first place is this Interview Taylor did in 2014 with Andrew Bevan of Teen Vogue.

Here's the YouTube Link (X)

But here's the most important part of that interview:

He is saying that he introduced Karlie and Emma Stone to Taylor!!

Ok we know that Taylor met Emma at the 2008 Young Hollywood Award.

I don't think though that he is talking about that event. Because he says that he congratulated her for her cover.

Taylor did two covers with Teen Vogue, one in 2009 and one in 2011.

Following the Timeline and everything it's most likely the March 2009 one:

EDIT:

Thanks to this Anon! (X)

A magazine cover is planned 2-8 months in advance, up to a year for major celebrities.

The Young Hollywood Award was on late April 2008 and the cover was for March 2009 so it make sense.

So it's most likely that Taylor met karlie for the first time at the same event she met Emma for the first time.

🆕 Really cute fact.

On the Cover of that magazine, Taylor wears a dress from the Calvin Klein Spring 2009 show. (X)

Guess who walked that runway??

Karlie! (X)

I exceeded the limit of picture so click on the (X) to see the posts.

Tommy Hilfiger spring 2010 collection:

Septembre 16th 2009 Taylor attends the Tommy Hilfiger Spring Show during New York Fashion Week. (X)

Karlie was there too! (X)

In this post, you can see videos of Taylor watching Karlie on the runway: (X)

Here's the YouTube video : (X)

🆕Met Gala 2010:

They were both at the Met Gala in 2010

🆕In Milan together

Although they were not at the same Fashion Show (that we know) Taylor and Karlie were in Milan at the same time during the Fashion Week.

Another interesting facts. This could explain the "1958" reference of Timeless:

Thanks to Izg on Twitter for giving me this!!

Roberto Cavalli 40th Anniversary Party:

Septembre 30th 2010

Taylor and Karlie attends the Roberto Cavalli 40th Anniversary party in Paris.

Met Gala 2011:

May 2nd 2011

Karlie and Taylor both attend the Met Gala:

This is also the first time that we have confirmation of an interaction between them:

Thanks to that amazing post! (X)

Karlie said in Teen Vogue that they joked about having a baking date.

Rodarte Spring 2012 fashion show:

Septembre 13th 2011

Taylor attend Rodarte Spring 2012 fashion show where Karlie walks.

Here's a link to the video (X)

Vogue Febuary 2012:

January 17th 2012

Taylor mentions Karlie in her Vogue interview: "I love Karlie Kloss! I Want to bake cookies with her!"

And this quote, made history.

Karlie answers the same day:

Vogue Fashion's Night Out:

August 2012

Thanks to this post (X)

Taylor and Karlie star in the same commercial about Vogue Fashion Night Out:

Thanks to @hairpinraindrop for the video

Karlie and Taylor were present at the event too on Septembre 6th 2012

Paris 2012:

Septembre 30th 2012

Karlie walks the runway for Jean-Paul Gauthier in Paris:

Taylor is in Paris at the same time to film the Begin Again MV:

Funny Koincidence(?), I went back and watch that MV again, and look at the opening scene!

The Love Lock Bridge!!!

Elie Saab Spring Summer 2013 show:

Octobre 3rd 2012

Taylor is still in Paris and attends The Paris Fashion Week (X) at a fashion show where I'm pretty sure Karlie walked (I'm still searching for photos/videos).

But we know that Karlie was at the Paris Fashion Week too! (Thanks Astra!)

Here's a video:

🆕Met Gala 2013

They were also both at the Met Gala in 2013. Wich was in May.

So there you have it! All of Kaylor interaction BEFORE the 2013 VSFS!

This explains the timing of it all.

Because they allegedly met at the 2013 Victoria Secret Fashion Show in Novembre.

But as we know, Taylor moved to New York because Karlie asked her:

Timestamp 1:23

And people believe that she moved there after their Big Sur trip in March 2014.

Actually. Back in January 2014, Taylor was already looking to buy an appartment near Karlie's:

And she actually bought her Tribeca oenthouse in February.

Thanks to Bigsurlor for this!!

So they definitly knew each other before 2013!

Edit August 19 2023: Met Gala 2010, Milan trip together and Met Gala 2013 and the appartment hunting

Edit August 27th 2023: the Calvin Klein Spring 2009 dress section

[junpei-iori-ace-defective]

what's your opinion on the whole akihiko characterization discourse going on. also get well soon man!!

Ty homie! Also I have a lot of opinions on Akihiko!

Let me preface this with, I don’t think it’s Alejandro’s fault. I’ve met him before, he’s super chill! He’s a great voice actor! I think with better voice directing/writing this issue could have been completely avoided.

Spoilers/Full Opinion under the cut bc, oh boy do I have a l o t to say.

So. First things first I do agree that Aki’s new voice is waaaaay too deep. Like. I understand wanting him to sound a little more mature but he did not need to be THAT deep. Bro should not be lower than Shinji. However, I don’t think that is Alejandro’s fault.

In stressful scenes, when Aki’s voice gets a little higher, I was literally screaming in my brain. “THATS IT THATS HOW HE SHOULD SOUND!”. I think the voice director was so focused on trying to make Aki sound more mature that they were pushing Saab too far in the deep direction.

Also I don’t know how they broke up the recording sessions, but I could tell a BIG difference in the voice acting for the whole cast when the Yakushima trip happened. Like they all sounded so much better. Especially Aki and Yukari. I can’t tell if it was just me getting used to the new cast, or if it was a new session, but they did sound better. While still being deep, Aki did sound more like himself and Yukari had some of her bite back.

Aki also improved writing and voice acting wise for his second awakening and after. To quote from the live blog I did on discord “no more damnit shinji. But goddamn Alejandro put his whole soul into that.”

I think with better voice directing Alejandro could have really made Aki shine. Idk if it was just. Miscommunication or smth bc the rest of them sounded fine. But I still don’t think it’s on Saab. I know he has the range. It seems like a direction issue to me.

Now on to the writing/characterization. Whooo boy it is r o u g h.

Every. Single. Fucking. Word. Out. Of. This. Mans. Mouth. Was. Protein. They flanderized my boy sooooooo bad.

I’ve been told they wanted to make him closer to the japanese version and the arena games but like. I don’t think it was this bad????

I honestly think it was Atlus’ attempt to add more comic relief to the game. Which I understand, but I don’t think it was needed.

Part of the charm, for me at least, is how depressing Persona 3 is. Like. Of course the game is depressing as shit! It’s about death, destruction, doom, gloom, despair, ect. It’s supposed to feel so hopeless because that’s how it really hammers home it’s main point. In the last act, you, S.E.E.S., and other characters realize even though life is depressing and cruel, that there’s hope in the end. That the bonds you have forged will save you AND the world. Like you gotta hit rock bottom to get back up!

So trying to add more comedy just feels. Off. Especially choosing Aki of all people to be comic relief. Junpei has always been the comic relief TM but his character is done so fucking good that even though he’s the comic relief TM, the moments where he does get serious hit so much fucking harder.

Unfortunately with Aki, it does not work the same way. Aki is such a serious character that it’s hard to make him comic relief without ruining his character, which is exactly what fucking happened. All the serious scenes, especially with Shinji, just felt so weird bc the game sets up Aki as mr protein workout man. That when he is serious, it feels like a completely different character.

Like with his video recording that you can watch in the meeting room. What makes that funny is Aki is such a serious character that seeing him be an absolute idiot and fumble IS the humor.

I think Aki is just like. The worst choice to make comic relief. Like everyone else has funny bits and quirks, which makes them so realistic and likable! And Aki does too! But turning his whole character into work out protein work out is just a massive disservice to his character.

It did seem to taper off towards the back half of the game. Especially after Shinji’s death, and progressing through his link episodes. But all of the flanderization did hurt his character really bad. I hope Atlus stops trying to add humor where there doesn’t need to be any. Because honestly it doesn’t make shit funny, it just makes things not make sense.

(Side note, I think thats also what the other persona games suffer from too. Is Atlus being worried about the games being too dark that they add humor where there doesn’t need to be any. Which leads to weird plot things/mischaracterization)

Long story short, Do better Atlus lmao. I still love Reload. It’s literally the best remake I’ve ever seen/played. And I think all game studios should look at Reload and take notes. But it has its issues. And so does this version of Aki.

[childofaura]

I’m just geniunely curious tho and I don’t want to sound insensitive or bring up bad memories by accident but…

What did Alejandro Saab do that make you dislike him?

No no no, it's not insensitive or anything at all; I've honestly always been vague about it so I really don't blame anyone for wondering why I'm not a fan of him anymore. The sad thing is that I lean more towards being disappointed in him rather than loathing him like Monica Rial or Chris Sabat. So I'll break everything down, but strap into your seats because there's a LOT of context and stuff I have to explain.

But also let me clarify first: I honestly hope people don't feel like they need to stop liking an actor just based on someone else's opinions. I have a very close friend who usually watches English dubs and loves Chris's work as All Might, and if I ever had an opportunity I'd honestly swallow my pride and get in line to get something of hers autographed. So I want other people to know I hold nothing against them liking an actor or their performance, regardless of how I feel.

So to get to the beginning of it, a few years ago there was the whole drama with actors stepping down from roles (or being demanded to step down from roles in some cases) like Cleveland from Family Guy, or Apu from The Simpsons, etc, for not matching the race of the characters they've played. I know it'll stir up some discourse, but I personally believe ANYONE should play ANYONE based on the merits of their voice fitting the character. This is regardless of age, gender, and (the big one) race. Because voice acting was revolutionary in the sense that it does NOT matter what you look like, it matters what you SOUND like. So I honestly don't care about the race or gender or WHATEVER of an actor. Just as long as they sound GOOD.

During this drama, people were using examples of actors playing outside their physical appearance and one of them was Phil Lamarr. And unfortunately, Phil Lamarr went on a mini-tirade on Twitter telling people not to use him as an example of him playing white characters because it wasn't the same (while being not-so-oddly quiet about the fact that he played a Japanese man (Samurai Jack) and a man strongly based in South American culture (Kotal Kahn)), and to "get my fucking name out of your mouth". At which to this tweet, I saw Alejandro Saab tweet in response, "Preach!" Nothing super scandalous or even dickish. That was all he said.

But it was SUPER hypocritical. Because barely even a month earlier, Alejandro Saab released a video on how he was cast to play Leon in the Pokemon anime and how excited he was, which I think was great and I was happy for him! But then here he was, coming in and trying to pretend like he agreed that white actors shouldn't be playing characters of other races.

So I kind of confronted him on that (And sorry, I censored my Twitter because honestly I don't like having a lot of followers on Twitter, I just have it to see my friend's artwork):

My intention wasn't to pull some kind of "gotcha" on him or gain some kind of clout, but I really wanted him to understand why agreeing with that mentality would just come back to bite him, and a bunch of other actors in the same boat, in the asses.

And unfortunately I only have my tweets, not his, because maybe thirty minutes after I posted that to him, he deleted his tweet. And I didn't want that, either, but after that whole thing happened, I was just incredibly disappointed with him. Again, since he deleted his tweet, I absolutely understand people taking this whole thing with a grain of salt because all I have are MY tweets. But again, it wasn't like he said some horrible thing, it was just hypocritical of him to be cheering for an opinion that should have also applied to him.

So yeah, I kind of ended up losing a lot of respect for him. I still think he's a great and talented actor, but I take that opinion of voice acting (Play whoever you fit as) VERY seriously. I apologize for the big wall of text and I understand it's an issue a lot of people will probably disagree with me for.

[psychewritesbs]

a very dummy ask but if megumi ever wakes up, at least we'll probably see him in other clothes for a bit because although I adore him, I hate those shoes

A lot of shoes in jjk are meh but megumi's boots just take the win for me and the anime doesn't make them look better. However, I think megumi doesn't seem to care about what he wears as long as he's comfortable but I do think he's knowledgeable about some clothes or brands I guess (he seems like he knows a lot of "facts" just for the sake of knowing them)

I hate laughing at him but the combo just doesn't work for me

This came to me (although a very popular fandom take) when I saw fanart of megumi "waking" up and he's still wearing the clothes sukuna is wearing lol

Anyway, sorry for such a nonsensical ask 🙏 but I wish you the best ✨️

What do you think about megumi's shoes? 😭🎤

HOLA!

Dear anon. Your nonsensical ask can only be answered in an equally nonsensical way 🎤🤩✨. But... are you sure you want to open this can of worms? like.... ARE YOU SURE?!!!

Because part of being a clamp fan is that I LOVE fashion.

Valentino, Alexander McQueen, Elie Saab & Zuhair Murad... I have a thing for high fashion as an art form. yes, this anime nerd loves clothes and shoes, and let me tell you something...

MEGUMI'S SHOES ARE AN EPIC FASHION CRIME!

More piffle under the cut...

What in the name of all that is good fashion sense are these shoes?!!!!!

They're not even functional. Like how do you run in these shoes? The soles look like they have no traction and you would slip if there is three drops of water on the ground.

At least his ankles are protected... I guess.

How I feel about Megumi's shoes:

But you're defo onto something when you talk about how Megumi looks like he doesn't care about what he wears as long as he's comfortable.

It's kind of interesting to see that even in the Dolce & Gabbana + JJK collab, despite the print on his clothes, Megumi is dressed rather plainly compared to the other characters (barring Nobara, I'm surprised Nobara's outfit also looks very boring).

Honestly, he look pissed off to be at the Dolce photoshoot. Like they forced him to get out of bed for the shoot and he's totally against it but wtv he's here now.

Also, at least his shoes aren't so bad here.

But hey, why couldn't he just wear these shoes? They look comfortable to me!

Maybe he doesn't want to ruin them during missions? They're Dolce & Gabbana after all and a pair of Dolces can run upwards of $500 USD.

The next piece of evidence comes from the Marui shop collab:

Again, we see him wear a very simple outfit and DECENT LOOKING SHOES!

Or, how about the shoes from the ending?

Why he doesn't wear these either is beyond me.

Or how about the Don Quixote collab?

OR THE TOWER RECORDS COLLAB?

Plenty of cool shoes if you ask me.

But no, instead we get...

ALL OF THIS TO SAY...

TLDR;

Yeah he totally looks like the kind of person who prioritizes comfort and function over style and that's also highly relatable lol.

I literally live my life in yoga pants and t-shirts.

IN CONCLUSION... in my own personal NOT SO humble opinion... Gege does not understand fashion and needs help from outside sources in that department as proven by the above shared evidence.

Fortunately, Sukuna seems to have recognized that Megumi isn't very good in the fashion department and appears to have opted for the more sensibly and appropriate shoe choice:

I could be wrong but that looks like Japanese Geta or just traditional Japanese sandals he's wearing... or basically, flip flops.

Et voilá!

I hope that was as nonsensical as possible lol. Thanks for inviting me to brainrot about this, I needed something lighthearted to soothe my heart.

Also, I hate laughing at him too but I hate his shoes more.

[ramcharantitties]

Bandook meri Layla

Chapter 1

Chapter 2- Layla

“Layla”

“Hm?”

“There was a police officer there”

“Hm?”

“T-there was a police officer there”

“How do you know?”

“We could get his id”

“Richard”

She turned around. “You know how to solve this. Is this really my concern?” 

“But” Layla looked at him. “He is not the type to take bribes, and he is the most violent and feared officer of Delhi. He won’t let this down easily. He will hunt us” 

Layla chuckled at that. “Three years back, I made an army troop disappear in 10 minutes. It had 1500 people. Do you think this will scare me?” Richard gulped, his head down. “How do you know what he is like?” she lit up her cigar. “Every police officer knows about him in Delhi, it wasn’t too difficult,” Richard said. Richard wasn’t one to worry about such petty things- he has known her for long. “Find him” she said, turning around “alive.”

Richard nodded, and started to leave. “By the way” Layla says, stopping a sweating Richard in his tracks. “Who caused the explosion?” she asked calmly. “H-How would I know?” he said, turning to her.

“I didn’t want to kill them, you know. We have avoided police and surfacing of our organization for so long, I don’t want to put that on stake. But their clan, Gangarao’s people, won't leave us- and neither will the police. If the police officer you talked about has any information regarding us, it won’t be that easy to calm down a police investigation” she butchered the butt of her cigar. 

“Can I say something?” Richard asked, hesitantly. “Of course Richard” she said, turning to him. “He took my gun” he said. Layla chuckled. “That was a foolish thing to tell me” she said and Richard looked up, when he heard a gunshot and a numbing pain in his right arm. 

Flashback to Art Expo

"Gautam saab, I believe that we were clear on the terms." Her lips rolled around the cigar in her mouth. The dealer clearly was a cheap bargainer, she could tell. "But you are asking for 15 percent more than the price you deserve!" he exclaimed, leaning forward. "If others started deciding what I deserve, I would be deep in hell, gautam saab" she smoked out. Richard chuckled and she looked at him smiling. "Is this a joke?" Gautam said, and Layla nodded at Richard.

Richard slid the briefcase across the table towards where Gautam was seated. Another henchman opened the case revealing wads of cash. "What is this?" Gautam asked, and Layla sat up, handing her cigar to Richard. "An apology," she said. "For what?"

"The shipment isn't here yet." Richard said and Gautam stood up. "We are not going to pay you even a cent! The shipment was to be here yesterday!" He yelled and Richard looked alarmed. "There are civilians outside" Richard said, but Gautam didn't calm down. She looked at the henchman behind Gautam and the henchman shot Gautam right in his head.

Gautam's body slumped forward, his head falling on the open case. The blood seeped out like a river, tainting the notes in the case red. Beside him, Aloknath stood up, hands slamming the table. "We want our guns. Now." His voice was shaking from the anger. "Alok ji, calm down. I told you the shipment will arrive by-" Layla was interrupted by a guard entering the room and muttering something to Richard. He excused himself from the room.

"-By the 5th. Despite that, I offered you arms from my own collection, because I know your value and name in the market. Keep the guns and the apology, and I promise you exports by 3rd." She stood up now, and Aloknath seemed to believe that. "I don't believe in promises in business," Alkonath said, pointing the gun at her. All her guards cocked their guns at him.

She smiled, moving forward. "Alok ji, let's not get ahead. Why don't w-" Richard bashed in the room, bleeding.

 "We need to go" he muttered and she turned to Aloknath. "Come with us" She said, believing whatever crisis Richard was pulling her out of.

As she followed Richard and her goons around her, Layla saw Aloknath collecting all the money and guns- when the bomb exploded, murdering Gautam Gangarao and Aloknath Kripalu- the leaders of Indian arms market.

tagging- @nyotamalfoy @thewinchestergirl1208 @bishh-kanya @nerdreader @rambheemlove @voidsteffy

[sigloverofwords]

Callsign: KINGPIECE//Chapter One

I watched Top Gun: Maverick at the height of my Marvel hyperfixation and I'm about to make it everyone's problem

Tags/Read First on Ao3

There are few things as peaceful as light snowfall deep in the Siberian forest. Even the birds were nestled away, leaving nothing to break the perfect quiet.

Except you.

Your Stark-Saab White Hawk screamed through the sky just above the treeline, blasting snow and trees back like water.

Strapped securely into your seat, you grinned against your oxygen mask. Pushing forward, you poured on the speed, your afterburners roaring behind you. The whole aircraft shook as you pushed for the next Mach marker. In your ear, above the rattling of the airplane and jarring of your teeth, your radio crackled.

“Kingpiece, this is Command, come in.”

You blew past a lake, sending a spray of icy water dozens of feet into the air behind you.

“Command, this is King,” you replied.

“We have the data we need, return to base.”

“Copy, returning to base.”

Easing up on the stick, you reined in the speed of your jet and climbed into the sky as you brought it into a lazy turn. You weren’t in a rush to get back to base, so you maintained a respectable supersonic speed on your return trip. In your F-39 helmet, you could see video feeds from underneath and behind the plane, covering all your blindspots. If you let yourself believe, for a few seconds, it was like you were flying alone, with no aircraft or command crew or base to return to. Just you and the open sky and absolute, total freedom. A couple of minutes later a much less official voice came through your headset.

“You really gonna make me wait, girlie?”

You gasped in excitement.

“Flyboy! Or, should I say, Captain America. That you?”

A warm chuckle sounded in your ear.

“Sure is, and I got someone here who wants to meet you.”

Another voice murmured in the background, with your friend turning away from the mic to tell them off before returning.

“Now, you gonna drag your ass or you gonna put that super jet to work?”

You laughed, eyes sparkling as you glanced over the HUD in your helmet before priming the afterburners.

“Just you wait and see,” you replied, flipping a few switches and feeling the rumble of the airplane pitch up beneath you. In a matter of minutes, the snowy forest fell away, sheer cliffs disappearing beneath you as you raced out over open water. Massive ice caps floated by on choppy ocean waves. Checking your navigation readings, you adjusted course slightly. Despite seeing nothing but the deadly Arctic Ocean around you, you lowered the landing gear and began to slow, dropping close enough to the water to scare a seal off its floating ice pad. A tap of a button opened your comm line to your Landing Signal Officer.

“Kingpiece one and only, White Hawk, Ball on instruments, state three point five,” you rattled off, informing the LSO that you were coming in for a landing. 

“Roger, ball,” the LSO responded, “Deck is steady.”

You fell silent as your focus sharpened.

Trying to land on the sixth-gen aircraft carrier you called home made your stomach drop every time, without fail. You had to rely on your instruments, with nothing but an icy ocean ahead of you as you prepared to land. You had only a split second to roll into the groove on your approach, but you managed it every time, even if it still made you want to throw up.

One second you were flying across a lonely vista of nothing, and the next your view shimmered and a massive aircraft carrier appeared before you. Quickly lining up the optical landing system, keeping the amber-colored ball light lined up with the green datum lights, you adjusted your angle of attack, rolling into the groove with practiced perfection. Although you had slowed down, you were still going around 150 miles per hour, and every single movement was imperative at this speed. The amber light guiding you in began to shine red, so you increased your jet’s power a little, bringing yourself up just enough to skate past the first arresting wire. Your tailhook caught the second wire, which snapped and shook behind you as you were jerked around in your seat. The straps dug hard into your shoulders, your body protesting the change from over 13 feet a second to a full stop in under three seconds.

You unsnapped your oxygen mask, already unbuckling yourself as your canopy raised. By the time you jumped from the cockpit, legs a little shaky as they adjusted to being used again, you had your helmet off and tucked under your arm as you scanned the busy deck for your friend.

The loudspeakers around the deck crackled to life.

“The hell was that, Kingpiece?” a furious voice blasted over you. “Second wire?”

You grinned and shook your head, breaking into a jog across the flight deck towards the Ready Room, where you figured Sam would be waiting. Sure enough, you stepped into the spartan Ready Room and there he was, smiling so hard you couldn’t help but return it.

“Hey sailor,” he said with a nod. “Tough landing?”

“Birdbrain,” you replied cheekily, tilting your head in greeting to the man hidden partially behind Sam before turning to the other side of the room.

As there were no other scheduled landings for a while, your LSO was there, bouncing his leg from the desk where he was perched, little brown notebook in hand.

“Paddles, how’d I do?” you asked, the nickname imbued with more deference and respect than one might expect. He simply sighed, standing and flipping open his notebook. Every page was covered in a series of scrawled letters almost unintelligible to anyone other than him.

“You were acceptable, Kingpiece,” he said after a moment. “Came in a little low, pulled up but you were too fast and you hit the number two wire.”

You nodded, filing this information away. It was a perfectly good landing for anyone else, but you weren’t good.

You were the best .

“King, too fast?” Sam asked, striding over and slinging an arm around your shoulders. “This girl? No way.”

Laughing, you pushed him off of you.

“Shut up, Wilson, I’m debriefing.”

Your LSO just shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You’re dismissed.”

“ Yes !” you exclaimed under your breath, turning to give Sam a high five as Paddles made his escape. 

“Did you see my Hawk?” you asked as soon as the door shut, excitement all over your face. Sam let out an appreciative whistle.

“Did I? That thing is heavenly beauty bottled in an aircraft. How long have you been testing it?”

“Just two weeks, I swear, I’m in love.”

A low cough broke through your nerd-out haze and you suddenly remembered there was someone else in the room with you. Quickly, you straightened and turned to greet Sam’s friend properly.

“Lieutenant Anthea Evans,” you said, holding out a hand and sweeping your gaze up and down the man before you. Right away, you could tell he was ex-military. His stance, the way he kept his back to the wall, and the controlled power in his grip as he shook your hand told you he had combat experience. His non-regulation hair and stubble told you he was not currently enlisted.

“Seargent James Barnes,” he replied automatically, then corrected himself. “Or, just Bucky.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Bucky,” you said. He seemed nervous, angling his body so his left side was away from you, shoulders tense beneath a loose leather jacket.

“What brings you around these parts?” you asked both men, stepping back to lean on the currently-unoccupied desk. “I’m not exactly in the neighborhood.”

“Not quite,” Sam chuckled. “We wanted to come see you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Sam,” you said. “We’re currently standing on a top-secret extra-governmental aircraft carrier running test flights of a cutting edge jet over territory that is not our own. None of us should even be here, so despite my stunning personality, I don’t think you’re risking ex-communication from the US government and possible capture and execution by a hostile world power just to drop in for a visit.”

Bucky cut in.

“Have you been watching the news?”

“Honestly?” you replied. “Not really. I spend most of my time with my bird or my crew. Shore leave isn’t really a thing for us, so I prefer to focus on what I can control over fretting about whatever the Five-Sided Puzzle Palace is doing.”

Bucky shot a confused look at Sam.

“The Pentagon,” Sam explained, before continuing. “Well, there’s been some pretty serious stuff going on.”

“When isn’t there?” you joked.

“Anthea, listen. This is serious.”

You sobered at Sam’s tone. Of course, you knew it was. Why else would Sam just show up on your super secure base out of the blue? 

“I’m listening,” you said, crossing your arms across your chest. 

Sam paced across the room for a moment before speaking again.

“Six months ago, half the world population came back.”

“I know,” you gave him a wry smile. “I was one of the people holding everything down until y’all came back.”

He shot you a longsuffering glare, but there wasn’t any heat behind it.

“ Obviously ,” he continued pointedly, “there’s been a spike in international incidents since then. Crime is through the roof, there are hundreds of thousands of displaced people—”

“Sam,” you cut him off gently. “I know this. Get to the point.”

Straightening, he stood before you, almost nervous despite his confident stance.

“I’m putting together a team,” he said. “The Avengers don’t exist anymore, but that doesn’t mean the reason they assembled is gone. Even with S.W.O.R.D. and S.H.I.E.L.D. operating again, the threats against regular people keep growing. We can protect people from the interdimensional alien baddies, but that means jack to the regular guy on the ground if he’s getting extorted for protection money by gangs of enhanced individuals.”

You tilted your head, eyebrows drawing together a little.

“Not that I don’t agree, Sam,” you said. “But why are you telling me this? You know my deal.”

A twinkle entered Sam’s eye.

“You know, being Captain America doesn’t just come with a fancy suit and shield.”

Your jaw dropped.

“You’re kidding.”

Sam grinned widely.

“I’m not.”

Jumping to your feet, you grabbed Sam’s shoulders.

“You’re kidding.”

He laughed at your energetic antics.

“I’m not. We need a pilot, and you know you’re the best. Job’s yours if you want it, you just have to stay out of trouble.”

You let out a decidedly un-military squeal, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.

“Sam!”

Words failing you, you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He returned the embrace, chuckling.

“I thought you might like to get off this boat and start flying some real missions again,” he said once you had calmed down to a containable level of enthusiasm.

“Would I ever,” you gushed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my White Hawk, and I’m going to miss it like crazy, but there’s only so many mach flight tests a pilot can do before you start feeling like it’s Groundhog Day all over again.”

“The good news just keeps coming, then,” Sam declared. “Because part of your transfer orders is to return the White Hawk to Stark Industries for further testing and experimentation.”

“Hand her over to another pilot?” you asked, almost offended at the idea of another pair of hands on the controls of the fastest, most agile aircraft you’d ever had the pleasure of flying.

Sam smiled.

“I didn’t say that.”

It took a moment for the news to sink in, but a moment later you were whooping and dancing around the tiny Ready Room, pulling Sam into a spin before you let go and bump into his silent companion, Bucky.

Bucky flinched back at your touch, but his scowl down at you slid right off your back.

“You hear that sergeant?” you ask him. “I get to leave AND I’m takin’ the White Hawk with me!”

You let out another cheer, ignoring Bucky’s lack of response and narrowed eyes directed towards Sam.

After letting you celebrate for another minute, Sam caught your arm, laughing.

“Alright there, squid, bring it down.”

You settle down pretty easily, just happy to have a reason to be happy.

“You won’t believe how glad I am to get off these four acres of sovereign US soil,” you said. “Been cooped up here far too long.”

“Maybe it finally taught you something about responsibility,” Sam sighed lightly, but his tone told you he wasn’t holding out much hope. You just scoffed in reply.

“When are we shipping out?”

“As soon as you can get your bags. You’re the reason we’re here, we got you, so we can get going on your ready.”

You were already heading for the door.

“See you in five, boys,” you declare, throwing them a wink and a smile. “You better let me fly us out of here.”

“Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise,” Sam replied, and you shut the door behind you, leaving them in the sparsely furnished, grey room.

“So,” Sam said, turning to Bucky, who had a rigid spine and unreadable mask firmly fixed on his face. “What d'ya think?”

Bucky slowly raised an eyebrow.

“It’s like being trapped in a room with an overexcited puppy,” he grumbled. “How old’s this kid?”

“Old enough to know what the hell she’s doing,” Sam answered, respect and admiration tinging his words. “She trained under the greatest pilot of the last hundred years. He taught her everything he knew, then she added some tricks of her own.”

Sensitive conversation over, the pair exited the ready room and began walking back towards the deck. 

“Why do they call her King?” Bucky asked, hair ruffling in the icy wind as they stepped away from the shelter of the hall and onto the tarmac.

“That’s her callsign, Kingpiece.”

At Bucky’s confused glance, Sam elaborated.

“You know how in chess you have a king?”

“Yeah, but you also have a queen. Wouldn’t that make more sense?”

“What happens if you lose the queen?”

“You’re down a huge advantage, she’s the most tactically agile piece on the board.”

“And what happens if you lose the king?”

Bucky hesitated.

“You can’t. If you lose the king then the game’s over.”

Sam shielded his eyes from the weak northern sun as he spotted you striding across the tarmac towards them, two duffle bags slung across your chest and a third in hand.

“If you lose the king the game is over,” he repeated. “But as long as you have the king piece the game is still in play. Until it falls, neither loss nor victory is certain, but you know you have a chance.”

Notes & Fun facts: King's White Hawk is based off of a cutting-edge jet prototype, the Boeing-Saab T-7 Red Hawk

"Kingpiece one and only, White Hawk, Ball on instruments, state three point five" I took some license with this. Still, basically, it's a "ball call" that translates to Kingpiece (pilot callsign) flying alone in a White Hawk (airplane identifier) can see the Ball (which is used to guide pilots into landing on the carrier) with 3,500 pounds of fuel. Obviously, King couldn't see the ball at this time due to the cloaking tech on the carrier, so I added "on instruments". A ball call is the pilot's radio call to the Landing Signal Officer (LSO)

The voice King hears on the loudspeaker yelling at her for catching the second wire (as opposed to the ideal third wire) is the air boss, the commander in charge of the flight deck and flight patterns on air carriers.

Paddles is the common nickname for Landing Security Officers, who are known for their little notebooks filled with acronyms from which they grade every landing on the carrier.

I hope you enjoyed this silly little thing! I have some ideas of where I want it to go, and I enjoy researching lingo/slang/reading LSO handbooks at 5am because I can't sleep and this is where my life has led me.

[kozumekenza]

house of memories :: five

:: kageyama tobio x f!reader :: playlist :: masterlist ::

:: taglist: open :: wc: 2.3k ::

the last you had heard of kageyama tobio, he was following his grandfather’s footsteps and leaving you behind to join the syndicate. a chance meeting throws him back into your life, along with all of the memories.

tw: mafia elements, profanity, blood, gunshot wound, kidnapping, knives, murder, alcohol

When Kageyama finally parks the car for your “date”, you’re not at a fancy restaurant or the penthouse, but at an upscale boutique that you know Miwa frequents. Kageyama opens the door for you as you try to determine why you’re here, but he answers your question before you can fully think about it.

“I know you just got done with lab, but our reservation tonight has a dress code. I’ve had something custom ordered for you, but if you don’t like it, you can choose anything you want. I also need to pick up my suit.”

You look down at your stained jeans and old t-shirt before looking back up. “You custom ordered something for me?”

Kageyama just nods and leads you into the boutique, where you’re greeted by name by the saleswoman. 

“You’re here for the Elie Saab and Armani, yes?”

“Yes, thank you.”

The saleswoman disappears after Kageyama replies, and you have to stop yourself from scolding him for spending so much money on you. 

Apparently, he can read your mind, because he looks over at you and says, “Not going to say anything about how much it costs?”

You scoff. “I think I’d rather not know.”

The woman returns to guide you both to the dressing rooms. The dress is gorgeous, a black low-cut floor-length draped with sequins. You twirl a few times before you exit the room and come face to face with Kageyama, decked out in black Armani. You match perfectly, and the woman tells you so, causing both of you to blush. 

Soon enough, you’re heading towards your next stop of the night. The restaurant Kageyama takes you to is beautiful, with floor to ceiling windows showcasing Tokyo’s skyline. The waiter leads you to a private room (another thing you want to scold Kageyama for) and brings bottle after bottle of wine. The food is amazing too; a full five-course meal prepared by the head chef. 

“You mentioned earlier that you were okay with this being a real date.” Kageyama swirls the wine in his glass as he speaks, his eyes locked on the drink. “What has changed?”

Sighing, you take a sip of wine. You knew that this conversation would be coming eventually, but after spending so much time at the penthouse while he recovered, you think you’re ready for it. You’ve thought a lot about what your future might look like, and while initially, you weren’t sure, now, you’re positive. You want Kageyama to be in your future. 

“A lot has changed. I’m not eighteen anymore, and neither are you. I’ve started my adult life, I’ve gone to college, I’ve matured. When we were eighteen, you told me you were leaving to do this, and that wasn’t something that I could handle at that point. I told myself that it was fine, that we could part ways and I’d never have to be involved, but well, look where I am now. I’m not mad about it, though. I’m glad we somehow found our way back to each other.”

“So, you’re okay with everything I do?”

“I don’t think okay with it would be a good word, but I understand it. It’s not like I necessarily approve of it, but you do what you have to do. It’s part of who you are.”

Kageyama’s still looking at his wine glass, avoiding your searching gaze. “Do you want to be with me? Even with all of the risks, not only to me, but to yourself? With all the blood on my hands?”

“Yes.” He finally looks at you. “I can’t walk away from you again. I won’t walk away from you again. I want you, and everything that comes with you. I want all of it.”

“You do?” The hope in his eyes makes you want to cry.

“Of course, I do.”

Kageyama’s smile is so wide, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile this big. “I’m relieved, honestly. It was going to hurt a lot to watch you leave again.”

“Well lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere.”

---

After a fulfilling dinner and far too many glasses of wine, Kageyama leads the two of you back to the penthouse. He’s very touchy now that you’ve confessed, his hand always on the small of your back or holding your own. You’re happy, thrilled even, for him to be yours once again. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be going down to the club tonight?” Both of you are currently sprawled on the couch, still in nice clothes, with Kageyama’s head on your lap. You run your fingers through his raven hair as he hums with his eyes shut. It’s hard to imagine him as someone that controls most of Tokyo’s underworld when he’s curled up in your lap like a puppy.

“I guess.” He sits up, his hair flopping into his eyes. “Do you wanna come?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Am I allowed?”

He looks at you incredulously, “Of course. It’s all yours now, anyways.”

“Aren’t you moving a bit fast?”

“Absolutely not.” He leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek. “It was always yours.”

You smile when he stands. “Can I change first? This dress is gorgeous, but it isn’t really fitting for a club.”

“Sure. I’ll meet you down here when you’re done.”

You nod and press a quick kiss to his lips before heading up the stairs to Miwa’s room. She’s still out doing whatever it is that Kageyama is supposed to be doing, and you left some of the clothes from your shopping spree here. You change into the zip-up Versace dress Miwa had suggested and touch up your makeup with Miwa’s stash before heading back down. 

Kageyama has changed too, instead of the Armani suit, he’s wearing what he had picked you up in earlier: black jeans and a dark coat. 

“Ready?” He holds his arm out to you and you take it, letting him lead you to the elevator.

---

You’ve been sitting in a booth on the main floor of the club for about an hour, nursing a cocktail, when Kageyama turns to you. So far, he’s just conversed with a few different people and kept an eye on things in the club. 

“I have a meeting in about fifteen minutes. I have a feeling it isn’t going to go very well. You can come with me if you want, but don’t feel pressured to.”

You weigh your options. If you’re really, truly, going to be a part of Kageyama’s life, you’ll need to know about this eventually. 

“I’ll come with you.”

“Okay.” He digs around in his pocket for a second, then passes you a small switchblade. “I’m not expecting you’ll need to use this, but things go wrong all the time. I’m sure you recognize this.”

You turn the knife over in your hands, nodding. It’s one that Kageyama always kept on him as a teenager; you remember summers of him showing you how to use it and how to sharpen it. 

“C’mon, let’s go.”

He takes your hand and leads you down a level and into a meeting room. A large rectangle table is the focal point, with two chairs at the head and five on each side. Kageyama’s guests are already there; you recognize Ushijima among them. You sit at the head of the table, to the right of Kageyama. The significance of the position does not go unnoticed by you or anyone else in the room; you assume that this seat is typically Miwa’s. You receive many ogling stares as you sit and you wonder how Miwa survives these; you’re the only woman in the room right now, and you guess that Miwa frequently is as well. 

Kageyama clears his throat as an attendant brings him a stack of papers. “Should we begin?”

“I’m more interested in knowing who this babe you brought is.” A man with blonde hair and an undercut leans forward and props his elbows up on the table. “I’m Miya Atsumu, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Miya,” the irritation is clear in Kageyama’s voice, “if you would like to keep your ability to speak, I suggest you shut your mouth.”

“Damn, I just wanted to know her name.” Miya raises his hands in innocence, and you sneak a glance at Kageyama, who seems to be regretting letting you come with him.

“Moving on.” Kageyama slides the papers to the center of the table. “Here’s the report for this month. Nothing of note on my side, besides Seijoh being a pain in the ass, as usual. Anything notable for any of you?”

Miya speaks up, “Seijoh placed their normal orders with us this month, besides one exception. There was an uptick in benzos, specifically Valium.”

“Do you think they’re planning something?”

“Hard to tell. I’d say possibly because Valium isn’t on their normal request list. Xanax is, but not Valium. It’s also not a typical party drug like Xanax, so I doubt they’re going to sell it.”

Kageyama hums. “Thank you, Miya. Next?”

A redheaded man that you recognize from your security detail speaks up next. You’re pretty sure his name is Hinata. “I’ve been busy with,” he gestures vaguely in your direction, “but Noya told me that Seijoh has been operating more out of their alternate base than their main one.”

The meeting continues in much of the same fashion, with each individual around the table giving their report on current events, until the last one. 

“Kindaichi.” Kageyama’s voice is commanding, and you immediately know that this is the person who is going to cause this meeting to go wrong. 

The man’s head snaps up, his voice shaking as he speaks. “Yes, sir.”

“You know what you’ve done.” Kageyama slides a knife down the table to him. “You know the rules. You know where your loyalties lie. Choose carefully. I expect your answer by tomorrow morning. Everyone, you’re dismissed.”

Kageyama remains seated, and you follow suit. After everyone has filed out of the meeting room, Kindaichi is still remaining. 

“Yes, Kindaichi?”

You can tell that the man is shaking, terrified of the consequences of whatever it is that he has done. “I-I didn’t mean to, it was an accident, he blackmailed me, and I had no choice, I swear-”

“Save it. You’ve broken my trust and put lives in danger. You will make the decision, or I will make it for you.”

“Sir, I-”

The bang of a gunshot shocks you. Kindaichi is slumped in a pool of blood, and Kageyama sighs and runs a hand through his hair as he returns the glock to the waistband of his jeans. 

“Sorry you had to see that.”

“I-It’s okay.” You can’t pull your eyes away from the corpse. You knew something like this was going to happen. You aren’t necessarily scared, just slightly surprised. You knew it was coming, but it still shocked you. 

“I’m done for the night.” Kageyama stands and puts a hand on your shoulder as you continue staring. “Why don’t we go back to the penthouse, and I can explain what just happened?”

You nod, your face blank as you finally look away and allow Kageyama to lead you out of the room.

---

When you’re finally upstairs, changed into one of Kageyama’s shirts and cuddled up in his bed with him, you speak.

“He wasn’t going to make it out of that room, was he?”

The movie neither of you are watching continues playing in the background as Kageyama sighs and buries his face in your neck. 

“No, he wasn’t.”

“What did he do?”

Kageyama pauses, just slightly. “He was the one who stole the files.”

Your gasp is audible as you sit up. “Really?”

“Yes. It was a huge betrayal, no matter what he was saying.” Kageyama winces before he continues. “Normally, I would’ve done much, much worse than just kill him, but I’m tired.”

You laugh a little as you lay back down, your head on Kageyama’s chest. “It makes sense. I can’t blame you, it's awful that he did that.” You pause, searching for your next question. “Who were the people in the meeting?”

“Members of other syndicates that I’m allied with, as well as some from my own. I’m sure you recognized Hinata and Ushijima. Miya Atsumu and his twin Osamu were there from Inarizaki. Akaashi Keiji from Fukurodani. Kuroo Tetsurou and Kozume Kenma from Nekoma.”

“Hm.” You’re getting tired, lulled to sleep by Kageyama’s deep voice and steady heartbeat.

“Enough of that. You’re exhausted.” He runs a hand up and down your back. “Get some sleep, y/n.”

“Hm.”

You fall asleep with a satisfied smile on your face, cuddled up in Kageyama’s arms.

---

When you wake up the next morning, the other side of the bed is cold. You check your phone to find a text from Kageyama. 

Had to go to work, I’m sorry. There’s breakfast downstairs. Miwa and I are both out, so take one of the cars in the garage. Keys are hanging in the foyer. I’ll meet you for lunch later.

You smile to yourself. Breakfast, your choice of sports car, and a promise for lunch. You could definitely get used to this life of luxury.

---

You walk out of your lecture hall with a sinking feeling in your chest. Ever since you left the penthouse this morning, you’ve felt off. You shake your head to try to clear it as you walk to your lab building. It’s a beautiful day, the late fall winds have started to die down, and the skies are clear. The campus feels serene with how empty it is right now, which also seems a bit weird. You jog up the steps and into the building, pushing open the doors. As you turn the corner, you swear you can feel someone breathing down your neck.

A rag is pressed to your face as someone grabs you from behind, dragging you towards an empty classroom. You struggle, throwing elbows and trying to yell, but your attacker is just too strong. Your vision blurs as you continue inhaling through the rag, which you now realize is soaked in chloroform. 

The last thing you remember before you lose consciousness is a man with brown hair leaning over your terrified face, a sickening smile on his face. 

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[reallyreallyreallytrying]

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[dfdph]

Spotlight - Prologue

Author D.

Pairing Jungkook x Reader (female)

Genre Actor AU | Hollywood AU | Exes to Lovers AU | Romance | Fluff | Angst

Warnings Mentions of cyber bullying

Word count 3.5k

Summary “Her stylist had chosen a wonderful black Elie Saab Haute Couture for the occasion. The gown was long, sleek and structured, with overlaying tulle and tafta, the top was semi-transparent, with long sleeves and padded shoulders,  and the whole dress was adorned with an intricate golden embroidery that highlighted her figure craftily. Her hair had been pinned neatly in a bun on top of her head, with some twists and braids that she had no way of replicating on her own. The make up artist had played with golden eyeshadow and had drawn a strong and thick black line with the eyeliner, making her gaze sharper and sexier. Y/N looked like a chic princess warrior, ready for battle. And, somehow, she really felt like it. She wasn’t anxious only about the ceremony, she had read the lineup, she had read his name. She knew there was no avoiding him this time: her first love, Jeon Jungkook.”

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     Award season was the period of the year Y/N hated the most. Despite being in the entertainment industry since she was a teenager - and now being in her late 20s -, she still couldn’t get used to the stress it put her through. She actually looked forward to dressing up and posing in front of dozens and dozens of photographers at the beginning of her career, but now that she had made a name for herself, now that everyone knew who she was, Y/N would gladly stay in her king sized bed watching some movie instead. Unfortunately, even if she wanted to, there was no way she could avoid attending this season’s ceremonies. 

     The past year had been Y/N’s most rewarding yet. She had been in fact casted by a renowned and award-winning director as the main character of his new historical movie, which turned out highly successful at the box office - earning more than $110,000,000 on its opening weekend - and highly acclaimed by the critics who had praised, not only the cinematography and the intricacy of the plot, but especially Y/N’s performance - described as raw, heartbreaking and graceful. To no one’s surprise, she was soon nominated as Best Actress in most of the award events, winning all of them despite the high competition and enriching the collection of trophies she had displayed in her home office.

     When she debuted ten years ago with a minor role in an episode of a television series she only dared dreaming of reaching such a peak in her career. She could have never imagined that she would become one of the highest paid actresses in the industry, that she would afford buying her dream car and her dream house in Los Angeles, and that she would have millions of fans supporting her all over the world. Yet, there she was, getting ready for ‘the dream come true’, the award of the awards: the Oscars. And she, Y/N Y/L/N, had been chosen as the strongest contender in her category: Best Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role. She had already been nominated twice before, but this time was different, this time she felt she could actually win. Hence why she couldn’t stop walking anxiously back and forth in the 5 star hotel room her staff had booked for the day.

     Her stylist had chosen a wonderful black Elie Saab Haute Couture for the occasion. The gown was long, sleek and structured, with overlaying tulle and tafta; the top was semi-transparent, with long sleeves and padded shoulders, and the whole dress was adorned with an intricate golden embroidery that highlighted her figure craftily. Her hair had been pinned neatly in a bun on top of her head, with some twists and braids that she had no way of replicating on her own. The make up artist had played with golden eyeshadow and had drawn a strong and thick black line with the eyeliner, making her gaze sharper and sexier. 

     Y/N looked like a chic princess warrior, ready for battle. And, somehow, she really felt like it. She wasn’t anxious only about the ceremony, she had read the lineup, she had read his name. She knew there was no avoiding him this time: her first love, Jeon Jungkook.

     Y/N was a completely different woman from who she was back in high school.

     She had grown in a very poor family. Her mother had to raise her, alongside her older brother, all on her own, working long hours as a housekeeper for a rich and snob family who mistreated her and paid her just enough so that she couldn’t resign. She was a very sweet woman who had to struggle every day to give her two children the most normal life she could afford. Y/N’s father, on the other hand, was never present: an alcoholic who couldn’t keep a job for more than a month, he regularly failed to pay child support after the divorce and never once made a call to hear from them.

     Y/N understood the importance of money early on, in elementary school, when her classmates started teasing her because of her hand-me-down clothes. She was used to wear her brother’s old t-shirts every now and then and never thought too much of it. She didn’t see any difference between the rock bands pictures or the flowery prints, she didn’t realize it mattered. And when she had told her mother that those girls had laughed at her, the woman almost cried, so Y/N decided not to mention it ever again.

     Y/N grew up into a very introverted and shy teenager. She wasn’t good with socializing and generally preferred being on her own. Her desire for solitude was so evident that her classmates gave up on their attempts to befriend her and she soon became the lone wolf of their high school. By junior high, she became almost invisible. 

     Strangely enough, Y/N’s dream was that to become an actress, a profession that required a lot of things she lacked of. Confidence, to begin with, or charisma. The only thing she believed she could do was hide inside the unused storage room on the second floor and play with the old props left by the drama club. 

     She met Jungkook while doing just that. 

     The boy was just coming back from the first meeting of the Mathematics Discussion Club - of which he was the president - when he heard someone crying from a room he never noticed before. He opened the door quietly, peeking his head inside the dim lighted room, only to find the silhouette of a girl lying on the floor in a fetal position and seemingly crying her lungs out in pain. She had her hands clutching tightly her head and she was sobbing so hard that she was on the verge of hyperventilating. On instinct, Jungkook rushed to her side, his books, pencils and calculator clattering all over the floor. 

     “Are you ok?!” he screamed in worry, putting his hands over her shoulders.

     Y/N jumped up, her wailing stopping so abruptly that it made Jungkook jump as well. As it turned out, Y/N was doing nothing more than acting the part of a terminally ill girl who was suffering intense head pains - a part she had invented all on her own to test her ability with dramatic scenes. it was something she did quite often. Just the day before she was performing Meryl Streep’s part in “Into the Woods” to an invisible audience.

     “I-I’m ok.” she mumbled, drying the fake tears from her cheeks.

     “What the hell?” Jungkook murmured, looking at her in astonishment. “What was that?”

     “I was ... I was just pretending.” she replied, her voice horse from all the screaming.

     “Pretending?” he repeated as he sat bewildered on the dirty floor. “You were pretending to be in pain? Why?!”

     Y/N felt the heat rising to her face. This was the first time she had to explain her weird little secret to anyone. “Acting.”

     “Acting.” Jungkook repeated once again. “And why are you doing it in here?” he asked looking around the creepy space, with its spider webs and abandoned miscellaneous objects. “What is this place anyways?”

     “It was the old storage room of the drama club.” Y/N replied. “They don’t use it anymore. There’s no space left.”

     “I can see that.” he said staring at the shelf just above their heads that looked about ready to collapse. “So, I guess you’re not in the drama club?”

     “No.” Y/N answered looking down at her crossed legs. She wondered if he was going to snitch on her. She really didn’t want to get in trouble. Besides, it wasn’t like she was doing something that terrible.

     “I could tell.” Jungkook replied. “I saw last year’s winter play and, let me tell you, you, crying on the floor 5 minutes ago, were ten times better than that.”

     Y/N looked back at him with her mouth open in surprise. She had no idea who this boy sitting crossed legged on the floor with her was, with his white button down shirt and over washed jeans, but he singlehandedly gave her the best compliment she could wish for. “Right?!” she exclaimed sitting straighter. “I thought so too! But everybody else acted as if they saw the best performance of their lives! I knew I couldn’t be the only one who taught that their interpretation of Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra was nothing but underwhelming.”

     “Damn right.” the boy nodded in agreement. “I actually looked forward to it because I prefer it over Romeo and Juliet, but I was so disappointed. You should have played Cleopatra!” he added in an afterthought. “Why didn’t you?”

     Y/N felt herself blush once again. “I never performed in front of anyone.” she confessed. “Apart from my mother an brother, that is.”

     “That’s a shame.” Jungkook murmured pensively. “You have real talent, storage room girl. Believe me, I’m an expert.”

     Being friends with Jungkook was easy, falling in love with him was even easier. It came so naturally that Y/N didn’t even have the chance to fully realize it before they were officially dating.

     He was everything Y/N wasn’t and everything she wanted to be. Even at 16 years old he already was a very confident boy. He was incredibly smart, funny and a little bit nerdy. He didn’t belong to the upper class of their high school social pyramid, nor the middle, but he had no care in matching those standards because he loved himself for who he was - Stark Trek t-shirts, consumed tennis shoes and all. 

     In the short year the two of them were together, from junior to senior year, Jungkook became the reason behind Y/N’s happiness. She wasn’t aware of how lonely she really had been while asking to be left alone. Jungkook taught her to be open towards the world, to be curious and to believe in herself and her abilities. Thanks to him and his never ending support Y/N came to realize that she wasn’t meant to hide inside the abandoned storage room on the second floor, but she deserved the chance to follow her dreams.

     Together they filed their applications for college: Jungkook always wanted to become an aerospace engineer and had set the personal - and ambitious - goal to work for NASA; Y/N, on the other hand, had worked hard during her last year in high school to win a scholarship for whichever Performing Arts College was willing to take her in - it didn’t matter which one because she knew she started her acting career late. All she wanted was to study to become an actress, to perform on stage and bring to life incredible stories, to be someone one day and someone else the other.

     But it was such a big dream, something so fickle and risky, that Y/N couldn’t help but being overwhelmed by fear, not only for her future but that of Jungkook’s as well, because after all, despite all the changes she had gone through, a part of her was still hiding from the world. So she did something stupid, something very cliché, that nevertheless seemed the right thing to do at that time: she broke up with him.

     It’s for his own good, she had thought. He is brilliant, I don’t want to hold him back.

     Jungkook fought her and for her. He was afraid something like this would happen, he was sure it wasn’t what she really wanted, he knew she was just afraid. But Y/N was a very talented actress indeed and for a moment, as she looked straight into his dark eyes and told him she didn’t love him anymore, Jungkook felt his confidence waver.

     “I’m really thankful for what you’ve done for me.” she had said. “I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for you.”

     “Please don’t lie.” he had whispered, trying to stop the angry and disappointed tears from falling from his eyes. “Don’t pretend. Not with me.”

     “I’m not.” Y/N replied, her voice firm. “I loved you, I really did. You’ll be my first love forever, Kook.”

     And the very next day, just like in one of those cheesy television dramas her mother loved so much, she flew hundreds of miles away from him, trying to not looking back. 

     If she said she never regretted it over the following years, it would be a lie. As she started her new life, she never failed to think of him. She wondered how he was doing, if his dreams were coming true and if he ever thought of her as much as she did of him. As she grew up and matured, Y/N realized how stupid her choice had been and how important Jungkook’s role had been in shaping her personality and in breaking her shell. Y/N was sure of it: if he didn’t found her that day inside the storage room, she wouldn’t be who she was today.

     Years after she broke up with him, Jungkook still popped up into her mind every now and then. She thought of him the first time she was casted for a walk on role in a movie; she thought of him the first time her name was credited in an episode of a TV show; she thought of him the first time she won an award.

      She thought of him with regret and a little bit of melancholy. Y/N never forgot him. Not even when when became so famous she barely had the time and energy to think about herself.

      The first time Y/N heard his name spoken by someone else’s mouth, three years ago, was a complete shock. She never talked of him to anyone, apart form her mother, her brother and Jimin, her best friend and manager, so he was supposed to be a nobody to everyone else but herself. As it turned out, with a very mysterious turn of events, Jungkook had left the path towards aerospace engineering and had decided to take his chance with acting. And from what Y/N gathered from the overheard conversation, he was starting to make a name for himself as well. 

     That night, back in her multimillion dollar villa, Y/N researched his name on the internet for the first time. 

     He was new to the industry and there wasn’t much about him, it was like he popped out of nowhere. But it was definitely Jungkook, Y/N recognized him from the pictures. He had grown into a beautiful man, so handsome that she did a double take and then had to stop herself from drooling. It wasn’t like he was ugly when they were together, but he was just a skinny teenager back then and this was a man, a real man who had lost all of his baby fat and now had a razor sharp jaw and a muscular body. Apparently, he was the protagonist of an ongoing TV series that was gathering a lot of success putting him in the center of the attention. ‘The new heartthrob’, that was how he was being called.

     Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what happened after they lost contact with each other that made him change his career so drastically. Whenever she thought about him she imagined him working on some challenging project for NASA, never on a movie set. She remembered he was passionate about theatre and cinema, but never once he had expressed the desire to become an actor like her. Y/N didn’t know what to think.

     As the years passed, Y/N watched as his acting career grew, as he starred in a success after the other and as he earned the respect of even the most strict directors and critics.

     Y/N watched, yes, but from afar, never daring to contact him and secretly avoiding the chances to meet him again. 

     She had been successful, until now.

     The drive to the Dolby Theatre went far too quick for Y/N’s taste. She could barely remember how she got from the hotel room where she had been preparing to the black luxury van. Before she knew it her stylist was taking away her favorite slippers and was putting on her dress-matching Dolce&Gabbana heels.

     Y/N didn’t have the time to think. Three years of running away and finally the moment had come. Jeon Jungkook - her first love, her ‘the one that got away’, probably her biggest regret - was probably in the car behind hers.

     “Y/N, two minutes.” Jimin called out, warning her to get ready. “You know the deal. Deep breath and own that red carpet as you always do. And-”

     “I know.” Y/N interrupted him. “The left side is my best side.”

     The man, dressed up as well in a black tux, gave her a wink. “I’ll be right behind you. You got this.” he declared, looking at her intensely. “This is the one.”

     “Thanks, Chim. But from all we know I could be the next Di Caprio.” she joked, the roaring noise from the red carpet now deafening.

     “On my dead body.” he smirked. “Talk to you later, princess.”

     “Later.” she hugged him briefly. “Oh, can you please make sure my mom and Seokjin got in fine? I totally forgot to call them.”

     “Of course. My assistant is with them, anyways.” Jimin said, putting a hand on the door handle. “Ready?”

     Y/N took a deep breath, put on her best charming expression and nodded. “Ready.”

     As soon as he opened the door, Y/N was immediately hit by the boisterous and echoing call of the fans. She wasn’t sure if it was only her impression but it seemed like every single one of them was screaming her name. She was, indeed, one of the biggest names of the night, there was no use in denying it, but Y/N couldn’t help but wish they stopped making her presence so obvious.

     A young usher, pretending not so well to be indifferent and trying to be professional, guided her towards the beginning of the red carpet, hundreds of cellphones following her movements like magnets.

     “Please, come this way, miss Y/L/N.” the usher instructed in a slightly trembling voice. “There will be someone from the staff signaling you were to stop to pose for the photographers.”

     Y/N knew this already. She had attended countless of events like this, after all. Yet she didn’t say anything to the shy boy, preferring to smile at him sincerely. “Thank you very much.” she said, watching as he blushed violently.

     Y/N started her walk, Jimin and her stylist following a few steps behind to make sure that everything went smoothly. The photographers went wild as soon as they saw her, the flashes of their cameras blinding her almost angrily. She was used to it now, she had mastered the trick: squinting sexily and blinking strategically.

     As she walked slowly towards the entrance of the theatre, posing with confidence and channeling her best princess warrior, Y/N almost forgot the worries she had about Jungkook, until a new wave of screams echoed to her ears. She stiffened, even if imperceptibly. It was him, the line up said he would be walking right after her. 

     The time had finally come. Ten years had passed and she was seeing Jeon Jungkook again for the first time. 

     She continued to walk nonchalantly, every step confident and her chin up and proud. But once she reached the end of the red carpet and the photographers moved their attention away from her, Y/N couldn’t help but stop for a second, ignoring a fellow actress and ‘friend’ waving at her a few feet further. 

     She could feel him, she could feel his presence behind her back. She could either turn around and catch a glimpse of him, or resume walking and pretend he wasn’t there. It took her a couple of moments of indecisiveness, in which Jimin looked at her questioningly, before taking the umpteenth deep breath of the evening.

     She turned, the hem of her $30 000 black dress brushing almost magically over the carpet, and there he was. For a moment the memory of the nerdy boy from high school overlapped the image in front of her. She was well aware of the fact that he wasn’t that teenager anymore, she had seen his pictures, watched his movies and interviews. The boy she remembered was long gone: standing tall and proud, more than twenty feet from her, was now Jeon Jungkook ‘the actor’, dressed in a perfectly tailored night blue tux that highlighted his toned body, black patent leather shoes and impeccably styled hair.

     And he was staring - with his dark and deep black eyes - right back at her.

[solarune]

silver and gold

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader

genre: smut, literally just some good ol’ pwp, billionaire au, established relationship

warnings: choking, both soft and hard dom tae hehehe, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected sex (always use a condom, kids!!!), spit play, creampie, cumplay, fingering, multiple orgasms, slight degradation, orgasm denial, daddy kink, he slaps oc’s ass once (1), taehyung’s overuse of pet names

word count: 4,690

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so i’m sorry if it’s not that good lol, i’m trying :/ idk how often i’ll be posting this kind of stuff bc this took me a long time to write but i do want to practice more so we’ll see. inspired by a convo i had with @gamerguk​ during a very late summer night

The second you entered Seokjin’s mansion for the charity gala, Taehyung knew he was done for. After being friends with you for 5 years, dating you for 2 years, and being only weeks away from when he plans on proposing, you would think that Taehyung would be used to having his breath taken away every time he sees you. But no.

He had been talking to Jimin about their fathers going golfing together this upcoming weekend when he felt something at the back of his brain urging him to look around. He’s convinced that he has a sixth sense when it comes to knowing when you’re near at this point, because the second he turns his head, there you are, being greeted by the host himself. Jimin’s words now fall on deaf ears as Taehyung stares at you; he starts from your exposed shoulders and follows the curves of your body that are accentuated by the floor-length Elie Saab dress you’re wearing, his eyes linger on the slight bit of skin that’s exposed by the slit in the dress before going back up to note the gold rings on your hands and matching gold earrings. Taehyung already knows this but damn, he really is in love with you.

And just like Taehyung, you also developed a sixth sense over the years, somehow knowing where Taehyung is at all times. Seokjin hands you a glass of champagne and you take a sip as you nod at his words, laughing at one of his classic dad jokes before glancing around the room while he talks. Your eyes meet Taehyung’s and you smile at him, your eyebrows raising at the glittering floral pattern wrapping around his Alexander McQueen suit jacket that makes him the center of attention even at the edge of the room. You then excuse yourself from Seokjin, pointing him in the direction of Kim Namjoon, another mutual friend of yours, who had just entered to distract him. You finish the pale gold liquid in your glass before making your way over to Taehyung, ignoring the stares you can feel on your figure because you only ever have eyes for one man.

“There you are, my love,” Taehyung says as you close the distance between the two of you, carelessly interrupting the conversation that him and Jimin were in the middle of just to greet you. “I was just beginning to wonder if Hoseok had gotten lost on the way here.” He snakes an arm around your waist, a hand dripping in silver resting delicately on your hip to pull you closer.

You laugh at that, thinking back to not even 30 minutes ago when the driver in question had taken a random turn to get out of traffic and did indeed end up getting the two of you lost. “Ah, no,” you shake your head as you grab another glass of champagne from a passing waiter. “An appointment with a patient kept me at the hospital longer than I expected so we ran into traffic on the way here. It takes more than a few minutes for me to look this good, you know.” You wink at Jimin at your last statement, clinking glasses when he smirks at you.

Taehyung licks his lips with a hum as he gives you another once-over, his pants already beginning to feel a bit too tight at the thought of taking you home. It may have taken you hours to get ready but it would only take him a few seconds to ruin all of your hard work.

Taehyung’s hands leave fire in their wake as he tugs you closer to him, his fingers pressing harshly into your thighs as he pushes aside the fabric of your dress to caress the swell of your ass. The cool temperature of the silver rings on his fingers have a stark contrast to how hot his hands feel, causing goosebumps to rise along your skin as his lips brush against yours. When you look up into his eyes, they’re as dark as the suit on his body, and when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice is as low as the neckline of your dress.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” he rasps, nails lightly scratching at the skin of your ass before squeezing. “Wearing something like this knowing full well that we had to stay at Seokjin’s damn gala for the whole 4 hours.” His left hand reaches up to tug at your hair and angle your head for him to lick into your mouth and make you moan. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” he accuses rather than asks. You bite down on your lower lip to prevent a smirk from appearing on your face, shrugging your shoulders in response as you fiddle with one of the buttons on his white shirt. Taehyung opens his mouth to question your silence but is interrupted when the elevator dings, the doors opening seconds later to reveal your spacious penthouse.

Taehyung loosens his tie as he gently pushes you towards the bedroom, confusion evident on your face as you tighten your grip on his hand. “Go wait for me in the bedroom, love, I’ll be there in a bit.” You comply with his words, your whole body tingling with excitement at the possibilities of what your boyfriend has in store for the night. “And take off the dress.” You turn to look at Taehyung and are met with his signature mischievous smirk. “Wouldn’t want Mr. Saab’s assistant to give us another lecture on how to properly handle designer dresses, now do we?”

You enter the room and take a seat on the edge of the bed after stripping, thighs coming together as you wait nervously. You can hear glass clinking from the kitchen and wonder what Taehyung’s doing—and why it’s taking so damn long. But you know better than to leave your spot and check on him; last time you did that, he edged you for so long that you gave him the silent treatment after. Fidgeting in your spot on the bed, your hands subconsciously begin to creep toward your thighs but are stopped when you hear Taehyung’s footsteps making their way toward you. You sit up straighter and place your hands in your lap, your heart rate picking up once more just as he enters the room.

He holds a glass in one hand, amber liquid swirling around as he brings it up to his lips to finish before placing it on the vanity. Slowly, Taehyung approaches you and you feel your entire body freeze when he tilts your head up by placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin. “You’re gonna be good for me tonight, right pretty girl?” he murmurs, his eyes following his thumb that strokes your bottom lip. “You’re gonna take what I give you?”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, clearing your throat when he raises an eyebrow at you. “Yes, I’ll be good.”

Taehyung hums thoughtfully as he retracts his hand, removing his suit jacket and placing it on a chair in the corner of the room before going back over to you. His eyes rake over your figure and you’re just beginning to feel shy the longer he stares at you when suddenly, Taehyung’s lips are on yours and you let out a moan when you feel his hand wrap lightly around your neck. Your thighs rub against each other at the sensation of his rings against your skin, his tongue pushing past your lips to lick at the roof of your mouth before he pulls away once more, only a strand of saliva connecting your lips together. “Lie down for me, love.” 

You scramble to push yourself towards the head of the bed, barely having enough time to get settled before he’s clambering over you to lick at your neck. A gasp escapes your lips as he sucks and bites at the skin, body thrumming with excitement each time he runs his tongue over a new mark. His fingers toy with the waistband of your panties as he mouths at your collarbone, snapping the undergarment against your skin when he pulls away. “Bet you’re fucking soaked right now, aren’t you?” he teases you with a smirk as his fingers slide down to feel you through your panties. The both of you groan when he rubs your clit over the soaked-through fabric, your hands fisting into the sheets as he does so. A whine of protest threatens to escape your lips when you feel him stop but is immediately replaced with a soft gasp as he pushes your panties to the side to tease your entrance. 

“You want it?” he asks you, teasing you even more by dipping his finger in ever so slightly. “You want my fingers in you, stretching you out to get you ready for my cock? Or what about my mouth, hm? Sucking at your clit before I fuck you with my tongue? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Taehyung feels pride bloom in his chest as he watches your face contort in pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with a whimper as your only answer to him. “C’mon, honey, use your words. Gotta say something or else I’ll stop.”

“Yes,” you breathe out as your brain struggles to form a coherent thought, anything to get Taehyung to keep touching you. “Want your fingers and your mouth on my pussy, please.”

“That’s my girl,” Taehyung praises you, his hands leaving you despite his previous words making your eyes shoot open. “Need you to prove to me that you’re gonna be good though. Only good girls get to be touched.” You push yourself up onto your elbows as you look at him, your mind still a bit foggy from his hands being on you. He looks at the floor and then back at you, nodding in your direction. “You know what to do.”

With that, you scramble off the bed, wincing from how hard your knees hit the wooden floor but you’re too eager to please. Taehyung chuckles as he watches you because he can also tell how eager you are, the sound of his belt buckle coming undone making your mouth water and making his cock impossibly harder. “Look at you, so ready to have my cock in your mouth,” he coos as his hand comes up to pet your hair, biting down on his lower lip when you look up at him through your lashes. Your hands shake slightly as you reach up to unbutton his pants, stifling a moan at the sight of his covered hard-on. Taehyung begins to unbutton his shirt as he watches you lean forward to mouth at his dick, his breath catching in his throat when you run your tongue along it through the fabric. He pushes your hair away from your face as you do so, his eyes hooded as he watches, and you smile up at him innocently, knowing that he’s only doing that as a way to tell you to get on with it. 

You remove his boxers in one swift motion, your tongue darting out to lick at your lips when his dick is finally revealed to you. Taehyung’s eyes widen ever so slightly when you reach down to gather your wetness on your palm, groaning when you grip his dick and mix it with his pre-cum to spread around and get him wet. You drag your tongue along the underside from base to tip, eyes closing when your mouth finally closes over the head. Taehyung’s nails scratch at your scalp and his rings tangle with your hair as he grips it tightly, and you can’t help but hum at the feeling, the vibrations from the sound causing him to let out his own moan. You slowly start to take more of him into your mouth, his breathing stuttering as you do so, and you can feel your desire dripping down your thighs by the time he hits the back of your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose to control your gag reflex, you open your eyes to look up at him and let out a moan at the fucked out expression on his face, your hands coming up to grip his thighs as you begin bobbing your head. 

“Oh fuck,” Taehyung whispers, teeth biting down on his lower lip at the way you hollow your cheeks each time you come back up. He feels like he’s in heaven each time you take him deep enough to hit the back of your throat, and he grunts when you release him with a pop to take a breath. “Good girl. Always take my cock so well, hm?” he praises you, and your eyes flutter shut when you feel him stroking your hair. You’re about to take him back into your mouth when you feel his grip on your hair tighten to prevent you from moving forward, and you look up at him in confusion. “Gonna cum if you keep going, sweetheart, don’t want that to happen.” He pulls you up so you’re standing in front of him, his hand reaching up to wrap around your throat as he brings his face close to yours. “The only place my cum is going is in this sweet pussy of yours, isn’t that right? That’s where you want it?” 

He brings his other hand down to cup your heat, and you release a shuttered breath when you feel him purposefully dig the heel of his palm into your clit. “Ngh- want your cum in me,” you moan out as your hips buck up into his hand, his rings slightly cool against your skin. “Please, Tae, need you to fill me up.”

Taehyung pushes you towards the bed and you lay back, biting back a smile when his hands come up to unclasp your bra and throw it off to the side. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive area, and you can’t help but fist your fingers through his hair, your rings getting caught in the long strands and causing him to groan. You release your grip when you feel him begin to trail down your body, his kisses warm against your skin as he makes his way down. He slowly removes your panties, chuckling at the way you quickly kick them away from you, and takes a moment to admire the way you glisten even in the low light. 

“Is this for me?” he asks you, head tilting to the side teasingly as he looks up at you. He places his hands on your inner thighs to keep them apart when you begin to squirm under his gaze, removing one to circle a finger around your core as he hums thoughtfully. “Hm… Yeah, I think this is all for me.” Taehyung brings a digit up and pops it into his mouth, never breaking eye contact with you as he tastes you on himself. “My pretty baby, always so sweet,” he mumbles as he leaves kisses on your inner thigh, teeth biting down on his lower lip while he smirks because he’s so close to where you want him and he knows you’re getting impatient.

“Taehyung,” you whine as your hands fist at the sheets while you squirm underneath him. You’re itching to touch him, to get your hands in his hair again so you can get his damn mouth on you, but you know that if you do that, you’ll be in a whole lot of trouble. You roll your hips slightly, as a reminder of what you’re waiting for, and he chuckles, nuzzling his nose into the soft skin of your thigh.

“Sorry honey, you know I like how you get when I’m teasing you,” Taehyung apologizes while wrapping his arm around your leg so that he can rub circles into your clit with his thumb. His words completely contrast his personality from just a few minutes ago, making you stop your squirming to stare at him. “Love seeing you get all needy for me, baby. Because you know that I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.” He brings himself closer and flattens his tongue against your heat, licking a fat stripe from your entrance up to your clit. 

Your grip on the bed sheets tighten once more, hips bucking up as he continues his tongue’s motions against your core. Your legs shake as they threaten to close over his head, the only thing stopping them being Taehyung’s hands prying them apart. A strangled moan leaves your lips when he dips his tongue into your entrance, and when you finally open your eyes to look at Taehyung, he’s already looking at you and you can’t help but gasp from how fucked out he looks. He starts to rub faster circles on your clit and you whine, the noise making Taehyung groan and rut into the bed to get some sort of friction. Seeing him getting all worked up just from eating you out causes you to clench around his tongue, and both he and you know that you’re getting close to your first orgasm of the night.

“C’mon honey, cum in my mouth,” Taehyung encourages you as he laps at your heat. “Mmm- wanna taste you so fucking bad. Can feel you clenching around my tongue- ughhh- just let go for me, yeah?”

“Taehyung- oh fuck,” you gasp when he starts to suck at your clit. “Nghh- baby, feels s-so- shitfuckfuck feels so good.” You’re barely able to string together a coherent sentence from the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins and your stomach tightens as the first waves of your orgasm begin to wash over you. “Hhhh Tae I’m cumming, I-”

Tae smirks against your pussy as you writhe underneath him, wave after wave of pleasure coming as he tongue-fucks you through your orgasm. He places one last kiss on your inner thigh before sliding his hands up your body to hover over you. “How was that, baby, hm?” he hums, nosing along your cheek as he waits for you to calm down. “Felt good?”

“Fuckin’ amazing,” you answer, your words slightly slurred from just how blissed out you are. You feel like you’re drunk off of him, each touch and kiss leaving you with a buzz in your veins. Taehyung pulls his face back enough to look at you, a small smirk present as he looks at your hooded eyes. You bite down on your bottom lip as you lift up a hand to run through his hair, Taehyung’s eyes closing as he leans into your touch. Your fingers slip through the silky locks before settling on the side of his neck, thumb coming up to stroke his jaw. Taehyung lets out a soft sigh of content as you touch him, and your eyes are following your hand as you place it over his neck and give it a light squeeze. His eyes flash open and stare directly into yours and you can’t help but giggle as he glares at you in warning. “Want your cock now, Taehyungie,” you smile brightly at him as you bat your eyelashes.

Taehyung chuckles at that, his own hand coming up to wrap around your throat as he cocks an eyebrow at you and squeezes his hand just enough to make your breathing stutter. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock yet,” he teases you, and your eyes become wide at his words. “Wearing that dress tonight just to tease me, demanding my cock and thinking you’ll get it just like that. You’ve been acting like a slut all night, haven’t you, honey. I give you one orgasm and this is how you’re going to act?”

You shiver at the insult and let out a soft gasp when his hand tightens around your throat just a little bit more. “I’ll fuck your little pussy with my fingers as long as you don’t cum,” he says while his hand slides down your body once more. “If you can behave, then I’ll reward you.” Before you can even open your mouth, Taehyung is sliding a finger in and begins pumping it in and out of you, chuckling when he sees just how tightly you clutch at the sheets. “You’ve wanted something in this greedy pussy of yours all night long, huh?” he asks you, not expecting an answer because he already knows it. 

Not like you could answer anyways, especially when he slipped a second finger in and started fucking you faster. You could feel a second orgasm coming, your stomach tightening faster by the second, only for Taehyung to rip it away from you when he suddenly removes his fingers. The speed at which you pick your head up to glare at him almost gives you whiplash, and Taehyung only smiles at you widely, stroking your sides softly to bring you down from your impending pleasure. He continues this twice more and by the end of your third ruined orgasm, you’re on the verge of tears, your legs shaking around his torso as Taehyung just stares down at you smugly. “Why are you crying?” he mocks you. “I thought you were going to take what I give you. I’m giving you my fingers, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I want more,” you cry, your shaking hands coming up to grip at his biceps desperately. “I need more, please.”

“Beg for it then,” Taehyung says as he begins to rub at your clit. Your body shivers at both his words and the stimulation. “Beg for more and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you, Taehyung, I need you. I want you to stuff my tight pussy with your cock, want to feel you fill me up with your cum.” His fingers pick up speed and your whole body begins to shake. You’re babbling at this point, your brain working on overdrive to try to string together the perfect combination of words that will get Taehyung to finally fuck you as your toes begin to curl from his touch. “Want you to fuck me hard- fuckyes- want you to make me cum so bad. Please daddy, I just wanna cum.” You open your mouth to let out a long moan but his touch is gone before you can do so, causing tears to brim in your eyes once again. “Fuck me, daddy, please,” you whimper, a single tear slipping down your cheek.

You hear the sheets rustle and you’re about to beg more when you feel the head of Taehyung’s cock pushing into your entrance, causing you to open your eyes. You’re met with Taehyung’s heavy gaze, pupils blown wide as he pushes into you. “God, you’re such a fucking slut,” he groans as he slides in. “Who knew my baby was so fucking dirty. Calling me daddy and then crying and begging for me to fuck you. You’re so damn wet, you need my cock in your cunt that badly?”

When Taehyung is fully inside you, he only gives you a few seconds to adjust before he starts fucking you hard. He adjusts your legs so that your knees are close to your chest, hitting a deeper angle, and you let out the loudest moan that even pornstars would blush when he pulls out and slams back into you. “Such a slut for my cock, you’re only satisfied when I stuff this fucking cunt full.” He reaches down and pinches your nipples, your orgasm hitting you when he doesn’t pull his cock out and instead grinds into you. 

“FuckfuckfuckI’mcummingI’mcum-” You’re breathing rapidly as wave after wave of pleasure hits you, your orgasm so intense that your vision goes white. When you come to, Taehyung is fucking you a bit slower, gaze still dark but a hint of concern showing in his face and in the way he softly strokes your hair to calm you down. Your eyes feel heavy but you force yourself to meet Taehyung’s gaze, smiling up at him tiredly as he begins fucking into you faster. 

“Do I fuck you that good, baby?” he pants while he drills into you. “My cock is that good that I’m able to make you cum in seconds?” He pulls out to reposition you, the grip he has on you bordering manhandling as he turns you over and slaps your ass. “Hands and knees, honey.”

Before you even have the chance to prepare yourself, Taehyung is shoving himself back into you once more. He angles himself so that he’s hitting your g-spot with each thrust, and you let out a cry when his hand wraps around your throat to pull you up, your back pressed against his chest as he pistons into you. You’re speechless at this point, every part of your body drowning in just how good Taehyung fucks you. “Look at you, you’re practically drooling,” Taehyung says lowly in your ear, turning your face to the side so that you look at him. He brings his thumb up to your bottom lip and grins when you immediately open your mouth for him. “So obedient,” he says, still in awe after all these years at just how good you are for him. Your eyes follow him as he leans closer to you, slick gushing down your thighs immediately when you watch him pucker his lips and spit directly in your mouth. You allow it to slide down your tongue before swallowing, opening your mouth to show him with a grin. 

“My pretty girl,” he mumbles as he presses kisses along the side of your neck, hand moving down to rub circles into your clit. “Now give me one more, baby, just one more.”

“Tae,” you whine, pussy clenching around his dick despite what you’re about to say. “I c-can’t. Not another one.”

He growls and then shoves you back down, his hand around the back of your neck as he shoves your face into the mattress. Taehyung begins pounding into you, a smirk on his face when you let out a scream. “The way you’re clenching around me right now says otherwise. Now be a good girl and cum for daddy.” You feel your body go limp as he fucks you good, your back curving and ass meeting his every thrust as you just take what he’s giving you. 

You both reach your highs at the same time, your whole body shaking from the pleasure as Taehyung drapes his body over yours and paints your insides white. You feel his breath on your neck as he nuzzles his face into you and you let out a breathy chuckle while your hand comes up to pet his hair. It’s only then that you realize what you said to him in your time of desperation, and you have to stop yourself from pushing Taehyung off of you because “Oh my god, I really just called you ‘daddy’.”

Your boyfriend chuckles as he pulls out, the bed slightly bouncing as he rolls over and lands beside you. Your cheeks are blazing, both from the sex and from the embarrassment, as Taehyung pulls you to him and you can’t help but relish in his warmth. He presses a kiss to your forehead as he says, “Honestly, it’s a good thing I didn’t know you had a daddy kink in the beginning. Otherwise I would’ve fallen in love with you and proposed way too soon and then scare you away.”

You smack his chest as he grins down at you, his fingers running up and down your bare back comfortingly. “I was yours from day 1, Tae, you couldn’t get rid of me that easily,” you tease him, your eyes drifting closed as he continues drawing shapes on your skin.

Taehyung’s mind wanders to the black velvet box hidden in the back of the tallest shelf in the kitchen, and he sure as hell hopes that you have no intention of leaving because he sure as hell has no intention of letting you go any time soon.

[jeongyunhoed]

The 100-Day Relationship

alternatively titled: 10 Months Love

Member: Seonghwa Pairing: Seonghwa/OC Group: ATEEZ

Genre: Fluff, romance, comedy, tiny bit of angst (if you squint), fake dating

Summary: When wealthy socialite Juhyun is facing pressure to bring a date to the biggest wedding of the year and the beginning of the social season among the elite, she hurriedly asks an old college schoolmate, Park Seonghwa to be her boyfriend for the entire season. The longer they put up appearances, the more they realize that they never want the arrangement to end.

Things to note: Art curator!Seonghwa, a lot of expensive-ness going on. Other idols are mentioned as well (if you’ve read my fics, you know there will be). Tag list is forever open if you want to keep tabs on this fic, hehet! 

Warnings: Some cussing, we’ll be feeling poor and broke with what’s in here.

Tag list: @closer-stars , @masterninjacow , @kunrengui

Masterlist

Chapter 2

“So who is he?” Kibum asked the next day over breakfast. 

Kim Kibum was the son of the Kims that owned a chain of hotels and condominiums. The very building Juhyun lived in was owned by his family. The youngest son, he was a dedicated bachelor while his older siblings did all the corporate work. Kibum was also Juhyun’s best friend and constant date if she needed someone for an event, but she thought it would definitely change this time. 

“Who is who?” Juhyun raised a brow. 

“The guy you were with yesterday, grocery bags and all, I told you to call me after that meeting you had but you didn’t,” Kibum grinned. “So, who was he?” 

“Park Seonghwa, he’s an old schoolmate of mine, and the guy,” Juhyun paused. “The guy I have arranged to be my boyfriend for this entire social season…?” She looked at him, a little wary about what she revealed. 

Kibum gaped at her, unable to hide the surprise as he tried to understand what she did for a few seconds. “Juhyun….really? Are you that desperate?” 

Juhyun rolled her eyes at him. “No, well, maybe, but seeing as Jihan practically humiliated me when he cheated, I’m taking any chance I get. Seonghwa knows and understands what we’re going to get ourselves into anyway.” 

“Does Jinri know about this? You ought to tell the bride you’re bringing a plus one, given that she’s been bridezilla these past few weeks,” Kibum joked while taking a sip of his mimosa. 

“I didn’t need to. Jinri just assumed I’d be bringing someone, she always says it’s in case I finally move on from Jihan,” She sighed. “Well, any day now, I’d have to meet Seonghwa again to go dress shopping.” 

“Dress shopping? You mean no designer’s dressing you yet?” Kibum raised a brow. 

“No, because they’re all occupied with the other people attending this wedding and their parents,” Juhyun shook her head. “I figured I’d reuse the blue Elie Saab gown I only wore once and it was during a magazine’s anniversary party. I was only there for 20 minutes anyway.” 

Kibum sat up. “Either way, I’m looking forward to meeting Seonghwa, probably make him squirm about your relationship-” 

Juhyun slapped his arm. “You will not. Now that you know that Seonghwa and I are pretending to be dating, I won’t let him be subject to your foolishness,” She blew a raspberry at him, making him laugh out loud. 

“Alright fine. Anyway, you’re coming with me to Macau, right? I promised Elise I would be meeting her there.”

 Juhyun raised a brow at the name. “Elise? Your new pursuit?” 

“We’ve only been seeing each other for a month, Juhyun, I doubt it would last, but maybe I could still see her long enough until after the wedding.” 

“I’m still keeping my fingers crossed for the two of you, and yes I’ll be going.” 

That gave him an idea. “Ah, why don’t you bring Seonghwa along? We could have it like a double date,” He suggested. 

It was Juhyun’s turn to look surprised. “...What?” 

“Bring Seonghwa along. We’re taking my jet anyway, and it’s likely that Elise and I won’t be leaving our hotel room so I might not have time to take you around while we’re there,” Kibum winked, making her cringe. 

“I-I guess I’ll try and see if he’s free,” Juhyun shrugged. “I can’t promise you that he’ll agree to come, we haven’t even set the date for when I’ll go dress shopping yet either, much less Jinri announcing when the wedding shower is.” 

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask,” Kibum pointed out. “Tell him I asked, I really did ask you to bring him along after all.” 

They sat up when they heard the elevator doors open in the hall. “Unnie,” They heard the voice of her sister Jihyun, sounding even more chipper than the last time she came to visit. Juhyun’s sister Jihyun, was known among society circles for her fashion sense. She was also dating Moon Bin, a celebrity choreographer, the two of them having been together for 4 years, one year more than when she and Jihan dated. 

Juhyun and Kibum got up to see her. “Yeah?” She asked. 

“I was- Oh hi Kibum,” Jihyun waved at him before handing Juhyun a lavender envelope. “That’s for the upcoming epilepsy benefit. It’s next week.” 

Juhyun looked through the contents of the envelope. “Jihyun, did you know, your sister’s bringing a date,” Kibum suddenly said, making her nudge him hard. He laughed out loud, amused at her reaction. 

Jihyun’s ears perked up. “...Who is it? It’s you, isn’t it?” 

“Believe it or not, it’s not me,” Kibum thought to egg her on. “Juhyun’s got a boyfriend, the two of them have been seeing each other for a while now too.” 

“Kibum!” Juhyun nudged him hard again, and he laughed even more. 

Jihyun stared at her. “Well? Who is he? What’s his name? And more importantly, why haven’t you said anything?” 

“Park Seonghwa, an old schoolmate of mine, he owns the Mars Art Gallery,” Juhyun replied. “And I didn’t want to jinx it. Things have been going very well,” She added, Kibum trying his hardest to stifle his laughter. 

“What does he look like?” She could tell Jihyun was trying not to squeal with how unusually calm she sounded. 

Juhyun took her phone out, showing her the selca they took together, leaning away when, as she expected, Jihyun squealed. “Oh my god, unnie … He’s gorgeous! Okay now I have to meet him when you bring him to the benefit, okay?” Jihyun brought out her own phone, tapping furiously that Juhyun knew she was telling their parents. “I have to go, I just came by to give you that invitation and now I’m glad I did! See you at the benefit, unnie! Bye Kibum!” She rushed back to the hall where the elevator was. 

As soon as they heard the doors close again, Juhyun nudged Kibum again. “You really had to tell her, didn’t you?” She narrowed her eyes at him. 

Kibum laughed. “Come on, Juhyun, think of that as a trial run before the wedding. Seonghwa will be better prepared by the big day once you bring him along to Macau, and at that benefit we now have to go to.” 

“Alright, but because you’re insisting I bring him along, you are now sworn to secrecy,” Juhyun beamed. “If you tell, I’ll tell everyone you’re marrying Elise.” 

Kibum feigned surprise then nodded. “Alright, you drive a hard bargain. This whole thing is safe with me.” 

~

Hongjoong gaped at his friend. Seonghwa invited him over to eat lunch at the gallery, along with both their longtime friends who also worked for him, Kang Yeosang and Jeong Yunho, when he told all of them what was going on. Hongjoong worked as a producer for A Entertainment, but he also had a side gig as a street fashion designer, having launched capsule collections that were regular fixtures at Seoul Fashion Week. Seonghwa could argue that Hongjoong was also one of the few that actually succeeded in pursuing their major, and in Hongjoong’s case, it was music production. “...Are you joking?” Yunho managed to ask, and Seonghwa shook his head. 

“Really? Was that why she was talking to you?” Hongjoong chimed in. 

“Yes. It-It’s just for this whole social season she’s got going on and she said after all of that we won’t have to have anything to do with each other anymore,” Seonghwa explained. 

“And you’re okay with this? “ Hongjoong raised a brow, wanting to be sure. “People of her kind of crowd aren’t exactly the nicest.” 

“I know, I know, but I can hold my own, you’re making it sound as if I don’t deal with those types on an almost regular basis, rich stiffs tend to buy paintings from the gallery,” Seonghwa pointed out. “But I know Juhyun, I know she isn’t like that. She’s the opposite of a rich stiff. I mean, she’s rich, but she’s no stiff.” 

“I do know that, we all know that, we’ve all gone to school with her,” Yunho spoke. “It’s the people in her circle that we know are those rich stiffs you’re talking about.” 

“Well, I won’t say I’m not concerned, but who knows, maybe you’ll blend right in,” Yeosang commented. “Looks like the gallery’s going to get a ton of publicity once Seonghwa makes his society debut.” 

The art curator frowned as they tucked back into their food. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he paused eating to take it out. It was a message from Juhyun. 

Epilepsy benefit next week. My sister’s dying to meet you already. Think we can meet tomorrow?

An amused smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and it didn’t go unnoticed by his three friends. “That was her, wasn’t it?” Hongjoong eyed him. 

“As a matter of fact, it is,” Seonghwa replied coolly before typing his reply. 

Sure. We can meet at that cafe again for lunch? 

Seconds later, he saw a response. 

It’s a deal. 

“What did she say this time?” Yunho asked, wiping his mouth with a tissue. 

“We’ve got our first event to go to next week. It’s an epilepsy benefit and we’re meeting tomorrow to go over the details, I guess,” He said. “And her sister wants to meet me.” 

“Her sister? Choi Jihyun?!” Hongjoong’s eyes widened. 

“Yeah, the same Choi Jihyun who is already dating that choreographer from F Entertainment,” Seonghwa remembered, making the shorter male frown and Yeosang and Yunho snicker. “I don’t think she’s willing to leave that guy for you either.” 

Yunho and Yeosang burst into fits of laughter. 

~ 

Seonghwa arrived at the cafe the next day, quickly taking the table close to the counter so he could look at the menu while he waited. He wondered what they were planning to do today while also thinking of what his friends had said. It was Juhyun’s friends that they were wary of, and he should be wary of them too. He still wanted to make a good impression. There was the publicity his art gallery was going to have once they go public. 

“Hey.” 

He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Juhyun, looking a little embarrassed yet for some odd reason she looked different. It was then he realized that they seemed to be wearing the same pattern on their clothes; blue polo stripes against white, her blouse with his dress shirt under his blue blazer. If anything, they looked like a couple attending a gala on a yacht. “Hi,” He got up to greet her. 

“Did you wait long? I’m sorry,” Juhyun said. “And what a coincidence too,” She gestured to their clothes, making the two of them chuckle. Seonghwa gestured for her to sit down and she sat across from him. 

“I came just a little before you did so you weren’t late at all,” He assured her. “Do you want anything to drink?” 

“Just the raspberry iced tea?” Juhyun replied. 

“Got it, I’ll be back,” He smiled, padding towards the counter. 

Juhyun watched him, thinking about what Kibum told her. One of those social events would definitely have her parents in attendance, and the fact that her sister was aware of her so-called “relationship” with Seonghwa, it wouldn’t be surprising if they and their friends already knew and were trying to find out more about him. She just hoped he was prepared for it. 

He returned a moment later, holding the tray with their drinks and set it down. “So what’s going to happen at this benefit? Other than your sister wanting to meet me?” He sounded eager. 

“Well, my sister is an understatement, pretty much everyone who knows me will want to know who you are and how we met and what family you’re from, what business you own or specialize in, all of that stuff,” Juhyun swirled her straw in her drink. 

“Oh, right, well, at least we have that covered. What time should I pick you up?” Seonghwa took a sip of his tea, looking at the invitation Juhyun slid towards him. “...Wow, this benefit seems huge,” He read the rest of the details. “It’s hard to book a function room in this hotel. Everything had to be made six months in advance,” It made him think of one high-profile exhibit he ended up hosting and the headache it caused him trying to book a venue months in advance. 

“8:30, how about that? Cocktails are at seven, but I’d rather not go in for the small talk,” Juhyun frowned at the thought. The last thing she wanted to do at an event like that was to pretend to be friendly with everyone, including Jihan. 

“It’s okay with me,” He nodded. “What time should we leave?” 

“Because I don’t plan on staying there very long, 8:45?” Juhyun asked. Seonghwa stared at her incredulously. “I know it seems like a waste of effort, but really, events like that are incredibly boring.” 

“So why do you even go in the first place?” Seonghwa was confused. He never understood why people of her stature would only afford to be at a black-tie event for a few minutes at a time. 

“They’re also expecting I shell out some money to the cause, and it’s a good cause, I just don’t like who I have to mingle with for the sake of that cause,” Juhyun looked down as she took a sip of her drink. “And, for the sake of being petty, I plan on showing up on Jihan and Eunbi, which is why I asked you to meet me, because today’s a day we have to prepare for those events.” 

“Prepare?” 

“Yeah,” Juhyun nodded. “We’re going to go shopping for your suits.” 

Seonghwa froze. “...Today?” 

“Yeah, I have to look for a dress too because I only have one dress to recycle, and Jinri is going to demand to see what I plan to wear now before she freaks out later, yeah, you’ll meet her in the events too,” Juhyun added. 

“Alright then, so where do we go first?” 

“Department store, for your suits. I know just the place, well, it’s the only acceptable place to get fitted for suits in my opinion, I’ve never seen guys walk out of that place not looking good,” Juhyun said with a knowing look. 

Seonghwa raised a brow. “...where is it?” 

Juhyun smiled. “It’s an old place, but it’s great.” 

They were standing in front of a Huntsman boutique at the topmost floor of the department store a while later. “This is what I was talking about…” Juhyun said quietly, glancing at him to see his reaction. 

“...Here?” Seonghwa couldn’t hide how surprised he was. 

“Yeah, what do you think? If you don’t want to, it’s okay, we can always go to where you usually get your suits…” Juhyun said, hoping she didn’t overstep any lines with him. 

“No, no, it’s- I just only thought this was like the Kingsman movie for some reason,” Seonghwa assured her.

“You’ll need a few more suits for every event, and this is usually my father’s go-to shop whenever he has events, and these suits are made to last too,” Juhyun recalled what her father would always tell her mother. She took his hand. “Let’s go inside, we’re catching them on a quiet day.” 

She led him inside the store, and Seonghwa looked at everything in awe. “Ah, Ms. Choi, hello,” He heard a man greet her, making him snap out of his momentary daze. 

“Hello Basil, this is my boyfriend, Seonghwa,” She introduced them, Seonghwa immediately bowing. “He needs a few suits for this season.” 

“Ah yes, busy time of year,” Basil replied, looking him up and down. “He has the built for a suit like ours, I’ll get your measurements and you could pick the fabric,” He gestured to the large rolls of fabric on the shelves behind the desk. 

“Send me the total and I’ll make some calls,” Juhyun said. “Sorry, I know, I know what you’re already thinking,” She flashed Seonghwa a sheepish grin. “I promise everything else is on you to spend on me.” 

“Now I’m getting nervous on how much I have to spend on you,” He teased. 

“I swear I’m not as fancy as I probably seem right now, I don’t even go in here a lot,” She pointed out with a chuckle. “I buy my clothes where everyone buys their clothes.” 

“I know, and I don’t doubt that at all,” Seonghwa kissed her cheek, the two of them freezing for a moment at the sudden display of affection. Juhyun felt her cheeks heat up, partly in embarrassment as it happened in front of Basil. 

She watched Seonghwa get measured, eyes traveling to the fabrics as she tried to compose herself. She was initially worried about insisting on everything so far, but she was relieved that he was okay with whatever she showed him. “All the men in my family come to this tailor for their suits. Basil worked in the actual Savile Row shop,” She eyed the tailor, who just smiled. 

Seonghwa looked impressed, lifting his arms when the tailor went to run a measuring tape along them. “Oh yes, Ms. Choi’s family have been loyal patrons at the Savile Row boutique. I remember having to measure your grandfather,” He replied. “I would personally recommend a navy blue velvet tuxedo jacket for one, bespoke of course.” 

Juhyun nodded, giving Seonghwa an assuring look as well, sensing that he was still trying to get used to getting fitted. “Sure, h-how long until it’s done?” He spoke this time. 

“For Ms. Choi’s date? Six weeks at the most, both of you won’t need to worry,” Basil assured them. 

“Oh, now I see why we had to go here early,” Seonghwa’s eyes widened. 

~ 

The two of them were walking along the dress boutiques a while later, stopping every now and then to look at the designs displayed on the mannequins. “There’s something else I have to talk to you about,” She said, as they stopped in front of a slightly more colorful dress shop. “My friend Kibum, he owns the building I live in, he’s inviting us to go with him to Macau.” 

“Macau?” Seonghwa asked curiously. 

“Macau,” Juhyun nodded. “He’s inviting you too to come with me, keep me company or something like that because he’s meeting his girlfriend there.” 

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Really?” 

“Yeah. He also wants to meet you. He’s one of my best friends. We’re taking his jet so you don’t have to worry about tickets or anything.” 

“Alright then, I think I can leave for a week or something,” Seonghwa nodded. He hadn’t traveled in a while. Neither did Juhyun, who seemed especially surprised at his answer. The two of them figured they still had some getting to know each other to do. He noticed the green and black dress behind the mannequin. “That dress seems like it would look good on you,” He gestured to the display, making her turn around. 

“You think so?” Juhyun nodded, looking at the details. “Let’s ask inside then.” 

They quietly entered the shop, seeing all the mannequins dressed in long ball gowns and tuxedos. There were photos of celebrities on the walls having worn some of the dresses that were proudly on display, including the dress they were looking at. Juhyun rang the little bell on the desk, and her expression fell when out from the backroom was none other than Kim Eunbi herself, who looked just as disappointed to see her. 

“Oh, well, well, well, if it isn’t Choi Juhyun and,” She tilted her head. “Park Seonghwa, right? Jihan told me about your new...squeeze.” 

“Hello Eunbi,” Juhyun replied. “I was going to inquire about the dress on that display at the window-” 

“Nice, isn’t it? I was inspired by The Devil Wears Prada, Seo Yeji went head over heels for that number, but you’re no Seo Yeji,” Eunbi pointed out. 

“Of course I’m not Seo Yeji, I have a different name,” Juhyun quipped back. 

Eunbi’s expression stiffened. “Well, if you think I’m going to sell you that dress, you’re probably kidding yourself. Off you go, chop chop,” She gestured them to go away. 

“...Excuse me?” Seonghwa blurted out. He could feel his blood boil at the rudeness that was in front of him. 

Eunbi laughed a mocking laugh. “Go on, chop chop, before I close this shop out of an abundance of caution. As if I would give any of you the pleasure of wearing my creations.” 

Juhyun calmly nodded and turned on her heel. “Come, there are other places to shop,” She muttered to him, and he followed, his free hand curling into a fist as they closed the door, walking down the other direction to the other boutiques. 

“If I didn’t care enough, I would’ve lost it at the way she treated you,” Seonghwa frowned as they walked. 

“I kind of expected it anyway the moment I realized she owned that shop,” Juhyun said. 

“If she knows who you are, she should’ve honestly feared you, you might have her kicked out of this place or something,” Seonghwa said. 

“Maybe, since my family owns this department store.” 

Seonghwa gaped at her. “Then all the more you should’ve done something, have her kicked out for being rude to you, she doesn’t deserve to be here, she doesn’t deserve to run her own line at all if she’s going to be like that.” 

“I know, but it’s not worth my time, I’ve got other things to worry about, like what we’re going to do in Macau or something,” Juhyun chuckled, linking her arm with his. “Why would I waste my time trying to ruin her when I know I’m better off where I am anyway?” 

That seemed to make him feel better, but he figured he’d say something if Eunbi tried to do anything again if they were going to see each other at the events. Seonghwa placed his hand over hers. “...Since we’re going to be a couple for this social season, we’d better get comfortable like this, wouldn’t we?” 

“Yeah, for a second I was worried that this might come off too strong or something,” Juhyun chuckled, squeezing his arm, feeling the muscle tense under her fingers. 

“If we’re going to be believable, coming off too strong on each other is probably what’s needed,” Seonghwa agreed with a knowing look. “We’re going crazy like Jackson Pollock on his canvas.”

“Are you going to make art puns this whole time?” She laughed at the comparison. 

“Maybe, hey, you’re supposedly dating an art curator, and I know my art,” Seonghwa grinned. “Want to get some ice cream before we go back to shopping?” 

“Just the ice cream. I think after today, I’ll just figure out what I’ll be wearing for the next few months.”  

[atsunflower]

Hospital for souls — Intro

Rated: SFW

Author note: hey yall! This is the first chapter for my "Throne: the series". Remember, it's a yakuza!au, so there will be lots of mentions of dark themes. This chapter, thought, is safe and kind of plain, but totally important to the start. Please, enjoy your reading!

Warnings: cursing and slight mentions of anxiety and OCD.

I — Intro

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You walked down the aisle sandwiched between two bodies clad in Armani suits. Even though they knew you woudn’t dare to, they held you like you were about to run away from this whole circus.

There was no bridal march, neither a suntuous decoration. The Elie Saab gown you wore was heavy on your body, making you feel like you didn't belong; the harsh glares thrown at you didn't help either.

You felt helpless.

In the end of the red carpet, a man stood tall and stoic. His hair wasn't combed so the wavy locks were free to frame his face; the harsh glare he gave you three did nothing to diminish his beauty — at least, you tought, he's not a creepy old man. But this fact don't made you feel any relief.

Your head then hung low, as if you were trying to vanish away from this ceremony. The blond man by your left tightened the hold in your arm —not for support, but as warning— while the gray haired one only clicked his tongue; their implicit threat made your skin craw.

Two months ago, you'd never imagine your life would change completely, considering you weren't given any options.

Two months ago, a tall brown haired man would escort you out of the hospital you worked and then, take you to your doom: from a fatherless daughter to a bastard of Inarizaki and then, a bride for a man you never saw before. A whole arrangement that lasted 60 days and took you away from everything you had, from everything you knew.

Lost in thoughts, you didn't feel when your steps halted nor when the two figures who held you let go of your arms to take their seats. The man waiting for you don't bothered to acknowledge your presence by his side, but you saw his features hardening once you reached for him.

In shades of orange and black, the venue pretty much looked like a courtroom, its aesthetic doing nothing to ease your nerves. In the pulpit, an old man stood proud, sporting a wise aura only the time could give him.

The elder cleared his throat and everyone in the room stood on their feet.

"Good evening ladies, gentlemen and the distinguished people from the families" his voice sounded loud and mighty, even if he wasn't using a mic. "Tonight, we are reunited to celebrate an unprecendented moment in the history of our kind: the union of Inarizaki and Itachiyama households"

A minute of silence was made; everyone in the place held a solemn face, waiting for the man to proceed.

"I, Ukai Ikkei, the elder of Karasuno, feel honoured to lead such important event" He said placing his right hand on his chest "Assuring you all that, Karasuno, the household responsible for all the bureaucracy and diplomacy related to our activities, is still commited to keep a neutral eye over families matters only to officialize, document and inspect the agreements between the families. That being said, the ceremony shall begin."

His raspy voice dragged the boring speech until a men with bleached hair walked to where you and the groom stood, with a huge book in his hands. He carefully placed it on the desk in front of you, grabing the leathern material of its cover and opening it.

"Tonight, a new chapter is added to the Book of Deals. With clauses that concern only the involved parts, we witness the signing of this agreement by the main heads of Inarizaki and Itachiyama, as well the bride's signature. But first, shall we hear the marriage votes and the exchange of rings"

A man from Itachiyama's side stood and came to you both, holding a black velvety box. He opened it, offering its contents at you first; you took the larger golden band and started:

"I, [L/N; Name], daughter of Inarizaki, give you, Sakusa Kiyoomi, this ring as a symbol of my commitment to you and Itachiyama, manifesting my will to this alliance between our families" surprisingly, your voice sounded steady while reciting the speech you knew by heart, paying no mind to the snickering behind you.

Sakusa looked at you with distaste, his body going stiff the moment you held his hand and slipped the golden band to his ring finger. He then took the remaining jewel and turned to you:

"I thee wed" and you felt even more humiliated, the jiggles only adding more weight to the diamond ring in your finger.

To your relief, Ukai cleared his throat again, proceeding with the formalities

"Now may the newly weds to sign the Book. I also summon Inarizaki oyabuns to officialize the deal." Atsumu and Osamu were by your side, eager to finish this. Sakusa went first, smoothly running the pen over the page. Then, Ukai handed him a glistening object.

God, you hated it here.

Using the lancet, the tall ravenette punctured his thumb, smearing the blood between his fingers and then pressing the red fingerprint onto the blank paper.

Before handing you the fountain pen, he fished a tube of hand sanitizer from his pocket, rubing the alchool as if his life depended on it.

Did the man suffer of OCD? You almost pitied him. Almost.

Then, it was your turn. Scribbling down your name next to his, you sealed your fate.

Sakusa [Name].

You flinched when you felt your thumb getting punctured, Atsumu doing you the favor and smirking at your reaction; why the man hated you so much?

The blood stained the beautiful dress you wore, before printing your mark on the paper.

Almost a metaphor, as if you were now tainted too.

When the twins were done, the old Ukai was more than ready to wrap the event.

"With both consents and the power vested in me by the families, I now pronouce you married. May peace prevail among Inarizaki and Itachiyama"

"Aren't the newly-weds supposed to kiss now?" You heard Atsumu whispering to Osamu. The latter merely scoffed at his brother's stupid antics.

Everyone got out of the room, since Karasuno would host a reception in honor of the wedding.

During your time in Inarizaki, you learned that the place worked as a hotel for the Yakuza.

The Crow, as it is called, was supposed to be a neutral space where the most important matters to the families were held. With a glamourous western architecture, it looked like one of those luxury mansions from the movies.

In the ballroom, soft piano melodies were being played and waiters offered booze to the guests.

The champagne tasted stale in your mouth.

You were now sitting alone in a table on the corner, observing the other people mind their own business, too absorbed in their bubble of power and crime.

You would never get the way they acted so nonchalant, when everything they had was made of blood. This coldness was scaring.

"Why are you so sad in your big day?" The snarky question almost had you spitting the champagne. The brunette sat by your side, his mouth doing a soft curve as an apologetic smile.

"You tell me, you little shit" your reply came in a joking tone, trying to ease the bad sensation on your guts, but he got what you meant.

"You know, it could've been worse." he let out a breath, looking around the saloon "You know how Atsumu is. Also, Osamu shares that weird twin bond of theirs, so it's hard to tell what he's thinking. But it definetely could have been worse"

"I figured it out by myself, Suna-kun. It's just hard to accept the fact I was dragged to this against my own will." a tear rolled in your left cheek and the man by your side wiped it with his thumb.

"Yeah, but the former lady wanted you dead back then" always blunt, he never held back when stating the facts "Things work this way between the families. You were lucky you haven't to face a bigger mess" he held your hand over the table, while propping his chin on the other palm.

It was Suna who brought you into this life. Though, you never resented him because you knew he was just following strict orders. Besides, he was the only one who was nice towards you; never knowing when it happened, you both agreed on this weird friendship a couple of weeks ago. Now he was the only person you cared about.

"But it's not that bad. You are going to live in that huge ass mansion of your husband" the playful tone and the way he wiggled his eyebrows was comical. "You also can see the weird faces he makes first hand. Man, the way he looked constipated during the ceremony was fucking priceless." You accompanied him on a snort, almost forgetting the circumstances.

"I'm going to miss your antics so bad" and you would have said more, if it wasn't for the shadow looming over you.

Sakusa was standing behind your chair, with a face mask covering his features.

If stares could kill, you'd be dead on spot.

"Time to go" was all he said, waiting for you. You bid goodbye to Suna and followed your husband out of the hotel, a sleek sports car waiting for you two while you made your way towards it.

He stopped dead on his tracks, taking a hold of you arm.

"Listen. Itachiyama is famous for respecting our women." You frowned "But know your place and don't even try to make a fool of me or of my household, got it?" His voice was slighty muffled by the mask, but you still understood every single word he said.

"What do you mean?" You asked, ignoring the way he tightened the grip on your arm, resuming his steps.

"Simple. Stay out of my way or you'll deeply regret it, you fox runt."

❥ tagging: @kenmamazing, @keekee-732, @chiibichann, @shinguchi, @captain-shittykawa, @fortheloveofbakugo, @daisyjaebae, @jihoonspout, @floodinginstars, @fl4mepillar, @trash4sportsanime, @translucentthoughts, @kemochie;

[messwriting]

agonizing delight. 

this is settled inside Poison and Pleasure universe; inspired by this ask (thanks nonnie <3)

warnings: toxic relationship; smut, fingering in a car; lowkey exhibitionism; mentions of ownership along prostitution lines; lowkey fem-dom? writer being a tease. 

Osamu’s eyes on you feel like burning coils, sharp darkness surrounded by cracked fire. It rolls off him in waves even as he stays quietly leaning against the wall in the hotel room, dressed in comfortable sweats and a dark t-shirt, black hair sleek back after a shower.

It does wonders for you that his eyes rack over your body even then, as you’re clad in nothing but lace, stockings and heels, your party gown ready by the mirror, a sparkling but somehow discreet Elle Saab of-the-shoulder with v-neckline and a charming front slit you plan on using later.

“Yer crazy.” He tells you with a even tone, bulging arms crossed over toned, broad chest. His posture is a good imitation of a laid back one, but you can easily pinpoint the stiffness in his shoulders, the tenseness in his legs and the strain on his neck to avoid looking at your form in underwear. “I’ve never agreed to anythin’ like this.”

“So?” Your smile curves on one side, perfectly traced red lips challenging as you look at over your shoulder, a perfectly arched eyebrow and even better looking face daring him to test you. In front of you, laid over the bed still inside the plastic protection is a expensive suit, if the Armani on it’s cover is anything to go by.  “Your point being?”

You chuckle, amused, as his lips turn sour and his hands close into fists; his distaste always breaks through the collected exterior he likes to portray in front of you.

“I’m not your little doll for you to dress me as ya want.” His tone doesn’t go up, instead it turns deeper and what the angered answer does to your insides is a proof of how many devilish things he has groaned to you using that same voice.

You pick the suit from the bed with a careful curled finger, sharp manicured nail bright red tonight; then you walk over him with nothing but wicked intentions travelling from your eyes to your hips, nude Jimmy Choos sandals on your feet tonight.

You stop in front of him, your neck bending to pierce his black eyes with your dark ones. There’s a urge settling in your gut at how he looks down at you, restless and vibrating with aggression, that makes your eyes slide carefully to his lips and quickly climb back to his stare. You lick your lips to make a point.

“First off, that’s exactly what you are: mine to do as I want.”

It never ceases to delight you as that makes Osamu darken, sneer almost making it way to his pretty stoic face as a shadow crosses his expression. Fuck. You can only imagine how good he’d fuck you now, maybe even bend you over his knee for a little spanking before burying his cock in your cunt. It’s a pity you have other plans for tonight. “And secondly, this is just a precaution. You’ll be accompanying me to this event and I’m sure you don’t have a suit-”

“I have a fucking’ suit.” Osamu spits your way and you feel your blood rushing thick in your veins, your chest growing heavy as your lips spread in a smirk.

You give a pointed look at his clothes. “Not one good enough to accompany me with.”

“Fuck ya.”

“Maybe later.” You dismiss him with a wave of your hand as you hang the suit off his thick arm. “Now go change so I can see if it needs tailoring. I do think I got a nice hang of your sizes, but who knows, I can be wrong.”

The way you say is teasingly, as if you doubt that’d be the case and you shoo him from the room as you walk over to your own gown, a discreet but sparkly, beautiful thing with slit up front. Osamu hates that he enjoys the image his brain produces of you in it.

When he comes out of the bathroom, Osamu is distressed about the fact the suit is a perfect fit, if only a bit too snug on his arms and shoulders. He supposes it’s still a incredible job done when no one took his measurements. His hair is slicked back and he’s refusing to add the rich cuffs that were atop the bathroom sink, but his whole brain stills to a halt as he lays eyes on you.

It’s ridiculous, infuriating, and disgusting that his blood picks up, rolling thicker at the sight of you in that expensive dress, clearly designed for you to wear. Osamu’s mouth waters with the prospect of picking you up and tearing it all apart, laying marks on your skin that’ll stay for days, destroying that beautiful make-up and hair you have on to leave you in nothing but tears, spit and sweat.

Now he’s hard.

Fuck.

You pointedly look at his now tight slacks but doesn’t comment besides a snarky smile that already says too much for his taste. When you two walk outside the Hotel, there’s already a car waiting and Osamu expends the time pondering just how the fuck he ended up in such a fucking mess. He did his work, he planned, organized, invested- for what? To still end up your lap dog somehow?

Fuck him.

Osamu isn’t ready when the car rolls to a stop in front of the Japan’s Society Annual Charitable Ball and he stays unprepared when the night ends and he’s back at the same place he started, with nothing but a weird sense of dread sparkled by how nice the night went.

He did absolutely nothing besides enjoying good music and splendid food, with free booze and no interaction. At the VIP table you two sat you chatted away with old money and politics and CEOs alike, but besides the occasional greeting, people where perfectly content with letting Osamu sulk in his corner. Incredible.

“So, what did you think?” You ask him with a annoyingly knowing smile, sitting in front of him in the small limousine. Osamu rolls his eyes and snort.

“Why ask if ya’ know?”

“Just thought you could be a good boy and say the truth for once.” You smile his way and Osamu feels the hairs on his nape stand on end like a omen of bad luck. You look way too good and Osamu hates it. Hates even more that he can’t help but fantasize about when you’re disheveled and panting. “You had a good time.”

“Sure,” He drags out as his eyes travel from your perfect face to your sparkly dress, then over the painfully well-placed high slit. “Only because of the food.”

He’s not joking. The food was such a highlight he could barely remember anything else; even the fact two fancy pants tried to tease him over his accent was already shoved to the back of his mind, but maybe it had to do with the swift way you shut their traps with one clearly polished jab. After that Osamu indulged his palate in the Michelin stars menu, almost vibrating in his seat at each new plate.

“Good. I thought you’d enjoy that.” It’s the first time he sees that smile on your lips and it makes your features glow under the streets lights. The back of the limo seems to fade into darkness as your frame becomes his sole focus: your eyes trailing over buildings outside, mouth quirked up and body clad in regal looks.

Osamu feels distressed inside his own head, his chest constricting in a weird way at how you say those words. As if you’d thought about it. As if you stopped, considered, and concluded that he’d like this, so you brought him along. The Miya don’t want to consider the meaning behind this, doesn’t want to ponder over it’s existence and even worse, it’s significance. So he does what he’s used to, and he starts by what he knows best.

Osamu brings his shoes to slide between your own and kicks your legs open, a surprised gasp falling from your lips as your legs separate to show him smooth skin and lace, exactly what he knew that awaited him and even so his heart speeds up at the sight.

He inclines himself on the seat, the short distance perfect to allow one of his hands to fall on the inside of your thighs, gliding up as the other skims over your waist and chest and closed on your neck. Soft, at first, then tighter as his fingers reach your underwear.

Your eyes stay on his, drinking the aggression from him as if it fuels your pleasure, his fingers working expertly on your folds and finding them already moist.

“You sure love this, don’t ya.” Osamu murmurs against your face, close but still far away. “What is it, exactly- the power or the stimulation?”

Your mouth splits in that mischievous grin that makes his body burn brighter, his fingers trailing with measured pressure over your entrance, then over your labia to draw circles on your pretty clit.

“Why are those my only options?” You breathe out with a soft moan as he aims his circles sharply over the sensitive nerve. “Maybe I just like the company.” You say in teasing and Osamu snorts, feels his shoulders growing taut in annoyance and merciless split you open on two thick fingers.

“Let’s see how much ya like the company once I’m done with ya.” Osamu groans but your smile just turn wider, wicker as you hold the challenge in your eyes. Your pussy so wet the noises of his fingers in and out of you - scissoring and pressing, thumb rolling over your clit - become embarrassingly loud.

You throw a look over his shoulder, sharp and hungry. “Driver, roll up the partition, please. We’ll tell you when to stop driving.”

Osamu’s face burns in shame at the realization of just what he’s been doing with an audience, but then your nails are dragging over his scalp and curving on the back of his neck and he can’t think about consequences when his dick throbs like that.

Fuck, maybe that’s his problem to begin with. His brain clearly ceases functioning when his blood is all locked in his fucking dick. Your juices are dripping enough that his third finger slide inside your walls nice and easy and Osamu thinks that’s more than you deserve already.

He sits back at the cushioned seats, smirks at the indignant stare you throw his way at the loss of a approaching high and unbuttons his slack to allow his throbbing, hard cock to spring free. There’s a acid feeling curling in his chest along with desire and Osamu glares at you for making him this fucked up, to make his skin feels on fire and his heart beat on his cock and his brain shut down as his whole being is overwhelmed with his want to end you.

“Better make good use of this.” His hand curls around his thick shaft, pumps lazily at it as if it would falter without the stimulation and not as if the lack of it was torture for him. “You’re paying good money for it, right?”

“Own,” You coo, hands clawing on the seat to help you up and then over him, clumsy legs falling open on each side of his knees as you arch yourself over him. “Is my little whore feeling down?” You hold yourself up on your knees enough to line your pussy over the head of his cock, sharp intake of breath and delighted laugh at how he bites at your breasts in rebellion.

“There, let me sit on my cock then.”

You sink on him, inch by delicious inch, and Osamu growls at the agonizing delight cursing through him. That’s it. He’s the bearer of his own self-destruction and you’re the instrument. He’s doomed.