#mafia nct 127 reactions

[softsan]

˚ 🥀⊹ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄. (𝐩𝐭.𝟏)

✉️ ・ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

✉️ ・ ── 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬: | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

✉️ ・ ── 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐲/𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

✉️ ・ ── 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Mafia AU, Angst, Kingpin!Taeyong, Queenpin!Y/N, Fem!Reader, Childhood friends, Betrayal, Enemies to lovers, Eventual Smut. ✉️ ・ ── 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:  You were the only surviving heir of the old-time Mafia kingpin that had ruled the four territories. You were long thought to be dead, living the normal life you had always wanted...Until you run into a Taeyong, a formidable ghost from your past. You are then thrown back into the Mafia underbelly, reuniting with enemies you had hoped had forgotten you. Will you run away? Will you stand beside Taeyong, kingpin of the North, and be his queen? Or will you take your rightful revenge.

✉️ ・ ── 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Possessive Themes, Future Explicit Sexual Content, Murder, Kidnapping, Strangulation, Torture, Weapons, Graphic Violence, Heavy Angst, Explicit Language, Alcohol Consumption, Mentions of Drugs, Betrayal, Morally Grey Characters.

✉️ ・ ── 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

Past. 

You felt all the air leave your lungs, your chest constricting as you tried to gasp for just one more breath. You heard the patter of your blood as it hit the hardwood floors.

“Y/N,” His desperate eyes plead. 

“What did you do to her?!” Your brother demanded, yanking against the chains that were secured around his wrists. 

“Good catch Taeyong!” One of your captors clapped his hand on Taeyong’s back.

You tried to lift your shoulders, but they refused to support the weight of your head. You were but a lifeless heap, carelessly discarded and left to slowly bleed out on the ground. The man’s sickening laughter echoed throughout the room, filling what was left of your heart with dread.  

“Do it,” His voice urged, “Kill her now.”

Present.

“Today will be different,” You stared at yourself in the mirror, “Today I will smile, and I’ll mean it.” Your eyes circled down to your neck, your confidence waning. 

“Come on!” Your roommate urged, “You can say it better than that.” 

Your shoulders slumped in defeat, “You make me say the same thing at the start of every semester.”

Your roommate clicked her tongue, looking up from her phone. “And I believe this semester is going to be fucking fantastic.” She pointed at your white dress that cut just above the knees. “Look, we’re both looking cuter than ever. We have a new apartment,” She pointed to the living room’s ceiling to exaggerate her point. “This is our second year at college, and you, my friend, are going to put yourself out there.”

You shook your head in dread. “I thought we agreed that in this household, you can be the party fiend, and I’ll be the one that spends her nights binging TV shows on Netflix.”

Your roommate Jen threw you a dirty look.

“Hey! Who else is going to keep the universe in balance.”

Your roommate rolled her eyes. “The world is not going to stop spinning on its axis if you go out once in a while.”

“I highly doubt that.” You mutter to yourself, earning a playful hit from your dear roommate.

You and your roommate Jennifer had been cohabitating with one another since you were both seventeen. Back then, it had been a struggle to find someone willing to share a space with a teenager. That coupled with the awful reputation your foster father and sister had garner for themselves, you weren’t exactly considered an ideal house mate. However, to your pleasant surprise Jen was equally in need of someone to cover half of her rent. 

You had somewhat known about Jen prior to living with her. She had been quite popular at your school, the social butterfly. Admittedly, you were a little suprised to hear she like you, had moved out on her own, yet you never pried. 

Despite, her cheerful demeanor, you sensed a sadness akin to your own. You were both content pretending the other didn’t have secrets they’d buried deep inside their pasts. 

The day had been too long, and the sight of a setting sun was a welcome one. A picturesque scene of pink and oranges painted the skies which backdropped Taeyong’s beloved city. 

“Let’s get a drink to cool down,” Johnny piped, securing his gun back in his trousers.

Mark looked over disapprovingly, “You know you should really invest in a holster.”

“Not a chance!” Johnny grinned, “Taeil will flip if I make another extravagant purchase this month.” 

Taeyong slightly shook his head, half-heartedly smiling. Taeil, his consigliere had only gotten on Johnny’s case after he bought two restaurants and three record stores on a whim. Johnny simply was dead set on never purchasing himself a holster.  

Mark discerning Johnny’s lame excuse, decided to play along, “If you’re tight on money, why don’t we drink at the crappy-looking place.” He pointed to a shabby, bar with rusted molding at the end of the street. 

Taeyong grimaced, he didn’t like spending too much time in disputed territory. The street they were standing on fell in a grey area, both claimed by him, the King of the North, and the terrible Black Crow of the West. 

“We should head back closer to base,” Renjun cut in, noticing Taeyong’s hesitancy.  

Taeyong had his own bars and hotels where he could drink and dine with complete ease. He saw no need to do so here. 

“Let’s do it,” Johnny exclaimed, pulling a protesting Renjun into a friendly headlock.

“It’ll be fine,” Mark reassured, nudging Taeyong’s shoulder. “Nobody’s that stupid to take on all four of us.”

“I’m here! I’m here!” You breathlessly apologized to your manager, reaching for a bar apron.

“It’s fine,” He assured, handing you a docket, “First day back?” 

You nodded, trying to catch your breath “It’s the first day, and I feel like I’m already behind on all of my classes.” 

“Well, tonight should be pretty standard for a weekday.” He commented, his eyes scanning the empty tables, “I’ll be up upstairs talking to a supplier but, give me a wave if you need me.” 

“Will do.” It wasn’t uncommon for you to be working the bar alone.

The 'Old Sand Bucket' where you worked was certainly past its prime. Its interior was outdated, half of the bar stools wobbled, and even the bar counter was unleveled. It just wasn’t a place that attracted a surplus of people. 

You pulled your first load of wine glasses from the dishwasher, lifting them into the bar to be polished.

The door to the bar chimed, “Welcome to the Old Sand Bucket.” You said, without looking upward. “What can I get you?”

Taeyong gave the bar a lengthy overview. It didn’t appear to be suspicious, just the opposite. The dated bar was completely unoccupied beside the humming bartender who was mindlessly polishing wine glasses.

He examined you like the rest, evaluating the level of threat you were. Your head stayed down, occupied with your task. You barely spared a glance at his boys, who began ordering drinks.

You wore a simple black shirt underneath a bar apron with the ‘Old Sand Bucket’ labeled on its front. Your hair was tied in a low ponytail, revealing the curvature of your neck. At its base was a silky black ribbon knotted in a neat bow. Other than being pretty, you didn’t appear to stand out. 

Taeyong hummed, satisfied the bar his boys wanted to drink at was nothing more than a dinky, uninspired establishment.

You heard another person pull out a wonky barstool, which made four people in your bar. Not bad, as you usually didn’t have customers come in until half past nine. 

You placed down a bourbon and coke to your left—a man’s voice offering you a quick thanks.

“What can I get you?” You asked, finally looking up at the last man.

“Whatever’s good.”

Your eyes widened, blinking repeatedly, willing the ghost of your past to disappear back to your nightmares.

This can’t be real. This can’t be him. Please. No.

But he didn’t. He sat in front of you. His bored expression faded as he caught you staring. You immediately dropped your face, your face burning.

Taeyong furrowed his brows, confused. The way you looked at him just then… It was as if you knew him. He wasn’t mistaken. He couldn’t be. The way you were mumbling your answers, your arms shaking as you reached to pour a shot of vodka.

You did the best you could to keep a low profile, keeping your face down, and distracting yourself with work around the bar. You wanted nothing more than to abandon your shift— your heart furiously pounding every time you heard one of their four voices address you. However, at around eleven there was an unusual influx of people (what you believed to be a bachelor’s night out), therefore you needed to power through your discomfort. 

You wavered for your manager to join you downstairs, while you stepped out of the bar and started clearing tables. 

Taeyong kept you in the corner of his eye, unable to shake the curiosity that brewed in his stomach.

“Give us a smile, love,” Slurred one of the drunken bachelors, who had stripped off his shoes and was now wearing one on his head. 

You complied, in order not to make a scene. You reached over his table to pick up one of the empty pints. You felt the irksome feeling of fingers brushing against your neck. You jumped back, dropping your tray. Your hands immediately shot to your neck, clasping where your black ribbon ought to be. 

The shattering of glass made Taeyong stand, interrupting Renjun mid-sentence. Your eyes were aflame with anger, your mouth parting in horror. You were trying desperately to conceal the base of your neck.

Without a second thought, Taeyong approached, pulling the drunken patron up by his wrinkled collar. The man began sloppily flailing, trying to make his pathetic getaway. 

Taeyong snatched the black ribbon out of his hand, before not so gently throwing him to the ground.

“I believe this belongs to you.” Taeyong stepped forward, extending his arm in your direction. 

You instinctively stepped back, your eyes narrowing on the black ribbon between his fingers. There was no way for you to reach for your ribbon without exposing your neck.

“You keep it.” You said as firmly as you could, turning your back to him.

He watched as you retreated to one of the back rooms, his interest in you only spiking.

You hid yourself in one of the alcohol storerooms, searching for something to cover up your neck. You resorted to some paper towels stained with raspberry syrup. It wasn’t one of your greatest ideas, but it seemed to work when your manager came bursting in.

“Where’d you go?” Your manager pressed, “You left broken glass for me to clean up by table fourteen.” 

"It accidently lock myself in the storage rooms again.” You lied.

Your manager sighed, ushering you out.

You did a quick scan of the bar, noticing the four men had since left. 

“What happened to you?” Your manager pointed to the paper towels and raspberry syrup. 

“Ah,” You pressed the wet paper harder against your neck, “A customer spilled a drink all over me.” 

Your manager shook his head, “Go home and clean up,” He signaled you to grab your things, “I’ll close up,”

Scattered, you thanked him and reached for your rucksack.

“Wait,” Your manager handed you an envelope, “Some guy left you a tip.” 

Who gives a tip in an envelope? You eyed it cautiously. 

You waited until you had turned a corner before you used your fingernail to pry apart the sealed envelope.

Inside was a one-hundred-dollar bill, your black ribbon, and a napkin that read 'Thanks for your service’. 

Taeyong kept his distance, hiding in the shadows. He watched you leave the bar, with your hand holding some paper towels to your neck. You use the other hand to tear open the envelope he’d left for you.

To his surprise, you barely acknowledged the bill—you were more interested in the black ribbon and the napkin. You stared at the napkin for a couple of minutes, your teeth grinding. You then scrunched it into a ball, throwing it onto the sidewalk with the envelope containing the hundred. You, however, kept the black ribbon.

Taeyong observed you as you slowly pulled the paper towels away, revealing a dark scar that wrapped around your neck... It was as if someone had strangled you with barbed wire. 

A flood of emotions went through him, sympathy, guilt, and finally, coldness. He couldn’t help but remember a young girl who had experienced a similar fate.

You had died many years ago. Or at least he thought so…

NETWORKS: -​

MONI’S NOTE: Woah! I cannot express how excited I am to dive back into this world. For those who don't know, this is an old fic of mine that I wrote like 5 years?! ago. I've decided to rework it and improve the story (also finally give it an ending). I would much appreciate your thoughts, comments, reblogs and likes are extremely valued.

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[mochamamii]

mafia!nct: how you meet.

▹ a/n: hello loves, wow two uploads in a day? are you proud of me ? 🤭 it’s been so long since I wrote in the mafia universe! I hope you enjoy this, have a great day or night gorgeous 😘💕

▹ pairing: mafia!nct x reader

▹ triggers: mafia!au, crime, manipulation, violence, light smut

Taeil first meets you at your job. Taeil owns a plethora of companies, both small and large, and all used as a cover to launder and legitimize his behind the scenes criminal activity. You just happened to be a regular girl working at one of these companies, only working in an entry level position at a front desk you would’ve had very low chances of running into someone like Taeil at work. That was true for the most part, it had been at a company wide holiday party nearly two years working at said company before your paths finally crossed. You were tipsy and flirtier than usual that night, completely ignorant to the fact that you’d been chatting up your boss for the better part of an hour. Taeil was intrigued by your forwardness and wanted to keep seeing you. It was fun and exciting for you too, Taeil seemed like such a puzzle to you, he gave you very few details about his life and even fewer about his career. It’d be months after your secret rendezvous begins before Taeil reveals to you he owns the company you work for, and it’d take years for him to ever share that he runs a criminal organization under the table, if he ever actually did, because if he can get away with not telling you he won’t.

“Why do you always ask so many questions baby? Why don’t we just enjoy our time together and we can talk about my job another day…”

Johnny meets you at a nightclub. Because of the dangers involved in his line of work he’s become a shut in more or less, only going out when it’s absolutely necessary. He’d take drinking at home with friends over a noisy club but his associates and him had been having a string of successful pushes in the expansion of their clan. There was much to be celebrated. You were there with a group of friends also that night, out to celebrate a friend’s birthday. Johnny took notice of you right away. Shameless in his ogling of you, his eyes were fixed on you alone in the sea of bodies on the dance floor. He approached you with a pep in his step to offer you a drink which you accept, afterwards you offer him a dance which he accepts. On the dance floor your hands eagerly grip and squeeze at each other’s bodies. You two spend the night together that first night, a fairly brief and passionate situationship ensues after night one. For months your relationship with Johnny feels purely sexual, there’s not much about him or his life that you really know and he never seems eager to share. Johnny drags his feet on cuffing you officially for fear of involving an innocent person in his life.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ve always had serious feelings for you. The only thing stopping me was wanting to keep you safe.”

Taeyong meets you after one of his associates dragged you into his warehouse. Apparently, you had been the witness to his crew “taking out the trash” as some would say…Instantly upon seeing you Taeyong realized you really were just an innocent girl who had been in the wrong place at the right time and not a secret spy from a rival. He pitied you. You had seen his face and plenty of the others faces’, releasing you could be risky but keeping you here was tiresome and more of a chore. Taeyong decided he would give himself a few days to decide what he wanted to do with you, he let you go home, under heavy surveillance of course. He needed to know if you were going to try and run to the police and snitch on anything you’d seen so far. Taeyong starts visiting your home in the evenings, he told himself it was a strategic intimidation tactic to keep you from calling the cops. Truthfully, Taeyong just wanted to be near you. He’d become really drawn to you, his visits getting longer and longer as he gets to know you better. It’s a nice slow burn before your relationship turns romantic. Taeyong is actually grateful he had met you in the manner he did, it was refreshing to start a relationship and wonder whether he should tell them about his career. You knew from the start, and that made courting you a guilt free indulgence for him.

“You know more about me than most people do. I like that and I want it to stay that way, I promise there’s nothing I’ll ever keep from you.”

Yuta meets you during the middle of a heist of all places. In his crew he was the go to man for high intensity missions like bank heists, and assassinations occasionally. You were on your way home from work when you made a stop to deposit your paycheck into your account. Your corporate slave job had yet to transition to the twenty first century and go digital with their payroll system. You were stuck with paper checks for now. Your interaction with the bank teller across from you was almost done when you jumped due to the fire alarm suddenly going off. The alarms went off followed by the sprinklers on the ceiling, creating a heavy downpour, drenching you and everything else. Yuta and his gang strolled in confident as ever, heavy machine guns in tow. They were the picture of frightening nightmares. Yuta made it known he was clearly in charge, barking orders at his crew, all of them moving in harmony. They cleared the bank’s reserves in minutes, sweeping the vaults like they knew the floor plan by heart. Yuta floated over to you as his crew began piling the bags of cash into their van. Yuta caught you hiding under a table near the back. He thought you were absolutely adorable the way you looked at him in fear. He pulled you from under the table to get a better look at you, he gave you a quick two second once over before nodding with a content hum and tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed and squirmed to get down but he only held you tighter spewing out nonsense like he had decided to keep you for a little bit.

“Stop squirming so much bunny…I’m not that scary am I?”

Doyoung meets you through a match maker interestingly enough. Doyoung was born into an infamous crime family, arranged marriages between associates was a common practice for families like Doyoung’s. As Doyoung begins to take the reigns from his father he knows a marriage is on the horizon he’d need to find a match from another strong clan to join forces with. You happened to be the daughter of not a fellow mob boss, but a wealthy man who earned his wealth legitimately.. As an only child your parents were eager for you to settle down and give them some heirs so you went to a matchmaker for help. By fate you and Doyoung had been paired together, he was introduced to you as your average successful businessman. The attraction was there immediately and a relationship between you two quickly blossomed. It was easy, you both had similar ambitions and goals. You fit together perfectly from the start. Doyoung isn’t sure he’ll ever reveal to you his real job, why should he when things are already great between you two?

“I never thought I’d meet someone this way, but I’m glad I did. I’m glad I met you, my other half.”

Jungwoo meets you through a mutual acquaintance. He was in the market to buy a second property, it would be a safe house for himself and other people close to him. He had a friend who recommended Jungwoo contact you. He was a busy man who needed a realtor to find the perfect location for him, that’s where you come in. You’d sold a number of properties to Jungwoo’s friend already who made sure to give him a stellar review of your work. Jungwoo was running out of time and his friend had convinced him well enough so he called you. Upon the first meeting in person Jungwoo was struck by your beauty. He forced himself to remain professional not wanting to be distracted. You’d begun working for Jungwoo for months at this point, sending him several properties you’d found throughout the week. It didn’t matter what you sent him, he always seemed so unimpressed and displeased with what you’d shown him. You were growing annoyed and worried that you’d never find a property he would close on. Truthfully, Jungwoo loved nearly every listing you showed him, he loved spending time with you even more. He wasn’t ready to close on something quite yet, he wasn’t ready to stop spending time with you, he liked talking to you. Jungwoo’s crush on you grows more every day, eventually he has no choice but ti confess his feelings after you nearly threatened to quit if he refused to finally close on a property.

“I just needed any excuse to be close to you, that’s where I’d always rather be.”

Mark meets you at the hospital. You were working an overnight shift. You were in your third year of residency, working under the guidance of your seniors. That night was like any other night until the doors of the receiving dock flew open and paramedics quickly wheeled a wounded man on a stretcher inside. You were among the staff called to attend to him. You learned from the paramedics that he had been in some kind of shootout. You helped assist the surgeons during surgery as they removed any bullet fragments still remaining. The man remained in the hospital until he was well enough. During this time you cared for him everyday, cleaning and dressing his wounds, checking his vitals, etc. Mark recovers quickly, he’s upset with himself for caving and going to a real hospital, it was a risky move but his clan’s only private doctor was preoccupied and the severity of his injuries definitely called for medical attention. The only good thing that came out of risking getting his identity exposed was the cute nurse who was in charge of caring for him. He was attracted to you and it wouldn’t be long before he asked to take you on a date. You say yes to his offer and the rest is history. Mark won’t outright admit to what he does over time you come to find out on your own.

“You don’t need to know everything about me just yet, I don’t want to scare you off so soon…”



Haechan meets you at a restaurant. He’s having a celebratory dinner with his clan, at the restaurant you waitress for. As luck should have it you were the one picked to serve the loud rowdy bunch of drunk men. Surprisingly the bulk of them left you to do your job without any pushback from them. All except one. The one who sat himself at the head of the table, Haechan. He couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off of you all night. Every time you walked by he’d wink at you from afar and when you were close enough he’d try to pull you into his lap. You were used to serving drunks of all kinds and had your fair share of customers trying their best to flirt with you, Haechan was the most aggressive customer you’d ever had. Haechan was diligent and persistent, he didn’t press further that night and made sure you were tipped well. You thought you had seen the last of Haechan but you were so wrong. Haechan came in almost every day after he first saw you, always requesting you as his waitress. You were uninterested and ignored his advances every time but Haechan could appreciate a challenge.

“That’s fine, ignore me now…I’ll come in every day until you respond beautiful.”

[multifandomslxt]

WELCOME TO 🥀Slxt's Masterlist ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Note: DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. All Works are fiction. Do not take them seriously. Minors DNI.

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

Boba’s terms for Slxtty Entrance

NEO CULTURE TECHNOLOGY

FICS

Black Roses Mafia Romance (WIP) (Jeno x reader)

Jealousy (bf!Yuta x gf!reader)

Play too much (plug!Taeyong x Chubby!reader)

I hope we'll meet again (Nct member x reader)

Liar (bsfbrother!Yuta x chubbyblack!reader)

Tramp-Stamp (Tattoo artist!Yuta x chubby!reader)

Anything for my good boy (sub!Mark x Femdom!Reader)

King's Command (Hendery x fem!reader)

Fun Games (Haechan x Reader x YangYang)

Quiet Rage (bsf!Johnny x Reader)

SCENARIOS

Nct members who would win in a fight

Nct members who I know would love a thick bixch

Nct members who would spoil tf out of their s/o

Nct members who would mark you in hard-to-hide places

My top five Nct 127 members with a high s3x drive

Nct members I think would be scary when angry..and why

Nct127 members who would love it if you sat on their face

Nct127 members who have pain k!nks

Nct127 members who are sadists

The ass smackers in Nct

Four NCT members who would get turned on at the most inconvenient moments

NCT127 members and their favorite things during s3x

How NCT 127 members tell you they’re horny

Which NCT 127 members are rough during s3x and which ones aren't

Nct 127 members who would be able to handle you throwing it back

Nct127 Members during a heated argument

NCT127 Sugar Daddy Ratings

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The type to (Series)

Taeyong

Doyoung

Most possessive members of NCT

NCT127 Members who like it RAW

NCT127 Members and places they would f4ck you

NCT127 MEMBERS AND ROUGH S3X

MTL

NCT127 kinkiest members

CALLING YOU MOMMY (ALL UNITS)

REACTIONS

How Jaehyun would be with an inexperienced lover

First time with Yuta

How I think NCT127 would act if somebody was badmouthing their s/o

NCT 127 F*CKABILITY SCALE

NCT DREAM F*CKABILITY SCALE

WAYV KUN HARD THOUGHTS

HARD and SOFT THOUGHTS

1 Doyoung (soft)

2 Yuta (hard)

3 Mark (hard)

4 Jaemin (soft)

5 Yuta (hard)

6 Taeyong (hard)

7 Doyoung (Hard)

SEVENTEEN

SEVENTEEN members who are praisers, beggers or pleasers

Insecurities (Vernon x Chubby!reader)

STRAY KIDS

Insecurities (Bang Chan x chubby!reader)

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MASTERLIST: //KPOP MLIST CLOSED//

NCT:

NCT 127:

Yuta X reader- Fluster (F) (UNDERRATED LINE SERIES)

Johnny X reader- Fact Check (F)

Jungwoo X reader- Angst (currently editing)

NCT DREAM:

Haechan X Reader- I'll Protect You(F)

Haechan X f idol!Reader- Oblivious Pt.1 and P1.2

Nct Dream as Random Texts bw me and my bf (Crack, F)

Nct Dream Giving their gfs Princess treatment (Crack, F)

Na Jaemin X Reader- Gimme a hug (F)

WAYV:

Winwin X Reader: Unexpected Surprise (A)

Yangyang and Chenle Love languages (UNDERRATED LINE SERIES)

STRAY KIDS:

Skz Reaction: You having the same bday as them (F)

Lee Know X Reader- Glimpse of Us (A)

Bangchan X Reader- Silent Cry (Hurt comfort)

TOMORROW X TOGETHER:

TXT reaction: When its exam time and you're mentally drained

BTS:

Suga X reader- Muse

OPTIONAL:

Petty (A)

SOLO ARTISTS:

Lucas X m!reader- Mafia X Chaebol family AU (A, F, Suggestive)

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ANIME: (Reqs open)

JUJUTSU KAISEN-

Keep Calm- Gojo x reader angst- pt1, pt2

[urauntiefaye]

~MasterList~

Emoji Guide: 🔞=NSFW, 🌸=Fluff, 🔪=Yandere, 🖤=Mafia, 🧛=Vampire Au, 🐺=Werewolf Au, 💛=Hybrid Au, 👹=Crack, ❤️‍🩹=Angst

Enhypen

Legal Line 

-None Yet-

Heesung

-None Yet-

Jay 

-None Yet-

Jake

To Be Kidnapped Teaser🔪

Sunghoon

-None Yet-

Sunoo

-None Yet-

Jungwon 

-None Yet-

&Team

Legal Line:

-Legal Line Hard Thought 10:48🔞-

First Time With &Team Legal Line🔞

&Team as Yanderes(Not including Maki)🔞🔪

K

-Hard Thoughts: 12:26🔞 -

-Hard Thoughts 11:39🔞-

Fuma

-Hard Thoughts: 10:22🔞-

Nicholas

8:16🔞

Those Two Little Lines ❤️‍🩹🌸

Breeding Kink with Nicholas 🔞

EJ

-None Yet-

Yuma

-Hard Thoughts: 1:20🔞-

8:48 Jealous FWB Yuma 🔞🌸

Jo

You Will Be Mine 🔞👑

1:42 Jo Asakura 🔞

Slow it Down 🔞

Harua

-None Yet-

Taki

-None Yet-

-BoyNextDoor-

Legal Line: 

MtoL "Make Eye Contact During It"

First Time With Legal Line 🌸🔞

Boy Next Door When You're Too Shy To Ask 🔞

Boy Next Door When You're Sad🌸❤️‍🩹

Jaehyun

Soft Sex🔞🌸

Sungho

-None Yet- 

Riwoo

-None Yet-

Taesan

7:07

Possessive!Taesan 🔞

Rich!Boyfriend Taesan 🔞

8:20 🔞

Leehan

OneShot: Enemies~ NSFW  🔞

2:11

Frat!Boy Leehan 🔞

-P1Harmony-

Legal Line: 

First Time With P1harmony🔞

Keeho

-None Yet-

Theo

-None Yet-

Jiung

-None Yet-

Intak

-None Yet-

The Boyz

All Members

-None Yet-

Sangyeon

-None Yet-

Jacob

-None Yet-

Younghoon

-None Yet-

Hyunjae

-None Yet-

Juyeon

-None Yet-

Kevin

-None Yet-

New(Chanhee)

-None Yet-

Q(Changmin)

-None Yet-

Haknyeon

-None Yet-

Sunwoo

-None Yet-

Eric

-None Yet-

NCT 127 

All Members

-None Yet-

Taeyong

-None Yet-

Johnny 

-None Yet-

Yuta

-None Yet-

Doyoung

-None Yet-

Jaehyun 

-None Yet-

Jungwoo

-None Yet-

(Mark and Haechan will be with the Dreamies)

NCT Dream

All Members

-None Yet-

Mark

-None Yet-

Renjun

-None Yet-

Jeno

-None Yet-

Haechan

-None Yet-

Jaemin

-None Yet-

Chenle 

-None Yet-

Jisung

-None Yet-

Wayv

All Members

-None Yet-

Kun

-None Yet-

Ten

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WinWin

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Xiaojun

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Hendery

-None Yet-

YangYang

-None Yet-

-WIPS/To Be Uploaded-

-Reactions/Imagines- 

Full Fanfictions/Stories

[multifandomslxt]

I keep telling people that his footwork is insaneeeeee.

He isn't talked about as much as the other dancers in the group and it needs to be addressed. Lee Haechan is a fucking Dance Prodigy

i feel like i’m so unnormal about haechan vocals on here all the time but i need you to know i’m also super unnormal about haechan dancing…… bro is fucking graceful

[yankpop]

Yandere NCT Masterlist

Be aware that these are fiction works made for entertainment purposes.

These are DARK/YANDERE works so READ THE WARNINGS at the beginning. I do not support any of these toxic behaviours.

Reader is always female. 

DRABBLES/IMAGINES

◼  You say you hate him ( Mafia! Taeyong )

You tell you captor that you hate him and that was not a good idea.

◼ You try to break up ( Johnny ) 

Your attempt of breaking up with your boyfriend doesn’t go so well.

◼ He cheats on you (Jaehyun) 

You catch your boyfriend Jaehyun cheating and try to leave him, but things take a surprising turn. (Requested)

◼ He meets you  (Jisung)

Short and older Y/N (Requested) 

◼ He breaks in (Haechan) + Part 2 

Haechan gets tired of waiting for you, so he breaks into your apartment.

◼ Sweet moment (Shotaro) 

Just a small sweet moment between you and Shotaro (requested)

◼ He’s an online stalker (Taeil)  + Part 2

You have a very dedicated online stalker and he’s not going anywhere.

◼ Voyeur Yuta 

Yuta has a thing for spying you from afar. (Requested)

◼ Hurting himself for your attention (Jeno)

You help out a friend who’s hurt by an accident, but little do you know that it was no accident.

◼ You go on a date with someone else (Jaemin) 

Your best friend doesn’t take it lightly when you lie to him about going on a date with someone else.

◼ OT6 (Dream)

Taeyong tries to get between you and the boys and that’s something they won’t tolerate.

◼ Overprotective during your pregnancy (Kun) 

Your “husband” wants your unborn baby to be healthy and for that, he’s willing to manipulate you until he gets what he wants.

College Universe 

◼ Bully Mark + Part 2 + Part 3 + Part 4 + Part 5 + Part 6

Mark wants to take you to prom and he won’t take no as an answer (Requested)

◼ ?

REACTIONS/SCENARIOS

127 

◼ You only speak English

◼ When you wear revealing clothes 

Dream

◼ You fake being sick 

◼ You lie to them 

◼ You ask them for a pregnancy test 

◼ You’re dating another member 

◼ Forcing you to marry them

◼ Fake chats #1

U 

◼ You curse at him (Make a wish unit)

◼ You’re on birth control (Make a wish unit) 

◼ You hurt them to escape (Let’s play ball unit) 

◼ You want to become an idol (Let’s play ball unit) 

◼ You realize how toxic they are (90′s Love unit) 

◼ Other member notices his yandere behavior (From Home Unit) 

WayV

◼ Not wanting them to hold you 

MTL (Most to Least) 

◼ To kidnap you (Dream) 

◼ To become controlling fast (Dream) 

◼ To spoil his s/o (127)

[luviestarz]

nct pt 2

tyonfs masterlist (nct)

NCT FF RECOS

nsheetee’s masterlist (nct)

jenonctcity masterlist (nct)

loviejaehyun masterlist (nct)

gohyuck masterlist (nct)

babyflossy masterlist (nct)

nct fic recs

imagine — making out with nct 127 (m)

holy-hyuck masterlist (nct)

mafia-nct masterlist (nct)

Got Stars in My Eyes - haechan

otptings masterlist (nct, enhypen)

huangels masterlist (nct)

99liners masterlist (nct)

cuteyongs masterlist (nct)

astroyongie masterlist (nct)

[8:02pm] - haechan

in which a spontaneous dance in the kitchen with donghyuck sparks a revelation about how you feel about him.

Scenario — 00 line (dream) reaction to their partner giving them head while they play a game

yunopouts masterlist (nct)

nct dream playing the chapstick challenge

NCT Dream + Sungtaro reaction: their S/O is ticklish

[5 : 18] Yandere!Mark Lee

@flameravn

『 ‎ ‎Ƕąҽçհąղ / ϚէąӀҟҽɾ 』

Haechan breaks into your house, sexual fantasies.

Yandere!Haechan The Sun

NCT Drabbles Mini Masterlist Part 4 (yandere)

﹟♡ ·  ⁺ yandere!NCT DREAM﹕ how they met their s/o.

LUCID | NCT DREAM ‘00 LINE X READER

bluejaem-recs (nct fic recs)

beware the panty perv ♡ ldh x reader

there’s a mystery at hand! it seems like your panties have been vanishing into thin air whenever you need them most? angry that your favorite pairs of panties are going missing, you decide to put on your detective hat in hopes of finding the mysterious lingerie bandit. but between all of the guys that you sleep with— you can’t seem to pinpoint who the culprit could be. it couldn’t possibly be your absolute geek of a tutor for calculus, right? nah.

pussy fiend (l.dh)

3raaaachachacha masterlist (nct,txt,enhypen)

waking you up with sex － nct dream

SMILE FOR THE CAMERA - jisung, haechan

upon accidentally finding a video of you and your boyfriend haechan doing some very sexual things, jisung knows that he shouldn’t watch it. he knows that it would be an extreme invasion of privacy, but he’s unable to control himself when he sees the thumbnail. so he settles for only watching 30 seconds. except, 30 seconds turns into 30 minutes, and by then he’s buried himself too deep into a life-changing situation—or in which jisung’s terrible at keeping secrets.

jeontaeil masterlist (nct)

𝐭𝐢𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

after spending some time scrolling on tik tok, you came across a cute couple’s prank video and decided to use it on your partner to see his reaction.

saying “its hot in here” and then undressing in front of my bf - haechan

Haechan + blindfold

september 19. - haechan

Inseparable - Slight Yandere!Haechan X Reader

Haechan Fic Recs

Nct Fic Recs || All fics

— a few perv!jisung thoughts <3

nct drabbles masterlist

NCT DREAM + SIMPLE ACTS OF LOVE ! 

Warm You Up - haechan

SURE THING (L.DH)

young gods (l.dh)

in the midst of committing felonies in the dark, lee donghyuck—your literal partner in crime and ride or die for life—manages to snag your heart in the process without you even realizing it. i mean, what the hell did you expect from seoul city’s most notorious robber?

tooth-rotting love - haechan

[7:43am] - haechan

[7:07 pm] - haechan

three’s a crowd [m] - haechan, jeno

maybe you can have your cake and eat it too, although your friends certainly don’t make it easy.

haechan obsessed with you

bf!haechan x (f) reader — bondage, masturbation (m)

dry humping - jisung

[11:42 PM] - jisung

the right one. (m) - haechan

donghyuck doesn’t like you going on dates with anyone else, especially lee jeno. you’re supposed to be his. and only his.

Haechan As A Boyfriend

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

nct dream as couple things (that make other people feel sick to their stomachs)

thigh riding with dom jisung

[11:27 PM] - jisung i.l.y. (pt 2)

hyuck drabble (m)

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

NCT 00 LINE REACTION TO YOU WALKING UP TO THEM NAKED !

NCT 00 LINE + FINDING OUT THEIR S/O IS INTO SOMNOPHILIA !

When They Get Overprotective Of You ~ NCT Dream Reaction

NCT 00 LINE REACTION TO THEIR S/O MAKING THE FIRST MOVE !

Hey baby! You are hotter than Apollo at dawn - haechan

°✵.｡.✰ 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 ✰.｡.✵° - chenle-dressed-in-black

[giannan04]

Hi everyone! I’m Gianna, and while I've been a K-pop fan since 2014, this is my first time diving into writing and posting fanfiction, oneshots, headcanons, reactions, and more.🥰

I’m always open to requests and will also share my own ideas. While I respect so many idols and groups, I can’t cover them all. Here are the groups I focus on:

-Enhypen

- Stray Kids

- Ateez

-Seventeen

-TXT

- NCT (Dream, 127, WayV, NO TAEIL🤢)

I’m pretty open-minded about the content I create, but please note:

- No smut involving minors (readers or idols). I will write for minors (fluff, angst, etc but NOT SMUT)

- No pet play. (Such as the reader acting like an animal)

Most of my works will feature female readers ( I like when my readers can imagine themselves, as the main character so I don’t create OCs (unless someone requests I use their name!). I use “y/n” or “reader.” However I’m happy to write for male and gender-neutral readers upon request!

Feel free to request any content you want, aside from the limitations above. I enjoy writing all kinds of smut, fluff, and various AUs. My favorites are yandere AUs, mafia AUs, and dark horror AUs.

I hope you enjoy my writing! 🥹💕

[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

Requests back open!!

Hey guys! I’m officially back on my full writing binge so please feel free to send me any Reaction or Drabble or One Shot requests you have! I write for a lot of different groups! I’m officially not going to write for Big Bang anymore though, just because it’s too much drama at this point. I still love them and I still listen to their music, but it’s difficult. I might add TXT and NCT 127 later, but I don’t know them well enough yet.

BTS

Got7

Monsta X

Nu’est (Yes I’m keeping my boys, even though they disbanded)

Stray Kids

Ateez

AOMG

H1ghr Music

Ikon

Winner

DPR

I don’t mind doing any kind of fantasy stuff or angsty or smutty. I don’t really care. I am an adult, 27, so I’m pretty loose in what I write. I’m getting into stuff like Mafia AUs and Hybrid AUs and Werewolf AUs so I don’t mind requests about stuff like that too! I’ll have an updated Masterlist with my new stuff soon! Thanks for your time!

-Brea

[softsan]

˚ 🥀⊹ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄. (𝐩𝐭.𝟒)

✉️ ・ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

✉️ ・ ── 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬: | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

✉️ ・ ── 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐲/𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

✉️ ・ ── 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Mafia AU, Angst, Kingpin!Taeyong, Queenpin!Y/N, Fem!Reader, Childhood friends, Betrayal, Enemies to lovers, Eventual Smut. ✉️ ・ ── 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:  You were the only surviving heir of the old-time Mafia kingpin that had ruled the four territories. You were long thought to be dead, living the normal life you had always wanted...Until you run into a Taeyong, a formidable ghost from your past. You are then thrown back into the Mafia underbelly, reuniting with enemies you had hoped had forgotten you. Will you run away? Will you stand beside Taeyong, kingpin of the North, and be his queen? Or will you take your rightful revenge.

✉️ ・ ── 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Possessive Themes, Future Explicit Sexual Content, Murder, Kidnapping, Strangulation, Torture, Weapons, Graphic Violence, Heavy Angst, Explicit Language, Alcohol Consumption, Mentions of Drugs, Betrayal, Morally Grey Characters.

✉️ ・ ── 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

Past.

A dream. This must all be a dream.

An older man sporting a beard took a seat beside your hospital bed. His forehead was creased, his knuckles white from holding onto the chair’s arms too tightly.

You let out a sudden gasp, your eyes bursting open. Your pupils beaded around the room in an attempt to establish your surroundings.

Where am I? Your cracked lips, slightly parting.

“Don’t try to speak,” The bearded man stood up immediately, “You're okay,” He reached for your bruised hand to offer you some comfort.  

You flinched, your face twisting with fright.

The bearded man hastily retracted his hand, the creases on his forehead increasing, “Please don’t be startled. We won’t hurt you.” He pointed to himself, and the young girl seated across from you, “I promise.”

You didn’t believe in promises. Not anymore. Nonetheless, you studied the young girl who was sitting cross-legged. She appeared to be a couple of years younger than you. She was softly humming, preoccupied with what looked like a miniature electrical motor. She had disassembled the metal parts and was bending and shaping the wires with a pair of eyebrow tweezers. The lack of attention she heeded towards you, made you feel a little better.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself, honey,” The bearded man told his daughter, noting your interest.

“Yebin,” She mumbled, sparing you a short glance.

“We were the ones that found you,” The bearded man continued, “We were the ones to bring you to the hospital," He gave a short pause, "Do you remember?”

You didn’t. You tried to shake your head from side to side, however, you were prevented by a searing pain that ran down your neck.

The barbed wire. Your weak wrist lifted your trembling hand, to the base of your neck. It was wrapped in bandages and supported by a brace.

“This isn’t a dream,” Your voice came out dry and coarse.

The man’s eyes lowered, and his brow knitted together.

“No this isn’t a dream, dear.” He eventually replied.

Your home. Your family.

Your eyes began to water, you closed them to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks.

Everything you had ever loved was now gone. 

Present.

His arm loosely rested over yours. He slept soundlessly beside you, his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks. You banished the urge to stroke down his nose.

His features were sharper, his cheekbones more pronounced than you remembered.

Taeyong’s phone vibrated from his shirt pocket. He grumbled, vexed to be awoken from his peaceful slumber. He yawned, slowly opening his eyes.

Your eyes locked onto his, his gaze softening at the sight of you.  

He bit down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling. He never imagined he would one day wake up to such a cherished sight.

“Your phone is ringing.” You finally commented, breaking the silence.

Taeyong sighed, digging for his phone, and placing it against his ear.

You watched his expression change. Something had gone very wrong.

“I’ll be there.” He gritted through his teeth.

Never in a million years would he foresee something like this occurring. He hung up the phone, gently untangling his limbs from yours.

“I have to go.” He said regrettably.

You had watched how Taeyong’s face had darkened, you were almost compelled to ask him what had happened. Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait too long to find out.  

“There’s an incident on the grounds, an intruder…” He mumbled, sitting upright, “I should be back soon.” He looked for his shoes.

What he had left out was that the intruder had been shot and was now bleeding out. Mark was now at the scene trying to calm a hysterical Haechan who had tried to shield the intruder from the firing guards.

He’s leaving? Your mind was spinning, it would be the first time in days since he’d left you alone. If you had any chance at an escape, it had to be now.

“Can I take a shower?” You quickly pipped, noticing how he had picked up the restraints he’d previously used to tie you up.

Taeyong paused, a hint of suspicion behind his gaze.

“Please,” You sat up, “I’ll just use your bathroom.” You pointed to the connecting ensuite.

“You won’t try anything stupid?”

“I won’t.” You battered your eyelashes.

“There are guards just outside your door.” He warned, “I’ve also installed bars on the windows and barricaded the balcony.”

You didn’t respond.  

He finally nodded, “There are some towels in the cupboard. I’ll be only gone for a little bit.”

He hesitantly left you, his face trained on you as he closed the door behind him.

You let out a sigh of relief, hopping off the bed immediately.

You cast around Taeyong’s room, double-checking the windows. Alas, Taeyong was right, he had indeed blocked off any possible exit. You began foraging on shelves and looking through drawers. You were searching for anything that could aid you, something that could at least offer you some kind of leverage.

You entered Taeyong's bathroom. It was spotless, from the polished marble tiles to the neatly organized toiletries. If you could perhaps get your hands on a weapon? Could you possibly get Taeyong in a vulnerable position and negotiate your freedom?

In desperation, your eyes circled the mirror. You inwardly groaned, disliking the idea that came to mind.

Nonetheless, you decided to follow through. You turned on the knob for the shower. Steam gushed into the air, as water droplets sprayed onto your arms. You hoped the running water would drown out the sound of what you planned to do next.  

You reached for a relatively full bottle of shampoo and a hand towel, wrapping the towel around your knuckles.

As hard as you can. You demanded yourself, smashing the shampoo bottle in the bottom corner of the bathroom’s mirror. Your hand protested, a striking hot jolt running down your wrists. Your hands were still in bad shape from your last failed getaway.

After some hard jabs, a crack lacerated up the mirror’s surface. You continued until you were able to snap off a jagged piece.

“I’ve done it.” You commented in disbelief, “I’ve actually done it.”

You looked back at the cracked mirror. A pair of dreadful eyes leering from behind you. Your blood ran cold.  

“Y/N” The stranger almost sang your name.

Past.

“What’s this old thing?” Johnny twirled around a raggedy handbook.

Johnny let out a squawk. Taeyong had not so graciously pushed Johnny off his stool, snatching back his book.

Johnny scrambled back to his feet, exchanging bewildered looks with their retrieval specialist Jaehyun.

“What’s inside?”

“None of your business.” Taeyong dusted the cover, carefully tucking it inside his suit jacket.

“Now I’m even more curious,” Johnny whined. “Let us have a look!”

Taeyong waved a hand to dismiss them both.

“Let’s go, he’s clearly not in the mood,” Jaehyun clapped his hand on Johnny’s shoulder, directing a protesting Johnny towards the door.  

Taeyong waited for the both of them to be out of sight before carefully bringing out the handbook again.

Y/N. Sadness reflected in his eyes as he traced where you had etched your name. This raggedy handbook had once belonged to you. You had used it almost as a scrapbook during the last summer of your life.

He flipped the first page, his lips curving into a crestfallen smile. It was all he had left of you. The years after your passing had been long and tiresome. He could feel the only good memories he possessed begin to fade with time and he feared he’d one day come to forget you.  

On the first page was a polaroid of you with a stray cat. One that had snuck over the back wall and into the gardens. You held the cat with a childlike delight as it nestled closer to your chest. You had named it Tyong—after him.

The next page was cut-outs from magazines, a bucket list of things you wanted to do, and places you wanted to go. He chuckled at the roughly cut image of a famous beach. You had always wanted to see that sea and sand. You had even made him promise that he’d one day take you to one and the two of you would build a sandcastle together.

Taeyong halted on the third page. His lip quivered.

It contained three polaroids of you and him.

The first one was of you poking his cheeks and encouraging him to smile for the camera. The second one was of his half-attempt at a smile, while you laughed at the awkwardness of his expression. The last one was of you and him, your arm around his shoulder and a grin on your face that reached your eyes.  

He brushed his finger over the final photograph of you.

He’d never admit how much he missed you.

Your smile.

Your laugh.

Everything about you...

There just wasn’t anyone else in this world that could be compared to you in his eyes.

Present.

“It’s really you.” The stranger grasped onto your arm. You tried to shake him off, but his birdlike grip only tightened, his fingernails digging into your skin.

“Who are you?” You desperately squirmed.

You felt the mirror burrow into your palm. You winced as the bandages began to stain red.

“You can call me Nait Sabes.” He crudely smirked, “I’m here to help you.”

“Help?” You questioned his absurdity, you didn’t believe it for a second.

The unfamiliar man was dressed in a wrinkled guard’s uniform. He sported a black, leather holster and set of keys which jangled when he moved.

Regardless of the uniform, he certainly wasn’t a guard. You had subtly observed Taeyong’s other guards over time. They were obedient. They were silent figures that lurked in the background. The man before you, however, projected prowess. He stood with confidence, one which was vain and self-assured.

“The precious daughter of the kingpin of the old, the true heir to the four territories.” You disliked the sing-song way he spoke.

“For a dead princess you’re not quite dead, are you?”

You caught the sadist glint behind his stare.

“You must be terribly disappointed,” You were surprised by your own boldness.

“Oh no,” The man tilted his head, smiling, “Things have finally gotten interesting.” He cruelly twisted your hand.

You held back a cry. The shade of mirror embedded deeper into your bandages.

“I see we want to escape.” He nudged his chin towards your hand, “But running from someone like Taeyong, now that would end horribly for you.”

“Let me go.” You helplessly ground your teeth.

“You know, you only really have two options.” His smile grew, exposing his yellow teeth. “Taeyong has hundreds of men at his disposal, do you really think he couldn’t overpower you?”

“What do you suggest then?” You barely managed to murmur.

“Forgive him for all he’s done and live happily ever after,” He gleamed, softening the hold on your hands “Well, at least for a while…”

“A while?”

He laughed, “He’ll grow tired of you and discard you like the rest.”

You lowered your gaze.

“Or you could make your late father proud.” He sang, “You could take your revenge. You can steal all of his riches and obtain all of his power. You could even break his heart as he did yours.”

You shook Nait’s hand off again, this time he let you go.

“I don’t want revenge,” You stated earnestly, “I just want my past to be my past.”

“Naïve, little Y/N.” Nait shook his head, “There’s no letting go of one's past.” He echoed. 

Taeyong hurriedly jogged up the staircase, taking the first left towards his bedroom at the end of the hall. An anxiousness was bubbling, a sickening sensation swirling in his stomach something must have gone horribly wrong. 

I shouldn’t have left her here alone. 

As he approached, he noticed the mutilated bodies of two guards. Their limbs were crushed by the blow of bullets, their wounds leaking a stream of scarlet over the Persian rug. One of the guards had been stripped of his uniform, and his holstered weapon was also stolen. Taeyong’s eyes bulged, sprinting. He furiously punched in the keycode from his bedroom, slamming open the door. 

His head moved frantically, side to side. You were nowhere to be seen. He went deeper noticing the bathroom door closed halfway. The color drained from his face, his chest pounding harder. 

He pushed back the door to be greeted by a scene of red. Blood stained the porcelain tiles, blood painted the basin, and splattered upward towards the cracked mirror.  You lay in the fetal position, your chest heaving for breath. 

Taeyong fell to the ground, scooping you up into his arms. Your skin was cold and clammy to the touch. Blood had mattered your hair, and the lesion from your temple continued to bleed profusely. 

“Y/N?” He called. “Y/N?” He cried, his voice breaking, his body rocking you back and forth.

His shaking hand reached for a towel, pressing it against your wound. He tried to apply pressure, but the towel quickly soaked up the gushing blood. His head rested by yours, whispering reassuring words against your chin. 

You’re going to be all right Y/N. You're going to be all right.

"Stay with me Y/N." He helplessly pled.

NETWORKS: -​

MONI’S NOTE: Here comes part 4 hehe from here on there will be more and more changes from my previous story. I hope you enjoy this new part. Please remember to reblog, like, & comment!

TAGLIST: @scuzmunkie, @tyongluvs, @blackswann-53098, @straykidsftnct, @justineasian, @jaehyunpeachyy, @advent-entertainment, @traint0tokyo, @saint-atlas

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[dojae-huh]

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Finally we knw who is the culprit...haha..it is always funny dy tries to defend himself...but why does them always make him the centre when it comes to smthng like this?? Coz he makes things interesting or he wont take the accusations seriously ??idk..

But he does made this content really interesting...like when he abt to get caught he said he wont drink beer if he is the one who killed....haha...he was lying through his teeth...

But I have a dbt from 36.50 he was accusing haechan but he must have said smthng afterwards thats why mark was really shocked and asked dy can you take responsibility for what you said..but what dy said was edited out...after that he said abt giving up on beer and soju..mark was also shocked...I kinda curious...he must have said he would leave nct maybe...haha...he is kinda daring tho...

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Hm, it seems to me it was Mark's reaction to the beer thing. They just used one of Mark's exclamations before Do's words. Do's words really made Mark doubt, which wouldn't happen if Do said something else before which obviously was not possible/unthinkable to do. Plus, everyone were gathered around the board again.

127 changing their answers multiple times was the best part for me. They often break the rules of the game to make the content more chaotic and entertaining, but this time around they made it seemlessly. It also was fun how it looked like everyone just ganged up on Do as usual (especially when Tae was lining up all the pieces against his name without consulting others), but it was really his character. I guess the staff was aiming for it.

At one point I thought Jae knew/strongly suspected it was Do but didn't vote for him (in the first round). They kind of laughed looking at each other with mutual understanding. I can be mistaken, but Jaehyun is usually is very good with mafia type of games.

[i-growl-growl-growl]

Yandere + Mafia NCT 127 Reacts: Their S/O playfully hides from them

Req:  can you do an imagine with yandere mafia NCT 127 in which you try to escape from them and start to play chase and hide and seek, and when they find you hiding they’re shock to see you in tears and suddenly showing affection?

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Warnings: Yandere themes, mafia themes. 

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Taeyong:

Taeyong would be pissed off at you running away until he hears you giggling when he almost catches you before you manage to hide again. Realizing that you meant it as a game and not actually you trying to escape. He’ll play cat and mouse games like this with you all day though, well as long as it wasn’t an actual escape attempt. When he finds you crying, however, he’s taken aback. Anger that would usually be directed towards you flaring up, but for once not at you.

“Why are you crying Y/N? Did someone hurt or scare you?” 

He was the only one allowed to bring you pain or fear, and he’d make sure anyone else who did this to you...if it had been someone else, would suffer.

Taeil:

Taeil usually had the patience to put up with you and your games, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t strict with you. He’d play for a bit, however, once he said it was time for the game to be done he expected you to listen. When you didn’t he would get a bit fed up.

“I told you it was time to stop. This is what happens when you don’t listen to me Y/N. You’re lucky this is all it is. Now come on and listen, or I’ll really give you a reason to cry.”

Just because he’s firm with you though doesn’t mean he wouldn’t ensure that hadn’t been an outside cause for your distress. It would be quietly resolved though, without you ever knowing.

Johnny:

Johnny would be livid thinking you had attempted to escape. Not caring if it really was just a game for you. The only hope you had would be to listen the first time he yells for you to come to him...even if you were playing. When he finds you crying he’ll resolve the problem before taking you back to the bedroom and locking the door to have a firm talk with you, perhaps among other things.

“If you want to play then say so! Don’t you dare ever make me think you’re running away again or the reason you’ll be crying will be thanks to me! I can promise you that much Y/N...now why don’t you prove to me that you don’t want to be anywhere else than by my side?”

Yuta:

Yuta would have caught onto the meaning behind your “escape attempt” pretty quick, having watched you on the cameras with a small smirk. If you wanted to play, then fine he’d play. He’d know full well where you were hiding, but he’d walk right past without saying or doing anything to confuse you. Until he came a little too close only to scare you into bolting out to find another spot, he’d set a trap to catch you though and while it worked it also scared you. Yuta chuckles and wiped away your tears, moving to carry you to the bathroom to care for the scrap on your knee now.

“You’re okay Y/N, everything’s fine. This is what happens when you try to outsmart me. Let it be a lesson to never actually try to get away. Still...I had fun, so after we get you cleaned up we can play another game together, hm?”

Doyoung:

Doyoung would not be amused by your attics. He wanted to spend time with his precious angel, not chase them around trying to find them. He’d get a little huffy and fed up, eventually just attempting to settle in to watch a movie with the hopes that the smell of food and appealing sound of the tv would lure you out soon. Until he heard a cry anyways. Going to you only to realize that early into your little game you’d managed to lock yourself into a closet on accident and that’s why you’d never come out when he’d called or anything.

“This is what happens when you play these ridiculous games Y/N. I should leave you in there longer, but I’m feeling nice and am going to assume you’ve learned enough of a lesson for today. Now you’re going to be calm with me for the rest of the day like a good girl/boy.”

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun would humor you for a little bit, knowing that being in the house all the time even alone fairly often left you with a lot of pent up energy. So he’d chase you around for a little bit and let you get some of that out. Like Taeil though he expected you to give it up as soon as he said so. When you didn’t he’d just walk away, giving you the perfect opportunity to hide. Something he soon would have told you to do anyways when some of his enemies drove by shooting at your home. Him finding you in tears.

“They’re gone now Y/N, are you hurt? You’re safe with me. That’s why you need to come to me when I call you. If you listen and stay close to me you’ll be okay, otherwise I can’t keep you safe. You understand, right?”

Jungwoo:

Jungwoo like Jaehyun understands you have pent up energy, but he’ll more of watch you run around than chase you around. Eventually he’ll stumble across where you are only to find you crying which confuses him. Though he’s pleased to find out you were crying because you though he didn’t care about you enough to look for you. His heart swelling at the thought that you cared about his feelings for you and that you wanted him to come to you.

“I was just tired Y/N that’s all. I did all this for you though, would I do that if I didn’t care about you?...I guess I can play with you for a little bit though. Go on hide again. I’ll come find you this time.”

Mark:

Mark is another one who would not be amused. He’s strict, but he’s made it clear what is expected of you and this isn’t it. Not to mention the fact that he came home to ensure you were safe not to play these games. The door slamming and yelling had spooked you enough to make you cry. Mark wasn’t too fazed by that however, instead grabbing your arm and dragging you to the basement to lock you in a room down there.

“I come here to protect you and this is how you repay me? You’ll stay down here where I won’t have to hunt you down until it’s safe. Then when I get back you and I are going to figure out how to deal with your disobedience and lack of listening skills.”

Haechan:

Haechan will play with you, but he’ll catch up quickly. Which is part of why he was so shocked to find you crying when he did catch up to you.

“Did you trip and hurt yourself or something Y/N? What happened?”

When he finds out that he wasn’t the first person to find your hiding spot, but instead one of his men did with their gun drawn and scared you like this that man would suffer. Though he was a little grateful, as fun as these little games were with you he liked how you clung desperately onto him in your terrified state. So the man would probably live, albeit and unpleasant life, but a life nonetheless.

Winwin:

Winwin knew as soon as you started this little game it would lead to trouble, in fact that was the only reason he played along. He knew it would lead to some kind of situation that would have you running into his arms and he craved that. So when he found you only for you to jump out of the spot and into his arms crying he smirked to himself, loving the fact that he had been right the whole time.

“It’s alright Y/N. I’m here to protect you. That’s why you’re here in my arms, where it’s safe. I won’t ever let you go, so you have nothing to fear but me.”

-Bre

[writemekpop]

R U Ridin’? | Lee Taeyong

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x Reader

Summary: Taeyong is a mafia boss, and he hides it from you... but what happens when his secret gets revealed? 

Genre: Mafia AU, Single mom!Y/n

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Mentions of guns, a rocky relationship, Taeyong being a stepdad, suggestive content

Gif:​ @weishenz

“Boss, we gotta pull over!”

Jaehyun runs a red light and swerves around a car that’s broken down in the middle of the motorway. Somebody honks.

In the passenger seat, Taeyong grabs his buzzed scalp with one hand. 

“Keep goin’,” he growls. 

Jaehyun doesn’t protest. When a mafia boss makes an order, you listen. 

As they zig-zag around the cars on the motorway, Taeyong’s only worry is that he’s late to date night with you. 39 minutes late, to be exact.

Jaehyun parks outside of your white-washed apartment block, and Taeyong jumps out of the car.  

He has approximately one minute to transform from mafia boss into loving boyfriend – there’s no way you can know about his real job. 

He swaps his black t-shirt and leather jacket for a blue cotton shirt with the sleeves pulled up to the elbow. 

Dammit. A bruise purples his jaw, but there’s nothing he can do about that. 

He runs up to your apartment. You answer the door at the third ring. 

“Mae! Help your sister with her shoes, please!” you shout, before turning to Taeyong. 

You stare at him blankly. “What the hell are you doing here?” you ask, hand on your hip. 

If one of his boys talked to him like that, Taeyong would punch them in the face. But this is you – the one beautiful, pure thing in his life. He’s determined not to mess this up. 

“I’m a bit late for date night, mama,” he whispers.

“Date night was last night, Taeyong! I waited for you in that stupid Chinese restaurant for three hours!”

Taeyong bites his lip. That’s bad. “It’s not cool about yesterday.” He forces the word out of his throat, just for you. “S- S- sorry?”

What you say next sends shivers down Taeyong’s spine. 

“Look… you and me, it’s not working out. Maybe we should-“

Taeyong’s heart is crumbling, crumpling like a piece of paper in his fist at the back of Maths class. 

You’re interrupted when your six-year-old daughter Mae runs in and clings to your leg. 

“Eww… it’s the bogey man, mommy! Make him go away…”

You shake your head. “I’m sorry, Taeyong. My kids are my life, and…well? They hate you.”

Your phone rings, and you hold your phone to your ear with your shoulder. “Ugh, the sitter cancelled and now the agency say they’re fully booked up. I have that business dinner in 1 hour. 1! Hour!”

An idea springs into Taeyong’s mind. “I can watch ‘em for you.”

You smile. “Nice one, Yong. But you can’t handle it.”

Taeyong shakes his head wildly. “Yes, I can! I swear, I’ll be a million times better than that piece-of-shit sitter. Promise, baby, one night and your girls will love me.” 

You narrow your eyes, sizing him up. After a moment, you sigh, and say, “Fine. But this is literally because if I don’t go to this dinner, I’ll lose this client and I’ll get fired for sure. But no TV after dinner, you hear me? And none of that candy trash.”

You kneel down, pull your twin daughters’ heads close and kiss them. “Maya? Mae? Taeyong’s gonna be looking after you tonight, okay?”

Maya sticks her tongue out at Taeyong. “Nooooo please! He’s,” her voice drops to a whisper, “scawy.”

You smile and roll your eyes. “He works at a toy shop, baby. How scary can he be?”

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“Now, get over here, you little-“

Taeyong chases after Maya with a tiny pink pair of pyjama bottoms. The little girl bounces up and down on the bed, chewing a massive Kit Kat. Chocolate is smeared all over her mouth and dress.

“Don’t wanna go bed! Wanna play!” she screams.

Taeyong’s tattooed biceps flex as he curls his fingers into fists. You didn’t mention that your kids were devils!

“Look, girl, your mama told me to get you in bed by 8…” 

It was almost 10:30pm. 

Mae runs up behind Taeyong and attaches herself to his leg, making him stumble forwards. 

“Ha ha!” She laughs. “Taeyo fell over, Taeyo fell over…”

Suddenly, Taeyong hears a beeping sound. Oh shit. He forgot about the damn casserole. 

With Mae still attached to his leg and about twenty sparkly pink items of clothing hanging off his body, he struggles over to the oven.

When he opens the oven door, black smoke belches out. There is no casserole – just a black lump of char. Just that moment, Mae starts to cry. 

“Hungy, hungy, hungy….”

Just as Taeyong is examining a packet of ‘fruit squeezies’, another beeping sound starts up. 

Dammit. The smoke alarm. 

Grabbing a towel, he starts frantically batting the air around the smoke alarm. Why did he offer to do this again? He’s not a dad, he’s a mafia don. Maybe some things just aren’t meant to be. Maybe people like him just can’t be with people like you…

Then, when things couldn’t get any worse, comes the last straw.

Taeyong realises that he hasn’t seen that little monster Maya in a while. 

He hears a pattering sound.

Slowly, with her tongue lolling out of her mouth, a cheeky grin shining on her cheeks… comes Maya. 

Except her underwear is now hanging over her face, her two eyes peeking naughtily through the leg holes. 

She looks straight at Taeyong… and licks the underwear.

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Taeyong couldn’t take it anymore. He really, really didn’t want to blow his toy-shop-worker cover, but he had no choice.

He had to do what he knew best. 

Now, Maya and Mae were finally quiet. 

They were sitting on the knees of Jaehyun and Yuta in the living room – Taeyong’s top men. The muscular, tattoo-covered men with hand-guns tucked into their trousers were a sharp contrast to your gentle white living room.

Jaehyun was murmuring baby nonsense in Mae’s ear as she played with his gun. Finally distracted by the shiny new object, she was quiet. 

“See? And this is how you turn it on.”

Jaehyun opened the safety with a click. Mae giggled at the sound, clapping her hands delightedly. So, Jaehyun clicked it closed again, open, closed, open… 

Mae screamed with laughter… then promptly fell asleep, making tiny snores on the rounded planes of Jaehyun’s chest. 

Yuta and Jaehyun nodded to Taeyong as they handed the girls to him, their job done. Just as Maya was slipping off, she murmured, “Taeyo… are you my daddy?”

Taeyong shook his head, his heart clutching. “No, Renjun’s your daddy.”

Jerk, he thought – but he didn’t say that. 

Maya yawned, clinging on to Taeyong’s arm. “You’ll just have to marry mommy. Then you’ll be my daddy too…”

Her eyes finally slipped shut. 

Taeyong sighed, a smile spreading over his face. See? No one could resist Lee Taeyong – not bar girls, not his men, not even 6-year-olds. 

He didn’t have long to celebrate – because you walked in to the apartment. 

“Hey, Taeyong, I wrapped up early because--“

Your eyes fell on Jaehyun and Yuta standing by the door, the guns still in their hands. 

Taeyong cursed every god, goddess and devil he knew. He’d come so close! He’d come so bloody close to winning you over!

You gasped. “What the hell are they doing here? Are those guns?” 

Taeyong squeezed your hand. “Baby, I shoulda told you-“

But you didn’t scream, cry, or storm out. 

Instead, you put one hand on your hip and sighed. “Taeyong, you seriously think that I bought your toy shop story? I know who you really are, what you really do, I mean – look at that bruise on your face! Look at the blood on those boots!”

Taeyong eyed his blood-splattered DMs. Dammit. He’d missed those. 

“So, you don’t… mind?” he stuttered. 

You smiled, walked over and kissed Taeyong. He breathed in your comforting vanilla scent. 

“Well, my babies are asleep, which means that they must like you, and… that’s all that matters to me.”

Taeyong sighed with relief. He picked up Maya, and you picked up Mae, and together you carried them to their beds. 

You and Taeyong retired to your bedroom and sat together on the bed. 

He stroked your arm gently. “I shouldn’t have I lied to ya, mama.”

Taeyong dipped his lips to your neck, kissing you in a way that made you shiver. He pushed down the straps of your dress, undressing you slowly. 

You gripped his shoulder. “I am never finding a gun in my house again, you hear me?”

Taeyong nodded. That would be easy enough. 

As long as he had you.

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The Nanny masterlist

Lee Taeyong x fem reader

preview, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, alternate ending

Genre: mafia au! dad taeyong au!

Warnings: violence, explicit language, mature themes, smut, suicide, depression, drinking, major character death,

Word Count: 3-5K per chapter

Synopsis: "my fiancée," the two words burned into your skin like a brand. You stared at yourself in the mirror, hearing those words over and over again, wondering just when you would wake from this nightmarish dream. 'The fiancée of Lee Taeyong,' the thought made you shudder, Taeyong was a handsome man, that any woman would be lucky to have, but 'I'm just his daughter's nanny, I'm just the nanny.'

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[mochamamii]

mafia!nct 127: spoiled rotten.

▹ a/n: I wrote something fluffy for once, are you guys proud of me? 😌 I’m thinking of writing this again but with a darker ending and with yandere!yuta instead.

▹ triggers: mafia!au, mentions of pregnancy and babies, yuta’s a lil selfish.

▹ pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader

▹ synopsis: you’ve spoiled yuta rotten and now he’s too persistent.

Yuta knows he’s being selfish. He just can’t help himself.

Whenever it comes to you, he can’t help but be as selfish as you’ll let him.

Which happens to be quite a lot, considering how quickly you always seem to bend to to his will.

Most recently he had brought up the topic of you quitting your job so that the two of you could finally start a family. He brought it up so casual, just naturally expecting you to agree with a smile. Like you always did.

He never would’ve imagined how immediately dismissive of the idea you were. You weren’t even trying to hear him out as he tried to persuade you with his words.

You didn’t waste anytime shutting Yuta and the conversation down. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings and make him think you didn’t ever want to have a baby with him, but you needed to be more than clear with him that you certainly weren’t ready now.

Yuta’s pride was wounded. He was one of the older ones in his organization, many of the others in the hyung line all had wives and children that were already walking. He envied them. He wanted that with you.

Wanted to turn you into his little housewife and pump you full of beautiful babies.

But you were having none of it.

It wasn’t your refusal alone that annoyed Yuta, it was your defiance and disobedience that angered him most.

You had made Yuta spoiled by never telling him no, always giving in and begrudgingly agreeing to whatever he wanted.

Yuta worried that if he let it go this one time, there’d be another time, and soon you’d be entirely out of his control.

Which was just something he couldn’t have.

You could sense Yuta’s annoyance with you without him having to explicitly tell you himself.

It angered you. It angered you that Yuta was too selfish to realize when he was asking for too much, and disrespecting your boundaries.

You tried to remain calm around him, not wanting to upset him further. You knew that it was partially your fault for letting Yuta turn into a overgrown man child who couldn’t handle rejection.

You were so in love with him to the point that you always wanted to please him and keep him happy, a silent reminder for him as to why he made the right choice by marrying you.

You knew that eventually as his wife, it wouldn’t be long before either Yuta or his parents began putting the pressure on for you to have a baby. You were prepared and excited for that time yourself.

But you and Yuta were barely a year into your marriage before he brought up the issue of children.

Yuta, despite being the more dominant one in the relationship by all outward appearances, you knew deep down that it was really you who truly ran your relationship. Yuta was lucky in that you allowed him to go around thinking he had you completely wrapped around his thumb, when really it was him that was ruled by you.

With just the wave of your hand you could get Yuta to do anything you needed or wanted. He should be grateful that you actively decided not to use the power you held over him for selfish reasons like he certainly would.

Instead, you often found yourself using it to keep him stable and grounded. Yuta was impulsive and hyper-active, often doing things on a whim without much thought or regard for the consequences that his actions carried.

It’s one of the main reasons he was so perfect for his line of work. His ability to stare danger in the face and march on was rare, a good quality to have in the crime world.

Not many people could stomach the work Yuta did, making him special, a valued asset to his organization, allowing him to quickly climb through the ranks to where he is now.

His natural talent and attraction towards the darker more seedier things in life helped him get to his high ranking position of course, but had it not been for you, the calm to his storm, the soft voice that always brought him back down to earth when he was beginning to spiral out of control, who knows where he’d even be right now.

You had to be the sensible one in the relationship. Which is why you had to be the big bad wolf and tell Yuta no to having children for now.

You weren’t ready to be a mother, and whether he’d like to admit it or not, Yuta wasn’t ready to be a father.

His work caused him to be away from you, sometimes for long periods of time. If you were going to have a baby, you needed the security of Yuta’s support and presence every step of the way.

Not to mention that you were focused on your own career. You worked your ass off to excel in your field and were just starting to see the fruits of your hard work blossom before you. A baby would only pose as a distraction, you couldn’t guarantee that you wouldn’t grow to resent your child or Yuta for forcing you to take a break from your career.

You needed to be in the right mind and headspace to have a child. You were firm and clear on that requirement. You wouldn’t have a baby a second sooner than that.

After the first time Yuta brought it up and you had shut him down you knew that he wouldn’t take the rejection well and would try again.

Which is exactly what he did.

When persuading you with his words didn’t work, Yuta moved on to try and persuade you with expensive gifts of luxury. Anything from jewelry to designer purses, you accepted them all with a smile despite knowing his true intentions.

Yuta was a lovesick little fool for you, and if he was willing to ignore the clear boundaries you had set in place for him, you were willing to let him waste his time in showering you with all the gifts he wanted to.

Gift giving wasn’t an unusual thing for Yuta. Aside from touch, gift giving was his love language, you recieved many generous gifts from Yuta over the course of your relationship.

Only now, you could tell that Yuta was putting actual time and thought into the gifts he was giving you instead of just immediately reaching for the newest most expensive item he could find.

Not all of the gifts were monetary, sometimes he’d surprise you with breakfast in bed, or making an effort to help out more with the chores around the house.

It was a nice change of pace from Yuta’s usual, at times selfish behavior.

Unfortunately, you had to put a stop to Yuta’s gift giving when you came home to find a luxury car parked in front of your home, a big red flashy bow on the hood.

“What? You don’t like it? Cause’ we can go back tomorrow and I’ll let you pick out another one you like better-

You stomped your foot in frustration as you looked at Yuta’s clueless face, “Yuta. Listen to me, and listen well. I want you to take this car back to whatever dealership you got it from immediately.”

“What’s wrong with the car?” Yuta asked, stepping closer to wrap his arms around you.

“What’s wrong with the car?” You scoffed, your ears turning red out of anger.

“What’s wrong with it is that it costs more than our house! What’s wrong with it is that the both of us already have two cars that run just fine! What’s wrong with it is that you made a huge purchase like this without consulting me, your wife, about it first.” You seethed, the words spilling from your mouth in a long run off sentence, not giving your brain enough time to filter what you wanted to say.

“Don’t be so dramatic. If you don’t like the car, just say that.” Yuta said, rolling his eyes as he turned away from you.

“Yuta. You have the nerve to ask me to have a child with you when you continue to give me reason to not want to. You can’t make rash, impulsive decisions like this when it comes to a baby, someone that will be entirely dependent on us to keep it safe, raise them right, and teach them well.” Your voice had lost all of the initial bite and venom it had just moments before.

You didn’t want to scream and yell at him.

You wanted him to soak up what you were saying. You wanted him to decipher the true meaning behind your words and understand where you were coming from.

Yuta had gone quiet, listening to you talk.

You approached him first, placing your hands on his cheeks as you planted a kiss on his lips.

Despite still being upset, Yuta naturally folded into your touch, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as he hugged you, the familiar scent of your perfume helping banish any anger he was feeling before.

“I’m sorry for your yelling, okay? I just need you to hear me when I’m talking about something important, and when you ignore me, and ignore my boundaries it feels like I’m not being heard.” You explained, your fingers running a gentle hand through his hair.

“I just want to make you a mommy so bad…” Yuta pouted.

“And you will. When we’re both ready for it, okay? We still have the rest of lives to have a child, unless you planned on going somewhere…?” You teased.

Yuta scoffed, tapping you on your bum playfully, “Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. So we don’t have a reason to rush this.” You smiled, kissing him again.

“Okay.” Yuta breathed, accepting defeat.

Yuta knew when to give up. You had proved your point and made it more than clear that you weren’t ready for children. He wouldn’t lie and say he was a little disappointed that you weren’t ready now but he was willing to wait until you were.

“I’m sorry for ignoring your boundaries. I should’ve dropped it the first time you said no.”

You nodded, “Yes. You should’ve. But, you can make it up to me. First thing you can do is getting this hideous car out of our driveway.”

“So you do hate the car!” Yuta exclaimed, pulling away from you slightly to look at your face.

“Yes.”

“It’s ugly. Please get rid of it.”