#love lies and limos

[forensicated]

Dom in Love Lies And Limos (07)

Dom as Leon Taylor (08-10)

The difference a beard can make on a man!

(it gets even more wow when you compare him with young!Dom from Grange Hill or Maisie Raine)

[yandere-writer-momo]

Not quite Yandere yet but here is a snippet of the Yandere single dad short story. And a kindergartener obsessed with you being his mom

Yandere Short Stories: Mommy (Prequel)

Eventual Yandere Single Father x Teacher Afab Reader

A pale hand shakily held the drawing his son, Jesse, made in horror. Who on earth could the smiling woman beside little Jesse be? Had another snake tried ti sink their fangs into the Isbert family once more?

Liam Isbert was the heir to the Isbert family. A man of extreme power and wealth who many women (and men) tried to woo. Only one had successfully baby trapped him which resulted in Jesse’s birth.

“Who is this woman?” Liam glared at the elderly nanny who frowned at Liam’s anger. “What kind of wench had been filling my child’s head with lies? She is not his mommy.”

“I assure you Miss (last name) is just his teacher. Your son is extremely attached to her.” The nanny told Liam which only made him angrier.

Impossible. She had to be after their family’s money and that’s why she sunk her fangs into a child. How cowardly!

“Notify the school that I wish to have a private meeting with his teacher.” Liam told the nanny as he ran a hand through his dark, wavy locks. Liam was so frustrated with these gold diggers. They were all the same…

He might have to homeschool Jesse now…

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Liam sat in the back of his limousine as he watched Jesse excitedly run into the kindergarten. Liam has never seen his son so excited for anything in his life.

The brunette took a long drag from his cigar when he saw a beautiful young woman head towards Jesse. A smile as warm as a ray of sunshine on her face when she saw Liam’s son.

The little boy hurdled his small body into his pretty teacher. Jesse’s arms wrapped around her legs, while his blue eyes stared up at her with so much love it made Liam want to puke. How on earth did this woman charm his antisocial son?

Liam reeled down the window and was about to scream at her when he heard her laugh.

“Goodness, Jesse. It’s only been a day. Are you that excited to learn?” (Your name) smiled down at the dark haired boy who nodded his head.

“I just wanted to be with mom-“

“Jesse, it’s Miss (last name).” (Your name) ruffled Jesse’s dark brown hair which made the little boy pout. “I’m your teacher.”

“Why can’t you be my mommy? You’re so nice to me…”

(Your name) laughed as she bent down to pick Jesse up. “Because I would have to date your dad and I don’t really have any interest in men.”

Jesse thought for a minute and then he scrunched his face. “Daddy is kind of mean and he’s smelly.”

“You’re not supposed to say your daddy is mean or smelly!” (Your name) loudly giggled as she carried Jesse into her class.

Liam sat frozen in his limousine in shock. She didn’t want to date him? And… what did Jesse mean by him being mean and smelly?

“Sir, your meeting with the teacher will be at three in the afternoon. Do you want me to take you to the office.”

Liam shook his head and reeled up the limo’s window. “Yes. That would be nice, Allen.”

For the first time in many years, Liam felt his heart flutter.

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“You must be Jesse’s dad. It’s nice to finally meet you.” (Your name) warmly smiled at Liam who remained silent. Liam couldn’t hear a word she said due to how loud his heart beat in his ear drums. His beating muscle would bring a snare drum to shame.

“Mister Isbert?” Liam was brought back down to reality when his teacher addressed him. His green eyes focused on her concerned expression. “About your reason no for a meeting… Jesse seems to be quite attached to me due to his lack of a mother. I try to correct him but he seems adamant about it. I am so sorry to inconvenience you-“

“What is your motive?” Liam narrowed his eyes at the young woman who seemed shocked. Motive? Whatever did he mean?

“What do you mean-“

“How much money do you want? I’m willing to pay you if you leave my son alone-“ Liam was shocked when (your name) slammed her hands on her desk when she stood up.

“How dare you… I’m sorry that other people have wanted such things from you but I do not. I care about Jesse. He desperately wants a parent that loves him and he’s not getting that from anyone in his house.” (Your name) scoffed at Liam’s shell shocked expression. The young woman shook her head. “This is extremely unprofessional of me, but you never spend any time with your son so I’m not surprised you don’t notice his concerning behavior of wanting to be loved.”

Liam gasped when she slapped a file in front of him that was full of letters from Jesse. Dozens of notes asking her to adopt him. Why did his son want this woman so badly?

“Be a better parent before you point fingers. Now get out of my classroom.”

Liam felt his cheeks heat up and his heart pound in his chest. She didn’t want his money… she just wanted Jesse to be cared for…

Liam was shocked to see Jesse outside the door. Jesse’s little hands clutched his lunch pail so tightly, his knuckles were white.

“Jesse-“ Jesse shoved past Liam to stand beside his teacher.

“Mommy, I want to eat lunch together! Can you cut the crust off my sandwich? I don’t like the crust.”

(Your name) smiled down at Jesse and took the lunchbox from him.

“It’s Miss (last name), Jesse… but of course I can take off the crust.”

And that’s when Liam noticed the pink blush on Jesse’s cheeks. Jesse loved his teacher… and who was he to separate them?

Liam shoved his hands in his suit jacket pockets and left the school in a hurry. His fingers itched for a cigar to try to calm down the rush of emotions he felt.

Perhaps he’d apologize to Miss (last name)? He wondered if she liked roses?

Liam blushed at the thought of her accepting roses from him. She’d be so pretty in red…

[rowretro]

𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘

✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, explicit stuff mentioned (this isnt my best writting im so sorry its been saur long, im working thru the reqs too<3 my drafts are filled w sm so stay tuned!!!)

❁synopsis: Sunghoon is feared by all, his name was enough to reinforce that fear, for he had grown to be a much more fearful mafia than his father, though one with morals, he never let women in his life, and he barely trusted anyone... until he saw a butterfly.

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Sunghoon stepped out of his limo, suitcase loaded with cash. He was filthy rich, and he couldn't deny it, so seeing him give a suitcase of month everytime the orphanage needed money, he was happy to help. His face always had a cold look, but the children all loved him, they were only safe, and loved in a caring foster home just because of him.

The man got into his vehcile, sitting in the driver's seat as Jungwon stared at him. "I still dont understand why you don't hire a driver for yourself bro-" Jungwon simply asked as Sunghoon raised an eyebrow "The rest of you boys cant be trusted driving under stressful situations so you have one, I just dont need one." he simply said as he started his car. The man started driving, when his car came to a sudden halt.

There before him, a pretty girl "Bro- u almost hit that hottie-" Jungwon pointed out as Sunhgoon didnt even bother turning his way, his eyes glued on the girl who apologized, before gettign distracted again, chasing after the blue morpho butterfly. "Crazy bitch- fuck she scared me-" Jungwon mumbled as Sunghoon continued staring at the girl, lovestruck, the way she raised her hand, and let the butterfly sit on her finger, as she kissed near it.

"Jungwon. I want to know every little detail about that girl. where she studies, where she lives, what she likes, what she hates, everything." He stated as Jungwon frowned, yet complied. She was very pretty, her layered dark hair, her perfectly winged eyeliner, the way she walked freely like she didn't give a care in the world. Not to mention, she definitely had style. For the first time he fell in love. So he will have her fall for him.

It didn't take Jungwon too long, as soon as he got home, he printed out the necessary files "Her name is y/n, she lives with the Lee's, yes She's Lee Heeseung's sister. Her father owns many schools, and she studies in the one Heeseung teaches in, to be fair, you're going to have to get on Heeseung's good side if you want her, because they're looking to arrange a marriage for her." Jungwon concluded as Sunghoon smiled.

It was all so easy for him. She was just within reach. "What brings you here Sunghoon?" Heeseung asked as the male looked around the School grounds. "Oh? well uhm.... uhh... just looking for a potential threat in this college- He's hiding from me..." he lied as Heeseung nodded. "In that case keep an eye on my sister-" Heeseung replied as he pat his shoulder, and walked off to a group of loud students.

His eyes finally found her, a butterfly sitting on her cheek, and she didn't even flinch, still writting notes in her book. He took a seat in front of her, causing the butterfly to fly away. The girl looked up, tilting her head at him. "Mr Park! what brings you here.... you aren't going to kill me are you?..." She asked as Sunghoon snickerred "Of course not.... what could possibly lead me to hurting a sweetheart like you?" He asked, his hand softly holding her jaw, as he ran his thumb across her lips and cheek.

It's no surprise she knew who he was, he was the Park Sunghoon, everyone knows him. God her lips are so perfect, he was so soft, making sure not to smudge her makeup or hurt her. However y/n felt a little uncomfortable... She softly pulled away. She can't deny it, he's fucking gorgeous, fighting her intrusive thoughts of rubbing her thumb across his brows.

"I wanted to see how my pretty girl is doing. My pretty girl..." he smiled, as he placed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Im installing a butterfly greenhouse in my garden just for you, Heeseung said you love flowers, I have a whole garden filled with jasmines, roses, lotuses and many other flowers you name it..." Sunghoon continued. It was all moving so fast, was this her fiancee her parents picked for her? why's he moving so fast? why him? is this a trap to kill her?

It was none of which... The Lee father fears Sunghoon, and Heeseung is like a brother to Sunghoon, after all the man did abuse Heeseung and y/n growing up, so when Sunghoon asked to marry her, Of course her parents wer happy with it, Mrs Lee believed he was a sweetheart. Heeseung wasn't too happy at first, but he wasn't a typical mafia boss, playboy with prostitutes every night, how bad could it possibly be.

"Uhm..... huh?" Y/n asked, not knowing what to say or ask. "You're parents are ok with me marrying you so, instead of circling around, im giving it to you straight." Sunghoon simply said "All you need to do is pack your belongings when you get home, you're moving in with me, your room will be right opposite mine, and we can talk about what you want in this marriage ok?" He asked as Y/n stared, stunned.

She was never told anything.... Why is everything going so fast? She was being married off to a blood thirsty beastly man who kills for a living?! As Sunghoon left, she sat there lost in thought. So she really was his?.......

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[reallyromealone]

Hear me out. Bonten Mikey x omega male reader

A few years after mikey and m/n broke up, mikey discovered that m/n has a 6 year old daughter who looks like a copy of mikey, and mike like connects rhe timeline and realizes m/n was pregnant at the time of their break up but m/n never told him bc he didnt want his kid to be involved in the mafia/gang shit

-🐰 (late birthday gift for me 🥹?)

It's A VERY LATE FIC I'M SO SORRY

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

(Name) smiled as he put his little pups hair in pigtails, her bangs/fringe pinned back with a cute bubble hair band, today they were visiting Draken and Inui and little (daughters name) wanted to dress her best for her favorite uncles--- don't tell the others.

(Daughters name) was (name)s world, the sweetest little pup in the world who was absolutely precious.

Though sometimes it hurt to look at her, she was literally a spitting image of her father-- (name) never realized how feminine Mikey looked till his pup came into the world, but he loved her so much. She was the kindest and most selfless little thing ever. It wasn't the easiest at times but with the support of his friends he managed. Just starting first grade, (name) was thankful to work at the bike shop and being able to collect his little sunshine.

"Don't forget the cookies papa!" (Daughters name) said excitedly as left for their visit, without a care in the world.

Many would ask "where's the sire" upon learning (name) was a single parent, the question annoying and invasive but (name) always lied and made up an excuse about the father being overseas and such.

He refused to let anyone know about the actual reason, that being (daughters name)a father was the most dangerous man in Tokyo, (name) was thankful as much as he was hurt that Mikey dumped him.

He refused to let anyone go through what he did with Kanto Manji Gang.

With what Mikey was quickly becoming.

It was sheer /fucking/ chance that Mikey was waiting for the light to change in his limo as (name) stood at the cross walk holding hands with--

Holy s h i t.

"...boss are you seeing what we're seeing" Kakucho and Sanzu stared in Shellshock as they looked at a tiny Mikey with pigtails and a little dress, all of them doing the mental math and coming to a quick realization that holy fuck (name) was pregnant.

He was pregnant that day, oh my god that's what he wanted to talk to Mikey about!

"What are your thoughts on kids?" (Name) asked awkardly as they ate dinner, Mikey surpisingly home for once to do so "annoying, would get in the way" the blond said simply "a liability"

(Name) forced himself not to place his hand on his stomach, anxiety riddling his body "I see..."

"Why?"

"Just curious"

Mikey was always so disinterested in (name) these days, (name) always suspected that he was cheating, never saying anything though.

(Name) wanted to just scream.

Mikey remembered that night.

It was the night Mikey dumped him, a rash decision on his end and during one of his dark impulse moments.

He immediately regretted it after, the pained look on (name)s face and they hadn't seen each other since.

(Name) had many expectations of life, but seeing his ex sitting on his couch after he put his pup to bed, noticing the other Bonten men guarding the apartment "the fuck are you doing here" Mikey expected (name)a hostility and glanced up "that's my kid"

"What do you want Mikey" (name) wasn't having any conversation, he wanted to know what the hell he was doing here "I want to meet my kid"

"And get involved in your bullshit? Absolutely not! "Babies are a liability" remember that Mikey?" He hissed out and Mikey sighed, knowing this wasn't going to be easy "I deserve to meet her"

"You lost that chance when you broke up with me, I'm not letting my daughter deal with your shit, Mikey you're /dangerous/! She's six and I don't want her to ever go through what I went through!"

"I can keep you both safe!"

"YOU COULDN'T EVEN KEEP ME SAFE!" (name) was crying at this point, so angry at his once beloveds audacity"I kept her away for a reason Mikey, you are dangerous! She gets to play with her friends and have sleep overs! Has sleep overs at the friends you left behind! She gets to have a childhood that isn't currupted!"

"Why can't you let her have that?" (Name)s voice was broken and his body shaking, he would sacrifice everything for his daughter and at this moment he would stand his ground.

Bonten would poison her.

"Can...can I just please /know/ my daughter"

(Name) was tired, he was tired of it all "if you can /promise/ me that nothing will happen to her, I will let you meet her but one slip up Sano and I will never let you see her again"

[snvffsoda]

some random/silly headcanons for Fox!!

highly experienced knife fighter, and knows basic hand-to-hand combat with or without a karambit, don’t let his height and age fool you, years of using his wits and his strengths to his benefit have gotten him not only far in life but many many, many, victims nowadays he doesn't even need to do all the hard work, he can just point at whoever he wants to brutalize on his next stream and they're there, but his skills are no laughing matter, many have tried to fight back taking his height and age as a means to overpower him and while in very rare cases strength has won over skill (which is why he uses guards now) it usually ends with the victim being clawed out or unconscious by the end of it

locked away, in an old safe somewhere, ren still keeps strades old button up he just can't..let it go, no matter how hard he tries he hates the man, what he's done to him, the lies he fooled Ren into the belief that his torture was to become deeper, to have a bond no other could have, Ren knows to know it was just strades own selfish desires and its those desires that got him killed, he knows better to admire the man, but..even now, when he’ll sit in his penthouse and wonder, what could've been, he thinks if Strade would be proud of him, if he could see him now.

the reason he hasn't been streaming much as of late anymore is well, he's getting older. Don't get him wrong, he loves the thrill of it all! excitedly asking his chat and bidders questions to the highest seller like a twisted game of family feud, the blood rush he gets when he saws off the leg of a victim, or slices their throat all for the eyes of his viewers to see, he loves the thrill, the hunt, but sometimes, as much as he plans his schedules, and outfits, and ideas of torture, most days, he wants to enjoy the quiet, the sound of his favorite anime playing slowly while sipping coffee, the fun of taking a vacation simply because he can and he feels like it, he knows it's stale and boring but he likes it, and hopes eventually he can take some well deserved time for himself

always on time and on schedule with anything, and everything meetings, streams, handling his guards around, food, and doesn't like changing his schedule (he's a busy man) he doesn't like when he's late to something at all, or when someone else is, and will get irritated if someone or something, gets in the way of that, whether it be as simple as a scheduled limo being late, or a meeting that was postponed

even at the ripe old age of 47 (which he still denies being old) he still has amazing hygiene and grooming routines, but now he has the luxury of a hell of a lot more money than he did when he was younger, so his tail and hair is on a whole other level of soft, even when he isn't trying to, he's been told by not only his associates but his closer allies that being his guards that he always smells nice, never a smelly day for the fox, unless he gets too excited with a stream or two that is, then maybe with all the blood, and bile that gets spilled on him, he may not smell the best,

if he likes you, and keeps you to himself, he’ll spoil you rotten, whatever it is you want or desire he will make sure it's handled and given with care and affection, of course, some nights he may ask you to dress up for him, or maybe he’d bring his knife to the equation in sex or foreplay (he loves the way you bleed) but he's always sweet and comforting about it, sure you may see him be stressed due to a scheduling error, or his chat not being as active as they were a day before, but he always has a soft spot for you, even if he's angry.

loves rambling about his favorite anime to you and his affection towards the style of art as a whole, he loves just being able to be silly, watch his eyes light up as he talks about the newest episode of his anime and how he can't believe that character betrayed who and how much he loves this character, he's a weeb at heart, even now, and he accepts it, and is very passionate about it

has contemplated starting a separate gaming stream before, but knows that his type of content wouldnt work since it would be hard for a viewer to sped 1,000 dolars to see him gouge someone's eye out and then 2 minutes later that same viewer seeing Fox play genshin Impact, though he wishes he could just do it once in and while alas, he usually plays his games when off streams usually, but will occasionally forget to close them and it'll be left it on in the background while he does his snuff streams, the sound of peaceful anime tunes playing just subtly in the background for any eagle-eyed viewer of his streams to notice

since his job constantly has him being extroverted and charismatic to keep viewers and bidders entertained, when he's not working he is actually pretty quiet most times, of course, he’ll laugh and smile, and be joyful, he just naturally is, but there's definitely a noticeable switch in his personality when the cameras are on and when they're off, he just seems quieter, more likely to hum in response pleasantly to someone rather than give them a barking laugh with a smile, not that he's sad, he's just ‘recharging his social battery’ as he likes to put it

has an extremely keen scent and can recognize almost everyone he knows from their scent alone so if he's ever blindfolded (he could be for any number of reasons) his senses heighten even more and he can smell things perfectly and stronger, and when eating something really good that being his favorite raw meats or culinary dishes, his eyes will pinpoint and glow in excitement from the flavors and texture he can't help it when he does, and he’ll tend to make more animalistic growling feral sounds when he's eating something he REALLY LIKES whether that be chicken hearts, or your actual heart <3

[storm-angel989]

So I love the way you write about the Vee’s, so I wanted to see how Val and the others would react to (Val’s daughter) reader getting a motorcycle.

Hi there,

The answer to this question is the same as when I tried to get my motorcycle license.

They do not react well.

Enjoy the angry Vee parents (and Reader is her Mom- because this is PRIME OTO material)

<3 Mandy 

Valentino couldn’t believe what he was watching. And if he wasn’t sitting in Vox’s office, watching footage taken with Vox’s technology, he would be inclined to believe it was fake- a sick joke created to get him riled up. 

“A fucking motorcycle, is she god damn serious?” Valentino snarled as he lit a cigarette. “I told her no, I fucking said…”

“And did you really think you would stop her?” Vox asked as he leaned back in his chair. “I mean honestly, Val. She’s got your little rebellious streak.” 

“Why the fuck do you sound so amused?” Valentino demanded as he slammed his fist into the control panel below the screens. “This is blatant fucking disrespect, when her mother finds out she and I will…” 

“Hey! Val! Val,” Vox’s tone dropped. “Back away from my computer. Calm the fuck down. You’re looking at footage from three hours ago. It’s already safe, and waiting for us.” 

Valentinos expression dropped. He stared at Vox and Vox grinned as he spread his arms. 

“Vel’s got her exactly where we want her Val- no need to worry!” Vox said as he stood up. He clasped Valentino’s shoulder and held up a set of keys. “Now that you’re angry, let’s go have some fun.” He paused, “oh, and I did text your wife. She won’t make it for this part, but she’ll be home tonight.”

Valentino sighed. Great. His wife had to leave her job early because his daughter apparently couldn’t accept the word no. Reluctantly, Valentino followed Vox down to the lowest level of the V tower- the garage. There, amongst the limos and sports cars, sat the brand new, black and red bike. Next to it stood a furious looking Velvette and Valentino’s daughter, looking dejected. 

“We don’t ask you for much, do we?” Valentino heard Velvette admonish. “Anything and everything you ask your father for, he says yes. This is the one thing- the one fucking thing he told you no. He explained to you that he didn’t feel it was safe. He told you why he didn’t want you on this fucking death trap and instead of listening to him, instead of respecting him, you straight up…”

“Alright Vel, we’ll take it from here,” Vox interrupted.

“Daddy, I’m…” his daughter began.  

Valentino crossed his arms and looked his daughter up and down. “I don’t want to hear it. Not yet. What I want to know is how you got it in the first place? There are rules in place bebita- classes you need to take, hours on the road to be completed. Not to mention the overhead cost of the bike itself.”

She hung her head and muttered something Valentino couldn’t quite catch. 

“Louder, baby. None of us could hear,” Vox told her firmly. “Come on now. You did it. Take ownership.”

“I…I’m sorry!” She sniffled and crossed her arms. “Daddy, I’m sorry.”

“Allow me to help explain,” Vox said as he walked towards her. He placed a hand on the bike and glared at his niece. “You hacked into my system, registered yourself as a licensed driver, forged and uploaded all the official documents and then went into the bank, upped the limit on the debit card we allow you to use and purchased this…this death trap. Not only did you blatantly disrespect your father, you lied, cheated and stole to get your way.”

Valentino watched as his daughter tried to wipe tears away. He could feel his blood begin to boil. 

“Is this how your mother and I raised you? A spoiled brat who can’t accept the word no- even if it's for her own good? What is your mother going to say when she gets home?”

“What does mom care when she has all of heaven and hell to deal with?” She snarled. 

Valentino gritted his teeth. “Bebita, that isn’t true and you know that.”

“Just  fucking ground me already,” she snapped. 

“Oh, you’re more than grounded,” he shot back. “Give Uncle Vox your credit cards. We will discuss further punishment when your mother gets home. Go to your room.”

Valentino watched as his daughter stalked out of the garage. As soon as she was out of ear shot he turned to Vox and Velvette.

“What do we do next? She’s grounded? We take her cards away? What else can we…”

“Therapy,” Velvette said with a shrug. “Sounds to me like she needs a session.” “And we have someone coming to pick up the bike. The digital effects are already sorted,” Vox added. “The biggest thing is getting her mom home and finding out why she felt the need to act out like this. Because between us- as angry as I am, and as much as I want to believe that its her acting like a brat, I think Velvette’s right. There is a deeper reason than just teenage defiance. But hey,” he clasped Valentino on the shoulder. “Reader should be home any minute. Let’s figure this out like we always do-as a family.”

[ashetherando]

“…I Love you…” FizzOzzie x Idol! Reader

Warning: death, angst, and blood

pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

3rd Pov

It was the last morning of your Tour before you can spend your December and half of January home with your lovers Fizzarolli, a jester that recently quite from Mammons crazy ass self, it’s completely understandable when you had your first show at the Mammon stage! And Asmodeus, the King of Lust and a very big rooster that everyone is aware of both Fizz and Ozzie’s relationship, but you never told anyone about your relationship or never told anyone about your personal life at all. You opened the door to the Kitchen to see them eating their breakfast, you grab a cup and start making yourself a cup of coffee “so, (Y/N) last day, am I right!” Fizz perks up with a smile “yup! Freedom for two and a half months!” You sat down across from them “so, what ring is this taken place?” Ozzie asked and took a big bite of his fried eggs “Greed. Greed, NotaScam too be exact” you take a swig of your coffee “ahhh, I heard a lot of bad things there. You better be careful” “don’t be, Fizzy-Frog. Guards will be there to take to and from, and you’ll be there, right, Fizzy?” “Yurp!” He finishes his plate and place in the dishwasher and left the room to get ready for the day. You sit down in the limo next to Fizz “do you have to bring the Queves?” You asked him as at least 15 of them sit on your lap and in between the two of you “yes, yes I do!” You scratch one of the nearest queve next to you behind its ears. As the car drive slowly turns Bluish-Purple to green, you send out a tweet on Wrathier saying how excited you are with this show. You drove passed the dome your concert is taken place, little people in the regular line and so much people in the VIP line “holy shit, (Y/N) that’s a lot of people to meet you” “yeah, holy fuck!” You start to feel uneasy, Fizz saw your expression change from happy to nervous and held your hand “don’t worry, babes. I’m here if anything happens!” He pecks you on the cheek and the limo parks in the back of the building, next to the exit, you open the door and left, then the family of Queves left and Fizz zooms across you and into the building. You found your dressing/warmup and gotten comfortable with it, your manager throws you around from helping the VIP merch table and warmup and so on and so forth. The VIP doors open and a wave of people comes it, people crowding the merch table and people getting into the front of the pit and since there’s so much people, you have to talk and take pictures with the barriers, so you won’t be grabbed, touched, or something bad happening to you. You sing a sneak peek of your next song as an acoustic and waved them goodbye as you left into your dressing room with Fizz as he held you close. Until Fizz got hungry “honey, I’m gonna pick up some food near the building, love you!” He pecks you and speeds off and you entered your room.

45 minutes later, you finished up warming up your voice and instrument warmups. The door knocked, Fizz is back! “I’m coming!” You opened the door, it wasn’t Fizz, it was someone with a grey hoodie with so many stains and pit sweat stains with the hood up along with really baggy pants, he had a bouquet of Chrysanthemums “hello, (y/n) (l/n), how is your boyfriends in the lust ring?” You were stunned and you panicked internally ‘how did he know? Did you get drunk and brag about it on your Instagram live? How the hell did he-!’ All the memories you shared with FizzOzzie, from the first Christmas and winter together, dates, and when you fall asleep together one time when you were sick and they both got sick, when you felt a puncture on your chest and sharp pain worse than any anxiety attack feeling, “DOES THAT HURT? I WAS HURT WORSE! You went and get knocked up but two sleeze-bags even though you’re an idol, You fan-betraying slut! You lured us in with your constant “I love you! I love you!” Crap! It was all lies!” blood fell spread from costume to the ground, you pushed away and held where the wound is at,all the members stood up and comes to your aid, while the crazy mysterious imp runs away “(y/n)! I’m back!” Fizz comes back with the food held high “the line was so long I was considering going back to lust for foo-!” He blinks when he saw you on the ground fighting for your life “(y/n)…(Y/N)!” He drops the bags and runs towards you and quick calls Ozzie “Ozzie! OZZIE! SOMETHING HAPPENED TO (Y/N)!” Tears fell “DO SOMETHING, RANDOM ASS BAND MEMBER!” “It’s Bob” “I DONT CARE!DO SOMETHING!” Fizz yells at him and Bob ran out “(y/n)! Please stay with me, it’ll be okay! Just stay with me!” He held you close to him as other members went separately to help in any way, from hunting down to that crazy fan, announcing to the fans that something happened and it is been cancelled and keep an eye on the stalker and apologize to the inconvenience and also calling the ambulance and police. It doesn’t take long when your heart beat slowly dying down and slowly getting heavier “fizz…” “sh!sh! Safe your strength, (y/n) don’t leave me! We have to spend this Christmas together! Please!” You held up your bloody hand and placed it on his cheek “I’m sorry. This is probably…it for me. You’re not hurt, are you fizz? I wonder…what you both be in the future be…As the two of you love each other when I’m gone… I want to be there to see it.” Tears start to swell up and Fizz shook his head in denial of you dying “no, no, (y/n)! Don’t say that!” “Ozzie…Fizz…I love you. Those words definitely weren’t a lie” you smiled when your heart stop and let your hand drop “(y/n)! (Y/n)! Wake up! Please!” He dropped his phone when Ozzie was on the phone. “Fizzy? (N/n)! Pick up, please!” “(Y/n)!” The paramedics came in and took you, leaving Fizz on the ground crying his eyes out and not picking up the phone while Ozzie is freaking out.

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Stylist

Info - stylist reader, Timmy's POV, oral (male receiving), finger sucking, unprotected sex, sex in the kitchen, semi-Dom Timothée, cum facial

As she touched me I thought more and more about just blowing off the entire event. Her lips were a peachy pink that made me want to sink my cock in between them. Her body looked flexible and lively and I wanted to bend her over my couch. Her doe eyes would look adorable all widened when I made her cum.

At the last minute my stylist had called in sick. Apparently, he'd gotten food poisoning. I'd called the agency in a panic because tonight was the Met Gala. They'd sent a replacement and this was why y/n was currently at my apartment with her hands all over me.

"You've got a great bone structure," she commented as she brushed some powder over my cheeks.

"You've got great lips," | said in a low voice. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine. The tension was palpable.

She moved back carefully. She shook the brush off more than looked necessary. I felt giddy and wired. The excitement of a potential new bond was always exciting.

She sprayed my curls with her water bottle. Some of the liquid got on my neck. I squirmed. She blew gently where the droplets had fallen and I let out a moan.

"You okay?" She asked shakily.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."

She didn't feel like someone I'd only just met. I felt like I'd known her a while. I felt like this tension had lasted centuries. With every second I felt more drawn to this gorgeous girl who had spirited into my life.

"Well, looks like you're ready," she said as he straighter my dress coat.

My eyes were tracking her every movement.

"Alright," I said in a low breath.

Our gazes met. I didn't break the contact as I reached for the door handle. I could hear the limo beeping, but I couldn't be less interested.

"Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?" | whispered to her.

"Yes."

It was all she needed to say. We crashed together. It was a whirlwind of lust. I picked her up and lifted her to push her against the wall.

She was kissing my neck as I pulled out my phone. I squeezed it between my ear and my shoulder while I used my hands to pull her breasts out. I massaged the full mounds of flesh. I was already rock fucking hard. Her beautiful mouth was making the most lovely little O.

"Not coming," I gasped into the phone.

"What?" Snapped my publicist.

"Sick, can't come," i lied. I'd give up any event to be inside this immaculate woman.

"Timothée," the tone was warning.

"Make it up to you," | breathed. I hung up and tossed my phone on a soft surface. I lifted her onto the kitchen counter.

I palmed my aching cock over my pants as I got on my knees. I lifted her cute little sundress.

"You minx, you aren't wearing panties," | growled with need. She smiled at me, satisfied at my reaction.

I ran my palm up her soaked heat. I huffed the smell of her wet cunt. I licked a stripe up my hand. I then lifted my palm to her mouth. She sucked on my fingers, tasting herselt.

I began to lap and suck at her pussy. Her snug cunt was pretty and pure. Her raw taste went straight to my throbbing dick. It pulsed in my underwear as I slobbered over her walls. I needed to make her slick, because I didn't want go anywhere to get condoms or lube.

"You ready for me?" | asked in a ragged voice. I felt strung out on lust.

It was as if l'd just run a marathon or been to a rock concert.

"Yes, I need you. Fuck, I want you inside me," she said with a desperate tone.

"That's my girl," I said happily.

I stood up. I pulled down my slacks and showed her my pulsating cock. She let out a stream of spit. It coated my dick. I moaned as I rubbed her essence up and down my length.

"Put yourself inside me my darling God," she crooned. I could have melted. Her voice sparked every nerve ending I had.

I pressed my head to her entrance. I slowly pushed in as we made eye contact. My hands massaged her bare ass as I began to thrust. I moved in and out of her so easily from all the arousal and saliva.

"Heaven sent," | murmured as I pressed my forehead against hers. I was slamming into her as she made little erotic noises. Her face was so pretty as it scrunched and gasped. Her long legs wrapped around me.

The feelings were incomparable. I snapped in and out with a pornographic pleasure. She kept biting my shoulder to keep from screaming. Her snug walls were clenching and fluttering. I could feel her rapid heartbeat against mine. I was in another world of lust.

"I dressed you tonight," she whispered in my ear. Her high pitched, feminine voice kept hitching as I pumped my cock deeper and deeper.

"Now you do me the favour. Lose your load all over my face," she begged. The idea made me insanely horny.

"I wanna cum inside you," I moaned.

"You can, you will. Bend me over your table after this and cum in me, but right now, coat my fucking face. I want the great Timothée Chalamet to dress me in his superior semen."

"Oh fuck!" | cried. I yanked my dick out. I was jerking my cock like crazy and groaning like wild. Before I knew it I was shooting ropes all over her submissive face. Her pretty mouth hung open and waiting.

She was smiling as the first spurt hit her cheek.

She was humping the counter, getting her wetness all over it as I came on her. She looked like a desperate slut as she rubbed herself. Her hand moved to her clit to circle it as I finished cumming.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, making a blissed out, pornographic face. She was licking her lips.

"Feels so good," she whined. Her delicate fingers still pressed her bundle.

"Oh no you don't," I growled. I picked her up and did as she had said. I bent her over my kitchen table. The way she looked back at me, a face of sexual need, with my seed all over her, made me grow hard again. I slammed home, ready for a fun weekend ahead.

On early Sunday morning I felt like an adult film star. I'd fucked y/n on every surface of my house. We'd done nothing but had sex. Her legs were wobbling as I helped her out to her car. We'd had spent the whole weekend together.

"Thanks for that," she said, giggling because I'd made her knees weak.

"Anytime, I mean, you know where to find me," I offered and kissed her cheek.

"That I do," she nodded. She turned on her car and was about to back out.

"Sorry you missed the event."

"Oh baby," I purred. "That was the best Met Gala I've ever been to."

I winked so she'd know what I meant. A cat like smile spread over her lips. She bit her lip and backed out of my driveway. I saw a few photographers taking photos. I didn't care in the moment, I was riding the high of amazing sex. Perhaps, the paps leaking the story of me and the mystery stylist would make her say fuck it. Perhaps she'd come back to me next weekend for another ride. I'm sure l'd have some wet dreams about it. For right now, I needed to go in to take a nap and build up my sperm again.

[mlmxreader]

My Agent | Johnny Cage x m!reader (🍋)

『••✎••』 ↳ ❝ Just wanted to say I ADORE your writing, literally feeding the males and the gays and it’s just- *Chefs kiss.*

Was wondering if I could request a Johnny cage(mk1) fic where M!reader is his new agent(?) who Johnny instantly takes a liking to because they can match his wits? Was thinking something like Johnny having the reader ride him in his personal limo after they leave a gala, like back to chest type beat? I don’t mind any other kinks tbh.

Have a great day/night!

-🦊 anon (is that how that works???) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Johnny takes an immense liking to his new agent, even if he wasn't exactly keen on hiring somebody new.

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

: ̗̀➛ anal sex, breeding kink, LIGHT (very light) choking kink, swearing

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At first, Johnny was far from keen at even the thought of having a new agent, but given that there wasn’t much he could do about it, he did begrudgingly accept your offer; all of your previous references checked out, more shining than anything else.

Johnny had to wonder - why would you want to work for him when you had been working as an agent for a much bigger, more famous, Hollywood star?

He was suspicious, until he read in the papers that your previous employer had retired from acting. He needed an agent though, so he couldn't exactly turn you away given that his last one quit on him. Something about his ego.

The rest of Johnny's team liked you though, his publicist said you were a good looking guy, presumably single, dedicated to your work and not shy of bragging about who you had worked with before. His assistant told him that you were more than good looking, and that you were funny.

Johnny had no idea that the day he met you, he would fall absolutely head over heels the second you opened your mouth. Mouthy like him, flirtatious and charming and fuck… you were certainly funny, and Johnny could only think about how his publicist and assistant bad lied to him: you weren't just handsome, you weren't just good looking.

You were the single most fucking stunning man Johnny had ever laid his eyes on.

Love at first sight, Johnny did everything he could to woo you; lavish and luxurious dates, spoiling you with whatever you happened to nonchalantly mention that you liked - clothes, food, bits and pieces for your home, if you mentioned it, Johnny bought it the next day. He adored that you could actually match his wit and humour, even more so that you sometimes left him absolutely speechless and just gawking at you with a slight grin.

But it paid off, and although the relationship wasn't public - Johnny was sure that there would be a mass amount of animosity towards you for fucking your boss and an equal amount towards him for fucking his employee - he took you to every public event as his plus one.

People thought that it was sweet of him, and often referred to you as his "close friend/agent". They had no idea.

Of course, Johnny took you with him to the most recent gala; showing you off to his Hollywood friends, proudly grinning as he placed his hand between your shoulders and told them who you were. Winking at you when a few of them handed you their cards and asked if you could represent them as well; he would shake his head and laugh.

"No, unfortunately, he's all mine."

The comment made you laugh, heart pounding as you leaned into him slightly, all but hanging off of his arm; you mostly kept quiet during the events though, even if Johnny did try and encourage you to be yourself. You couldn't turn your professional mode off, you never could, but you were slowly starting to let it slip slightly.

At the end of the night, Johnny had you in the back of his private limousine, your shoes and trousers and boxers scattered on the floor. His trousers and boxers pushed down to his ankles. You were so fucking glad he kept a bottle of lube in the seat pocket.

Your back against his chest as he held one hand against your throat, the other on the inside of your thigh; he pushed his hips up, fucking your ass as you let out a soft moan of his name.

"Shit, Johnny," you breathed out. "You're almost as good at this as I am."

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart," Johnny growled out, softly kissing your neck. "I've got a lot more planned for tonight."

You ground against him, gripping your cock and slowly stroking it. "No homo, though, right?"

Laughing softly, Johnny gently bit down on your neck, his grip on your thigh getting slightly tighter, fingernails digging into your skin. "I think it's a little late for that, don't you?"

"You're right," you chuckled quietly. "It's way too late for- oh, fuck! Right there!"

He grunted softly, picking up his pace a little bit, the sound of skin slapping taking over the sound of the radio in the front; 'International Love' by Pitbull was playing. You threw your head back against his shoulder, panting heavily as you begged him for more.

"Switch positions," Johnny panted out, pushing you off of him when you agreed before making you turn around.

He was quick to pull you back, thrusting into your ass and letting you hold onto his shoulders, his hand firmly around your throat but not squeezing. He could feel your pulse against his fingertips as you stared into his big brown eyes.

He swallowed thickly, thinking about whether or not to say it. Fuck it. It could wait.

You felt so good, like your ass was made to take every inch of his cock; he couldn't help it, pulling you down for a kiss and stealing every single ounce of breath that you had.

"Johnny," you whimpered upon pulling away, your hands on his chest as you pressed your face against the side of his neck. Forcing his grip on your throat to let go. "Fuck…"

"You want me to breed you?" Johnny asked, chest heaving as he reached around and grabbed both your ass cheeks. "Huh? You want me to breed your perfect ass?"

You nodded.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he breathed out. "Use your words like a good boy."

"I want you to breed me, Johnny," you said quietly. "Please."

It was music to his fucking ears as he picked up his pace, fucking up into you as quickly as he could and as hard as he could. The sounds of your moans and grunts and his harsh breaths and soft growls mingled with the slapping of skin, much, much louder than the radio.

He was getting close, but he was behind you; he didn't care, keeping up the pace until he could feel you cumming on his stomach, staining his shirt. He could get it washed.

"Finish in me, Johnny," you begged. "Please, Johnny, finish in me, breed me."

Johnny was all too eager to oblige, filling and stuffing you with his cum as his orgasm washed over him; but he didn't care, fucking it back into you as he tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes. Your ass clenching around his cock. Fuck.

He kept going, desperate to fill you and to make you all his. Fuck. You felt so good, he didn't want to stop. But when you tapped his left ear, he knew he had to.

He gave you time to get off of him, letting you flop on the seat beside him; Johnny couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you pulled your trousers and boxers back on at the same time he did. Fuck. You were definitely a keeper.

"Johnny?"

"Hmm?"

"If you're gonna stare like that, you better be thinking about round two."

Johnny grinned as he licked his lips. "Oh, don't worry. I am."

He didn't say it. He wanted to, but he couldn't. He'd wait for later. Maybe when you were half asleep next to him so he could deny that he ever said it if you didn't feel the same.

"I love you," you told him with a smile, moving to sit back on his lap.

For a moment, Johnny stared at you, nearly gawking. "Huh?"

"I love you," you told him.

"Can we start round two now?"

"John."

He swallowed thickly, daring to grin. "I love you, too."

[audhd-author]

Drunk in Love

It's time for the annual Stark Industries Gala and Tony realises rather quickly, he maybe outdid himself too far when choosing your outfit for the night.

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3643 words

NSFW(18+)

Soft sex, alcohol use, fluff, praise kink, heavy smut, slight degradation, creampies, restraints, marking kink, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play.

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Pulling the top off of your red lipstick tube, you carefully apply it, using the mirror to make sure you accentuate your cupid’s bow. It isn’t your first time attending the annual Stark Industries Gala, having attended last year’s one as a newly initiated Avenger. But yet, this time is even more nerve-wracking given you’re attending as Tony’s date. The two of you had been dating for nearly seven months now and he never failed to spoil you with expensive, intimate gifts. This time is no different. The black floor-length dress he had chosen hugged every intricate curve of your body, the soft fabric draping over your skin.

Opening the black jewellery box laid out on the nightstand, a soft breath escapes you. Inside lies a silver necklace, detailed with intricate gems. The metal is a cool and relieving weight around your neck as you fasten it. Returning back to the mirror, you let the music playing through the speaker flow through your body. Michelle Morrone’s “Drink Me” begins to play and you softly sing along to the lyrics as you stare in the mirror. Catching movement out the corner of your eye, a smirk pulls at your lips as you catch Tony’s eyes in the mirror. You’re unsure as to how long he’d been leaning against the doorframe but the way his black 3 piece suit highlighted his form made your legs weak. “See something you like, baby?” You grin as he comes up behind you, his hands brushing your hair over one shoulder as he leans to place a tender kiss in the crook of your exposed neck.

“You look good enough to eat, my love.” He groans, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder as his hands trail down the curves of your waist. A fire burns in your core at his touch, a sigh escaping you as your head leans back against the firm muscles in his shoulder. “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of you tonight, darling.” His voice is a tone deeper than usual, the vibrations rushing over your skin as he brushes his lips up to your jawline.

Turning around to face him, your arms rest on his shoulders as his hands pull your hips flush against his body. Leaning up, you brush your lips against his, a sensation you didn’t know you so desperately craved until now. His lips gently return the gesture before you pull away, a soft smile pulling at your mouth. “Well, you’re going to have to figure it out, Happy’s waiting outside with the limo.” You laugh, giving him a wink as you grab your handbag, your hips swaying slightly more than usual as you walk away from him. A strained chuckle escapes Tony as he follows you out of the room, one hand wrapped around your waist.

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To say that the night had been long would be an understatement, the intense flirtations between you and Tony had escalated from teasing hands on thighs to dirty words whispered in each other’s ears. His speech, as always, was delivered to a thunderous applause from the audience and the gala had been nothing short of a success. You and the rest of the Avengers had resorted back to the tower, now having a private afterparty in the lounge. Tony has pulled your legs over his lap as you let your head rest on his shoulder, his hands stroking up your inner thigh over the silk of your dress. One hand holding onto your whiskey, the other lays on his chest as you take a sip. “The minute this party is over, I can guarantee I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Tony’s voice is low, his lips brushing over your earlobe as he murmurs this, your core twisting in desire.

You grin, letting your teeth gently nibble the top of his ear as you lean forward to reply. “Is that a threat or a promise?” You smirk as a strained breath escapes him, a low growl sounding in his throat as his eyes darken. “Oh love, it's a fact.” He replies before taking a sip of his scotch. “Alright guys, guys, guys.” Natasha slurs, a few drops of her vodka escaping her glass as she overly excitedly leans forward. “We’re gonna play Truth or Drink because a few of you seem to be way too sober right now.” She says, her gaze aimed pointedly at Tony and you sitting on the couch. You laugh in response. “I’m sorry, I’m not a lightweight then.”

“Truth or Drink? I’m unfamiliar with this game.” Thor says, his words slightly slurred as he takes a gulp from his beer.

“Basically, one person asks a question to the group. If you don’t want to answer, you take a drink.” Wanda says, her champagne glass precariously tipped in her hand. Thor nods before responding. “Alright, I’m in.” Everyone else nods in agreement, including you as you finish the last sip in your glass. “Let me just fill my drink up then.” You laugh, flinging your legs off Tony’s lap, much to his dismay. Standing up, you walk over to the bar, about to just grab your typical Wild Moose until your eyes land on the bottle of Fireball on the shelf. Grabbing it, you take a seat back next to Tony, whose hand pulls your legs back over his lap as you do. “Ooh Y/N’s feeling bold!” Clint laughs, seeing the bottle of spirits in your hand. You grin. “What can I say, I drink to get drunk. Alright Nat, what’s the first question?”

She takes a moment before her eyes flash excitedly. “Would you guys ever consider being a stripper?”

“Oh absolutely,” Rhodey says, to agreement from Tony and Wanda. Everyone else says no, which you expected. Nat turns to you. “What about you Y/N?” A grin pulls at your lips as you reply. “I was a stripper for a while so yeah, I would.”

“What!?” Wanda exclaims, leaning back in her seat in shock, a laugh escaping you at her reaction. “Yeah, I was in a bit of a rough place a few years ago, I needed money and I knew stripping earnt well. So for about a year, I worked at Rick’s Cabaret in town.” Tony knew about all this, neither of you knew at the time but he had been one of the main reasons you made so much money.

“That question was too easy Nat, we’re never going to get drunk if they’re all like that.” Steve laughs, tripping over his tongue, trying to speak. She shoots him a look before sipping from her glass. “Why don’t you ask the questions if you’re so cocky about it.” She grumbles, Steve, grinning in response. “Alright then, if you were going to recreate any sex scene in a movie, what one would it be?” Immediately, Peter, Thor, and Vision take a drink, a deep blush spreading over Peter’s cheeks. “I haven’t seen that many movies,” Thor admits.

“Well it’s not entirely a sex scene but I’d love to recreate the handprint left in the steamed window of the car in Titanic with someone,” Clint says, grinning sheepishly as we nod in agreement.

“The pottery scene in Ghost,” Nat says as Rhodey laughs. “That was my answer as well.”

“Achilles and Briseis’ scene in Troy,” Wanda admits, a blush appearing on her cheeks.

“50 Shades.” Tony’s hand moves further up your thigh as he says this, a heat flushing through your veins at the action. Taking a sip from your bottle, you answer. “The boat scene from 365 Days.” Bruce nods. “What she said.” Everyone looks at Steven, the only one to have not said anything yet. He shakes his head, exhaling. “Yeah, I agree with Tony. 50 Shades.”

“Ooh, I’ve got a question,” Wanda says, accidentally tipping her champagne glass a bit too far in excitement. “Have you ever faked an orgasm?”

All of the guys, bar Tony, Bruce, and Steven, shake their heads no. “A few times, yeah,” Bruce says, as Tony nods, rubbing your thigh reassuringly to confirm never with you. “I’ve only faked it once, funny enough it was the first time I had sex.” Steven laughs, sipping from his glass of whiskey. “I think I can say that yes, all of us girls have faked it,” Nat says as Wanda and I nod in agreement. “Oh for sure. I had to fake it every time before I met Tony just to get them to stop.”

“Honestly! Like it gets to a point where you’re just lying there and nothing’s happening for you and you just want to go home so you can finish yourself.” Wanda can’t control her laughter upon hearing Nat’s response. Tony’s hand tightens its grip on your thigh as he leans towards your ear. “Did you seriously just say you’d never orgasmed from someone else apart from me?” His voice comes out in a low growl that makes your legs pulsate with desire as you nod. “Then I’ll make sure you cum until you’re dry tonight, darling.” He smirks as he pulls away, his pupils dilated with arousal. Taking a deep breath to calm your intensely beating heart, you bring the bottle to your lips, letting the cinnamon liquid burn a delicious fire down your throat.

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It was well after midnight and countless drinks consumed before everyone decided to get some sleep, though Tony and you had different plans. Tony’s hands grab your hips as you wrap your arms over his shoulders. Your lips pressed firmly against his, breathy moans escape you as the two of you stumble through the penthouse to your bedroom. One hand trails from your hip to your back, unzipping the dress as it falls to the floor, revealing the matching red lace lingerie underneath. Pushing you backwards onto the bed, Tony crawls over you, positioning his knee between your legs, grinding it against your heat. A low groan emits from his throat at the sight of you beneath him. “I love seeing you in that dress but I’ve wanted to take it off from the moment I saw you in it.” He pushes himself up to pull his suit jacket off his shoulders. Grabbing his tie, you pull him back down, his lips finding yours as his hands roam over your now-exposed side. His lips wander down from your jawline, over your collarbone, to the dip in between your breasts, breathy moans escaping you as he does.

Kicking your heels off, Tony does the same to his shoes as he lets his tongue dart over your clothed nipple. The lace of your bra mixing with the heat of his tongue makes your head fall back in pleasure, your lips slightly parted. His thumb reaches up to rub over your other nipple in circular motions, a soft moan falling off your lips. The alcohol aids in the pleasure, making you feel dizzy as he continues his ministrations. He reaches his hand under your back to unclasp your bra before sucking your nipple into his mouth, his name escaping you in a pleasured moan. You can feel him smirk against your skin as your back arches closer towards him. “Already so desperate, aren’t you baby?” He teases as you nod, his mouth trailing light kisses down the sensitive skin of his stomach. Positioning himself in between your legs, he lifts one over his shoulder, kissing from your knee up your inner thigh.

With each kiss, he inches closer to where you need him most, sending waves of anticipation through your body, pooling in your core. You can feel your arousal gather in your lace panties as he places a soft kiss on the waistband of them. Grasping the waistband in his teeth, he pulls them down your legs, leaving you completely exposed before him. “Fuck, so wet for me.” He murmurs before darting his tongue out to collect your arousal from your entrance, your back arching for more. “Tony, please.” You plead as he continues slowly licking up your slit, stopping just before your desperate clit.

“Easy darling, we’ve got all night.” He grins, your arousal glistening on his beard as he looks up at your body with darkened eyes. One hand desperately grasping at the covers, your other entangles itself in his hair, pushing him closer to your heat. You can feel the smirk on his lips as he lightly grazes his lips over your sensitive mound, extracting a soft moan from you. Lightly tracing around your clit with his tongue, you raise your hips, desperate to get more friction. His hands grasp your hips, holding you in place as he nips at your inner thigh, a pleasured gasp escaping you as he does. “Move your hips again and I’ll edge you until you’re begging for release, is that clear?” He growls against your clit, the vibrations making your legs feel weak, arousal continuing to leak out of you. You nod your head in response. “Good girl.” God, the effect those two words have on you is indescribable. Your core twists with pleasure as he dives his head back in between your legs, sucking your clit between his lips.

Your grip tightens in his hair as he flattens his tongue, flicking your mound gently. The hand that was entangled in the sheets flies up to your mouth as a moan escapes you. Almost immediately, his hand pins yours to the bed. “Don’t you dare, I want to hear you, angel.” He murmurs against your clit, his name falling off your lips as the vibrations of his voice echo through your body. Keeping your body still with one hand on your stomach, his other runs two fingers over your entrance, a shiver crashing over your body. Your back arches off the bed, his name falling off your lips as you feel his fingers gently push inside you. “You sound almost as good as you taste, darling.” He groans, his tongue circling over your clit as he curls his fingers into the sensitive spongy flesh inside you. A string of curses escapes you in a breathy moan as he slowly pumps his digits inside you, curling against your sweet spot with precision. You can feel your first high approaching, your legs beginning to shake on Tony’s shoulders. With each delicious flick of his tongue, each precise thrust of his fingers, he brings you closer to your orgasm. The coil in your stomach tightens as a hot flush runs through your body.

Stars flood your vision as the coil finally snaps, your body shaking, Tony’s name falling off your lips in a pleasured moan. A groan sounds from him as he tastes your release on your tongue, not slowing down his actions. Sucking your sensitive clit into his mouth, a sultry groan escapes you as he helps you ride out your high. Moving up your body, his fingers still move in and out of you, his palm rubbing over your clit as he presses his lips to yours. He runs his tongue over your lower lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly grant him. You can taste yourself on his lips, moaning into them as his palm continues its ministrations. Your hands reach up to undo the buttons of his black undershirt as he reaches down to undo his belt with his free hand.

Shrugging his shirt over his shoulders, you remove his tie as he pulls the belt out from his pants in one smooth movement. He chucks it beside your head before leaning down to place his lips on your neck. With his hand still bringing you closer to your second release, he sucks the sensitive skin of your neck into his mouth, gently biting down with his teeth. A desperate moan escapes you as he does, hues of purple and red spreading over your skin as he finally pulls away. Your body twitches as his fingers press against your sweet spot, his mouth trailing back down to your nipples, which had been left unattended for far too long in Tony’s opinion. Gently biting down on your left one, you let out a breathy gasp as the pleasure and pain mix together to form a desperate desire in your core. Moving over to the other one, he repeats the same action as his left hand comes up to rub lightly over the top of your other hardened nipple. Your orgasm overtakes you, your eyes rolling back into your head as your body spasms under him, a string of moans leaving your lips in a breathless gasp. Your legs shake around Tony’s waist, tingling from the pleasure coursing through your veins.

Slowing down the movements with his hand, he rubs his thumb over your clit in circular motions as he helps you ride out your second high, your chest rising heavily with each breath. He gently pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to your lips. You gladly take them into your mouth, your tongue running up the side of each of his fingers individually as you taste your juices. A soft groan escapes him as you suck your cheeks around his fingers, maintaining eye contact with him as you do. “Fuck, that’s my good little slut.” He murmurs, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to unbutton his pants, pulling them down his legs. You can see the dark patch on his grey boxers from his precum and you groan at the sight, desperately needing him. “Give me your hands, darling.” He says, his voice deep with desire for you. You’re quick to obey as he grabs the belt off the bed, raising your hands to the headboard before tying them securely. Your hands now restrained above you, you can only watch with anticipation as he removes his boxers, freeing himself.

He crawls back over you, positioning himself in between his legs as he rubs himself against your slit. A desperate moan escapes you as he continues to tease you. “Tony, please. I need you.” You breathe as he smirks. How could he deny such a request? A groan escapes the both of you as he pushes himself inside you. You can feel your body weaken as your walls stretch around him, his member filling every inch of you. “You’re so tight, love.” He breathes, laying a kiss on your shoulder before slowly withdrawing himself and pressing back in. Each thrust, slow and loving, his mouth kissing every inch of bare skin it can reach as he rubs against your sweet spot with each movement of his hips. “Fuck, you feel so good.” A moan escapes you as you say this, your eyes rolling back in your head as he groans, your walls tightening around him. A hand on each side of your head, he leans down to press his lips to yours, swallowing each moan he receives from you. The early morning moonlight casts a dim light over the room through the open curtains, highlighting your body with a soft glow. Your tongues intertwine as the kiss deepens, the only thing you can feel is pleasure as he continues to move inside you.

“You look fucking gorgeous, love.” He whispers as he breaks the kiss, the both of you gasping for air. You’re grateful for the dim lighting, feeling your cheeks heat up at the compliment. “I love you.” You breathe, as he chuckles, leaning forward to press his lips against yours. “I love you more, darling.” He murmurs before a groan escapes him, his hips bucking deeper into yours. One of his hands moves to trace lightly down your side, resting on your stomach, intensifying the feeling of him inside you. Your lips are slightly parted, your head falls back as your back arches towards him, a moan escaping you as he begins to pick up the pace. Your breasts bounce with each thrust of his hips, his name exiting you in a string of moans as you can feel yourself pulsing around him. “Fuck, darling.” He curses, his hand moving from your stomach to your clit, his thumb rubbing it in circular motions as he continues to push into you.

“Oh god, Tony.” You breathe as you reach your third orgasm, your walls clenching tightly around him as your body convulses. His hips buck as a low groan escapes him, strings of his hot releases coating your insides as he pulls your body closer. Lightheaded, your body continues to pulse with pleasure as he slows down his thrusts, the two of you breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against yours. With your legs still shaking, the two of you stay breathing in each other’s scent for what seems like hours. Exhaling deeply, Tony pulls out of you as you wince, sensitive. Leaning forward to undo your restraints, he places a kiss against your forehead before getting up and walking into your ensuite.

Still breathing heavily and your body tingling with pleasure, you barely have the energy to watch his naked figure disappear into the next room. You can hear the tap running before he re-emerges a couple of seconds later with a damp towel. Repositioning himself between your legs, he places a kiss on your hip bone, gently cleaning up the remainder of your arousal from your inner thighs before throwing the towel to the washing basket in the corner of the room. Crawling up the bed, he pulls the both of you under the covers as his arm crosses over your chest, pulling your back flush to his chest. “I love you, my darling.” He murmurs, inhaling deeply as he kisses your shoulder. “I love you more.” Your words are slurred, both from pleasure and alcohol, as you let your tiredness overtake your pleasure-filled body.

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9-1-1 REACTION

This week’s episode marks the 100th episode for 9-1-1 and it is a total banger! I figured nothing could get better than Bobby and Athena trapped inside an upside-down cruise ship, but this week’s episode walked up to the bar and said, “hold my beer”. If you’re reading this, you know exactly why this episode is truly *that girl* and I promise you we’re gonna talk about those last 4 minutes and 23 seconds that had us collectively clutching our pearls, pillows, and pets and left us with nary a hair on our scalps. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover so let’s not waste another second. This reaction is for the season 7, fourth episode “Buck, Bothered and Bewildered” which originally aired April 4, 2024. The episode was written by Andrew Meyers and Bradley Michael Marques and directed by actor turned directed Chad Lowe. Spoilers ahead!

“She has anthrax! Or glitter.” – Bachelor Producer, to everyone

We start things off at the Bachelor mansion where we see real-life runner up of season 20 of The Bachelorette and star of season 28 of The Bachelor, Joey Graziadei. I have never seen an episode of The Bachelor, but I have watched the first two seasons of VH1’s Flavor of Love so I’m quite familiar with the concept of a bunch of women competing for the affections of one man. The opening to this episode does a great job of parodying the hit ABC dating and relationship reality television series while also being respectful. After all, the show and it’s many spin-offs are beloved by many, including 9-1-1 viewers. 

We see a handful of hopeful contestants pull up to the mansion in limos, each of them providing a cheesy introduction very reminiscent of RuPaul’s Drag Race and the Real Housewives. I love that two of the contestants are named Ashley because of course there would be two Ashleys cast in the same season of a show like this. My favorite contestant, however, is Ashley A., a flight attendant who looks like she just stepped out of the one-season wonder Pan Am starring Christina Ricci, a pre-Barbie Margot Robbie, and Mike Vogel. Now that I think about it, wasn’t Pam Am an ABC show?

The last contestant arrives with a bottle of glue and introduces herself as Conchata. Joey is all of us and asks her about her name because for those of you who haven’t seen the episode, this woman is the whitest shade of pale and is the last person I expect to have the name Conchata. The producers (played by Jamie Denbo and Rique) scramble behind the scenes trying to find out who this woman is because she is definitely not Conchata. The contestant comes clean about who she really is and introduces herself (again) as Bailey, an aesthetician from Sheboygan, Wisconsin. She takes the bottle of glue and pours it all over the cobblestone driveway. She then lies flat on the driveway in attempt to glue herself to the surface. Our two producers attempt to remove her, but her skin has adhered to whatever glue she poured on the ground. 

Cue title card.

“I love dalmatians.” – Ashley C., Bachelor contestant, to Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz

Our favorite 911 dispatch, Maddie, gets a call from the season 5 bachelor and host of The Bachelor, Jesse Palmer. We learn Maddie and Josh (played by Bryan Safi) are uber fans of the show and I cracked up when Josh commandeered the phone call and started grilling Jesse about the new bachelor. Maddie deploys the 118 to the Bachelor mansion and it’s heavily insinuated the location of this particular emergency is outside of the area the department usually responds to. Way to keep it professional, you guys!

The 118 arrive on the scene and Chimney and Hen attend to Bailey (played by Sarah Fletcher). Chimney sees Joey and he is awestruck. I can totally see he and Maddie piling up on the living room sofa after they’ve put Jee-Yun to bed to watch The Bachelor. There’s a funny moment where the other contestants flirt heavily with Eddie and Buck. Eddie tells them he’s taken but points to Buck and says that he is single. Buck tells them he has a rule about not dating people he meets on calls which is hilarious considering he nearly got fired in the first episode of the series for taking one of the firetrucks to a booty call with a woman he saved. 

Eddie and Buck breakout the jackhammer to cut away the piece of driveway Bailey is stuck to so she can be transported to the nearest hospital. Meanwhile, Chimney answers a FaceTime call from Maddie and Josh who want to know the identity of the latest bachelor. Chimney flips the camera around and tries to be sneaky about filming Joey, but he gets caught. He ducks behind the limo Bailey pulled up in and sees another woman passed out in the backseat. We learn this is the real Conchata and she has been chloroformed by Bailey. Speaking of Bailey, as she is loaded into the ambulance, she yells for Joey to visit her in prison. Yeah, I don’t think Joey Graziadei is going to be visiting you, Bailey.

“That night was the most fun I’ve had since getting struck by lightning.” – Evan Buckley, to Tommy Kinard

We next head over to Air Operations One which I’ve learned is a part of the Los Angeles Fire Department. Tommy Kinard (played by Lou Ferrigno Jr.), our former 118 firefighter turned helicopter pilot, is giving Buck a tour of the unit. I got so excited seeing these two share a scene together because it’s no secret that Buck is my favorite character on the show, and I really like how they’re brought Tommy back into the show this season. Buck is in awe of everything Tommy’s telling him, but the latter believes he has ulterior motives for being there. He asks if Buck is thinking about changing career paths. Buck tells him that he really got a thrill flying in the middle of a hurricane to save Bobby and Athena. It’s the most fun he’s had since getting struck by lightning. 

Buck asks Tommy what got him into flying. Tommy tells him that he used to be a pilot in the Army. Buck lights up and tells Tommy that Eddie was in the Army, too. Tommy already knows this. Buck then tells Tommy that he met his ex (Taylor) responding to a helicopter crash and then realizes in that moment that maybe that was a sign of things to come. Tommy agrees that saving someone’s life and dating them never turns out the way you want it to. Upon second (and third) viewing of this episode, I find it interesting how the both of them are ambiguous about the genders of the people they are speaking about. Buck could’ve mentioned Taylor by name, but he chose to just say ex instead. Now back to the topic at hand, Buck says he isn’t sure if he’d want to leave where he is now to pursue being a pilot and Tommy assures him he can do both which seems to be the thesis of this episode. Tommy offers to teach Buck how to fly for fun. Buck offers to buy him a beer and Tommy says he’d love that. Again, how did I not pick up on the subtle flirtation the first time I saw this episode. These two’s chemistry is off the charts. 

However, our little meet cute is cut short when Eddie arrives. Eddie is surprised to see Buck there and asks Tommy if he got three tickets to the fight. Tommy says ‘no’ but he wishes he did. Here’s another thing I really liked about this scene. I’m sure, by now, Tommy knows that Buck goes by Buck but each time he addresses Buck he calls him ‘Evan’. I’ve always equated the characters on this show who refer to him as ‘Evan’ as having more of an intimate connection with him, i.e., Maddie his sister or Eddie his best friend. Anywho, Buck is surprised to learn that Tommy and Eddie have tickets to a big fight in Vegas and they’re taking one of the helicopters there. Now I have a question. If Buck wasn’t allowed to drive the firetruck to his hookups back in season one, how is Tommy flying to Vegas with Eddie in one of the LAFD choppers okay? Also, I didn’t know helicopters could fly that great of a distance. Anyway, Tommy and Eddie leave to board the helicopter and our poor Buck is left behind feeling both a little confused and a lot jealous.

“It is so good to have you back.” – Athena Grant, to Harry Grant

Speaking of surprises, Athena does not sleep with her hair wrapped. No shade, but no Black woman I know is going to lay her head down at night without doing something to protect her hair. Okay, I’m gonna leave Athena alone because she is thrilled to have her son back home. Yes, you read that right. Harry Grant is back home but he looks a bit different. The character is now aged up played by a new actor – Elijah M. Cooper. Now, in case you forgot, Harry went to live with his dad in Florida back in season five and we really haven’t seen him since then. When Athena says she can’t believe Michael didn’t say anything about Harry coming to visit. Harry tells her his dad has been really busy and had to fly back to Haiti. Bobby is immediately suspicious of this because he figures that Michael would’ve called about something like this. Athena doesn’t seem to concerned about any of this and is basically just happy to have her youngest back under her roof. 

“I saved a baby in a pipe once although it was a preemie and it didn’t speak.” – Evan Buckley, to everyone

Meanwhile, Buck, Eddie, and Ravi (played by Anirudh Pisharody) respond to an emergency at a restaurant where the dishwasher (played by Jibre Hordges) claims he hears a voice coming from inside the sink. Ravi doesn’t think it’s possible that someone could be trapped inside a drain but Buck reminds him of the time he pulled a newborn out of a sewer pipe. The firefighters do finally hear someone yelling for help and the restaurant manager (played by Cesili Williams) shows them footage of a motorcyclist being struck by a car and knocked into a storm drain. 

Buck, Eddie, and Ravi head outside and Ravi, being the newest member of the 118, is lowered down into a manhole to extract the poor guy. During this time, Buck grills Eddie about his outing with Tommy. He learns that in addition to going to Vegas, Tommy is also teaching Eddie the Muay Thai style of boxing and they’ve even worked on Eddie’s Chevelle together. Buck does his best to hide his jealously, but he can’t help pressing his best friend for more details. He asks Eddie when he plans on seeing Tommy again. Eddie tells him that Tommy has this karaoke/trivia thing he does on Wednesdays and asks Buck what his plans are for that day. Buck perks up and says his schedule is wide open. Eddie asks if he would watch Christopher for him. He would ask Marisol, but she’s already watched Christopher twice already. Yikes! So, a lot to unpack here. First, is Eddie using his girlfriend as childcare? Second, does this mean Buck’s level of importance to Eddie has decreased now that Tommy and Marisol are in the picture. Lastly, is Eddie really that oblivious? I get wanting to have a new friend, especially one who you have a lot in common with, but he knows Buck, or rather he should know Buck, and him saying these things, even though Buck technically asked him for this information, is hurtful for Buck to here. This, I’ve noticed, is a continuing trend of certain characters getting upset whenever Buck does something wrong, but having little to no regard when it comes to his feelings. This isn’t the first time Eddie has done something like this and I have to believe that he really is oblivious because the alternative means that he’s doing these things because he’s trying to get his friend all riled up. Of course, Buck agrees to watch Christopher because of course he’s going to watch Christopher. 

“Is it circled with a heart around it?” – Maddie Buckley, to Evan Buckley. 

A few days later, Buck updates Maddie on Eddie’s new friendship with Tommy. Buck is so jealous of the new friendship that he’s gathering intel from Christopher. Although Buck is being a little bit extra about all of this, a part of me can relate to the emotions he’s feeling. He worries that Tommy has made such an impression on not only Eddie but Christopher in such a short period of time. What I find fascinating is that while Buck is jealous, he harbors no ill-will towards Tommy.  In fact, he agrees with Eddie and Christopher. Tommy is cool. Buck tells his sister that Christopher would not stop talking about Tommy. Maddie wonders if it’s because Buck kept asking him questions about Tommy. Buck mentions that Eddie has a date written down on his calendar and it’s for a weekly pick-up basketball game with Tommy and other first responders. The date is circled. Buck mentions that Eddie has asked him to this before. Maddie reminds Buck that he doesn’t like basketball and he agrees and says that’s why he always tells Eddie ‘no’ but now Eddie is going with Tommy. Chimney hears the tail-end of their conversation and tells Maddie that Tommy flew Eddie to Vegas for a fight in a chopper. Chimney teases Buck by saying that Tommy’s so cool. 

“We have a problem.” – Bobby Nash, to Athena Grant

Back over at the Grant-Nash household, Bobby tells Athena he talked to Michael. Michael is not in Haiti, and he also had no clue Harry had left and come to Los Angeles which means Harry lied to the both of them. Athena wonders why Harry would lie, and Bobby says it’s because the police is looking for him. They showed up to Michael’s house while he was on the phone with Bobby. Bobby tells his wife that Harry got into a fight and assaulted someone. There’s now a warrant out for his arrest due to him fleeing the jurisdiction. Yikes! Poor Athena. You think you know your kids.

“That’s Jeremy. That’s my son, he’s a doctor.” – Dorothy Nelson, to Athena Grant

Maddie receives a call from an older woman named Dorothy Nelson who is reporting an intruder in her home. Maddie instructs her to stay calm and tells her to find a place to hide until the police get there. The woman panics and tells Maddie she has a gun. Maddie tells her that arming herself can only make the situation she’s in more dangerous. Dorothy starts screaming and then we hear a gunshot. 

Athena, Hen, and Chimney arrive on the scene and find a man dead in the Dorothy’s living room. Chimney tends to her and learns she recently sustained a fall in her garden. Athena looks around the room and sees a photo on the mantle above the fireplace. She realizes the man in the photo looks an awful lot like the dead man on the floor. Hen posits Dorothy has face blindness which means she wouldn’t have been able to recognize the guy even if she does know him. This emergency reminds me of a similar one on Lone Star where a kid locked himself in the bathroom because his dad thought he was an intruder.

Athena goes over to Dorothy (played by Meagen Fay) and asks her if she recognizes the man in the photo. She tells Athena that the man in the photo is her son, Jeremy, and he’s a doctor. So, this lady has killed her own son, and the sad part is, she still thinks that it’s an intruder she shot. This is beyond sad, and I felt so bad for her. I also feel bad for Athena who will have to be the one to tell her the truth. Hen asks her if she can imagine looking into her own child’s face and not even recognizing him. Athena says yes she can.

“That’s how they wake you up in jail for sleeping in. Except the water won’t be clean and it probably won’t be water.” Athena Grant, to Harry Grant

Athena returns home and confronts her son. I did not like the way Harry was talking to his mom and I was wondering why Athena didn’t slap him across his lips. Then I realized, she already did this back in season 5 when Harry started mouthing off at her. Athena is extremely patient in this scene while Harry tells her about the incident involving him assaulting a man. The man, in question, is the manager of a convenience store. Apparently this man was following Harry around while he was inside the convenience store and accused Harry of stealing. The man wouldn’t let Harry leave and got aggressive with him which is why Harry hit him. Harry is upset because he believes she is taking law enforcement’s side over his much like he thinks she did when his father was pulled over several seasons ago. Athena reminds him she is a cop, and he counters by reminding her that he is still his mom. He asks her which one is more important to her but says he already knows the answer to that question. 

“Hey, what are you doing on Thursday?” – Evan Buckley, to Howard "Chimney" Han

Over at the 118, Buck is trying his best to get Eddie’s attention, but the latter is too wrapped up in his phone call with Tommy. Buck tries to impress by bench-pressing a lot of weight but he’s clearly struggling with isn’t too believable for me because have you seen Buck? The guy is a tank! Ravi asks him if he needs help and Buck declines. I wish Buck wasn’t so short-sighted because as much as he wants Eddie and Tommy to notice him, I think Ravi wants Buck to notice him. For him, I think, Buck is the cool one. Chimney brings Buck a package addressed to an M. Buckley which I found funny because either Buck doesn’t have his own Amazon Prime account or maybe he shares one with Eddie and didn’t want his friend knowing what he’s ordering. Turns out, the item Buck has ordered is a new basketball. When Buck sees Eddie again, he suggests that they can get a basketball hoop. Eddie barely acknowledges this before returning to his conversation. Yeah, I’m beginning to think Eddie is doing this on purpose. 

“He was shot when he was mistaken as an intruder.” – Athena Grant, to Dorothy Nelson

Athena puts her cutest outfit and goes to see Dorothy Nelson at the hospital. She rips off the Band-Aid and tells Dorothy her son is dead. When Dorothy asks what happens, Athena tells her that he was killed because he was mistaken as an intruder. I like how Athena delivered this news because it wasn’t accusatory. She lets Dorothy figure out the rest and the moment it dawns on her that she is the one who killed Jeremy she is rightfully devastated. Kudos to the actress playing Dorothy Nelson because she really sold this scene for me. This is the most devasting thing I’ve seen on this show since the story back in season 5 where two best friends were struck during the middle of a parade and one of them died. The scene ends and I’m left wondering what will become of this woman. I can’t imagine the pain she’ll have to live with knowing she killed her son. 

“So, I’m your basketball beard. I feel so bonded.” – Howard “Chimney” Han, to Evan Buckley

Buck convinces Chimney to go with him to the pick-up basketball game. Buck pretends to be surprised to see Eddie and Tommy there. Eddie asks Chimney how he managed to talk Buck into playing basketball because every time he asks him, he says ‘no’. Chimney decides to play coy and tells Eddie he has his ways. I love seeing Chimney being supportive of Buck because very soon they are going to be brothers-in-law. The two square off against Eddie and Tommy and the latter are dominating. Buck lets his jealousy get the better of him and trips Eddie up right as he’s about to make a lay-up. We hear something pop as Eddie falls to the ground. Chimney goes into paramedic mode and assesses Eddie’s injury. He thinks Eddie may have a fracture or sprain. Tommy says that Eddie rode with him, so he’ll be the one to take him to urgent care. Eddie gives Buck a hurt look and Buck immediately feels horrible. Tommy lifts Eddie up and takes him away. Chimney looks at Buck and says, “Well you bucked that up, didn’t you?” Geez, I really feel bad for Buck. He is spiraling!

“It seems unjust, but in reality that’s just the way it is.” – Athena Grant, to Harry Grant

With a cooler head, Athena decides to talk to her son. He apologizes for how he spoke to her. He tells her he is not sorry for hitting the convenience store manager. Athena reminds him that he is not only representing himself and their family, but also his community, which means he can’t go around punching people. He tells her that’s a lot of pressure, but she says that’s the reality of the world they live in. She tells him has to be smarter and he asks her if that means he’s not allowed to be angry. Athena tells him it’s okay to be angry because at the end of the day, he’s a human and that’s what humans do – they get angry when they are upset. However, she reminds him that things could have been worst for him. What if the convenience store manager had a gun? Harry asks her what would have been the right thing for him to do in the situation and I like that Athena admits she doesn’t know. At the end of the day, you have to do whatever you have to do to make it home alive. That’s sentiment is so sad to me but as a Black man living in America, in the South to be specific, I totally get it. It’s not fair but it is what it is. 

Athena shows him the footage of what happened at the convenience store. Harry watches as the manager confronts him and even gets aggressive. He also sees himself punch the man. It’s sobering for him to see this video. He says it’s like watching someone else. Athena tells him that everyone has something they’ve done that they aren’t proud of (you hear that Buck?) but the true test of character is being able to face the consequences of one’s actions. Harry tells her he doesn’t know what to do and she tells him they’ll figure it out together. Whatever happens, she will be right there with him because he is her son, and she loves him no matter what.

“I’m not a fourteen-year-old girl.” – Evan Buckley, to Maddie Buckley. 

Buck brings Maddie lunch at the dispatch center and catches her up on what happened with Eddie.  She asks Buck how Eddie is feeling, and he tells her he doesn’t know because he hasn’t talked to him. Maddie is surprised to hear this considering Buck and Eddie are so close. Buck tells her he doesn’t think Eddie wants to hear from him since he’s the one who hurt him. Maddie says it’s an accident, but Buck tells her he was pissed about Eddie and Tommy hanging out so much that he allowed his jealousy to get the better of him. He’s the reason why Eddie got injured. Buck says he was only trying to get his attention. Maddie tells him that is not the way to get someone’s attention. When I first watched this scene, I thought Maddie was going a little overboard with her disapproval of what Buck did. Then I realized, violence is how her husband Doug would get her attention back when they were married. Buck tells her he feels awful for what he did to Eddie, and she tells him not to do it again. 

She admits she knows how he feels because she had a similar situation with her best friend growing up. Her friend became friends with another girl and Maddie did everything she could, including dyeing her hair blonde and attempting to change her name, to get her friend to notice her. It never occurred to her that she could have still been friends with her friend even if her friend was friends with someone else. Maybe they could have all been friends. But Maddie was too jealous to realize this. The situation made her look desperate, and she would’ve been better off just explaining to her friend how she felt. 

“It’s good to see you Harry.” – Captain Elaine Maynard, to Harry Grant

Athena accompanies Harry to the police station, and they are met by Captain Elaine Maynard (played by Claudia Christian). The captain tells Athena and Harry she spoke with the Miami Dade Police Department, and they have no interest in extraditing for a misdemeanor assault. However, both jurisdictions recommended Harry remain in Los Angeles with Athena and complete 100 hours of community service. Harry is surprised he isn’t going to jail but Athena makes it known that him being under her watchful eye will be worse. 

“It’s not like I could ever replace you.” – Tommy Kinard, to Evan Buckley

Now, we’ve finally made it to my favorite scene of the episode. We head over to Buck’s loft. There’s a knock at the door and when he goes to check, he finds Tommy on his doorstep. Tommy asks if they can talk, and Buck invites himself inside. I love the subtle detail of Tommy being in awe of Buck’s loft. Buck offers him a drink and reminds him that he owes him a beer. Tommy declines and says he won’t be staying long. He tells Buck he wants to clear the air between the two of them and he didn’t want to do so over the phone or through a text message. Tommy calls him Evan and says it was never his intention to cause any bad blood between him and Eddie. Buck assures him there’s no bad blood and owns up to his bad behavior. He tells him that he and Eddie make perfect sense as friends. Tommy agrees and reminds Buck that Eddie can have more than one friend. 

Tommy says that he would never be able to replace him. He says that Christopher cannot shut up about Buck. I love the smile on Buck’s face when Tommy says this because it’s a reminder that Buck, seven seasons later, still craves the approval and the acceptance of those around him. Even Christopher. Buck asks Tommy if Eddie is mad at him. Tommy tells him Eddie is not mad at him. If anything, he feels bad (they both do) for excluding Buck. He tells Buck that he and Eddie hanging out was never about Buck, but Buck says that’s the problem. He admits he can get pretty jealous. I’m so proud of Buck for just owning everything in this scene. Lisa Rinna would be proud. 

Tommy admits that Buck isn’t the only one who’s been jealous. Buck is surprised to hear this. Tommy explains that he’s jealous of what’s become of the 118. When we were first introduced to Tommy, it was back during the ‘Begin’ episodes for Hen, Chimney, and Bobby. The 118 didn’t use to be the family it is now. In fact, the previous captain went out of his way to cultivate a highly toxic environment and it’s because of Chimney, Hen, and Bobby that the team is what it is today. It’s the reason why Buck and Eddie and Ravi were able to be accepted right away without having to be hazed by the other firefighters. Tommy admits he wishes he were a part of what the 118 has become and Buck reminds him that he is. He reminds Tommy of how he made fake mouth static at the fire chief during their daring mission to save Bobby and Athena. Tommy says he’s renowned for his fake mouth static, but Buck says it wasn’t very convincing. The banter between these two men is so cute I could actually explode. Buck tempers his teasing by reminding Tommy that he was willing to put his job on the line to help the rest of them out. That was the moment Buck realized that Tommy was cool and that he liked him. He tells Tommy that’s the reason he called him for the tour. It’s not because he’s thinking about leaving the 118; it’s because he wanted to get to know him. It’s Tommy’s turn to be surprised. Buck says things took a turn when Eddie arrive, but he understands why Tommy wants to hang with Eddie. It was so cute the way Buck gushes about how great Eddie is that he’s known Eddie is great since the first day he worked with him. Aww! At this point, I’m literally yelling at my TV.

“That was better than fake mouth static.” – Evan Buckley, to Tommy Kinard

The flirting is turned up to level 100 when Buck tells Tommy it’s his attention he’s been trying to get and frankly he’s exhausted. Again, Tommy is surprised to hear this. Buck reminds him that he maimed his best friend, and that Maddie told him there are better ways to get someone’s attention. Before Buck can even finish the statement, Tommy leans in and kisses him. There’s a brief hesitation in Buck, most likely because he is shocked, the Buck starts to kiss him back. This moment was beyond shocking to me and even now, three days later, I still have to watch the clip to remind myself that Tommy kissed Buck and Buck definitely kissed him back. I spent years thinking something like this would never happen and I’ve gone back and forth with Buddie shippers online telling them that Buck or Eddie coming out as anything other than straight was an impossibility. Yeah, maybe that was the case when 9-1-1 was on FOX but this is a new network baby and ABC said, let them boys kiss! And yes, it’s not Eddie and Buck that are kissing but in my opinion, this is an even better direction for the characters to go in. I’ve always believed that if either character were to come out as queer, it would be Buck. We’ve only seen Buck in relationships with women, but he’s always struck me as someone who is open to whatever experiences come his way. Perhaps this explains why he's always had difficulty in the relationships he’s pursued on the show. Eddie, on the other hand, is a lot more reserved than Buck and the writers are going to have to put in work to convince me he is anything other than a heterosexual man. I’m not saying it’s out the realm of possibility, but I think the writers did a good job getting us where we are now, and they’ll need to do the same for Eddie in the future should that be the direction they want to go in for that character. Also. bringing Tommy into the equation is a brilliant move on their part because rewatching those ‘Begin’ episodes, there are insinuations there that he may be gay or bisexual. 

Okay, back to the scene. The way Tommy is looking at Buck gives me all the feels. The way he’s looking at Buck tells me that if he didn’t have to leave for his shift, they would be going at it on Buck’s new sofa. I’m so happy this isn’t just a one-sided interest. After the kiss, Tommy asks Buck if he’s okay with the moment they just shared. Buck is looking every bit of the bewildered that’s a part of the title of this episode. He tells Tommy that the kiss was better than his fake mouth static. Tommy tells him he has a shift, but he wants to take Buck out on a proper date. Buck tells him he’s free and man is that statement layered. Free to go out. Free to be who he wants to be. Free to kiss anyone he wants to kiss. Tommy tells Buck he will come around on Saturday at eight to pick him up. Tommy goes to leave but before opens the door, he tells Buck to call Eddie. We end the scene with Buck looking the happiest he’s looked in a long time. 

This episode is hands down one of the best of the series and that’s just not recency bias. I feel that way about all the episodes we’ve gotten this season. 9-1-1 is firing on all cylinders at this point and things feel fresh and new again. The plot with Athena and Harry was perplexing at first but then I grew to like it by the end. I like that the show reminds us that Athena being a Black woman and a cop is controversial, especially in today’s climate, and I like that her kids aren’t afraid to call her out. I love seeing Athena reckon with both identities and how they relate to each other. I especially loved her conversation with Harry because it’s very reminiscent of conversations I’ve had with my own mom. Her telling Harry that it’s unfair that he has to always be on his best behavior but necessary rang so true to me. Athena has always known this, even before she had kids, yet she chooses to continue to work within a system that reinforces this kind of thinking. 

The storyline with Buck was also fun. It was a nice balance to the sadness of the story with the woman killing her son on accident. I like how Buck is never afraid to be vulnerable, even if it’s to his detriment. I hope we get a conversation between him and Eddie next episode because I love their friendship and I don’t want it to ever change, and something tells me Buck is going to lean heavy on his friendship with Eddie now that he might be dating Tommy. And I hope that Eddie continues to be supportive of his friend when he finds out the truth about his sexuality. I don’t think Eddie would have a problem with it. After all, Hen is an out and proud lesbian, and we also have Josh who is gay. I do know that some people do question the legitimacy of bisexual people but again, I don’t think Eddie will have a problem with whatever Buck labels himself as. Maybe we’ll even get a double date between Eddie, Marisol, Buck, and Tommy. That would be fun.

Lastly, I wanted to talk about Buck and Tommy. I think the show did a great job getting us to the moment where they shared a kiss this episode. As I mentioned earlier, I have seen this episode quite a few times and I’ve watched the scenes involving Buck and Tommy more than that. If you watch the scene where Buck is visiting Tommy, there’s so many little looks the two are giving each other. I think at that point that Buck is only infatuated but Tommy is clearly interested. Also, if you go back to the previous episode, at the end once everyone has been rescued, there’s a look Buck gives when he is telling Tommy goodbye. I love things like that and it’s proof to me that this isn’t just gaybaiting or queerbaiting. This is the show telling us that one of their beloved characters is queer and they have taken special care with letting us know that. I love how Oliver Stark and Lou Ferrigno Jr. are invested in this story. In fact, the cast is supportive of Buck going in this direction. I’m so happy that the fans have this moment. It’s been so fun engaging with people online about this episode and while there are viewers who have and will balk at Buck being a queer character, I say screw those people. If a character’s sexuality can make you that upset, you clearly haven’t been watching the show and you’re not a fan.

Okay, this reaction has gone on way too long. I’ll say it one last time. I’m so happy Buck is bi!!!! I can’t wait to see what happens next! Until next time …

[quinloki]

Sir Crocodile - Bitter

Requestor: @thecrimsonacademic Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB they/them CW: Injury, recovery, amnesia, angst, manipulation, self-deprecation, the request was for me to go all out, and I poured a lot into this.

“Get back!” You roar, haki and emotions flaring, pushing Crocodile back despite his desires. “You bastard!” You growl, still moving away from him, pulling off one high heel and then the other.

You were dressed in silk and pearls, elegant and extravagant, the worth of a small island tied up in the diamonds that glittered against your neck. They were heavy and choking right now, you were sick that you had accepted the gifts with a smile on your face and need in your heart.

You rip the precious stones from your neck, the hot sting of skin ripping against the white gold doesn’t even make you flinch, bare feet against the pavement. The words echo in your mind, the accusation from the young man was soaked in truth and facts.

You’d taken Crocodile’s word all this time, but you couldn’t refute his cruelty in the face of the young man’s words. Couldn’t refute your part in it.

But no more.

“I should’ve known,” tears sting your eyes and your body shakes as you glare at him, keeping distance between you however you can. “I warmed your bed through it all, and I should’ve known.”

“It is unfortunate,” he replies, golden amber eyes narrowed dangerously. He was furious, not only at you, but at the fact that you had learned the truth. “Let us talk about this back home.”

You laugh, it’s full of anger and disbelief, “Big bad Sir Crocodile,” you spit. “Can’t have the news coos seeing you’ve lost control of your trophy whore, huh?” You pull the ring free from your finger and throw it at him. It thumps against his chest before he catches it easily. “You used me.”

“… Perhaps.” He nearly bites the word off. “Come back here and-.” He grunts as you push back again, anger and haki flaring in equal measure. If you keep this up you’re going to exhaust yourself, but you can’t risk going easy on him.

He’s not the Desert King for nothing.

“I can’t believe I bought so many lies!” You rage at no one in particular. There’s no crowd gathering, none would dare. A spat between the King and his Queen was an event no one wanted to witness. “For the small price of my soul.” You grunt, body tense, muscles searing with the strain of haki and your own emotions.

“To love as a lie as well,” you shake your head, feeling your heart twist.

“My love-.”

“DON’T YOU DARE!” You bellow, his words shattered by your anger more than your haki. Despite your waning strength he stands still in the face of your words, giving you more space as you continue to back away.

You use the buffer to collect yourself, keeping a lookout for Daz Bonez, knowing he’d do whatever was necessary to force you into the limo at this point. He’s almost more of a danger to you than Crocodile, since he doesn’t have any love for you like his boss does.

“I’m not going to just fold to your will and-.” Bright lights fill your eyes, a frantic horn nearly drowns out all other sound, but you can hear your voice like fire and ice from his lips.

The impact shatters the final sputtering remnants of your neglected haki, and your world goes dark.

A terrible flood of pain shuts your body down and your mind swims in and out of memories that danced, sweet and sorrowful, along the edges of your consciousness. Muffled sounds and incoherent questions assail you, but nothing prompts you to react.

Exhaustion eats at your marrow, and anger gives way to dull aches and nauseating throbs. On some level you know you’re alive, you think, because being dead wouldn’t hurt so much.

Time comes and goes in fits. Darkness prevails for long stretches, and muttered voices that are too far away to be understood speak hastily against a steady beep. The stench of cleanliness burns your nose, and the scent of something familiar eases your soul.

Warm. Warm and soft, like hints of citrus mixed with sugar and spirits. Fine like sand, shifting against your feet as you walk along a beach, the scent of the ocean lost to the cigar between his-.

Your eyes open slowly, and the world around you comes into focus for the first time in however long. Hours, days, years, for all you knew you had been out for so long as to be reborn, but your body protests as your fingers twitch.

A warmth against your skin catches your attention, and a large hand carefully, and slowly, moves over your hand, holding your fingers delicately in his.

Golden eyes find yours, and you close your eyes against the intensity of emotions in them for a moment. You don’t feel fear, but the relief is almost too much to accept right now.

“Where?” You question softly, voice heavy, dry and cracked like desolate earth. You try to swallow and wince from the feeling of needles in your throat.

“Home.” He answers, voice full of authority, relief, and satin. He brings over a cup of water with a straw in it, gloved hand holding it steady for you. “Small sips.”

You nod a little, taking a few small drops of water and feeling relief wash through your mouth.

“How?” You grimace against a pain that tears through your head, fingers curling around his, holding on tightly for a moment until it passes.

“An accident.” He answers. “Don’t stress about the details right now, just rest and recover.”

You shake your head a little. “How… long?” You manage. He’s not wrong about the resting part, you can feel exhaustion starting to take you and you’ve only been conscious for a few minutes at most.

“Almost two weeks. You were in surgery for twenty hours, and at the hospital in recovery for ten days after that.” He explains, eyes shivering with emotions as he recounted the passage of time. “Once you stabilized, I brought you home. We converted the first floor den, in case you needed to be taken back to the hospital unexpectedly, but you’ve been steadily continuing to recover.”

Knowledge brings relief, and relief brings sleep, and you slip back into slumber with those last few words. You could feel warmth against your fingers, and the soft scent of smoke and citrus cradled you as you slept.

Over the next couple of days you slept like you were more cat than human, waking up long enough to drink some water, maybe some broth, sitting up eventually and having gelatin, only to go back to sleep immediately after. Slowly your ability to stay awake improved.

Your food became more solid, and you had short walks around the manor.

Memories danced down the halls, and shifted quietly through the courtyard, but it was hard to hold onto any of them. They clawed at your heart in desperation and twisted your stomach, but you weren’t sure if it was the memories themselves or the guilt of having forgotten.

All you knew for certain was that you were calmer when he was nearby.

The scent that followed him brought you comfort. The sound of his voice soothed your heart and you found reprieve from your turmoil in the quiet sounds of his existence. Comfort was yours to be had in abundance, since he was rarely ever far from your side.

Work kept him busy, but the more you recovered, the more you saw of him, to the point of you voicing concern about his responsibilities. He assured you that his empire wouldn’t collapse if he stepped away a little more often than usual.

Bejeweled fingers slipped gently against your cheek, golden amber eyes warm and content as they comforted you.

“Nearly losing you has caused me to… prioritize certain things, my love.” He insists, bringing your hand to his lips, bending low so you didn’t need to reach far.

You hadn’t been able to remember being in a relationship with him, and he’d given you space because of it. Just recently he’d slipped into referring to you with sweet titles, and warm names. You didn’t stop him, even before this point you’d understood on some level that he was important to you.

His very existence warmed your heart.

“I…” You pause a little, heat rushing through your body. “I would like you to kiss me.” You manage to say the damnably embarrassing words, eyes flicking up to his, before you look away. The surprise on his face was nearly adorable, and you didn’t want to let him know.

Warm fingers trace a gentle line against your neck, tilting your head up as he leans down. “All your desires are my pleasure to submit to,” he assures you, leaning down closer. “This, perhaps, top among them, desert flower.”

Your breath catches in your throat just before his lips brush against yours. Soft and careful at first, he pulls you in a little more, giving you the opportunity to step back if you so desire. Quiet tears slip down your cheeks as pleasure and love swell in your heart.

That you could ever forget such a sweet love was unforgivable.

[bangtangalicious]

death valley (m) | finale

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jimin x reader, namjoon x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au

wordcount: 7k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. a is for angst baby, slow burn romantic post-argument sex, unprotected sex (bc), rough sex in a limo, coercion, extremely dubious consent but she gets out of it, namjoon is a big boi, manipulative and obsessive themes, choking, toxic relationships, some physical violence/fighting (not oc), drugs/alcohol mentioned, lots of kissing, dirty talk, creampie, heartbreak, betrayal, guns (not used), oral (f rec), jimin eats you out like a king, anxiety, declarations of love, somehow yet unsurprisingly taehyung is still really hot, yn jumps out of a car but shes ok, twists and turns ;) happy? ending - please read with caution!!! unedited

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Taehyung rolled a chess pawn in the palm of his hand. His eyes locked on the game board where two knights stood at the crossroads of his queen. The timer clicked softly in the background, but all Taehyung could hear was his heart beating loudly through his head. A weight dragging down his heart.

So this was guilt.

Taehyung never wasted time with such feelings. Caring for others had never come naturally to him. It was why he was so brilliant at what he did. He had engineered a façade to win your trust early on. In a sea of unhinged men, he meant to be a diamond in the rough. He was ever so sweet to you. Caring, even. Everything was intentional. Every move. Every lie.

Taehyung never wanted you to die. He couldn’t stomach it. Leaving you in the fire was intentional. He knew Namjoon was following you around like the creep he is. He had to see the betrayal in your eyes. He had to make you feel as bad as he felt. He had to do something that would make you want to kill him on sight. He needed to cut you off for good.

Now that he had, the thought of you hating him kept him up at night. He felt guilty.  

Why do you care? Taehyung’s feelings for you—he wasn’t sure what they were. The moment you lost faith in him, he seemed to shatter. He wanted you to trust him. He yearned for your approval like never before. Would it have been so wrong to take you and run away? To keep you for himself, far from the chaos of this place?

He shook his head. Blinking at the chessboard a moment longer he began to smile. Giggle. Before he was laughing wildly. He slammed the table to the side, watching all the pieces scatter onto the marble floors. 

It was unfair. It was so fucking unfair. Taehyung would have worshipped you. You were a goddess in his eyes. He shook his head. It was none of his business anymore. What you did—who you chose to be with. He had betrayed you. Lied to you since the moment the two of you met. The conflicting thoughts in his head racing a mile a minute—making him queasy with anticipation.

Just leave it alone. Do what you came here for.

Except he couldn’t. He couldn't sit idly by and watch you make a huge mistake. To be with someone who wouldn't allow you to be the amazing woman you were. Someone who only saw you as a prize. He needed you to leave him, to leave Death Valley—but wanted you to be happy.

Sighing, Taehyung reached for his phone. He was doing this for you. He would have done anything for you—but knew in his heart that his would be his last move.

Check and mate. He was done with you after this.

He tasted the remnants of your name on his lips before sending a final message.

You’d never forgive him. But at least you would be safe. 

The clock ticking could barely hide the tension in the room. Jimin couldn’t even hear it, his ears filled with his racing heart. His lungs constricted—he could hardly breathe with how angry he was. Gripping the steel handles of his chair so tight, his knuckles were going white.

But he didn’t dare say a word. Because he had been in the business long enough to know when someone was plotting against him. Namjoon was naïve. Tacky, even. The desperation of his actions would have been amusing if it wasn’t for your pliable willingness to participate.

He couldn’t look at you. You were by his side, sitting with your hand on his arm. It was too painful—because you were cold. You were back to playing with his heart and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“It’s just a PR stunt” Hobi had led them inside the label to a conference room. After a long sip of his coffee he spoke again. “They both agreed to it. Imagine the fucking ticket sales for your concert now”

Tugging at his sleeve, you leaned towards him.  “I’m sorry baby, it’s not real though I promise.”

Jimin scoffed, turning his head. He knew you better than you thought and could see through your lies. What he couldn’t figure out was why? Why would you agree to something so rash and impulsive?

“This will also help us push down news about Yoongi’s death”

Jimin finally locked his gaze with yours. So that’s it, isn’t it. He truly hadn’t known until Jungkook told him. Was that why you were mad? Did you think he was behind this? This had Namjoon written all over it.

He turned to the bastard, who looked far too pleased with all this for his liking. Namjoon had been a pain in his ass from the day they had met. Fights, to tailing Y/n around every damn second, he couldn’t shake the creep and was getting fed up.

“What the hell did you tell her?”

Namjoon grinned. Leaning back, he ran his fingers through his hair. His newfound confidence was nauseating to Jimin—knowing that it was being fueled by you. “You know, I never really got what people see in you. You don’t even care about music. Your fans. Any of it. You don’t deserve any of it, and you definitely don’t deserve Y/n you crazy prick”

Jimin laughed bitterly, ticking his jaw. “Who the hell even are you? You’re nobody.”

“I’m the guy who just fucked your girlfriend a few minutes ago, let’s start there”

The tug on Namjoon’s lips sent Jimin off the edge. He lunged across the table, fists swinging but Jungkook jumped up to hold him back.

“Namjoon” You muttered sternly, but Jimin was not oblivious to the way you blushed. He scoffed. You had shattered his heart. In front of millions.

“Why?” His voice was quiet, holding your cheek into his palm when really he wanted to grip your throat and squeeze until you couldn’t breathe. “We don’t need this, I don’t care about ticket sales or breaking records anymore—all I want is you”

You sighed, “It’s not about you baby, I wanted to help Namjoon out a little too. It’s his first concert”

Jimin pouted, folding his arms over his chest. “Y/n, I hope you know that I trust you, but Namjoon clearly has an ulterior motive with you. You do see that, right?”

You scoffed, mumbling to yourself.

Jimin raised his eyebrows. “Is there something you want to say to me, Y/n?”

You shook your head. Your gaze was frigid. Everything about you was. He hated it. He wanted to fight, because at least then you would react to him. At least then he would know you cared enough to tell him what was on your mind.

Reaching for your hands, he brought your fingers to his lips, lightly brushing kisses against each one. He knew you liked it when he was soft with you. He needed to remind you who he was. Who he was to you.

“Listen baby,” He spoke softly, twirling your fingers with his, “Jungkook told me what happened to Yoongi” He pressed his lips to the palm of your hand. “I’m so sorry. And I can’t image what you’re going through right now. I know you cared about him”

You stared at him with disbelief, “I loved him, Jimin”

His heart sank. Fingers constricting around your wrist. A part of him wanted to toss a chair across the wall. Maybe pull out a gun and shoot Namjoon in the head.

He exhaled. He couldn’t lose you. Not after everything the two of you had been through. Jimin changed for you. You made him want to be better everyday. You taught him that there was more to life, and all he wanted was to go chase it with you by his side.

He could tell you were taunting him. Trying to get him to snap so you would have any excuse to go running to Namjoon, but he wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction. He was going to prove himself to you.

“I know.” He looked into your eyes. Searching them. Trying to convey his sincerity when he said, “If you want to talk about it—about him, I’m here for you”

You smiled. Fake. He hadn’t gotten through. He sighed in defeat, backing into himself. Jungkook cleared his throat. Jimin had forgotten they weren’t alone.

“Y/n, do you want me to drive you home?” Jungkook briefly looked at Jimin, indicating an understanding.

Namjoon stood up as you did, eagerly waving you goodbye. Jimin could have vomited, but stared aimlessly at the wall instead.

Your head was spinning. Dizzy trying to count the lies tossed around so easily minutes ago. You were grateful Jungkook offered you an out. Being around Jimin was too complicated. You needed to stay focused.

“Your acting skills have improved” Jungkook’s voice was amused, breaking the still silence surrounding you.

You grinned. Jungkook met your eyes in the rearview mirror and chuckled. “My god, Y/n what the fuck are you up to now?”

Licking your lips, you turned to face him. “Have you ever trusted someone so much, that even when the truth is staring right in front of you, you simply can’t see it?”

“You talking about Yoongi?”

“I’m talking about you” You pulled out a gun—something you had managed to snatch from Namjoon during sex. “Pull over and get out of the car”

The shock in Jungkook’s face was priceless. You finally sympathized with whatever sadistic kick Jin used to get out of tricking others. Jungkook quickly stopped the car, stepping outside with his hands in the air.

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice was shaky, “Whatever this is, is a misunderstanding. You’re still messed up over Yoongi and I get that—but” He dropped to his knees, “J-just drop the gun and talk to me”

The thing was—you no longer had anything to say. You were rightfully fed up with the lies. Not only was Namjoon clearly lying to your face, but moments after you received a message from Taehyung.

Taehyung. The emotional haze over Yoongi and Jimin had almost made you forget—that the puppet master still lived, and more than likely, was still pulling the strings. You were willing to bet Taehyung killed Yoongi. It was so perfect. His whole plan had been perfect from the start and you were burning to look him in the eye one more time just to beat him at his own game.

Of course it had to be Taehyung. Taehyung killed Jin—and almost killed you. He had been the mastermind. The king. And like an idiot you trusted him. You really, truly trusted him.

You trusted he would never hurt you.

Your mind whirred. Reason escaping you completely you began to question everyone you had been around. Everyone always told you Jungkook was a liar. Good for nothing. Controlled by the highest bidder.

Well, the highest bidder was no longer Yoongi. If Taehyung killed Yoongi, Jungkook was probably balls deep in his pocket too.

“I’m gonna ask you once. Slowly” You gritted through your teeth, “Who killed Yoongi?”

“Y/n—I don’t know. Okay, I texted you when I found out from Joon. Why would I kill Yoongi, huh?”

“Never said you did. I’m asking if you know” You shook your head. You didn’t have time for his evasive answers. You clicked off the safety, making Jungkook tremble.

“Y/n what the hell, I’m on your side alright?”

“When I told you Taehyung was alive—you didn’t really react much. Did you know it was fake the whole time? Have you been helping him?”

“Y/n—if you’re asking if I will work for Taehyung now that Yoongi is dead” He exhaled, “Then yeah, I will. That’s what I fucking do, Y/n. Not all of us have popstar boyfriends who can take care of their every need. I gotta make my living and this is how I fucking do it. But you asked me to find Jimin even when Taehyung had kidnapped him and I did. I brought him to you. Taehyung isn’t after you. He just wants you to stay away from him. He would never hurt you, Y/n. And if I haven’t made it clear yet—neither would I”

“Oh you’re defending him now?” You raised your eyebrows.

“No—I just—Y/n just leave it alone. You have more pressing issues than Taehyung right now, trust me” You scoffed.

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook gulped. “I don’t know who killed Yoongi, honest. Namjoon was the last person I know who even saw him” He paused. “I’ve known Namjoon for a long time Y/n. I wouldn’t put it past him to be behind this.”

You shook your head. There was no way. Namjoon would never kill someone, let alone someone you cared about.

You’d had enough.

“Tell Taehyung I’m coming for him. He’s not getting away with this”

Driving Jimin’s car. You had forgotten the delirious high of stepping on that pedal and zooming through the highway without a care in the world. Nostalgia panged in your heart as you recalled simpler times, when you were hooking up with Jimin—and not being hunted down by a ruthless gangster.

You arrived at Jimin’s apartment, unsure if he himself was there.

He wasn’t.

You knew he would be mad. You truly had appreciated his effort to stay calm in such a situation. You felt bad for the way you acted but you needed Hobi and Namjoon to think you were against Jimin. After all, Taehyung was always watching.

Tearing off your clothes you ran into his room, ready to surprise him and hopefully, convince him not to let out his anger at you. Jimin arrived a few hours later. You heard his offbeat steps. He’s drunk. Quickly you grabbed one of his shirts, threw it on before meeting him in the kitchen. His eyes widened upon seeing you.

“Y/n—” His voice was soft. Slurred. Eyes shot red—you were unsure if he was even truly conscious.

“Sshh” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your lips to his neck. “I’m so sorry baby. Let’s get you to bed. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.”

You felt something cold against your skin. Tears. Your heart dopped into a pit. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me” He mumbled into your skin. Carefully, you led Jimin into the bed, slipping under the sheets next to him. You held him close to your chest, hoping that the beat of your heart might give him some solace.

Jungkook’s words echoed in your mind: You have more pressing issues than Taehyung right now. You thought back to the previous day. How Namjoon had so easily convinced you to give up on the man who clearly adored you? He baited you. Swung the news of Yoongi’s death in your face all too conveniently. Was Namjoon working for Taehyung too? The two men hardly ever interacted. But you were cross examining everything you ever thought you believed. The only truth you could hold onto now, was Jimin.

Jimin had no reason to lie. No reason to kill Yoongi because you had already chosen Jimin. Whoever killed Yoongi needed a good enough motive. Taehyung had motive—he wanted Death Valley to himself. There wasn’t anyone else unless…

Your eyes fluttered shut.

It must have been the middle of the night. You felt Jimin stir next to you. Cautiously you let your eyes flutter open.

Jimin jumped up, gasping for air suddenly. He was breathing heavily, a cold sweat breaking out all over him. You quickly brought a glass of water to him, guiding it to his lips. Stroking his back, you calmed him down until he was able to look you in the eye.

“Get the fuck out of my house” His voice came out broken. As though he had been yelling into a void for hours and no longer had any fight left in him. When you didn’t move, he pushed you away. “Did you hear me? I said get out.”

The frightening part was that he wasn’t raising his voice. Anger laced each syllable that left his quivering lips. A sense of desperation swept over you—he had to hear you out.

“Jimin—baby, I’m sorry, okay I was faking it” Jimin leaped out of the bed, the glass of water spilling across the bed. His fists were clenched tight. Jaw locked, eyes glaring.

“I don’t care why you did it, Y/n. You promised me you would come straight home from work. You didn’t. I come and find that you publicly agreed to marry someone else?” He huffed, kneeling to shuffle through his drawers. He found his pill bottle, twisting the cap off and dropping a few tablets into his palm. You went over to him, grabbing his wrist before he could take them.

“Why do you think I made such a fuss about you leaving? I don’t want to suffocate you Y/n. I don’t want to hold you back but fuck can you blame me for being scared? I swear one day you’re saying you love me the next you’re off with Yoongi or making out with Namjoon. I love you—and I think you love me too. If you’re planning something tell me. You keep hurting me Y/n—you keep making me miserable by breaking my heart” Looking you dead in the eye, he tossed the pills into his mouth, gulping them down.

“Jimin. I know you didn’t kill Yoongi. Namjoon thinks you did, and I admit, for a moment I believed him. But then I got thinking, and I realized it had to be Taehyung” You let go of his hand, only for Jimin to sat back down on the bed, head hanging over in defeat.

“And in all that time you had to think you couldn’t bother to give me a fucking phone call?” Jimin gritted through his teeth. You knew he was right. You had been acting out for some time now—and the fact of the matter was: you were overwhelmed.

Jimin watched your conflicted face. So much had happened. You had never taken a second to truly reflect. Realizing you loved Yoongi despite his obsessiveness. Finding out what he had done to you. First you thought Jimin had died at the hands of Yoongi—then Yoongi at the hands of Jimin, all while Namjoon had been pining for you, and you faced the biggest betrayal when Taehyung left you to die in the fire.

“I can’t do this” Your voice barely above a whisper, you quickly began to gran your things. You needed to be alone. You needed to think. You dashed for the door but Jimin was faster. He blocked you with his arm, cornering you against the door.

“You’re not leaving”

“You literally told me to get out” You screamed. It didn’t matter than he hadn’t raised his voice. It didn’t matter than he was only inches away from you.

“You do not speak to me like that” Jimin whispered. His eyes bore holes into yours. You shuddered under his gaze. “Do you understand?”

You nodded.

Jimin hissed, fingers cupping your jaw. Tilting your face towards his. “Words”

“Yes”

His gaze shifted. You recognized it right away. The predatory, lustful gaze whenever he wanted you. Pupils turning dark. Laser sharp.

“Let me in” He whispered against your cheek. His breath tingling against the heat rising to your face. “Let me in to that twisted little head of yours”

You kissed him.

With a slight turn of your head your lips were on his. Familiar. Comforting. Yet ablaze with the same carnal desire as when you first met him. It was exhaustion and relief. It was pain and sadness. It was you and him. Nothing so imperfect, so uniquely flawed had ever made more sense to you.

“I love you” Your lungs had no air—but the words were easy to say. In a sea of lies maybe this was the only truth you needed. Gasping you jumped up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips—arms around his neck. He was warm. Melting you down. Inhibitions released.

He was being gentle. You may have wanted him to be rough but it wasn’t what you needed right now. He carefully carried you back into the kitchen, setting you on the countertop. Shelved between your thighs he gripped your hips, rocking to a slow rhythm, your bodies pressed up tight.

His fingers trailed over you, until his hands found your face. Cupping your cheeks he kissed you more intensely. His lips were so soft. Incredibly sweet. Everything else seemed to disappear.

He backed away, catching his breath. When his eyes fluttered open, you could appreciate again how beautiful this man was.

“You drive me crazy Y/n” He blinked at you, pressing his forehead to yours. You grinned—to which he lifted you back up as you squealed, giggling as he swung you around. Pressing your back against he wall he held you steady on his thigh, fingers finding your aching core. Gazing into you, he watched as you squirmed under his touch. Your pussy clenching as he rubbed tight circles against your clit. He was beyond turned on, seeing the way your eyes rolled back as he touched you. The way your lips parted and you fingers dug into his flesh.

“Shit you’re so fucking hot” He let you land on your feet before dropping to his knees. You stared down at him in shock, hand weaving through his hair as he peeled off your panties. He pressed his nose to your pelvis, breathing you in deeply. You blushed, thighs trembling as his tongue found your clit, licking soft kittenish striped around the sensitive flesh.

Heat burned through you—twitching through your veins. Your heart pounded, nails scraping against his scalp—tugging at his hair. “F-fuck, baby” You moaned—his hands pushing your thighs apart.

“You taste so good baby” His deep voice vibrated through you. You sighed, missing his warmth suddenly. Pulling him back up you pulled him in for another kiss—tasting yourself on his wet lips. Your tongue sliding over his. Moans passing softly between the little space between you two.

“Want you inside me” You felt him smirk under your lips, heart skipping a beat.

“Yeah?” He breathed into you, cocky, teasing—edging you on. “Of course you do” His hands slid to your ass, roughly grabbing a handful before spanking you lightly. He rolled his hips into you, bulge pressed against your clit. The friction was amazing, but you wanted him to fill you up. You needed him deep inside. Needed to feel closer.

Your fingers tugged at his waistband, and Jimin simply chuckled as you pulled down his pants. Not missing a beat he hooked your leg over his elbow, kissing your ankles—down your calf, before finding your lips again. His other hand tugged at his cock, lining it up with you—grinning when he felt your weat heat suck in his tip so eagerly.

“You’re dripping for me angel” He whispered. You blushed, quivering as he sank a little deeper into you. You pulled off your shirt. He bottomed out, staring at your chest.

“Fuck, why are you so perfect?” He groaned, unsure if it was from the pleasure of being inside your tight cunt or your breasts hanging out in front of him, all for him—him only. He pinched your nipples between his fingers, eyes glued to the way you face twitched with pleasure. He loved how you looked when he made you feel good. He never wanted to stop. One hand steadying your leg, he carefully pulled out all the way till the tip—your slick coating him, dripping from him. It was amazing to see, as he entered you again, his breath became shaky. You felt so good, so warm around him. You were the best he’d ever had.

Forearms caging your head, he gently traced the side of your face, dragging out and thrusting back in. It was red—heat—burning desire. He took it slow, but you could feel his desperation in every move. His lips brushed over yours, his taste a whisper away.

You lowered your leg, pushing him away so you could turn around. Quickly discarding his own shirt, he cupped your breasts with his hands before pressing his chest into your back. His fingers leaving sparks across your body as his cock slipped back inside you, the sound of his hips pounding against your ass echoing through the room.

“Fuck” He cursed, kissing the nape of your neck before grabbing your hair—pushing your face to press up against the wall. Lips on your jaw, moaning your name as he thrusted in and out, like he had no time to lose. You gasped for air. His cock filling you up so good, hitting you right where you liked it. Your legs felt numb, trembling in bliss as he continued to drive into you.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He whispered into your mouth. Your eyes were watering with need. “Oh, poor baby wants to cum so fucking bad doesn’t she?” You nodded weakly, his fingers finding your clit again. Flicking at it.

“Jimin—” Your voice was broken. Lost in pleasure, “Feel—so good, fuck”

He smiled, “Go ahead baby—look at me when you cum. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock”

Your eyes locked. It was want. Need. And everything in between. This was all you’d ever wanted, it had always been him. You weren’t ready when you first met him, and neither was he. You weren’t what he expected, and he was everything except your fantasy.

In it’s own, twisted way, it was love at first sight. Obsession at first sight. Hate—turned into something so beautiful.

“I’m gonna cum, Jimin” You liked that you could say his name. You liked that he would say yours. His eyes softened as he felt you tighten around him. It hit you like lightening—you fell apart in pleasure. It was ecstasy—the high you’d been chasing all along. The high only he could give you. He groaned loudly, spilling into you moment after as you twitched in his hold. You dripped all around him, soaking your thighs.

“I love you, Y/n” He kissed you deeply, panting into you, “I love you so much”

“I love you too, Jimin, always” You assured him—cupping his face, “It’s always gonna be you”

“Talk to me” He gazed at you sincerely, nothing but adoration in his eyes, “Just talk to me, whatever you’re thinking, I wanna know. Okay, I trust you. So please, just trust me too”

You nodded, leaving a final chaste kiss lingering on his lips. “I do. I have one last thing to take care of, and then I promise we can go away. Trust me one last time. I’ll come back to you”

You were never a high heels kind of girl. But there was a lot of press tonight—press expecting you to make an appearance tonight. The stunt had created so much buzz that Hobi specifically hired hair and makeup for you. He allowed Namjoon to pick out your dress—it was black. Tight fitting. Simple. Sleek. Teardrop diamond earrings and a small necklace.

You’d never wear this to a concert. How were you supposed to dance? Let loose. But then you remembered—tonight wasn’t supposed to be fun. Not for you.

You had thought long and hard about what you were going to say to the press waiting early outside. Hobi instructed you to wait for Namjoon before making an entrance. You called Jimin earlier, letting him know where your head was at. He seemed to be supportive of whatever decision you decided to go—as long as you didn’t embarrass him any further.

It had been a while since you had seen Namjoon. He had always been somewhat of an afterthought, and yet you knew you had led him on hopelessly. It was time to come clean. You were unsure how he would take it.

“Wow” Namjoon stood in the doorway of your fitting room. Leaning against the side—he looked breathtaking. Ripped jeans, black tank top—were those earrings? Your eyes widened. You’d never seen him in glam, but admittedly it suited him. His abs protruding through the soft fabric. He looked like a dream.

He looked like Jimin. Back then.

“Why would you want me in heels?” You whined, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, “Please let me change”

He pouted—as he always did, knowing full well you’d never say no to his pretty eyes. “I like knowing you’re dressed for me” You giggled, inviting him inside to sit down.

“God, I want you right now” He looked up at you, hands on your sides, running up and down the silky fabric. Pinching at it. Ready to tear it off of you in a moment. And you knew he could—his biceps flexing, you had almost forgotten how big he was. How strong.

You clicked your tongue, teasing him as you slid his hands off. “You have to get ready for your big night”

Namjoon ran his fingers through his hair, leaning back slightly. “I wanted to talk to you about that actually—can I bring you out on stage? I wrote a new song about you, and was planning to open with it”

You shifted your weight. Clearing your throat in discomfort. You truly had wanted to wait until after the show to talk to Namjoon about your relationship—but this complicated things.

Like a saving grace, Hobi appeared in the doorway. “Your limo is here, let’s go”

You held onto Namjoon’s arm. Taking a deep breath, the two of you stepped outside where cameras were lined up for miles. Lights. Flashing. Your name being called. Shouted. It was dizzying. The limo door was open and Namjoon led you there, allowing you to slide in with ease. The car was gorgeous inside—golden velvet seats, glasses of champagne. So this was the life of a rockstar’s girlfriend.

You were an object. Candy on the arms of someone who mattered.

Namjoon noticed your demeanor change, covering your hand with his. “Like I was saying baby, I really want my fiancée up there with me for my first concert”

The word stuck out like a sore thumb. It made you nauseous to think about. “Namjoon—that wasn’t real” You reminded him cautiously. You couldn’t afford to make him upset, not right now.

Namjoon was taken aback. He looked baffled, hand moving to your wrist. “It was to me. You love me, don’t you?”

Oh God. You paused.

You shouldn’t have paused.

“You love me, don’t you?” He repeated his words. Except his voice was getting loud. The space was getting small. The windows were tainted black. The lights were too dim to see clearly. You licked your lips nervously, carefully trying to pull your hand away from him.

You needed to speak. You had to tell him the truth, but when you looked into his eyes you saw something familiar. Something deranged. Yoongi’s eyes.

“You ungrateful whore” Namjoon’s voice was booming. You’d never heard him yell. Never thought him capable. Your eyes shut, shielding you from his terrifying voice. “Don’t you know everything I’ve done for you? I’m the only one who really knows you—knows what you want. And I became that—look at me Y/n” He grabbed your face, “I am everything you have ever wanted. I’ve been by your side through all of it. I’m the only one who gives you control. I saved you Y/n—I protected you every step of the way. I didn’t know bringing you to Death Valley was putting you in danger but Taehyung promised it would mess with Jimin so I agreed.”

Your eyes flew open. “Wait what?”

“I saved you from the fire Y/n—when Taehyung tried to kill you—it was me! I waited outside of Jimin’s apartment for days, I even tried to break in and get you out. We’ve taken on the world together Y/n. It was always us against them”

Jungkook’s words came back to you again. I wouldn’t put it past him to be behind this.

“You’re saying, you knew Taehyung was behind all of this, from the very beginning? I thought you two had never met”

A panicked look crossed Namjoon’s eyes. He gripped your shoulders, shaking you lightly. “We hadn’t met. Technically”

You rolled your eyes, “Well Namjoon—technically, I didn’t say I loved you. So get the fuck off of me”

He didn’t move, “You can’t be serious Y/n—I’m the reason he hasn’t been able to hurt you. I protected you from him, from Jimin, from Yoo—”

Your phone buzzed. Namjoon tilted his neck in irritation as you clumsily pulled it out. Taehyung? You opened the text—your eyes widened. Namjoon’s eyes narrowed as your breathing came to a sudden halt. Blinking, you put your phone away, meeting Namjoon’s desperate gaze once again.

“Tell them to stop the car”

You could feel him tremble, his nails digging into your flesh. “No”

“It was you. You killed Yoongi—and tried to pin it on Jimin” You shivered in his hold. You couldn’t have another Yoongi in your life. Another man who was willing to shape your environment to have you. To control you. To see you as nothing more than a trophy.

“Yoongi was horrible to you. I did you a favor, baby. I did everything you wanted. You owe me” Namjoon hissed—his hold unwavering. He dove for your lips, roughly snatching them between his. Anguish flooding through his touch. You groaned—unable to move—unable to push him away.

He was so big. His muscular chest pressing against you. His breath hot, mingling with yours. Eyes shut—lost in bliss while yours were wide open. You had never seen more clearly. When had Namjoon become this monster? And had it been your fault all along? Did you do this to him?

As guilt plagued your thoughts, Namjoon took it as an opportunity to go further. Other hand on your thigh, he slipped his fingers under your dress—hooking them around your panties before yanking them both down sharply. The fabric burned against your sensitive skin. But he could care less. His bulge was throbbing, pressed tight against your hole he jerked his hips. The button of his jeans giving a painful relief to your core.

As if awaken from a haze you placed your hands on his chest—attempting to push him away. He smirked at your effort—you couldn’t move him. There was no way. Namjoon was far stronger than you—and you knew that.

With a swift motion of his hand he unbuttoned his pants, allowing his eager cock to spring up. Tugging at it, he looked back into your eyes. You shuddered at what you saw. He was gone. The Namjoon you knew wasn’t in there. He had lost it.

“Wait—” You could barely breathe. The lack of air driving you to a sense of faintness. Weakly you called out his name, hoping you could get to him. Break through to the Namjoon you really knew.

“Don’t fucking act so innocent, Y/n” He hissed, “I know you better than all of them. I know you love this. I know you want to slobber all over my cock, let me bounce you up and down on it until your crying for me. I know you want it to hurt—baby I’ll make it hurt” He tightened his grip. Instinctively your fingers came up to your neck, attempting to pry him off so you could breathe. “I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted don’t you see, Y/n? It’s always been me. By your side from the very beginning. I’ve seen it all. Every step of the way. I love you and you love me it’s been us against the world—don’t you see?” His words were incoherent. You were beginning to lose consciousness. At some point Namjoon slid inside you. Lips parted in pleasure, he thrust into you—tight and hard.

Your eyes threatened to close. Mind going blank as the image of him began spotting. You didn’t know who you were wishing to come save you. You were so tired of being saved. Of needing to be.

Weakly you slid your hand up his chest. Over his neck and cupped his cheek. Kiss me—you tried to speak but nothing came out. Namjoon seemed to get the hint though. He let you go and you gasped for air—a short lived effort when he swallowed your lips once again.

His cock burned inside of you, dragging against your walls your pussy trying to push him out but he heathed himself deeper and deeper. It felt good—you hated that it did. You hated that it was him as his lips slid to your neck, sucking love bites across your shoulders.

You felt claustrophobic. You needed air. You needed space—tears began to build in your eyes. Your free hand searched for your phone—fumbling it in your hands as you dialed the name popping up. You felt the device vibrate, and a wave of relief swept over you. You were not going to surrender.

You still had a little fight left in you.

“You didn’t just kill Yoongi” Your fingers found the back of his head. Namjoon looked up—lips swollen, breathing heavily. Eyes blasted with lust and need. “You became him”

Namjoon growled, shifting you with ease until you were on top of him, holding your neck against the car door. You grinned—reaching for the champagne glass you tosses the liquid in his face.

Reflexive, his hands went to his face, wiping the burning alcohol from his eyes and in that moment you rolled aside, opening the car door. It didn’t matter than your panties were hanging from your ankle. It didn’t matter that your neck was bruised.

The car was driving fast. There was no one else around. You could jump.

Weighing your options in your head, you hear a loud engine some ways in the distance. A motorcycle caught up to the limo—the rider, a bed of jet black wavy hair that you recognized all too well. Eyes closed, you took a moment, Namjoon grabbed for you but you kicked him off.

You jumped.

-

Namjoon arrived at the venue, royally pissed off. You ruined his big night—how could you? Were you really that selfish? He knew Jimin would be there. He was ready to put an end to things once and for all. No gun on him—he wasn’t worried. Jimin was small. Jimin was weak. And not nearly as devoted to you as he was. Not willing to go the extra mile to have you.

Ignoring the cameras who plagued him with questions, he pushed past the crowds and marched backstage. His fists trembling, his heart beating fast—blood pumping adrenaline like never before. He was feral. Ready to kill on sight.

Jimin stood backstage, sitting at a mirror and touching up his own makeup. He noticed Namjoon behind him, eyes rolling slightly.

“Good, you’re here” Jimin said, a mocking tone in his voice. Upon closer look, Namjoon could see that Jimin had been removing his makeup. “Hobi has been informed, but I will not be performing tonight. The stage is all yours, asshole.”

Namjoon grabbed Jimin’s arm, “What?”

Jimin chuckled, “You’re such a fucking idiot. Though I suppose all new stars are” He looked him up and down, “Wow, you’re real original aren’t you? Are those my clothes?”

Namjoon swung a punch. Jimin ducked in time. He was no idiot. He knew he couldn’t fight Namjoon.

Luckily, he wouldn’t have to. He had already won.

“Aren’t you wondering where Y/n is?” Namjoon hissed, pacing around Jimin ready to swing at him again.

“I know where she is, Namjoon. I also know what you did to her. And if it were up to me, I’d shoot your sorry ass into the ground right now” Jimin sighed, “But that’s not what she wants. So go out there, and do what you’ve always dreamed of. Leave me and Y/n alone because I swear to you Namjoon—I might leave but I’m always gonna have eyes on you—and I’ll have you dead in an instant.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah” Namjoon turned to see Hobi, gun in hand. “It is. Do what you were hired to do, Namjoon. Let her go”

Namjoon screamed, falling to the floor. Jimin and Hobi exchanged amused looks.

“We better get some great songs out of this” Hobi muttered to Jimin. He grinned widely.

One year later.

The warm glow of early morning sun rays filtered through the white curtains. Your eyes fluttered open, a sense of bliss washing over you as you processed your surroundings. Outside the ocean glimmered, waves softly scathing over the shore. Children ran across the sand—couples played in the water. You turned back to see the love of your life lying peacefully, tangled in the white sheets. The comforter hanging off of him, his toned back bare and ever so still. You picked up his shirt from the ground, buttoning it up as you walked over to the window.

A package was waiting for you. A black box, tied neatly with a red ribbon—no indication of who it was from, or where. You noticed the window was cracked open a smidge. Carefully you untied the ribbon, sliding the top off the box to reveal its components.

It was a leather jacket. The jacket. Jimin's jacket.

You look outside, searching—unsure what for. You see a camera on the edge of the building across from yours.

You smile.

Setting it aside, you quickly crawl back into bed, wrapping your arms over Jimin’s back, and pressing kisses all over his neck. He hums softly, unwilling to wake up. You nuzzle against him, before allowing your eyes to fall shut once again. Dreams overtaking you.

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a/n: and scene! thank you for reading and for being so incredibly patient! i hope this was satisfying <3 i love you all!!

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Spelled (Descendants x Sanderson Daughter): Red's Rising

“A 5-year graduation reunion?”

“Yes, following the opening ceremony for the upcoming school year. That’s next week.”

Fairy Godmother’s sink in. How has it already been five years? 

“But I didn’t officially graduate,” I reply with an arched brow. “Got run out of school, remember?”

The kind woman smiles and takes my hand. “You’ll be awarded a diploma nonetheless.”

An official education? Sounds fancy. But the past years of studying witchcraft have taught me far more than any textbook could. 

“This means that you can apply to be an official member of the Magic Committee.”

My eyes widen. Five years ago I would have killed to be on the council. To be taken seriously. But time can change one’s perspective.

“With all due respect,” I start slowly. “I think my place in Auradon lies somewhere else rather than discussing politics. Something… independent.”

She nods in understanding, though still saddened at my decision. “Will you be staying for the reunion?”

“Of course.” Now to tackle a different topic. “You mentioned that you have a meeting with Uma?”

Fairy Godmother’s eyes light up. “Oh! Yes! She’s probably on her way now. Um, would you like to stay? She can be a bit… bold.”

I chuckle and stand up from the couch. “Uma’s like that with everyone. I’m sorry but I’ve already promised Ben I would meet with him.”

I give her a final handshake and pass through the room, taking a moment to look at Carlos’ portrait hanging proudly on the wall. He would have been proud to see Auradon’s program come this far. How much everyone’s accomplished. Jane, being the ambitious go-getter she is, became a foreign exchange student in Auradon. Audrey, having found love in planning Mal’s wedding, became a wedding planner. Tiffany’s been working at Miss Muffett’s, Fiona landed her own spot on the Magic Committee, Lonnie is a member of the royal guard, Doug’s the best security technician in the kingdom, and Rosaline appropriately became a hair product saleswoman.

Back in the courtyard, Ben and Mal are waiting. Packed luggage waits next to them.

“Late honeymoon?” I joke.

The beared king laughs. “No, this isn’t a pleasure trip.”

“We’re sailing the Trident Seas for international diplomacy,” Mal says. “Ben says he’s wanted to do it for a long time but our kingdom needed to be dealt with first.

I remember hearing his dreams like it was yesterday. “And you left Uma in charge? Smart choice.”

“Well since FG’s being made the President of Auradon University, Uma will bring order for the time being. We thought about asking you, but…”

“I’m not exactly jumping for joy to boss around kids,” I finish for her. “You read my mind.” I snicker. “I gave up being Royal Advisor ages ago. Honestly, all the politics and rules are starting to bore me. I’ll pass.”

Honk honk!

The familiar limo drives up and Remus pokes his head out. “Time to set sail!”

The couple gives me one final group hug and they both climb in. Before they take off for the harbor Remus gives me a wave.

“Still up for that walk by the Bewitched River?”

A blush colors my cheeks. “Yes, when you get back!” I call as he starts to drive.

“A walk?” Uma taunts from behind.

I groan and turn around to face the aqua-haired VK. “Yes. A walk, nothing more.”

“Sounds like a date,” she smirks. “You deserve a treat, Sparky.”

“Treat? I want a treat!” A voice whines.

Dude comes bounding across the lawn and jumps onto a rock. The sight of the mutt makes me smile. After all these years he’s still got spunk.

“On a different note,” Uma continues. “I’m about to go talk to FG about my plans. I’ve decided to include Wonderland in our student program.”

Wonderland. Hm. I’ve heard rumors but never gone too deep down the rabbit hole. Literally. 

But Uma’s not finished. “And I’d like you to be in charge of magic security.”

My thinking comes to a halt. Magic security? Must be a new position. But why bring me into this? Uma knows I’m not a fan of high authority.

“No one else can? What about Fiona or Bianca?”

Uma pretends to think deeply. “Hm. A snippy fairy, or the most powerful witch in Auradon? It’s an easy choice. I trust you.”

Trust. The word feels refreshing. But the unknown of Wonderland still leaves me uneasy.

“Uma, is this a good idea?”

She takes a deep breath. “Magica. We both know what it’s like to grow up in an unwanted place. I need you to help me make the new student feel welcomed. How do you think she’ll react when she gets here?”

Uma’s right. This girl’s past could potentially mirror my own, or any other VK’s for that matter. 

“I can’t speak for others, but she could very well be scared. Auradon isn’t like Wonderland and she might need help adjusting.”

“Sound familiar?” Uma asks, then gives me a pleading look. “Please.”

Dude nuzzles against my boots, almost giving a sign to say yes.

“You’re right. And if Carlos were here, he’d say the same thing.”

One week flies by and before I know it it’s time to welcome the new students. If only some of the old ones weren’t leaving.

“Will you be returning to Oz?” I ask Evangaline as she hauls her luggage across the courtyard.

My green cousin stops to give me a tight hug.

“Yes. It’s my home. I’d love to explore Auradon more but I’ve been waiting so long to be home.”

“You’ve made wonderful progress at Auradon Prep,” I smile. “Your parents will be proud.”

Evangeline squeezes my hand. “And so will your mom.”

Mother. I do miss her. The spellbook containing my family is still safe at home but the thought of bringing them back has been taunting my conscience for the past year.

“Oh by the way, how’s Willow?”

Hilarious. Another jab from my past. After the whole turning Willow into a plant situation, I reversed the spell and returned her back to normal. In a sputtering mess Willow apologized and seemed to grow a genuine fear of me. I reassured her that there are no more hard feelings. 

“She wrote me last month. Said she’s settled in Charmington.”

“It’s good to hear that not all Sandersons are afraid of letting go of a grudge.” Evangaline finishes packing her luggage into her green car and gives me one last hug. “Goodbye, cousin.”

“Safe travels.”

So off drives another friend. Maybe I can make some new ones- Or rekindle old friendships.

“All set, Remus?” I ask as I approach the red head, who's wearing a spiffy white suit.

“I guess so. Uma’s stationed me near the front gate to inspect the cars.”

Is it wrong to think of how cute he looks in his suit? These past years have allowed my heart to heal from grieving Carlos, but have also allowed for me to detach from the idea of having only one true love. I know deep down that Carlos wouldn’t want me to keep myself stuck on him, so I’ve slowly been moving on. Remus has been nothing but patient and understanding. But has that been through friendship, or something more?

“Excuse me, where do we check in?” A dark-haired girl asks. “I’m Jade, by the way. Jasmine’s daughter.”

“Oh, of course! Right over there.” I point to the forming line.

Goodness, everyone showed up for the opening ceremony. Yzma’s daughter Yanitza, the Madrigals, Sylvia, King Arthur’s heir Adam. I can’t believe all these people have traveled here just to be part of this!

“Magica!” And here comes Lonnie in her new uniform. “Magica, since you’re now the head of magic security I thought I should touch base on a few things. Merida has set a perimeter just in case the Queen of Hearts isn’t so friendly. Where would you like us to escort Queen Anna?”

This all feels too familiar to when I was Royal Advisor. Only this time instead of carrying out Ben’s wishes I’m being asked for my own perspective. It’s starting to grow on me.

“I think the best place would be the tea room, so she won’t be crowded. She can give her speech after Uma kicks things off.”

The soldier nods. “Good choice. It’s better to think ahead before everyone gets here and starts running a-muck.”

Uh-Oh.

My eyes spark and I hold my hands stiffly to my sides. No, no! Not now- But it’s too late. I start clapping and twirling around, unable to control myself. 

“A-muck, a-muck, a-muck-!”

“Easy now,” a calm voice says and I feel someone behind me. It’s Remus. 

“Is she okay?” Lonnie asks.

“Just excited, that’s all,” he replies and rests his hands on my shoulders, wearing a big grin. “Aren’t you?”

I get my own sheepish smile and look to the ground. Lord, why today? 

“Thanks,” I mutter once Lonnie’s gone.

“Don’t fret about it. I think it’s cute.” Remus suddenly gets a concerned expression when he sees someone behind me. “Is that them?”

I turn around to see who he’s talking about. It is. The Royal Hearts family themselves. Their clothing practically screams red royalty. The queen’s wearing a blood-red gown with roses making up the skirt. A giant heart is formed into her bodice and collar. Her daughter obviously shares her tastes. Her leather outfit reminds me of Mal’s old one, only it’s red too. Patterned with hearts, of course. They each share the same red hair, only Red’s is curlier.

And no one looks happy to see them.

Everyone gasps in horror and scatters out of the way as the red royals march up to the school entrance. The princess’ look hides a smidgen of apology for their harshness but the queen’s enjoying their fear. We watch them get to the line. People are still tense- Except for Queen Cinderella. Is it just me or does it look like they know each other? The red queen’s icy glare shows dangerous chemistry between them. It seems to be spreading to their daughters as well.

“I’ll go handle them,” I assure Remus and make my way over.

 I’ve never personally met Chad’s younger sister Chloe but from what I��ve heard she’s a lamb compared to the other Charming sibling. The blue-haired girl sees me approaching and she gets a giddy smile.

“Oh! You’re Magica Sanderson! I’ve heard so much about you!”

Her excitement to see me is not shared by Red. She gives an annoyed groan and leans against the wall while her mother banters with Chloe’s mom. Uma’s guess about Red wanting to be here could be right if the Queen of Hearts wasn’t so keen on spreading her ego today.

Meow!

Something claws at my skirt. A feline I haven’t seen in years.

“Twilight?” I gasp and scoop up the black and white cat. “Where have you been, you frisky kitty?”

“He hitched a ride with us from Wonderland,” Red speaks up. “She must have fallen down the rabbit hole.” She scans me with uncertainty. While all the other AKs are wearing cheerful sundresses, my own attire of a purple corset dress and laced boots sticks out like a sore thumb. “You are… different. Are you a VK too?”

“Indeed. Magica Sanderson, at your service, Princess Red.”

She huffs a laugh. “Red, please. Being a princess is being a prisoner.”

So I’m right. Red does want to be here but it’s to escape her mother’s parenting. Can’t say I blame her given my own family history.

“Try being the daughter of a witch who wants to eat children’s souls,” I joke lightly.

Red chuckles. “Touché. Eh, no matter. Once school starts I’m gonna paint Auradon red.” Um, alright. Not sure what to say to that. She looks around the courtyard with slight surprise. “How did commoners get in?”

How different are things in Wonderland? 

“Actually royal status doesn’t matter at Auradon Prep,” I explain gently. “At least it shouldn’t. There are some, not giving names, that still hold themselves high for it.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Stop the teasing, I know you mean Chad.”

“Yes. Remind me, how did he get into college?” I mutter under my breath with a doubtful tone. 

“What about her?” Red points to a ‘“commoner” girl on the bench reading a book.

“That’s Annie Kelly. Her mother runs the orphanage and her father works in our stables.”

Red nods and points to another new student. “And him?”

“That’s her cousin Denton Jacobs. His parents work for the biggest newspress in Auradon- I’ll take that.” I reach out and swipe another boy’s cigar.

“Hey! That’s my cigar!” he whines.

My eyes narrow and I wave a finger at him. “No smoking in public places.”

He scowles and takes off sprinting to follow some other kids. “I wasn’t gonna smoke it!”

“Antonio Higgins, if I catch you running again you’ll be scrubbing floors for a month!” I warn. “Celia, Elvin, stop encouraging him!”

Forget magic security. My biggest challenge is going to be keeping these rascals in check.

“By the way, do you know Maddie Hatter?” I ask Red.

“I know her brother, Maddox. He’s my tutor. And my… friend.” She pauses. “I talk to him when mom’s not being the friendliest… which is often.”

Oh. Red’s got so much potential. Why does her mother have to hold her back?

“Coming from someone whose aunt worships the Devil, I know what it’s like to not get along with family.”

Red’s stern gaze softens. “How do you deal with it?”

“I don’t let my heritage define my future. At first I never thought I could fit in at Auradon Prep, much less make friends. It took some time, and a few mishaps, but it’s how I’m here now. That, and it helps that my coven is locked away in a spellbook.”

That sparks her interest but we’re interrupted when Cinderella walks over.

“Hello, dears!” She smiles kindly at us and playfully nudges Chloe. “I hope my daughter’s behaving.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Yes, mom.”

“I’m going to miss you.” Cinderella squeezes her into a hug. “And so will your father.”

She walks off into the courtyard to take a seat. I’ll admit her daughter is a peach compared to Chad, but how did he not end up with the blue hair?

Chloe groans. “School's gonna be a break from my family. I love them dearly but I’m sick of seeing my parents make heart eyes at each other.”

Red and I share a look. We were just discussing our troubled family dynamics and she complains of having loving parents?

Uh-oh. The red queen’s noticed us and is coming this way.

“Darling!” She smiles tightly and pulls Red to her, eyeing me closely. “Who is this?”

Careful. Don’t set off her temper. If it’s anything like Aunt Winnie’s I want no part of it and I don’t feel like having my head chopped off. 

I curtsey politely. “Magica Sanderson, your Royal Highness.”

The queen tilts her head. “Finally, someone who recognizes power. The daughter of Winifred Sanderson. I should have guessed from that ridiculous pointed hat.”

“Actually I am Sarah’s daughter,” I correct her.

She puts a hand to her chest and chuckles. “Oh that’s bupkis. How is the daughter of Sarah so… level-headed?” 

My jaw drops. It’s like a broken record. The instant people begin to respect my heritage, someone comes along and kicks it into the mud. Red catches my appalled reaction and leads the queen away, who's still laughing at me.

“Don’t listen to her,” Chloe says. “Maybe being in Auradon will help change her.”

I scoff. “Which one? The prejudiced killer queen or her clone of a daughter?”

Normally I wouldn’t think such dark thoughts but how much more must I have fingers pointed at me? Instead of screaming in terror at my name the queen mocks my mother’s dumb kindness.

“Come on, Magica!” Chloe pulls me along. “It’s starting!”

Maybe the welcome ceremony will lift my spirits. Fairy Godmother stands ready on stage and signals for everyone to be quiet.

“Attention please! Parents and students, it has been a great privilege to serve you. But the time has come for another to take my place. So please join me in welcoming Auradon Prep’s new principal!” 

We all turn to see Uma’s crew flipping down the aisle chanting her name. Out strides Uma, making her grand entrance as usual. Hasn’t lost her touch.

“What’s my name?” She asks the crew.

“Uma!” 

She smirks and points to the audience. “That’s Principal Uma to you. So you better get it straight, or you’ll be walking the plank.”

“She’s just kidding, just kidding!” Fairy Godmother assures the crowd.

“I never got to go to Auradon Prep. But as its captain I am proud to be charting a new course to a bright future. Beyond the old ways of heroes and villains.” Uma finds me standing in the back and we both nod. “So in that spirit I’d like to welcome Princess Red of Wonderland.”

Everyone looks expectantly at Red but the royal red pair remains seated. The queen seems to be toying with something… Playing cards?

“Excuse me.” The queen’s head rises to look at Uma. “Do you mind?” she asks kindly.

"I do, actually,” she replies tartly, looking at the crowd. “Hm.”

“Mom, what are you doing?” Red asks nervously.

“Oh, I’m playing my favorite game.” She chuckles as she stands and shuffles the deck. “Waaaarrrr!”

The queen’s Hellish cackle fills the air. She throws the cards into the sky, causing a cloud of red cascading across the sun. Pop! Pop! What in the name of Auradon-? They’re soldiers?!

Red heart soldiers pop from the cards and land all around, caging us in. The queen flicks out more cards and they block the exits. Uma’s trying her best to fight the soldiers with her sword but I can already tell it won’t be enough. Where’s-? Fairy Godmother! She has her wand!

“Bibbidi bobbity-”

The red queen’s icy glare stares her down. “No.”

Another card flicks across and collides with the wand, snapping it in two. Dear God. 

Fairy Godmother stands there still as stone, trying to piece together what just happened. Red’s watching it all with the same expression.

“No! Let go of me!” Uma grunts.

There’s no way I can fight these soldiers hand to hand. Even my most powerful magic is too dangerous to use. I could hurt the captives. Oh! My invisibility cloak!

I slip it on just in time to see the queen striding towards Fairy Godmother with a triumphant smirk.

Red’s still shocked. “Mom, this is crazy! Even for you!”

“Crazy, crazy that it’s taken this long,” her mother mutters with malice. “I have been waiting years to be welcomed back into Auradon! So thank you, Red. You finally did something useful.”

Red’s invitation. Her mother used it to infiltrate Auradon when our guard was lowered. She can't even be proud of her daughter for wanting an education.

“I should've known this was never about me,” Red whispers, shaking her head.

Her mom’s eyes narrow. “Everything I do is for you.”

“That was my invitation. My school. My life.”

“Someday you’ll thank me.” She pats Red’s shoulder and smiles at Fairy Godmother, holding what looks like a small mirror. “Oh! And we’ve already seen the ending. Spoiler alert! We win.”

Through the scrambling crowd Cinderella makes her way to the front, only to be stopped by the queen’s guards. “Stop it, Bridget. You’re better than this.”

Her Cheshire grin sends chills down my spine. “Let her through.”

The guards comply and push the blue royal ahead.

“This is too far. I know what happened was hard on you but that was ages ago.”

Talk about never forgetting. And I thought my family held grudges.

The red queen simply looks down at her with murder in her narrowed eyes. “Feels like yesterday to me.”

Cinderella shakes her head “It was a stupid prank.”

“Stupid? Who could forgive humiliating a girl at her first dance? Turning me into a monster in front of everyone? Now that’s just cruel.”

“You’re right,” Cinderella admits.

The red royal sneers. “You didn’t care then. You were off with your prince. Ooh, but you will now. You will all show me the respect I deserve!” She points down at her. “Now kneel.”

“I will never kneel to a tyrant,” the blue queen rejects.

“Ugh. She’s denied a royal order.” The Queen of Hearts looks at her daughter. “What do we do about that, darling?”

This whole time Red’s stayed quiet. There’s no denying the guilt behind her eyes. She’s too young to be given an order to kill someone.

“Look. All you have to do is pledge allegiance. Is that so hard?”

Cinderella also seems to see she’s hesitant. “If it means giving up everything I stand for, yes.”

Her mom is getting impatient. “Who are you loyal to, Red? Hm? These strangers? Or your mother? Hm? Now make me proud. For once.”

Ouch.

“Come on, Bridget. Even your daughter knows it’s wrong. She can’t do it.”

That sparks something. Why did she have to say that? That’s just edging Red on even further!

“Treason. She’s guilty of treason!” Red declares to the crowd of captured guests.

“Exactly right, my dear. And that means off with her head!” 

Lightning crackles across the sky. An execution? Lord, I have to do something! But what?

“Shoo.” The red queen waves her hand at the guards, signaling for them to drag Cinderella away. 

“It’s gonna be ok, Chloe.”

But her daughter is far from calm. “Mom? Mom!”

“I love you! Be strong, Chloe!”

The blue royal is dragged away to the dungeon. Chloe tries to follow but the guards block her path. She grips her sword and stands to challenge the red royals.

“That’s not fair! Let her go!”

The queen shows mock surprise. “Oh, bless your heart.”

Chloe charges with her sword held high. In the corner of my eye Red’s pulling something out. A pocket watch-?

Flash!

The two girls collide and a snap of light engulfs them. I’ve seen some strange magic in my time but that was something completely new. That was no portal, no spell… What could possibly have caused them to vanish?

“Oof!”

One of the guards crashes into me, sending us both tumbling to the ground and my cloak slips off. Oh no-!

“Well well, what have we here?” The red queen looks down at me. “Here, let’s fix you up, shall we?”

She snaps her fingers and another guard hauls me to my knees. Ow! I feel them clasp something around my neck- A metal collar. Attached to a red chain.  

“Stop this madness!” I order and hold up a hand. But no magic sparks to life. An enchanted collar?

“Obey, Sanderson.” The queen yanks the chain and I fall to the muddy ground. “Do you want these people to suffer?”

“Let her go!” I hear Remus growl somewhere.

The queen huffs. “No.”

He fights his way forward. His suit is just as torn as my dress. “Take me instead!”

Wh-What? No, Remus! What are you doing?

“Hm. A Sanderson witch or a simple peasant? I don’t think so.” Guards seize Remus and force him to kneel. The red royal approaches him slowly with an intrigued smirk. “Interesting… Oh, how precious! You love her.”

My pulse snaps. Love? 

Remus doesn’t back down. He keeps glaring up at her with his jaw set tight. In a split second his gaze flickers to mine. He’s biting his tongue. Why would he speak out to save me? Quit it, Remus! She’ll chop off your head!

“Yes. I love her. Please don’t hurt her anymore.”

My jaw drops. He loves me? 

“And I thought your father was pathetic,” the queen sneers. “The question is does she return your love?”

Everyone’s eyes turn down to me. Do I love him…? Yes. I do love you, Remus. Despite my stubborn mind telling me not to, my heart can’t let you go. But how can I answer yes? She’ll use Remus as leverage against me. I can’t put him at further risk.

My lip quivers as I lift my saddened eyes to the diabolical royal. “No. I do not love him.”

It’s convincing, because the reaction it gets from Remus shows me his heart just broke. I know that look all too well. I’m so sorry.

“Aw, boo-hoo,” the queen mocks and waves her hand. “Lock her away and I’ll find use for her later. Maybe a housemaid.”

Locked away. My fears are coming true. Go ahead, Royal Highness. Lock me away in the dark where no one can ever find me. I’ve been broken before, I can heal again. But will Remus?

The chain is tugged and I’m forced to follow, but suddenly a man bursts through the crowd. The guards grab him just before he reaches the queen.

“Ah, Charming. So nice to see you again.”

He must be Chloe and Chad’s father. God, how to tell him his wife is being executed and his daughter has vanished?

“Where is she? Where’s Cinderella?” he demands.

“Why? Are you looking for these?” The red royal holds up a gleaming pair of silver heels that’s just been handed to her. Oh Lord. I’m too late.

Charming’s face falls. “What have you done?”

She lazily flings them to the ground and they shatter. The king falls to his knees and reaches out for the gleaming shards.

“Not so funny now, am I?”

“No… No! No!” I screech as I’m pulled away. 

“Quiet!” The guard leading me barks. 

I hang my head in shame, crawling pathetically down stone stairs into the inky darkness. Whatever prison or dungeon this is, none will ever be able to hide my disgrace.

“In here!”

The sound of creaking metal means a door is being opened. The guard grips my torso and tosses me in, locking the cell. How did I let this happen? I was supposed to be in charge of magic security. Is there no right place for me in Auradon?

How long has it been? How many more innocent lives have been slaughtered because of the queen’s rage? Why must she keep me locked down here instead of killing me too?

Thud thud thud!

Hurried footsteps alert me to look up. Someone’s coming. Probably to finish the job-

“Remus?” I gasp weakly.

He kneels down and clings the bars separating us. How can he still love me after what I said? Why would he risk coming down here?

“I’m sorry, I had to see you. I-I’m sorry about earlier…” He pants and hangs his head. “I know what you’ve been through and never want you to feel that pain again. But… I love you, Magica.” He softly presses his hand to mine. “Even though you’ll hate me-”

“No, no,” I quickly interrupt. I’m not going through this again. I’m not pretending to not love someone anymore. “Remus I could never hate you. I… I think I love you too. Even though I’m supposed to have only one true love.” I try to ease the atmosphere with a small chuckle. “Guess I cheated Fate after all.”

Remus’ melancholy face shifts to one of bewildered enchantment. He leans his forehead against the bars and slips a hand through to caress my cheek. I’d forgotten what it’s like to feel loved. I miss it.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“No tricks,” I answer honestly and press a soft kiss to his cheek through the bars.

If there was no cage separating me I would bury myself in his arms and give all the love I have left. But even through this small act Remus moans against the bars to show his affection.

“I won’t let them hurt you,” he promises and gets up to search for the key. “I’ll get you out of here-”

I grab his hand to stop him. “No. If I rebel against the queen she’ll hurt you.”

Remus kneels down again, this time with a stern look. “Do not ask me to have to witness you walking to the courtyard to have your head chopped off.”

Aw. Gory, but still very sweet. He’s-

Snap!

Ow! Something tugs at my head, almost as if an invisible knife is slicing through my brain. I buckle down and Remus starts panicking.

“Something’s happening…” I grunt in pain.

“Magica! What’s wrong?”

“Something’s… changing.”

Indeed, I feel the magic around us being warped. What-?

Flash!

“What’s my name?” She asks the crew.

“Uma!” 

She smirks and points to the audience. “That’s Principal Uma to you. So you better get it straight, or you’ll be walking the plank.”

“She’s just kidding, just kidding!” Fairy Godmother assures the crowd.

“I never got to go to Auradon Prep. But as its captain I am proud to be charting a new course to a bright future. Beyond the old ways of heroes and villains.” She finds me standing in the back and we both nod. “So in that spirit I’d like to welcome Princess Red of Wonderland.”

Everyone looks expectantly for Red but she’s staying near the back while her mother remains seated. The queen seems to be toying with something… Playing cards?

“Excuse me.” The queen’s head rises to look at Uma. “Do you mind?” she asks kindly.

I do, actually,” she replies.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Red asks nervously.

“We’re my favorite game.” She chuckles as she stands and shuffles the deck. “Hearts!”

The queen’s red and white gown stands out in the crowd. Wait. I could've sworn her dress was all red. And she’s… smiling? The cards fly across the sky and pop into heart-shaped bubbles. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” She apologizes to the crowd. “I couldn’t help myself, I’m just so excited for my daughter to be here.”

Her loving gaze traces back to Red, who’s approaching with her own smile. 

“Well nothing I say is gonna top that, so… Have a great year, y’all!” Uma finishes.

Something changed. But what? It feels like a faint dream but I swear I was imprisoned in chains.

The crowd laughs in delight as Twilight and Dude run to and fro through the sea of people. While the students and parents dance and enjoy the snack table I walk up to the redhead VK. 

“I don’t know what you did, but you’ve proven to be good, Red. But thou be warned: manipulating the future has a cost. The bill will come due.”

But before she can respond her mother tugs her away for a dance. Uma walks up from behind and we both watch Red and Chloe jig about.

“Getting your way can be dangerous when you mess with the fabric of time,” Uma says. “They did something, didn’t they?”

I nod. “You and I both sense it. Something shifted not too long ago.”

Just then Remus walks into the room with Adam in tow. Remus. Does he-? Could that have been a dream too? Or maybe…

“Go to him,” Uma says. “It’s time you went on a date, Sparky. Though I never pinned you for a ginger fan.”

I roll my eyes. “Uma-”

“No, no, I get it!” She holds her hands up defensively. “A Rumpelstiltskin and a Sanderson? It sounds like a match! Now go.”

She pushes me forward and I nearly trip on my skirt.

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” I giggle. God, please let it be so. “Remus! Can I talk to you? Alone?”

The spark in his eye tells me he does feel the same. “Sure! See ya later, Adam.”

He offers an arm, which I graciously take, and we walk out to the gardens where it’s less noisy and more private.

“So, what’s on your mind?” he asks. “I think today went pretty good.”

“Remus, would you like to go out on a date sometime?”

The question throws him off guard. Remus stops in his tracks and looks at me as if an angel just descended. 

“Wha- Really? Yes! How did you know?”

“I just… Know. Once upon a time you might have confessed to me. Not that you remember- It’s complicated.”

Remus shrugs and nudges my shoulder. “You know best. So… Does that offer for a date still stand?”

I nudge him back with a playful smile. “Yes.”

He catches my gaze again and we stop walking. No words, just two young people testing the waters. Time truly is a fickle thing. We’re not quite grown-ups, but I’m worlds away from where I used to be. Who I used to be. Maybe Remus is the person who’s been there for me all along.

Remus breaks the silence. “Does this mean things are normal again?” he whispers.

I have to stop myself from smirking. “Things are never normal for us, Remus.”

“Yeah, but… Can we abnormally be a couple?”

He’s leaning closer. Unknowingly I’ve gotten closer too. We each see an unspoken message and our lips finally meet. No memories of Carlos trouble me with guilt. I just feel Remus, and the love that he feels for me. It’s no wonder people enjoy love so much. It’s time to end my time of being alone and search for the next step in my life.

We break apart to breathe, but don’t stray too far. Whatever the future brings… It shows so much potential.

“With a little bit of luck, I hope so.”

[theawkwardsiren]

Toxic - Veneer x F!Reader (angst/fluff) part 5

summary - in this conclusion to the series, Veneer does everything he possibly can to love you up so you don't have to think about what happened. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4.

warnings - none

a/n: i actually had so much fun writing this series! thank you guys for showing interest in it <3

"You lied to me."

When you were finally ready to pull away, you and Veneer turned to (Random Name). He was rubbing his neck, inching away from Velvet and (Friend's Name), who looked like they weren't done - just taking a break.

"Oh, you really thought I'd let you keep her?" Veneer responded in fake sympathy, clearly mocking him.

Your ex grit his teeth, "You know what? Fine. She's damaged any-"

You cut him off when your palm hit his cheek, the slap causing everyone to fall silent. Velvet looked mildly impressed, (Friend's Name) cheered, and Veneer looked stunned - but also impressed.

"Shut up already."

He didn't get a chance to respond, because the police finally arrived and cuffed him. You watched as they took him away, calm returning.

"Come on, let's go home."

Veneer took your hand and gently led you to the limo he and the two girls had arrived in, making sure you got inside first. He followed suit, sliding in next to you and instantly pulling you onto his lap. You leaned back against his chest and got comfortable as his arms encircled your waist.

And you knew then...you were safe now.

-

"NO!"

You shot up in bed, eyes wide in terror with cold sweat dripping from your forehead. Beside you, Veneer jerked awake at your exclamation, sleepy but worried.

"Hey, what happened baby?" He pulled you against him, rubbing your back soothingly, "Another nightmare?"

You just swallowed thickly and nodded, leaning into him as you tried to calm yourself down. Images flashed through your mind; his face, laughing at you for thinking you could escape him, his couch, swallowing you whole, the door chained shut. His taunting voice filled your mind again, reminding you of the threat from your nightmare: that he'd be back soon.

"He's gone," Veneer promised you, moving you to lay on top of him so you could listen to his heartbeat - something you found comforting. "He can't - and won't - ever hurt you again."

You knew he was right, and as he held you and whispered promises to keep you safe and other words of comfort, you found yourself slowly calming down. You relaxed into him and buried your face in his neck, your mind and body now only focused on him.

"Thank you."

You were answered with a soft, gentle kiss to your head, "Take as much time as you need, I'll be awake until you fall asleep."

Your lips curled up into a smile at that, and you snuggled against him more comfortably before closing your eyes again. You didn't fall asleep immediately, but it didn't take you long to, because of him.

-

You woke up to the smell of something burning.

When you turned to tell Veneer, you noticed he wasn't in bed anymore. Or anywhere else in the room. Now you had a sneaking suspicion of what that burning indicated, and you got out of bed.

Smiling all the way, you tried be as quiet as possible while going downstairs to the kitchen. You'd been staying with the twins for a while now, by Veneer's insistence. And before that, you'd come over a lot, so you moved around by instinct now.

Sure enough, Veneer was in the kitchen. As you stood in the doorway, you watched the boy run around the kitchen, trying to get the smoke out and salvage the food he'd been making.

"Is that (favourite food)?"

Veneer jumped three feet in the air at the sudden sound of your voice, turning quickly and trying to hide his failed attempt.

"Hi baby," he smiled nervously, "I didn't hear you come in."

"Oh you weren't supposed to," you giggled, going over to him. "Wanted to see what my cute boyfriend was up to now. Because I smelled something burning and you weren't in bed."

He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped and sighed before speaking, "I was trying to make you breakfast."

You melted at his words, heart swelling with love and adoration for the male singer. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly.

"I really appreciate the thought baby, you're so sweet."

He gave you the cutest little smile at that, becoming proud of himself again, "Really? You're not upset it got ruined?"

"Nope," you grinned, "My amazing boyfriend tried to cook for me even though we all know he can't cook. Frankly, that makes me so so happy. You're so adorable Ven, I honestly think I dreamed you to life."

Your words almost made the boy faint. He was not used to being complimented, and surely never received such high praise ever.

His cheeks turned bright red, "Only the best for you."

You offered to show him how to cook after that, and it was a morning well spent. You both had so much fun, goofing off while making the food and just being the silly teenagers you were. It was more romantic and sweet than any date you've ever been on.

"I think I'm glad I couldn't cook before," he told you as you finished your meal, his smile warm and loving.

"Me too," you mirrored his smile. "I love being with you."

"And even the simplest activities are more fun with you," he agreed.

He spent the entire day with you, putting whatever he had planned on hold. After your nightmare, he was determined to get you to forget it and, hopefully, what happened that caused it.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that just a few months ago, he had no idea you existed and you were just a fan. You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that you were dating the boy you'd been fantasising about since he gained fame, the boy who had dozens of girls screaming his name at concerts and wanting to date him.

"Hey babe," you turned to him during the movie you were watching, "What made you decide to answer my DM? You never told me why."

"I thought it was cute how you asked," he admitted, taking your hand and tangling your fingers with his. "i had the day off that day, and you were so cute, I couldn't resist."

You blushed, looking at your intertwined fingers, "Really?"

"Really. And it was the best decision I've ever made."

Your blush darkened and lovestruck smile formed on your lips, "That's so sweet, Ven. I could say the same about sending the DM."

"Yeah?" His smile brightened, "You mean that?"

"Of course I do," you brought his hand up to kiss the back of it, "I mean every sweet, kind thing I say to you. None of the bad ones."

He chuckled, turning to fully face you, "Nothing you could ever say would make me stop loving you." He seemed to then realise what he said, and his eyes went wide as he tried to backtrack, "I-I mean-"

Your own eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat. He loved you? For a moment, panic set in because of who last said that to you, but then you looked at his face and remembered who you were with now, and before you knew it you had leaned in to crash your lips against his. You kissed him deeply, hand sliding to the back of his neck to pull his head closer. He instantly kissed back, setting his hands gently on your waist as he met each passionate movement of your lips against with equal fervor.

"i love you too," you told him breathlessly as you parted. "So, so much...I was scared to say it at first, but you've shown me that there's nothing to be afraid of. Everything you've done for me recently, especially during that incident, has made me realise what actual love looks like. And it came to me in the form of a sassy, sarcastic but super sweet and talented singer."

Veneer looked like he was about to cry. And maybe he would, because his eyes started glistening seconds after you realised just how much your words impacted him. He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his spindly arms around you, so tightly you almost couldn't breathe. His face met your shoulder a he held you, his words coming out muffled when he spoke.

"Thank you, (Name). That means the world to me..."

You just smiled and held onto him just as tightly, stroking his hair soothingly and pressing featherlight kisses to the top of his head.

-

"(Nameeeeeee), wake upppp!"

When you opened your eyes the next morning, Veneer's face was right in yours. He was beaming eagerly, his pretty blue eyes shining with excitement.

"Yes baby?" You answered groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"We have to go!"

"Go where?" You slowly sat up, "You said I could sleep in!"

He laughed at your complaint, leaning in to kiss you sweetly, "Well I just found out that the aquarium just finished its renovations and I thought you'd want to go, since you've been talking about it so much."

"Wait, really?" You sat up straighter, sleep leaving you immediately. "We can go?"

"Yes!"

That's all it took for you to get up and out of bed, the sound of Veneer giggling like a kid trailing after you as you rushed into the bathroom.

"You're so cute, babe."

"Hey!" You protested. "That's my line!"

Half an hour later he was driving the two of you to the aquarium, and you were bouncing in your seat with excitement. He chuckled when he saw this, one hand moving from the steering wheel to grip yours.

"Excited?" He teased.

"Very."

You were out of the car the second he stopped, and he had to jog to catch up with you when he finally got out.

But he was happy you were so happy to be here.

"Wait up, princess," he grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Don't leave me behind now." He kissed your shoulder lovingly, making you giggle.

"Sorry, I've just been waiting for this,"

"I know."

Veneer's eyes were mostly on you as you both navigated the aquarium. He was content to just watch how your eyes lit up at the sight of every marine animal, no matter how small. It warmed his heart when you gasped and grabbed his hand and pointed to a sea creature excitedly, babbling facts about it.

"Really? That's amazing babe."

He didn't really know what you said, but he was admiring how happy and eager you looked. He was adoring your enthusiasm, hooked on the sight of your smile and the sound of your laugh.

This was how he wanted to keep you - smiling and laughing.

"Babe? What's wrong?"

He snapped out of his reverie when you touched his arm, a strong blush crossing his cheeks, "Nothing, princess. You're just so cute."

With flushed cheeks, you smiled and led him off again.

"Oh, Ven look!" You gasped.

The green-haired singer turned to see what you were gasping at, and was awed by the sight of two dolphins nuzzling each other and displaying what was clearly love an affection for one another.

"That's us!" You smiled, feeling warm inside saying it.

"It sure is."

And then he kissed you. Right then and there. Slow and sweet, enjoying the feeling of your lips moving against his. Revering and worshiping the sweetness of it, letting himself get lost in your enchanting touch. It was just you two in the world at that moment.

And you knew then that you'd be okay. As long as you had Veneer.

[blueberry-pride]

Hello, hello! Major congratulations on making the Centurion Follower Event!👍 Now for the event, I'd like to request a fluffy scenario in which Farena meets Leona’s girlfriend after hearing about her from Cheka, please. It takes place during the Tamashina-Mina event. Thanks a bunch!

The Royal Meetup Part 1

Leona x FEM! S/O

Centurion Follower Event Special (March 1-25) warnings: N/A

Berry: thank you so much! OMG I've just been thinking about this when I was playing the event ;=; one scenario with Leona coming up! this was longer than expected and I wrote this around 3-4AM. I'm fine *laughs*

You choked on your drink.

Sure it's sounds concerning, but the thing that caused you to do so is even more.

"We'd like to request miss (Y/N) (L/N)'s attendance to the royal palace along with second prince Leona at once." Stood four tall and rather intimidating female beastmen whom you can assume were part of the royal guards. That and because Leona perked right up and had a slightly shocked expression on his face when he heard their voices.

You and Leona had split up from the usual group, where the chamberlain offered to tour the group around while the two of you explored booths that catered to both of your interests.

In the midst of you two conversing (and often times teasing each other), you began to notice a looming shadow behind Leona, and that's where it led you to this predicament.

"Under whose orders?" Leona spoke up as he stood beside you as he peered his eyes at the group in front of you. One of them nodded with a smile as she gestures towards you.

"Your nephew, crowned prince Cheka has been singing excitedly to your brother that you have found a partner. First prince Farena was informed that miss (Y/N) was coming along to this event, so he sent us immediately to come get you."

"I-..." You uttered. "I'm going to meet your brother?" You looked up to your boyfriend with excitement only to see him rubbing his temples, muttering under his breath. "noisy little..."

"We must leave at once, we must not let your brother waiting, we'll be taking the li-"

"-We'll be taking the limo, I understand." Leona sighed as he then laid a protective hand on your back, guiding you to the parking area where you saw a matte-black limousine.

Surrounded by even more strong beastwomen, they had already been standing at attention and bowed their head as soon as they noticed you walking closer. Leona then went ahead and opened the door for you, nudging his head towards the cool interior of the vehicle.

The car ride was smooth as it took the scenic route, making you able to see more parts of Sunrise City. It was a breathtaking view as it had you leaning against the window almost the entire ride. but what really caught your attention was the small army of royal guards jogging at the same speed as the car.

"When you said that the women of Afterglow Savannah are a force to be reckoned with." You turned towards Leona. "You really weren't messing around." You chuckled as you continued to watch.

"Told ya." He smirked. You faced him once more, raising an eyebrow at him. "That's it? no teasing remark like how I should do that next time when we're in PE?" You nudged his elbow with a smile.

"Well excuse me for not bursting at the seems of seeing my brother again." His arms crossed as he overlooked the city passing by, getting even more and more closer to the palace.

You hummed as you place a gentle hand on his forearm. The lion beastman looked towards you only to see you give a reassurring smile, scooting yourself closer to the point you're on his lap.

"We'll be okay..."

"Have you met my brother?"

"He just wants to see how his lil bro is going is all."

"I could have easily just sent him a letter stating 'Dearest brother Farena, I'm in a loving relationship with someone who can finally put up with me. here's an image of her for reference~" He chuckled to which you rolled your eyes at.

"hm...so why didn't you?" You asked. Leona instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist, his brows furrowed as the vehicle has now reached the royal gates.

"Could you imagine the press hearing that their scorned second prince being in a relationship with someone?" That made you keep quiet for a while as the thought of meeting Leona's family now making you feel nauseous.

He notices this and pats your head softly with a soft grin. "Don't dwell on it now." He opens the door and offered his hand towards you. "Let's get this over with."

"Ah so you must be miss (Y/N) (L/N), what an honor to finally see my little brother's significant other!" A booming voice nearly frightened you. You both were waiting in one of the many lounges within the palace and now were face to face with the first prince Farena Kingscholar.

Farena stepped forward and bowed his head in front of you. "May I shake your hand?" He asked excitedly, having the same familiar glint in his eyes as Cheka from the last time you saw him. You nodded, laughing a bit nervously to the whole situation.

"It's an honor to meet you as well uh, your highness." You stammered as you quickly make an attempt of a curtsy. Through that split second, you could hear Leona stifling his laughter at the scene.

Farena looked at Leona with a sigh. "Brother.." He nagged. "It is not nice to laugh at your woman, she's trying." Farena gestured towards you with a small smile.

"It's not that Farena my dearest brother." He said with a smug where it earned him both you and Farena rolling your eyes at him. "I just simply find my woman amusing and adorable about her first time meeting royalty is all."

Farena turned towards you. "Is Leona always likes this to you?"

"One of the many charms that made me fall for your brother, your highness." You sigh as you shook your head at your boyfriend.

The first prince nodded along and then clapped his hands. "Well, I see that Leona has indeed found someone who shares his sense of humour." He trudged along as he hook an arm around Leona, making you chuckle in the process. "As his older brother, that puts me at ease."

Leona quickly removed Farena's arm away from him. His ears flattened at the embarrassment. "Is that all you needed to say, I have a job to do in the Catch The Tail event, remember?"

"I am very much aware, no need to remind me now but this will take a moment." Farena noted as he went to my side once more. "if it's alright with the two of you, I'd want to talk to (Y/N) in private."

End of part 1 (Part 2)

Berry: yeah as I'm writing, and as much as I want to continue it all here, this could be getting long so part 2 will be uploaded shortly!