#please god please take all of my pain away and give it to their haters
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being a roadrat shipper is amazing when you donât have a bitch in your ear telling you âhog is old enough to be his dadâ or âtheyâre problematic because rat & hogâs age gap is creepyâ or âweaver asking if rat & hog are a couple is creepyâ
⊠stop infantilizing junkrat for the love of fucking god and accept that heâs almost near his 30âs since your irony is being horny for older men đ
#shut up jules#roadrat#please god please take all of my pain away and give it to their haters#i donât care just let two grown ass men kiss ffs#iâm blocking those who are against roadrat idgaf keep arguing with the wall
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guys.
guys. it finally happened.
blue lock finally brought me back out of the coma it was putting me in during most of the NEL arc.
hallelujah.
this new chapter is actually doing something fucking interesting for a change.
let's talk about it:
noa's betrayal was probably the only genuinely surprising development in the entire arc. I was worried it would get immediately ruined by Isagi surpassing noa in this match.
because Isagi glazers are the most annoying people on earth and they were starting to make me think Kaneshiro is a fucking idiot who'd actually let a 17 year old amateur beat a 30 something year old PROFESSIONAL.
thank god Kaneshiro isn't as stupid as Isagi fans want him to be.
now we're actually getting a proper build up for when Isagi faces off with him later.
Isagi grabbing noa by the fucking arm and challenging him in front of the entire world?
that was actually cool. I say this as the world's third biggest Isagi hater...
I can't deny. I am into that.
actually. you know what, Isagi.
that takes guts, and I actually like how fucking insane you looked when you did it.
beat that white man.
plus it actually gives their eventual face off in the future much higher stakes.
and it's like oh ... I forgot blue lock could be exciting. how intriguing.
but it's not just that either.
Isagi actually admitted he can't beat Rin alone. he can't beat geniuses head to head, just by being smart.
he needs to use other people around him... even if that means asking them for help, and not just manipulating them.
this is an amazing development.
because again. Isagi stans are out here insisting he can be the number one striker just because he wants to be. just because he's "ruthless."
well nope.
he cannot and will not ever be able to do the kinds of things other players do. he can't 1v1 Rin. he can't beat noa on his own.
but that doesn't mean he can't still win.
and man. man, I fucking dig it. Isagi, admitting he has weaknesses?
Isagi, admitting he has to sink further, he has to truly abandon everything, and break himself again?
I remember when that had meaning. Before NEL.
now... at the end, Kaneshiro remembers Isagi is an underdog and he needs to face hard truths and struggle every step of the way because he's not naturally gifted like the rest of these whores.
like shit. maybe I can root for you again. maybe.
and the best part too.
Isagi has to ask Kaiser for help.
he has to swallow his pride. he has to throw away his morality and his soul.
he will team up with his worst enemy to win...
that's fucking... good.
that's actually decent. one good fucking thing this arc, amazing.
I needed to see Isagi humbled, and he was.
I needed him not to be a fucking Gary stu who can do things on his own and can surpass everyone just through the power of yapping.
him having to team up with Kaiser...after Kaiser just broke himself down too...after Kaiser gave up on his hatred for Isagi because it was holding him back...
Oh my God.
blue lock remembered what parallels are? and setup? and actual emotional stakes?
blue lock remembering that Isagi was best when he was actually struggling and not effortlessly beating everyone else through the power of plot?
and the fact that he hates Kaiser... and Kaiser hates him... but they both want to win and defeat these geniuses so badly... they'll do the unthinkable and work together?
going back to its roots, of insisting that sometimes change is humiliating and painful, but you can never evolve, without abandoning all of it?
blue lock...are you
...are you finally back?
have you returned, prodigal son?
am I... am I coming back too...?
...
I don't know but God.
god please.
end this fucking arc.
I know you two can fucking do it.
and I need you to. and maybe it'll even be...good.
ugh.
I'm gonna be sick but...blue lock might be...it might actually be turning itself around...I'm not sure if my heart can handle this.
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maybe i do | kth. III
â” summary : Â maybe you love each other, maybe you donât. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoulâs most powerful CEO, youâre prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesnât turn out that way after all.
âł Â part of the high-class series!
â” pairing : taehyung x reader
â” genre : Â arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst
â” rating : 18+
â” word count : 17k (im sorry omg)
â” warnings : oh boi we have aNgSt, serious familial issues, swearing, multiple fight scenes, mainly verbal but there is a slap in one, mentions of a wound, mentions of alcohol, (thereâs honestly a lot that goes wrong in this chapter but at least tae and the reader have each other), sexual tension :o, bit of possessive!tae, (i mention a short reader a lot but i just wanted to say youâre beautiful even if youâre tall! tae is just very tall to me askldjs) Â
â” a/n: iâm back and hoLY is this chapter loaded (and a lil unedited forgive me!!) iâve finally finished school and get a whole month off now! who knows what works iâll release in that time đ. as always, feedback is appreciated loves!
chapter three :Â âthe window opened one time with you and meâ
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âMother?â You stood frozen, completely and utterly shocked as to how your mother was just opposite of you, smiling brightly as if she hadnât done a single thing wrong in her life and loved you unconditionally.
How incredibly wrong that was.Â
âY/N! How are you? Oh dear, itâs been so long!â Your mother threw her arms around your neck, pulling you against her for a hug you just barely returned.Â
âGood. You?âÂ
âOh, Iâm great!â She beamed.
âWhat are you doing here?â You inquired, shutting the door after her entry.
âAh, I just couldnât believe my daughterâs married now, I wanted to drop by and say congratulations!â Your mother cheered, grinning widely as she began scanning the grand interior of your house, leering as though you werenât standing just before her.
âDrop by? You couldâve just came to the wedding, Mother...â You suggested despondently, plastering a pained smile onto your face. You attempted to meet her eyes, though they rather seemed to sparkle at anything that appeared expensive.
Anything but you.Â
âOh, I was in Ibiza. I couldnât just leave while my resort pass still had benefits on it, you know me.â She flashed you a cheeky smile as she playfully hit you, propping her heels off.
You nodded half heartedly, trying extremely hard to not lose it on her because you were in your home; a place meant for peace and comfort and didnât have room for negative.
Not to mention, Taehyung resided just upstairs in his study with most likely his door open, and you didnât want to risk bothering him if you raised your voice.Â
âIbiza was more important than your own daughterâs wedding, huh?â You spoke to yourself, nodding in a manner that would somehow help you accept the sad fact, though instead called forth a feeling you shouldâve grown accustomed to by now.
Disappointment.
She knew about the wedding, you knew your father informed her of the ceremony along with its date and time. Though as she audaciously ogled the embellishments of your front foyer and spoke to you carelessly, she practically screamed she gave 0 fucks about your wedding. That what really mattered to her was living out the full experience of an expensive vacation than attending a life-changing night for her daughter.Â
Typical.Â
âOh, câmon now. When you put it like that it makes me seem so bad.â Your mother pouted like a child. âIt wasnât a real marriage, anyway.â She waved off the conversation as she ventured further into the house, bold enough to strike another conversation . âMy God, this is the house of the Kim Taehyung?â Your motherâs eyebrows shot up, drinking in the grand size and wealthy look of the home. âYou got very lucky, Y/N.âÂ
You cocked an eyebrow, incredulous of what she was insinuating. âWhat do you mean, Mother?âÂ
âY/N, youâre married to Kim Taehyung. Do you understand how fantastic that is? For you?â Your mother was on the verge of scoffing, smoothing over her dress as she looked elsewhere. âHeâs an incredibly rich man, and considering that life of yours itâs a miracle he ever agreed to marry you.â Your mother relayed nonchalantly as she caught sight of an exquisite vase.Â
And there it was, the belittling. Youâd mentioned before you were often disparaged and received numerous insults when anything concerned your status as the runaway heiress. But what you failed to mention was the person who claimed the #1 position as your largest and most incessant hater.Â
Your mother.Â
âMother, it doesnât matter to me whether a man is rich or not.â You countered, trying to quell your snippy tone but it was as grand a fail your mother was at being a mother.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âUnlike you, Iâm not obsessed with my husbandâs money.â You almost spat with crossed arms, only this comment causing her to turn towards you.Â
âExcuse me? Iâm your mother, watch your tone a little.â She scolded quite lightly, before returning to inspect a painting.Â
You scoffed, âMy mother...â you repeated under your breath, rolling your eyes.Â
âNo mumbling, Y/N. Speak up.â
âI said itâs funny youâre referring to yourself as my mother.â You voiced clearer.
âAnd why is that so funny?â You could visibly see your mother failing to control her temper with you, masking it all behind a fake smile she mastered ages ago.Â
âBecause youâve been anything but a mother.â You retorted, knowing exactly what this conversation was leading into.Â
An argument.
âAnd youâve been daughter of the year?â Your mother countered, sarcastic tone cutting the air, and it only made you more irritated.Â
âHere we go again, the bad daughter narrative.â You scoffed. âFind something new to argue, will you?â You narrowed your eyes.
âAnd you believe your bad mother narrative is any better?â She sneered back. âIâve even come to visit you yet this it how youâre treating me. When will you ever learn to be grateful?â
âPlease, you chose a vacation over your own daughterâs wedding.â You held a hand up, gesturing against her audacity. âAnd when have I ever been ungrateful? I donât remember biting the hand that fed me.âÂ
âNo, Y/N, you didnât bite the hand that fed you, you completely neglected and abandoned it.â She claimed, drawing closer towards your direction. âYou left this family to pursue your own selfish desires. Youâre the very definition of ungrateful.âÂ
âExcuse me? Definition?âÂ
âYes, definition. You threw everything your father worked so hard for away. All he ever wanted was to provide his family with a comfortable life, but you instead wasted his efforts and made everyone's lives so much harder. Do you really think Iâll forgive you for what you did to your older brother?â Your mother voiced in an accusatory tone, bringing up an age old argument you knew was going to ravage any peace between you two.Â
âThat was not my fault, he was already due for the same thing in Korea, it doesnât matter if heâs in the U.S now.â You argued back.Â
âItâs all your fault! Youâre the reason Yoongi hasnât been able to come home in years! You ruined his entire life by making him uproot and take over the U.S faction when it was your role. Your decision to leave forced him into it!âÂ
âSo youâd rather have my life uprooted and ruined than your precious sonâs?â
âBecause my son isnât like you! He isnât selfish at all, Yoonie is a hard-working man whoâs always listened to me and your father, always rightfully prioritized the company. But you? Youâve only ever made things worse. Youâre completely useless, all you do is tear this family apart. Your father has to pick up your work, you keep your brother out of this country and give me years worth of stress!â Your mother shouted louder than she shouldâve, angry as her eyes revealed searing frustration, contempt.Â
You were trying to negate the hurt you felt by her words, having trained yourself to endure their sharp sting, though no matter how many times you heard them, it never made it any easier.Â
âOh please, your favouritism is showing, mother.â You remarked with near tears, her disregard for you so disturbingly apparent it left your eyes watering.Â
âYoongi has always loved his work and the company, but I never have. When will you understand that? If Iâve ruined our family so much why have I never heard these same words from Dad or Yoongi? Theyâve always supported me, understood and loved me regardless of what life I chose. Why canât you do the same? Why canât you just try to understand me for once?âÂ
âBecause thereâs nothing to understand. Youâre an heiress to this family, you are meant to live for this company and this company only. You owe your father and I your life, nothing has ever been yours. The least you could do to pay us back is by rightfully working at the company and not being as much of a disappointment as you are now.â You motherâs tone was strict and resolute, utterly fed up with you.
âCry me a river, mother. I don't owe you a single thing. Youâre one to talk about working alongside Dad and the company, all youâve ever done is use his money without a single care for his work.âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
âYou heard me, Mother, all you do is use Dad for his money. You know next to nothing about business or the company and have the least amount of right to lecture me about it. At least Iâm not a woman who mooches off somebody and lives recklessly!â You snapped back at her with tears just pooling your lash line, arms crossed tightly holding your chest where it felt your heart would collapse. Â
âDo you understand who youâre talking to? Speak with respect, Y/N, I am your mother.â She tried to finalize, but you werenât having any of it.Â
âAnd I could care less. Youâve never once done anything to warrant that title. All youâve ever done is travel the world and bathe in the luxuries your husband affords you without ever being there for me or Yoongi. It was always dad despite being so busy, it was never you. You weren't even there for my wedding, when I needed my mother the most. No, youâre someone whoâd rather use your rich husband and forget heâs a person.â Your voice was shaking at this point, practically rattling. âYou may not have been there for my wedding, but I would never do that to my husband.â You let everything out without a care at the point, flooding the tense air.Â
Your mother seemed to completely lose it at this, her tone scarily still as she gritted through her teeth. âYou wouldnât do that to your husband, really? Isnât that exactly what youâre doing right now?âÂ
You flashed her an incredulous look. âPardon?â
âYouâre married to one of the richest men in Seoul, and you think youâre not doing the same thing? Whose house do you live in? Whose food do you eat? Whose lavish lifestyle do you now get to relish in? Itâs all your husbandâs, not yours.â Your mother was practically spitting venom at this point, scoffing. âI must say, your quest for independence is interesting, having landed you in the exact same place you always berated me for. Look where you are now, mooching off your rich husband.âÂ
If words could dagger you in the heart and looks could kill, youâd surely be 6 ft. under by now.
Years, years youâve been stuck in this constant loop of back and fourth with your mother, arguing the same 5 things you could never see eye-to-eye on. And no matter what she said, no matter the insults, the belittling, the verbal abuse she always spat your way; youâd grown used to it. Her words became normal, second nature to you and so you easily drowned them out. Her insults became useless weapons you simply dodged and avoided.Â
But this, this was where your mother won.Â
Her words dawned a laughable sense of irony on you, nearly physically reeling as though someone had punched you in the gut at the realization. It was raw agony, the very prospect youâd spent the entirety of this ordeal evading.Â
To think the same independence you fought so gravely for, can so easily be erased and forgotten all due to marrying a rich CEO. It felt pathetic, unfair you had no choice but to marry Taehyung. It wasnât his fault he was rich, neither was it yours.Â
It was just coincidence, pure and utter coincidence. But to think this very coincidence would be the reason your stomach is churning and self-worth is collapsing; it was fucking unfortunate, miserable.Â
âLeave my house, this instance.â There was no emotion in your voice, it was flat, vision clouded.
âWhat did you say to me?âÂ
âI said get out!â You yelled, the shrill in your voice evidence of tears. âI donât ever want to see you again!âÂ
âDonât you dare raise your voice at me! Iâm your mother!âÂ
âYouâre not my mother at all, youâre the worst excuse of one. Leave my house!âÂ
âItâs not your house, Y/N! Itâs your husbandâs, and you will end up living the same life as me, using your husband for his money!â Your mother had somehow made her way over to you, having the audacity to push you back by your arms, driving her point home by the act of aggression.Â
You gritted through your teeth, eyes teary. âIâll never be like you, Iâll never be a cheap woman who only stays with a man for his money. A woman who probably cheats on her husband with wealthy men in other countries!â
This was the moment your mother gasped scandalously, becoming so irate she didnât hesitate to raise her hand and slap you across the face.Â
You stood emotionless, not even having the capacity to feel shocked or in pain due to how normal this was. There wasnât a single unfamiliar thing about the sting of her hand, the way her manicured nails scratched against your skin and worse, the way her wedding ring usually cut into your cheek to produce a small wound.Â
It was all too familiar, making you scoff as if this was exactly what you expected from her, exactly what you've always known.Â
âYou still hit your grown daughter, huh? The last 10 years of it werenât enough?â You endured the ache, swallowing back tears. You werenât letting them spill, not at this.Â
Not at something as undeserving as your mother.Â
âYou give reasons to, Y/N.â Your mother simply crossed her arms and looked away, showing the slightest hint of shame though never allowing it to leak into the proud and egotistical persona she assumed around you.Â
A suffocating silence pierced the air, looming for some time until you spoke.Â
âLeave this house, mother. I beg of you.â You pleaded, not out of desperation, though out of sheer tiredness. Tiredness of the same argument and the same insults you always directed each other, tired of the same outcomes that only ever lead to more bitterness tainting your relationship. âDonât make this any worse, weâve probably disturbed Taehyung upstairs.âÂ
Your mother looked at you with lightly raised eyebrows, inquiring. âHeâs home?âÂ
You nodded faintly. âYeah, so leave.âÂ
âAm I not allowed to meet him?â Your mother seemed offended.Â
âNo, youâre not.â You stated firmly, not caring about the sliver of respect you thought you had for her and instantly pushing her towards your front entrance, nabbing her shoes along the way.Â
âWhat are you-â She didnât even get to finish her sentence before you swung the front door open, guiding her outside and shoving her shoes in her hands.Â
She was about to retort until you shut the door on her, locking it. You leaned against the wood as you heard her protests, not minding her calls as you allowed your constrained tears to finally stream down your face.Â
It was too much, she was too much.Â
Why could your mother never see eye-to-eye with you? Why couldnât she be a normal mother? Why couldnât she be supportive? All she ever did was preach how useless you were, how selfish and ungrateful your very existence was.
Of course someone like her could never understand, never understand the value of autonomy and achieving something for yourself; sheâs never once done anything along those lines in her entire life.Â
Her words ran deeper today than they ever have, sending a stifling feeling to swarm your chest, your self-esteem and everything alike collapsing along with your pride.
It hurt, it really did. To hear those words from the very woman meant to love you so dearly, so unconditionally only exacerbated the pain. It made you jealous of every child you was gifted with a kind mother, not daring to curse anyone for it but simply feel it was unfair. Even Taehyung had such a warm and loving mother.Â
Maybe thatâs why Taehyung was so warm.Â
Taehyung.Â
You realized you were out in the open shedding tears where he could possibly see you, trying to silence the sobs that escaped your lips. You only failed, agony tightening your chest and growing more painful the more you held it all in. So you clutched your hand to your mouth and made straight for the kitchen sink, running the water loudly enough to drown out the sounds of you candidly crying.Â
Your cheek still stung, your heart ached and your mind spun endlessly, all while trying to desperately rid yourself of the worthless feeling inside you.Â
And it didnât work.Â
Taehyung had been working, scrolling through his laptop as he diligently reviewed status reports, only to have a notification brighten his phone screen. He flashed his occupied vision towards it and caught sight of his security system alerting him of his front door.Â
He grew curious knowing the housekeepers were shopping for groceries at this hour, causing him to tap the notification and display the camera feed of his front porch. He was welcomed by a woman heâs never seen, peaking his curiosity.Â
He almost rose from his seat until he saw the woman turn towards the door in accordance with you opening it, assuming you most likely knew her as she smiled brightly and ventured comfortably into the home.Â
Taehyung shrugged it off and returned to his tedious reading, staring at the practically blurring lines of text until he eventually began hearing raised voices from downstairs, his ajar doors and grand home producing an echoing effect that reached his study.Â
Taehyung cocked an eyebrow as he grew slightly worried, discerning it didnât sound like a friendly conversation. He abandoned his work and made towards the doors of his study, peaking towards the direction of his stair railings that overlooked the first floor of his home.Â
More of the conversation became apparent, and Taehyung instantly identified it sounded more like a negatively charged argument than a conversation. His eyebrows furrowed the more he listened, knowing it was bad manners to eavesdrop though finding himself doing so anyways.Â
âYou heard me, Mother, all you do is use Dadâs money. You know next to nothing about business or the company...â Taehyungâs eyebrows shot to the sky, realizing you were speaking to your mother; the same woman you explicitly expressed was to be avoided at all costs and even winced at the mention of.Â
He couldnât forget that from the first time he met you.Â
â...Speak with respect, Y/N, I am your mother. â The crudeness in your motherâs voice was already indicative of your ill relationship, the harshness sounding like second nature.Â
Taehyung grimaced.Â
â...All youâve ever done is travel the world and bathe in the luxuries your husband affords you without ever being there for me or Yoongi...â Yoongi? As in your brother, Min Yoongi? Taehyung only loosely recalled Min Yoongi lived and worked in the States, where he headed your fatherâs lucrative faction there.
Heâd only met the mellow, though diligent man a couple times before.
â...I would never do that to my husband.â Despite the intense situation, Taehyung felt the slightest tinge of pride hearing you refer to him as your husband. Â
âYou wouldnât do that to your husband? Isnât that exactly what youâre doing right now?âÂ
Oh fuck, Taehyung thought. This isnât going anywhere good.Â
âYouâre married to one of the richest men in Seoul, and you think youâre not doing the same thing? Whose house do you live in? Whose food do you eat?...â
Fuck, fuck, fuck.Â
Taehyung became alarmed, silently drawing his index finger and thumb over his lips in frustration. You didnât need to hear this, it was complete bullshit. Your situation with him was different, it was forced and coerced. Taehyung could tell you were someone who truly didn't favour using someone elseâs money, and knew you were trying your damn hardest to adjust to the idea itself having to spend your life with him.Â
He rushed out into the hallway where he began pacing, trying his hardest to contain himself and hope that you wouldnât take your motherâs words to heart. Was this why you were so adamant about the fucking card? Because you had to hear shit like this from your mother?Â
This was only going to undo the work heâd successfully laid out, thinking it would erase any convincing he had done about his money and whatâs his is yours. This was bad news, he didnât want you thinking any of your motherâs words were true.Â
They simply werenât.Â
âLeave my house, this instance.â
ïżœïżœWhat did you say to me?â
âI said get out! I donât ever want to see you again!â
Taehyung was becoming anxious, the argument was clearly escalating and he felt uneasy, an incessant feeling bothering his chest.Â
There it was again, that same sense of protection he felt when he saw you practically shaking talking to that Kisoo guy. He didn't understand why it manifested, or why he felt it so emphatically. All he knew was after hearing the way your voice nearly cracked, unstable and troubled as you grew more emotional, he felt the strong feeling to oddly.. rescue you?Â
Itâs like he wanted to bolt down the stairs, physically stand in between the argument and force your mother out of the house, all while trying to persuade you what she said wasn't true.Â
Why did he feel this way? This was none of his damn business, had absolutely nothing to do with him yet if it weren't for half the mind he had, he couldâve found himself racing down the stairs to defend you.
Taehyung shivered at the thought, shaking it off.
â... you will end up living the same life as me, using your husband for his money!â
âIâll never be like you, Iâll never be a cheap woman who only stays with a man for his money. A woman who probably cheats...â
And not long after he heard the slap, evidently hard and painful in just itâs sound. Taehyung immediately froze in his tracks, halting his pacing as worry blossomed in his chest. He prodded over to hide against the edge of the wall that connected to his staircase, able to peak at the sight of both you and your mother stood before the front foyer.Â
Taehyung felt pissed within seconds, again unable to decipher why he felt the need to protect you. Though what he did know was that he felt bothered, never wanted anyone to hurt you and he hated the very thought of it.Â
Maybe it was because of his considerate personality again, or maybe it really was because of you.Â
What made Taehyung grow even angrier, though, was the way you reacted, listening to you dub this as something that happened often, and he was uber pissed now.Â
You didnât fucking deserve that at all.Â
It took him no time to understand your apprehension and natural disliking for your mother, wanting himself to never have to converse with her. He would most likely be rude and curt, replaying the same vile words she really had the nerve to say to her own daughter. Scratch that, his wife.Â
Yeah, Taehyung thought. My wife shouldnât be treated like this.Â
He knew it was wrong, impolite of him to assume and judge a person so openly based on their cover, though Taehyung could tell these were your motherâs true colours, and any other persona she assumed would only be a farce.Â
Taehyung watched as you simply shoved your mother out of the house, shutting the door only to lean against it and allow the tears youâd hidden to fall down your cheeks. Taehyung turned his back and leaned against the wall, concealing himself to give you privacy.Â
He knew it was already rude to have eavesdropped, even ruder to look on at such a vulnerable moment. It was rude because he wouldnât even be able to comfort you, only watch as a dumb-founded bystander; rendered useless because it wasnât his place to console you.
He knew nothing about you.
He really didnât know your situation, the relationship you had with your mother. He couldnât step on your toes and give you advice as if he knew you, nor supply you with words that would make you feel better; contemplating heâd possibly never be able to.Â
He wasnât your remedy, he wasnât your muse, just a man you were forced to marry and now have to live with. A man who stripped you of your independence, ruined your life all just by his mere existence.
 And so Taehyung found even more reasons to not rush to you, simply leave you on your own knowing he was partly the reason for your pain, your suffering. That your mother only said such things because of him, that she only insulted you because of him.Â
So he found himself retreating, walking carefully back to his study to mind his own business and continue his work, complete it as though nothing happened.Â
But as each step seemed to grow longer, heavier, he found himself unable to retreat. Unable to function knowing you were probably hurting, unable to ignore you and so blatantly turn his back on you.Â
So in a hasty, irrational decision, Taehyung found himself turning on his heel and rushing towards the staircase.Â
You continued to sob quietly, thinking if you just let it all out now, cried just about hard enough all the sorrow would leave your body. So thatâs what you did, bit your lips to contain the aching feeling in your chest as your throat seemed to constrict, swallowing all your feelings down in an attempt to poorly control them.Â
You were in your own world, the sinkâs water masking any noise behind you, and so when somebodyâs hand reached out to rest against your shoulder, you were completely startled. You jumped, quickly shutting the water in a flash and refusing to look back at the culprit to save your pride.Â
Whoever it was, they couldnât see you like this.Â
Though when you heard his dulcet, deep voice calling your name, you knew exactly who it was.
âY/N?â
You straightened yourself up, breathing out the emotions ravaging your chest and stabilizing your voice to address him. âHey, Taehyung. What um.. what are you doing here?âÂ
Taehyung could hear your solemn attempt to cover everything up, feeling your sense of embarrassment practically fill the air.Â
âNothing, just.. wanted to see you.â Taehyung said, unsure of how to approach this.
âYouâre probably busy. You should go back to work.â You tried hard to sound okay while you practically swallowed back tears, clutching the counter of the sink.
âItâs alright, not important.â Taehyung waved it off, letting his hard remain on your shoulder seeing you didnât reject him. A beat of silence lingered until he spoke again.
âCan you look at me, Y/N?â There was no pressure in his voice, just the same soft consideration youâd heard at the hotel suite a couple nights ago.
And you hated it, hated that it made you want to give in, want to so easily follow his request and bare to him whatever he wanted.
Until your last braincell kicked in.Â
âIâm sorry, Taehyung. Iâm really sorry if I interrupted your work. Please go back to your study.â You voiced just barely above a shaky tone, trying your absolute hardest to sound just fine, seem okay. But the more Taehyung spoke, the more you felt your defense mechanisms slowly coming undone.
And you knew he knew.
âI wasn't interrupted.â He stated normally, his voice natural and yet he sounded so.. comforting? He was simply responding to you and yet his voice and presence seemed to soothe the sharp ache in your chest.Â
It was fucking poetic.Â
âIâm sure I did, Taehyung. Just please, return to your work.âÂ
âI donât need to, Y/N, I can stay here.â He was firm as he stood behind you, measly hand against your shoulder and his usually intimidating, towering figure reassuring.
It was odd.
âYou shouldnât. Just go back, Taehyung.â You attempted to voice with more strength, trying to blink tears away and it didnât convince Taehyung in the slightest.
âI donât want to. Look at me first.â His voice sounded calm, and it was really like honey. Thick yet sweet, so deep and yet itâs cadence harboured the ability to put anyone at ease.
You shut your eyes tightly, wiping at them hastily to rid any tears as you sniffled and turned around. You were met by his face that slightly softened at the sight of you, eyes seeming to melt as they swirled with consideration, different from his usually unreadable expression.Â
âSee, Iâm fine. You can go back to work.â You plastered a smile on, trying to stand a little more confidently, though Taehyung didnât budge.Â
He only remained, gazing at the features of your face as he seemed to drape his own with a small sense of sadness, like he was upset, maybe even hurt? It was slight, though identifiable. It left you quite speechless, thinking it was all just part of your imagination.
It couldnât be real. Â
But it exactly was as Taehyungâs large hand came up to gently touch the cheek your mother slapped. You didnât realize it hurt more than it shouldâve when you felt a sharp sting at his touch, wincing.
You registered there was probably a visible mark and grew too vulnerable, downright embarrassed for your liking and so you deflected him, smacking his hand away from your face as you looked off to the side.Â
âIâm fine, Taehyung.â You declared, and Taehyung didnât know how to react as his hand came off you, feeling a bit disheartened. He simply wanted to help, and he didnât want to leave without doing so.
So he still looked at you, eyes possibly growing sympathetic though it couldâve been a figment of your imagination again.
âYou didnât deserve that.â He voiced soft in sound, though resolute in nature.
Taehyung was having trouble choosing what he could say without overstepping, invading a part of you he probably shouldnât.Â
âI didnât ask for a pity party, Taehyung. Go back to work.â You said with a more snippy tone than you planned, though found it befitting of your current emotions nonetheless.Â
âIâm not pitying. Iâm..â Taehyung struggled for a word until you answered.Â
âWhat, caring?â You scoffed, âPlease, Taehyung, you donât have to care like my real husband, itâs only on paper-â
âBut I am your real husband.â Taehyung emphasized, his serious eyes meeting yours. âItâs on paper and in real life, so I think Iâm allowed to care.â Taehyung retorted with narrowed eyes finding he liked that sentence, liked what it had to convey because it was damn true.Â
Taehyung decided on reaching for your arms to drive his point home, though watched as you again, naturally retracted from him. You still seemed to refuse him, didnât see him in a good enough light to not cower away.Â
And he still fucking hated it.Â
Taehyung went for it anyway and gripped your arms when you began to draw away, catching you. The action nearly demanded you look into his eyes, and found yourself doing exactly so.Â
âY/N, first, donât be scared of me, please?â His eyes grew soft. âI seriously-I really hate it. I would never..â Taehyung trailed as his vision fell to the side of your face, eyes seeming to reflect concern.
You were completely surprised, watching him unmask a plethora of emotion you didn't think heâd so candidly reveal.
Taehyung brought his hand to brush your slightly swollen cheek, continuing. âI would never do this, do anything to scare you. I just wouldnât.â Taehyung was emphatic and genuine, gently touching the fresh wound on the apple of your cheek.
âI.. know that, Taehyung.â You again felt that same urge to touch his hand that touched you, but you decided against it. âThough I donât need your pity. This doesnât hurt, donât break a sweat about it, please.â You were trying to turn away from his hold but Taehyung didnât let go, maintaining you in his hands.
âItâs not pity, Y/N. Itâs sympathy. This bothers me, okay?â
âI donât need it. Iâve got myself-âÂ
âBut youâre not alone.â Taehyung suddenly stated seriously, tone permeating the air and you just about froze. You only looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, trying to decipher what he was trying to say.
âYouâre not.. alone, okay? You have me.â He spoke as though he was trying to convey a meaningful message, trying to mark his own words. âIn whatever way... you have me.â It was a hesitant claim, but it felt just like when heâd made his promise to you at the altar.Â
And suddenly you found yourself giving in, sighing as you registered this was all pretty much an elaborate reflection of the lesson you learned not so long ago. You and Taehyung are married now, and no matter how that status manifested itself, you had to accept what came with it.
Especially if it meant him.
âOkay.â You replied simply, multiple emotions masked by the plain word.Â
Taehyung looked at you a little surprised youâd actually accepted that, but broke into a genuine grin you hadnât really seen before.Â
And you really did like the way he smiled.
He made you want to smile too, though as your facial muscles worked for the grin your cheek stung, wincing as a result. Taehyung exclaimed within a matter of seconds. âAh, donât move.â He cautioned, smiling a little when you chuckled at his overreaction. âDonât worry, Taehyung. Itâs alright.âÂ
âAlright, my foot.â Taehyung joked, bending down to inspect your wound closer than you expected, and you hid the feeling that shot through you because of his proximity with a nervous laugh, causing you to wince again.Â
âHey, what did I say?â Taehyung chastised you lightly, lips in a straight line as he shook his head disapprovingly. âCâmon, letâs treat this.âÂ
You immediately whined, feeling too lazy to get something so small and insignificant treated. âTaehyung, itâs not even that bad, why?â You pouted.Â
âCause itâll leave a mark on your pretty face.â Taehyung smiled innocently, not even caring about the effect it left on you as he found your hand and tugged you along to the second floor. Your eyes only remained widened, never letting up the surprise that took you.Â
Did he just call you pretty?Â
You let Taehyung lead you to your master bathroom, where he situated you by the counter and shuffled around for his first-aid kit. He finally retrieved the box, dabbing some alcohol onto a cotton swab and bringing it to your face.Â
Taehyung just about performed the action until he began struggling bending to your height, wanting to carefully apply the alcohol. So he tried different angles and maneuvered himself around, all coming up useless. âGod, why do you have to be so small?â Taehyung huffed under his breath as he stood to his full height, contemplating how heâd accomplish this.Â
âIâm not small, youâre just really-â You were about to complete your sentence until Taehyungâs hands suddenly grabbed your waist, lifting you in a single breath and propping you up onto the bathroom counter. You wouldâve exclaimed, maybe protest though believed it wouldâve made the heat in your face so much more apparent.
âThatâs better.â He grinned, biting back a chuckle at your flushed face and widened eyes. Â
Those fucking eyes.Â
Taehyung then found it easier to apply what he needed, cleaning up the wound precariously before dabbing on some ointment to avoid any scarring, only missing a bandage to place on your cheek. Taehyung searched for one in his kit and drawers, though came up empty-handed. He became puzzled as to where he put his bandages, placing his hands in his pockets to think until he felt the familiar scratch of a wrapper.
He furrowed his eyebrows at first until he figured exactly what it was.Â
And he suppressed a stupid grin.Â
Taehyung pulled out the wrapper and watched as you avoided eye contact with him, cheeks still clearly warm as you swung your legs on the counter in anticipation of him.
Cute, he thought.
He ripped the wrapper, chucking the garbage aside as he drew close to your face. His breath suddenly fanned you, mere inches from your face with his lips so proximal you were stupidly remembering your kiss from a couple days ago.
He was just so close. So close that you could actually discern he had this pretty little mole on his cheek, even one just underneath his eye, lining his lash line. You smiled realizing he had such unique details, even seeing he had a mono-lid and a double eyelid. Then came his obvious features, his plushy, pink lips, his chocolate eyes, his soft hair and sculpted face structure. It made you want to hide your own face out of near insecurity.
He was just so beautiful.
You watched him as he focused on you, trying to calm down your oddly racing heart, feeling the sensation of his closeness shoot through your body. He smoothed the bandage over your cheek and drew away far too earlier than you wanted.
âThere. Apply something before putting a bandage on, right?â He cocked an eyebrow and looked at you knowingly, crossing his arms.Â
You immediately smiled at the sentiment, realizing itâs the same line you said to him during your first exchange, and you felt your heart just slightly, slightly flutter at the thought he remembered.
âRight.â
It had been a week since that incident.
Taehyung and yourself had assumed your regular lives, having to drudge back to work after a few days off.
Your motherâs words still lingered around in your head, spoiling your mood here and there though assuming the ever-so healthy manner of simply pushing the mentally detrimental thoughts away, distracting yourself with work.Â
You wish you could detail anymore interactions with Taehyung, though they were scarce with how rarely you saw each other. You both either just missed each other, were too busy to pay attention or simply came home too late. Even sleeping together was hit or miss, usually either of you crawling into bed earlier than the other with no real exchanges.
You could say it made you feel just a little sad, though not entirely considering you two were genuinely busy people, Taehyung an even busier person.
That all came to a full stop though one Friday morning, you were seated by the island and staring at your most recent design for a building, iPad pen twirling in hand. You were sipping on coffee when Taehyung pulled out a chair and suddenly startled you, coffee almost spilling.
âJheez,â you huffed, âyou scared me.âÂ
âSorry, you were just really focused.â Taehyung apologized as he placed his own iPad down, reading away.
Itâd been like this the whole week, you either designing and leading projects at your own job with Taehyung the ever-busy CEO at his own company, causing you both to often sit in each otherâs presence though never take your eyes off your screens.
âHey, I wanted to tell you something.â Taehyung suddenly perked up, stopping his scrolling.Â
âHm?â You looked up.Â
âI shouldâve told you this sooner, but we have to attend a gala tonight.â Taehyung grimaced at how sudden this seemed, arms crossed as he leaned on the counter.
Did the action really have to make his biceps pop?
Anyway, you were nearly spitting out your drink for the umpteenth time because of Taehyung, eyes blown out at his abrupt news.Â
âWh-what did you just say? Tonight?â
âYeah, one of friendsâ companies. 25th anniversary since establishment.â Taehyung went to bite a piece of his toast with strawberry jam.
You noticed he liked strawberries and didnât like bread crust, making you want to smile sometimes at the child-like charm he hid underneath his intimidating persona. âTheyâre holding a huge gala and heâs one of my best friends, weâll have to attend.â
You eventually came to understanding him, trying to wrap your head around having to suddenly attend such a high-end event.Â
âThis event is also going to be our first public appearance together. Itâs important.â Taehyung stressed, back to scrolling through his iPad.Â
âThatâs alright. I donât mind going, itâs just...I donât think I even have a dress for a gala.â You mentally sifted through your own wardrobe, coming up short once you realized you havenât been to an extravagant event like that since you were a teenager.
âI know, I bought one for you.â
You should really stop drinking beverages around Taehyung because you can never seem to keep them in your damn mouth. âYou bought one? Taehyung..â You whined. âWhat did I say about giving me things?âÂ
âHey, what did I say about giving you things?â He scolded you lightly. âI give you things simply because I want to.â Â
You pouted. âStill, you donât even know my size, when did you even have time?â
âThat doesnât matter. Itâll fit you, donât worry.â Taehyung sent a smile as he deflected your question and returned to his iPad, not wanting to reveal that heâd secretly referred to your other dresses in your shared closet for your correct measurements.
âBut it probably wasted your time. I shouldâve gone out and bought it myself.â You felt guilty, realizing it probably made him compromise his work.
âIt wasnât a waste of time.â Taehyung countered, not really liking how you considered yourself not worthy of spending time on.
âI- thank you.â You blurted out before his statement could effect you. âWhen does the event begin?â
â7. You should try getting off work early to get ready.â Taehyung suggested, sipping his tea as he looked at you.
âOh God, Iâm gonna have to doll myself up. I havenât done that in ages.â You held a hand to your mouth, trying to digest the fact youâd probably have to look like a trophy wife.Â
âI could get you a makeup artist and hair stylist.â Taehyung offered.Â
âNo, itâs okay. I think Iâll be fine. I just havenât been to a gala in a long time.â You felt surprised about the fact yourself. âIâm gonna have to meet so many people.âÂ
âYou will, but Iâll be there.â Taehyung assured, glancing up at you.
âOf course, but you wonât be with me the entire night. Iâll have to brush up on my rich people skills.â You blew a raspberry, knowing you had great interpersonal skills but just didnât like acting so fake all the time.Â
âI wonât leave, just stick with me the whole night.â Taehyung stated as he absentmindedly held his index finger to his lips reading an email, quite goddamn illegally if you had to say so yourself.Â
âI will.â You confirmed, erasing at a line on your iPad. âWill you come home early too?â
Taehyung clicked his tongue disappointingly. âI will but just barely on time. Fridayâs mean meetings for me, so I canât leave early. Iâll get ready at work, come back inside the house to get you.â
âOkay.â Youâre not sure why you felt suddenly sad he wouldnât be home earlier. Maybe it was just the usual feeling of not wanting to be alone, because God forbid you actually started getting used to Taehyungâs presence.Â
Taehyung rose from his seat and cast his iPad to the side, sliding on his suit jacket as he glanced at his watch, checking the time. You noticed yourself and flashed your vision to your iPad, gawking at the time and realizing you could be late.Â
âOh shit, I have to go.âÂ
âMe too, Iâll see you tonight, okay?â Taehyung confirmed as he made his way to the front door, fixing his sleeve. You propped off your own seat and began walking towards the stairs, just about ascending until Taehyung suddenly called your name.Â
âY/N!â He peeked out from the front door, seconds from leaving.Â
âYes?âÂ
âI hope you like the colour, itâs one of my favourites.â Taehyung smiled sweetly, sending his last farewell before he dashed out of the house.Â
Your eyebrows shot up and practically gawked, immediately running up the stairs thinking of where to find this dress. He had to have hidden it from you considering heâs been doing so ever since he mysteriously bought it.Â
You instinctively rushed into your shared bedroom to grab a scrunchy for the day, all distracted until you caught sight of a white box adorned with a black bow sitting atop your bed.Â
Your eyes went wide just reading the infamous label.Â
Chanel.Â
You had to physically keep from flooring yourself, in disbelief heâd purchased you a Chanel dress. You were even more fearful to uncover it, the information of him buying it himself raking your brain.Â
It was even his favourite colour, nearly swooning at the fact he chose for you to wear his favourite colour. So you made your way over to the box hesitantly, untying the ribbon and casting the lid aside cautiously, only to audibly gasp.Â
Your eyes fell to a ruby red dress with a delicate V neckline, completely blown away he chose such a bold colour for you to wear.Â
You carefully grabbed the dress to take it out of its box, revealing more to discover it was a floor-length gown. It produced a small train though lifted in the front to reveal the shoes youâd wear, the skirt of plain, thick fabric until you saw the torso area; light beading expanding from the stomach area eventually leading into the skirt.Â
Shock wasnât even the correct word to use, you were stunned, completely taken by his choice. The dress was simply gorgeous, beautiful in its own right and you were almost too afraid to wear it.Â
Nonetheless, this event was important to Taehyung, so you took a deep breath, tucked the dress back into its box and mentally prepared yourself for the day ahead.Â
It was bordering 6:30 now.Â
Youâd successfully left work early, around the 2 oâclock mark to come home and indulge in a 4 hour self-care routine. Itâd seriously been too long since you last attended an event similar to this, grand in size and visited by at least a hundred people.Â
It reminded you of your engagement party, though not entirely since there would paparazzi and would be your first real appearance with Taehyung ever since your wedding.Â
And quite frankly, you really wanted look better than you did then. You labelled it pretty much a disaster since you were a catatonic mess regretting all her life choices, probably looking unappealing in all your photos.Â
Along with knowing the impact Taehyung has, not only in the business world but in general also left you wanting to up your game. You were his wife now, and that came with a high amount of scrutiny and criticism having nabbed one of the most eligible bachelorâs in Korea.
Youâd already given up ever checking any articles and avoided social media, knowing that there would be inevitably nasty and judgmental comments. This night was important though, where youâd flank him as the women heâs so-called âin love withâ or the âlove of his lifeâ.Â
It also dawned on you Taehyung in fact had a high-valued reputation to uphold, and so did you as his wife.Â
So as you stood before the mirror in the walk-in closet, inspecting your dress, you contemplated how youâd survive this night, how you would act as the perfect, most suitable wife to Taehyung.Â
You really wanted to hide your face out of how dolled up you looked; your makeup was on the elegant side, not heavy but brushed up to look soft, completed with red lipstick that matched your dress and hair set around your face in loose waves.Â
The dress looked almost embarrassingly good on you, Taehyung somehow having chosen the right sized dress as it hugged your every curve right, accentuating the right parts of your body and even the V neckline not dipping too low, but showing quite the generous amount of skin.Â
You couldnât stop blushing at all.Â
Taehyung had finally arrived at the house, rushing inside quickly registering he was cutting the time close. âY/N! Iâm home!â he called for you, quickly checking his appearance in a mirror as he smoothed pieces of his parted hair, curling just before his eyes and revealing some forehead.
âIâm in our room!âÂ
He approved his own look in the mirror and jogged up the stairs, mentally preparing himself before heâd have to see you in the dress he chose, almost excited about it.Â
Heâd simply loved it at first sight, and couldnât stop pondering what the striking colour would look like on you. So as Taehyung entered your bedroom, he became confused finding it empty. He then ventured further inside, catching sight of the ajar closet door and light beaming through.Â
He sauntered over carefully, peeking inside and Taehyungâs jaw nearly dropped to the floor, almost stupidly.Â
His eyes fell to you standing in front of the mirror, fidgeting as you looked at yourself in the dress with the back of it undone.Â
And Taehyung had never seen anything more pretty in his life.Â
He was speechless for the umpteenth time because of you, not even knowing how to begin a sentence because he might sound like a second grader if he did. So all Taehyung could muster up the literacy to say was âWow.âÂ
You turned around instantly, eyes looking as though you were a deer caught in headlights. Taehyungâs eyes widened even more peering at the elegant front, jaw almost slack as he scanned over your body.
âT-Taehyung.â You couldnât think of anything else to say.Â
Taehyung still seemed to be struggling a little, eyes glued to you until he cleared his throat and looked away. âUm, yeah?âÂ
âS-sorry, but.. could you actually..?â And you did it again, angling your back towards Taehyung to call to the zipper of your dress. You really couldnât try zipping it yourself, which left it sitting comfortably just at your lower back, your skin exposed to Taehyung.Â
You could visibly see Taehyung flash his eyes to your skin until he looked elsewhere, nodding as he licked his lips. âSure.âÂ
You watched him near you, his face blank as he took a handful of your hair and softly placed in front of you. He then brought his hand against your side to hold you in place, his other working for the zipper. It was another case of his rather hot breath fanning your back, almost teasingly zipping up your dress by simple inches.Â
He was close again, closer than heâs been in a week and you sincerely hated it always affected you in some way. It made your chest flutter, suck in a breath you didnât even need to hold in. You relaxed when Taehyung finally finished, his hands gripping your arms from behind as he looked at you through the mirror.
And for some odd reason, he liked how your heights contrasted each other.Â
He had the slightest hint of a smile, eyes seeming to gleam with something you couldnât quite decipher.Â
âYou look pretty.â He said, gazing at you through the reflection and you had to physically stop from beaming like an idiot. Your chest fills with butterflies, face collecting with heat at his compliment.Â
How could an Adonis like him call you pretty?
You bit your lip, gazing up at his taller, impeccably dressed reflection as you admired him, his every feature crafted to a degree of perfection that left you in awe.Â
âYou look really handsome.â You complimented, watching his lips just about curve into a smile that met his eyes, and you wish he didnât have to look so handsome when he smiled too.Â
âThank you.â He voiced before turning you around by your arms to face him. âMake sure you wear a coat tonight, itâs cold.â He informed, you nodding until your quick eyes spotted his tie loosened by just a centimeter, throwing you off.Â
âOh, your tie.â You exclaimed quietly, reaching for it without a thought and pushing it upwards, angling it to perfection. Taehyung suddenly froze, unexpecting of you doing such a thing and so proximal his nose flooded with your perfume, liking the scent.Â
Peonies.Â
He tensed with an unknown feeling until your gazes locked on each other, simply looking to look while your hands remained on his tie. He realized more than a second passed and Taehyung scrambled for something to say, sputtering.
âIâll uh.. Iâll be waiting out front.â He assured as he stepped away, exiting the room quickly and leaving you to your lonesome.Â
This was gonna be one hell of a night, you thought.
âRemember, thereâs going to be a lot of cameras and people here. Weâll really need to act like a couple.â Taehyung sat beside you in the back of an Escalade, manspreading in all his glory and you were sincerely glad he couldnât read your mind.
âGot it, letâs give emâ a show.â You cheered with your little fists, determined as the car arrived at the lavish venue.Â
âYeah, letâs do it.â Taehyung mimicked your action. âDonât worry about getting nervous, Iâm there.â He assured for good measure, gauging your affirmation. Â
You nodded as you took a deep breath, smoothing over your dress and fixing your hair. Taehyung unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned into you, speaking near your ear. âIâll get out first and open the door for you, wait here.â You tensed at the action before nodding again, Taehyung making his way out the car.Â
He then opened your door as promised within seconds, greeting you with a warm smile as he held out his hand for you. You grinned back at him affectionately as you took it, adjusting your dress to step onto the concrete.Â
You were met by dozens of camera flashes and a yelling crowd, shouting various things you couldnât quite make out. You were almost distracted by it and felt a small sense of anxiety creep up you, until Taehyung pulled you flush against his side, hand curving around your waist.
You smiled up at him in accordance, and he beamed back as he walked you two down the carpet leading into the venue, casually ignoring all the noise and people.Â
Taehyung guided you inside safely to where you were welcomed by a beautiful looking hall, pristine and extremely elegant. It was surely fitting for a grand gala. Your eyes caught a small crowd of photographers in the foyer snapping photos at a certain wall with a backdrop, curiosity dawning on you as Taehyung led you towards the coat check.Â
âWhatâs happening there?â You pointed towards the scene.Â
âOh, exclusive press.â He snuck a look, stripping off his coat. âTheyâre the ones I was talking about, theyâre gonna take pictures of us.â Taehyung answered distracted as he retrieved your coat and gave both to the coat checker, smiling a thank you.Â
You didnât even have time to really respond as Taehyung dragged you to the very scene, the pair of you next to have photos taken. You tried to process the whole thing as he walked you over, mentally preparing to look your best until Taehyung suddenly whispered lowly in your ear again.Â
And again, it sent shivers down your spine.Â
âJust smile and hold me, okay?â Your chest fluttered for an odd reason, nodding back to him as he brought you in front of the line of photographers.Â
You stayed true to your promise and tucked an arm around his torso as the other draped his chest, closest to him as you could. Taehyung almost settled next to you until he felt something at his feet, noticing he was nearly stepping on your gown.Â
He broke away from you, unexpectedly bending down to catch the skirt of your dress and delicately fix it behind you. You heard the hushed exclamations of the photographers, most of them doting on his considerate act as you just about protested, though suddenly remembered Taehyungâs words from today.Â
It was probably better to stay silent.Â
So you simply smiled as you watched Taehyung adjust your dress, feeling a warm sensation spread across your chest when he returned even though it most likely was for show, his hands coming back on you.Â
This time you didnât try to suppress anything, allowing some of your feelings to manifest into a real smile, remembering you were to appear as a couple anyway.Â
And whether or not there was some truth to your expressions, was anyone really keeping track?
You two began posing for the photographers, smiling in all directions and clutching onto each other closely. You occasionally tried different angles to look better, everything going smoothly until you heard someone shout out, eyes widening as a result.
âKiss her!âÂ
It wasnât long before the other photographers began agreeing, encouraging Taehyung to kiss you and you had no clue how he would react. You were slightly biting your lip as you were occupied avoiding eye contact, that was until Taehyung quietly called you.
âY/N, look at me.âÂ
âHm?â You instinctively responded and looked up at him, completely taken by surprise when Taehyung suddenly planted a soft kiss to your forehead. Your eyes visibly went wider, only his chest to stare at until he eventually disconnected.
He returned his eyes to you and grinned at your wide-eyed reaction, suddenly reminding you. âSmile,â he encouraged with the flash of his own boxy grin, wanting to see you smile.Â
And it damn well worked.Â
Taehyung was right about the size of this gala.Â
Huge.Â
It was grand, the entire hall seeming to be spat right out of a castle with about a hundred fancy-looking people inside. You thought it wouldâve been uninteresting and difficult to communicate with others tonight and put on your best fake smile, though the nightâs atmosphere amassed with champagne, good food and great conversationalists left you in a better mood than you expected.Â
It was actually quite fun, finding yourself genuinely conversing with the people Taehyung dragged you to meet, keeping to your promise of staying right by his side the whole night, and he kept his, never having left you.Â
Youâd met various people, having gotten familiar to Taehyungâs high-status world of business and relations. Long story short, Taehyung knew a lot of people, and you were surprised at how extroverted he suddenly seemed. Â
He was practically a social butterfly, not having forgotten a single name of who he spoke to along with somehow remembering personal details about their lives. It left you impressed, joining along with his light-hearted conversation with your own extrovert tendencies.Â
Everyone youâd met had been nice so far, but by far the most amusing people youâd met had to have been Taehyungâs 5 best friends, the same ones youâd seen in his photographs.Â
âY/N, this is Kim Namjoon and Seokjin, theyâre brothers.âÂ
Both tall and quite frankly broad men greeted you warmly, one of them having a nice dimply smile while the other was far too handsome to be looked at for free.Â
âNice to meet you, Y/N.â They said after another, reaching out to shake your hand. âWeâre co-CEOs of one of Koreaâs largest private airline.â Namjoon of the two informed. Â
âLikewise. And wow, thatâs impressive.â You complimented. âMight I also say, youâre both.. tall.â You had to almost crane your neck to meet their eyes, thankful for the heels you were wearing as the group laughed at your remark.Â
âPerhaps, though youâre quite short yourself, Y/N.â Seokijn commented light-heartedly, causing you to playfully pout and retort him. âOh câmon, I hear that from Taehyung already, not you too.â You giggled, absentmindedly leaning into Taehyung as he tensed, your body pressing into his.Â
âItâs cause Taehyung likes short girls, teasing means he likes you.â A built looking man with longer hair suddenly joked, nudging Taehyung with his elbow.
âShut up, Jungkook. I was gonna give you a proper introduction, not anymore.â Taehyung scolded, though Jungkook persisted.Â
âWell, you just said my name, thatâs already half the intro.â Jungkook then gently took your hand, placing a chaste kiss against the back of it you didnât expect at all.Â
âNice to meet you, Y/N. Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Koreaâs largest game development company.â Jungkook sent you a kind smile and it was hard to not compare him to a bunny, his teeth reminding you of one.Â
âYah, donât do thatâ Taehyung swatted Jungkookâs hand away, protesting disapprovingly.Â
âWoah, did Taehyung just get jealous?â Namjoon inquired shocked.
âSomebody get their phone out, weâll need evidence I didnât hit him first.â Jungkook held up his hands in mock surrender.Â
âJungkook, the only thing weâre finding in our phones is videos of you nibbling on carrots.â Taehyung quipped and it made the group chortle, yourself speaking up at the mention of a rabbit.Â
âActually, I was thinking you resemble a bunny.â You simply wanted to voice an observation, though it sent the whole group into a frenzy.Â
âSee Jungkook! Other people notice it too!â A man you hadnât been introduced to yet suddenly burst out, though you could automatically tell he gave off this radiant energy that was infectious.Â
He almost felt like the sun.Â
âWhatever, Hoseok, youâre like a squirrel.â Jungkook countered and you digested the manâs name for information.Â
âAnd youâre a rabbit, you better buy me what we wagered.â Hoseok scolded from what you could assume, was the younger of the two.Â
âWagered? I donât remember anything about that.â Jungkook feigned innocence as he looked off to the side.
âJungkook, we were all there that day, you owe Hoseok a vending machine.â Namjoon spoke up, laughing through the remark.Â
âGuys. Y/N is literally right here, we didnât even introduce ourselves properly.â A man with a fairly sweet voice interjected. He had such soft visuals, almost similar to an angel if you wanted to be honest.Â
He then looked to you with a sweet smile, extending his hand. âNice to meet you, Y/N. Park Jimin, CEO of Park Hotels & Resortsâ
âThis is his event.â Taehyung informed.
âOhh, nice to meet you!â You perked up, his aura making you feel all comfortable and giggly, there was just something about his bubbly energy.Â
The man named Hoseok then extended his hand, âNice to meet you, Y/N. Jung Hoseok. Sorry for the late introduction, but I basically own a bunch of famous clubs across Korea.â He laughed all dimply and warm, and he really did remind you of the sun.Â
âOh wow, hopefully weâll get to visit sometime! Clubs are so fun.â You lit up, all excited about a good club scene until Taehyung ruined your fun.Â
âNuh uh, not after your little drunk scene at our engagement party.â Taehyung looked down at you and chastised.Â
âTaehyung, it wasnât even that much. Donât be dramatic.â You scolded him back.Â
âAlright Miss Iâm-Not-A-Lightweight, I almost had to carry you.âÂ
âI was walking just fine last time I remembered.â You crossed your arms and feigned innocence, Taehyung growing scandalized.Â
âOh really, now?â He cocked an eyebrow, just about to continue until Namjoon interjected. âLooks like married lifeâs been treating you guys well.âÂ
âOf course, they look practically in love.â Hoseok beamed sarcastically, gesturing towards you both.
âCâmon, Taehyung, tell us what you love about her. Letâs see the simping.â Jungkook playfully taunted Taehyung, egging him on. Â
âShut up. You all already know our marriage isnât real.â Taehyung rebutted the younger man, eyes narrowed.Â
You were taken aback, eyes flashing to Taehyung. âThey know?âÂ
âOf course they do, your best friend knows too, doesnât she?â Taehyung was referring to Hana, and you acquiesced realizing he had a point.Â
âYou know, you guys say itâs a fake marriage but you look pretty close to me.â Jimin pointed towards Taehyungâs arm still hugging around your waist, causing you both to realize and promptly disconnect.Â
âNo, we arenât.â You and Taehyung retorted at the same time, vision snapping to each other with shocked eyes.Â
âOh câmon, Tae, youâre really gonna say about your wife?â Seokjin teased him, playful lilt to his tone.Â
âYeah, Taehyung, just look at her, how arenât you whipped already?â Jungkook remarked as he gestured towards you, feeling shy as your feet shuffled.Â
âIâm not answering that.â Taehyung bit back with an irritated tone, folding his arms as he broke eye contact with the group.Â
You decided to lighten the mood. âGuys, please, the only thing Taehyungâs whipped for is his company.â You joked, and despite the small sense of hurt saying that sentence, you felt joy making the men suddenly laugh so loudly.Â
Taehyungâs shy and embarrassed expression was even more priceless.Â
âOh my God, Y/N, youâre seriously the perfect match for him.â Hoseok added on as he laughed and you couldnât help but bite back a smile, not knowing what he meant by that though taking it as a compliment.
âAlright guys, remember we had a mission: operation make-Taehyung-and-Y/Nâs-marriage-seem-real-as-fuck.â Jungkook suddenly put on the theatrics and halted the group, changing the conversation.Â
âOh yeah, we had a whole plan, didnât we?â Jimin remembered.Â
âYup. Gotta prepare them for nosey press and annoying relatives. We should start with questions theyâd get asked. Make it like a fake interview or something.â Namjoon suggested, leading along the others as he pretended to hold a microphone.Â
âYouâre all some of the richest men in Seoul yet youâre acting like children. I donât know you people.â Taehyung tried waving the men off while you couldnât help but laugh, finding them the most fun people youâve encountered.Â
Childish or not, they were completely unexpected of what you thought a group of CEOs. They didnât live up to the clichĂ© uptight and uber sophisticated stereotype, rather open and acted however they chose.Â
It was refreshing.Â
âItâs cause weâre friends with you, Taehyung.â Hoseok shot back and it made everyone snicker.Â
âI got it. Letâs ask them to spill some details about each other only theyâd know. Someoneâs bound to ask that.â Seokjin reasoned, gauging agreeance from the others.Â
âOh my God, you guys already know our marriage is fake. Why would you make this up?â You asked through a giggle, still finding the situation comical.Â
âSorry Mrs. Kim, but thatâs precisely why, and Iâm afraid we donât know what you mean by âfakeâ. Now tell the good press something about Mr. Kim we donât know.â Jungkook began the skit as he held his fake microphone towards you, the others joining in as though imitating paparazzi.Â
âAlright, this is gonna be exclusive, pens ready?â You decided to join them, and they all nodded in confirmation as Taehyung flashed his eyes to you, unprepared for you to play along.Â
âMr. Kim is quite something.â You addressed him formally for effect. âHe acts all mysterious and cool, but heâs actually just a cuddler who likes tea and cuts the crusts off his bread.â You relayed with a wide grin, all of them suddenly exclaiming and reacting like a high schooler has just confessed the name of their crush.Â
âOh my God, Tae, seriously? Bread crusts? What are you, like, 3?â Seokjin teased.Â
âHyung, your ears literally turn red when people give you attention. Are you 3?â Taehyung retorted and it only elicited more noise from the group, Seokjin exclaiming defensively and Taehyung bringing a hand up to his forehead, sighing.Â
âGuys! Okay, letâs get some real answers here. We gotta know what Y/N would say if someone asked her.. maybe some things she likes about Taehyung. Letâs hear it.â Jimin got everyone back on track, attention on you.Â
You smiled nervously and flashed a look towards Taehyung, who still had this arms folded and vision looking off to the side, ignoring the entire situation before him.Â
You could tell he was pissed with the way his jaw locked, though the fact that he wasnât paying attention made you a little more confident.Â
Taehyung wasnât exactly pissed, though if he could bonk all his friends on the head a few times he would. He knew teasing and jokes were all common within the group, he just didnât expect to be the sole target tonight, and so he decided to smoothly neglect the conversation altogether.Â
He was succeeding, not expecting you to answer their question seriously until Taehyung suddenly heard you speak up, surprised eyes flickering to you.Â
âHmm, if I had to say..â You were hesitant, Taehyung shocked you were even answering.Â
What would you say?Â
âHe has nice, big hands.â You admitted softly, Taehyungâs brows raising with surprise. âHe has a nice voice, too, and... his smile.â You added as you nodded to yourself, confirming your own list and Taehyung was left damn near speechless once again.Â
He didnât really know how to act, acknowledging his face as the most common thing people liked about him, rarely ever hearing those aspects of himself mentioned.Â
And he oddly felt.. nice.
âAwh, now thatâs cute, good job, Y/N.â Jungkook praised you, Hoseok then pointing his make-believe mic in Taehyungâs direction.Â
âYour turn, Chairman Kim, what do you like most about your wife?â He mimicked an interviewer and everyone followed in accordance, mics shifting towards him.Â
âUhh..â Taehyung became slightly nervous under everyoneâs scrutiny, not knowing if he should assume his usual unreadable nature or answer their request truthfully.Â
âTae, dude, if you donât say anything then I will.â Jungkook declared, just about ready to speak again until you cut him off, snorting.Â
âDonât sweat it, guys. He wonât say anything.â You really knew Taehyung would have nothing to say, so you crossed your arms and became uninterested in the conversation.
Until Taehyung spoke.Â
âShe does this pouting thing.. with her lips. Itâs cute.â Taehyung started, coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly and peer at anything but a pair of eyes. âHer height.. and her eyes. She has nice eyes.âÂ
The floor had to be tired of you by now, because Taehyung seemed to make you want to fall hard pretty often. You didnât know what to do, eyes blown and nearly on the verge of choking, unable to believe a Godly being like Taehyung just admitted to liking something about you.Â
Is this what it feels like to win at life?
His words kept ringing in your head, melting into a shy mess with your cheeks beyond hot, avoiding eye contact with everyone while Taehyung grew slightly embarrassed, similarly looking off to the side.Â
âHoly shit, you guys are actually cute.â Jimin remarked through a chuckle as he pointed at you both, you and Taehyung mirroring the same look of horror while protesting at the same time. âNo we arenât!âÂ
And it only made the men crack up even harder.Â
It was laugh after laugh as that conversation went on, finding a quick and pleasant liking to Taehyungâs friends. Theyâd made it clear as day they liked you as well, to be precise they seemed to love you, making playful nudges at Taehyung for saying yes to someone just right for him; and you seriously pondered what that exactly meant.Â
It was further into the night now, the gala having picked up in activity and passed the long social hour, now leading into more of a party scene as upbeat music filled the hall.Â
Youâd stuck with Taehyung the whole night as promised, having met more of the people he knew. The evening had been quite calm, both you and Taehyung having silently, though mutually ignored the conversation from before for sanity purposes, only focusing on the additional people you met.Â
Taehyung and yourself had been talking up a storm with Jimin for the past half an hour, Taehyung introducing him as his best friend and getting the full run down of how that came about. It was highly entertaining, listening to mentions of alcohol, 4AM fighting and even an incident with dumplings.Â
It had you three laughing merrily while music played, Taehyungâs arm draped around you like it had been for majority of the night, practically hugging you to him. He was elaborating on a story that had something to do with a dream-catcher, all smiles and giggles.Â
That was until Taehyung suddenly froze next to you, sight seeming to set on a person behind Jimin and he immediately changed his aura.Â
âJimin, what the fuck? Did you invite him?â Taehyung cocked his head in the general direction, eyes set hard.Â
Jiminâs eyebrows shot up and and casually looked behind him, registering the culprit himself and turning back to Taehyung. âHoly shit, no, I didnât.âÂ
âThen why is he here?âÂ
âFuck, I donât know, Tae. My parents probably invited him, Iâm sorry.â Jimin apologized as he rubbed the back of his neck, growing apprehensive.
âDonât worry, Jimin. Itâs just.. not him, not fucking him.â Taehyungâs voice grew a little darker, almost hateful as his hand gripped around you tighter. Â
âTaehyung, whatâs wrong?â You asked tentatively, though didnât exactly get a response since Taehyung became distracted, talking more so to himself.Â
âWhy the fuck is he here of all people? Of all damn people..â Taehyung scoffed to himself humorlessly, clearly annoyed.Â
âTaehyung, who?âÂ
âNobody, weâre getting a drink. Jimin, please?â Taehyung and Jimin had a conversation with their eyes, Jimin immediately nodding and moving towards a certain man you barely caught sight off before Taehyung was pulling you away. You tried protesting, but the tightened grip around you and Taehyungâs frustrated expression was enough to shut you up.Â
Something was seriously wrong.Â
You followed him along quietly until you heard a bit of a commotion behind you, able to distinguish Jiminâs voice protesting. You almost looked back until a stranger suddenly snuck up on Taehyung, draping an arm over him.Â
âKim Taehyung! Where you going? Damn, itâs been long.â The man spoke as he lowered his hand to Taehyungâs back, nearly smacking it as though they were old time buddies.Â
Though the expression that painted Taehyungâs face said completely otherwise; he looked extremely irritated, and not the playful type.Â
âHisung, yeah, it has.â Taehyung bleakly acknowledged him, said man with an arm still draped over Taehyungâs shoulders until he shrugged him off harshly, pulling you closer to him protectively.
It made the man direct his attention to you. âOh, this is your wife, right? Nice to meet you, Han Hisung.â The man smiled and extended his hand, not knowing if you should extend yours until Taehyung blatantly cut the man off, physically blocking his hand.Â
âSkip the pleasantries, Hisung, what do you want?â You were shocked to see this emotion on Taehyung; rarely having seen him frustrated, trying to manage his annoyance as he gave Hisung a dead stare, intimidating as ever.Â
Though Hisung didnât cower like everyone else did, seeming to rather thrive.
âI donât want anything. I canât just meet your wife?â He coated his tone condescendingly, gesturing towards you.Â
âNo, you canât. Weâre getting a drink.â Taehyung seriously seemed bothered as he began walking you away with him, the harder squeeze of his hand around you indicating he was either growing more irritated, didnât want to let you go, or a mix of both.Â
âOh, câmon.â Hisung pulled Taehyung back by the shoulder but Taehyung becomes irritated, shoving his arm away harshly.Â
âNot now, Hisung. Not at Jiminâs event.â Taehyung warned him as though he was crossing a fine line, and you grew afraid of what would occur if that were compromised. Â
âWhat, Iâm not doing anything.â Hisung held out his arms, feigning innocence. âI gotta say though, if I wanted one thing itâd be to say your wifeâs hot as fuck.â He cocked an eyebrow and began eyeing you in your dress, growing uncomfortable and sending him a dirty look, though you naturally leaned closer towards Taehyung and he took notice.Â
âSay that again Iâll make you regret it, Hisung.â Taehyungâs jaw was locked, a protective feeling overwhelming him.Â
âYouâre seriously gonna introduce her to everyone but me?â Hisung looked offended. âShe should know who I am, especially to you.â He tried making a point, eluding to something between them.Â
âNah, I donât think so.â Taehyung flat out rejected him, his expression blunt as he seemed to radiate unbothered energy.Â
âI think you should. She should know the kind of man her husband is, and what heâs done.â He said knowingly, in a daunting way that accused Taehyung of something that seemed deeper than it looked. Â
âThereâs nothing to know, and I never did anything.â Taehyung simply denied, as though heâs said this multiple times.
âReally? You donât wanna tell her about how you sabotage people? Use your money to buy success?âÂ
Taehyung had to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing out frustrated. âFor fuckâs sake, how many times do I have to tell you? Iâve never done shit like that. Leave.â Taehyung finalized, attempting to control his anger.
You were trying to remain calm and look on objectively, though felt a sense of worry for where this was going, only Taehyungâs seemingly instinctive guard on you keeping you from anxiety.Â
Hisung scoffed, âYou know, your wife should know how much of a fucking liar you are.â He spat, his vision suddenly growing narrowed as he eyed you both suspiciously. âCome to think of it, wife kinda sounds like a stretch.âÂ
This time it wasnât even Taehyung responding, you beating him to the punch. âExcuse me? The fuck does that mean?âÂ
âOh, so she talks.âÂ
You were just about stepping forward to give this asshole a piece of your mind until Taehyung suddenly gripped onto your arms from behind, pulling you to him protectively.
âHisung, what the fuck do you want?â Taehyungâs tone was leveled with a sense of controlled rage, clear effort to contain himself and you were completely understanding of that.Â
âNot much. I just find your marriage suspicious, and if I do then others do too. Wouldnât want to taint the precious Kim reputation with that, now would we?â The remark was sly, causing Taehyungâs hold around you to tense. Â
âWhat the fuck are you implying, exactly? Try making some sense.âÂ
âYour marriage isnât convincing, jackass. Thereâs no way you two are really married, donât think I donât know thereâs something behind it.â He stared squarely back at Taehyung, determined. âAnd when I get my hands on that information, don't think you're the only one who can sabotage someone.â Hisung was resolute as he declared his threat, only making Taehyung more resentful, more rash.Â
âYour opinion doesnât matter to me, jackass. Nothing you do doesâ Taehyung was confident in the argument and it oddly made you proud, now understanding why he was so successful and well-acclaimed. Itâs like he truly didn't care what others thought and only lived for the purpose of what he found important to him, contributing to his confidence and composed approach towards life. He carried himself with an affirmed sense of self-worth that never bordered egotistical, and you were lying if you said it wasnât hot sometimes.Â
Because scratch that, it was incredibly hot.Â
Hisung laughed humourlessly, hissing. âI donât think we can say the same about Mrs. Kim, though, her opinion should matter to you, right?â He then suddenly turned his vision to you and drew closer, speaking in a superficially saccharine tone. âJagiya, you should really look into who your husband is. Heâs not half the man he says he is.â Hisung suddenly came too close and Taehyung immediately tugged you behind him, shielding your smaller frame as his tone dangerously darkened.Â
âDonât call her that, and never fucking come near her.â Taehyung was seething now, clutching one of your hands so tightly you became worried of his heightened emotions.
âNah, I donât think so.â Hisung mimicked him. âShe should know Iâd treat her better than her asshole of a husband, make sure sheâs nice and satisfied with how much of a man I am compared to you.â Hisung remarked without a single care, and you nearly felt the blooding searing in Taehyungâs veins.Â
But you could tell that was exactly Hisungâs goal; to rile Taehyung up and it unfortunately worked. No longer was the calm, cool and collected Taehyung you knew, instead feeling him suddenly rush towards Hisung with a fist until you gripped onto his jacket from behind, calling his name.Â
âTae.â Your voice was soft, immediately stopping him as you clutched urgently. Taehyung could hear the frailty of your worried voice, could feel your little hold on his jacket as he came to his senses.
Taehyung grinded his teeth hard as his fist tightened for a mere second before steadily loosening, calming himself down before he made his last remark. âGo fuck yourself, Hisung.â Taehyung spat with pure disdain as he turned around and swept up your hand, leading you away from the situation as far as possible.Â
He pulled you along hastily, walking with a sense of speed that almost had you tripping on your dress. You were seconds from telling him to slow down until he stopped you both in a hallway.
âTaehyung, wh-â You almost got out until Taehyung suddenly pushed you up against the nearest wall, breath hot and heavy as he huffed frustratedly, raw anger written all over him.Â
Taehyungâs entire towering body was unexpectedly inches from you, his forearms laid against the marble tiling above your head as he hung his own low, almost trying to conceal his face into your shoulder. Itâs like he was blocking you off from any other person, defensively caging you as his chest rose and fell shallowly with white hot anger, your face tucked into his shoulder. His heated breath was continuously tickling the exposed skin of your neck, so close your heart was beating faster than it shouldâve.Â
You were only left shocked, hands fallen slack by your sides and unable to move.Â
âIâm sorry.â He huffed out suddenly. âFuck, Iâm so sorry Iâm just.. really angry right now and I canât calm down.â Taehyung seemed infuriated though worried, his hands clutching into fists above you as he leaned in even closer, mere centimeters between you two as he remained pressed into your personal space.
âShit, donât be scared I just-fuck, I hate him. Heâs the only person who makes me so angry.â Taehyung breathed out frustratedly, eyes shut as he tried to control himself. âAnd fuck, I didnât want him near you. I donât want him to talk to you. I donât want anyone to fucking come near you.âÂ
Taehyungâs confessions kept coming and you were simply taken aback, another show of his emotions on full display and you wondered how he always so neatly composed himself.
âTae-â
âJust stay in front of me, please.â He begged. âWhere I can see you, just stay here.â He stressed, trying his best to breathe properly but only failed. âI donât.. think I like when other guys are around you.â He confessed out of nowhere, trying to work through the claim hesitantly at first until he eventually nodded, affirming it.Â
âYeah, I donât like it.â He declared as he continued to lean in, his proximity allowing for you to constantly smell his intoxicating, Invictus cologne; its sexy scent paired with his perfectly tailored suit hugging the curves of his large, broad body only arousing your nerves.Â
âGod, fuck.â He huffed out. âNo matter what, stay away from Hisung. Never talk to him. He ruins everything he touches, every fucking thing.â Taehyung was dead serious, still hiding his face from you as he spoke angrily near your ear. âHeâs been trying to ruin me for years. Heâs already tried with everything else and heâll come for you. He canât ruin our marriage, and I swear to God if he fucking does anything to you-â
âTaehyung, hey, shh.â You brought your hands up to his chest to try calming him down, able to discern Taehyung ever rarely grew angry and when he did, just needed someone to quell his troubles. âBreathe, Taehyung, breathe, okay?â You spoke with a soft tone, trying to contrast the white hot anger you could sense in him by rubbing his chest pacifyingly.Â
Taehyung immediately tensed at the action, almost in shock until he ultimately tried to breathe, slow and steady.Â
âThere you go, thatâs better.â You encouraged into his shoulder, hands resting and lightly massaging as you inquired. âTalk to me, Taehyung, whatâs wrong? Whoâs Hisung?âÂ
âFuck, Iâll get angry again.â He warned, breath still hot and heavy as you smoothed over his dress shirt, trying to soothe him. Â
âItâs okay. Iâm here, Tae, you have me. Tell me anything.â You assured and attempted to mirror his own words from a week ago, worried about his open show of emotions and thinking you should be helpful, make sure you're supplying all the support he needs because he may never be this open again.Â
Taehyungâs temper was still high, more of his hot breath on your shoulder as he spoke, lips still by your ear and the bass in his voice sending currents through you.Â
âIt goes back 3 years, rival companies.â He began. âHis father was dismissed as CEO and they held a shareholders meeting to decide a new one. Long story short, he won the vote, but only by a 49-51 percent margin. He barely scrapped by, and after he was appointed CEO he found out his major shareholders voted against him. What made things worse was that right after, they pulled all their shares from his company and invested in mine, and he fucking-â Taehyung was growing frustrated again recounting the story, his body rising and falling faster until your hands snaked up to his jaw, fingers splaying across his cheeks as you held his face pacifyingly.Â
âTaehyung, breathe again. Youâre fine.â You felt him listen to you, breathing deeply as he became more composed again, continuing.
âHe thinks I sabotaged him, that I colluded with his shareholders and used my money when I never did. I only had acquainted relationships with them at the time and never convinced them of anything. They told me they chose to invest because they saw me as the better company, the more competent CEO.â Taehyung was venting, and you let him exactly do so by attentively listening, holding him.Â
âIt wasnât my fault, but he thinks it is. And now heâs made it his lifeâs mission to ruin mine, ruin anything he can get his hands on because heâs convinced I ruined his.â Taehyung sounded upset, clearly fed up with having to deal with such an incessant pain in the ass.Â
âJust not you,â He sounded like he was pleading, a whisper. âNot fucking you, he canât ruin us, or our marriage.â Â
âHe wonât, Taehyung. We wonât let him.â The pads of your thumbs smoothed over Taehyungâs skin, trying to ease him as he moved back slightly, vision meeting yours.
âY/N, I donât lie. I wouldnât sabotage anybody, I donât play dirty like that. Even if the business world is riddled with people like that, I would never do it. Iâm not like that at all.â A hint of desperation leaked into his tone, eyes gentle as he so emphatically tried to convince you he was nothing like Hisung said.Â
And you found your heart softening thinking about the fact that it affected him so much. That while he didnât care what others thought of him, he somehow valued what you thought.Â
âTaehyung, donât worry, I know, okay? Youâre completely fine. He just tries to rile you up because he knows youâre better, more competent.â You slid your hands back down over his neck, letting them rest over his strong chest again. It made your breaths uneven, registering how close he was to you, just inches from your face.Â
âHe probably knows those shareholders chose you because youâre the better CEO. He knows it, he just tries to deny the truth by looking for ways to ruin your life, so he doesnât have to accept heâs inferior.â You offered earnestly, rhythmically smoothing him over. Taehyungâs eyes suddenly swirled with a sense of ease, his tense body now seeming to relax. âYou think so?âÂ
âOf course, Tae. Youâre nothing like that, I know youâre not.â You said determinedly, gripping his shirt lightly to drive your point forward, eyes conveying warmth.Â
Though the response that met you was Taehyung gazing into your eyes boldly as he heard you address him so casually by a nickname already, his look containing something you couldnât decipher, and it left butterflies swarming your chest.Â
You didnât realize how intoxicatingly close you both were in this position; Taehyungâs arms caging you against the wall, body pressing into you as he looked at you, not breathing hard anymore but hotly, like he was feeling something he was attempting to manage. Your hands funnily contrasted the size of his chest as he glanced at them, then up at him, clutching him a little tighter the more the tension seemed to build. Â
It was obvious now, both of you were merely staring at each other, Taehyungâs Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed and your eyes followed the movement, something unknown alighting inside you at the image. It called necessary attention to his sculpted neck and you found yourself wondering if youâd ever get to lay kisses on it, possibly even mark it
You bit your lip at the thought, hating that such an idea dawned on you, igniting with something unholy the more you breathed in his sexy scent, his large body enclosing you. It sent chills down your spine, trying to contain yourself by shifting and clamping down on your lip harder.
Taehyungâs eyes flickered to the very action, his undivided attention now on your mouth. He could feel every harder squeeze of your hands on his chest as the heat rose, fisting his own hands against the wall with the need to draw himself closer to you, especially with the way you looked right now.Â
Taehyung already couldnât keep his hands off you when you resembled the hottest, and yet most gorgeous thing heâs ever seen in that dress. Either a sweet angel descended from heaven or the right kind of demon he craved. It was even more difficult knowing itâs a dress he chose, adoring the way you were wrapped up in his favourite colour, and thought red has never looked better on anyone else.
It also made him think of some things he shouldnât speak aloud. Though Taehyung knew you, and knew you weren't ready for anything of that sort, so he remained collected and only stuck to having an arm around you tonight, mindful of boundaries.Â
But when you were under his scrutiny, smaller self tucked against a wall because of him and clearly hot and bothered yourself, your exposed skin raking his brain, he couldnât keep from nearing your lips.Â
Heâs once felt how soft they were before, seeing on multiple occasions how plushy they truly are and desiring to feel that same soft sensation again. So he disregarded all thought, coming forward inch by inch as he gauged your response, and when he viewed you fluttering your eyes shut and lifting your head towards him, he fought back cracking a smirk.Â
Taehyung was milliseconds from connecting your mouths, feeling the skin of his lips blissfully brush yours as his sweet breath invaded your mouth, only for a frantic voice suddenly calling out his name to interrupt, the very culprit tumbling into the hallway.Â
âTaehyung! Y/N- oh shit.â Taehyung immediately ducked his face away from you and you hastily let him go, Taehyung puffing out frustrated air as he met his friendsâ eyes. âJimin.. what?âÂ
âI-uh. Iâm sorry, but I got Hisung kicked out and weâre gonna start the last toast. You guys should um...be there.â Jimin cleared his throat and began shuffling, avoiding eye contact with the both of you.Â
âOkay, weâre coming.âÂ
âSorry, again.â Jimin bowed lightly and nearly made a break for it.Â
Taehyung sighed heavily, pushing himself off the wall and straightening up as he freed you, finally able to breathe peacefully.Â
âWe should um.. go.â He voiced awkwardly.
âYeah.. just give me a second. Iâll be back from the restroom.â You dared to make eye contact with him to seem unaffected, though panicked the instant your gazes locked.
âOkay.â He nodded, seeming unbothered.
You grasped the skirt of your dress and your heels clacked against the tiled flooring as you scurried off, needing to find the bathroom to see whether or not you appeared as much of a mess as you felt.Â
You bolted inside and ran towards the sink, spotting two women possibly your age by the mirror though ultimately ignored them, patting over your cheeks to feel how warm they were.Â
Were you really just seconds away from kissing Taehyung? Kissing him? What wouldâve happened if Jimin never walked in? Would you have kissed him for however long, would you have stopped it?Â
Even better question, why didnât you stop it? Why were you so ready to kiss him, maybe even excited by the very idea? It sent a chill down your spine, even recalling that Taehyung stated earlier he liked your lips.Â
Kim Taehyung liked your lips, the same ridiculously high-status, wealthy man people were on their knees for, practically Seoulâs most powerful CEO and Koreaâs seemingly unattainable bachelor; that same Taehyung was the one who liked not only your lips, but your height, even your eyes.Â
He said they were nice.Â
You didnât even want to unbox the entire Hisung situation. He so naturally defended you, even held you back out of consideration for your safety it seemed, and it frightened you how much you liked it, liked that he was so protective and made all those confessions about disliking other men around you.
It may have been possessive, but you fucking liked it.Â
And you already felt doomed.Â
You were simply imploding on yourself, having your own personal meltdown when one of the two women audaciously addressed you, tone light and airy.Â
âOh my God, are you Min Y/N?â She inquired.Â
You flashed your eyes to her, answering with furrowed eyebrows. âUh, Kim Y/N now, but yes.âÂ
âWow, so youâre the woman Kim Taehyung married?â The other one perked up.Â
â..Yes.â You answered confused. Â
The other woman really scoffed here, scoffed, âSong-i, itâs the other way around. She married him.â The rather rude looking woman clarified, and you found out right after just how rude she was. âThe Kim Taehyung would never willingly marry someone like her.âÂ
Your expression immediately contorted, unbelieving of her audacity. âExcuse me?âÂ
âDonât think weâre stupid, everyone knows you seduced him into it.â She nearly spat, tone snobby as ever.Â
You guffawed humourlessly, truly having it up to here with today because it seemed never-ending with bullshit. âThink what you want, but I didnât seduce him.âÂ
âWe know youâre lying, he wouldnât marry some runaway like you. You came out of nowhere, you clearly got into his bed before you got him to the altar.â The other one added on, painting their twisted narrative together.Â
âIt wasnât like that all, but if you want to think so because youâre not the one he takes home at night, then be my fucking guest.â You countered them, look sharp enough you were sure you could cut a diamond.Â
They both took immediate offence, having the audacity to near you and invade your personal space. âYouâre not the only woman heâs taken home, do you really think youâre special?â She insinuated something you werenât dumb enough to not catch, heart sinking at the thought.Â
âWhat exactly are you trying to get at?âÂ
âThe fact that he married you as a favour, you runaway, and everyone knows your marriage isnât love at all.â She relayed with a snippy tone. âDonât you get youâre just charity to him? Everyone knows it, sweetie.âÂ
You were trying hard to think of a way to counter, though your stinging heart took the jab like it was white hot lightning. You felt crushed within seconds at the comment hitting home, sinking lower until you spoke up.Â
âOur marriage isnât your business. Maybe try getting a life before you revolve it around mine.â You spat as you sent them a petty look, making your way out and almost exiting until you felt a splash of water hitting the back of your hair, mouth falling agape at the sheer audacity of what just fucking happened.Â
âYour life is fucking miserable. Youâll stay by his side but heâll never love you. Keep acting like your his real wife and see whatâll happen. Everyone hates you and how you made him marry you out of pity. Watch your back, runaway, you never know when he might end it all and break your little heart.â You almost, almost turned around to land a right hook across the girlâs face until you decided against it, composing yourself with a breathing mantra and instead choosing your favourite way of leaving a bad situation.Â
With a snarky last word.Â
âSeems heâs already broken yours with this ring, huh? Stay mad at the ring bitches, stay mad at the ring.â You smiled condescendingly as you flaunted Taehyungâs twelve thousand dollar ring, walking out of the bathroom despite their exclamations and practically marching towards the hall, seething.Â
You arrived inside and plopped down on your seat next to Taehyung bitterly, utterly vexed as you crossed your arms and grinded your teeth.Â
âHey, where were you?â Taehyung asked. âYou missed the toast.âÂ
âCouldâve done it without me anyway.â You replied curtly, all the information you received in just 2 minutes ruling your thoughts and sending you into a storm of anger, spoiling your mood.Â
Taehyung became confused. âAre you okay? What happened?â
âNothing.â You huffed and reached for your glass of water, taking a large swig and nearly slamming it back onto the table.Â
Taehyung reacted surprised. âSeriously, whatâs wrong?â He became apprehensive of your mood, grabbing your hand on the table gently as he searched for your eyes.Â
Though he instead found your eyes flashing towards something else, someone else before you snatched your hand away, eyes set cold. Â
âI said nothing.âÂ
Taehyung followed your previous line of sight and landed on two women finding their seats a few tables away, their own eyes immediately deflecting from him once he made eye contact.
And it really only took two seconds for Taehyung to connect the dots, recognizing their faces.Â
Taehyung sighed heavily, feeling guilty and suddenly apologetic about the possible situation, knowing something must have been said to you.Â
He turned back around, âY/N, what happened?â He tried inquiring again, though you responded with absolutely nothing, completely crossed and avoiding him.Â
He exhaled tiredly, this day having been the epitome of a joke. Taehyung was scanning over you again when he suddenly noticed the ends of your hair, distinguishing they were wet and he found it strange. âY/N, why the fuck is your hair wet?â He was moving to touch the damp parts until you evaded him, tone rigid.Â
âNothing, Taehyung.âÂ
Taehyung sighed again, frustrated as he once again put two-and-two together, remembering youâd all come from the restroom and addressed you. âWhat did they say, Y/N? Tell me right now, is that why your hairâs wet?âÂ
âNo, Taehyung, nothing happened,â You stressed, turning your body even further away from him and crossing your arms tighter.Â
Taehyung determined heâs truly had enough of today and rose from his seat, you noticing though choosing to ignore him. Taehyung quickly resolved he was going to fix this, beyond agitated this entire day had been damned to hell. He was having a good time too, especially keeping in mind whatever in Godâs name was happening between you two, and only knowing that it made him inexplicably happy for some reason.Â
Though that mood was ruined now, Taehyung shaking away his thoughts as he began plotting his approach towards your situation, entirely pissed off as he made his way towards the bar, concocting his plan.Â
It took Taehyung only a good 10 minutes to get what he needed, snatching the nicest bottle of champagne and trying to remember where heâd observed the two women sitting, strolling his way over to the table with his fakest grin. Â
âGood evening, ladies.â He greeted with a saccharine tone as he neared them.Â
âOh my God, Taehyung!â One of the girls beamed. âWe havenât seen you so long, what are you doing here?âÂ
âYeah, too long!âÂ
âIt has.â Taehyung smiled. âI actually wanted to offer this.â Taehyung then revealed the bottle of champagne from behind his back, holding it out towards them.Â
The two women became elated, practically cheering as they clearly admired Taehyung more than he liked. âOh wow! Thank you so much!â One of them thanked, receiving the bottle bashfully.Â
âYouâre too kind, Taehyung, did you really get this for us?â The other inquired, a bright smile on her face.Â
âActually, I didnât.âÂ
Both women looked at each other confused, eyebrows furrowed. âYou.. didnât?âÂ
âNo,â Taehyung responded with a bleak expression in near offence theyâd assume that, smile wiped from his face. âYou both did.â
âWh-what?â They both questioned, incredulous.Â
âI put it on your tabs, geniuses. Thereâs 6 more bottles, by the way.âÂ
Both womenâs eyes went wide, immediately protesting. âT-this is the most expensive bottle of champagne here!â They looked annoyed, and Taehyung was all about it. Â
âI know.â Taehyung smiled condescendingly, drawing closer to the women and dropping his tone to a scarily low, threatening octave.Â
âSay anything to my wife again and Iâll make sure you pay more.â Taehyung finalized and rubbed his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he walked away, smirking. He ignored their protests as he passed by the bartender, winking for the 6 other bottles of champagne to be delivered to them.Â
Taehyung then made his way to you, now in a hurry to leave this awful night behind as he gently gripped your arm, speaking into your ear to not alert anyone else at the table. âY/N, weâre leaving.âÂ
Taehyung didnât really have to wait, you responding rapidly, âDonât have to tell me twice.â You were already rising from your seat, done with this entire Godforsaken night yourself.Â
You both stepped away together, just about reaching the hall doors until Taehyung stopped you in front, holding you by your arms. âStay here, Iâll get your coat.âÂ
You nodded at him and Taehyung bolted off, wanting to nab your coat as fast as possible so he could drape it around you and practically flaunt your relationship in front of everyone. He didnât care if it was fake anymore, didnât care for the legitimacy of his actions; he simply wanted the world to know youâre his wife, purposely wanted those two girls and everyone to see him treating you affectionately.
And he most certainly wanted to squash any of the doubt Hisung called attention to earlier that kept bugging him, entailing your marriage already seeming fake to him, and could to multiple other people. Â
So he retrieved the coats and came rushing back to you, having worn his as he approached you. You almost reached out for your coat until Taehyung halted you.Â
âDonât, Iâm putting it on you.â He rounded the coat around your body, helping your arms into the sleeves. He pulled it snug around you and held onto the ends where it shouldâve been buttoned, taking a moment to think.Â
Taehyung simply gazed at you, licking his lips contemplating what more he could do in this moment that would be convincing enough, knowing there had to be people watching you two right now.Â
He realized he was staring without having said anything. âSorry, Iâm trying to think of something to do for everyone watching but I donât know what.â Taehyung flashed to your lips and his mind explored the idea, though ultimately fought against it.Â
âPeople are watching?â You inquired.
âYeah,â Taehyung clutched onto your jacket, trying to think as he looked at your little bundled up self.Â
âBut Iâm not sure what to do-â Taehyung was cut off by you suddenly grabbing his tie and crashing your lips onto his in a single second.Â
Taehyungâs eyes blew out, taken by surprise until he found himself quickly melting into your kiss, hands gripping your jacket tighter. He couldnât help himself from opening up his mouth to catch more of yours, lips sensually kissing yours in a slow, unhurried pace.Â
You instantly loved the way he kissed, Taehyung somehow having taken control when you were the one who initiated everything, completely taken by his pillowy, delicate lips.Â
Taehyung didnât care if your lipstick smudged onto him or how brash the public display of affection seemed; all he cared about was the soft feeling of your lips against his own, and the sexy way you wre tugging him by his tie.
He knew it would stay on his mind for weeks.Â
You were getting lost until he disconnected your mouths, only looking at each other with undecipherable feelings, shimmering eyes that had no clue what just happened.Â
Taehyung smiled before sweeping up your hand in an instant, pulling you out of the hall and eventually outside to quickly sent a text to his driver, guiding you to the curb of the venue.Â
He held you against him to keep you warm while walking, suddenly speaking up when something occurred to him.Â
âYou called me Tae, you know.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âMy nickname, you called me by it earlier.â Taehyung repeated.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry. I just heard your friends say it and it slipped out, I didnât mean to-â
âSay it all you want.â Taehyung was grinning to himself like an idiot, thinking you werenât looking at him but thatâs exactly what you were doing, admiring the curve of his perfect cupidâs bow with hints of your lipstick smeared on him. âItâs better when you say it.âÂ
And now it was your turn to smile like an idiot.Â
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STELLA STELLA STELLAURRR
did u miss my reviews :3
to start i CANT BELIEVE U DROPPED THIS OUT OF THE BLUE LIKE I CANT EXPLAIN HOW LOUD I GASPED, had my coworkers confused. alr i made a list of what to touch on so letâs starttt !!
NARIâS SPEECH DEVELOPMENT. i cried. i fucking missed that pudgy baby more than oc & jk ngl !! she is so so precious i love her i will forever protect her⊠her asking abt oc. what The fuck is wrong with you. my baby misses her friend đ
jk not going to buy groceries is so real like i Have Done this. avoiding is my coping !!
friends being true friends. the way they all check up on him in different ways is so 𫶠heart fluttering feelings are so fragile rn ..
WHEN HE CLOSED HIS EYES TO HEAR HIS BABY GIRL GIGGLINGâŠ. people cried. we cried stellaur !!
before i get into taekook heart to heart⊠the image of dilf taekook sitting drinking wine is so sexy let me get spit roasted rn i beg ..
taehyung calling dasom a manipulator is so hot cause YES !! she does it for a living letâs not be reminded that dasom is such a bad bitch but also a Bitch yk? he knows her better than us i fear.. sheâs just protecting her baby tis all :(
âwas having a baby to save your marriage apart of your plan?â people GASPED. KIM TAEHYUNG ?? no but u made him intellectual and intricate in this convo i loved it. he really told it to jk straight and let him recognize his faults instead of having a pity party & it was so so needed.
ïżŒOCâS INSTA. give me a minute. the spa day. kill me. burn me. what the. no iâm teary eyed ?!? that woman LOVED nari and vice versa i need them back.
ok let me finish on the taekook heart to heart. i loved and enjoyed v much. hearing jkâs intricate thoughts was so nice and although made me very sad a few times, i appreciated it more than anything. tae we love u. jk we love u. stella we love u.
OKAY JK HOt horny JERKY SUB MOMENTâ
i Ache when you say his cock is hot and Heavy cause it IS !! Yes. hot and very heavy and leaking precum fUck.
sub jk. sub jk. we are summoning you⊠we yearn for u more than u yearn for oc⊠too far? we are all just horny mfs yearning for sub jk :(
he came !! a lot. and i digested. let me stop too much.
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well stella. blown away as always. i missed your writing MORE than you could ever comprehend. please know you are truly one of the most talented writers on here iâve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. the way you explain things and the way you Write is so captivating and beautiful and and. i love this and i love YOU. never stop. thank you for this. ur amazing <33
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yazzzz <3 yes i have missed ur reviews they are always so in depth n ur always so kind to me, i am so thankful for u i love u dearly <33
yes miss nari is slowly but surely expanding her vocab!! she still does Not like talking tho >:( n her finally being able to say oc's name AFTER she's gone?? a specific kind of pain đ she does miss her v much </3 (they both miss each other :( )
bts best friends in all the multiverses and all the aus đ€
im glad you took tae talking about dasom like that in a Not bad way!! i was worried about dasom coming off as a villain, when she is not, and him coming off as a hater, when he's not and is just jk's bestie <3
tae absolutley obliterating jungkook with his words like SIR?? can he take a breath??? but yes it was very needed, and it the end it was very helpful. thank god tae is a twin boy dad n has acquired superhuman patience <3
the insta </3 i loved incorportaing that!! im glad it's been well received so far~~
we all love u dilf jk pls get ur shit together <33
aur was very nervous about debuting dilf jks subby interest bc he has been very Soft Dom n thats it the whole time... but u do have a point... we all love a sub jk moment đ„Ž
and once again yaz <3 i cannot tell you how much ur reviews like this mean to me, i read them over n over they make me feel v happy n loved <3 hope u know i luv u <33 thank u <33
#spitroasted i LAUGHED#also have not decided about including the smau style insta posts đ#n yeah... something about a hot n heavy jock idk#he's thicc guys i dont know what to tell yall#n yes he did cum!! a lot ! ALDJLJFER#lmaoooo ty ty ty yaz ily <3#ask#anon#stellanswers <3#tao jk#mutuals <3
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If Flamepaw pulls a complete evil Bristlefrost that would be awesome and make him more bearable. Can't really stand his whiney ass at the moment but if he went sorta evil? Yes!
Idk about giving evil Flamepaw predictions before Sky because we don't know the big bad yet AND i think he had barely any time in River to actually flesh him out (it was so short) BUT
I think he could be an antag figure, and I'd like him to I guess but i just don't really see it. He's insecure but not insecure enough to shut the fuck up. He could def cause problems with cats who are uncertain about the changes/not changing so prefer to take the easy route and just abandon it all- who cares about a code of honour if you just don't live by one- who cares about feeling uncertain about the world if you just don't care. His insecurity about being called out for actually caring about being a good warrior when he is a failure of one (failed assessment I guess?) doesn't need to exist if he just publicly announces he doesn't care. Like when you break up with someone and you just don't care so you're posting on twitter than you definitely don't care! I don't care about the haters in my DMs!! God!! you're all such losers I dont care lol - he's already prone to outbursts so him being an annoying shit and stiring up trouble at Gatherings, then getting banned from Gatherings, thne being an annoying shit in ThunderClan- a shockjock type- could be interesting. He's not got the skill of Jayfeather or Yellowfang (etc) to make his outburts tolerable. Exile (mirroring Sparkpelt's?) to another Clan (SkyClan?), where he secretly thinks he's gonna totally fit in more now he's out of ThunderClan and away from the legacy that is dragging him down but realises they don't like him and he's an asshole and made a mistake, could be interesting + let us see another Clans POV (the Sky-Shadow conflict that is hinted at imho). 'Redemption' in undoing the anti-code rhetoric he's helped stir up and working harder to be a better person.
I know the Erins are probably gonna make him a super good warrior (wins fights hunts great etc) because their only characteristic for 'bad warrior' is failing an assessment but god please actually make him a burden on the Clan. can't hunt, can't fight, gets his ass kicked by WindClan apprentices- he can pretend to brush it off by saying he wasn't actually trying lol do you actually try against apprentices?- would actually be interesting. don't shove him to the med den, make him actually fucking useless because he doesnt try to improve his skills.
But again, I don't think he's got the charisma or drive to actually make real change in the narrative. He'll just whine and let things happen to him- which could be interesting if the other characters point it out etc. i legit think he could be interesting, insecure about his legacy and how he will live up to it when he feels like no one loves, wants, or believes in him , however a) all his pain is literally self inflicted (yes cats bring up that hes related to firestar but its so obvious its "don't feel bad about yourself you have good blood just have more faith :)!" and not "fucking waste of space you") which makes him a lot harder to like, b) he has no drive and is just bitter for bitter's sake. i may have read him wrong but he doesn't seem like he wants to be a good person or try, hes just a cunt lol, c) the Clans could be seen to be 'throwing the past away'.
Again we're only on book1 but an antag-ish role would be fitting
TL:DR he has 30 year old son who doesn't get a job or go to school vibes. maybe he's afraid of failing or whatever but he's already failing so he's just gonna keep failing harder and harder.
#sorry i really cant relate to insecure protags and im already kinda sick of the wah firestar plot given to flamepaw and not alder or spark#BUT i think flamepaw could have potential if he got some kind of drive#but i dont see him having ay#i see him being blatantly manipulated or used by someone else but i dont see him having any agency lol#SORY this was long but i need to get over my flamepaw dislike and start thinking about how he will like#grow in the narrative i guess#asc spoilers#asks
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donât want to keep secrets just to keep you [chapter 1]
âActually, I want to add one more rule.â âYeah?â Jake leans back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head and flexing his biceps through the green shirt with a smug grin. âYouâre not allowed to fall in love with me.â "Won't be a problem."
Amy Santiago doesn't date cops. Jake Peralta's sworn never to date a lawyer again. When a couple of drinks and the returning of a borrowed shirt ends with the two of them in bed together, Amy decides to take control of the situation the best way she knows how: a comprehensive set of rules. There's just one little thing she hadn't anticipated â Jake Peralta is full of surprises.
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1. i never saw you coming (and iâll never be the same)
 He gets out of the car, and before Amy can gather the courage to shout after him, heâs disappeared from her sight.
She leans her forehead against the steering wheel, squeezing her fist and punching it in frustration. It doesnât feel better, just makes her hand hurt. Amy pretends thatâs whatâs making her eyes tear up, and not the thought that she just screwed up her chances of ever seeing Jake Peralta again.
 five months earlier.
 The cop is five minutes late entering the courtroom, and Amy vows to dislike him from that point onward.
 What's worse is that he doesn't seem ashamed. He simply gives Judge Stewart an apologetic grin, runs a hand through his already messy hair, and sits down on the bench next to the sergeant Amy recognizes as Terry Jeffords. Amy gives him a polite faked smile to tell him she's noted this presence and she's going to win this case, but the cop doesn't seem to notice the toxicity in her facial expression, because she gets another wide grin back. Judging from the colorful marks on his teeth, it looks like he had candy for breakfast â could it be gummy bears? Either way, Amy's respect for the man sinks even lower.
 At least she won't have to worry about him, she tells herself. She already knows this case is about to be a win.
 That is until it turns out this man has a reply for everything. Sheâd been certain the evidence against her client was circumstantial at best, nowhere near enough to get him convicted on, and the notes sheâd gone through from the initial police questioning had lacked significant information. It had been nothing short of sloppy, and sheâd entered the courthouse this morning filled with glowing confidence. That same confidence is now seeping away, dripping onto the polished floors of the courtroom in exchange for heated frustration as it turns out the detective â Jake Peralta, she learns â was present at the scene earlier than Amy had gathered, and from the vantage point he had, saw her client running from the corner store at full speed.
âWould you say itâs possible my client was running for a different reason?â She asks, staring coldly into the detectiveâs eyes as she speaks. âSuch as exercising, perhaps?â
âWell, he was carrying a huge green backpack, identical to the one he was wearing when my partner Charles caught him ten minutes later. So, no,â he says, meeting her look with a smug smile of his own. âI would say thatâs unlikely.â
âBut not impossible?â
âConsidering we also found the stolen goods in that same backpack, Iâd say the chance is pretty solid it was him.â
âThe bags couldnât have been switched? Or, as my client claims, the goods couldnât have been dropped in there by someone who wanted to get rid of them?â
âWith all due respect,â says Jake Peralta, and the self-assuredness in his voice is enough for her to know the case is lost. âThe streets were more crowded than a Taylor Swift concert, your honor. Someone would have seen something.â
 ~
 Itâs late Friday afternoon by the time Amy returns to the office of Newsom & Associates, but thereâs still plenty of her coworkers left to watch as she throws her briefcase on top of the chair before closing the door to her office and digging out her pack of shame cigarettes from the bottom drawer of her desk. The only window in the room opens out to a back alley with trash cans and forgotten bikes, which is a drab view most of the time but comes in handy for secret shame-smoking. She closes her eyes and leans back against the wall, trying to savor the first inhale. She hates the habit and always tells herself sheâs going to quit soon, but at times when work stresses her out like this, thereâs no better fix. Itâs all Jake Peraltaâs fault, anyway. Heâd waved at her when theyâd left the courtroom, looking genuinely pleased to see her, and that had only worsened her frustration. Itâs one thing being defeated â itâs worse when the winner acts like it wasnât even a big deal.
 âYou should stop that.â The sound of Rosaâs voice appearing in the doorway to Amyâs office causes her to inhale too much smoke, coughing and tearing up as she hurries to extinguish the cigarette butt on the windowsill. âItâs gross.â
âI needed it,â Amy coughs again before drying her eyes with the sleeve of her blazer. âYou shouldâve been there. That fucking detective ruined my defense.â
âSo? It happens. Doesnât make you a bad lawyer. Stop pitying yourself.â
âYouâre just saying that because you win nearly all your cases,â Amy mumbles. âAnd everyoneâs terrified of you.â
Rosa does a little shrug, but Amy thinks she can spot the hint of a smile on her lips. She canât be certain, though. Rosa almost never smiles, but thatâs not nearly the most terrifying thing about her. She also rides her motorcycle to court and wears leather jackets and skin-tight black jeans to trials, and somehow no one's ever dared to police her on it. Amy once asked her out of curiosity if putting on a blazer would really hurt that much, and the stare she got back told her sheâd be a fool to make that mistake again.
âEither way, it's not that. It was that cop who ruined everything. I mean, he showed up late, for godâs sake, with candy in his teeth and a wrinkled suit! But he somehow had an answer and explanation for everything,â Amy snorts. âAnd he smiled the whole time like heâd already won. And he referenced Taylor Swift! During the trial! Who does that?â
Rosa lets out a laugh. âYou're a Swift hater? God, please don't tell me you took Kanyeâs side too.â
âI didn't â that's beside the point!â
âWhich is?â
âThat he has zero respect for the sacred rules of a courtroom, and gets away with it all because of that super-charm smile.â
âYeah, you mentioned the smile. Twice.â
âIt was just soâŠâ She clenches her fist until her red nails press into her palm to the point of pain, then releases it. âIt's fine. Iâll win my next case, and there are lots of cops in New York. I probably won't ever see him again.â
 ~
 Amy can barely hide her frustration in court the next week when she hears the doors open and looks up from the papers she was sorting, only to see Jake Peralta for the second time in her life. Heâs on time today, which she supposes is progress, but there are stains on his shirt that seem to be coming from the can of orange soda heâs holding in his hand. She wonders if it's his breakfast. If that's his diet, he looks surprisingly fit in a grey suit for it.
 He grins again when he sees her, raising his hand in a lazy wave. Amy gives him a forced smile, then returns to her papers. Sheâll have to make sure to win this time.
 But despite her confidence and very best efforts, she loses to Jake Peralta yet another time.
And another.
And another.
 It's not that she's suddenly magically unlucky, because she still manages to win several other cases, but every time Jake Peralta shows up to testify, without fault, Amy loses.
It infuriates her.
 The worst part is that Jake seems oblivious to her anger. He smiles at her every time they leave the courtroom, even though she returns them with little to no genuineness at all. She once spots him doing a childish victory gesture outside the courthouse, but he never once takes the opportunity to brag about his win to her face.
 Aside from his surprisingly good manners when it comes to bragging, though, he's a mess. There's always some kind of stain on his shirt or his cheek that he seems unaware of, his ways of describing things involve one too many pop culture references for Amyâs liking, and she starts preparing to meet him every time a detective is five minutes late. She wonders if no one's ever told him how one is supposed to behave in a courtroom, but heâs usually accompanied by the precinctâs sergeant, so that seems unlikely. The more likely option, Amy figures, is that he just doesn't seem to find it that important; especially considering he seems to get away with it every single time.
 She swears it's all because of that stupid infectious smile.
 ~
 It pleases Amy to no end when she learns that Jake Peralta is going to be the witness in one of the strongest cases sheâs had in a long while. The client was clearly acting in self-defense, she has a witness of her own who can testify to that, and although she knows that nothing is for certain until the verdict falls, sheâs got a good feeling about this one. Finally, the day has come for Jake Peralta to watch her win.
 At first, the state attorneyâs case seems solid. Jake is assisted by a short, round-faced man with dark brown hair and an expression that looks like heâs seconds away from apologizing for taking up everyoneâs time, but his suit is matched and perfectly straight and he gets right to the point without any odd references, so Amy still earns a fair amount of respect for detective Charles Boyle. He and Jake had entered the subway car after hearing about a fight taking place, and stepped on just in time to watch her client aim a closed-fist punch at the face of the man on top of him. Itâs clear and convincing, but Amy knows that after the recess, it will be her time to shine. She loves these moments, when itâs obvious the other side thinks they have it in the bag but she knows something they donât, and they have no idea whatâs coming. She knows trials are about justice and not personal victories â but sheâs only human. Winning is always a thrill.
 Sheâs thinking about how sheâs going to be celebrating her win later this evening when Jake Peralta bumps into her at the coffee shop neighboring the courthouse. As in, literally bumps into her, with his elbow when he hurries forward to grab a plastic cup with whipped cream and so much caramel syrup on top of the coffee that Amy pities his dentist.
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry⊠wait, it's you!â He shines up as if heâd just seen a past good friend, and Amyâs once more taken aback by how polite he is. A lot of cops she meets during trials either tend to make fun of her profession or glare bitterly at her from a distance, but Jake's doing neither. He even reaches out his free hand to shake hers, so she accepts. âJake Peralta â wow, you have a very firm handshake.â
âI took a seminar. Amy Santiago.â
âWhere?â He asks, but she ignores him and moves forward in line to order her coffee with milk.
âNothing for your client? Wow. Iâd expected you to have better manners than that, Santiago.â
âI offered, but he wanted to spend recess with his partner for moral support. See?â She raises a brow at him. âI do have manners.â
There's that smile again, up close this time, and Amy's relieved when the barista hands her the coffee so she can hide the involuntary blush in her cheeks. She never noticed he had dimples before.
âSo, how are you feeling about the rest of the trial, then? Ready to go defend the guilty guy?â
âInnocent until proven guilty, Peralta. Famously one of the most sacred principles in the American justice system. And I was born ready.â
âAnd lose. The whole question was, are you ready to go defend the guilty guy and lose, and you said you were born that way.â Jake grins in a way that makes him look like an overgrown mischievous school kid. Maybe not that far off, Amy thinks.
âTwist my words all you want, I am winning this case.â She hesitates for a moment, noticing Jake's detective partner looking at the two of them from a table in the corner of the room. Not normally something she'd be that creeped out by, if it hadn't been for the fact that the man isnât tearing his eyes away from them, and he looks weirdly overjoyed. âUhm, is detective Boyle okay? He's staring at us pretty intensely.â
âHuh? Oh yeah, he has⊠an eye condition.â Jake turns around and mouths something that looks to be BOYLE, and the man rolls his eyes before stalking away. âIgnore him. Anyway⊠so what do you think about the judge?â
 Amy's about to launch into a description of her good experience with judge Myers when someone brushes past her with their iced coffee in a hurry, losing control of the plastic cup. The unsecured lid wobbles, and before Amy realizes whatâs about to happen, cold coffee splashes onto her earlier pristine white blouse. âFuck!â She reaches for a bunch of paper napkins and tries to dab the worst away with them, but the milky coffee is already seeping through the fabric and leaving an obvious stain that her blazer canât hide.
âWhat a jerk,â Jake mutters, glaring in the direction of where the stranger disappeared.
âNever mind that! I donât have another shirt! I canât go into a courtroom looking like this! Unlike you, I actually care about whether my clothes have giant stains on them!â
âFirst of all, rude, and second of all, theyâre not giant.â
âI donât care. Iâm screwed. Fuck, I donât have time to run back home before the trial starts â I guess I could call Rosa ââ
âHey, hey.â Jake holds up his hands as if trying to calm her down, which only makes Amy more frustrated. âI know this is kind of crazy, but, I have a shirt in my car that I was planning to return to my ex. But emphasis on ex, soâŠâ He shrugs. âYou could borrow it?â
 Amy considers her options. On the one hand, she figures thereâs about an eighty percent chance that whatever Jake has in his car also has some kind of mysterious stain on it, but on the other hand, she took the subway today and there's no way sheâll make it to her apartment and back before the court is back in session. Asking for a longer recess is an option, but making everyone wait simply because she needs a change of clothes makes her too uncomfortable to even consider.
âFine,â she relents. âWhere's your car?â
 Jake's car turns out to be an old Mustang, which Amy can tell even from her strictly limited car-knowledge is pretty impressive, but she doesn't understand how he can find anything in there. The backseat is a mess of empty orange soda bottles, a couple of frisbees, candy wrappers, what looks to be cartoons and old CDs, and the cup holders have shaving foam next to another can of orange soda. She's equally surprised and impressed when he pulls out a clean, dark blue charmeuse blouse. Whoever Jake's ex-girlfriend was, she seems to have both taste and money.
âYou're totally saving my day today,â she says as he gives it to her. âYou really didn't have to.â
âProve that cops aren't all bad?â Amy rolls her eyes, and Jake laughs. âJust kidding. You have to give it back, though.â
âAs soon as Iâve washed it. Wait, we have to be able to get in touch.â She digs in the inside pocket of her briefcase and pulls out two of her business cards. âIâm assuming you don't have any, so write your number on the back of that one.â
âRude, but correct.â He scribbles down something on one of the cards before giving it back. âIâll see you up there, then⊠Amy Santiago.â
Something about the way he says her name, slowly and with perfect pronunciation, makes her want to hear it again. She hurries back into the building and toward the bathrooms, hopefully before he can tell that she's blushing.
 âThe defense may call the next witness.â
âThe defense calls Elinor Simons.â Amy can feel everyone's eyes on her as well as the witness as a young girl, no more than eighteen, walks up to the stand. She's pale, but she looks determined, and Amy gives her a comforting smile as she swears the oath.
 Elinorâs voice trembles at her first words, but Amy keeps steady eye contact with her, and soon sheâs speaking louder and less hesitant. She had been on her way to her friendâs house when she entered the same subway car as the two young men, and had overheard the two of them fighting over something. Sitting only a few seats away from them in the near-empty car, sheâd noticed the defendant looking scared, and out of curiosity, had turned off her music. Sheâd heard the man whoâd later gotten attacked â Mr. Lorentz â scream that the defendant was an asshole, and then sheâd seen him push him to the floor, much unlike the way the prosecution had described a course of events in which both men had slipped. It had scared her, so sheâd gotten up to walk away, but before she could move sheâd seen Mr. Lorentz leaning down.
âIt looked like he was about to hit the defendant,â she says without wavering, and Amy can see a few of the jury members nodding in understanding. âAnd even if they were about the same size, Mr. Lorentz looked really strong. The defendant tried, but it seemed to me like he was unable to get up. I remember thinking this wasnât going to end well, so I headed for the end of the car before they noticed me.â
âAnd youâre sure of what you saw?â
âCompletely sure. I only found out later that the defendant was a cousin of my sisterâs boyfriend, which is how I learned about the trial.â
Amy nods and clasps her hands together, trying to assume a confident stance as she keeps her eyes focused on the witness stand. âElinor, in the position he was in, do you believe that the defendant would have been scared?â
âI think anyone would have been.â
âSo the punch witnesses watched the defendant throw, could it have been in self-defense?â
âYes. Yes, I think so.â
Amy smiles. âThank you. No further questions.â
 The prosecutionâs closing arguments are short and precise, sticking entirely to the part of the events that took part after the police walked in. The district attorney, a balding man in his fifties, as good as overlooks Elinorâs testimony in favor of focusing in on detailed descriptions of the headaches Mr. Lorentz had experienced after the event, and that alone is enough to make Amyâs blood boil; but instead she just sits there, waiting with a polite smile on her lips.
 Finally, the other attorney sits down, and the judge nods at Amy to stand up. During her very first trials, this moment used to freak her out â everyoneâs eyes on her and waiting expectantly â but with time sheâs come to love this. It reminds her of the thrill of getting the last word in a heated fight with her siblings when she was younger, only now, she doesnât have to shout to be heard. Everyoneâs already listening.
 âYour Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury: itâs correct that the defendant hit Mr. Lorentz on that train. He admits to doing so himself.â Amy nods to the young man sitting next to her, fidgeting nervously with the cuffs on his shirt. âBut there is one key aspect which the prosecution has so conveniently chosen to ignore, and that is the events which led up to Mr. Petersenâs actions. A background which he not only has explained clearly himself, but which is also backed up by Ms. Simmonsâ testimony.â She gestures with her hand to Elinor.
âYou see, Mr. Petersen wasnât acting unprovoked. When the incident happened, he had been pushed to the floor, and like both my client and the witness described, he was unable to get up. Mr. Lorentz himself admits to practicing weightlifting; heâs not a weak man, and in the moment, he was clearly upset with the defendant. As Ms. Simmons put it⊠â She takes a break to gather the attention of everyone in the room. âAnyone in that position would have been terrified.â
âUnder New York Law, Penal Law paragraph thirty-five point fifteen, a person is justified in using physical force against another, when that person is under the reasonable belief that the physical force is necessary to defend the person from what they reasonably believe to be the illegal imminent use of force or the illegal use of force. Mr. Petersen was stuck, and under the reasonable belief that Mr. Lorentz could hurt him unless he managed to free himself. He acted in self-defense, which I remind you that the prosecution has not been able to disprove. In fact, the case against Mr. Petersen cannot be proved against reasonable doubt, which means that you must find him⊠not guilty.â
 From the other side of the room, she swears she can feel Jakeâs eyes on her. When she looks up, she sees him mouthing nice job.
 ~
 âWhat did you say he looked like, now again? Except for crazy hot and adorable?â Kylie takes another sip of her mojito, spying over the crowded bar.
âOkay, I said neither of those things.â
Kylie shrugs. âDidnât have to.â
âUgh. Whatever. Brown hair, brown eyes, medium height, I guess kind of a bigger nose⊠and I donât know what he wears outside of court, but there was a leather jacket in the front seat of his car, so maybe that?â She strains her neck to try and see through the Friday night crowd. Sheâs never been to this particular Brooklyn bar before, but Jake had suggested it when Amy asked about a good place to give him back the shirt, and sheâd figured after a long week, she might as well treat herself to a couple of after-work drinks with a friend. After being asked about the so-called mystery hottie five times, though, sheâs starting to regret bringing Kylie along.
âMm, thatâs like, all the guys in here⊠oh, wait, that oneâs waving to you!â Kylie points to a figure near the door, elbowing Amy in the side and causing her to nearly choke on her wine. Sheâs still coughing when Jake walks up to them, trying to offer him a smile while drying her eyes. Jake looks politely confused, but shakes Kylieâs hand in the meantime.
âIâll leave you two alone,â she says with a meaning wink to Amy before sliding off the leather barstool, leaving it for Jake. âHave a good night!â
âIgnore her.â Amy sighs. âSorry, IâŠâ
âNo, no worries,â Jake says, and the honest care in his expression makes her feel oddly warm. âYou okay?â
âYeah, sorry.â She waves a dismissive hand and picks up the dry-cleaning bag hanging on the back of her chair. âWell, hereâs the shirt. Thank you for the loan. Or thank your ex, I suppose.â
âDry-cleaned, really? You truly are type A.â
âWhat about it?â
âNothing, it makes sense.â He nods to the glass in her hand. âCelebrating Tuesdayâs win?â
âSomething like that. It was Monday, though,â she canât stop herself from correcting him. âI donât get a lot of time off. Gotta make the best out of it.â
âYeah, me neither. Do you mind if I join you for another drink? Or maybe you should do water, in case you choke again?â
Something about the way he poses it like a challenge makes her take the glass, put it to her lips, and swallow the rest of the wine in one gulp. âI think I can handle it.â
 They pay for their own drinks, because whatever this meeting is, itâs definitely not a date, and it makes Amy relieved that Jake doesnât seem to think so either.
âA toast,â he suggests. âTo your win this week. I gotta give it to you, those closing statements were solid.â
âTo justice,â Amy says, and they raise their beer bottles in unison. âAnd my win. Finally.â
âYeah, what has it been, like, five wins for me?â
âFour, but dream on, Peralta.â
Jake laughs. The dimples in his cheeks become even more prominent when he laughs, Amy notes. âHave you always been this intense about winning cases, then? Or is it something that comes with law school? Like thereâs a class in being petty about this stuff?â
Youâre intense too, she thinks, but doesnât say it out loud. âMaybe. I have seven brothers, and I was the only girl. I got pretty good at winning fights using other things than physical strength when I was a kid. Actually, sometimes physical strength, too.â
âI feel like you could beat someone up if you wanted to. You could surprise them.â
âOh, I could most definitely beat someone up if I wanted to. But I stuck to arguing. I got good at it. And I always had good grades, so I ended up at Columbia, and Iâve never really regretted it.â She takes a swig of her beer. âNot even when cops call me the devil.â
âI wouldnât call you the devil,â Jake says. âI mean, do I think you lack a bit of a moral compass? Probably. But each to their own.â
She leans her head a little bit to the side, eyeing him closely. âWhy do you think that?â
âWell, you have to defend people that you know did awful things, right? Doesnât that make you feel sick sometimes?â
âI donât have to defend their actions. Most times, itâs not even about that. Itâs about making sure the trial is fair, the evidence is sufficient and their rights are respected, so that if thereâs a conviction, itâs actually beyond any reasonable doubt. I like to believe most people are better than their worst moments. I see it as my job to make sure theyâre treated that way.â
âHuh.â Jake nods slowly. âGuess I never thought of it that way.â
âPlus,â she winks, âsomeoneâs gotta hold you guys accountable, right?â
âFine.â He shakes his head. âHey, did you say you went to Columbia? My captainâs husband teaches law there. Did you ever have a Kevin Cozner?â
âNo way! Your captain is Raymond Holt?â Sheâs speaking way too loudly, she can tell from the way other people are glancing at her, but Jake looks entertained. âSorry, itâs just â Professor Cozner was my favorite constitutional law teacher. I still send him and Raymond Christmas cards every year!â
âThat doesnât surprise me in the slightest.â Jake grins. âBut, how weird is that? Almost like the universe is bringing us together or something.â
Amy thinks that itâs not that weird, since Kevin must teach hundreds of students every year that g on to become lawyers, but she kind of wants to keep seeing that smile on Jakeâs face forever, so she nods. âSo weird.â
 They order another drink, plus some chips and nuts when Jake realizes he forgot to eat dinner, and move to another table in the back of the room. Amyâs surprised how comfortable she feels in his presence. Itâs like she canât wipe the smile off her face but doesnât want to, and with time and a little more alcohol, jokes that she barely would have noticed on any other day become laugh-out-loud funny. It feels natural, even though sheâs not sure how, and she tries not to glance at the clock on the wall when he doesnât either. Sheâs got work to do tomorrow and she canât stay out forever, but she doesnât want to be reminded that this evening has to end at some point.
 âSo what made you become a cop, then?â She asks when she realizes sheâs the only one whoâs shared her origin story tonight. âChildhood superhero dreams?â
Jake shines up like heâs been waiting for the question all night. âOh, thatâs easy. Die Hard.â
âReally?â
âFor sure. Actually, my mom said I was always good at protecting people, so I ended up doing it for a job. But I think thatâs bullshit. It was definitely Die Hard.â
âIâve never seen it,â Amy confesses, and Jake stares at her like she just insulted his entire being. âBut if you want a cop movie, my top threeâs Training Day, Lethal Weapon, and Fargo.â
âWrong, wrong, and wrong! How can you not have seen Die Hard? Itâs classic, man!â
âI just never did! How many lawyer movies have you seen, then?â
âUhmâŠâ Jake squints. âCharles made me watch Legally Blonde once? It was pretty good, honestly.â
âWell, duh, that movie is a cinematic masterpiece and a feminist work of art. How feminist is Die Hard, from a scale of one to ten?â
âHey! Holly Gennaro does plenty of cool stuff throughout the movies! Youâre just going to have to watch them yourself.â
âI can almost guarantee you I wonât.â
âFine, but youâre missing out.â He grabs a couple of peanuts from the jar between them, throwing them in the air and catching them in his mouth. âCool trick, right?â
Amy raises an eyebrow. âIs this what you do at work all day?â
âI did teach myself that during stakeouts, but no. Whatever. Throw me another one.â She does, and he catches it again, this time almost sliding off the barstool in the process. She laughs a bubbling laugh as he does it another time. âNow you.â
âFine. Try me.â The peanut flies through the air between them, and she tries to dive for it, but it just ends up landing at her feet. âOkay, another one.â She misses that one too. âOkay, there must be something wrong with these nuts.â
âTitle of your sextape.â
âTitle of my what?â
âNevermind.â Jake laughs. âYou just need some practice. Maybe at work? It could liven up a trial.â
âNuh-uh, donât need practice. Just need a better tactic.â Without thinking, she grabs a handful of them this time, throwing them in the air. This time, she catches a few of them in her mouth, while the rest end up spread over the couch and floor. âThe key is volume!â
âYeah, and the bartender is looking at you like he wants to kill you, so maybe donât do it again or weâll get thrown out.â
âItâs fine, Iâm a lawyer.â
âThat phrase works well to get out of trouble?â
âIf you know what youâre doing. We could order more drinks to keep him happy?â
âShots?â
âIâm down if youâre down.â
 Jake orders a Kamikaze shot for each of them, and as she reaches forward to take the second glass, her hand brushes against the top of his for a moment longer than necessary, resting there. Itâs warm, and it feels calloused but somehow soft at the same time. They look at each other, his light brown eyes staring into hers, and she feels instantly hyper-aware that theyâre around far, far, too many people.
She lets go of his hand, taking the shot and swallowing it before anyone can notice whatâs happening. It smells like sour hand sanitizer and burns going down, and she laughs at Jakeâs grimace when he drinks his.
âGod, every time.â He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. âHey, I know this is crazy, but⊠do you maybe want to get out of here? We could have another drink at my place⊠watch Die Hard⊠whatever.â
âMm, yeah. Maybe I should check that the shirt gets back to your place properly?â
âShirt? What shirt? Oh, right, fuck, the shirt!â Jake spins in place, rushing back to the table where they were just sat. âShit, I probably spilled beer on it, Sophiaâs going to be pissed now...â
âItâs still in the bag, smartass.â Amy shows him. âTa-da. Shirtâs still clean. Comes in handy being type A sometimes, huh?â
Jake sighs. âI know you're making fun of me, but I could seriously kiss you right now.â
 Maybe itâs the four drinks, maybe itâs the thrill that comes with how rarely she does this, or maybe itâs just sheer and wild impulse, but Amy finds herself whispering,
âMaybe we should get out of here, then.â
 ~
 Amy learns a lot of things that night.
 She learns that Jake Peralta is a seriously good kisser, tasting faintly of orange soda beneath the alcohol and salt, and that being pressed against his front door with his hands protecting her head strikes the perfect balance between feeling adventurous and safe. She learns that heâs never really quiet, soft moans and sighs filling the room in the breaks between their kisses, but that the sound only makes her want more.
 She learns that he wears even more layers than her. Beneath the leather jacket and hoodie is a checkered blue flannel that has way too many buttons for her liking right now, and she curses her slight tipsiness while working at them one by one. When she's finally done, Jake pulls the grey t-shirt over his head, and she barely has time to pause to admire how he somehow can look fit despite that catastrophic diet, or the curls on his chest that are begging for her to run her fingers through them, before he's asking âmy turn?â. She learns that Jake Peralta is impatient, that his hands work fast on the buttons of her cerise shirt, and that he gets adorably confused when he can't find the button on her suit pants.
âIt's on the side,â she tells him and shows him the zipper, and then they're both giggling until she kisses him like that and it's back on again.
 She learns that his hands feel good, sliding slowly up the sides of her stomach and back and rubbing against her shoulder blades. She unclasps the white t-shirt bra for him, smiling to herself as he swallows quickly.
âGod, youâre hot,â he whispers, and the soft bites he trails down her chest and stomach make her feel that way, too.
 They move to his bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind them, and then sheâs underneath him and breathing hard as his mouth moves lower, closer. The anticipation of it all is driving her mad, but then he looks up at her and asks âokay?â with the most sincere and caring expression, and Amyâs had very, very few one-night-stands in her life, but sheâs certainly never had one like this.
âOkay,â she nods, and thereâs that familiar grin again, but this time it makes her feel warm in a very specific place.
 She learns that Jake Peralta can do a whole lot more with his mouth than talking peopleâs ears off. His breath ghosts over her through her underwear at first, warming her up even though itâs barely even necessary, and then heâs finally pulling down the black material and helping her kick them off. His tongue is careful at first, just tasting her as if to gauge her expression, but then she nods at him to continue and the next second, her head is thrown back as she lets out a gasp.
 She learns that he likes it when she pulls his hair. At first, her hands are just lightly tangling in it for practicality, but then she holds on tighter as a means of control when her legs begin to tense up and the familiar pressure is starting to rise. Sheâs raising her hips slightly only to lower them again, helping him get her there, and the curls of his hair are just begging to be pulled.
âDo that again,â he pauses to say, so she tugs his hair harder and he straight-up moans.
 She learns that he can make her scream, which she wasnât expecting, and she rocks through the euphoric waves and pants and practically melts into the bed as she comes down from it.
âThat good?â He winks, and she wants to roll her eyes, but he did just make her come harder than she remembers doing in a long time, so she kisses the smile off of him instead, tasting her arousal on his lips.
She learns that he's respectful and a gentleman, telling her that they can stop this here if she'd rather, but she doesnât want to, and they donât. He has to rifle through the drawer in his bedside table for a while before he finds a condom â maybe he doesnât do this as often as sheâd thought, maybe itâs another sign of his poor organization skills, but he finds one soon enough so sheâs not sure she cares â and then itâs a little bit of a blur, but she rolls it on him with precise strokes and lowers herself on top of him and oh my god.
 She learns that when he looks at her, when he touches her, it makes her feel powerful and special all at once. He plays with her boobs as she sets the pace, his thumbs rolling against her nipples in a way she didnât realize she liked, and she picks up her rhythm, clenching around him and leaning back on his raised thighs.
 She learns just how enjoyable it is to watch him fall apart underneath her. His pace stutters and he curses, groaning a confession of how close he is, and she could almost come again from watching him alone but she brings two fingers to her clit and touches herself anyway. He finishes before her, spilling out inside the condom with a moan that she can only imitate, collapsing against his chest as she brings herself to orgasm again right after him.
 When they're done learning, they collapse together in his bed. For a moment, Amy considers turning around and calling a cab home, because that would be the most responsible thing to do, but then Jake throws an arm around her to pull her closer, and after all, she's still a little tipsy.
What harm could it possibly do, anyway?
 ~
 Sharp, unforgiving morning light wakes Amy up before her alarm the next morning. She must have forgotten to close the blinds last night, she thinks, and rolls over on the other side so the light doesn't hurt her eyes. She expects the usual greeting of a sea of pillows, and has to stop herself from letting out a yelp of surprise when instead, she's hit with a wall of Jake sleeping with his back to her. A vague memory of them falling asleep like this hits her. Heâd wanted to be the little spoon, she remembers.
 At first, knowing that intimate fact about him makes her feel proud. Then it makes her panic.
 She jumps out of bed, throwing off her part of the comforter in search of her clothes. She finds her underwear and bra together with her shirt, trying to dress as quietly as possible, quick before Jake wakes up and discovers that she's half-naked in his apartment and they have to have a very, very awkward talk â
âAmy? What are you doing?â
Too late.
 She freezes on the spot, chewing on her lip as she fumbles for an explanation. Jakeâs eyes rake over her with curiosity, which somehow feels a lot more exposing today than it did last night, and it's making her lose track of her words. His bed head curls and disoriented smile is decidedly not helping her focus.
âWe slept together last night,â she manages.
Jakeâs smile grows wider and prouder as he sits up fully in bed. Amy blushes as she notices the shadow of two hickeys way too close to his neck to be professional.
âYeah, I was there.â
âVery funny.â She sees her pants thrown across the back of a massage chair and quickly reaches for them. âBut this⊠You know this canât be a thing, right? Just so we're on the same page about it.â
Jake frowns. âWhat do you mean with a thing?â
âThis â us â we can't date, Jake. I know that. You know that.â
Heâs silent for a moment before he fakes a shudder. âYeah, yeah, no. Iâve dated lawyers before. Never ends well.â
âYou have?â The reveal surprises her. âIt doesn't matter. This canât happen.â
âI know.â
âGood,â she exhales. âIâm just going to find my clothes, then, and then Iâm going to leave.â
âHey, wait.â He twists his hands together, bringing them to his chin with a smile. âThis is going to sound weird, but⊠even if nothing can happen between us, Iâm still glad we had sex last night.â
 The confession takes her by surprise, and Amy wonders again if she just doesn't know anything about one-night-stands. Sleep together, have fun, sneak out in the morning before anything can go deeper â isn't that how it's supposed to go? If so, she's majorly failing, because she can't stop herself from giving him another shy smile in return.
âMe too. Just because, we were like⊠really good at it.â
âStupid good!â Jake exclaims. âIt makes no sense!â
âWe still can't date, though,â she reminds him. âSo how do we work this out?â
âWell, it sort of looked like you were planning to just leave, and Iâm not going to stop you if that's your choice, but⊠there is one more option.â
âWhat are you thinking?â
âWe could be friends with benefits,â he shrugs. âNone of the commitment, none of the weird incompatibilities between a cop and a lawyer, just us and some stupid good sex.â
âFriends with benefits? Do the kids really say that, still?â
âIâm saying you could consider it.â
 Amy's first instinct is to protest, to say absolutely not and leave on the spot. Her relationship history may not contain that many names, but at least theyâve all been fairly straightforward and conventional. She's never done something like this before, and the mere idea of jumping into something so unknown with someone like Jake scares her shitless.
 Then again, she's also never been with someone like Jake. Yesterday hadn't been a date, but it had still been better than all the awkward dinners and half-hearted walks she's been at since she broke up with Teddy a year ago. And the sex â well, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't already thinking of doing that again.
 âThere would need to be rules,â she says.
âSure, we can come up with some.â
âIâll write a contract.â
âWe need a contract?â
âYeah,â she decides. âIf this is going to work, we need a comprehensive set of rules, and they need to be written down, because I don't trust you not to adjust them in your head last minute.â
âHow am I attracted to you? But, fine.â
Amy shakes her head, closing the last button on the shirt that had been left unbuttoned until now. âSo⊠Iâll put together a draft and bring it over tonight? Your place?â
Jake gapes at her for a moment like he can't believe what he hears, but then he nods. âIâm free.â
âCool. Iâll see you tonight, then.â With that, she pulls on her socks and shoes, leaving before she can freak out again.
âCool, cool,â she hears just before closing the door. âFriends with benefits. Cool, cool, cool, cool⊠cool.â
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#b99fandomevents#b99 summer 2021 fic exchange#my writing#b99#peraltiago#jake x amy#b99 fic#b99 fanfiction#jake x amy fanfiction#peraltiago fanfiction#MY FIRST AU PLEASE ENJOY#three more parts to come hahah but i'm only going to post one before the deadline#read on ao3 if you want line breaks since tumblr has ruined those
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My thoughts on MewGulf and advice for new fans...
I cannot emphasise this enough. If you're a new MewGulf, or Mew or Gulf fan, for the love of god do not go near the subreddits on the subjects. That space has been taken over by hateful, small minded, petty people.
People who dug in deep months ago with the conclusion about Mew and Gulf based on less evidence than there is for the flat earth theory but because they've acted like such complete asses at the time, they're stuck doubling down now because to admit their bullshit stank is to admit they aren't the nice people they think themselves to be.
I was friends with some of them once. It's been sad to see them turn twisted and hateful to this extent. Perhaps they always had the resentment there but didn't want to admit it and the change in December and January just gave them excuses to embrace that more.
I don't know.
But if you are new and you are looking for information, please tread wisely and remember that no fan, no matter how devoted, actually knows anything for sure about Mew or Gulf or what their relationship is or was. We are all speculating. Just don't let yourself get sucked into the drama filled world of haters. They're kids who had their toys taken away, toys that weren't actually theirs to begin with, and now they're throwing tantrums for months about it.
But no one really knows. And when you think you've come to your own conclusions, examine them again and ask yourself how much of what you're concluding is about your own pain, needs, insecurities and not at all about what is actually real about Mew and Gulf.
They are both really wonderful people. You don't have to be their fan. You can be fan of one and not the other. But there's so little reason to hate either of them.
If you don't feel the things you felt with them now as you did before, then process that and move on and find some more joy.
There's nothing exciting about saying, "Nothing happened. They're just the same." like there is about implying you have some hidden, special knowledge or insight into drama between two people. There is power in holding that over others. Power that will attract people, gain them the attention they crave, make them feel special.
And even if something has changed. Even if things aren't the same between them. Assuming there must be a villain, that there must be manipulations and abuse is also much more "exciting" than just saying, "I don't really know."
I do recognize that some people felt hurt. But there is no rule that says hurt has to be processed through anger or distilled into hate. But what has happened on the subreddit, the emergence of the MulMuls, that's beyond hurt. That's malice. It takes only a moment, a small step back form it all to ask "over what?" and to see how ridiculous and sad it all is.
Over the lack of social media likes. Over the change in how two people display their relationship publicly. Over the privacy and right of two people to do what they need to do and protect what they need to protect of themselves as people who are so much in the public eye. Over not feeding our needs and fantasies.
Just...I don't know. Examine your reactions to things when resentment creeps up from disappointment. Recognize that the human mind craves closure and to fill in the missing pieces, but that doesn't mean what it does that with is correct, factual or even healthy.
From a Waanjai who has been enjoying watching Mew and Gulf grow as individuals in their own careers, who still finds joy in their old content, who feels heartache and misses them all the time, and who still mourns the loss of a community and friends who found hate a more delicious prize than patience.
I don't know what the real thing is between them. I know only that nothing I have seen over the two years says anything about either of them being cruel, manipulative, naĂŻve or immature. Entirely the opposite of all those things.
What do I think happened?
I think Mew and Gulf are adults who have a bond and have made decisions based on what they feel is best for them, their careers and their families as is their right. They are doing fantastic. Mew's new album hit world wide iTunes charts in the top 5. 5 of the songs on his album hit Billboards top 10. Forbes has written about him. He is producing a series he helped write and will be staring in, but he made it so that there is no one character focus so he's not the "star". He has collaborations coming with other Thai artists and international artists as well. He gets invited to all the things.
Gulf is a darling of brands across SEAS and beyond. He is endorsing brands left, right and centre. He is the face of Biodiversity TH and has released songs and is the top ranked artist with Ch3 two months going now. He has two series coming out, and his fan base is only growing. He is always working. He has received recognition and invitation from major fashion houses in Europe. He recently signed with one of the biggest channels in the nation but worked out a contract that still gives him freedom few other artists have because he has that much leverage.
They both spend a lot of time donating their time, influence, and money to support important causes and charities.
They are busy. They are working in a politically tense climate in their country, with COVID still a very serious issue and lockdowns ongoing.
They love their fans and devote entirely too much of themselves to make us proud and worthy of their support.
That's what I know and see and think happened. The rest? none of my fucking business.
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âšlie down darling Its time for a dreamâš
Faking it (dad squad)
So basically this is what happens if the dad squad found out reader faked an orgasm before
This is of course 18+ and the reader is female
Daichi suwamura
Okay so daichi honestly was never worried about y'all sex life
Like you moan his name everytime why is he worried
It's when you and the rest of the karasuno group get drunk and play truth of dare
When it's your turn.. you're drunk off six shots of tequila and tanaka asks you to reveal your deepest secret
"okay okay! Sooo during me and daichi's fourth anniversary, we fucked and I may have totally faked it"
Wait what.
WHAT?!
Everyone else is laughing but daichi is over here having a mental breakdown
You did what?!
How many more have you faked?! Were they all fake?! Did he ever really make you cum?
It did not take long for daichi to drag you away to the nearest bathroom
You gasp when daichi pinned you against the wall his mouth attacking your neck while his hands roamed your body now gripping your hips as he ripped your panties off.
"faked an orgasm?! Damn it how many did you fake? Doesn't matter don't tell me. I'm going to fuck you against this wall and you are going to cum over and over til I know for sure you like having sex with me"
He fucked you until you couldn't think anymore, he also made sure EVERYONE heard it.
Tooru oikawa
You were having girl talk with the other managers and the topic of sex came up
They all assume he's some sex god which makes you laugh
Oikawa is honestly such a dork during sex that you couldn't help but spills beans
"honestly he was so nervous during our first time, It was so cute..though he didn't really make me.. y'know"
Oh BOY
News travelled fast and before you know it at 4am you had a pissed oikawa at your door
The loud harsh banging interrupted your sleep and you went to the door only to see oikawa standing there, your sleepy eyes trailed his body up and down and you noticed he was gripping his phone so tight his knuckles turned white, you didn't even get to speak when the male stormed inside and let's out a frustrated sigh.
"why are rumors about me being bad in bed spreading around?!"
"I dunno...maybe you have a hater, babe it's like 4am..why are you here?"
Oikawa snapped his head towards you before walking towards you anger fuming towards you before he gripped your arm tightly.
"everyone is saying you started the rumor, so tell me little cutie what the fuck have you been saying?"
Your eyes got wide as the conversation with the girls resurfaced in your head and you softly reached out to put your hands on his cheeks which made him relax but he was still clearly annoyed.
"sorry, tooru it was just one little story. Girl talk y'know and it's fine lots of people can't make their partner cum their first time you just ha-"
You were cut off by the male roughly pulling you towards your room, everytime you tried to speak oikawa would glare at you before demanding that you shut up. Once in your room he pushed you on the bed his ego clearing having dropped now that you admitted the truth.
"I am good at sex! I am Great! I just have to prove to you that you are with the best man ever"
As he spoke he started to strip before his cold glare landed on you before he crawled ontop and wrapped a hand around your throat.
"you are going to be begging me to stop making you cum once I'm done with you"
He made you tell everyone that you cummed extra hard that night, even if it was super embarrassing to say.
Tetsuro kuroo
You two were arguing
It started with him being jealous of a person at work flirting with you and it just blew up
Screams and swears shooting back at the other
Low blows were dealt
You both don't even remember what the fight was about
Then..you said it
"God you are so cocky! It's shit like that, that make me fake orgasms during sex"
He shut up after that one for sure
All he can think about was how many did you fake and how he failed as your lover
Why didn't you tell him you weren't feeling good during sex?
Kuroo remained quiet as he let his brain think, after saying it you quickly walked over and hugged him hoping he wasn't angry at you
"baby! I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I was just upset and you were just upset you forgive me yeah?"
"how many times?"
"that doe-"
"how many damn times?!"
You flinched when he forced you to look at him showing pain in his eyes and you couldn't help but be honest with him.
"only a few, during those times where I was just really sleepy that's it"
Kuroo let's out a shaky sigh before he peppered soft kisses along your neck. He was pretty hurt at the moment but he did want to make it up to you, plus make up sex was always good
"come, let's talk this out yeah?"
His tone was soft as he guided you to the bedroom thought talking wasn't the plan he had, he wanted to make you see stars and make sure he could actually make you cum.
Koutaro bokuto
Okay so maybe it wasn't a good idea to pump up bokuto's ego every time you guys have sex
All your praise makes him think he's the best in the world
But when it came time for a girls night at you and bokuto's place stuff starts to spill
You told bokuto to spend the night at akaashi or something but you didnt think he would come home
"sooo [y/n]! How is bokuto in bed?! We gotta know"
The question made you embarrassed while bokuto stood outside you guys' bedroom listening in
Yes dear wife tell them how my sex is the best in the world
"koutaro, tries his best. Sometimes he gets a little too excited and cums early so he gets too tired to finish and we end up cuddling before I can climax so I just fake it"
WHAT?!
Bokuto automatically swings the door open scaring both you and the girls
He is legit tearing up and about to sob
After, very quickly telling the girls to leave he cries into your stomach while you pet his head
"why didn't you tell me?! I would have made it all better"
"oh..kou..it's no big deal"
Your soothing which would usually work just wasn't working right now, bokuto sniffled as he looked up at you with tearful eyes, you were his baby owl and he couldnt even make you feel good?!
He couldn't believe that! No he won't accept that! Before you can respond bokuto pushed you down on the bed before starting to pull your pants and underwear off your body
"kou! W-what the hell?!"
"just let me do this please! I need to know that I can do this, I just want you to be happy with me..so..let me worship you"
You were shocked but shuddered at the feeling of soft kisses against your inner thigh, with one final sniffle bokuto was now focused on something else.
He proceeded to eat you out that night until you cummed so much that you was sobbing but by the end of it he was so happy to know that he can make you cum and of course he was more mindful about your needs.
Wakatoshi ushijima
Oh jeez
Okay so he makes it very clear that bedroom talk is off limits
What you two do in bed is your business hell you guys don't really talk about sex and spend more time just doing it
You are very tight lipped about your sex life but tendou Is a very stubborn guy
He is constantly asking you what's it like..mostly cause he wants to tease wakatoshi
After finally bothering you to the point where you wanna hit him you confess
"toshi is great okay?! I mean sure he has his moments of not really getting me there but it's good so stop asking!"
OHOHOHO HE HAS TO KNOW MORE
after explaining that wakatoshi tends to be boringly vanilla you expect him to let it go
No bitch this is tendou 'i give no fucks' satori
Proceeds to tease wakatoshi about it every chance he gets
"wow who knew you could be boring in all departments"
"sooooo, you really like it vanilla huh?"
Of course oblivious wakatoshi doesn't pay him any mind until a drunk tendou spills the beans
"guess who told me that you're boring in bedddd~ pfft she said you are so slow that it is like fucking a box"
You of course didn't say that but you were shocked to see wakatoshi at your door the next day
"did you tell tendou about our sex life?"
Well fuck.
you honestly should have expected this. You let out a shaky sigh as you merely avoided eye contact you felt pretty embarrassed and ashamed
"yeah, sorry toshi he kept bugging me about it"
"you telling him is not why I'm upset"
You were honestly shocked and looked up only to see wakatoshi's face close to yours, his eyes were intense and honestly gave you chills.
"did you say I was boring during sex? Is this true?"
"um..yeah but it's okay I mean it's still good it's just very..typical I mean we do the same stuff all the time and you just tend to be, slow"
Wakatoshi was a little shocked by your words but he calmly sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to think of what exactly he needed to do.
"then my future wife, allow me to spend the night making you feel good instead of myself, you can tell me exactly what I need to do in order to bring you to climax again and again."
And you did exactly that, he was quite obedient and even did things he never done before just so he can make you feel good.
#haikyuu smut#haikyuu imagines#wakatoshi ushijima#tetsuro kuroo#daichi suwamura#bokuto koutaro#oikawa tooru
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And here I am again, on the topic of Carlos haters. I'm actually very happy for you for not being around people who wish him to crash or to die, because there are so many out there. And its scary. Especially in F1. In a sport where every single fan knows, how it can end. In a sport where its not that inpossible for a driver to actually loose his life. And still they are out there.
Triggerwarning, don't read if you get emotional easy
I had someone telling me that he wishes for Carlos to die, and that his whole family should see it, and that he should have a long and horrible death, which should cause him a lot of pain because "this is what he deserves".
And this broke me. Because its F1. Because it could happen. And I wouldn't know what do if Carlos would actually loose his life, not to imagine his family... And there are people out there who actually put it into words. Its distrubing, alarming. And it leaves me helpless. What should I with messages like it? How can I stop it?
I got nightmares of any kind of drivers dieing because of stuff like this. Because people throw around words without thinking. Or maybe its my fault? Because I'm too attached to drivers? Maybe their death or those people shouldnt bother me?
If you dont feel like sharing this message (because it might be quite disturbing and I got carried away quite a lot, sorry for that) but still wanna answer me, you can call me "Jamie B." in your post and I will still know that you meant me and this message. I was gonna write you a DM but it feels better to stay anonym in this topic, or people might use this against me.
Trigger warning - the following text and also the ask above contains content that some may find disturbing. Please, read with care.
Seriously, anonym - I'm very glad you sent this message to me, because such things need to be talked about and not get ignored! It's so important to talk about this topic and not just look past it.
Yeah, I know I can call myself really happy to be around people who don't wish Carlos or any other driver any harm. Yes, not everyone of the people I follow/talk to support Carlos to 100%, but at least they all stay respectful and are grown up enough to know that you DON'T say duch things! NEVER EVER! ABOUT NO ONE!
Like I have said before, I really wasn't aware about that there are (still) so many people out there, that say stuff like that and even worse they also really mean the thoughtless things they say serious. Mostly because I block every account that comes past my way and is not respectful towards Carlos.
And like I have also said before, I have never seen such a hate post before, but hearing about the (anonym) message you have got gives me chills the worst possible way. This just can't be true, or?! I actually don't even know where to start here..
First of all, it's okay for me to send me anonym asks or requests for fics, but if you have to say something, if you want to tell someone your opinion then for fuck's sake have the damn balls to not send it anonym! I'm pretty sure most of those hate messages people receive are because of the damn anonymity of the internet. First those people are cowards in my eyes and second they really need to see a therapist for just thinking stuff like that, not even mention it to write them down, take their time to send it to someone and overall mean that also serious!
In what a sick world are we actually living to wish someone's (long, painful) death and also let his/her loved ones/family watch him/her dying!? How sick is that?!
Yes, Carlos had said/done some things in the past he shouldn't have and he could have at least apologized for it, but that still doesn't give you the right to wish him stuff like that! He is still only human, like you and me. No one, really no one deserves this!
And the thought that some people would really cheer in front of their TV, if something should ever happen to Carlos makes me really, really sick. Because like you have already said, anonym - stuff like that can happen so easily and quickly in this sport. Carlos or anyone else could really die out there! They could really lose their lives, for real!
I really want to know (no, I actually don't even want to know) what goes through those people's mind, what they are thinking when they write those words down. I mean, how would they feel, if they would read stuff like that about themselves somewhere on the internet from complete strangers (even worse, you don't even know their identity)? (God, I really hope Carlos won't ever have to read those kind of messages) How would they feel about that? What would those words make to them? Don't they see their loved ones/family in front of their inner eyes how they would react, if you would be the one passing away? Are they really so cold and heartless to not ask themselves those questions before sending those messages? Do they really don't think at all before? What's wrong with these people? Have they never received any love in their lives?
To your ask about what you should do - talk, talk about it! Talk with your family, friends or with me about it (also anonymous, it's totally alright if want to stay anonym in this case). Talking about it helps, believe me.
I can also call myself lucky once again, because I have never received such hate messages before (this will probably change after this post..),but if I would get any, I would publish them. Maybe I wouldn't respond anything, but I would want people to know about it, because it's not okay, it's actually the worst thing ever.
And maybe, but only maybe, those people will change their minds if they will read other people's thoughts on their death treats, maybe they will finally be able to understand that such things are unacceptable, that they finally need to educate themselves properly, grow up and finally start to be good.
But if you don't want to publish those messages or read any of their words anymore, you should better really deactivate anonym asks. It's really for your own good and mental health, because I can tell you are suffering a lot because of it.
And if I have understood you right here (God, I really hope I haven't) and you actually know the person who has told you this, then please stop any contact with that person, if he/she doesn't want to understand why this is the worst thing ever. Stay away from those people who aren't good for you and who obviously aren't happy with their own lives. You don't need them. You don't have to listen to their sick thoughts.
But please, don't search the problem by yourself - it's really not your fault at all. You can support/be a fan of whoever you want and there will always be people who disagree with you - which is actually okay - but what these people are doing is more than just sick. It's not your fault that people are like that, their problems are not on you.
I hope I could help you here a little, anonym - but don't ever forget, if things should become too much, please talk with someone about it or take a step back from social media.
And please, also don't ever forget - don't fight hate with hate!
Stay safe, anonym and enjoy the good things in life â€ïž
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Ninety. Part 3
Everyone pretty much left the hospital besides Mel, stroking my chin hair looking over at Robyn and Mel just whispering together, they look so deep in conversation, and I wonder what they speaking on, I am nosey so I would like to know. Mel looked over at me and looked away quickly, so it makes me think are they speaking on me and then Robyn looked so now itâs official that they are. Looking back at my daughter, I hate this so much, Iâve not even really cared about anything. Besides chasing after Robyn like a dog but I generally not cared about shit else, I just want my daughter to be better and to be just staring into my eyes, probably judging me thinking why did I fuck up because we had to stay with Mel, I am an idiot. Rubbing the top of my head âI shall leave you both to it, donât murder each other nowâ Mel said laughing âheâs sleeping on the chair anyways, we goodâ Robyn slowly made her way to us with her arms crossed, she thinks that âsure Robyn, but thanks. For coming also and caring so muchâ Mel smiled at me âthat is fine, yâall my family anyways. Bye, I hope to see my niece awake and livelyâ we can all hope that, my whole heart just on that bed âbyeâ sitting back on the chair âthank you for comingâ Mel and Robyn hugged âlesbians are at it againâ I mumbled âjealousy is ugly Chrisâ Mel spat âhe is uglyâ Robyn added, them two are terrible together âtwo ugly sistersâ they both laughed as they finished off just hugging and whatever, now watch Robyn sheâs going to be all over me like a bad smell but if I touch her itâs a no. Not complaining actually because sheâs a feign, I can sense it. Looking over at Robyn âI donât see what you are smirking atâ Robyn sat next to me âhere we are, alone in this roomâ watching Robyn sit down âand Iâm hungryâ she turned to me âthatâs life?â Man Robyn is so damn beautiful, I am too damn lucky in life to have her âget me some food, if you get it right you canâ she dragged out, oh she got my attention. Robyn is actually very close to me âtouch any part of my body, using your lips. Just a kiss but you need to get food I want, itâs easy reallyâ she shrugged, I am not even waiting I am gone. I got up from the chair, Robyn snorted laughing, I am whipped.
I donât know what game Robyn is playing but itâs got me by the neck like a dog anyways, Robyn is not dumb because she knows I will be here at Giorgio Baldi âthank you brotherâ the waiter came over to the car with the food âno payment, itâs on us. We are so sorry about your daughter, we hope she gets betterâ they are really refusing to take payments from me but itâs nice of them âthank youâ I smiled, placing the bag on the front seat âoh my god, Chris. Can we take a picture with you?â Some females came over to the car âreally?â I laughed âyeah, if you wantâ I never understand why these people want pictures with me, leaning my head out of the car âyou are so sexyâ she turned the camera to us âthatâs a recordingâ I pointed licking my lips âoh yeah sorryâ she said, then stopped recording to change it to picture. Putting two fingers up as she took the picture of us âthank and me nextâ this is painful âthere is no Rihanna hereâ they are looking into the car searching for her of course, smiling as the next girl took the picture âyou are actually so fine, thank youâ saluting her as she walked off, this puts my confidence so high. Like I am just that nigga, nobody can really tell me anything because I am just that nigga. Putting the car window up as I got ready to drive off and give this food to Robyn, sheâs going to let me do anything so I canât wait for this, talking about kiss her anywhere, nasty ass knows I am going to be nasty on her, I canât help it.
Walking into the room, Robyn is still sat next to the bed with Rylee âdaddyâs homeâ closing the door behind me, Robyn got up from the chair âsoâ turning to me âoh wow, Giorgio Baldi? But I really wanted chicken?â She cringed, mean mugging her âdeadass, donât play in my face like thatâ Robyn pulled a face ânah, donât want itâ she waved me off, I am about to blow because this is ridiculous. She loves this shit âdonât play in my face Robyn!â I spat, she shushed me âI want chicken, I donât want it. Stop being abruptâ I am going to have a tantrum right this second, I canât even. This is so unfair âI am joking with you, looking like youâre going to blowâ she giggled âthank you booâ she took the bag from me âbut was I right?â I questioned âof course you were right Chris, come on nowâ watching her walk off, oh I canât wait to play this little game she started âwas she good?â I pointed at Rylee âyeah, just watching her little flinches she does when she is asleep, changed her diaper. I just miss her interacting with me so badly, pains me. But come, letâs eatâ making my way over to Robyn, as long as Robyn is happy so am I âwin win situation here, you got my favourite food and youâre able to touch me, just for a momentâ I sat down laughing âhow long for?â Robyn sat across from me, her eyes her so flirty, I donât know âhow long is a kiss for?â I shrugged âcan be a long time?â She shook her head âa kiss! That is a whole passionate kiss, we ainât on that level, right?â She is sneaky âI should have heard the terms and conditions before anything, man. Iâve been played!â I am so dumb; I just ran off.
I actually enjoyed that wack ass pasta food she likes âoh yeah, they gave it for free. They said they are upset to hear about Rylee, they hope she gets betterâ Robyn cooed out âthey are so sweet, Iâve closed my doors right now. On the outside, itâs about me and my family. I need that to be better before I proceed with that, you knowâ she shrugged as she ate, itâs like she is eating for two, I mean sheâs eating my leftovers too âwhat was you and Mel speaking about? I know itâs not my place but you both looked at me and I felt a type of wayâ Robyn chuckled âerm, she was really telling me that to be strong, Rylee will get better. She is a fighter and Dolly is looking over her. That she hopes this is what makes you both see what is the main focus, and then she asked if you were ok and how we both getting on. Just that and I said that we need to look forward for Rylee and then we can work on us while that is happening, she just wants me to be ok. She knows I can get depressed so that is why she askedâ licking my bottom lip nodding my head, I believe Robyn and what she said. I did think that they were being sly, but Robyn was straight up about it âcool, I was just thinking that you was both being sly, that is allâ Robyn smirked âand if we was, what you going to do nigga?â rolling my eyes at her âdonât play in my face so you happy yeah? Contentâ staring at her lips âI am thank youâ I want her so bad, itâs so bad âsleeping naked tonight?â Robyn crossed her leg over âI am sleeping how I want in the bed; I donât know about you. As a man you should say you have the bed alone, I will sleep elsewhereâ waving her hand about âsat there like you holding wine, if you donât quit playing. I will be in the bed ma, you canât stop meâ Robyn giggled âshut up, I am missing wine with my foodâ I can tell she is.
I gave Robyn time and space to just get ready for bed, I think she has had enough time now. I just sat with Rylee âI love you so much pookie, you get your restâ leaning over, pressing kisses to her forehead âlove youâ pressing another kiss before moving back, I wish the bed was closer but of course it canât be. Making my way to the room, the door is open of course âwe leaving this openâ I said, Robyn is already in bed with her hair wrapped âthat is my tee for tomorrow!? I bought one tee, are you seriousâ Robyn biting on her nail smiling, she shrugged âI think you need to leave me alone; I sleep inside the covers you sleep out. Divorced parents donât sleep togetherâ she is terrible âI swearâ I dragged out âswear whatâ annoying ass âso can I kiss whatever? I was rightâ she crazy if she thinks I ainât going to do it âfineâ she sighed out, licking my lips walking around the bed âthis bed is small by the wayâ I just realised âChris, please donâtâ she pleaded knowing damn well I am âChris!â she screamed out, I yanked her leg to me and bringing her foot to me âpleaseâ she pleaded âI havenât had a showerâ tilting my head to see her panties, Robyn yanked the tee down âhurry upâ pressing a kiss to her big toe âyou are something elseâ she shook her head, placing my mouth over her big toe âChris!â she yelped yanking her foot back, I laughed walking off.
Stretching my body out, my arm under the pillow as I laid onto my side. Robyn is awake, as I knew âglad you put sweatpants on, nobody needs to see your ass in boxes nowâ Robyn is a hater âyou know I was joking about you sleeping outside of the coversâ look at her, now she is joking âoh now itâs a joke?â I questioned âwell I didnât mean it, you can sleep in the covers. I am actually so happy to be in a bed, those chairs were breaking my backâ my smile grew âyou know what I mean, shut upâ I didnât even need to say anything, she is the one laughing âyouâre laughing too, the hellâ she lightly hit my shoulder âaight, I mean you should be used to thatâ I said it, she was waiting for that âsee, I knew you going to say thatâ resting my head back on the pillow âshow the six pack then?â Robyn asked, moving back a little. Touching my stomach âwhat you think?â she is staring at me mad hard âhow, what do you do that you end up like this?â moving back into my position âusing all my upper body strength to move around, itâs hard you know. Like you think the bathroom was a mess on purpose, like ok I could have done better but I struggled. So yeah, that is why reallyâ I shrugged âtrue, but you still need to clean that. On a real what did you do? Like letâs be real, I know what a tour bus is like, I have spent a lot of time in those. Where did you sleep, spending hours on thereâ she is really stuck on that âyeah I know, its very intimate. I noticed that, but truthfully there was two buses, I was on the one with the Jewish man. I get annoyed after a while, because there was no privacy, so I was not liking itâ I admitted âyou mean to tell me you didnât like it? But you lastedâ nodding my head âI was determined but it was like boring, go to the city, sat around, watch his show, sat around, leave. I was like this is wack, then you were here and there having so much fun, I was jealous of you. So I had to look like I was having funâ Robyn and I pointed at each other and then laughed âyou are stubbornâ she can talk âbe quiet, youâre the same but yeah it was wackâ shaking my head âbut there were girls there, big tits and ass?â I chuckled âyou right, there was. And yes they came up to me, but I wasnât interested, actually one of them did say youâre married to Rihanna, youâre so lucky and stuff but I really wasnât interested, youâre my typeâ I grinned âme?â Robyn pointed to herself âyeah, youâre my type. Itâs crazy how you have been beautiful your whole lifeâ Robyn snorted âniggaâ she shuffled up on the bed.
âActually, erm. Itâs funny because I had well have so many men in my inbox thinking I was getting a divorce, even when I was working and I met people on the god, I was getting offersâ pulling a face âbut do they know your sleep with your mouth open? That you take in all the airâ Robyn back handed my arm âshut upâ she is always abusing me âletâs be nice, letâs talk about nice things. I have a question; do you regret getting married to me or is there something you would change?â Robyn paused, she did mention it, so this is interesting to know or hear on what she thinks because she mentioned it âregret is a big word, I think I would like to explore the Chris that came out of jail. I based my feelings and likes and what I know on what I knew of you, and I blindsided myself so I didnât have that clear vision so I feel I should have waited it out, so I figured out what makes you tick and makes you be the way you are. I should have waited but I donât regret marrying you, there is nothing we can never not overcome unless you cheatedâ nodding my head âhow does that make you feel?â she questioned back âitâs not good, itâs not good to hear anyways because to me I would marry you in a heartbeat you know?â Robyn nodded her head âbut thatâs because I am still Robyn, I treat you as I did back then, I mean yeah I have Rihanna, the other side but I donât bring that to youâ she has a point âyouâre still my poppa, just a pain in the assâ I laughed a little, I just hate that she feels that way with me.
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Happy one year anniversary!! I am really really grateful to have find you here! You are talented, amazing and caring and I can always count on you when it comes to dragging haters! :)) How about a peter x reader where he tries to make up for sth he did by singing the reader a 1d song?
You made me cry, thank you so so much, I am the grateful mutuals and friends like youđ
Now let's see if I can return the favor and make you cry mwahahah...
"You & I"
He should have told you when he had the chance. He should have told you when your eyes still shone every time they met his across the classroom, should have explained where he went so late at night, why he wanted to keep your relationship a secret, so as not to paint a target on your back. Should have told you exactly how he knew Felicia and what they had actually done when she said they had "spent the night together". He should have trusted you and told you he was Spider-Man before one more dinner gone cold, one last date he never made it to finally broke your heart beyond repair.
Now you didn't want to know anything to do with him, wouldn't talk to him, not even to let him apologize, to let him explain. Probably believing he was only going to give you more excusesâŠÂ
So could anyone blame him for being happy when that bomb had gone off right outside the pizza place you worked at? For taking you and leaving the rest of the Avengers fighting as he swung you away to safety? Could he blame his own heart for beating wildly and euphoric at the feeling of having you back in his arms, even if you were having a panic attack?
He landed on a rooftop, setting you softly on your feet but he wasn't even sure you had noticed, your eyes didn't seem to focus on anything through your tears, your breath coming in short and shallow.Â
"It's ok! It's ok, y/n. You're safe, I got you now. I got youâŠ" He tried to comfort you but you didn't seem to listen.
"Baby, it's me, Peter. Don't be scaredâŠ" God, how he wished he were able to take off his mask, but someone could be watching from the windows of the neighbouring buildings.Â
Not knowing what else to do, he held you to him, tucking your face against his neck like he had a hundred times before, soothingly caressing your hair and humming to your favorite song.
"... I figured it out. I saw the mistakes from up and downâŠ" He had, he really had, and if you ever gave him the chance, he would make up for them, "meet in the middle, there's always room for common groundâŠ"
Unbeknownst to him, Peter's soft voice and touches made something click inside your head, clearing the fog. Your body knew, it recognized the embrace your eyes did not. And It all fell into place.
"I see what it's like. I see what it's like for day and night⊠never together cuz they see things in a different light, like usâŠ"
You truly were seeing things in a different light: his absences, his silence, his lies. He had a double life, but not in the way you had thought.
"They never tried like us⊠You and I, we don't have to be like them" There was a catch on Peter's voice, like he was struggling with the next words, "We can make it 'till the end. And no-nothing can come between you and I"Â
This time he clearly broke, choking on the words, wishing with all his heart they were true. But he bravely carried on,
"Not even the gods above⊠can separate the two of us. No, nothing can come between you and IâŠ"Â
"Pe-Peter?"
"Yes! Yes baby, it's me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you!"
You took a step back,Â
"This⊠this was your secret? You didn't cheat on me or⊠or?"
"No, baby girl. I would never, please, you have to believe meâŠ"Â
You look into the inhumanly big eyes of the mask. Spider-Man. Your boyfriend was Spider-Man. He was a superhero, not a cheater.Â
And the knot in your stomach, the pain in your heart you had been carrying for weeks now, suddenly let off. It had taken all your strength to walk away from Peter when you thought he was a jerk, there was no way you could walk away from him now you knew he was the exact opposite.Â
Decision made, you reached for his mask, unrolling it just past his lips with his help. You felt his smile against your lips, as his arms enveloped you again.Â
Light up my world blurb event
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#tom holland#peter parker imagine#tom holland x reader#tom holland imagine#peter parker fanfic#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker smut
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Upcoming Requests
As I promised, Iâm popping on to post a list of all my requests Iâm doing. I know I have asks and messages, but Iâm not going to go through them right now, but I appreciate all your support everyone. Iâm not tagging people who requested until itâs posted because most of these are anons. Please like and reblog this, just so others are aware of what Iâm doing, and comment which pieces youâre looking forward to the most! Itâs a LONG list, so Iâm adding a read more option. Iâm not posting these in any order, thatâs just how theyâre listed.Â
Also check out my writing challenge in my bio!
Requests:Â
Bellamy Blake:Â
Can you do a Bellamy x reader? which takes place in season 3 with the chips that take away their pain. The reader is going through something and wants to take it but Bellamy stops them? Love your writing and donât care about the haters!Â
Hi! Itâs me again. Iâve got this BellamyxReader idea where the reader has become more and more reckless, and when she kills someone she doesnât even flinch. Everyoneâs worried, especially Bellamy. When they get to restrain chipped-Raven and theyâre taking shifts to check on her. While itâs the readerâs turn, Raven says something that makes her snap. I have 2 ideas for the end: either the readers goes out and points a gun to her head or she points it to Raven. Either way, Bellamy stops her. (I was thinking that maybe no one knows about it and that the readerâs been keeping it under control with the meds Kane managed to give her before she was sent to earth with the 100 (maybe she could be Kaneâs daughter).Then, when Jaha started chipping everyone, ALIE ordered someone to steal her meds and she didnât really want to tell anyone about the missing meds. She started to go through the maniac phase of it, and people around her (Bellamy, Clarke) started to notice that something was off Then, coming back to my original request lol, Raven told her that they stole their meds to mess with her and you can connect it with the rest of my other request)
Hi there, I was wondering if i could request an angsty/fluffy S5 Bellamy fic based on the song âHesitateâ by the Jonas Brothers? Thank you âșâ€
Is it possible to get a bellamy one-shot or something based on the song âI hate you, I love youâ by gnash and olivia oâbrien? Iâm not really picky (at all) by what the plot is, but I feel like itâs a good song to write a fic about, thanks girlie đ ~ Posted!
Okay soooo I have this on my mind for aawhile!Are you able to do a Bellamy Blake x plus size (if you want) reader imagine based on the song âDonât wanna fall in loveâ by KYLE⊠if you want though!
Hi! I have a request What about a Bellamy x Reader based on the song Happy Pills by Weathers?
Would you be willing to do a Bell x Reader based on the song ALARM by Anne-Marie? Maybe something in season 1, but you can decide a different season if itâs easierâș
Your song fics are so goooddddd! Can you PLEASE do one based on If the World was Ending? Its by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels. Can it be a lot of angst and maybe a cute ending if it works? Thank you!!!!!
Hi!! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write a Bellamy x reader based on the song Hot Girl Bummer by blackbear! Thank you â€ïž have a nice day!
Could you maybe do something Season 1 Bellamy where he's tough and lets everybody "do whatever the hell they want" but he's bossier to you and you're a rebellious spirit but he's actually being hard on you because he really really likes you and he doesn't want anything to happen to you (he's bossy in a roundabout way so he makes sure you get dinner and are safe and stuff) and maybe something happens and she gets hurt cause she's mad at him and he admits his feelings for her? Sassy and sweet?
Sirius Black:Â
hello! can i request an imagine in which reader is Luciusâ little sister, so she has a bad reputation among the marauders, but on their last year, her and Sirius are supposed to work on a project together so they start spending more time together and he realises that sheâs not like her family at all, so they start developing feelings for each other? maybe they even kiss in the end? hehe. thanks!
Hey sweets! I was wondering if I could request a oneshot with young!Sirius please? Something with a lot of mutual pining? Also if the reader could be in Ravenclaw that would be really nice :) Thanks anyways đ
can i request an extremely fluffy (floof upon floof) and wholesome fic with sirius? :â) thank you
Could you please write a Sirius x reader where the reader is a Gryffindor but is very quiet and cold and Sirius tries to get closer to her?
Hey! I saw that your requests for the marauders were open. I would like to request a Sirius oneshot where he has a crush on reader who is super sassy and will not give him time of the day. He is a bit sad and so maybe James takes it upon himself to get them together? Maybe as a bonus they help July get together too? Thankyou đ
Hey! How are you? Thanks to Seira I discovered you were writing for the marauders! So I was thinking could you right something on the marauders (Sirius x reader) were itâs full moon and theyâre in the muggle world. Moony is stuck in the middle of a village, there is a lot of muggle around him so the reader (who is an animagus too since sheâs a marauder) save him but finish hurt by a villager so Sirius protect her and carry her away? I hope itâs understandable and sorry if my English is bad :)Â
Barry Allen:Â
Hiii! One last request before you close them! Maybe a Barry Allen x reader where the reader has got âdarkâ powers? I picture her like Billie Eilish in her music video âBury a Friendâ. I donât know if I explained it clearly đ
James Potter:Â
I really love your works on Harry Potter (basically marauders) Can I request 14, 16, 18, 23, 28 for James Potter. Can reader be Remus' twin sister, a Gryffindor? I I would be really happy to read it. Also if possible can you make a happy ending for it? I trust you can write a perfect fic! Thank you:) (are you still open to this kind of requests?)~ Posted!Â
could u maybe work on a lil james potter fic (cus ur reqs for him are open)? one where he's trying so hard to get a girl in the quidditch team (but she's bolder than he is so she tells him she'll only join if he goes on a date w her) i thought it'd be pretty cool... thank uÂ
I don't know if you are taking one shot requests but if you are, I would like to request a James Potter x reader (different houses, not specified) where they enter a Hogwarts Couples Baking Challenge and they're just having fun. Thanks!
Remus Lupin:Â
Hi!!! Could I get a gender neutral!reader x Remus?? Something with mutual pining maybe?? Also I would love if the reader is in hufflepuff!! Thank you!!!
Hey! Can I request a oneshot with Remus where he likes reader who is Lily's best friend and us smarter than her too and is also a prefect? He asks for her help to study and accidentally confesses his feelings at the same time/or confesses during one of their prefect rounds? Thankyou!
can i request some angst for younger remus where it's a couple days after the full moon and he looks for the reader so they can cuddle (they're already dating) and he finds them kissing another guy, and he asks reader why and the readers like "i dont want you anymore, i love this guy, blah blah blah" and he's heart broken but later somehow reader's friend finds out the guy gave them a love potion and fixes it, and reader has to try to explain to Remus that it's what happened but he doesn't (1/2) believe her, and it's all angsty because he's mad at her but in the end he understands or something like that, and i am SO sorry that this is so long, and i love love love your writing~ Posted!
John Murphy:Â
 I think 18 by 1D would be such a cute song for Murphy! I saw your requests were open for him (THANK GOD because your writing is incredible!) and I was hoping you wouldnât mind? Thanks love!
John Murphy with a reader that got her arm or leg or both taken on earth and itâs about her recovering and John helping her. If you canât do John then sorry for bothering!!
Undecided:Â
I wasn't going to ask this because I already requested something (believe me when I say I read the moment I knew lots of times already), but just trying it won't hurt me, right? (right? đ) I need something based on lover of mine by 5sos it can be bellamy, sirius, james, remus or bucky, whoever you think would fit better. thank you for putting up with my shit đ€§ love you tons - đ (Undecided because I havenât figured out who to write for yet, I think it might be Bucky)
So this is hella randombut can u do a eli goree x reader ship. Eli played wells on the 100 and mad dog on riverdale btw. Anyway can it be were your also famous actor and played in the 100 and riverdale ect and u guys are playing a game on the jimy falon show and your picking random QUITIONS from a dec of cards abd most of them are things having to fo with ur friend ship (u guys are like bestfriends and everybody ships u2) reader picks random card that says I asked you out would you say yes? (Undecided because my requests arenât open for Eli and Iâve never written for an actor before, but I kinda wanna write this despite my requests not for him. So idk yet. Question: If I do write this, do you Eli to say yes? and do you want them together? No promises on writing it, but send me an ask and let me know please.)
#Request list#todo#Requests closed#send asks#bellamy blake x reader#Sirius black x reader#barry allen x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#bucky barnes x reader#let me know which ones yall are waiting for#I came i posted imma leave
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Blackpink: The Album Review
Okay, this is the first time iâve done this and the truth is i donât know how, so iâll just try my best.
First of all: I am a Jennie biased blink. That means I have no trustworthy sense of criticism when it comes to them and if you do, this is probably not the place for you. I will try to talk about this album with a sense of criticism, but sometimes, iâm just gonna like a song because itâs blackpink and yâall just gotta deal with it.
BUT, I am not afraid of saying i donât like things that the pinks have said it to like, which is actually how iâm starting this review. So, if you guys are all about loving the girls and emotion and âthink about how they must feelâ this is a decision made by the girls, this place is also not for you either. I am a blink and i share a lot of love for those four women, but i am also a consumer of their work as artists. I will complain if I didnât get something I thought was necessary as a viewer and listener for my money and attention to be spent. I will not, of course, hate on them in any way.
Ok, before anything:
1) English isnât my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. 2) Here, weâre gonna talk about the cover, pre-release single choices, writing credits, tracklist and my honest opinion about the album as a whole.
a) The Cover:
Thereâs not a lot to talk about but the fact that itâs gorgeous, but simple. I didnât understand why a crown if the name was The Album (something unoriginal to be honest, but iâm not 100% against it) and thereâs no reference to royalty throughtout the album besides maybe Jennieâs rap âdidnât want to be a princessâ. I did find the cover visually pleasing tho, could be much more embarrasing.
b) Writing credits and Track List:
This one is quick. Iâm extremely glad Jennie and Jisoo were credited as songwriters (Jennie as well as a composer) but Teddy gotta give Danny Chung to god. He hates rapper Jennie and heâs the reason Lisa doesnât write. Heâs always in charge of the raps so teddy gets confortable and Lisa doesnât get a chance to write her own verses, which is something the sure thing cover showed us she can do. Also, he hates rapper Jennie to the point where she had to write her rap on the title track (wich is good, but, you know what i mean) and wasnt even given a chance to write more than 8 seconds. Melanie I hope this is the last time you were here. Loren you can stay. Tommy and Ryan yall were cute we had fun but itâs over letâs move one (seriously, these producers really made me appreciate Teddy more lmao pls sir never leave us). Okay thatâs it. Now, to the track list.
I will be talking about the fact this shouldnât even be called a full album on the My Honest Opinion About The Album As A Whole topic.
1. How You Like That
I say my opinion more detailed on the next topic but at at essence. Cute. A good opener to the album and what is to come, but too much of a bside to even be a pre release single.
6.5/10
2. Ice Cream
Again, my opinion itâs on the next topic. Cute song. Loved Chaennieâs high notes and wish i didnât know english so the rap didnt sound that silly. Not as bad as blinks and non blinks make it out to be.Â
6.12/10
3. Pretty Savage
I kinda also talked about that in the next topic lmao. It has everything a blackpink song should have. Thereâs been some controversy about Lisa âborn skinny bitchâ but Lisa was talking about herself since she has been body shamed through her whole career. She was right and she should say it. Youâre entitled to feel uncomfortable but thatâs just the thing she wasnât talking about me or you. She was taking her pain and wearing like an armor. This was a diss track for the haters. Taking that away from her because of our own issues itâs kinda mistreating hers.
8.82/10
4. Bet You Wanna
Yes you guessed it right I talk more about it next topic. Itâs a bop. Loved Jennie here. She has such a versatile voice I was very proud to hear her. And Cardi was also good. Just hope Lisa will get her rap part live cause she didnât have much lines here. But I loved Jenlisaâs brigde. RosĂ©âs adlibs peak perfection and Jisooâs chorus and english thatâs what iâm talking about. The chorus can be a little repetitive and it kinda ends a bit suddenly but it doesnt bother me much.
8.37/10
5. Lovesick Girls
WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS MASTERPIECE OTHER THAN BEST BLACKPINK TITLE TRACK? Love that for me. It was so different than anything theyâve done so far, the lyrics were AMAZING, the message behind it also, the visuals in the MV, storylinne, RAPPER JENNIE OMG, she got the most memorable line âdidnât want to be a princess, iâm pricelessâ i love her tf the shade to the yg princess title and her scene in the car and in the mental hospital(will not touch on the controversies cause that was annoying) also Lisaâs rap/singing with a flow in the begining her voice OMG I WAS SHOOKEDT. Jisooâs high note in the brigde? RosĂ©?? perfect.
10/10
6. Crazy Over You
Rapper Jennie for the last time with a 8 second rap again but LETâS BE POSITIVE. A bop. I loved the i. went. crazy. over. you. I love the lyrics. It bother a bit this much english but itâs bpâs idendity so iâm fine with it.
8.5/10
7. Love To Hate Me
This was a predictable song in the best possible way. Easily one of their best songs. Thereâs honestly nothing left to say. Also. Lisaâs rap. Maybe Danny Chung deserves some points. It even felt like she was a feat in the song like her flow yall just perfection.
9.4/10
8. You Never Know.
Great song I left with depression.
I like how this album talks with haters and blinks, it really shows a different side from the pinks. Only a few know the emotion Jennie starting off âbut you never know unless you walk in my shoes [...] cause everybody sees what they wanna see, itâs easier to jugde it than to believeâ. It was written by Loren, a close friend from the girls and the boy whoâs Jenlichaeng boyfriend in the LSGâs MV and Bekuh Boom, a producer whoâs been with them for really long, but if anyone got a conspirancy theory that they were involved in the songwriting process of the song, sign me up. You donât need proves. I believe you. ALSO JISOO GOT MOST LINE ON THIS ONE and we got singer Lisa. After a while, it become my favorite song from the album. Now, itâs my favorite song from their discography. Debate your mother.
9.62/10
c) Pre-Release single Choices:Â
I canât stress about this enough. Whoever was in charge for the single choices needs to go to jail. Not that HYLT is bad (at all) but comparing to the rest of the songs, it look MUCH more like a powerful bside than Love To Hate Me and Pretty Savage ever will. I will lecture later how Pretty Savage was the perfect choice to first release single, just wait. Now, to the controversial Ice Cream. To be honest, i found the song super cute and i think the MV was one of their best. It was different and refreshing, love that for me. But the whole sequence of events that turned out to that disasterous twitter timeline, with constant attacks to the girls especially Lisa over things they cannot control such as line distribuition and a sabotage from antis on yt comment section, was something I kinda already saw it coming. Ice Cream is Blackpinkâs most successful single to date, but it was a bad choice from the start (I will talk about that in a second). For starters, YG decided not to promote the song well. While announcing the single, they gave us a poster with pictures from a summer package released months before. And each week they kept doing that, only using actual teaser photos in the release week. The hype was pretty much out. I canât say my timeline is 100% blink because i have way too many fandoms that iâve been following for longer than iâve known kpop, but compared to the HYLT hype, they were pretty down and thatâs on YGE. Also, ever since coachella, itâs been antecipated by fans and artists the possibility of a Blackpink x Ariana Grande (one of the most popular singes these last couple of years). The idea of an Aripink collab got blinks (who were already with an eye wide open after Blackpink was seen with Tommy Brown, Ariâs basically oficial producer, who has been producing for her ever since her second album and was reponsible for many hits of her latest project, Thank U, Next, such as 7 rings and Thank U, Next) even more hyped when YG announced (one of those old photoshoot posters. Iâm sorry I will never let that go that company is so trash) that Blackpinkâs second release was going to be a collaboration with a western artist, and Ariana herself like Jennieâs instagram post about the next single. I cannot put in words the reaction of my twitter timeline when YG confirmed that the collab was actually with Selena Gomez.Â
Now, on a more personal note.Â
You see, I actually like Selena. I like her songs, besides the critics. Perfect is pop perfection. Waverly Place is the best disney show ever since Thatâs So Raven. But, to a collab made to the US market, and besides the success of Rare, Selena isnât a sales force like Adele or Taylor Swift, nor a streaming force like Ariana Grande. Nothing takes my theory that this was supposed to be an aripink collab but, for some reason, she dipped and then interscope (blackpink us label and selenaâs label) picked her. Selena showed us a good time and promoted the girls more than YGE did but, it wasnât a surprise when the song didnât get a top 10 (a top 13 is really good tho, donât get me wrong).Â
Now back to the story telling
Selena was more than a feat, she sang the whole damn song, getting more vocal lines the the entire vocal line. Sheâs only a few seconds behind Lisa, who got the most lines in general. I understand that it is a collab, but this is the girlsâ single. Why would they want to listen to them for only 16 seconds, the amount of time RosĂ© got? That set a bunch of solo stans (something that exists more in this fandom than everywhere else) to boycoitt the release, a huge fansite even taking out their funds for the full album (that was low, even for a solo account. JisooBar, you aint seeing heaven). Did i think it was a little of overeacting? As someone whoâs an army that had to handle Not Todayâs line distribuition, and especially since weâre talking about the main vocalist, someone who will for sure have more lines in the future (as she did), kinda. But, like i said, it was a bomb getting ready to explode at any minute. If it wasnât that itâd be something else. That being said, NOTHING will ever justify the nastyness yâall did with Lisa and even Jennieâs comment section. Nothing. That was ridiculous even for solo stans. BUT for people who got worried about Lisaâs lack of posts after the release, donât worry. She didnât post a lot because Thailand is going through some stuff and I donât think she has YGeâs permission to talk about it (when I catch the ones in power on that company istg).Â
Wow, that was long. At essence, it was a bad choice for several reasons, but i enjoyed the song a lot. Canât wait for the live performances with chaesooâs lines.
Now, back to HYLT. It was greatly promoted, it stopped Zicoâs (huge in korea) releases and a bunch of other big artists in South Korea. Got 7 Perfect All-Kills and wouldâve gotten more than 12 if the charts werenât reforming at the time. It also broke a lot of records, and repeated Sour Candyâs position on the bb100 on #33. Itâs another very Blackpink song that I enjoyed but kinda aged. Many non blinks didnât like it but itâs not like they were ever going to admit they liked a bp song. Theyâre annoying. The songâs biggest problem is probably the 2015 edm in the chorus. Like. Teddy. You gotta let that go. Itâs time. He kinda heard us in the album. But, these kinds of songs are very liked by the general public, especially the korean one. An interview was made asking the general public if blackpink should change concepts and they said a bit fat no. So that tells what you need to know. And that it why i think Pretty Savage should have been the first pre release single.Â
Okay, let me tell you another series of event. Back on november 2019, when we were starving because YGe does not like money, BlackpinkBar, a big fansite, payed trucks to be sent to YG building during a whole day demanding for better treatment to Blackpink. You can find all the demands online, but at essence, when it came to music related, blinks always mention: Jisooâs lines, screen time and blackpink in your area, Main Rapper Jennie, Lisa dance break, RosĂ©âs high note. On HYLT, we got nothing. And everyone had to shrug it off saying it was just a pre release single, BUT it would be better hyped by blink and the hype to the second pre release wouldâve lasted longe if PRETTY SAVAGE, who has basically all of that, was the pre release single. It wouldâve assured us of so much. Jisoo said bp in your area twice, she RAPPED, she was singing, she couldâve had more screetime and center time especially bc sheâs on all chorus. Jennie Main Rapper would go back and we wouldnât have to be blue balled (which caused the ice cream meltdown)every single release and only having to wait till the title track and only to have a 8 SECOND RAP. I wonât talk about that now. Moving on. RosĂ© wouldnât get a high note, but she wouldâve gotten the brigde all to herself and the next pre release single, bet you wanna (wait for it), she would get those incredible adlibs. And Lisaâs dance break. Not only this is bpâs most danceable song and has a bunch of lisaâs raps, it also has jennieâs outro, where for a least 20 seconds lisa couldâve thrived. Yall we were robbed.
Now, real quick, back to Ice Cream. In a perfect world (or just a world where YGâs current ceo) had brains, if they wanted a collaboration to show the pink side of blackpink, with a poppy song and sassy lyrics, the artist not to be in the whole song, and to have an artist who would driven attention from the locals and is a big streaming force, THEY WOULDâVE CHOSEN BET YOU WANNA. My biggest problem with bet you wanna is Lisaâs lack of lines, which could cause stuff and well we just miss her they could have added a rap even for 8 seconds, BUT, seeing her all around pretty savage and knowing sheâs gonna have Cardiâs rap during live performances would cool things down. Since we were in the middle of a pandemic, instead of a mv like ice cream where they had to do it separately, they couldâve done something like IUâs eight. A huge part in animation and a few with people. Literally YG why are you so dumb. Bye.
d)Â My Honest Opinion About The Album As A Whole:
I did some math (lol) and my rank for The Album is 8.4. Itâs easily one of the best releases from this year and I loved it so much, but something were left to be desired and i think i could pass everything and just turn a blind eye at things, except one: the fact we waited for 4 years, watched all ggs and yg groups getting comebacks last semester and only got 8 songs. Loona is releasing a mini album with that amount of songs. Stray Kids and BTSâs mini albums are longer than that. It was bad enough KTL had 4 songs and a remix (a joke) with 2 songs lacking raps and no rapper jennie only for them to carry YGâs dirty name after what their protected boys did. I legit hate it here they didnât even had 30 minutes, their longest song wasnât even 4 minutes. Also, before anyone says anything about the girlâs interview about quality over quantity. Iâd like to say that i understand them having that when it comes to have one comeback a year and iâm honestly okay with that. But their first full album? 8 songs? Are you kidding me? Like I said, Iâm a consumer. I refuse to receive this half assed excuse about quality over quantity when they had more than enough time to produce and write more than 8 quality songs? what, is impossible to write more than one song per moth? these songs have formulas, they can be made more than 8 times. A blackpink album its more than a thousand reals here. That 90% of a sallary. And please donât come with the âif you donât want it just donât buy itâ âyou can just unstan themâ bc thatâs not the case. I love their songs. I love the girls. But Iâm a consumer of their art and if they want to be takend seriously as artists, they gotta do more than 8 songs on a full album. Itâs unfair to anyone that isnât a diehard fan willing to sell out an overpriced photobook in hours. Thatâs not the only kind of fan blackpink needs. they need the store locals, the people who are not on twitter or tumblr or instagram. Cause those locals are gonna stay like they stayed with adele and taylor swift. stan twitter is much more likely to leave them with time.
Side note: Iâm tired of commenting on rapper Jennie so Iâll just say Jennie deserves better than 8 second raps as the main rapper of the group. That doesnt mean I want Lisa to not rap or to Jisoo not to sing, as many will say bc apparently thatâs what people hear when we say main rapper who trained for 6 years to be a main rapper should rap on at least most title tracks even if not on all songs.
But yeah, thatâs it. Besides the unfortunate final note, I loved The Album and now Blackpink itâs my second most listened artist of all time. They were top 13 before the album.
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46. Part 4
Putting my suit jacket on, I best be getting ready to leave the office earlier then I thought âyou love your suits, like when I saw your closet I saw nothing but that, and I have noticed you have put them in alphabetical order, ok I was snooping and then I noticed that you have put this from Armani to whatever at the end, oh my god. Are you really like this? And you have colour coordinated your watches? Maurice what the hell?â I canât stop laughing to myself, Robyn has just noticed this behaviour âdid you not see my jeans and tees? All coordinated too, itâs the first sign of a killâ looking behind me âyou knowâ Robyn looks so concerned, I sniggered going back to fixing my cufflinks âseriously? You have done it to all of your clothing? Maurice, what the hell? Why have I never noticed thisâ I laughed, I have to laugh because she looks so confused âlike you said, I have never really moved in with you, well you are nowâ turning around âbut that behaviour is weird, like why?â Robyn is funny âbecause if I feel like I want to wear a Dior suit, I pick it out, if I want an Armani, I get that. Whatever, itâs there. Did you see how beautiful the colours are? From the darkest blacks to the whitest white?â Robynâ mouth fell open âyou are a killer, you are right? Oh my god, so this is actually the first time we are moving in and you are moving in with me, I knew you never did last time. I am going to start to find out that you are weirdâ grabbing my phone from the desk âwait till you see my sex dungeonâ I winked âoh go away, you ainât no Christian Grey, go away!â she pointed at me âI ainât that, I am better then himâ Robyn doesnât know if to be concerned or find it funny âso you have always been this way? With the coordinated closet?â nodding my head âI hate things that arenât, I think it came from Mami, she had my closet looking the best. Really tidy and neat. I am not saying youâre a mess, your closet looks nice. I mean I suppose I did change over some heels, they wasnât looking in the right order but I just like to walk in and see it. Mami always said go and pick out what you feel first, then your colour. Then it will make you feel empowered throughout the day. She said that to my dad actually, I walked in and she was smoothing down his shirt and she said those very words to himâ Robyn let an oh âdidnât you as a child think, mommy is in Texas?â shaking my head âI felt hate towards her, she wanted me there so yeah but there you go. We all learn something new about each otherâ flicking away a piece of lint on my suit jacket.
Holding the door open so Robyn can leave first âsorry to break up you two lovebirds but we need to goâ walking out behind Robyn âbe quiet, see what I mean. He is an office gossip, he loves to know about everyoneâ Ally pointed at me âoh be quiet, so have you two got a date tonight?â Jay busted out laughing âyou proved her point my nigga, but yeah we doâ I knew it âalso Ally, why the hell canât Robyn just come down? Why is she having to constantly contact?â Ally laughed âthis your hotel, work it out yourself. My god, so Robyn when you come in. Just come into the elevator and come down, Maurice here needs give you a keycard but he is too lazy to do it so he is asking me. Maurice you need to go to the front desk, get Robyn a card. This is him, donât let him make you think itâs anyone elseâ Ally is getting me back âI believe her Mauriceâ I just laughed âbut then if I was cheating least I would know before she comesâ Robynâ mouth fell open âreally? After your reputation you are saying that to me?â I chuckled âRobyn, I am joking. Come on, I will get you a card now. I am sorryâ Jay shook his head at me âyour mouth gets you in troubleâ Jay pointed at me âshe already thinks I am a killer, now a cheater. She doesnât approve of my coordinated behaviourâ Robyn is not impressed; she is walking off leaving me here.
Stepping off of the elevator âRobyn, Bonita?â Robyn looked at me but she is annoyed âI was joking, it was a joke. Come, I will do it. Itâs nothing to me. I was just being lazy, I have no secretsâ walking over to the front desk âbut Ally said it was youâ Robyn said âI was being lazy, like for Ally to do my shit that is all. No secrets here, I didnât even know you was here when you came into my office then I saw youâ Robyn side eyed me âstill think youâre a killerâ I chuckled âI do believe youâ I knew she would, I mean I have nothing to hide âafternoon ladiesâ I said âafternoon Mauriceâ they look like they was having a gossip âI just want to promote my other half Robyn, when she comes donât allow her to come inâ Robyn straight slapped my arm âouch! I am jokingâ I laughed âit was a joke, this is my fiancĂ© and ok I own the hotels but I have never had to get a card for anyone, I need Robyn to have a card to the buildingâ I donât know much âoh itâs ok I will do that for youâ the rest of the ladies dispersed, I guess to look busy. Looking at her name tag âthank you Rachelâ I added her name, act like I know who works here âso you have never requested this before?â Robyn asked âno, why would I?â turning to Robyn ânot even, you know. Noamiâ she said in a whisper âno, never. You are the first, so this card you can use on any of my hotels, you can access any floor. You have the power my queenâ Robyn blushed looking away from me âaww, how adorableâ pinching her cheek âget offâ she hit my hand away âsorry did you say Robyn?â Rachel asked âyes, Robyn Davenportâ might as well add the Davenport part âthat is great, I wonât be a moment sirâ nodding my head ânow from one to ten, how special do you feel?â crossing my arms across my chest âmhmm a fiveâ she is being a drama queen âsee I know youâre lying from the smirk on your face, youâre annoyingâ she is stood there saying five âok, I am joking. I do feel pretty special now to know that I am the first to get this, you do love me a lot donât youâ nodding my head grinning, Robyn gripped my chin and pulled me down to kiss my lips âand you know what, that sex room doesnât sound like a bad ideaâ she touched the tip of my nose as I moved back âkinky huhâ I smirked âsir, I have got the card. It is linked to Robyn now, so we know when she has come in if anything was to happen, as you knowâ reaching over grabbing the card âthank you, Robyn this is swiped, everytjne you access thingsâ Robyn snatched the card from me âbe quiet, but thank you pootieâ I shushed Robyn âI am at work, come on nowâ she canât be saying that out loud with my work colleagues around.
âI still find it stupid that you have stairs outside the hotel, who do you think you areâ Robyn said, she is such a hater âI want us to look better then the rest, how about that?â watching the ticket guy walk away from Robynâ car ânot youâ I said to him âmove it!â he spat âwhatever, Robyn you got a ticket. Why did you park here?â she parked right in front of this place âwhere else do I go!?â I am going to blame Jay âJay, you should have used the car park under the hotel. Itâs easierâ let me blame him instead of Robyn âhuh? But she parked the car?â nodding my head âI see that because I can imagine she got fined for that terrible parking tooâ Robyn mean mugged me âwell anyways, you better pay thatâ shaking my head saying âor my husband can pay!â Robyn shouted, ânow you get Reign out of that stroller and you put her in the car seat, I am going to sit inside my carâ Robyn walked off âhired!â I spat, now Robyn wants me to do this âJay, do this?â I pointed âme? You did this, you are on some troll level moodâ nodding my head âwell next time, can you please just use the underground car park, park in my spot. I donât use itâ Jay saluted me âbut you are doing thisâ he pointed, why the hell am I being left with this.
I hissed in pain; my finger got trapped in that fucking stroller. Climbing into the Range Rover âoh wow, look at my driver. Isnât she beautifulâ closing the car door behind me âwith how long you took I could have got another ticketâ look at Robyn trying to be funny âwell it didnât happen, now you just pay for that ticket ok?â Robyn smirked âon your card I will be, this is your fault not mine. I came here for youâ I shrugged âand I said what I said woman, now donât kill us and driveâ putting my belt on âI enjoy driving you around, I did that in California. Donât worry I wouldnât kill you because Reign is in the carâ I laughed out loud âmake sure you continue to coordinate my clothes ok?â I love to see my woman drive me around, I donât care âuh no, I was scared when I saw it. I did not expect that at all, butâ Robyn paused âNew York traffic is terrible so yeah but least I know that you are very neat, can you arrange my dresses too?â rubbing my head smiling wide âuhm, perhaps. We can do that if you want. Me and you? I enjoy sorting things out, I mean you think itâs weird, but I find it fun and calming to my nervesâ Robyn snorted laughing âcalming to my nerves? Negro please, I swear I am marrying a murdererâ she keeps saying that to me, but I find it amusing âenough about your weird ways, Jay. Tell us? How is things, do you like Ally?â Robyn asked, looking over at Robyn. To watch Robyn in her zone, just driving, taking lead. Itâs rather kinky, I love it when she takes lead in the bedroom too âI like what I see Robyn, I think she is a decent girl. And I respect Maurice a lot, he stepped up and he told me the faults he did and told me what happened, everything is in the open, so I am happy. I think she will be a great addition to my life, I canât wait to take her out and get a real feel for her. I think it will be good for us, she will be around for me and my job because she will be with you and Robyn, itâs good. Thank youâ I smiled wide, I did well. I wanted Ally to find a man âI like what I hear, and I am proud of Maurice Jay. Look at him he has grownâ I am happy to hear that âaww Robyn, thank youâ she has seen my changes.
Reign is the grumpiest little girl, just seeing her in the car seat she is mean mugging me âReign-Texas, you are going to see your day care, at least smile?â she stifled out a yawn and stretched her little arms out âare you going to pick her up? We wonât be there for long?â nodding my head, I will just hold her. Unbuckling her out of the car seat âJay, you can stay here. I donât want to overwhelm them with the bodyguardâ picking Reign out âMi Amor, I missed youâ pressing a kiss to her cheek âI love youâ stepping back as Jay closed the car door for me âcool, I will wait here. Give us a smile now Reign?â she just stared at him as I made my way to the day care, it looks nice from the outside. I want to know what I am doing for Reign is the best, I can see it is the best from the outside. Standing at the side of Robyn âthey are buzzing us inâ Robyn said as she started to fix Reignâ dress âlook at her, she is not well at allâ I can tell she isnât, I donât like it âhello, hiâ the door opened âI am Thelma, please come inâ she looks like a sweet middle aged black lady, she seems so sweet âwelcomeâ walking inside the building behind Robyn âaww I am Thelma, I work in the infant classroom. I will be working directly with Reign, and you must be Robynâ she held her hand out to Robyn âyes, nice to meet you Thelmaâ she looked at me âI am Mauriceâ shaking her hand ânice to meet you Maurice, and this is Reign? Isnât she the cutest thingâ Reign is not here for it, she clung onto me âshe has just started to teeth today, so she is moody but on a regular day she is so joyfulâ Robyn explained âI understand, she is not happy at all. But come on, we can go and see the room where little Reign will hopefully beâ she seems so nice this lady.
Reign lifted her head up, seeing a room with other babies âso Thelma, do you work with a lot of babies? Or you have personal time, I see there is a few of youâ I need to know my daughter will get the best attention âI will be the one, me or Jacqueline. Are going to be working closely with Reign. We prefer to not have the room so busy of kids, so they get the freedom but also enough kids to get Reign used to when she goes to the Toddler room, we donât accept every child that comes through the doors, they all have a name behind them but she will be used to other children. Here we do six things, and the core of those things are Care, Language, Art, Science, Math, Well aware and toward a better world. Babies are so clever, they pick up on everything if you give them the chance too, here we will give them those cores to work with to grow. Some are walking crawling, and some are just newborns, what stage is Reign at the moment?â Thelma asked âshe is standing when she gets the chance, but she gets into the crawling position but doesnât do it. My mother in law thinks she will walk before she crawlsâ I said âthat can happen, itâs normal. She is skipping the normal and doing something differentâ Reign is just looking around; she is so quiet though. She seems to be thinking why is there other children around, to see kids about Reignâ age walking is amazing they are fast paced, maybe Reign gets spoilt with everyone constantly picking her up. Taking Reignâ pacifier out âgoing back to what you meant, you said you take kids by their name background. How do you know Robynâ?â I have to ask, âthe receptionist took the call said Robyn Davenport and we knew, I mean who doesnât know?â I chuckled âso itâs only the rich you take in?â Thelma laughed âI suppose, itâs private childcare and itâs expensive, as you can see we give them a lot of attention, more then what they would get in a regular day careâ nodding my head âplease take a look around, get a feel for the placeâ looking at Reign, I hate that my daughter is not being herself right now.
Some real cute kids just running around, I donât know why but I find the girl so cute in their little dresses just running around. Unbuttoning my suit jacket âMaurice is the fussy one, he will be the one to take it bad when dropping her off, so I am going to let him take it in. I mean I do feel it but I leave it to him to cause the issues, I do feel bad with leaving her here. I work as a trauma surgeon and there is a point where he is working and so am I, we just need to have Reign somewhere safe and I think day care is the best optionâ looking behind me at Robyn saying that, she knows damn well I would never leave my daughter anywhere she is not happy with. Crouching down with Reign, placing Reign on my knee âMi Amor, look at thisâ reaching over and pulling the walker closer âlook at all these buttonsâ pushing one of them at the front of the walker and made a noise âoh wow, you hear that?â turning the walker around to face us âBebĂ©, no tengas miedo, es divertido. Itâs okâ placing Reign infront of the walker âplace your hands here, itâs ok, papa is here for youâ moving my hands away from Reign, she is holding her own âoh wow, arenât you a big girlâ I want Reign to scream at me and tell me something is wrong, she is not speaking to me at all. Reign moved one of her hands and lifted it up, holding my hand out âwhat is wrong?â she held my hand âyou want to come to papa?â she let go of the walker and I held her âawww no, what is it?â seeing this little girl that can fully walk come over closer to us âshe is wanting the walker, she heard the noise and now she came hereâ one of the workers said âoh, is that wayâ I laughed âis that why you came here Reign, she is nice. She is coming to play that is itâ Reign turned her head into me âstop that Mi Amorâ that little girl came over to us, turning Reign away from me âhelloâ I smiled at her, she seems intrigued by Reign, for a white girl she is cute âare you not going to say Hi Kady?â the lady said behind her âlookâ she pointed at Reign âyes I know Kady, she is newâ that is so adorable the way she said look, Reign is not feeling this at all. She walked closer to us âshe is very nosey, she likes to see what everyone is doingâ I smiled âyeah, Reign is usually in a better mood but she is teething so she is not happy but she would be the sameâ the little girl touched Reignâ bracelet but Reign did not like it at all âstop being like thisâ I laughed at Reign attacking me to hold her which made the little girl cry also âmy badâ I said, Reign is such a brat.
Robyn is laughing at me and I donât see the funny side to things âwhat?â I said ânothing, I just find it cute to see you with other kids, least I know you will make a good dad to all of our kidsâ I laughed âI guess, she is so miserable, what you think then?â I asked âI like it, itâs not too many kids either. I like that she has a personal experience with someone, but what do you think?â nodding my head looking around âI think itâs ok but that donât mean I wonât be sad when I leave her, if she is like thisâ Reign leaned over to Robyn âaww come here, you must be hungry too. Letâs go, she needs feeding tooâ nodding my head, waving over Thelma âwhy donât you just go over to her?â shaking my head, she can walk here, forget that âhi, so what do you think? Are you happy with it?â Thelma asked âI am pleased, I am more then happy to pay any price for my daughter to have that one to one attention, but I am happy. It will be something I wantâ looking around âyeah I doâ I added, I moved back a little âwoahâ looking down and seeing that little girl run at me and grabbing my leg âKady, stop that nowâ looking down at her, she laughed, she finds it hilarious âI am sorry, come on now. Leave him aloneâ does she think I am her dad âitâs fine, she is cuteâ she finally let my leg go âdoesnât matter the age, all the girls love you huh?â Robyn said which made me laugh âwhatever, letâs goâ I donât know, I guess I am a good dad and she saw it, she liked my vibe.
We went to go and have some food out, also Reign can be fed. Smiling at my daughter, she is so excited to eat but she is making a mess and Robyn is getting annoyed with her âso you want the latest?â I said to Robyn âwhat is that, Reign. Let me feed you, no hands in mouth girlâ my daughter is something else âthe world loves us, as a couple. My publicist wants us to do more, she wants to be on social media more, more photos of us. I mean they would like you to have a publicist and I said well you donât know Robyn then do you, you ainât about thatâ I know my Bonita âyeah sure, I only post you on special occasions or if I want something, like you know itâs for the gramâ Robyn winked at me, mean mugging her âfor the gram?â Jay repeated âOh ignore Robyn, she is being deluded. After that black card itâs a done deal, ainât shit for the gramâ Robyn laughed, her laugh annoyed me. This is not funny âI will remove you, just like thatâ I clicked my fingers âand I can throw you out of the home just like thatâ she clicked her fingers also âI will ring Marquis, he will kick you outâ Robyn stuck her tongue out at me âwow, using my dad huh? You donât even like that niggaâ kissing my teeth âyou damn right but he will listen to meâ Robyn is not shit âyou know what, go back to work. Jay, ignore Robyn. Nothing is for the gram; this shit is real. So real but she is being deluded, itâs ok I understandâ Robyn canât stop laughing âyou are getting so uptight, Maurice Davenport. Calm down, you are worse than Reign. Are you teething too?â she be annoying me so much âyou are annoying, shit ainât for the gram, itâs realâ Robyn cooed out âsure babyâ let me ignore her, I canât be bothered to hear Robyn talking now âI know Reign, daddy is getting all angry with me. He needs to save it for the bedroomâ Jay is laughing, he shouldnât be laughing âmhmm anyways, can you come Atlanta with me. What it is when I was taking over Hilton they were building a hotel there which stopped and then I took over, so itâs like my first Hilton-Davenport hotel to open. Itâs an exciting thing for me, for us. They want family to be there so you, Reign and me together. I am telling you that people love us, so my publicist wants me to see if you can, work around you? If you want to come that is, seeing as you are in the mood to annoy and upset meâ Robyn chuckled âwhy are you acting like we BeyoncĂ© and Jay Z?â Raising an eyebrow â Babygirl, tu hombre es mĂĄs rico que Ă©l, y tĂș tambiĂ©n eres mĂĄs rico que Ă©l, y ahora quĂ©?â I said, Robyn looked taken aback, I said it with so much passion and she is looking at me in shock âyou know that is my weakness, and what did you say?â licking my lips laughing âI said, your man is richer than him, and you are also richer than him, and now what? Just catch me on Forbes, we ainât no Bey and Jay, speaking of himâ itâs like he sensed I was speaking on him âbroke nigga hotlineâ I answered, Shawn laughed out âyou asking for a beating nigga, I opened the picture like what!?â he going to hate my ass.
Disconnecting the call âso you for real richer than them two?â Robyn asked, nodding my head âyeah, I just be playing with him though. So, he was asking, he needs to meet with you. Get the clubs going, so text himâ Robyn pointed at herself âhuh?â she is confused âtext him, book in a time. You do it, I am not coming with you. You need to do itâ Robynâ mouth fell open âwait, I am not getting this. You want me to what?â she is so annoying âtext Jay to book in a meeting, stop playingâ Robyn waved me off âdo it, I will send you his number. He is your business partner. I donât want to know, if you need advice then I am around but you will be fine. Just text him so about the Atlanta, you coming? Look if my publicist is saying we good then we good, and I would like my family there. I didnât want to go but she said it will look good for us, you never know you might be on the Real Housewives of New York soonâ Robyn shook her head laughing âbe quiet, well I am off this weekend so if you could then. I am happy for you Maurice, like super proud of you. I told you to take what is yours and you are. I love you pootieâ she makes me smile so much âfor you, we can pick out a car too. Stick with one car, there is nowhere to really park so many. We will build a house in Texas too for usâ Robyn sighed out âbaby, I rather you build a home for people who need it, that would make me happyâ I be forgetting about that Davenport program âanything for you and grumpyâ Reign is just grumpy as shit âwe will get you something for those gums grandmaâ Reign turned away, she does not want to hear me right now.
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Strangers ch. 37
You finally bite backâ and walk in on Yoongi.
Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader
Word count: 1.5k
Genre: fluff, angst
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You shrug on your coat, beyond relieved to be able to wear your layers again. Commercial filming is done for the dayâ you only have to show up tomorrow morning and hopefully be done in a few hours. God, you were cold, so cold, and tense. Your phobia has been messing with your head and keeping you on edge, and youâre so fucking angry that youâve let yourself become weak. Youâre a liar; youâve always managed to bullshit your way around weaknesses. Letting a fear so illogical disrupt your life? You hate it. Itâs pathetic.
Your phone buzzes as you wait inside the studio for Lisa to pick you up, and you check itâ it might be Yoongi, and you could use a mood booster.
@captainkookie21: lol @yourname is such a royal bitch, amirite??
Ah, yes. Of course. Of course, why would it be Yoongi, when youâve got such merciless hatred to keep you constant company? Why would it ever be Yoongi? Youâre just friends, itâs not like he caresâ why should he care? Youâre typing before you realize it; youâre sick of taking all this shit.
@yourname: @captainkookie21 royal is right sweetie Iâm such a queen <3 glad u at least know my name tho since I sure donât know yours ;)
You send the tweet and shove your phone in your purse. The anger inside you has been temporarily assuaged, but you can still feel it bubbling beneath your skin. Youâre pathetic, youâre weak, youâre a liar, and everyone hates you. Youâve spent so long in despairâ god, when will you ever just get a break? Why canât something just go right?
Your phone rings, and the caller ID tells you itâs your best friend.
âLisa? Are you outside?â
âHey girl! Sorry, Iâm calling to tell you I canât make itâ an assignment I forgot about came up in class and I gotta pull an all-nighter to get it finished. Iâm really sorry! Call a car back to yours, okay? Love you, mwah!â
You grit your teeth and sigh. You need to go home and watch YouTube until your eyes bleed. Usually when you needed cheering up youâd watch BTS crack videos or Run episodes, but even that seems wrong now that you know them for real.
Whatever. You take an Uber home and fall onto your bed. Maybe youâll actually fall asleep early for once once.
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@kceleb-updates: NEW! #MoonOverTheSeaâs @yourname was criticized for replying to a Netizen antiâs tweet! Y/nâs had lots of controversy since becoming @BTS_twtâs #SUGAâs girlfriend. Stay tuned!
Hoseok sits back with a sigh. âShe really canât go a day without sparking some argument or another.â
âItâs not her fault,â Yoongi growls, scribbling rapidly in a beat-up notebook.
âShe couldâve left well enough alone. After dealing with those haters for so long, I thought she knew that by now.â
âItâs only gotten worse since they made us pretend to date. I still donât know why Manager-nim thought it would be a good idea.â
âHyung, if you didnât have the dating excuse to be together, they wouldâve slut-shamed her or called her a social climber for being out with you at night anyways. The photo, remember?â Hoseok shrugs, sprawled on the bed of their Japanese hotel room. âFace itâ thereâs no winning when sheâs associated with us; theyâre always going to compare her to you.â
âUgh! I shouldâveâ done something, I shouldâve said something! Hobi, she was put in danger because of me!â Yoongi still doesnât look up, only gripping his pen tighter. âShe keeps saying sheâs fine but sheâs not, and I know sheâs strongâ stronger than I was, than I could ever beâ but she was hurt, nearly killed, and sheâs fucking traumatized because of it. Because of me.â
âQuit beating yourself up, Yoongi hyung. Y/n is a grown woman and sheâs making her own choices. Sheâs trying to protect youâ havenât you noticed? Jeez, she probably knew this was how youâd reactâ no wonder she kept it a secret.â
âI donât need protecting anymore.â
âNeither does she.â
âBut the hatersââ
âSo do something about them then. Y/n already has,â Hobi nods at his phone. âWhat are you going to do?â
Yoongi stares at his notebook. âWhat I do best.â
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âY/n, please, darling, donât make me beg! Câmon, eyes closed, you donât even have to kiss his cheek, just get closer to him.â
You swallow nervously and nod, before taking a breath and leaning forward, your lips barely brushing Wonhoâs smooth skin.
âPerfect⊠trail your hand down his neck, thatâs it⊠Wonho, give me a lip bite, look right into the cameraâ yes, exactly! Weâll have the music swell, and add the voiceover right here. And⊠cut! I think thatâs our take!â The staff applauds as the director calls out the end of the commercial shoot. You grin inwardlyâ if you hurry, you can make it to the boysâ apartment for dinner.
Wonho extends a hand as you leave the set. âIt was nice working with you, y/n. I hope to see you around sometime.â
You smile and shake his hand. Wonho had really been the best part of this freezing, somewhat demeaning endeavor. âSame, it was a good experience. Iâm sure weâll run into each other again.â
Lisa hasnât texted since yesterday, so you figure sheâs still working on the assignment. So much for no more rideshare apps, you think dryly as youâre dropped off a few blocks from the boysâ place. You canât wait to surprise them, and itâll be a good chance to ask Jimin for another video for Lisa.
You pull your hood up to cover your hairâ bundled in all your layers, and with the sunsetâs last breath settling over the city, the crowd of ARMYs clustered around the building ignore you easily. You slip into the side door using the spare key Yoongi lent you when you stayed with them and tiptoe up the stairs.
Holding back a giggle, you knock on the door to the apartment, and⊠nothing. No one answers. You knock harderâ still nothing. Maybe theyâre watching a movie? Or was their flight delayed? Yoongi said everyone would be back by Saturday evening and they have a private jet anyways, so they should be home.
You try the door and find it unlocked. Huh. Itâs not trespassing if youâre their friend, right?
Tentatively you enter the house. âGuysâŠ?â It feels eerily emptyâ maybe their flight was delayed. No, wait! You hear a voice, and music coming from down the hall. Are they recording? Youâve never been into any of their studios, but youâve seen enough pictures online to know all about them.
Maybe you should leave. Youâre about to turn around when you hear a muffled, yet familiar voice.
âSo when thereâs someone new⊠no, thatâs not it.â
Well, at least you know your Yoongi is home. You quietly pad closer to the famed Genius Studioâ Youâre just curious, like any fan would be. Youâre about to knock on the door when you hear something that stops you cold.
âUghâ y/n!â
You practically jump out of your skin. Wait, what? Does he know Iâm here? How? Your every drop of blood turns to ice and you back away from the door in case it swings open. Instead, Yoongi only continues; perhaps heâs talking to himself?
âOkay, okay. Trying again. This is take, uh⊠sixteen? Seventeen? Aish, who cares. Câmon, Agust, gotta get it right.â Yoongiâs muffled voice shifts in tone as a beat starts, and you can see Agust D in your mindâs eye when he begins to rap:
âHereâs someone new, a challenger to drown and rue, but think about it, mull it over, sheâll talk until youâre drop-dead sober, dock some points, youâre so below her, do your best to fucking loathe her, love her, think yourself so much above herââ
You feel half-hypnotized. Her? Whoâs her? Maybe you should knock, it almost feels too personal, too intimate to overhear but you canât interrupt, not nowâ
âSheâs stronger than Iâll ever be, so if youâre gonna hate, hate me.â
If Yoongi keeps executing these perfect rhythmic shifts and internal rhymes you might be in serious danger of falling in love with him for real.
âCalling people snakes on a verbal kill spree only exacerbates the pain, trapping us in our brains, until thereâs one way out, goddamn.â
âBeautiful,â you whisper, barely noticing that youâve spoken aloud. Yoongiâs words, his raps, his poetry⊠itâs beautiful. Youâre entranced to the point that you donât notice the beat has stopped.
âDid you say something, Jimin-ssi?â Yoongi calls from inside his studio.
Oh shi-
The door swings open before you can react and Yoongi steps out. His expression is relaxed, unguarded... until he catches sight of you.
âY-Y/n?â
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, lovelies! Hope you enjoyed <3 As always, thanks for reading, and please donât forget to like, comment, and reblog!
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âł rating: M
âł genre: romance, angst, dry humor, smut, undergroundrapper!yoongi (donât be fooled, yoongi is a soft lover in this), one-shot (divided for the sake of a functioning mobile tumblr)
âł pairing: yoongi x reader
âł parts: 1 | 2 | 3
âł word count:Â 2.8k
âłÂ a/n: hereâs the first part! second part comes tmro, and third comes the next day, both releasing at 10PM PST! please look forward to them heehehehe.Â
this part does not contain smut, only light swearing and maybe some sensual themes? i donât remember lol. itâs also not very edited hehe iâll come back to it.
*each squiggly divider represents a flashback, straight divider represents current time*
Yoongi preferred the heat set to exactly eighty degrees Fahrenheit, which was utterly ridiculous. It caused you to toss and turn in a pool of unattractive, and possibly foul-smelling, sweat all throughout the night. Even more so, he trapped you with his own limbs, protecting you like that stupid dog from Tom and Jerry protected that awfully large and awfully raw steak. Youâve fallen in and out of consciousness because of it, surely waking up every thirty minutes while the man slept like a log.
But it was wonderful.
You open your eyes for the umpteenth time, assuring heâs still attached to the hip and planting a kiss on his forehead sleepily. What a dream it would be to stay like this forever, you think, tossing the idea away as quickly as it came. It was punishing as is and you dare not tie the noose around your own neck.
You scan the room, curtains drawn closed and tv silently flicking through commercials, casting a dim width of light onto the bed. It must still be pretty early in the morning, you assume, a bittersweet realization.
Enjoy the moment, you correct yourself, be happy that you were able to have this. So you peer down at him through foggy vision, his eyes closed and mean, twitching a bit enough that you suppose heâs dreaming of something himself. Nudging your face into his hair, which smelled faintly of smoke and peaches, you force yourself back into slumber.
For the first time tonight, you sleep deeply.
Wondering how the hell anyone was permitted admission after the venue breached occupancy threefold, you rub at the aching spot of your ribs that your neighbor unintentionally keeps jabbing. You attempt to peer over the sea of heads anyway, looking for that goddamned girl that dragged you here in the first place. Where was she? Why was she so short? Why did you wear heels to a concert?
Never did you suspect you would be pushed against barricade at 11PM on a Thursday, waiting for an artist you have never heard. The sweat that accumulates, quite frankly, everywhere was probably starting to stain your clothes at this point. The beauty of public outings.
âY/N! Y/N! Right here!â screams the woman of your nightmares, waving maniacally more towards the middle of the crowd than you but nevertheless farther than you would like to travel in this density. You make your trek, apologizing profusely as full-grown adults glare at you for moving, oh help them all.
âI will have your head for this,â you yell into her ear, gripping the divider to ease the stinging pain stemming from your toes.
âLighten up, youâre at a concert that you got into for free, for heavenâs sake,â Chungha pouts, bopping her head happily to whatever DJ was opening for her beloved. âI think youâll like these guys, anyway. Really good rappers, up-and-coming and all that good stuff.â
âYeah, if they even show up. This poor dude has been playing for over an hour. Do you suppose his fingers hurt from pressing all those buttons?â She rolls her eyes in a way that says, please stop already. You really just want to know.
If this DJ had any influence of what the main act would be, you would rather just leave, plain and simple. This wasnât really your thing in the first place, Overwatch and Red Dead Redemption (not one, but TWO!) sounding much more appealing than listening to EDMâs Worst Hits. But Chungha was a sweetheart who youâd marry in an instant, and when she asked you to come and claimed she already got you a ticket because she knew you couldnât possibly say no to her, well, you couldnât possibly say no to her.
You even dressed up for the occasion, a mix of Instagram baddie and Tumblr aesthetic (a sum of words youâd never like to use again) smooshed into one oddly cute outfit, if you did say so yourself.
It wasnât worth your time.
But then the music starts changing pace, lights changing colors and dimming and smoke machines going ham and you suppose itâs finally starting. Three men walk out, one with orange hair and a long but pretty nose, heart mouth showcasing the straightest teeth youâve ever seen on a human being, the second slightly shorter, bleached hair styled messily and the hand holding his mic covered in rings, the final with a smirking dimple, leading them out and hyping up the crowd with a few welcoming words that you donât quite make out.
âThereâs three,â you state dumbly.
âGreat job counting! Remind me to give you a cookie later,â Chungha retorts halfheartedly, much more intrigued by seeing these men in person, âThe guy in front is RM, heâs their leader. Blonde is Suga. J-Hope is the sexy oneâHOSEOK OPPA!â She screams as if sheâs been struck with a spatula, eyes wide and focusing.
You like their style, youâll give them that. RM starts the song strong, lyrics so quick and diction so clear that it sounds as if heâs rapping directly to you. They all bounce around the stage, people at barricade, including your friend, reaching out and bobbing along in synchronization. J-Hope follows suit, stage presence oddly intimidating and seductive concurrently, his body more fluid and powerful than any dancer youâve seen before. You can see why he would be the ladiesâ man, lying to yourself if you said your eyes havenât focused on his hips more often than not.
And without warning, Suga bursts into his own lines, atmosphere changing almost immediately when he brings the mic to his mouth. Itâs hypnotic, his words continuously stringing out without break, without a single beat missed. You watch in fear. As the crowd around you screams and attempts to chime in, Suga steps closer and closer to them, squatting down right in front of where you stand and finishing his part with a deep, breathy note. He sits there as both men and women (and Chunga) paw at him and for the smallest of moments, do you think, his eyes lock on you.
It sets you on fire.
Yoongi always made it a point to study the faces of his fans out of appreciation. It would be foolish to say heâd be able to recognize each and every person heâs ever encountered, but he knows you were one to sketch into the archives of his mind. It doesnât help that you are the only one, mouth slightly agape and teeth biting the inside of your cheek, completely still and studying. For the first time in a while, he feels intimidated; self-conscious even. More than a listener amongst the energetic mob, you look more like a critic.
It makes him shiver.
I would be his groupie in a heartbeat, you think, no doubt that he too is infamous around women wherever he goes. Whatever the matter, seeing this enigma of a man was worth your whole nightâs experience.
I love, I love, I love myself! The audience screams, bass intensifying as the other two reach for water bottles propped on the stage. I love, I love, I love myself!
J-Hope throws in some ad-libs, sipping from his water before chucking the lid entirely, Namjoon putting a hand to his ear to egg everyone on and holding his own water above. You still stand in place, astonished how ethereal someone can look on stage and you instantaneously understand why people barricade. Suga catches you again, still squatted in the same position, possibly too lazy to get a water for himself but lets his brothers do what they must, and grins subtly.
You must look absolutely moronic gaping at this man, tongue-in-cheek impressed and hands barely gripped around the bars while everyone else around strains to be closer to the stars of the night.
I love, I love, I love myself! Yâall player hater, you should love yourself!
And thatâs when you getâat least, half of a water bottleâs worth of water thrown at your direction. Right in front of the newfound man of your dreams. Everyone else screams madly, acting like these gods have blessed their parched souls with water after days on end, while you now look a little like a wet dog dressed in a hoochie skirt. You shrug, wiping at whatever was worth attempting to dry and thanking the gods that your makeup wasnât running.
âOh my god, your shirt is soaked!â Chungha lately notices, head whipping back and forth from the boys to you, back to the boys just in case she was missing something important.
âI would sell myself for that man,â you deadpan, not even blinking towards her.
âSuga? I bet he would accept if you managed to offer it to him.â
âI would easily give him all of the money in my savings right now.â
âYou donât have a savings. Pay attention.â
So you did.
You relished in every part Suga had, finally gathering up enough brain cells to at least rock with everyone else. Every song was like a lucid dream, the concert high really resonating with you. Either that, or you were literally high off of how much smoke there was. Gotta love rap concerts.
Perhaps it was the luck of the opening song, but Suga didnât make eye contact with you again, a beaten disappointment gurgling in your stomach. But instead of behaving as a kicked puppy and moping about losing every possible chance that the blonde devil would bring you atop the stage and dedicate his serenade of sorts strictly to your face in front of hundreds of people--well, the chances were nearly zero. We're not all winners.
Suga continues on, trying not to focus on the girl with the sharp eyes that makes him clammy to the point where his throat threatens to constrict on him, which isn't optimal. He finishes song after song with his brothers, taking long enough breaks in between to catch his breath and focus on the bigger picture: that there was an entire crowd to please and not just you. Besides, there would always be a pretty or handsome face no matter where he went, he was Suga, goddammit, he wasn't a high school horndog ready to pounce on every intriguing entity he just casually glanced at. That role was a style more befitting for his brothers.
 Upon your cognizance that this group was downright brilliant, the concert ends much sooner than you would have liked it. And just like that, the three send their love and are ushered behind the stage. It takes a while for the swarm to dissipate, interlacing your fingers with Chungha's to insure you don't lose her again.
 "So, I take it you liked them," she giggles, forehead sheen with sweat because holy shit it's so fucking hot in here.
"They are really... talented. I award proper recognition when it's truly deserved." Tired of waiting, you practically shove your way past the bodies, dragging your poor friend behind you and bee-lining for the entrance.
"Wait! Do you want to get merch?" You twitch your nose, not entirely opposing the idea.
"Are you sure you don't want to just hop in? I'll pay for you!" Chungha cries, halfway into her Uber.
"Sis, I live down the street, I promise I'll be fine. I'll call you when I get home."
"That's so far!"
"I'm walking away now. Go home."
She harrumphs once for effect before waving goodbye, Prius soundlessly whooshing away while your best friend sticks her tongue out at you in the back window. You laugh at her foolishness before spinning on your heel and making your way.
It was just the right amount of chilly, breeze cooling you down a notch. You bet your ass you would remember this night forever, writing a mental note to check out the group on every social platform there was when you got home.
 You skirt down a corner of the building, aiming for the route of your apartment--or, at least, where you think it is? "Sense of direction" surely wasn't the best trait on your resume. Walking down the dim street, you notice a few trickling souls walking in and out of the building, probably help from the venue closing up. It's when you see Suga, attempting to light his cigarette and leaning against a black van that you stop like a deer in headlights.
"Suga!" you point and exclaim like a child.
"... Wanna say that any louder, toots?" He chuckles, though, seemingly pleased rather than offended. He scoffs at his empty lighter, tucking the thing in his pocket and leaving his cigarette unlit on his lips.
"S-Sorry. My bad. Do you, uh, need a light?" you offer apologetically, digging through your purse to grab your lucky lighter, an embarrassing bright pink thing with Betty Boop floating in the middle.
"Thanks," he smiles, grabbing the lighter from your hand and flicking it to life as he takes a drag. "Do you smoke?"
"Not cigarettes. Honestly, I already regret offering that to you. That's a bad habit to kick," you sigh, taking it back when he hands it to you.
"Don't I know it." He glances up at your face when he returns your lighter, showing a regretful smirk but studying your face in the process. Well, hell, if it wasn't for the barricade critic.
"I recognize you," he continues, "you were up front, right?"
"Oh, god, I can't believe you remember that."
His heart skips at the match, blowing smoke out the corner of his mouth and pushing himself off the van. "You, uh, looked unimpressed. Got me worried that I lost my game for a bit."
"No! I wasn't unimpressed at all. I'm just a new fan, I guess. My friend brought me. I think I was just in awe, if anything. I even got this hood--"
You quite literally bite your tongue, wishing you could slap your face at the outburst, realization running over you like a train.
"You got what?" he presses, a sly curiousness brimming.
"N-Nothing. You were good. That's all."
"'That's all'? Geez, you're really putting me down over here, toots." He throws the butt and stomps it out, "Those eyes of yours really made me nervous."
Your eyes? How smooth of him. "Oh, I doubt that. You seemed just fine to me."
He hesitates to respond; what exactly are you trying to get at here? Sweet and sour, he supposes. It's interesting to him compared to the countless amount of substance-less gals that suck up to him to simply suck him. New fans certainly were feisty, he supposes.
"Do you live around here?" he asks.
"Are you going to stalk me? Yes."
"Well, if I was, you probably shouldn't have said yes before I answered. But luckily, no." He sticks out his hand, clad with rings of, you're sure of, soaring prices beyond what you can imagine for jewelry, "I'm Min Yoongi. But I guess everyone kinda just calls me Suga now. You can call me Yoongi, if you'd like. Can I ask for your name?"
You take his hand softly, hoping he doesn't notice the way you shrink in it because heavens that near-zero chance of meeting Suga certainly did skyrocket. "It's Y/N."
"Mm, pretty," he comments surely. "Well, Y/N. We're actually going to be here for a while, just finished a few shows here and there and decided to take a break until we can figure out bigger plans," he's talking too much, "Anyway, would you want to hang out sometime?"
You shiver in astonishment, what was happening here? What kind of lucky star flew over your head for this? Your goosebumps had goosebumps.
"That... Yeah, that would be great! Do you... Do you want my number?"
"Would love it," he declares, taking his phone out and setting up your contact without delay.
"Do you do this much? Snag a girl's number after a show?" you joke as you type in your number. Yoongi snorts.
"Girls don't necessarily talk to me in a well-respected manner, let alone offer me a light."
"Well, don't expect that last bit anymore. Smoking really is a pet-peeve of mine," you warn. Who were you to warn him of something you didn't like? Idiot!
"Yes, ma'am. I'll shoot you a text sometime. Was nice meeting you," he says, watching you nod and smile and wave goodbye as you continue on home, Suga's name printed enormously on the back of the new sweatshirt you bought from the merch stand. He bites back a snicker, picking at the hair on his neck before walking back inside.
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