#not to get super fucking dark but it Terrifies him to think about mob killing tome

[quirkle2]

Hi!!! zombie au question, what's the scene where Mob snarls at Ritsu? Like what was the reason and what happened?

helloooo!!!! gives u a cool rock

he does it from hunger. it's the dead of winter where it's rly hard to traverse on foot, so they haven't been able to search as many places as they typically do. they're low on food and in a bad spot rn—practically in the middle of nowhere, on some country road, and even any food they could find in the woods is dead

all three of them are definitely starving by now, and they need food desperately. it's Very cold and while they have good coats to get them through most of it, it's reaching very dangerous temps. trudging through several feet of snow while you're shaky and tired and ur stomach feels like its eating itself,, it takes So much energy from u

tome Finally finds a couple bags of chips or smth somebody left behind at some gas station, so they settle in for the night there. ritsu hands mob a bag and he starts tearing at it, and remembering that he should open it for him first, he reaches over and says "oh sorry shige lemme—"

and mob rips the bag away and snarls. it's very loud and it's very sudden and ritsu jerks away from him and presses himself against the wall on instinct. there's genuine aggression to it and it's a real actual warning to not take his food away even for a second, and the way his eyes r alight with that animalistic desperation makes ritsu kinda sick to his stomach

tome watches in disbelief and neither of them can rly do anything except watch him bite at the bag with his teeth, pop it open, and eat some of the plastic along with the contents. he'd been growling more and more at littler and littler things for the past few days, but ritsu didn't think he was so desperate for food he'd snarl at him like that...

they both eat their share in silence and wonder what woulda happened if they hadn't found this place when they did

[parkeraul]

Concept 1: reader teasing Tom in front of his mob friends, and him ruining her in the next room for “being a naughty girl”. I’m taking smut all the way. Concept2: Tom coming home after business all bruised up, and reader taking care of his I injuries, running a bath for the two, leading to passionate love making in the bath. You choose honey, maybe you can make the two work together ? Up to you, you’ll do it GREAT either way - 🪐

ann’s note — PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. i have a similar request so it’ll be continued in the next one, i promise! by the way, this is ridiculously filthy in terms of dirty talk so excuse my mouth. enjooooy.

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: dirty talk, swearing, drinking, smut & mobster–related stuff.

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→ IT’S A MOB!TOM WEEK.

It was no secret for everyone in the room — including you — that Tom wasn’t in the best of moods today. You had arrived in the tight and black silk dress he gifted you last week, the most expensive Louis Vuitton heels on your feet and your hair done the way he loves so much. In your hands, a glass of whiskey with two ice cubes for Tom as you used your free hand to knock on the door. After a brief moment of silence among the men, Tom said ‘come in’ the that tone it’s unmistakable: he is beyond angry.

A faint smile from him appeared when you opened the door and got into his sight, but it went away as fast as it came when he drank you in.

All the men were rearranging themselves, wanting to look respectable in front of the queen. Tom eyed them one by one, checking if there was someone staring at you way too much as you closed the door and made your way around the meeting table — documents, cigars and pens scattered all over the black wooden piece. And Tom, at the extreme edge of the table, rolled his chair a little bit away from the surface to fold his foot on top of his leg and spin his golden pen in his fingers, studying the way you trailed your strides towards him. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark and a frown tensing his entire face whilst his chest rose up and down with deep and sharp breaths.

“Well,” One of the men cleared his throat and brought everyone back as soon as you approached Tom. “The dealer in Wolverhampton didn’t agree with the terms I told him through the phone,” Soon you were placing the glass in front of your king and bending down a little bit more to plant a kiss that was too slow for Tom’s liking — of course he would’ve enjoyed it more if he didn’t know your actual intentions. He didn’t react on the outside, grabbing the glass with might and exhaling as you got back up. “We will meet in a couple of days though, he said he’s still open for new negotiations as long as he doesn’t need to change spots.”

“This motherfucker may as well take his drugs and guns and shove it down his fussy ass,” Tom spat, lifting shortly the glass and forcing it down onto the table quickly, making the drink spill a little. Everyone in the room tried hard not to show contrary reactions, while you decided not to play their game. “I thought I told you to make it very clear for him...” You stepped to stand behind Tom in the chair as he positioned himself straight, feet down on the floor and back aligned, hard as a rock. Your hands wandered around the structure of the chair to land down smoothly on his shoulders, massaging him in his most tensioned regions while your thumbs made their way to the sweet spots on his neck, earning some goosebumps off his skin. “That’s only my way or no way.”

“But sir–”

“I don’t wanna hear any whinings about that!” He cut the man off. To that, you slipped your hands under the suit to undo two buttons of his dress shirt, fingers travelling to his hot flesh so you could knead his pulsating muscles better. When everyone started to also blame the poor man with swearings and rudeness, Tom pressed his lips together and tilted his head to the side, muttering for you to hear, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You felt your stomach jolting, heart beating faster. This tone of voice was raspier and darker than you’ve ever heard, but the way his limbs tensed and softened under your touch made you conclude you were doing the right thing to get what you wanted, “I’m helping you relax, my baby.”

“With the dress I’ve told you to wear on the dinner party on Saturday?” He asked right back, enjoying the talk between the guys filling up the room. “You go take that off while I solve this shit right here, for fucks sake, Y/N. It’s 11PM, this isn’t the time for you to act up.”

“Fuckin’ shit, Tom,” You whine back, pressing your hands down on him and digging your nails just a bit onto his skin. “I got up to get you a drink so you could deal with these idiots, all pretty for you and this is how you treat me?”

Tom looks back at the table and sees that the guys are all over each other, drawing plans on the papers and poking at one another, cigars and cigarettes on their mouths as incoherent mumbles fly past their throats. He seizes the moment to spin his chair, facing you with chocolate eyes on yours, hair brushed in the signature Tom–way with his suit and dress shirt messed up by your hands, “Darling, listen. I’m super stressed right now, you don’t want to push me to my limit.” He states very seriously as you glance back at him, palms on the armrests of his enormous chair as you leaned closer to him. “Would you just please go back in there and stop testing me?”

A knot squeezes your throat and Tom can see by the way your irises are glistening that he’s hurting you with his words. He drops the pen to his lap and takes your chin in this index and thumb, bringing your mouth to his in a peck, breaking it quickly to lick his lips and kiss you again. That was his way to say ‘I’m sorry’ when he didn’t have the time to make it up to you at the moment. So he tapped the side of your exposed thigh twice, hand reaching back his pen, “‘S that enough?”

Your lips didn’t even have the time to get used to the sudden emptiness, so your head shook  negatively and you pouted, knowing that the way he exhaled was different, he was letting his mind get consumed by you even though he shouldn’t.

—

The meeting continued and you hadn’t left.

You hands were now drawing random patterns on his collarbone, going down to his chest and scratching your way up very temptingly, though your massage wasn’t leading Tom any closer to a state of peace. His pen was now clickling furiously against the surface, glass of whiskey long finished as the voices in the room were annoying both of you.

Everytime your nails left soft burning stripes up to his clavicle, Tom shut his face harder and tightened his grip on the pen, turning his head to the side sometimes so you could see how impatient he was growing because of your teasing. In response, you smiled and bit your lip, driving him to a state of anger that consumed the tiny rest of calmness he was holding. The lack of attention lately made you come with all your tricks tonight, being only quickies over here and there that never satisfied you completely, so he was getting his payback, right?

As you were reminding yourself of these two weeks of edging and no highs, one of your hands kept on rubbing Tom’s chest while the other one came up to the nape of his neck, tracing the center line up and down lightly, causing chills on him before you splayed your fingers in between his hair strands, tugging it in that way you knew his trousers would get uncomfortably tighter.

“Everyone out.” Tom simply says and the meeting room falls silent. He doesn’t need to tell them twice, they know that. “I’m done with this bullshit for today.”

You knew that referred for you too.

As soon as they all look at you two while making their ways to the exit door, Tom mumbles for you to hear, “On the table. Now.”, facing the trail of men climbing their way downstairs as the last one closed the door by the time you were hopping onto the cold material. His look on you was overall cold, but with a pinch of desire and admiration as your bare legs were slowly finding their place in front of him. “Closer,” he demanded, one arm on the armrest and the other one being supported by the elbow on the opposite armrest. You shifted closer, looking at him with those pleading eyes, as if you weren’t purposely irritating him to get more than a quickie for today. “Yeah, from all the people, you’re the one who knows me best, aren’t you?”

You nodded, rubbing your thighs together to get some relief. The way he was acting was somewhat terrifying, but it didn’t make it less exciting for you. When Tom was mad, you had the best sex everytime and an even better routine the day after, because he couldn’t get enough.

“Then tell me why,” He started, discarding his pen to grab your ankle and put your foot on top of his tensed thigh, in a way you could feel his muscle through the fabric of his trousers. His palm went up, grazing your skin gently as he avoided to look you in the eyes, completely aware of how much you love to be connected with him through it. Soon, his palm found your thigh and reciprocated the actions you performed on him, scratching all the way from the top of your limb to your knee forcefully, earning the smallest whine from your lips. “Why the fuck do you have to be a fuckin’ brat out of the time and place for it?”

You shivered, letting your mouth agape as you shook your head to take your hair out of your front, giving him a good view of your body squeezed by the tiny dress, “You don’t have an answer for it, do you?” he asks. You decide to look at him and find him staring back, eyes dark and his disheveled eyebrow cocks up whilst his hand grab your knee strongly. “Well, I always have an answer for everything, don’t I, darling? And, if you were so quiet until now, then it’s your lucky day. From now on, you can keep your bratty mouth shut for the rest of the night until I tell you to talk again.”

To that, you had to gulp harshly and chew on your cheeks as a slight frown traced your eyebrows, telling Tom that you were slowly acknowledging the consequences of your actions. Although, your clit was already throbbing impossibly harder to every word of his, a wave of anticipation travelling all around your body, specially your throat and lower stomach.

“Now, here’s my answer,” Swiftly, Tom parted your knees to find your bare pussy dripping onto the table, the strength of his movement making your entrance accidentally rub against the material and causing you to sigh. “You came to play your stupid little game in the middle of my bloody meeting because my pussy can’t handle the edging I’ve been giving. Too bad this is, as I said, my pussy. So I give the rules, what makes me wonder if I haven’t been clear enough about them.”. You struggle to hide your smirk and plant your hands on the table in order to keep the balance, having Tom holding both of your ankles to open your legs more, his chocolate eyes watching the way you were already clenching around nothing. “It’s a shame, isn’t it?”, Tom thinks out loud, rolling his chair closer to you and mapping your inner thighs with spread–open hands agonizingly slowly. “How I’m gonna have to fuck my tight little cunt until your legs can barely close because of the overstimulation, hm? How I will force you to orgasm as many times as I want so you, pretty little slut, can quit whining around in the wrong time.”

A sharp slap lands onto your thigh and you jump lightly in surprise, gasping loudly and unsuccessfully trying to close your legs again — the tight grip from Tom’s fingers interrupting you to do such thing. Instead, he removes your heels, throwing them somewhere else as if they were nothing and setting your feet on top of the table.

“To any sound you let out after my command, it’s a whole day of denial so you’ll learn to behave when we’re surrounded by people. Unless you want me to take you in front of them and put up a little show. Would you like that, slut?” His hand comes up and lands down on your inner thigh, kneading the flushed skin to bring the same hand closer to where you wanted him, thumb tracing near but never the places you craved the most. You don’t answer him with words, but your eyes can’t tell him yes or no — just a faint idea that you wouldn’t call off the concept of having sex with him in a crowded place, maybe hidden from everyone, thinking how delicious it would be to have his hand covering your mouth as he whispered you to stay silent and be a good girl. “By the way you’re soaking my table, I assume you’re more than of a brat than I expected. Gonna have to pound this attitude out of you, right?” His accent had never sounded this thick, and his free hand came to work on his belt, the clicking noise echoing deafeningly. “Legs together and feet up, I want you in full display to me, babygirl. The fun you’ve been looking for is just getting started.”

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[snowdice]

Mistaken Identities

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Deceit/Roman (more pre-romantic relationship) Roman/Deceit (more of the focus)

Characters:

Main: Deceit, Roman

Appear: Logan, Remus

Summary: 

Roman was just walking out of an ice-cream shop when an unfamiliar man’s irate voice made him pause mid lick and look up. “Dammit Remus, I told you to meet me two blocks that way and you’re getting ice cream?”

Now as an identical twin, especially one with a brother who had a… certain personality, he wasn’t exactly unused to this sort of thing happening. So, he promptly opened his mouth to say, “Oh no I’m not…”

“Remus, I don’t care right now,” he interrupted. “Get in the car.”

“But-”

The man snapped his fingers and a hand descended on his shoulder. “Get him in the car.”

Roman meets Deceit and later Logan when he is mistaken for his brother who is apparently doing SOMETHING with his life.

Notes: Drugs mentioned, guns, contemplating shooting someone, fear, someone thinks they might be killed, kidnapping (accidental), mistaken identities.

This is a prequel to my fic “You I’ll Come Back For” ( Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 ) which was my Dice Roll 5 fic. It is not necessary that you read that one first. In fact I ended up liking this one better in the end.

Roman had been enjoying his day off from the police department. He’d slept in a bit and then went out to get lunch. It was nice to not have to wear starchy dress cloths for once. Instead he was in a pair of jeans and a hoody that said “Double the Trouble ;)” courtesy of his brother, Remus last Christmas. He wasn’t particularly a fan of the design of the hoody, but it was probably the most comfortable thing he owned and today was a comfortable sort of day.

He was just walking out of an ice-cream shop when an unfamiliar man’s irate voice made him pause mid lick and look up. “Dammit Remus, I told you to meet me two blocks that way and you’re getting ice cream?”

Now as an identical twin, especially one with a brother who had a… certain personality, he wasn’t exactly unused to this sort of thing happening. So, he promptly opened his mouth to say, “Oh no I’m not…”

“Remus, I don’t care right now,” he interrupted. “Get in the car.”

“But-”

The man snapped his fingers and a hand descended on his shoulder. “Get him in the car,” the man hissed. Roman was then basically picked up and shoved through an open car door. Holy shit. What the fuck was happening? The car door was closed firmly behind him.

“Dude, Boss Man is gonna kill you,” a man in the passenger seat said as ‘Boss Man’ and the brute who’d just shoved Roman into the car rounded the vehicle. ‘Boss man’ got in the backseat with Roman and the other man got in the driver seat.

“Um…” Roman said.

“Did you at least bring the gun?” What? On Earth?? Was Remus??? Doing????

“…No,” Roman said.

“Oh, what a surprise,” ‘Boss Man’ scoffed. He shoved an unassembled gun and some bullets at Roman. Roman took the pieces with a grimace. Wow! He really! Didn’t want! His fingerprint on this!! “Drive,” he demanded and the man in the driver’s seat did without question.

Oh god who was this man? Roman studied him out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t exactly look like a nice person. He was wearing a full-on business suit with a dark yellow tie and there was a cane next to him that Roman had been too distracted to know if he needed it to move. Half of his face was like marble, smooth and cold and the other half had a nasty scar that forced one side of his lips into a permanent scowl. The guy had to be a mob boss or something, clearly. He was also clearly furious. At Remus, but unfortunately, Roman had Remus’s face.

Roman doubted telling him he was actually Remus’s twin brother and also a cop would do him any favors, so he endeavored to shut up, get away as soon as possible to call for backup, and strangle his brother at the first opportunity.

The car ride was unbearably silent for the entire 30 minutes it took them to get to their destination. A warehouse. Yeah. That was… that was just about right.

He exited the car on his own power. ‘Boss man’ it turned out did not need the cane but carried it with him anyway, so that was… fun. He followed the men into the warehouse. Please don’t have any dead bodies in there. Please don’t have any dead bodies.

There were no dead bodies, thank god, but there were a couple of suspicious looking crates. ‘Boss man’ twirled his finger in the air and the other two men jumped into action. Roman looked over at the leader with wide eyes. He was probably supposed to know what to do at the signal.

“What?” ‘Boss man’ snapped harshly when he saw Roman looking.

“Nothing at all sir,” Roman said.

“Sir?” the man asked. Shit. Shit. You’re Remus right now motherfucker. After a moment’s pause he gave an approximation of a crude wink and the man’s face twisted up. “Ugh,” he said, but he turned away. “Put the gun together.” Great, yeah. Roman easily was able to assemble and load the gun with practiced fingers and clicked on the safety. Not having his holster for obvious reasons, he grimaced and went to stick it in his waistband. An arm grabbed his wrist firmly and Roman froze.

“I’ve told you before,” ‘Boss Man’ growled. “Properly store your gun.”

“I don’t have a holster.”

“Of course, you don’t.” He took the gun and, as much as Roman hadn’t wanted to be holding that in the first place, he even more did not want to not be holding it. He walked away with it and grabbed a holster from a bag on one of the boxes. Roman shadowed his footsteps. He turned around and pressed the gun and holster to Roman’s chest. They locked eyes for a moment. “What?” ‘Boss Man’ asked. “You’re acting rather serious today. No stupid jokes? No offering to suck me off to get out of trouble.” Holy fuck Remus. Seriously? “Did you finally discover some common sense?”

Roman had to be careful here. He didn’t want to give himself away as not Remus, just in case these men knew Remus had a cop brother, but he also didn’t want to push like Remus would and get the shit beat out of him because he didn’t know how far to go. He kept his eyes on ‘Boss Man.’ “Maybe I did,” he said simply.

‘Boss Man’ blinked in surprise and seemed slightly thrown for the first time. “W-well good,” he replied. “Now go help them unload.”

Roman nodded his agreement and went over to the others. He looked in the first box.

It was drugs. Of course, it was drugs. Great, more things he did not want his fingerprints on.

He helped the other two unload and organize the contents of the crates for the next hour or so. Shortly after that was all done, ‘Boss Man’ got a phone call.

“Hey,” Roman said to the man who’d shoved him in the car earlier while ‘Boss Man’ was distracted, Roman’s phone burning a hole in his pocket. If he could just get a moment alone… “If you don’t mind, I’m going to go step out for a minute...”

“Absolutely not Remus,” the man growled. “I’m not letting you wonder off again like last time.” Great so not only was his brother a drone for the fucking mafia or whatever, but he was a flighty drone and now it was going to be harder for Roman to get away. Figured.

His window of opportunity snapped shut along with the flip phone. ‘Boss Man’ looked over at them. “You two,” he said to the men with Roman, “scram. Remus,” he snapped his fingers, “here.” Great… Roman eyed him. He wondered if he could take him out. Maybe if he had the element of surprise? Of course, the man knew Remus so any type of surprise Roman could come up with would probably be easily anticipated and the man was super jacked under that business suit. Roman could tell by the way he moved.

Roman did have a gun though.

…

Maybe, if he had an opportunity.

For now, he walked over to him like a well-trained dog and sat in a chair when ‘Boss Man’ motioned to it with his head.

Roman listened as the other men left quickly and watched the man in front of him. He was holding the end of the cane, his thumb rubbing over the… was that a snake head engraved at the top? Roman felt his throat tighten. This was a dangerous man. The snake was an appropriate symbol for him to have. He seemed poised to dig poisonous fangs into Roman’s neck. He was absolutely terrifying and Roman wanted nothing more than to curl up into a little ball or better yet run away and hide, but he couldn’t. He had to pretend to be Remus until he could get out of this mess.

Roman forced his shoulders to relax and leaned back in the chair like Remus always did when he was in trouble at school.

‘Boss Man’s’ eyes tracked him, and he sneered. “Why do I even bother with you?” he asked. “I should just send you straight to the chopping block.”

Roman reeled in his fear. Channel Remus. “‘Cause I’m pretty,” he said with a toothy smile.

‘Boss Man’ actually seemed slightly amused at that. Right track. “I wouldn’t touch your disgusting body with the end of my cane,” he informed him, and lazily pointed the spoken of object at him, hovering it right in front of his nose as though to demonstrate.

Roman swallowed. “Disgusting?” he asked with a head tilt. “I took my monthly shower this morning.”

The grin that appeared lightened his face just a bit. “Oh, is that why the car didn’t stink so badly today?”

“Hey I’m musky,” Roman replied.

He shook his head with an eyeroll, putting the cane back on the ground. “You are something.”

“Something saucy.” He winked. ‘Boss Man’ finally turned his intense eyes from Roman and Roman could actually take a breath.

About 10 minutes later, they heard a car pull up. ‘Boss Man’ stood to face the door, hand going to a gun that had been hidden under his suit jacket. Roman tried not to shift nervously. A man entered the warehouse and ‘Boss Man’s’ posture relaxed a bit, his hand moving from the gun.

The man got closer and Roman barely kept his jaw from flopping to the floor.

“Remus, this is Logan Berry,” ‘Boss Man’ said. Oh. Roman knew. He didn’t know the man personally, but he was the head of one of the other departments at work. What the fuck? What the fuck was Roman uncovering? Was this some kind of deep-rooted conspiracy his brother was wrapped up in?

Logan seemed to mistake the look on his face for something else. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m a cop and I know all about,” he waved his hand, “this.”

Okay, great and would you mind explaining what this is? Roman thought.

He turned back to ‘Boss Man’. “Okay, the job is to infiltrate the drug ring. You’re sure Remus is the guy.”

“Trust me,” the boss said dryly. “Remus can pretend to be a crack addict easily.”

Wait, what?

“Good. We need to get these drug dealers out of my city. They’re dangerous. I very much appreciate your agency’s willingness to work with us on this.”

“Well, I owe your office a couple and stopping dangerous drug dealers is part of my job.”

“Oh my god,” Roman realized, jumping to his feet. “Oh my god you’re a cop? Thank god!” Both of the men turned to him in confusion.

“Remus,” ‘Boss Man’ said tiredly. God did Roman know that expression personally and now that he knew his brother wasn’t really a drug dealer assassin or something, he could find humor in it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m guessing Remus never mentioned he was an identical twin,” Roman said dryly.

‘Boss Man’ clearly didn’t believe him. “Remus please, can whatever you’re doing wait?”

Roman put up one finger and grabbed his cell phone from his coat pocket. He pressed speed dial and put it on speaker phone.

“What, Dick?” his brother asked when he picked up.

“What the fuck have you been doing with your life, you absolute bastard?”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“How about we start with something about whatever you were supposed to be doing on second street two or so hours ago.”

“…Shit.”

“You’re actually not Remus,” ‘Boss Man’ said, flabbergasted.

“By the way, you’re on speaker phone Jackass,” Roman informed him.

“Oh fuck. Hi Deedee.”

“I’m going to hang you Remus,” ‘Boss Man’ growled.

“Kinky.”

“Ew!” Roman spat. “Why was I given all of the class and social skills in the womb?”

“Because I got all the sexy.”

“I’ll see you at your funeral Remus,” Roman said dryly and promptly hung up. He looked up at the other two men who were staring at him with wide eyes. Roman barked out a laugh and it came perhaps a bit more hysterically than intended. “I uh,” he said. “I’m gonna sit down.” He calmly sat back down on the chair as he felt the hours of absolute panic, he’d been suppressing wash over him. “Oh my god, you’re not going to kill me. You’re not going to kill me, right?”

“I am so sorry,” “Boss Man’ said. Then his brain caught up. “No, I’m definitely not going to kill you. Can’t say the same about your brother.” Roman snorted. The boss walked over and kneeled in front of him, his face suddenly a lot softer than it had been this whole time. “I am really truly sorry for this. I did not intend for this to happen.”

“Blame Remus.”

“Oh, I am.”

“Wow. Who would have thought? You kidnaping a man?” Berry said dryly.

“Are you still on about that? It was 4 years ago.”

Berry hummed and walked over to them. “I have to say I am very impressed by you, Roman was it? Dee is not easily fooled.”

Roman shrugged. “It was just Miss Carter’s 6th grade English class extreme edition.”

“No wonder Remus is such a good actor,” Dee said.

“Yeah he had to learn to pretend to not be a maniac at a young age if he wanted to pass his classes.” Roman winked.

Dee smiled softly at him. “How did you know how to prepare your weapon so well if you are a civilian?”

“Oh, I’m not actually a civilian. I’m a police officer too,” he said and looked up at Berry, “I work under Bailey. That’s why I was a little bit thrown when you were introduced. I knew who you were and was wondering what type of conspiracy plot I’d just stumbled on.”

Berry’s face crinkled up into a little bit of a smile. “Well, it is not that. Quite the opposite.”

“Speaking of, sorry Logan, but I don’t think we are going to be doing the drug bust today,” Dee said.

“I had figured as much. We will need to have a bit more of a debriefing with Roman here anyway.”

“Yes,” Dee answered and smoothly got to his feet. Wow, now that Roman wasn’t terrified of every movement the man made, he noticed that he had a very nice physique. “May I buy the both of you a drink as an apology for this mess?” He offered a hand to help Roman up.

“Sure,” Roman said taking it and letting the man pull him to his feet. He let his fingers trail over his hand just a bit when he let go and Dee blinked back at him before averting his eyes suddenly. Roman smiled just a bit.

“I don’t drink,” Berry said flatly. Roman watched Dee roll his eyes.

“How about pizza poppers,” Roman suggested. “There’s a bar I know that has some good ones. We can all grab something to eat and Dee and I can get a drink.”

Berry hesitated for a moment. “Very well,” he agreed. One of Dee’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Great,” Roman said, “because I need a drink.”

Thanks for reading!

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|FAMILY TIES| M| MAFIA AU| 3.5

Smut/Angst

FT- JOON/HOSEOK/JIN (MORE SO JOON THOUGH) 

***NOT DOUBLE CHECKED AS OF 6/25...I NEED A BREAK FROM THIS LOL! But I know you guys want it so I’ll spell check the full 12k tomorrow..it was checked in portions though!****

This chapter of “Family Ties”  which I’ve labeled as chapter 3.5, can be read as a stand alone and there won’t really be any confusion. BUT it’s necessary for part 4, as the majority of that chapter takes place in Shanghai, there was some backstory that needed to be unwrapped prior to them heading to China. So I thought it would be better to do it as a little excerpt...

WARNINGS: LORDT, semi public sex, slight cum and spit play, very very very light daddy kink, light dom Tae, ugh I guess alochol play...I mean he poors Vodka down her body so yeah...oral (F recieving) Sex ontop of a marble bartop, dirty talk...non protective sex….OH light drug use (Weed) Alochol ..lanuguage...I mean it’s a mafia fic sooo…

12K ...Dialog/storyline heavy as per usual

11:30 AM Downtown LA (About 3 months prior to chapter 1 ) 

ONE SHOT SUMMARY: Just a “normal” monthly recap with Henry, who runs one of there bigger distribution warehouses in China. Well,maybe the meeting will be normal depends on if he’s keeping shit together or not!  I’ll give you a hint...he’s not (This dose tie into chapter 4, as it’s the same warehouse! ) 

Once their done with “that”, Taehyung impromptuly decides it’s been a little too long since he’s had Luxx to himself so they Jet off (literally) to Veagas for the rest of the day. 

-If your new to this, the only thing you may wanna know is Luxx or Luxxy is (Y/N’s nickname, the same way V is Taehyungs) 

-The actually seres itself is centered in Boston so both of them have accents.

Lastly at the time this is a somewhat dysfuctional fuck buddy/business partner situation, that was still in it’s very early stages. The actual series is set around an alliance between four families..so Luxx and Tae, are the children of two very power bomb bosses within the same alliance. That also run multiple multi million dollar “Facade” companies as well.( I.E..business that can explain their wealth, now weather the monies actually dirty or clean..is none of the government's business) 

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The restaurant was dimly lit, aesthetically pleasing would be an understatement, The white Parisian designed ceiling tiles, against the black accent walls. All of the gold infused marble detailing that danced along the bar, the drop down candle lit lanterns...every over the top element you could think of this place had it. But to be fair the “WOW” factor kinda wore off after the 3rd visit now it’s just.. “Oh this place has really good pasta and seafood!” 

Killing time as you scrolled through your phone, skimming through your DM’S on Instagram, finding yourself rolling your eyes at the majority of them. The scent of “Armani Code Profumo” danced through your nose as Taehyung took a seat to your right. His black Barocco silk Versace shirt was anything but subtle as it caught your peripheral. The shirt itself sat extremely low, clearly he wanted the world to know he’s been hitting the gym with Mazda. The strong muscle definition that was forming along his chest, radiating off his warm caramel complexion. A couple thin gold chains layered down his chest, one of them had a V in the middle which could stand for Versace..or “V”.

 Thick, dark, wavy locks sat loosely tousled, along his head, this was the longest it’s been in a while to be honest you prefer it this way. Gave you more to tug on when his face is smothered between your thighs, a couple strands fucked behind his ears showcasing two modest diamond studs.

Hand coming down to rest casually on your bare thigh, not even bothering to say one word, as this is the first time you've seen him since arriving at brunch. The two of you drove here separately as you had a nail appointment prior. Not even sparing him a glance since he didn't have the nerve to speak.

 “Ah Mr. Khan, I’m so sorry I didn't notice you arrived can I get you something to drink?” The waitress sounds slightly out of breath you wouldn’t be surprised if she literally ran over once she noticed him. 

Khan, Taehyung-Khan-Kim, Taehyung Kim, Taehyung Khan, Kim Taehyung, V...they were all the same person, and they all held the same amount of power. Just depends on the atmosphere and more importantly the relationship. Or in some cases the light he wanted to be seen in, businessman by day, Mob underboss by night.... All of you had hyphenated last names..to the public typically his last name was Khan, on the black market it’s Kim or “V”.

It was clear he got the same gist, as he silently observed her body language the arrogance that laid within the chuckle that rumbled through his chest said it all. Licking his lips slowly, head cocked slightly to the side and he gazed up at the women in front of him. "Your fine love relax, I just got here, but yes can I get a bottle of Charbay Release III? Oh and about 4 more glasses” 

Smiling back in her direction as you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes at the way he was just toying her around his little finger. Taehyung was well aware of the affect his voice had on people, and knew how to manipulate his tenor depending on the audience. At the moment it was currently up for debabte if he said “I want whiskey and 4 glases or if he said, let me bend you over this table and fuck you” 

By the look on her face, it seemed like he said the 2nd option, her cheeks turning a very vibrate shade of red. The poor girl looked like she was a second away from passing out before she turned away. “Yes sir, I’ll get that right away..” A quick smile leaving her lips before she scurred over to the bar, stopping herself dead in her tracks once she realized she hadn’t addressed you as well. 

“Luxx? Are you still doing okay? Would you like another Ciroc X on the rocks?” Regardless of the fact that she was a second away from jizzing her pants..her customer service skills did not falter between the two. She was just as attentive to you as she was Taehyung which you deeply appreciated. 

Slowly lowering your phone from your face to greet her with a quick smile before responding “No, babe I’m good, I’m actually gonna babysit this, I havent really eaten’ much today. Thank you though…” Fluttering your lashes in Taehyung's direction as she walked off, his thumb moving in slow circles along your thigh, before allowing his entire palm to join in. Hating the fact that you could feel the goosebumps raising along your skin and it wasn’t because you were cold, it was solely due to the man to your right. 

“Oh your fine love…” Mocking his overly flirtatious delivery with a roll of the eyes, bringing your attention back to your phone.

“What was that? Is someone a little jealous..don’t I tell you your fine enough as it is?” OH now he speaks!? Tone blanently teasing as he nuzzled his nose behind your ear, taking in your scent briefly. Toying the skinny white gold hop in your ear around his teeth, tugging lightly, just the way you like it. Forcing yourself to put on your best poker face as he pulled back from you swiftly, you could feel the smirk on his face without even looking at him.

Another scoff left your lips as you sip your drink “Yeah you wish….” 

“You look really sexy by the way….” Eyes taking you in and undressing you all at the same time , you weren't wearing anything super dramatic. Just a short, black long sleeved silk dress that draped open slightly in the front..exposing a not so modest diamond body chain the hung perfectly between your breasts. Hair pin straight parted down the middle purposely tucked behind your ears while the rest draped down your back. The rich shine of your hair rivaling the silk on his shirt and it should. As much as you pay to keep it looking like this because lord knows you don’t do it yourself.! 

“Yeah I know,” Your snapback was almost instinctual at this point you didn't even process the words before they left your lips, as you tossed the straid of hair off your shoulder. Earning a snort in response, an almost menacing smirk tugged on the corner of your lips at the way his eyes were shamlessly fucking you as we speak. The pads of his fingers continuously moved inward, massagings your inner thigh against his palm.

“Such a fuckin brat….”There was always the perfect combination of frustraion and arousal laced along his tongue whenever he called you that...always… 

Before you even had time to response the waitress was bringing the bottle and Mazda was bringing the Henry. I guess his flight from China finally landed, you swore this motherfucker looked like he barley skimmed past customs or something from the look on his face. Already ready to shit 3 bricks and you havent even spoken to him yet. 

“Well, this looks promising” you whispered out low against the side of his neck, sarcasm oozing from your lips earning a chuckle, while he dug his nails into your inner thigh.

“Shhhh….”

“Henrryyy!!!” The two of you yelled out in unison..sliding out of your seat to greet him as he made his way closer to your table. Giving him a warm welcome hugs and all,exchanging the norms “How are you? How as the flight” blah blah blah. 

Taehyung instructed Namjoon and Mazda to head over to the bar, grab a drink get some food, just chill out while the three of you had your little meeting. 

You noticed a leather backpack handing off his shoulder which he placed in the empty seat to his right as he set parallel to Taehyung and yourself. The backpack was Louis Vuittion which was actually surprising, he was paid well but lived VERY modest. A minimalist if you will, never really one to splurge, it was rare you say him in name brands of that caliber. The waitress waiting patiently for him to get settled before asking what he’d like to drink.

“Oh ugh, can I just get-Ummm..” The tremble in his voice was saying more than anything even the waitress noticed he seemed utterly terrified. 

“Don't get shy all of a sudden, you can get whatever you want Henry you know that, hell I mean you deserve it right? You've been down there busting your ass for us for what Tae? Three years now?”

Head cocked to the side slightly as you await his response sipping down the rest of his drink before humming out . “Hell yeah. I mean honestly we don’t know what we’d do without you, out of all of our warehouses revenue wise, your sitting at the top of the boards right now man! “ 

Switching has gaze seamlessly from Henry to the waitress, shooting her his award winning boxy smile “Can you please just bring us a bottle of your best...do you prefer dark or-”

“Whiskey!..umm any type of whiskey please and thank you.” Smiling faintly in her direction before she scurried off to grab another bottle. 

You watched him reach into his bag to grab out 3 folders..they were his monthly reports from the past 4 months..he made triplicate copies one for each of you.

“Always the professional” Smiling back at him fondly as your eyes dusted over the well put together package in front of you.

“How about we look over the menu first and place our orders, then we can dive into the good shit.Yeah?” Eyes glancing over to Henry’s and yourself who both seemed to nod with zero hesitation, you both knew Henry was probably starving. 

“I don't know what I even have a taste for…” The words left your lips sing song like and smirk appeared on Tae’s as he moved a little closer. Bringing his voice barely above a whisper...

“I know what I want..buttt it’s not on the menu…” You couldnt help but snort out a lugh it was cheesy as fuck but even wth that you still found it extremlly sexy. His voice alone worked wonders, it also didn't help that his hand was still positioned dangerously close to your bikini line! A row of extremely thin white gold bands dancing along almost every finger, as the metal brushed against your flesh. 

“Down boy…” Patting his thigh slightly, swiftly bringing his opposite hand down to meet yours, placing it in his lap. Making you take a quick squeeze at this dick through his black jeans which were extremely tight by the way. The way this man's thighs were set up you really didin’t understand how they even fit on his damn body!

“Oh no he’s definitely not down right now…” He didn't even care to whisper that part and the fact that it slipped out his mouth a full volume with zero context sent you 100%! 

This time the cackle that left your lips wasn;t even close to subtle causing Henry to shoot up glancing over in confusion. You found yourself laughing until tears were threatening the corners of your eyes. 

“You good Luxxy? Jet lag kicking in orrrr…” Taehyung asked faking a plea of innocence as he glanced over at Henry.

The light playful energy the two of you raitated started to calm him down, maybe he really was just over analyzing everything. Hell you typically had monthly and or quarterly meetings so why was he so nervous about this one!? 

The waitress came back to take your food orders, you three joked, laughed, had a couple drinks ...split 3 appetizers amongst yourselves. Once the entrees came to the table  it was time to get down to business…

“Sooo, as Tae said earlier, your numbers are looking really good, were very impressed! I feel like we may owe you a raise or a new car or something…” A slight smirk danced along your lips before wrapping your lips around the piece of bourbon shrimp that sat on top of your fork. 

You watched Henry almost choke on his piece of stake once you said that..a smile tugging on his cheeks, bowing his head as a way to say thank you.

“Yeah and the staff..everyone still doing good? Everyone still pretty lowkey? Happy? Showing up on time, the full nine?” 

This time the questions came from Taehyung as he stuck his fork in a piece of lobster, eyes glancing in Henry's direction.

“Yes, everyones great honestly you put me with a great group of people, no one complains, they work hard every day...you guys pay me well. I have no complaints...I’m very grateful! And I’m glad that I’m delivering on my end as well!”

The two of you hummed out in unison ...exchanging a slight smile, Tae observing the way you were eyeing his asparagus, sticking his fork in it before placing it in your mouth.

“And we're really grateful for you too, all of you, actually so much so that we personally sent out checks and little memos to the employees just as a thank you! When was it like a month or so ago Luxx?”  Brow arched at the implied question while you took another sip of your vodka to wash down your food.

You observed Henry damn near choke on his piece of Broccoli once you said that,suddenly he finally became very aware of the fact that the entire restaurant was completely reserved. There was literally no one in it but, a couple cooks, the waitress, and  the people he worked for. 

“Yeah, and the memo on the payment said that the check was equivalent to there normal weekly pay just as a..bonus if you will. And as you mentioned...everyones just so, sweet and honest that I actually a couple calls...”

You swore you could damn near see the beads of sweat dripping down his ace at this point as he sat in silence waiting for you to finish talking.

“Oh yeah! That’s right, damn,I almost forgot about that….” Taehyung and yourself deserved an Oscar the way you two were playing this out as casual as can be! 

“And what was interesting about the calls, is people were saying we paid them too much. Which for one I’d never call and tell anyone that , I mean hey your fuck up not mine but again like we discussed there all better humans than I’ll ever be. And can you hand me the salt Luxxy?” 

What made the situation even more nauseating was that there wasn’t a shift between the two of you, neither were yelling, nor did you seem upset. Even though he knew you were yet you still carried on eating your dinner and nonchalantly just conversing back and forth as if your talking about the NFL draft or something. 

“Right, so then that had us doing some research we looked into what was coming out of the bank, the paystubs, the amounts that the reports show they should be making, overtime..blah blah blah. And then we had them send us their pay stubs for the past 3 and a half months…” 

You paused slight, for no other reason but to be a dick and make him almost shit his pants …”Apparently, we told them we started taking out what would be equivalent to the taxes owed in the US?” Brow quirked in his direction eyes daring him try and say otherwise, actually daring him to speak in general. 

“I ugh…” He stammered and wasn’t getting to far 

“Shhhh..noo ,stop don’t do that, don’t talk it doesn't work out well for you just eat, eat..and listen..”  shushing him in an alarmingly calm tone of voice , gesturing to the food on his plate that he instantly deserted once you started talking. 

“That stamanet alone just mind fucks me if im honest…”Taking out the American equivalent” while in China!? “ Taehyung's tone elevated slightly and even though the way he ended the statement, it  could be taken as a question Henry knew better. 

”Now for one, every states different so which state did you choose? And second if your taking out taxes were exactly are they going? Because this is starting to sound very Wesley Snipes to me and I’m not down...I’m not really in the mood for jail time.“ 

“No, Tae, I was just trying to-”

“To what!? Huh?Fuck me? Because if that’s the case you should probably lean over and kiss me too because I prefer to be kissed when I’m getting fucked!” 

It took every fiber in your body to not laugh at that, the look on Henry's face didn't help either. “Joonie…” Barley raising your, as the restaurant was  pretty much empty. Cocking his head slightly brow ached waiting for you to continue.

“Can you bring me that folder please?” Namjoon reached into his own leather backpack to bring out your own triplicate copy of what the past four months REALLY look like. Upon placing them on the table you took it upon yourself to deliberately throw Henry’s on the floor.

Leaning forward to rest your chin on your palm while Taehyung shuffled through the reports, eyes zoning in on the last page. ‘’So it seems, the employees were shorted between 100-200$ a paycheck yeah? The average was around $125, and that lasted for 3 months.”

Running through the list quickly as if he was checking off mental bullet points as he spoke.”There's 10 people in the shop...and in those 3 months what we've received as a whole hasn’t increased. Henry your a smart dude so I'm sure you can tell where our concern is coming from yeah?”

The two of you observed the way he fiddled with the papers is brain trying to think of something...ANYTHING. Fingers shaking as he turned the pages, eventually landing on the page that Taehyung was referring too. 

“So…” Pausing to clear his throat “W-what do you guys want…” His tenor wavered like a leaf in the wind struggling to make eye contact.

“Really? That’s how you wanna start this off? That sounds real fuckin’ remoresful Henry!” If you didn't know any better you’d think you could actually feel your blood boiling, “ This was wayyy more than a little fucked up,l for one I’d like you to tell me when you started paying yourself cash. As far as I understood you were the ONLY one who was paid salary and  E-deposit…”

“I, had some financial issues, debt wise, and I was worried because of collections so,  I just thought it would be easier to-”

Unlikely, HIGHLY unlikely...like I said the man lived modest..if he owned someone, or was in debt in anyway it wasn;t through a collections company. But you didn't have it in you to argue that point right now!

“Okay, so if that's the cause you couldn't just call and run that by one of us first? That thought never crossed your mind? More importantly the fact that you actually had the balls, to steal from us,we pay you well we paid your fucking aprtment off and Teahyung fucking bailed out outta shit’s creak and THIS IS-” Your tone elevating slightly, the grit becoming stronger and your accent getting thicker by the syloboll.

“Stop..” Taehyung on the other hand sounds years calmer than you ever could, which was terrifying.  “Not here, not like this…”  It was clear you were getting more than frustrated as your thigh started to tremble under the table. Taehyung's grip tightening as an attempt to ease you “Shhh” He cooed out low against the side of your neck, tone adjusting to as if it was just the two of you in the room.

“I just don't-” The arch in his brow cut you off instantly. 

“What did I just say? Not.Now.”  It’s insane how tranquil he sounds yet his delivery held so much dominance, enough to make you actually shut up and listen. Letting a deep slow exhale leave your body as your eyes flutter anywhere but in Henry’s direction because to be fair you were ready to stick that stak knife dead in his neck!

“If I’m being honest, I’m really tempted to just take you to the back and blow your fuckin head off…..” Henry swallowed so deep you could literally hear it, there was something extremely creepy about Taehyung’s calm presitation.To be fair Henry would have preferred he scream and yell, this on the other hand was borderline haunting. 

“But a dead body does me no good at the moment, soooo, here’s a temporary solution, Hoseok and Jin are on there way here...there about meh, an hour out. They're going back to China with you, and you have 48 hours to make this amount..” 

Bringing his hand over to the highlighted number at the bottom of Henry's packet which read $16,750,89. “Re-appear, let’s not forget you weren't always Henry Choi, and if you thought life was hard before you became him…” 

Dropping his head slightly making sure he had Henry’s undevided attention “Then trust me when I say, if you fuck this up even more than it already is, you’ll really fucking wish you never met me. Arasso?

Taehyungs tone never wavered but the base this man had, the power that radiated off of his body was something you'd have to see to believe. People tend to underestimate him, he’s young,pretty, still has a baby face goes to brunch in a $1200 silk shirt! But you never ever wanna forget who Kim Taehyung really is at the end of the day, because he'll show you with zero hesitation..

Clearing his throat while readjusting his glasses on his face “Yes, I understand…May I ugh, go to the restroom” 

Not even responding just flagging his hand in the general direction of the bathroom...and Henry took that as his approval.  Taehyung waited a good 30 or so seconds before he also got up, not even heading in the direction of the bathroom, instead...the kitchen.. Which was surprisingly empty…

“Fuck, I thought I tought you better than this man, I’m a way better shot than you, I don’t miss, even with my eyes closed so if your smart you won’t make me aim.” 

Within seconds he heard shuffling around the corner, Henry tentatively making his presence known. 

“What do you want!? I know you, your not just gonna let this go…” His voice was hiccuping at a tone in his throat that almost sounds as if he was a second away from throwing up! 

“I want...you..to tell me who your doing this for, I know you, your not this fuckin stupid, you wouldnt risk this for 16K. So what the fucks really going on Lau!?” Stepping over in his general direction,  the calm Kim Tahyung was long gone because now he was hurt.

“I-”

“WHO!?” It was a simple word a simple question yet one word held so much emotion the amount of grit that laid within his voice was unreal.Stepping even closer now not even centimeters away from Henry as he sat trapped between Taehyung and a wall. 

“I said fucking WHO!? Who fuck has so much power of you, that your willng to fuck me, ME of all fucking people over Henry WHO!?”  Grabbing him by the collar of his button up, slamming his back against the wall with so much force Henry couldn't even help the way his eyes teared up from the impact. 

“Tae, I swear it’s not-” The name alone caused Taehyung's entire body to stiffel, releasing his hold. Dropping him back against the wall pulling his hands from him in a manner that resembled throwing away trash. With the lightest flick of the wrist, not even worth putting anymore energy behind it  , jaw clenched painfully tight, he wanted it to hurt.

“Don’t, fuck you man, we don’t have that type of relationship anyhmore, I’m V not Tae,not even Taehyung. It’s V,  just like I am to any other casual mother fucker on the street that I could give less that a fuck about. And since that’s where we are, please don't doubt that if that money isn't in Hoseok's hands in 48 hours I won't hesitate to treat you just like some random motherfucker on the street.” 

“Just let me explain-” He was pealding at this point a second away from crying but that didn't change shit, his expression did not falter one bit. Taehyung's face was stoic to say the least, there was zero emotion left to be read as Henry gazed up at him.

Shaking his head in response, scoffing in disgust and disbelief as he wavered backwards… “Mazda” Elevating his voice just enough to allow it to bounce off the walls he already knew he was probably waiting outside the door. It was only a matter of seconds before Tae heard footsteps.

Flicking his nose with his thumb as he cleared his throat, trying to shake of the shaky tenor that kept trying to float through his lungs. “Just ugh, wait here with him until Jin and Hoseok get here…” Mazada didn't say anything but Taehyung's tone of voice really fucked him up, he could tell he wasn't angry he was hurt.

“I got you man..” Squeezing down on Taehyung's shoulder as he walked past, Henry suddenly found himself even more nervous being left alone with Mazda, knowing how close the two of them were on a personal level as well. Mazada was 2 years older than Tae and he was one of his  first “real” friends he made when he moved here from Korea when he was 7. So if Taehyung was hurt so was he, and Mazda definitely wasn't the kinda  guy you wanted to meet in a dark or light alley to be honest. He was another pretty boy that could royally fuck you up with zero remorse, especially when it comes to Taehyung. 

Once Taheyung stepped outside of the kitchen he allowed his body to sink down into a low squat. Just taking a couple deep slow breaths as he ran his fingers through his hair,pulling himself back together. I mean shit he’s use to this, that’s why is circles small he just ddint, fuck he didint expect this.  He didn't allow himself to sit in it though, he refused to sulk in the moment, he’d rather shoot someone than cry. His motto if you fuck me then fuck you, but there’s limitations to that, theres nothing worng with acknolweding and actually feeling PAIN! It’s normal, healthy…..

It was barley a good 60 seconds before he snapped himself out of it, getting off the ground slowly he found himself aimlessly admiring you from across the room. Just watching you, in your normal element, touching up your hair makeup while you waited for him to return. 

He couldn't even help but smile, as you sat there,looking like everything he wanted, needed, and could have. But the fear that the world would take you away once he finally got you always stifled him. To be fair, that same fear sometimes hindered you as well, the only difference is. YOU were working towards changing that while it seemed as though Taehyung just fought it by building more walls whenever you started to break them down. 

So what’s the solution to all this? A distraction, and there's no one that can ease his mind better than you. No matter how much he hated, the effortless control you also often held over it as well...

“Soooo…” your voice rang through the empty space once you heard Tae’s footsteps.

“Hmm?” Humming out almost as if he’s already forgotten what just took place, that’s how normal shit like this has become. More importantly and actually on a scarier note that’s how numb he’d become to shit like this.The not so subtle snarl and eye roll remind him what you were referring to as he shuffled closer placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Ohhhh...that, yeah he tried to escape through the kitchen….” Tone as nochlant as can be as his hands romned down your sides until they landed on your hips. Initially making a strong indentation with his thumbs, the very specific hand placement making your mind roam to one thing and one thing only. 

“Well that was…….stupid” The dramatic pause twoards the end earned a chuckle as he expected soemting a little more detailed than just “Stupid” but hey..not that he couldnt use a good laugh.

 He leaned down slightly letting his lips brush over your neck. You knew him well enough to know he wouldnt kiss you in this type of setting, this felt a little to personal..too “intiimate if you will but he had no primble teasing the fuck outta you. 

“You okay?” You dared to ask, already well aware of the way he was in situations like this but you were still concerned. 

“When’s the last time I made you come?”  The sudden shift in tone and conversation caught you completely off guard as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. Purposely ghosting his lips down the side of your neck while he awaited your response. You figured he’d avoid the question but not like this….

“Ugghhh..” Fuck, you hated how instnatly thrown off you became, it never took much when it came to Kim Taehyung, trying to shuffle through instgram as a buffer while you got your thoughts together. But it was too late you could feel him smirking against the crook of your neck..teeth grazing the skin gently.

“Ugh, yeah I don’t know, it’s been a minute…” Your voice came out a little shakier than you hopped as his hands found there way back to your inner thighs from under the table. A humm left his lips in response.

“Yeah it’s been a least 2 weeks right?” 

That’s because two weeks ago the too of you had your first “Oh shit moment”  And to be fair you both kinda spazzed out a little, for first time after the two of you had sex more times than you could remeber. Then, once it was over, while you were getting ready to call your driver, he asked you to stay over. The morning after was, more than you even knew Kim Taehyung could possess, he cooked you breakfast while you walked around in nothing but one of his silk button ups. A secret that a lot of people don’t know is Taehyung can sing, really well actually. His tenor sitting exactly where you’d expect deep and husky but surprisingly really soulful, you jokingly asked him to sing to you while he cooked and believe it or not he did. Letting his walls down to the goofy Taehyung you knew back in middle school, don’t get me wrong, yes he let you in more than most. But as you guys got older since you've known him since you guys were like shit, 7 the shift once his mother passed was very evident in your eyes. 

Even when his walls were down you knew they were never fully down until that morning, that was the first time you felt like he really let you all the way in. While the two of you split an entire bottle of  Armand de Brignac, lounged on his couch watched Netflix..Narcos was a fav ..hmm wonder why. Binge watched “The Try guys, and Shane Dawnson videos, while you fed each other chocolate covered strawberries. 

The mans sex drive and stamanina was unmatched so of course you had sex on his couch...the floor...ontop of his island, against his floor to celling windows inthe living room. . After that he filled up his oversized jacuzzi that he rarely used and you both just soaked in it for what felt like hours. Reminiscing about nothing but bullshit, work wasn’t brought up once which is rare. Usually that topic streamlined most of your one on one conversations because the idea of having more intimate talks in that kinda setting absolutely terrified him.  Or at least when it came to you, because you were the only person outside of his father and Mazda that he’d ever get that deep and carefree with. After the bath he ordered your favorite gourmet pizza which you two ate in bed, before you passed out on his chest, and surprisingly even though the feeling was completely forigen it just felt right.

The 2nd morning the two of you work up extremely hungover and extremely awkward, his hand resting comfortable around your waist while your nose sat nuzzled in the crook of his neck. A call from his dad is what woke the two of you ,the level of comfort is what made it terrifying. Not sure how you went from fuck and leave/ midnight booty calls to operating like a couple thats been datng for 5 plus years! Neither of you knew what to say so you..just said nothing,he didn't ask you to leave or anything it just..the vibe was off. Once you pulled back from him you both just kidna gazed at each other like a deer in headlights.

Or more accurately, like you just woke up from a drunken one night stand with no recollection of how you got there, or who the person in front of you was. Because to be honest...the night before you were both versions of yourselves that you hadn’t let the others see in years!

Every day after that you two kept it short, nothing more than just business and somehow, about 2 days ago the two of you had to meet with an investor. Of course you kept it professional, not wanting your awkwardness to seep into the work environment. And I guess while “Pretending” shit was okay..it actually became okay.  After the meeting was over everything just seemed normal again or at least your definition of normal…now...here we are.

Eyes fluttering shut as his fingers traced the perimeter of your lace thong, it took everything in you not to buck your hips in to his hand. As his fingers started to tease over your clit through the fabric of your panties. 

“How does Vegas sound?” To be honest his delivery was more of a statement than a question.

“Likeeee...today?” Turning your head to the side slightly to face him which was a bad idea because of course this asshole didn't pullback. He stayed exactly where he was..face barley a centimeter away from his, you could damn near taste the whiskey on his tongue. Licking his lips slowly the tip of his tongue barley grazing against your lipgloss as it swept along his lip. 

Another humm left his lips in response as his eyes dropped down to the glitter reflexes that danced along your lips…..

“Anddd what exactly where you looking to do in Vegas Mr. Kim?” Egging him on slightly as the question rolled off your tongue.

“You, on the balcony at the sky villa…” You couldn't help but let out a deep almost exasperated sigh at that eyes fluttering shut briefly…

“Thennn..I thought maybe we could head out...I don't know go check on the club, you know we've been needing to that for weeks now..See how Kook and Jay are doin’ ”

Referring to the strip club that was technically owned by your family, but most of the money that they washed came from Kim line. 

“Fuckkk, but you know if we go there it will turn more into another work trip everytime I go in there I find something to bitch about. I’m starting to wonder if they’ve rigged the system because I don't understand how they have a damn near five star rating..” 

Taehyung's face crumbled at that breaking out into a fit of laughter his head fell into the crook of your shoulder causing you to laugh from him unintentionally tickling your skin.

“That shit’s not funny! You know I’m right…” Taking a sip of your drink as he brought his eyes back up to meet yours… 

“Well, I could always fuck you first...that way you’ll be too tired to bitch…” 

You couldn't help but moan at that, and you knew good and well you should say no, at least put some sort of stipulations on the situation. Yet you couldn't be bothered, all the blood from your brain was running straight to your clit the more his hands rashivled your body over the silk of your dress. 

For one, you just missed feeling him inside you, nobody fucked you the way Kim Taehyung did, he knew your body like the back of his hand, the man could get you off in the dark, in complete silence. He never needed any type of instruction, always down to try anything, just as if not dirtier than you ever could be. Also sex with Tae was just aesthically pleasing, he was fine you were fine, both of you boujee and extra as ever. Who dosent wanna fuck in a bed with floor to celling windows which you’d of course leave wide open... in a 30k a night suite while various peices of overpriced jewerly danced along your skin. 

And finally...even though he was trying to act like it didn't mean shit, you knew better, the situation with Henry really has him in his feels. Just giving him another fucking reason to build walls and not trust people and you know he needs a distraction. And of course he wants, actually needs it to be you. Yes, theres a damn good chance that you could regret this before midnight but as of right now...fuck it..let’s get it!

You couldn't help but smile as you gazed up at him shaking your head in self defeat..you didn't stand a chance, it’s not like you didn't want it too. “Fuck it, I’m down…” 

That award winning boxy grin lit up ihs face as he whipped out his phone “Don’t worry..I’ll make it worth you while…”  Feathering a couple kisses down the side of your neck as he stepped away to call one of the girls in accounting to set up the room and get the jet ready.

As he walked towards the bar you noticed Hoseok and Jin walk in..both in blacked out aviators, skin  extremely tanned. They had just finished some “Clean up’s “ in Brazil, 2 weeks in that constant sun had their skin glowing.  Hosokes hair sitting a deep burgundy while Jins was a honey blonde.Both messy pushed out of their faces, as the made their way towards Taehyung. 

Tae reached out to give Hoseok a solid one handed bro hug but he wasn't having it pulling him into his chest wrapping both hands around the youngers frame. Hoseok didn't say anything, he didin;t have too. Observing the way Tae faintly laid his head on Hoseok’s shoulder before pulling back, flashing him a smile that you could tell was forced. Jin greeted him the same way, both knowing how fucked up this situation really was, and he would never be the type to ask for a hug but that doesn't mean he didn't need it.

A good 10 minutes later the two of you watched Henry be taken away, by Jin and Hoseok,Taehyung wouldn't even look at him no matter how hard he tried to get his attention. I don't think he had it in him, to look Henry in the eyes right now. It didn't go unnoticed the way he slipped his shades on right before they escorted Henry to the blacked out SUV.

Before they pulled off Hoseok hopped back out the truck walking over to Taehyung “Just so were clear, in 48 hours if he doesn't have ittt…” Letting his words dance in the air, waiting for Tae to fill the void and clarity his instructions.

“Then you handle it, he’s not getting a pass, been there done that four years ago when me and you went into that house in Taiwan..and cleared out every...body except him. Because for some reason my gut told me he was innocent...and apparently my gut failed me...so that’s it. No more special treatment..he has it in the next 48 or he's done.” 

Hoseok nodded slowly letting out a slow breath “And if he doesn't , do you want me to call you first?”

There was a slight pause before he spoke “Yeah, actually call me and wait ...don’t do anything until we talk..I might wanna come down there…”

“Kim Taehyung…” his tone was stern..he was techionally Tae’s elder even if Taehyung had higher ranking within the circle. “If it comes to that..let me..do my jo-” 

“Just call me..yeah?” Cutting him off with the driest tone imagainale walking away before Hosoek had a chance to say anything else! 

They pulled off and within the next 5 minutes you car was there to take you to the airport, he kept the glasses on the entire ride. The car that picked you up from the restaurant already had your luggage from your Airbnb in the trunk. He even kept  them on once you boarded the jet, the flight was barely an hour and a half, but one the four of you landed that’s when you say enough’s enough. You knew you needed to get him out of his head a little. 

The four of you were in the back of a blacked out limo, Tae and yourself together on one side while Mazda and Joon sat parallel. Taking a long slow drab from the gold tipped dab pin positioned between your lips, grabbing Taehyung's face which was currently glued to the view outside the window.

 Turning his head in your direction before gently pressing your lips to his, instantly reclining his jaw to allow you to slowly release the smoke from our lungs to his. You were trying to get him faded so he'd chill and you also knew his limits, pulling back slightly so he could breathe but instead in pulled you back in. Gripping the side of your neck as he slid his tongue into your mouth,lacing it around yours before sucking it between his lips. 

Sliding you onto his lap,with his opposite hand,sliding it down to find a home on your ass, clawing his nails through the thin fabric of your silk dress. Bringing your hand over to the nape of his neck, take a firm grip on his thick mane, a slight moan moved up your throat in response to the growl that left his. Flicking his sunglasses off with your opposite hand before being that one down to cradle the side of his neck. Licking his way into your mouth with ease, a content hum leaving his lips as you rocked your hips down against his lap. Licking along your bottom lip before he sucked it back into his mouth, letting his tongue lazily massage against yours. “Thatt boy..” left your lips in a playful tenor as licked up the side of your neck

“Damn, Joon you have some nice ass lips…”

“Really? Because you skin, it just mmm, butta, man butta, and this beard how do you keep it so soft!” 

Clearly Namjoon and Mazda we're not a fan of the show as the two of you broke out in a fit out laughter...Taehyung slid you off his lap but kept you close. Taking a couple more drags from the pin, releasing a cloud of smoke through his nostrils. 

“I mean don’t get me wrong I’m glad your smiling bro but like, I didin’t know I signed up for a sex show..” Mazda popped in as he took a sip of champagne from the neck of the bottle. 

“Also it wasn’t giving us good angles we couldn’t see much so it just wasn't far..” Namjoon added with a slight wink, thankful for the much needed change in atmosphere.

The mood shifted, as the four of passed the dab pin and the bottle of Dom Perignon Rose around, the suite wasn’t ready right when you arrived. The average person isn't booking a suite of that calabar at that price on a whim so the 4 of you killed time at the casino. The impromptu decision worked in groups favor though, Mazda and Namjoon won about 1k each which wasn’t a shit ton but considering they were just rolling to kill time..it’s a hell of a pickup. While Taehyung bought into a game that the minimum buy-in was 5k, and he walked away damn near tripling that..Again not bad for just finding something to do to “Kill time” …

Now, no matter how many times you guys stayed here, this suite never lost its luster for some reason...for starters it was damn near 9 thousand square feet. Had a private pool, game room, massage room, 24/hr butler ervies, a bar that sits 17 people and was spread out of 2 stories with floor to ceiling windows everywhere! 

It was a little after 5 in the afternoon once you guys were settled in the suite and it was damn near 80 degrees outside so it didn't take long for all four of you stip down into your swimwear. Multiple platters of sushi lined the bar as you guys just dabbled, not super hungry but wanting to keep your stomach coated from all the liquor you’d been drinking. You were sat on top of the counter while Taehyung stood in between your legs,  wearing a leopard bikini that didn't leave much to the immigination but he wanted a distraction right? 

He would never get this touchy freely in public with you or really anyone he was pretty private unless he trusted the people he was around and obvious it was only the four of you in the suite so he didn't mind. Appreciating your body heat pressed against his back. Arm’s draping over his shoulders, casually running your palms over his chest.“Sooo my father said Leo’s back in the hospital…” The words left your lips suddenly while Joon and Mazda glared up at you from the bar shaking their heads .

“How does he keep suddenly getting sick, I really don’t understand”  The frustration in Taehyung's voice was clear as day while licking the soy sauce off his fingers, he was right though it really didn't make sense. 

“The bad Juju from his secret love child..” Namjoon’s delivery was dry and somewhat sarcastic but you could tell he was serious…”No forreal..like people's bad vibes and energy can be the death of you man..”

“Oh fuck no, don’t go there man, there’s no way he hell I’d work with that mother fucker, I’ve never liked him, nor do I trust him. Funny how you typically only show up on holidays but now that Leo’s sick your his saving fucking grace! Fuck outta here with that shit...” Tae snarled in response...clearly this wasn't a good subject to bring up, you would feel his muscles starting to tense, bringing your hands up to massage his shoulders and it didn't take long for his body to cave in. Melting effortlessly into your touch...

“Yeah but there's also Dino-” Mazad tried to be helpful but you all knew the answer to that...Dino pulled out of this shit 10 years ago...theres no way in hell he’d step back in.

“Dino lost his son in his shit man, you know he’s not comin back…no fuckin’ way ” the words left Tae’s mouth slowly..saying what you were already thinking.. .

“Did he ever get a DNA test? “ Namjoon cocked his head to the side slightly flicking his tongue around the edges of the chopsticks

“You already know Leo’s not-” It was suddenly became very hard for you to focus, mainly because Taehyung decided to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. Cearly he was getting antsy and reallly wanted the three of you to shut the fuck up so he could do what he wanted! 

A ding from your phone broke the silence that danced in the air, as you find yourself getting lost in his touch, completely forgetting were you where and what you were originally doing! A growl ruptured in his chest, a second away from throwing your damn phone if one more distraction got in the way of him finally being inside you again after 2 weeks! 

“Yayy Melissa’s here..” Patting Taehyung's shoulder so he’d move as you hopped off the counter. His eyes glued to the way your ass bounced as you walked. 

“Who the fucks’s Melissa?” Joon mouthed out in silence while the other too shrugged, in slight confusion since you said her name like they should've automatically known.

The door swung open and she damn near tackled you to the floor, her deep red bikini rivaling yours as far as which one covered less. The two of you babbled about whatever as you walked towards the bar to introduce her.

“Guy this is-”

“Your a Mangjuhl, aren't you?” Tae asked with an arched brow..eyes dissecting her physical features..

A snort left her lips in response as she eyed the pool “ Well hello to you too, and it depends on who's asking I may be a Mangjeol””

Taehyung nodded in agreeance his face reading a solid “Touche” as he could be a Khan or a Kim..also depending on who's asking…leaving the conversation were it stood.

“Sooo are we actually going to use that...it’s hot as balls outside…”  Gesturing to the pool while Namjoon and Mazda didn't hesitate to get up. 

“After you..” Namjoon waved his hand signaling for her to go first, she glanced back at you to see if you were coming but quickly realized you were a little preoccupied.

Once the three of them were outside Tae brought his attention back over to you, cornering you  between the barop and his body “A Mangjuhl aye?” Brow arched tongue playing with the corner of his lips. 

A smug smirk moving up your face as you shrug your shoulders “What can I say...I like my bitches dangerous…” You teased against his bottom lip as he lifted you on top of the bar.

“Yeah?” tongue brushing against yours as he spoke, dropping his voice down to nothing but a bourbon coated whisper. Nodding your head faintly in response, purposely brushing his lips against yours so you’d try and chase after them. 

“Me too...” Licking his way into your mouth as he tilted his head to the side giving himself more leverage, sliding your body closer towards the middle of the bar. Hoisting himself up as well, the bar has much more length than width,  but it did fit your frame perfectly.

 Using on arm to support his weight while the other trickled down your stomach, cupping your pussy in his hand as you moaned out against his tongue. Arching into his touch, completely disregarding the fact that your on top of a marble bar, while your friends were outside in the pool. All of the windows were wide open at the moment, the currants pushed to the side, luckily because of where you were positioned there was a gold and marbled thick beam in the way cutting off your lower frame but it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to know what’s going behind it!

Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as you clawed at his back, abruptly pulling back for you, both equally winded , eyeing the megum bottle of Grey Goose.  Opting for a cherry instead of a lime, he leaned down again.. “Stick your tongue out…” and you did, cradling your jaw in his hand as he lathered over your tongue with his own before sucking it back into his mouth moaning out at the way you started to grind yourself against his knee that currently sat between your thighs. Bringing his hand down smacking your pussy hard enough to make your entire body tense, chucking arrogantly as he watched your stomach muscles contract. “Fuck I can already feel how warm you are….look at you grinding that pretty litttle pussy all over my thigh. Wouldn't you rather have daddy’s cock instead?”

Not even giving you a chance to respond before he placed the cherry between your lips, stem already removed, reaching over to free you nipple from your swimsuit..which was barely covered anyway..I guess he decided that's where the salt was going. Sprinkling it around the areola...sliding down your body, lathering sloppy kisses down your neck, over your collarbone. Sucking around every area of your breast besides the target, loving the way you arched into his mouth. Almost as if you were trying to direct him elsewhere. Everytime your body arched your hips subconsiously rolled against his thigh, allowing him to feel how wet you were getting “ I bet I could slide right in and you’d take me so fuckin well, even without me streching this pretty little cunt of yours out…already so wet for me...aren’t you baby?” 

Excepting the slight whimper that left your throat as a response as he readjusted, eyes locked on yours as he slowly let his tongue roll out of his mouth, taking a long slow drag around the perimeter, licking up every drop before sucking your nipple into his mouth. Letting his teeth graze the overly' sensitive peek, your moans coming out muffled due to your lips being preoccupied. 

“Mmmm..I kinda wanna lick you all over so I guess I start at the bottom and work my way up .” Trickling the bottle of Grey Goose from your neck down to your belly button, actually attempting to fill it since that’s tectionally the point of a bodyshot. Starting at your navel, sucking first, before flicking your belly button ring with his tongue that slowly lathered it’s way up your stomach over your breast and into your mouth. Completely disregarding the cherry, opting for your tongue instead. “My two favroaite things on my tongue at once, you and liquor…” Smirking against your lips as he reached down to pull your panties to the side gently teasing your entrance with his index and middle finger a low moan resonating in his throat from how wet you already were. “I want you to come down my face ….” The words slurred out against your tongue as you rolled your hips into his palm.

“Then put your tongue on my pussy,...” Both of you smiling into the kiss loving how equally shameless you were.

Kissing his way down your stomach, sucking bruises into every inch of skin he could wrap his lips around. Licking along your bikini line..toying the thin G-string between his teeth as he nuzzled his face against your inner thigh. Biting, licking, sucking his way down until he your pussy was front and center. Legs supported on his forearms, as he used one had to keep your bikin to the side, opting to not completely strip you due to the circumstances. “Babbyyyy…” cooing out against your heat, you were already dripping down the marble countertop.

Initially pressing a light kiss right on your clit before licking slightly “Tae!!” already whining you really weren't in the mood for this and the chuckle that left his throat was telling if he was complying or making it worse. 

Tisking against your folds “You know being a brat gets you nowhere”

Now he was literally just kissing your clit...not even using his tongue at all “Tae, pleaseee…” 

“Good Girl”  The next flick of his tongue had a lot more pressure, and had your head spinning in circles as your eyes fluttered shut. Finally wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking hard, sliding his opposite hand from under your thigh. Flicking at your bottom lip, opening your mouth willingly, lapping your tongue around his fingers moaning against his skin as he started grinding your hips into his face. Coaxing you to fuck yourself self against his tongue as he laid it flat against your pussy, licking from top to  bottom, ending each stroke of the tounge with your clit smothered between his lips. 

Bringing his hand back down and sliding all three fingers in at once “Oh my god…” back coming to almost a complete arch as you fingers found there home in his hair, not even realizing how loud your voice was probably bouncing off the walls at this point. Pumping his fingers in and out mercissly, moaning out agaisnt your lips, he always sounds so fucking good when he’s going down on you. Moaning out as if he’s the one getting head, sending every vibration straight through you, it didn't take long for your muscles to start to seize up and your body to completely shatter, he’d been toying with you all day. His name falling from your lips weakly in something comparable to a montra as that’s all you said…

Pulling back using his index and middle finger to pull your lips aparts, slowly sliding his tongue between every niche he could find, sucking your clit into his mouth one more time just to watch your body shutter around him..Blowing on the tip before sliding back up your body!

“Fuck me…” Brushed past your lips and rolled onto his, reaching down to free him from the opening in his Gucci trunks.

Sliding his fingers through your juices again , bringing them up to his lips to slowly lap his tongue around him, A moan leaving his lips “Best thing I've tasted all day..” 

He could tell your were trying to shift your body to go down on him and he stopping you pushing on ontop the counter“Fuck no, I’ll come too quick, I’m already hard enough ba-” A groan leaving his lips as you leaned over to spit on the tip of his dick, working him in your hand, you could litterally  feel him puling against your palm “God yes….moreee” . You knew exactly what you meant, neither of you afraid to get a little messy when to came to sex, leaning over again, letting more lubericant drizzle from your tongue. 

Eyes heavy as he watched you work him in his hand, rock fuckin hard within seconds, you knew his weak spot was right under his tip. So you’d alternate the flucationing in your movements so he didn;t get use to it, tighten your grip towards the top and relaxing your hold  the closer you got to the base. 

“Your throbbing in my hand, Tae fuck….fuck me…” Toying his bottom lip between your teeth as you continued working him in your palm, shuffling his position on top of you swatting your hand away with a snarl. He had you rest your weight on one arm as he hovered over you with one of your legs hooked over his shoulder. Both of you slightly sitting upright as he teased at your clit with the head of his length. 

“You want it?” Lips hoving over yours, both panting heavily as he took his dick in his hands, teasing up and down your folds, costing himself in your juices, edging at your entrance but not sliding in full.

“Fuck you, you know I-” Your bitching was relplaced with a high picted moan that yuu knew they all heard there’s no way they didint. He started sliding in, the deeper he got the lower he got, until you were filled to the brim and he was laying flesh on top of you...bringing your legs up to rest on either side of your shoulders. 

Holding the position, while you both took in the feeling of you pulsing around him, and him pulsing inside of you, the angle had him deep, you felt every inch of him. Using on hand to cradle the side of your neck the other to support his weight. “Baby, fuck move, please movee..” Damn near begging at this point as he slid his tongue into your mouth, while he slowly started to roll his hips into you, every thrust felt like he was cutting off your airflow from how full you feel. 

“God, nothing feels as good ..as you do…” His breathing was already ragged you knew neither of you would last as he spoke through gritted teeth grounding his hips into yours. Pulling out completely every time, before slamming in with such force your body rocked against the counter. The sound of skin slapping, echoed throughout the suite, eyes never leaving yours as he rolled his hips into you mercilessly, your walls were already started to clench around him.

“Your so fucking thick, Tae…” Arching up slightly, pursing his lips out to spit on your clit, the sensation making your body tense even more. “Fuck… you feel soo fucking good …” Reclining your neck giving him better access as you tugged on the hairs at the back of his head, his teeth finding the side of your neck as he bit down. Knowing you like it rough so he didn't hold back, damn near breaking skin once he made contact.  

“Yeah? You like the way my dick fills you up baby? You gonna be a good girl and come for me again?” You nodded and he kisses down your neck slam into you even harder “Play with your pussy and come for me baby…” Not hesitating to do exactly as he instructed, aggint steady pressure, feeling the nerve get harder and harder by the second!

“ Oh shit-” breath hiccuping in your chest at the sudden change in pace. Taehung wasn’’t one to fuck super hard like this he was usually a slow and deep kinda guy. There it was again your walls were pulsing hard, milking him for everything he had.

”Fuck, there it is baby, come on baby come for me, come all over my dick baby come on…” He cooed in your ear , coaching you on before biting down hard on your shoulder. 

“ Fuck Tae, oh my god oh my fu-” back slamming agaisnt the marble, a scream leaving your throat as your orgasm ruptured through your entire body. While he continued rocking his hips into you working you for very last nerve he could shatter.  It felt like his dick got even harder after you came around him. Body humming in sensitivity as you purposely clenched your walls as tight as you can around him, edging him towards his release.

 “Fuck just like that , dont stop ,dont stop,” He whispered into your hair , as your brought your nails back over to his back, knowing how much he loved the sensation. Using the last bit of energy you had, slowly rocking your hips until into him, meeting his thrust everytime, hitting the spot you both needed. “Yes, fuck yes…”  Eyes fluttering shut as he moaned out, the strong brassy bartone that ruptured through the walls, the angle you added made him feel even deeper than he already was. 

“Come for me daddy..” You heard the neediness start to ring through his throat at that, every one that left his lips was stronger than the last.

“I know you wanna fill me up…fuck I need it please, come in me..”  Purposely adding a whiney tinge to your voice as, bucking your hips even stronger this time .He cupped the back of your neck pulling your face back to his as he moaned into your mouth. Grabbing your waist tighter letting you know not to stop , and you didn't, you felt him fall apart on top of you as he moaned into your mouth, kissing you deeper and deeper as he road out his high, arm’s shaking until he just gave in on top of you. Snaking your hands into his hair,while his romaned up and down your body, both panting heavily against each others tongue. Your entire body felt limp, neither of you in any rush to move..regardless of your current situation, just lazily letting his tongue explore your mouth. About I don't know a good 5 or so minutes went by and then you heard.

“Are you two done yet!!?”  You expected it to be Joon to be honest but it was actually Melissa, there wasn’t shit either of you could do but laugh. Tae’s palm coming to soothe your thighs..

“Yeah give us a minute…” Pulling you off the counter, readjusting your swimsuit for you as he positioned you over the ledge, wincing slightly at the contact, reaching behind the bar wetting a towel, to whip you and the counter down . Letting the warm cloth stay flesh to your heat for a moment before pulling away knowing damn well you could use it. Bringing another towel to dab at your skin, trying to ease the current sticky feeling a combination of sweat and well..vodka. 

Shaking his fingers through his hair,messily brushing his bangs out of his face since they wouldn't stop sticking to his forehead.  Hair sitting in a messy middle part,the two of you heard tentative footsteps and couldn't help but smirk over at each other. 

“Your good…” He stood between your thighs while, your legs dangled off the ledge of the bar, so his back was facing them as the walked over, his hands still soothing your thighs. He could tell they were still shaking…

“Dayummm..she fucked your shit up…” You watched Namjon go wide eyed as he stepped closer to investigate the welts across Taehyung skin. Install finding your head buried in his hair...not even wanting to look at any of them right now.

“Is it that bad? Damn I guess I was doing something right..” You didn't even have to look at him to know he had the biggest grin on his face.

‘Sooo what are we doin tonight?”  Mazda, walked over to the lounge area plopping down on the leather ottoman.

“Wellll..what time is it right now like a little after 6? How about we meet around 8:30..grab dinner somewhere then head over to the club..check on the boys..see how business is going…” Patting your thigh for some sort of confirmation and you just humming out in response. Reclining back against the counter, still slightly dazed, just needing to hop in the shower to wake up a little.

“Sounds good to me…Mel you down?” 

It didn't go unnoticed the way Mazda and Namjoon pipped up at the question...a smirk tugging on your face as you observed the dynamic unfold. 

“Yeah I’m down..I didn't plan shit else tonight anyway sooo..” 

“Okay, well I’ll call you in an hour once I know where we're going oh, who's doing you glam tonight? So I know who not to call because there's no way in hell I’m doing my own”

“Mmmm..Probaly Aria…” 

Nodding in response..you prefereed Arielle anyway so that worked in your favor “Okay well, Tae, can you walk her out, I would, but to be fair..I’m fucking exhausted..just no I love you..” 

A snort leaving her lips in response “Nah I’ll let you slide..form what I heard you have a reason to be tired..” Shooting a wink in your direction and not to your surprise at all Namjoon and Mazda volunteered to walk her out.

“Oh she get’s dual service ...well isn't she special…” Tae teased as they escorted her to the door.

“OH! Wait what time are you think tomorrow?” You heard Mel Yell from acoun d the beam, scurrying back in your direction.

“Ughh around like 8 tomorrow night sound good?” 

“Yes ma’am” A smirk tugged on the corners of her lips before she headed back towards the exit, you didn't even have to look at Taehyung to know the look on his face.

Leasurily cocking your head to the side to meet his curious gaze “And what the fuck was that about?” 

A dry chuckle leaving your lips before leaning down to graze his bottom lip with your tongue. His tone taking “Daddy” to a completely different level. 

“Don’t worry about it “ …

Mazda and Joon returning moments later.

“So we just gonna ignore the massive hickeys on your necks orrrrrr…” Sipping from the leftover bottle of Grey Goose as you reclind along the bar. 

“I mean...she just looked so sweet and innocent I didn't expect-” 

“Yeah she’s really sweet...a sweet innocent.. money launder” Taahyung purposely stalled the ending..just waiting for their eyes to bulge out of their sockets making you damn near coke on your drink.

“There's no way…” Namjoon’s face was priceless..utterly priceless 

“Ugh yeah, how the fuck do you think I knew who she was!? I know you didn't think she was just some Instagram model did you? It’s Luxx were talking about here. You should’ve known better”

The two of them just kinda glanced at each other not even knowing where to start when it comes to peacing this together in their minds.

The four of you got ready for the night, Arielle came over and beat your face, and curled your hair for you. A quarter to nine you all met Mel at Bar Masa, and slid into the club around 11, which didn't go as smoothly as you hoped. Let’s just say it’s a good thing you never leave the house without a weapon on hand, the edge of you blade found it’ home in someone’s shin! It was around 4 am when the four of you crawled back into your suit, unfortunately returning with a briefcase of papers..which is why you told tae you didn't want to go in the first place! 

It wasn’t until damn near two the afternoon when the four of you rolled out of bed, Taehyung and yourself sat and ate lunch while going over the mounds of paperwork. Luckily because there was “work” related shit to do, and the fact that Mazda and Joon were there that kidna eased any awkwardness that might have taken place upon the two of you waking up together.  Ya know since the little sleepover you two had at his place two weeks ago that ended in a trainwreck! 

“Fuckkkk!” the word screeched form both of your lips in unions as you looked over the numbers.

“They can’t lave that kinda money just sitting like that….”Taehyung held his temples between his index and middle finger. “Shit, Hoseok and Yoongi are both in Asia right now, and there booked out until-”

“Mel can do it, she’s already moving a good 20 for me tonight, we can add this to her route, she can get it across the border before the next drop…” Your eyes never made contact with his as you dissected the numbers on the screen..

“I mean yeah, If you trust that she-”

“She’s good..were good...I got it, I’ll have transported tonight….” 

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It was now going on 5 o'clock, the sun and heat still in full effect...

“Oh fuck me, that shit’s harsh!” You sounded like you  were hacking up a hairball as your breath hiccuped in your chest after taking one drag from the gold plated cigar in Namjoon's hand. You wanted to be annoyed at the three of the cackling their lives away while you legit felt like you were dying while growing chest hair. But there was something so pure about the sounds that escaped Tae’s mouth, and just the genuine smile that was plastered across his face. Especially in comparison to yesterday, but that bliss was quickly interrupted once his phone rang. Hoseok’s name popping up on the screen, as he hopped out of the pool, even with the time difference Taehyung played fair. If he said 48 hours Henry would receive a full 48 hours, so the fact that Hoseok was calling early had you slightly opesmestic.

About 10 minutes later, when Taehyung had not came back your curiosity and concern got the best of you. To be fair this warehouse facility, business wise was just as much his as it was your own, upon eventually making your way to the master suite you heard the shower running. That alone had your stomach turning in 827828 knots, as you approached the room. Only to see his luggage sprawled across the bed, closing the door behind you, resting your back against the frame as you observed him silently resituating his clothing. Surprisingly the aura in the room was calm, almost too calm as you watched the way the sunlight danced over his caramel coated skin. The muscles in his back flexing as he kneeled over to continue shuffling through his bellongs. 

“So your leaving?” The words floated off your tongue so light it almost sounds as though your whispering. Not giving you a verbal response, not even looking at you just nodding his head slowly, you watched him slide every piece of jewelry off his body, placing them in a leather bag. Until he got to the gold “V” necklace, taking it off, and walking over in your direction, seamlessly hooking the chain around your neck, still in complete silence as he hovered over you before pulling back tentatively, walking towards the bathroom.

That alone, kinda already let you know what was what, rule #1 if your going to kill someone you never wear anything personal. Especially not jewelry, not something that could accidentally fall off or leave an imprint on the victim's body. 

Trying your hardest not to get frustrated with how distant he was being because you knew this was exceptionally difficult for him on a more personal level. “So what? I mean it’s not a full 48 hours so does he not have the money? Or are you just going to talk and check on the warehouse?” Your tone was still calm, warm even, just trying to ease your way through his nine thousand defense’s. 

Still, absolute silence, a loud huff left your throat as you stomped towards the bathroom “Hey!” Tone elevated slightly, pasung until he actually turned around and made eye contact with you. “ I know this shit with Henry really fucking sucks, but this business is just as much mine as it is yours. You don’t get to just ignore me when I’m asking questions about OUR company Taehyung!”

The look on his face never faltered, not even with the emotion that radiated through as you spoke, it was like talking to a brick fuckikng wall right now. 

“Yes, but THIS” Brow arched in your direction, but an immense amount of infinces on the last word. Wanting to make sure you knew exactly what, or who he was referring too.

“Is nobody’s business but mine…..” You knew this version of Kim Taehyung far too well and it really concerned you, he lacked so much emotion as he spoke yet radiated so much rage, your swore you could hear his blood pumping. 

At this point you just kinda gave up, you can’t help someone who doesn't wanna let you in, but for the first time, him shutting you out like this hurt. It felt like someone stuck a knife in your stomach just keeps slowly turning it, and turning it until it just aches. You told yourself you’d probably regret coming on this trip and you were right, you just weren't aware of the reason you'd regret it. Now you know, weather you want to admit it or not, you were starting to fall for the one personal you always told yourself you never would! 

Dropping his swim trunks on the ground before opening the glass panel to the walk-in shower “I ugh, I'm leaving in about an hour, I’m only taking the black leather Keepall, so when you guys leave tomorrow, could you take the rest of my bags home?” 

You found yourself staring down at your feet as he spoke, arms crossed over your chest, squeezing down on your own biceps extremely hard as you nodded in response. Walking yourself out of the bathroom, letting your eyes scan the bed, you knew you’d hate yourself for looking but you couldn't help it. 

Letting your fingers dance over the bag which he hadn't zipped yet,upon looking you found yourself slouching over the bag unintentionally. Eyes squeezed shut as you just shook your head...there was nothing it in but “Cleaner gear” all black, all sterrel, gloves, a 5 Beretta 92FS,  Ruger Mk II., a black baseball cap and ammo...that was all that was sitting in his black leather Keepall. 

THAT’S ALLL SHE WROTE ...FOR NOW LOL...this does leave a lot more questions especially going into part 4 now that you know a little more backstory. 

If you liked it show this some love and lemme know,and I’ll start on part 4...

Love you guys as always ,

Rocki! 

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, LIA! You’ve been accepted for the role of CAESAR. Admin Jen: I simply can’t express how happy I am that you’ll be holding on to our beloved Chiko, Lia. There’s this singular quality to the muse that you bring to him; a magnetism that is so essential to Chiko as a character yet very distinct to your portrayal of him at the same time -- and I honestly can’t get enough of it. It comes together with everything else you’ve captured in a way that only leaves us wanting more and more, and since it can really be no other way when it comes to the glorious Caesar, it makes us all the more appreciative of your lovely take on him! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Lia

Age | 21

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | I would say a 6/10. I’m a fulltime student, but I’m pretty good about getting my replies… eventually. I also try to actively plot as much as possible.

Timezone | EST

How did you find the rp?  | The wonderful RP tag.

Current/Past RP Accounts | Provide any current or past roleplay accounts that you think best showcase your writing! This is OPTIONAL.

IN CHARACTER

Character | Caesar / Tamura Chiko

What drew you to this character? | Julius Caesar is someone I’ve always been fascinated by, in art, literature, and as a historical figure. He was a man who put all of his faith in his own ability to be great— and many may even argue that it was this pride that led to his own assassination. But no one can deny Caesar of the immense impact he had on the world. He was successful at being immortalized, just as he believed he would. I honestly was super excited to hear we would be getting a Julius Caesar, and although I was initially too intimidated to apply, I finally decided to go for it. There is something about Chiko and how deeply he believes in himself that I was drawn to. I also love how his personality is more nuanced than I anticipated. Occasional gentleness is not something I had expected from a Julius Caesar figure, but in my eyes, that makes him that much more incredible. Chiko is a force— and he isn’t volatile or prone to depravity like many who roam the streets of Verona. He wants power but not solely for the sake of just having it. He wants influence. His interest in the mobs has more to do with his potential influence and what he has to offer to them. There is no one really quite like him in Verona— and I am very much interested in seeing how his presence will affect everyone.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

1. CHIKO FT. THE MOBS— As of now, Chiko is merely feeling out the mobs, he hasn’t yet determined whether either would be of any interest to him. He isn’t interested in joining persay, as he has already loaned his soul to one man, and does not plan on doing so again anytime soon. He wants the mobs to take interest in him, to recognize his own brilliance and how easily they could profit off his potential. But I am very much interested to see how exactly Verona will react to his arrival, and whether they will be intrigued or threaten by his rather extreme ambition.

2. CHIKO FT. INVESTMENTS— I want Chiko to began investing his money in different places, and to potentially have different alliances with all sorts of people. When you’re as brilliant as him, you don’t limit yourself to a single pursuit, and instead spread your ambitions into multiple roots. He may have lost his money once but he’s very much capable of flipping his money into various sources.

3. CHIKO FT. THE DRUMS— The fire never quite left him, he only restrains it, for the sake of himself and the world around him. I wonder what would happened if someone sent Chiko over the edge (This has only happened once before, so it would it something drastic for this to occur). But I would love to explore his inner darkness. This is something that I believe the mob would ultimately benefit from as well.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Of course.

IN DEPTH

In-Character Para Sample:

(translations are at the bottom)

1. He determined his mother had never truly loved him and how could he blame her? You have those eyes— those fryktelig*, ondskap* eyes. O-Oh my poor beautiful boy, she would slur into his feeble body, the thick scent of vodka practically radiating off of her. It is because of his parents that he cannot stand the smell of liquor. This drew nothing but alarm from him at 6 years old, but as they grew older, they hadn’t a choice but to acknowledge it. Chiko was the product of a volatile mixture— his father, Kono Noburu, was a hitman for the Yamaguchi-gumi* clan and an attack dog to the clan’s kumicho, Kenichi Shinoda, just as his own father was to Shinoda’s own father, and so on. His mother, Katrine Bjorklund, was the daughter of the Norwegian mafia boss, Svein Bjorklund, and his Swedish-born wife, Elisabeth Bjorklund. The pair of them had crossed paths when the Bjorklund’s found themselves in Japan for business, a week long fling that had not been meant to amount to anything more. A few months later, a very pregnant Katrine would arrive at Kono’s doorstep, and from that day on, the two had been forcibly linked.

2. How selfish Chiko had been for wanting a sibling— a tactless desire from which no good could come. A union more chaotic did not exist, not since the marriage of Hera and Zeus. Katrine, who had shown little interest in the union, did not spend a moment with Kono in which she was not terrified. He was everything like her father, and though Kono had done everything in his capacity to make Katrine more at ease, nothing truly came of it. She could no longer stand the sight of him and eventually, he would return these sentiments— only overcoming their differences when they made love. Though it was never love being reciprocated, but a concoction of anger, terror, and disgust— which in the  Noburu household, made for a gratifying mixture.

3. Do you know the most moronic mistake I ever made was, segare*? their father demanded as if the 11-year old Chiko were somehow capable of drawing such a conclusion. Falling for a whore. Not a woman, but a whore. I fall into her trap each and every foolish time when all she’s ever done is offer me falsehoods. Whores are always acceptable for fucking, but seeing them as something more is when you’ll run into some trouble. So I beg of you, segare, do not taint our lineage further with the blood of a whore. Learn from your father’s mistakes. I am not sure how much more our blood can withstand. He appreciated the moments in which his father spoke candidly with them, as this was the closest thing to parental bonding that they would ever get. Though he would grow to resent and denounce his father’s misogynistic tirades against his mother, the effects of such teachings had their lasting effects. His sweeping mistrust of man would make his lovers few, and his affections fickle, as well as the prioritization of his own ambitions overall. 4 . You were the most beautiful baby I laid eyes on, min blomst*, his mother crooned to him one day. To think something so beautiful could come from such desolation. It was a mockery— why would Kono and I deserve such a beautiful boy when only ruin would become of him? Just as his father’s drunken denunciations had etched themselves into his brain, his mother sullen tirades would stick with him as well. Especially as he grew older, and began to liken his father more and more. There were times where her eyes would gloss over and she would attempt to “extract the demons from inside of him,” or so she’d explained after attempting to claw his eyes out. When he woke up short of breath, with a pillow plastered against his face, is when he officially began sleeping with his door locked. It has been this way since he was 16 years old.

5. He was freshly 17 when it happened. 17 years old and forced to face the depravity that permeated through every inch of his being. Chiko had never seen a dead body before, but it was not the body that exasperated so, but circumstances of his death. It was the fact that his father looked upon them and their mother absent of any and all remorse. He had been purposeful in his decision to kill the man in their house, Kono’s own way of sending some sort of message to Katrine. It was the fact that Katrine had betrayed their father, and continued to do so time and time again. He could not have cared less about what she spent doing in her pastime, but he could not overlook her absence of loyalty. And so he damned their name. He damned the gods and the universe and all who he felt were responsible for his being born. He had not asked for this life— but he would no longer allow his parents’ corruption to devour him so. He was gone that very night, without as so much as leaving a letter.

6. “You,” Chiko says in a low growl, his eyes in the direction of his bloodied, wreaking father. For once— his father was silent— quieted by Chiko’s rage burning throughout his body. “I will never be as cruel as you. Even if it means I bottle it away and lock it without a key. You didn’t have to do it in front of her. Even she did not deserve that.” He turned slowly to his mother, disappointedly, but without sympathy. She clutched at legs almost pleadingly, but he shook her away. “I could care less about what you do in your free time— you are my mother, and I could never pass judgment for something like that. But I can never respect a person who betrays their family. That, I can never forgive.” He looked between the both of them— disgusted by how self-involved they were, to the point where they forsook their own potential and ambitions. “How pitiful the pair of you are. You ruined each other. But you will not ruin me. I will not waste my potential as you two have. They will remember me, but not by your names. I am a product of you two, but I will not be tainted by your depravity. So have at each other all you want. That is no longer my concern.” He looked at them disappointedly, before making his way to the stairs, careful not to step in the pooling blood.

Extras:

***Just a drabble from the perspective of a lover***

You were permitted snapshots of his brilliance, acquired in bits and pieces, but still, he kept you at a comfortable distance. Comfortable for him, that is. For you— it was never enough. A moment with Chiko is never enough. He’s someone who allows minimal viewers into his inner workings, making him all the more enticing. But the spontaneity of it all— the sudden bursts of passion are what keep you around. Seldom people exist who so skillfully render their own passion into the framework of another. Creativity surges through your flesh, and you are reminded of what it is like to be someone’s muse with each continuous eruption of pleasure. How exhilarating it was being left at the discretion of Chiko’s brilliance. The living canvas in which he enacted his hopes and dreams, his deepest desires. You believed in each and everyone, and truthfully speaking— how could you not? With him, all horizons felt closer, the distance between you and the stars felt lesser.

****some drabbles involving their parents***

It is from your father that you learn PRIDE. Refuse to accept anything less than immortalization, he tells you time and time again. Refuse to settle for anything less than greatness. It is that very pride that guides you in your pursuits and for that you are thankful. Nevermind that it was your father who was always the source of such pride. It was your father’s own superior blood he spoke so highly of. He assured you that you would be fine, despite the blood of a traitorous whore pervading through your veins. But he neglects to teach you the horrors of pride in excess, and how dangerous the world becomes when one wallows in their own excess. It is from him you gather your FURY, a demon you’ve been taming since your youth, dreading the chaos that would potentially ensue. You’ve always hated purposeless chaos. You know what you are capable of, you know of the depravity that is nestled between your skin and bones. Your own greatness becomes less of a pursuit and more of an ultimatum for yourself. The path was always singular for you— your own immortalization or dying trying.                        

                   “I could be well moved if I were as you.                         If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.                                But I am constant as the Northern Star,                      Of whose true fixed and resting quality                              There is no fellow in the firmament.                   The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks;                      They are all fire, and every one doth shine;                              But there’s but one in all doth hold his place."        

     —Julius Caesar, right before his assassination, William Shakespeare

It is from your mother you learn TENDERNESS. You were her greatest accomplishment, her most exquisite creation. Beauty illuminated her horizons, her worldview merely a concoction of her own distorted realities. Chiko with his plush hair and lofty cheekbones had been nothing short of perfection, and for this reason alone, he earned her fickle devotions. Though their outward beauty remains intact, Chiko’s features would be bound to darken, to sharpen, the resemblance almost uncanny. They were every part their father, but they would develop their mother’s HEDONISM, the pursuit of her own realities in which Kono did not exist, as she clawed for his ruin time and time again. Katrine would often get this look about her, identical to the look she would give to their father, and Chiko knew that her devotion had met its limits. But the devastation was not shown, his shield of ALOOFNESS practically impenetrable.                    

                 “A coward dies a thousand times before his death,                              but the valiant taste of death but once.                  It seems to me most strange that men should fear,       seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.”                                      —Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare

It is from both parents you inherit AMBITION. Both Kono and Katrine clawed for domination, the struggle for power ultimately driving their son and world away. They prioritized their own ambitions over their own child— and it is for that reason Chiko will never have children. Selfish people are better off without kids. That way, their priorities can continue to be aligned with them and them alone.

Translations & Info for various words used: fryktelig= horrible; ondskap = evil; Yamaguchi-gumi = the name of a notorious yakuza clan; kumicho = the Japanese equivalent of a mafia boss; segare = my son; min blomst = my flower;

[tumblunni]

hey guess what I played Don’t Starve again and predictably continued to use only Webber and get fifty bazillion feels about Webber and hey u guys wanna hear me constantly talk about Webber

seriously its SO UNFAIR that this guy just exists as a character skin in some random survival procgen world game and NOBODY GETS ANY DAMN STORY yet they give us really tantalizing one line story summaries and the REALLY ENDEARING thing of each character having different dialogue for item descriptions. Which is also their ONLY GODDAMN DIALOGUE! why why why WHY did you make such a good story charrie concept thinger if you were never gonna use it GAHHHHH

okay so anyway THIS IS HE

WHAT A CUTIE PATOOT AMIRITE YO??

and he has SUCH AN INRIGUING AND SAD AND COOL PREMISE he’s the absolute champion of creepycute, cos he’s not only a spoopy spider monster with the innocence of a child but also literally he was a regular human child once who got the most tragic life ever his super short tantalizingly vague summary is ‘webber the indigestable’, and like.. all we know is that He Very Much Died, and Now He Is Spide he was killed by some spider monsters and came back as this spooky AF form

tho srsly man HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK YO like i’ve seen people drawing super grimdark fanart of him being like springtrap from five nights at freddies, i.e like he opens his mouth and he has a whole dessicated skull inside. like he’s quite literally walking around in the skin of the monster that ate him, however the fuck that’s supposed to work... I really don’t like that version, so WHATEVER lets have A BUNCH OF OTHER BUNNI THEORIES!

* It’s more like the spider absorbed the memories of the kid? Like, his bones are out there somewhere and its just that his conciousness was transferred into the thing that killed him/its got a case of mistaken identity and thinks that its him. * He’s sorta like a ghost that possessed it? Was trying so hard to survive that his soul lingered around, and it just works different to the other ghost character in the roster since he’s possessing a non-human creature. he gets majority control instead of floating around as a support * He’s more like a zombie or demon or general corrupted creature? like, he just rose from the grave and took on this particular shape cos of how he died, rather than this being an actual fusion of him and the spider that killed him. * Its like a werewolf thing??? He wasn’t really killed but just got bit and turned into a thing?? I dunno. * His backstory isn’t meant to be something that happened prior to the start of the game, but you literally see it happening right there. I mean you unlock webber by finding his skull while playing as another character, and if you bury it then it turns into him. So its like he woke up as a zombie cos you gave him a kind burial, but because his remains were intermingled with those of the thing that killed him they got all mixed up and revived as a single creature. And I guess that spider just went off and died offscreen shortly after eating him? or maybe it choked on him, cos seriously an entire human skull sounds hard to swallow XD

anyway HOWEVER THAT WEIRD PREMISE IS SUPPOSED TO WORK, its really intriguing and seems to imply a lot of Deep Traumatic Sads and it sucks that we don’t get a full plot exploring this and I’m just left feeling weird for having tearjerker fanfic ideas for a goddamn minimal dialogue simulation game >_> cos I mean MAN its just so interesting thinking about it from his perspective!! cos webber is just so nice and innocent still!! he barely seems to understand what happened to him, and he’s stuck in a big scary world and like.. the scariest part somehow became the only comfort to him, like DEAR GOD he has so much great characterization from these tiny snippets of dialogue! he just loves the spiders so damn much, he’s like ‘don’t worry i forgive u’ and he’s so happy to make friends with this big ol spoopy forest of monster things that literally killed him. and then all his unique gameplay powers revolve around that, all the spider enemies refuse to attack him ever again and he has supportive abilities to generate new hives and upgrade existing ones and just generally Sweet Doom Boy He Lovv He Friendes and i’m SO EMOTIONALLLL

and its also intriguing how the game handles his status as a fusion creature? he’s got a unique syntax thing of referring to himself as both ‘we’ and ‘me’ at the same time. I just found it quite cool when i figured out that there actually was a consitant set of rules about this! He’s generally ‘we’ but then says ‘me’ whenever something only applies to one half of his memories. Like you’d assume ‘me’ is the boy and ‘him’ is the spider, but webber casually swaps it around all the time and its like its always both of them talking even in this situation. He isn’t really two personalities but just one fused one that can remember being two people, i guess? Its a little confusing to hear him being like ‘i don’t hold a grudge against me for killing me’ but a very unique speaking pattern is an endearing trait for a character!

oh and MAN I WISH THEY FOLLOWED UP ON ANY OF THESE BACKSTORY HINTS!!! cos some of his dialogue references him living on a goat farm with a dad and a grandpa back when he was human? and we have NO IDEA how this completely ordinary adorable kid got teleported to Fuckin Hell World, or whether he’ll ever see his family again T_T Closest thing we get to an idea is him saying ‘we don’t like him, he tricked us’ at a statue of the game’s main villain, even though none of the alternate characters have any story dialogue and we only know that mr default man wilson had a history with the villain. So do all the alternate characters also have a personal grudge with him and we’ve just never been told what happened? Also there’s the fan theory that mr default man is actually webber’s father, and I dunno if thats true but I love seeing fanart of them as adoptive family even if they didnt know each other before they got trapped here.

but also just AAAAA webber’s plot WEBBER’S PLOT seriously its so fucking dark and has so much Potential and just THINK about this poor kid’s perspective on this dark souls shit that happened to him its depressingly realistic that the game adds a kid hero to the mix and then his plot is ‘yeah no a kid would die instantly in this kind of situation, and he did’ I mean there’s one other child character but she had ghost superpowers before the game even started, and her personality is all grim and practical and such. webber acts super young and innocent and was probably the lil teacher’s pet shy cutie type when he was alive. HE HAD ABSOLUTELY NO CHANCE T_T

SO JUST IMAGINE JUST IMAGINE THIS TRAGIC SHIT

you’re tiny tiny baby friend and you fall thru some random portal some day and instead of a magical adventure in a fairytale world you get Grim As Fuck Nintendo Hard Survival Game imagine how terrified he must have been, all huddled up cold and starving under a big leaf like totoro crying for his grandpa to save him and then he gets eaten alive by some other starving creature in this hell world and then he wakes up like ‘wow what a weird dream’ and he has to claw his way out of a grave first ray of sunlight hits his freaky gnarled monster hands and his tiny child brain must be terribly unequipped to handle that kind of revelation... let alone the identity crisis of Yes I Am Part Of The Spider Horde and possibly Wow I Remember Eating My Own Brain

and its just... really oddly sweet and heartwarming that he’s friends with the spiders now?? like that makes me wonder how that played out when he first woke up. Imagine the poor kid seeing a whole bunch of the same thing that killed him and he flinches thinking they’re gonna attack, but then they scuttle up and hug him. And he sees his reflection in a puddle and realizes he’s one of them too, and now he’s not so alone anymore. I mean its not the same as getting his family back, but he has someone protecting him now. Scary things aren’t so scary when you’re scary too! And like.. there’s all different tiers of the spider enemy, and what if the big queen boss one became a mother figure to him? And what if he acts as a translator to them and helps them make friends with humans? And tells them stories about his family and they try and mimic human family things in their own lil spidery way, to make him feel welcome? *wearing tiny ties and hats* ‘We love our strangely shaped child and respect his differences’ I just wanna see slice of life adventures of the spide swarm!!

also AAAA i just thought about what if the game ever got a proper conclusion and webber manages to escape back home it probably wouldn’t be an easy happy ending :( farm grandpa finds some terrifying spider thing haunting his farm, might even freak out and shoot his own grandson T_T or even if he recognised him, the kid’s probably not gonna be able to go back to a normal life. his family would have to try and keep him secret, lest the pitchfork-wielding mobs attack... and even if somehow it was possible for webber to be cured, that’d be sad too cos he’d have to leave all his spider friends forever. and he could never be cured of the mental scars T_T

also yo HAHAHA you wanna know the absolute saddest random item description dialogue I got while playing as him? he asks skeletons ‘are you okay’ and ‘i think he’s sleeping’ because yknow he just woke up the next day, when he died T_________________T

webberrrrrrrrr :(

god i am trapped in a glass case of emotion

[sugas-kookies]

Cosa Nostra (Pt. 6)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?

Mafia!YoongixReader

Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3.5k

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You hesitantly clicked the green button and raised your phone to your ear, “H-Hello…?”

“Where the fuck are you?” Yoongi’s voice was stone cold, and even though you couldn’t see his face you just knew that he was extremely angry. Your mind kept flashing to the images of the girls Taehyung had just shown you, the girls that Yoongi had supposedly made disappear. The thought sent shivers down your spine.

“I-I can explain, Yoo-“ You began before he cut you off.

“I don’t recall asking for an explanation, I asked where you were. You have ten seconds to answer the question,” Yoongi snapped, the open ended threat being more menacing than if he had said what it implied.

“I’m at a-a coffee shop, one that’s about two blocks from the mall,” You replied weakly, fear gripping your gut, “But listen, I had a-“

The soft click of the other line was the most terrifying thing you could have heard. ‘Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I royally fucked myself, Yoongi is super pissed,’ You thought to yourself as you buried your head in your hands, ‘What if Taehyung was right? What if I’m just another girl that’s going to be tacked onto his folder?’ You struggled to keep your breathing even as you sat in the booth, waiting for your impending doom.

You jumped at the sound of the shop’s door opening a few minutes later, knowing exactly who just walked in. You barely had time to turn around and look before Yoongi was right there, hoisting you up out of your seat by your arm and ushering you out of the shop and into his car without a word. If you didn’t think Yoongi was going to kill you, you would have nagged him about his manhandling habits, but right now you were too scared to even breathe.

Yoongi sped off immediately, his bubbling anger being shown through his tense movements and the grinding of his teeth. You gulped, looking at him out of the corner of your eyes, ‘What do I do? Should I try to escape, or do I just keep silent?’ Your hands nervously clenched and unclenched in your lap; you were just itching to get out of this situation, and get out of it fast. ‘Maybe…maybe I should just tell him what happened. Hell, if he’s going to kill me anyway, I might as well tell him why I did this.’

Inhaling deeply to calm your nerves, you spoke, “Yoongi, please let me explain myself. I didn’t plan for this to happen.” He gave you no response, he just kept his eyes glued to the road, his knuckles turning white with how hard he was clenching the steering wheel. You frowned, “What, are you giving me the silent treatment now? That’s not fair, Yoongi.”

He let out a short bark of laughter, “Oh, you want to talk about being fair, (Y/n)? Don’t make me laugh, I don’t have the patience for your bullshit,” Yoongi paused for a moment before he continued, “I don’t give a damn what your reasons were, you deliberately disobeyed me, put yourself and my men in danger, and now you have the audacity to preach to me about what is fair. I’ll humor you though, (Y/n), I’ll sit and listen to you shoot off excuse after excuse when we get back to the mansion. And you better start thinking of some good ones, because right now you’re in for a world of hurt.”

You could feel the color draining from your face, your chest was tightening and making it hard for you to breathe. The realization that Yoongi would very likely kill you finally sunk in with his words, making you regret your decision of not turning to Taehyung for help. The car pulled up to the mansion all too soon, and you slowly got out of the car and followed Yoongi inside to his office, trailing behind him at a safe distance.

The office doors closed softly behind you, leaving you trapped with Yoongi in the suffocating silence of the room. You nervously scratched your head, unsure of whether you should start explaining or wait for Yoongi to finish his rant first.

The blonde haired man sat against his desk, arms crossed tightly over his chest as his eyes glared daggers in you, “Well? Are you going to give me your bullshit excuses or are you finally just going to stay silent?”

“I really didn’t mean to ditch Jin and Hoseok, honestly,” You blurted out, ignoring Yoongi’s scoff of disbelief as you continued, “I got a message from someone, asking me to ditch my bodyguards and meet them to talk. I thought that it was Jungkook so-“

“You willingly went to go meet someone who you didn’t know? Someone who you suspected was Jeon Jungkook?” Yoongi laughed darkly, “You either have a death wish or you hoped to switch sides. Which is it, (Y/n)? With your recent behavior, I’m definitely leaning towards the latter.”

“No!” You exclaimed, “I wasn’t going because I thought I could get away from you, I was going to get information for you! God knows I didn’t want to fucking do it, and I knew that you would be mad, but I thought that if I got some valuable information in return then you would let it slide.”

Yoongi stuck his tongue into the inside of his cheek for a moment before replying, “Alright then, if you did this to get info, spit out what you figured out then. Or did you end up not getting jack shit?”

You bit your lip nervously and looked down at the ground, “I….It wasn’t who I thought it was. I didn’t get any information on Jungkook.”

The laugher that came from Yoongi was cold and menacing, it was like something out of nightmares, “Of course you didn’t get anything useful. So who was it then, was it some deranged ex-boyfriend, some cop, the FBI?” When you didn’t respond, he slammed one of his hands down on his desk, startling you, “Now is not the time to be a brat, (Y/n). Who. Did. You. Meet.”

“K-Kim Taehyung…” You stuttered nervously. If there was one name you knew that Yoongi didn’t want to hear, it was that one.

“Now isn’t that just the cherry on the fucking cake,” Yoongi sneered, moving from his perch on his desk and slowly making his way toward you, “Not only did you deliberately disobey my orders, but you did it to meet with that fucking detective.” He stopped in front of you and gently tilted your chin up so you were forced to look him in the eyes, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out right here.”

‘This is it, I’m going to get killed by Min Yoongi,’ You thought to yourself fearfully as you looked deep into his cold dark eyes. The adrenaline was beginning to course through your system, making your heart hammer in your chest and your legs shaky. Your brain was triggering your fight or flight instinct, and much to your dismay, your brain still wanted to fight.

“Oh, so I’m going to end up like all of those other girls too?” You seethed as you narrowed your eyes and clenched your fists, “I have two words for you, Min Yoongi: Fuck. You.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock, and he backed a few steps away from you, “What….What are you talking about, (Y/n)?”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t fucking play dumb with me. Taehyung told me about them, and showed me all of their pictures. He told me all about how you use young girls as your puppets in your little mafia game and kill them when they outlive their usefulness.” You ran your hair through your hair in frustration, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes, “I stupidly thought that maybe I’d be different, you know? After all that talk about me being a part of the Min family and everything I thought that you at the very least cared for my wellbeing, but that’s obviously not true. And to think that I actually stood up for you, and refused to sell you out to Taehyung!”

Yoongi blinked for a few moments, still staring at you wide eyed in shock. You didn’t know what he was thinking at the moment, but you couldn’t find it in you to care, “If you’re going to kill me, get it over with. I can’t believe I thought you were different, Yoongi…”

“…You….You heard all of that, and you still didn’t give me up?” Yoongi asked in a soft voice, surprising you and causing you to look him in the face. He looked almost remorseful, yet at the same time thankful. He was looking at you like you were some small slimmer of hope, and that he hated himself for almost crushing that hope.

“Of course I fucking didn’t! We were a team, Yoongi, and I was willing to cruise this ship down to hell with you. But you’ve proved to me that I wasn’t even on board to begin with, so I’m done with you.” You began to turn away and make your way to the office doors, “I’m not going to be a part of this anymore. I can’t trust you to keep your end of the deal, so I’m leaving. Good luck bringing down Jungkook on your own.”

“(Y/n), wait!” Yoongi called out, but you ignored him and kept marching toward the doors. You grabbed the doorknob and began to open it, only to have Yoongi’s hand slam it closed. You slowly turned to look at him, expecting him to be furious that you just tried to blow him of, but you were shocked to see how desperate he looked to keep you there.

“Yoongi, let me go. It’s over, I’m not taking part of this anymore,” You whispered, looking down at the floor to avoid the intense gaze of his eyes, “I’m leaving before you decide to get rid of me. It’d be easy for you, wouldn’t it? You’ve already done the same for about twenty other girls…”

He sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair, “I listened to you, now I ask that you listen to me. You don’t know the whole story behind those girls, you only heard what Taehyung wanted you to hear.”

You laughed bitterly, “What, are you saying that he’s lying? Honestly, I think right now I’d believe Taehyung over you any day, Yoongi.”

“And I don’t blame you for that, (Y/n),” Yoongi began, “I haven’t been truthful with you, but that’s because I couldn’t. I was too scared to tell you the truth because I knew you wouldn’t take it well.” He moved his hand away from the door and backed away from you, scratching the back of his head, “In the past, I have had other girls try to get close to Jungkook like you, but in different ways. About three of them did try to sell me out to the police or Jungkook, which I unfortunately did have to…make them disappear; but I swear to you, the disappearances and murders of the other girls I had absolutely nothing to do with.”

You eyed him suspiciously, trying to determine if he was just making bullshit up or whether or not he was at least half telling the truth, “How am I supposed to trust what you say? You could be making this up for all I know.”

He blinked at you for a moment before moving over to his desk and searching through one of the drawers. After a moment he pulled out a thick file and walked over to hand it to you, “This file contains information on all of the previous girls and exactly what their role was in infiltrating the Jeon syndicate. You’ll see that three of the files have the exact details of their murder and what we did to hide the evidence. All of the others are blank for that section, since neither I nor my men had any hand in their murders.”

You cautiously took the file from him and began thumbing through the pages, skim reading each one. Sure enough, they were the girls that Taehyung had shown you, with pages upon pages of details about their work and their whereabouts. That is, besides the big red word “missing” that was on most of the pages, and just as Yoongi said, three of the girl’s information had the word “terminated” written in bold letters on the top.

You didn’t know what to think at this point. The file that Yoongi gave you seemed pretty factual, and it seemed rather unlikely that he would have them fabricated just in case this situation were to ever arise. ‘Even if he is being truthful now, that still means he was involved in the murder of three girls…’ You frowned as you looked back over their profiles, ‘But I knew Yoongi did things like this, he’s a syndicate leader after all. And it’s not like he killed them outright for no reason, they did try to betray him.’

“I hope that’s enough information to get you to believe me, (Y/n),” Yoongi said, stepping closer to you with an apologetic face, “I know this doesn’t make anything right, but I hope that it at least helps you understand. I never intended to hurt you unless you proved to be disloyal, and seeing you run off and ditch Jin and Hoseok just made me fear that you were just another girl who tried to stab me in the back.”

“But that’s three girls you have murdered, Yoongi. Three.” You rubbed your eye, trying to keep yourself from tearing up, “How the hell am I supposed to feel safe knowing that? Just a few minutes ago you were ready to dispose of me like you did them, how do you think that makes me feel?”

Yoongi sighed in defeat, “I never claimed to be a good person, (Y/n). If seeing me as a monster somehow makes this job any easier for you, then you can think that way. I don’t care as long as you continue to help me bring down Jungkook. That’s all I ask of you. That’s all I’ve ever asked of you.” There was a look on his face as he said the word monster that made you feel that maybe that was the last word he wanted you to think him as. He looked utterly crushed by the thought.

Your thoughts were in turmoil, his words and Taehyung’s ringing in your head. Part of you wanted to stand your ground, to walk out of this convoluted mess and resume your normal life. Yet there was some part that, deep down, wanted to trust Yoongi no matter what. He was always there whenever you were in trouble, and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him after seeing his reaction to the thought of being called a monster. But despite how reliable Yoongi might have been in the past, you knew that you couldn’t just trust him right away though, that would be foolish. He needed to earn your trust back, and earn it the right way, not by just being a charming pretty face but by actually being genuine.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Trust is a two way street, Yoongi. I’ve put my faith in you up until now, but you showed me that you didn’t have an ounce of faith in me. If I’m still going to go along with this plan, I need you to trust me more. There are going to be times that I go off and do things against your will, but I need you to start believing that I’m doing these things to help you, not to backstab you or anything.”

He took a deep breath, mulling over your suggestion for a moment before replying quietly, “Alright, I’ll start working on trusting you more; however, there are going to be some conditions to this agreement.” He ignored your disapproving look and continued, “One, if you’re going somewhere, you’re going to have one of my men follow you. They won’t be suck to you like Jin and Hoseok were today, but they’ll be nearby to keep an eye on you.”

“That doesn’t sound like you beginning to trust me, Yoongi,” You scolded, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“It’s to make sure that you stay safe, (Y/n), not to monitor your actions,” Yoongi shuffled a little bit and looked down at the ground, “If something were to happen to you, I need to be the first person to know about it.”

You sighed, knowing that he had good intentions with his plan, “Okay, fine, what are the other conditions?”

He cleared his throat before continuing, “Secondly, you’ll be coming with me a few days from now to meet Jungkook and some of his men to make a business deal.” Upon your questioning look he explained, “Even though we are rivals, we still have to do business with each other sometimes. There we will continue our plan of trying to get you closer to Jungkook, but we’ll go over those details later. Anyway, the third and final condition is that you let me teach you how to shoot a gun.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head, “What? You’re going to teach me how to shoot? Why the hell would I need to learn how to shoot, I don’t even have a gun!”

Yoongi reached into his waistband and pulled out a gun, unloading the clip before giving it to you, “If you’re going to be near Jungkook, it will give me peace of mind knowing that you can at least defend yourself with a gun. There’s no protesting this, you’re going to learn starting tomorrow.”

The cool metal of the gun felt like it weighed a ton in your hands, and you stood there gaping at it like it had just grown a pair of legs, “I-I can’t do this! I’ve never even held a gun before, how do you expect me to do this?”

He gave you a small smile, “I expect you to do this just like you’ve done everything else that I’ve told you to do. Hold on to that gun and get used to the weight and feel of it. I expect you to at least be able to hold it steady tomorrow.” With that, Yoongi made his way to the door and opened it, but before leaving he turned to you and said, “About earlier, I’m sorry. I didn’t trust you as much as I should have, and I didn’t mean to make you scared of me. Not that much, anyway.”

You stood there in his office, staring between the doors that Yoongi had just left out of and the heavy gun he left lying in your hands. ‘Why does he want to teach me how to shoot? He doesn’t expect me to shoot someone, does he?’ You sighed as you gingerly carried your new weapon back to your room and carefully laid it on the end of your bed. The gun almost seemed to stare back at you, reflecting the poor choices that had led you to this point.

Plopping down on the bed, you sighed tiredly. The whirlwind of events and the adrenaline in your system made you feel like you had just ran a hundred miles, but you supposed you had in your head. ‘This is the second time now that Yoongi has let me slide for my reckless behavior,’ You though to yourself as you stared blankly at the ceiling, ‘I have a feeling next time, I won’t be so lucky. I need to be careful and think more rationally from now on.’

You thought back onto the files of the girls that Yoongi had shown you. How could that many girls under Yoongi’s watch go missing? He always seemed to be on top of things and managed to handle changes in his plans flawlessly, how could someone take out his subordinates right under his nose? The thought made you worry, knowing that there was a possibility that even Yoongi’s protection may not be enough to save you from whatever trouble may come in the future.

Turning your head to look at the gun he gave you, you frowned at the sight of it, ‘Whether I like it or not, maybe he’s right. Maybe I do need to learn how to protect myself…’ You picked up the gun and began to fiddle with it, but no matter how much you held it to get used to it, the cold metal sitting in your hands still made you shudder. You hoped a time for you to use it would never come, but somewhere deep down you had a feeling that using it would be inevitable.

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Alistair in May (Day 6: ‘5 Months Apart’ Anderstair Challenge)

[Masterpost]

[Read it on Ao3]

Chapter Summary:  Alistair is reticent to help Icis with a problem at work. In the aftermath of a mistake, he turns to Dorian for help. Rated T: bad decisions, relationship drama.

Alistair in May

Dear Anders,

The summer is almost upon us. I’m getting married in exactly three months. We’re in wedding planning overdrive right now. As weird as it seems, I’m actually pretty into planning this thing. I picked all the centerpieces and I hired the band. I even had input on what Icis is wearing. She’s having a beautiful white suit tailored. It’s super sexy—an ironic, bold choice. You’d love it.

Neither of us is changing our names. We became doctors with these names, after all. It’s a big accomplishment, as you well know.

That’s the major problem here, isn’t it? I keep thinking about what your input in all of this would be. It’s so stupid.

Anyway… we sent out the invitations a couple days ago. We invited Renee, of course. I can’t help but wonder if you’ve continued seeing him after the gala. If you have, I hope you’re happy. He’s a really nice kid. But I’m also scared that you are dating him. I have this insane idea that you’ll show up at my wedding. And I’ll wish you were there to break it up, but you won’t be. You’ll be there announcing you’re getting married too… or you’re adopting a baby like Cullen and Dorian… or you’re moving out of the country for doctors without borders… or something.

I’m sure none of that will happen.

Alistair is stressed about the close of the academic year. He has so much more pressure on him this year than he has in the past. It’s up to him (virtually alone) to decide who will be offered attending positions and who won’t. He’s going to ask Dorian and Cullen to help him. He won’t ask Icis, though. It would be incredibly inappropriate.

Thankfully, he has nothing to do with the decision about what will happen to her, since she’s surgical and he isn’t. That will be up to a whole other breed of doctor to decide, actually. Surgeons are like another species—driven by a need to conquer. He sees it in her—he always has.

She opens the door noisily and drops her things. “Al?” she calls.

He stands from his desk and rounds the corner, “Hi?”

“Hi,” she looks upset. “I need to talk to you—now.”

Alistair feels his face flush. Icis usually keeps her cool no matter what.

She pulls him to the couch by the crook of his arm. They sit face to face.

“I promised myself I would never do this,” she bites her lip, “...but I need a favor.”

He almost says, ‘anything,’ but he thinks better of it and elects to nod.

“—I need you to find out if I’m going to be offered a job,” she says.

He feels his face fall, “Icis—you know I can’t do that… that would be a gross abuse of power.”

“Al!” she grabs his hands desperately, “I think Dr. Katz is stonewalling me.”

He squints at her.

“You’ve seen the radiology department—it’s a fucking sausage fest in there,” she yells. “And the interventional radiology group is just five old white guys.”

She’s right, of course. Alistair knows all of them—they’re fixtures. There’s one woman in radiology, but she’s only there so they can keep their research grant.

“Al…” Icis’ expression softens, “I want this so bad… and I deserve it! Please—please—help me.”

Alistair hangs his head, “Okay, Icis—I’ll find out…”

The next day, Alistair gets the information Icis wants. It’s not good news. They’re not planning to offer her a position in this hospital, for reasons unknown, but they are going to make her an offer—back in Boston.

This is bad for a variety of reasons. Primarily, Alistair would not be able to do his same job in the Boston hospital—it would be a demotion and a huge pay cut. Secondarily—and more gut-wrenchingly—Anders is in Boston.

Alistair imagines a scenario where they move back into his old apartment building. Anders still lives upstairs—in their old place, where they fell in love. They run into each other in the elevator one day and he can’t help it—he shoves Anders against the opposing wall and kisses him. His pretends to struggle—he tries to do the right thing—but he’s already running his fingers through Alistair’s hair.

Fuck.

He shakes his head, trying to clear the haze filling his skull from ear to ear.

He picks up his phone, “Hi… Icis?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” she asks. She sounds like she’s trying to keep panic from her voice.

“I found out—they haven’t decided anything yet,” he lies. “They’re having a meeting in a couple weeks—after the term ends.”

“Fuck,” she sighs. “This waiting is going to kill me.”

“I know, right?”

“Thank you so much for looking into this for me,” she sounds so grateful; Alistair hates himself.

“Gotta go; love you, Al.”

He hangs up.

He instantly regrets lying, but it’s too late now. Besides, he’s bought himself a couple weeks to think this through—to figure out if moving is even an option. It strikes him that he doesn’t even entertain the idea that Icis would turn down the job to stay with him. Not because she’s a bad person—not even because he she doesn’t love him enough—but because she values ambition over all else. She’s a warrior—she was made for the struggle. He admires her, even though she’s occasionally terrifying.

Rather than going home, he texts Dorian.

Alistair: can you meet me at that bar we like downtown? The one that’s next to the burrito place?

Dorian: yeah, totally. Give me 20 minutes.

Alistair elects to walk, even though it’s getting dark. May is beautiful in Brooklyn. Along the way, he passes a protest of some kind. A bunch of men wearing shirts with triangles on them are holding up signs and shouting unintelligibly. It’s really werid being a bisexal person—when he was dating Anders, he would have had no qualms about going over there and picking up a sign, but now that he’s marrying a woman, he has reservations. He fears rejection somewhere deep in his subconscious.

He nods encouragingly to the mob, but doesn’t stop.

Around the corner, Dorian is already approaching the bar’s double doors. He stops when he sees Alistair.

“Hey,” smiles Dorian. “How are you?”

Alistair thinks about lying, but he doesn’t. He’s too tired to sustain a fake-happy attitude. He sighs and shakes his head.

“Oh shit, you need a drink,” says Dorian. He puts an arm around Alistair’s shoulders and pulls him inside the restaurant.

“So what’s your deal?” asks Dorian.

Alistair sighs, “I can’t move to Boston.” Without context, he knows this doesn’t make any sense, but he doesn’t know where to start.

Dorian almost laughs, “Okay… what does that mean?”

“Well… we all used to live in Boston… we liked it there, right?” says Alistair. He’s talking into the hollow of his glass. He needs another beer already.

“Yes… we did…” Dorian clears his throat, “Then some things happened and we all eventually moved to Brooklyn… which, honestly, suits me better.”

Alistair smirks, “You were made to live in Brooklyn—right down to your ironic facial hair.”

“Exactly,” laughs Dorian, smoothing his mustache.

“So—short version: Icis is going to be offered a really awesome job in back in Boston. I know about it, but she doesn’t yet…” he pauses, “namely, because I lied to her about it…”

Dorian raises an eyebrow.

“—and I did it because I can’t go back to Boston… not while Anders is still there,” he finishes.

“Andraste’s tits… that’s what this is about?” says Dorian. He’s incredulous.

Alistair nods miserably.

“It’s a big city, Al,” says Dorian.

“I know that… but I feel like his ghost is everywhere…”

“He’s not dead, Al,” deadpans Dorian.

Alistair rolls his eyes.

“...but I know what you mean. Al, this seems like a really major internal conflict,” he says seriously. “And I don’t know why you called me… because Cullen literally does this for a living…” he laughs, “but I’ll tell you what I think, if you want to know.”

Alistair smiles and nods.

“I think seeing Anders at that gala really fucked you up,” says Dorian. “That’s a technical term—ask Cullen…”

They both laugh.

“—and I think you haven’t really dealt with your breakup in any meaningful way. You just got into this new relationship with Icis…” Dorian cocks his head to the side. He looks parental. “Which is a very good relationship—but it’s serious, and it has gravity—and I think you’re going to need to talk to her about this.”

Alistair was afraid of that.

“Thanks, Dor… I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” smirks Dorian. “Next time, though, please call Cullen… I got into radiology because I hate dealing with people…”

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, LIA! You’ve been accepted for the role of CAESAR. Admin Minnie: You blew me away with this app, Lia. I loved the vision you have for them and the prose that so perfectly fits the character; but more than anything, I was drawn to the level of detail and thought that was so clearly put into Chiko. Not only did it speak volumes of your passion for Chiko, but I could see clearly see how Chiko came to become a legend. The small headcanons, the translated phrases — all of it made Chiko so real to me as I read your application. I can’t wait to have my heart broken and troubled by your Chiko on the dash! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Lia

Age | 21

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | I would say a 6/10. I’m a fulltime student, but I’m pretty good about getting my replies… eventually. I also try to actively plot as much as possible.

Timezone | EST

IN CHARACTER

Character | Caesar / Tamura Chiko

What drew you to this character? | Julius Caesar is someone I’ve always been fascinated by, in art, literature, and as a historical figure. He was a man who put all of his faith in his own ability to be great— and many may even argue that it was this pride that led to his own assassination. But no one can deny Caesar of the immense impact he had on the world. He was successful at being immortalized, just as he believed he would. I honestly was super excited to hear we would be getting a Julius Caesar, and although I was initially too intimidated to apply, I finally decided to go for it. There is something about Chiko and how deeply he believes in himself that I was drawn to. I also love how his personality is more nuanced than I anticipated. Occasional gentleness is not something I had expected from a Julius Caesar figure, but in my eyes, that makes him that much more incredible. Chiko is a force— and he isn’t volatile or prone to depravity like many who roam the streets of Verona. He wants power but not solely for the sake of just having it. He wants influence. His interest in the mobs has more to do with his potential influence and what he has to offer to them. There is no one really quite like him in Verona— and I am very much interested in seeing how his presence will affect everyone.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

1. CHIKO FT. THE MOBS— As of now, Chiko is merely feeling out the mobs, he hasn’t yet determined whether either would be of any interest to him. He isn’t interested in joining persay, as he has already loaned his soul to one man, and does not plan on doing so again anytime soon. He wants the mobs to take interest in him, to recognize his own brilliance and how easily they could profit off his potential. But I am very much interested to see how exactly Verona will react to his arrival, and whether they will be intrigued or threaten by his rather extreme ambition.

2. CHIKO FT. INVESTMENTS— I want Chiko to began investing his money in different places, and to potentially have different alliances with all sorts of people. When you’re as brilliant as him, you don’t limit yourself to a single pursuit, and instead spread your ambitions into multiple roots. He may have lost his money once but he’s very much capable of flipping his money into various sources.

3. CHIKO FT. THE DRUMS— The fire never quite left him, he only restrains it, for the sake of himself and the world around him. I wonder what would happened if someone sent Chiko over the edge (This has only happened once before, so it would it something drastic for this to occur). But I would love to explore his inner darkness. This is something that I believe the mob would ultimately benefit from as well.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Of course.

IN DEPTH

In-Character Para Sample:

(translations are at the bottom)

1. He determined his mother had never truly loved him and how could he blame her? You have those eyes— those fryktelig*, ondskap* eyes. O-Oh my poor beautiful boy, she would slur into his feeble body, the thick scent of vodka practically radiating off of her. It is because of his parents that he cannot stand the smell of liquor. This drew nothing but alarm from him at 6 years old, but as they grew older, they hadn’t a choice but to acknowledge it. Chiko was the product of a volatile mixture— his father, Kono Noburu, was a hitman for the Yamaguchi-gumi* clan and an attack dog to the clan’s kumicho, Kenichi Shinoda, just as his own father was to Shinoda’s own father, and so on. His mother, Katrine Bjorklund, was the daughter of the Norwegian mafia boss, Svein Bjorklund, and his Swedish-born wife, Elisabeth Bjorklund. The pair of them had crossed paths when the Bjorklund’s found themselves in Japan for business, a week long fling that had not been meant to amount to anything more. A few months later, a very pregnant Katrine would arrive at Kono’s doorstep, and from that day on, the two had been forcibly linked.

2. How selfish Chiko had been for wanting a sibling— a tactless desire from which no good could come. A union more chaotic did not exist, not since the marriage of Hera and Zeus. Katrine, who had shown little interest in the union, did not spend a moment with Kono in which she was not terrified. He was everything like her father, and though Kono had done everything in his capacity to make Katrine more at ease, nothing truly came of it. She could no longer stand the sight of him and eventually, he would return these sentiments— only overcoming their differences when they made love. Though it was never love being reciprocated, but a concoction of anger, terror, and disgust— which in the  Noburu household, made for a gratifying mixture.

3. Do you know the most moronic mistake I ever made was, segare*? their father demanded as if the 11-year old Chiko were somehow capable of drawing such a conclusion. Falling for a whore. Not a woman, but a whore. I fall into her trap each and every foolish time when all she’s ever done is offer me falsehoods. Whores are always acceptable for fucking, but seeing them as something more is when you’ll run into some trouble. So I beg of you, segare, do not taint our lineage further with the blood of a whore. Learn from your father’s mistakes. I am not sure how much more our blood can withstand. He appreciated the moments in which his father spoke candidly with them, as this was the closest thing to parental bonding that they would ever get. Though he would grow to resent and denounce his father’s misogynistic tirades against his mother, the effects of such teachings had their lasting effects. His sweeping mistrust of man would make his lovers few, and his affections fickle, as well as the prioritization of his own ambitions overall. 4 . You were the most beautiful baby I laid eyes on, min blomst*, his mother crooned to him one day. To think something so beautiful could come from such desolation. It was a mockery— why would Kono and I deserve such a beautiful boy when only ruin would become of him? Just as his father’s drunken denunciations had etched themselves into his brain, his mother sullen tirades would stick with him as well. Especially as he grew older, and began to liken his father more and more. There were times where her eyes would gloss over and she would attempt to “extract the demons from inside of him,” or so she’d explained after attempting to claw his eyes out. When he woke up short of breath, with a pillow plastered against his face, is when he officially began sleeping with his door locked. It has been this way since he was 16 years old.

5. He was freshly 17 when it happened. 17 years old and forced to face the depravity that permeated through every inch of his being. Chiko had never seen a dead body before, but it was not the body that exasperated so, but circumstances of his death. It was the fact that his father looked upon them and their mother absent of any and all remorse. He had been purposeful in his decision to kill the man in their house, Kono’s own way of sending some sort of message to Katrine. It was the fact that Katrine had betrayed their father, and continued to do so time and time again. He could not have cared less about what she spent doing in her pastime, but he could not overlook her absence of loyalty. And so he damned their name. He damned the gods and the universe and all who he felt were responsible for his being born. He had not asked for this life— but he would no longer allow his parents’ corruption to devour him so. He was gone that very night, without as so much as leaving a letter.

6. “You,” Chiko says in a low growl, his eyes in the direction of his bloodied, wreaking father. For once— his father was silent— quieted by Chiko’s rage burning throughout his body. “I will never be as cruel as you. Even if it means I bottle it away and lock it without a key. You didn’t have to do it in front of her. Even she did not deserve that.” He turned slowly to his mother, disappointedly, but without sympathy. She clutched at legs almost pleadingly, but he shook her away. “I could care less about what you do in your free time— you are my mother, and I could never pass judgment for something like that. But I can never respect a person who betrays their family. That, I can never forgive.” He looked between the both of them— disgusted by how self-involved they were, to the point where they forsook their own potential and ambitions. “How pitiful the pair of you are. You ruined each other. But you will not ruin me. I will not waste my potential as you two have. They will remember me, but not by your names. I am a product of you two, but I will not be tainted by your depravity. So have at each other all you want. That is no longer my concern.” He looked at them disappointedly, before making his way to the stairs, careful not to step in the pooling blood.

Translations & Info for various words used: fryktelig= horrible; ondskap = evil; Yamaguchi-gumi = the name of a notorious yakuza clan; kumicho = the Japanese equivalent of a mafia boss; segare = my son; min blomst = my flower

Extras:

***Just a drabble from the perspective of a lover***

You were permitted snapshots of his brilliance, acquired in bits and pieces, but still, he kept you at a comfortable distance. Comfortable for him, that is. For you— it was never enough. A moment with Chiko is never enough. He’s someone who allows minimal viewers into his inner workings, making him all the more enticing. But the spontaneity of it all— the sudden bursts of passion are what keep you around. Seldom people exist who so skillfully render their own passion into the framework of another. Creativity surges through your flesh, and you are reminded of what it is like to be someone’s muse with each continuous eruption of pleasure. How exhilarating it was being left at the discretion of Chiko’s brilliance. The living canvas in which he enacted his hopes and dreams, his deepest desires. You believed in each and everyone, and truthfully speaking— how could you not? With him, all horizons felt closer, the distance between you and the stars felt lesser.

****some drabbles involving their parents***

It is from your father that you learn PRIDE. Refuse to accept anything less than immortalization, he tells you time and time again. Refuse to settle for anything less than greatness. It is that very pride that guides you in your pursuits and for that you are thankful. Nevermind that it was your father who was always the source of such pride. It was your father’s own superior blood he spoke so highly of. He assured you that you would be fine, despite the blood of a traitorous whore pervading through your veins. But he neglects to teach you the horrors of pride in excess, and how dangerous the world becomes when one wallows in their own excess. It is from him you gather your FURY, a demon you’ve been taming since your youth, dreading the chaos that would potentially ensue. You’ve always hated purposeless chaos. You know what you are capable of, you know of the depravity that is nestled between your skin and bones. Your own greatness becomes less of a pursuit and more of an ultimatum for yourself. The path was always singular for you— your own immortalization or dying trying.                        

                   “I could be well moved if I were as you.                         If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.                                But I am constant as the Northern Star,                      Of whose true fixed and resting quality                              There is no fellow in the firmament.                   The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks;                      They are all fire, and every one doth shine;                              But there’s but one in all doth hold his place."        

     —Julius Caesar, right before his assassination, William Shakespeare

It is from your mother you learn TENDERNESS. You were her greatest accomplishment, her most exquisite creation. Beauty illuminated her horizons, her worldview merely a concoction of her own distorted realities. Chiko with his plush hair and lofty cheekbones had been nothing short of perfection, and for this reason alone, he earned her fickle devotions. Though their outward beauty remains intact, Chiko’s features would be bound to darken, to sharpen, the resemblance almost uncanny. They were every part their father, but they would develop their mother’s HEDONISM, the pursuit of her own realities in which Kono did not exist, as she clawed for his ruin time and time again. Katrine would often get this look about her, identical to the look she would give to their father, and Chiko knew that her devotion had met its limits. But the devastation was not shown, his shield of ALOOFNESS practically impenetrable.                    

                 “A coward dies a thousand times before his death,                              but the valiant taste of death but once.                  It seems to me most strange that men should fear,        seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.”                                      —Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare

It is from both parents you inherit AMBITION. Both Kono and Katrine clawed for domination, the struggle for power ultimately driving their son and world away. They prioritized their own ambitions over their own child— and it is for that reason Chiko will never have children. Selfish people are better off without kids. That way, their priorities can continue to be aligned with them and them alone.