#the matching white ensemble for the whole family?? UGH

[danidrawsstuff]

i am all yours, i am unmanned i'm on all fours, willingly damned loving you's a bloodsport

pose based on that one lou//stat screenshot from 1x07 during the mardi gras party because there's a concerning overlap in my playlists for these two ships and because my fave ship trope is two men who match each other's freak so much that they cause absurd amounts of collateral damage to people around them by the mere act of being together

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[romancingromanoff]

Pride and Joy (Natasha x f!reader)

Author’s note: Pride is first and foremost a celebration we are privileged to have because of the bravery and sacrifices of so many. It was black trans women that lead the Stonewall Riots back in 1969 and yet black trans women remain some of the most vulnerable in our community. We need to step up. I’ve linked some petitions and places where you can donate at the end of this post so please, please, please, don’t ignore them.

Plot: Two gay girls head to Pride and you end up gaining some attention. Also this one is super cheesy but I’ve just got to accept that cheesy is my go-to style ugh. I also used she/her/hers pronouns for this one but if you’d like for me to do gender-neutral or use any other sort of pronouns just let me know and I’d be glad to do so :)

The cafe door swung open again and two new voices came under her radar.

“I’m telling you, every year this is THE spot to pick up cute femme girls.”

“I’m sorry, but did you miss the group of straight white frat boys obnoxiously ingesting natty light across the street?! They’re completely killing the vibe. Honestly, it should be a crime for the straights to show up here.”

���No, that’s the point,” the first person began to explain before lowering their voice to only a few notches above a whisper. “Brad and Chad over there hit on the stray femme girls with the whole ‘Oh, you just haven’t been with the right guy yet’ spiel and then try to convince them that they can change their mind. That’s when we step in, put them in their place, bruise their masculinity a bit, and ba-da-bing ba-da-boom, you’re the hero and you get to sweep her off her feet.”

“Jen, you’re a genius.”

“I know that’s what I’ve been telling you! Now buy me some iced coffee cause I’m broke.”

It was an solid plan that the pair of friends obviously didn’t want anyone else to overhear. Fortunately for them, Natasha couldn’t care less. As she continued to sit there sipping on her tea, no one would suspect that she was a former assassin casually eavesdropping into every individual conversation going on. It was technically her day off, but hey, she had time to kill while she was waiting and not much to entertain herself with. So Natasha silently applauded the two and continued on with her crossword puzzle. 

The parade wasn’t normally her scene, but the redheaded avenger knew she just couldn’t say no to her girlfriend who was ecstatic about her first Pride. 

“Nat, pleeeeeeeassee???” You had begged her all the way up till the night before to go with you. “I was kidding with the matching shirts. You don’t have to wear it, just please come.”

“Fine,” she gave in with a playful roll of her eyes. “But just so you know, it’s going to be crowded, loud, and you’re going to get pretty sweaty. I know you want to wear those rainbow slip-ons Bucky got you for Christmas but please don’t. They offer zero support for your arches.”

Natasha then continued to lecture you on safety 101. Don’t put your phone in your back pocket, blah blah, don’t wear a backpack, blah blah blah. It was a lot to follow just to make sure your paranoid girlfriend didn’t have to worry about you, but you knew it was all out of love. Unfortunately, the one thing you’d forgotten about before leaving the house was going to the bathroom, which is why the two of you had made a pitstop at a small corner cafe.

“The girl who just came out of the bathroom,” the voice that belonged to Jen almost caused Natasha to jolt. “See what I mean?”

“Yeah, she’s cute,” the other one woefully confirmed that they were, indeed, talking about her girlfriend.

You were dressed down in a white “Love is Love” t-shirt that sported two rainbow stick-women holding hands under a rainbow. It was supposed to go with Natasha’s matching black one but she was very against supporting capitalist corporations that sought to make money off of Pride Month merchandise. The rest of your outfit’s ensemble consisted of your favorite pair of shorts and some comfy white sneakers but the real show-stopper was your hair. It had taken hours of braiding to weave your hair so intricately into the flower crown that had taken even longer to craft. You were excited to show off your DIY project you’d had pinned on Pinterest for the last few years even if Nat hadn’t understood the hype.

“Sweetheart, you’re putting hours of work into this thing. I know you like doing it but we can just buy you one and save you the trouble.”

“That’s not the point, Nat,” you sighed never looking up from the hot glue gun you were trying to wield. “I get that I might not be super gifted when it comes to creative things like this but I’ll just feel proud of myself knowing I did it when it’s all put together.”

And right now, Natasha was really wishing she had pushed back harder and gone with the store-bought crown because you were standing there looking like a woodland fairy princess with your bubblegum lipgloss and GODDAMNIT why did her girlfriend have to be so freakin adorable all the time!?? 

You were still searching the crowd as Natasha’s blood began to boil. Jealousy urged her to march straight up to you and begin making out, claiming you as hers in front of everybody. Then the two of you would storm out of there, confront the gross heteros that would undoubtedly hit on Y/N, she’d beat them up and it’d be a solid victory for the badass super spy. A possible bonus could be that you get too frazzled and end up going home early.

But then she hesitated thinking that maybe you wouldn’t appreciate that. “No,” she thought to herself and calculated a better plan. “That’s possessive, gross, and directly from the straight male playbook. I love Y/N. I respect her. And holy fuck I guess I really am just gonna do this.”

Nat’s eyes ironically enough lit up at that same moment when you finally spotted her and waved eagerly with a giant smile on your face. She wasn’t too ecstatic about what she knew she had to do, but she knew it would make you happy.”

“Hey babe!” you greeted her with your full attention. It was clear from your demeanor that you were oblivious to the fact Jen and quite possibly many others were checking you out. “I’m ready to go now.”

“Actually, I think I might have to go too, but wait here,” Nat casually mentioned before slipping into the bathroom. That caught you off guard and you figured something was going on. Natasha never had to go to the bathroom. I mean, she did have to go, obviously, but it was never random and certainly never in public restrooms. Your anxiety began climbing as you went through all the scenarios in your head. Could it be that something was about to go down? You were sure that she had it handled but it bothered you slightly that she hadn’t told you ahead of time. Unless it was something more serious and urgent? There was that one time you two had gone on a day cruise but ended up getting airlifted out of the ocean when Nat ran into some Serbian gun traders. Your stomach was doing flips out of fear that you all might be in danger as you hesitantly knocked on the door.

“Nat, is everything okay?” you shook. “I don’t want to stress you out if you have some important stuff to do, but I am a little worried that-”

Door swung open and there she stood: Your gorgeous girlfriend, NOT suited up, but in fact wearing the matching black t-shirt.

“Seriously?! You know that you almost gave me a heart attack over here!” you half cry half beam with joy at the sight of your girlfriend laughing hysterically at you.

“I know and I’m sorry babe,” she kissed you sweetly on your forehead. “But these girls over there were checking you out and I had to make a quick change into this.”

“But you actually brought it? Sam didn’t have to do like a fly-by and drop it off to you in super stealth mode?”

Her reaction to your question was too good. “No, of course I brought it. We used the same bathroom right? You know there’s no window in there. How would Sam even be able to-”

You interrupt her with a quick peck on the lips. “Shut up and stop making me feel dumb, I’m just touched that you brought it and have it on now. We’re gonna get such great couple photos!”

“Oh shit, they’re definitely together,” Natasha could overhear Jen’s friend comment from across the cafe.

“I mean that sucks but also they make such a cute couple!” Jen unknowingly complimented the two which made Natasha laugh quietly to herself. She really had no reason to feel threatened or insecure about her relationship. Y/N was an amazing girlfriend and if there were any areas of improvement then they’d probably be on Natasha’s side. The spy then made a mental note to show appreciation for her more before remembering another detail.

“Actually, do you mind going out the back door? There’s just a sleazy group of straight guys out there hitting on women that I don’t care to run into.”

“Ew, let’s definitely do that,” you agreed wholeheartedly. “You know guys like that deserve to be put in their place.”

“Don’t encourage me,” Nat bit her bottom lip, ever-so tempted. “Because I was considering that at first.”

“No,” you grabbed her arm twisting her back around to you. “We should go over there and see if they actually have the nerve. And if they do, you beating them up honestly sounds super hot right now.”

“Wait, I thought you didn’t condone violence,” Nat raised an eyebrow at your proposition.

“Normally I don’t. But you’d look so cute doing it in our matching t-shirts!”

Nat rolled her eyes, smiling, thinking of how proud she was of her girlfriend.

LINKS

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[jimlingss]

Student Council Prez [17]

Episode 16 - Episode 17 - Episode 17.5 - Episode 18 Words: 6.1k Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

You’re mopping as usual, something you’ve done a million times by now. But this time, you begin to break a giant sweat...the main cause? His unwavering gaze practically burning holes into your back.

“You’re the worst.” You grunt out with a pout, turning on your heels. Yoongi doesn’t respond, still sitting on the stairs with his arm propped up on his knee, chin in his hand as he continues to stare at your ensemble. After a moment of scanning you from head to toe, he breaks out in another grin. “Ugh...pervert.”

“Hey.” He deadpans. “You look great, okay?”

“You’re the worst.” You repeat, moving back to mopping and biting back your tongue from the endless curses ready to stream out.

It had all started when Taehyung brought a box of costumes and cosplaying outfits to the council room. The theater club was throwing a whole bunch out since their closet was getting too full and they had a shipment of new items. As Jimin and Jungkook dug around in interest and threw some clothes onto the table, you caught Yoongi pinching a maid outfit with his fingers, his eyes glistening in curiosity.

Immediately you barked a ‘no’ before he could even ask. The day you wore a maid outfit in front of Yoongi or anyone for that matter, you’d rather go to hell. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend was relatively crafty and kept the outfit anyway. A few days later when you broke a vase, that you swore that was never there before, he handed you the outfit as compensation. Though luckily for you, you had also kept a police uniform that you wanted him to wear but like you, he had refused; so now the both of you were in costumes.

Little did you know, the vase was bought at the dollar store.  

The maid outfit was black and white, fairly cute and not revealing in the least bit, though you weren’t quite sure what it looked like when you bent down. But the outfit was more so a black dress with a white apron over top of it; white straps, a white sash and a white skirt, frills lining the bottom and the sleeves with a white bow at the back. There was even a frilly, white headband on your head to match and you were sure Yoongi was enjoying it too much. Every time you caught him in your peripheral vision, though his eyes were blank and following you, there was a slight smirk on his lips.

Despite it all, he looked good in his own outfit and you couldn’t muster up any anger. It was like a military officer uniform, black jacket with badges that made his shoulders broder and an official hat that sat on his head. It was a manly uniform that made him look authoritative but it greatly contrasted with his cute pouty lips and the roundness of his cheeks; his natural and innocent looking face that you knew better than to trust.

You couldn’t help staring at him as much as he stared at you.

“You know…” Yoongi speaks up. “I really wanted to make you wear this sort of uniform when you first started to come here.”

You scoff. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I know you probably would’ve punched me in the face.”

“You’re right.” You smirk. “I would’ve.”

“You look really good though.” He remarks in a soft exhale.

You roll your eyes before putting your hands on your hips and cocking your head to one side. “Do you have a thing for maids?”

“Not particularly.” He says, still staring at you with fluttering eyes. “You just look good in anything.”

You open your mouth to sharply retort but his words ring inside your head once more and you’re speechless, face rising with heat. You turn away quickly, continuing to mop and Yoongi grins at how flustered you are. “Or maybe nothing at all…” He mutters.

“Hey!”

“You know..” Yoongi begins again, ignoring your offended expression. “I really need a photo of this.”

“What?”

He gets up from the stairs. “I think my camera’s in my room.”

“A camera?!”

Before you can protest, he’s already turned up the stairs and you shake your head with a sigh and a small smile.

Suddenly out of nowhere, the doorknob of the front door jangles. It twists and turns wildly, in all different directions. You freeze, not aware of anyone who has access to his house. Your mind races with whom it could possibly be that’s intruding. The doorknob jangles louder and louder.

You grip the mop handle tight, ready to use it as a weapon to hit the potential burglar. “Yoongi…” You shout from the corner of your mouth.

Just then the door bursts open and you’re an ice statue, half a step from lifting the mop up.

In front of you stands two women, both decked out in expensive jewelry and fur coats; one with grey locks and the other, a gorgeous woman with her hair tight in a bun. “Yoongi, dear?”

She calls out inside the house before her eyes land on you. “Who. are. you?”

They step inside, a suited man following after them and carrying their luggages silently. They both stare at you, scrutinizing your skin from head to toe as you’re gaping, mouth open like a fish out of water. The older lady crosses her arms, lifting a brow up at you. The middle aged woman oddly resembles Yoongi, cold eyes and an emotionless expression.

You manage to cough out the first thing that you can think of. “I’m Yoongi’s………………………………………………………….....housemaid.”

They both visibly relax, the older woman smiling. “Oh. I see, so he got a maid. That’s quite responsible of him.”

“Well, keep on doing what you’re doing.” The middle aged lady waves her hand at you. “Hurry up. Don’t just stand there.”

“John, just leave the luggage there.” The older lady says as she points to the foyer of the house. “Go take a rest, we just came back from an entire day’s flight.”

You’re cringing with shut eyes, knuckles turning white as you wonder what the hell is going on. You’re not quite sure why you lied or why you’re staying silent. On any regular day, you would’ve demanded answers but you can’t help but feel intimidated and tiny in their presences, like if you make a wrong move or even glance at them, they’ll rip your hair out. So, you continue to mop, slowly moving to the door to try to slip out unnoticed - until someone’s voice pierces through the air.

“Mom? Grandmother?” Yoongi stands at the bottom of the stairs with his camera dangling in his hand, staring like he can’t believe his eyes. “Wh-what are you doing back?”

His grandmother approaches him with big strides and engulfs her grandson in her arms. “Oh~ It’s been so long! Min Yoongi, my favourite grandson! Have you eaten? How are you? Are you doing well? Where’s your hyung and dad?”

His mother smiles, a smile that is strikingly similar to his. “And why are you wearing that ridiculous uniform?” She presses a quick kiss to his cheek and he blinks his eyes.

“I don’t know where hyung is,” is the first thing that Yoongi manages to mutter.

“That boy.” His grandmother says in a scolding, rough voice. “Always makes trouble.”

“And your father?” Yoongi’s mother quirks a brow. “Is he sleeping in that goddamn school?!” When Yoongi doesn’t reply, still stunned at the appearance of both his family members, his mother takes it as a ‘yes’. “My stupid godforsaken husband…”

Yoongi finally cranes his neck towards you and the both of you stare at each other with furrowed brows, at an absolute loss for words. It’s almost like he’s apologizing with his eyes, wanting to whisk you away and explain. But his mother follows his line of sight when he grows quiet and she snaps at you. “What are you standing there for, maid? Get to work!”

“Wait.” Yoongi frowns. “What did you just call her?”

His grandmother smiles, squeezing him quickly again. “I can’t believe you were responsible enough to get yourself a housekeeper! Has she been doing well? Where did you hire her? She looks awfully young.”

“No. No.” Yoongi shakes his head, walking up to you in a few steps. He boldly takes your hand between his, fingers interlacing before you can pull away.

The mop falls to the floor in a clank. “She’s not my maid or housekeeper.”

“She’s my girlfriend.”

//

Tension fills the dining room table as the Min family have gathered together once again, a reunion of sorts that Yoongi didn’t expect to have. His grandmother sits at the front of the table with her arms crossed, his father and mother sitting in the next seats across from each other; his father looking guilty as charged and mother angry, huffing out in disbelief every so often. Yoongi is seated next to his father, wearing a blank expression.

“Haven’t you heard what your son’s been up to?” Yoongi’s mother pipes up with a quirk of her brow. “You were sleeping in that goddamn school closet like a psycho. Did you lie to me every time I called?”  

“Honey~”

“Don’t honey me!” She retorts sharply. “Your son here...your son here is dating-”

“Y/N.” He smiles.

She scoffs. “So you know of her?!”

“Of course.” He nods with pouted lips. “She’s our scholarship student.”

“A scholarship student?” Yoongi’s grandmother frowns. “So she’s poor?”

“She’s an extremely bright young girl.” His father states in a matter-of-fact tone.

“That’s not the problem here!’ His wife spits back at him and before Yoongi even has a chance to say anything, the front door suddenly slams open. It hits against the wall and shuts from the motion, quick padded footsteps coming closer and closer.

“Is grandmother really dead?”

Yoongi’s older brother, Yongho comes running into the dining room, breathless as he scans each person. His shoes are still on, face ragged with an untrimmed beard and hair an absolute mess - some might even believe he’s been hibernating all winter or a caveman transported to the future. Even in the tense atmosphere, Yoongi can’t help but smile at his older brother, having not seen him in over a year.

“You wish I was dead.” Their grandmother turns around in the front chair, glaring into his eyes. “The only way you’ll come back is if I’m dead, huh?”

Yongho in exasperation and relief, collapses against the wall and slides down to the ground, still gasping for air like he just ran a marathon. “Wh-why...I thought you died!”

“Grandson...I’m not dying for a long while.” She says fiercely. “Especially when this Min household is in so much turmoil!”

Yoongi looks at his brother and they both grin, Yongho tiredly waving. Their mother takes a good look at them both before scoffing.

Yongho had always been an eccentric child - a bit disobedient which only put their grandmother in distress as he was the oldest child. It was made evident since he was young that he had no intentions of inheriting anything from the Min family or the businesses and he eventually dug his own path towards the fashion industry. The family found him a disgrace and cut all ties until he became widely successful, multiple chain stores in different countries and practically a millionaire with his own two feet and two hands over the course of five years. They started accepting him back into the family but he still kept his distance, remembering the days when he had nothing but discouragement from them.

Against it all, the two brothers were always close and remained that way; both allies in a rigid family - aside from their father of course, who had always been a free spirit. But in family issues, he never said much and stayed in the middle of things, treading carefully like an invisible turtle.  

“When are you leaving again?” Youngho asks after he can breathe normally again, pulling a chair beside his mother. “Why did you even come back? I thought living abroad was going well.”

His mother scoffs. “We just came back and you’re already telling us to leave?! I can stay here if I want. You’re still rude and unmannerly as an adult.”

Yongho sighs lethargically, slumping over the table. “Then can you at least tell me why you called me here? I really don’t like getting fake calls of family members dying in the middle of the day.”

His father laughs, a rambunctious noise emitting from his chest like it’s the funniest joke he heard all day. “But isn’t it nice for the Min family to be rejoined?”

“So nice…” Yoongi mutters under his breath with crossed arms.

“We came back to check on you all.” Their grandmother huffs out. “And good thing we did. One man’s sleeping at his workplace in a closet, the other is god knows running around the streets-”

“I run my own business.” Yongho interjects.

She ignores him. “And the other is affiliated with some girl, tainting our family name and being used for our money-”

“She’s not some girl.” Yoongi deadpans and it becomes silent. Unlike his brother, he’s never been disrespectful enough to use that tone of voice or interrupt his older family members.

Everyone turns to Yoongi and Yongho’s eyebrow quirks in interest.

Yoongi stands up, the chair scraping against the floor. He begins walking away before turning with a clear voice...

“I’m going to marry her one day.”

//

Yoongi reassures you that everything is fine but unlike his words, he broods with a permanent scrunch between his brows that your kiss can't even solve. He doesn't speak, staring impassively at documents and during council meetings no one can tell if he's even listening.

He's not.

But no one puts it against him, a bit fearful as they walk on eggshells. The members do urge you to talk to him, knowing that Yoongi couldn't hold anything against you, whatever the problem was.

“So..” You break the silence and he looks up from the files, the both of you alone in the room. “Are your parents staying at home for awhile?”

He visibly stiffens, making a humming noise at the back of his throat and his eyes avoid yours.

A frustrated puff of air falls from your lips and you leap over the table, both your palms pressing against his cheeks. His mouth squishes together in fish lips and he finally looks at you. “Min Yoongi. Tell me what’s wrong, right. now.” You demand in a stern voice.

He pushes your hands away, sighing slightly. “Nothing’s wrong.”

You stare at him with a displeased expression, knowing full well that he’s lying. He glances at you for a moment and looks down again but when he realizes that you’re not letting up, he finally gives up. “Fine okay. I just…” There’s a long silence and he moans out frustratedly. “I want you to come over for dinner.”

“For dinner?” He nods and you frown. “With your entire family?” You clarify and he nods again with closed eyes.

It’s beyond doubt that you didn’t make a good impression with his family; being found in a maid outfit with a mop or that time you stormed into Yoongi’s father’s office, demanding to be withdrawn from the school. In your entire life, you hadn’t ever lacked confidence, relying on your sharp tongue and brute strength. If anyone said anything otherwise, you would’ve given them a punch straight to the jaw or stealthily planned for their demise. But you couldn’t do that to Yoongi’s parents and you couldn’t help feeling so small in their scrutiny.

It was true - you had close to nothing but your siblings and the clothes on your back. You have never been ashamed of that fact, rather taking pride in how you stepped up and took responsibility for everything. But you and Yoongi belonged in different worlds. He lived in luxury, without even batting an eye at his bank accounts and even if he failed in his studies, there would be other ways for him to reach success. You and him were so different in so many ways. But you in your stubbornness, refused to let any of that affected your relationship with him; refused to let it build a gap or bridge. You cared about him too much to give up.

“It doesn’t matter.” He huffs out, looking at you with a worried expression. “I just...want them to see how great you are.”

You know no matter what Yoongi said, it still meant a lot to him. “Okay.” You answer after thinking. “I’d love to.”

//

You’ve stood in front of his house countless times before, having cleaned and seen every single nook and cranny, yet the unease still swirls in the pits of your stomach. You take a deep breath before Yoongi’s hand tightens around yours. He offers a sweet smile of reassurance. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

“I really hope so.” You answer quietly before the both of you enter.

It doesn’t take long for everyone to get settled down, all already at the dinner table with the dishes getting served right on time. Yoongi’s grandmother sits at the front, on both her sides are Yoongi’s parents and beside his father is someone not quite old but rather young. “Yongho.” He introduces himself with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smile. You notice how notably similar he is to his father, a bit eccentric and energetic.

But not much is said when the air is heavy with tension and Yoongi beside you can only soften his eyes in another attempt of comfort. You pick at your food for a moment at the silent table, it’s steak and salad, world’s better than you could ever make or afford to buy but your appetite has long dissolved into nausea.

“What do your parents do?” Yoongi’s mother asks as she slices the meat with a sterling knife.

“They’ve passed away.” Yoongi answers.

Yoongi’s grandmother looks up at the answer while his mother raises an eyebrow, meeting her son’s eyes. “I think she can answer for herself. I asked her not you.” She then turns to you while sipping her wine. “My condolences.”  

“Thank you…” You mumble.

“Do you have any siblings?” She asks.

“Two. They’re younger than me.”

“Then who do you live with?”

You swallow hard. “It’s just me and my siblings.”

“You take care of them alone?”

“Yes. I have full custody of them.”

“Oh.” She says with an emotionless expression that you can’t decipher, taking another sip of her drink. The atmosphere begins to even feel darker and you can feel the annoyance wafting off of Yoongi at how she’s interrogating you. You shoot him a look when he’s about to open his mouth.

“How did you meet Yoongi?” Yongho asks curiously with a grin, making you more calm.

Yoongi’s father suddenly roars with laughter and you’ll admit it’s strange seeing him without his work clothes on or having to call him Mr. Min. “Funny you should ask that. Actually I made him meet her.”

“You did...what now?” His wife frowns in disbelief.

He laughs for a second and then quiets down when his wife and his mother-in-law are staring bullets into his skin. “It’s a long story.”

“Yoongi was assigned to help me since I’m the scholarship student.” You nod, memories coming up full blast and you can’t help the small smile that raises on your lips; one on Yoongi’s too.

“I guess our relationship just blossomed from there.” Yoongi adds with a hint of greasiness that almost makes you scoff out loud but you manage to keep it in.

“I guess.” You scrunch your face up at him and only he knows that it’s an expression of distaste.  

“But that doesn’t explain why she was in our house with a mop in that...outfit.” Yoongi’s grandmother pipes up in the middle of a bite and you freeze.

“What outfit?” Yongho asks with a frown.

There are a billion things you could say; that you and Yoongi were just playing around and that something spilled so you had to clean it up, that you reenacting scenes from Cinderella or you could even spout something like you and Yoongi had odd kinks. But what Yoongi decides to say is brutally honest and your mouth fills with cotton, speechless. His grandmother drops her fork, his older brother raises his brows, his mother’s jaw falls to the floor and even his father looks shocked.

“She’s my housemaid.”

Yoongi decides that there’s no reason in hiding anything, that it might come bite him back later. He’s not ashamed of how he got you in his life by any means. It could matter less to him.

“You pay her?” His grandmother says in a gasp, looking like she’s about to faint.

“Yoongi, do you pay for all her expenses?” His mother interjects with an angry tone.

Even you know it looks bad, wincing away while tightening your fists in your lap. You can only begin to imagine how they see you; a cunning and impoverished girl making use of their wealthy son, using him purely for his money and playing with his emotions. It couldn’t be farther from the truth but by the disgusted expressions they shoot you, any explanations die in your throat.

“Did you know about this?!” His mother sharply glares at his father.

“No.” He cocks his head to the side, looking amused. “I didn’t.”

“It’s not what you think it is.” Yoongi says, still eating nonchalantly as if it weren’t a big deal. “When we met, we made a contract together…”

“Stop it.” You whisper to him with a deepened knot between your brows but he ignores you.

“She needed a job so I gave her one.” He shrugs. “I don’t see what the big deal is. We got into a relationship much later.”  

“Stop.”

“The problem is, is that you’re practically using money to satisfy her!” His mother scoffs, throwing her tablecloth napkin onto the table. She looks past you to her son as if you don’t exist. “She’s either going to suck you dry or leave once you stop giving her money! You’re being taken advantage of!”

You stand up abruptly, everyone turning to you as the chair scrapes on the floor. “Excuse me…” You stutter, keeping your head down low. “I’m going to the washroom.”

“Y/N!” Yoongi shouts after you as you quickly leave. He stands up, chasing after you without a second glance to the other members of his family.

You walk without looking back, straight ahead despite Yoongi relentlessly calling you. You’re fuming with anger at how they ridiculed you so easily, embarrassed that he revealed everything and upset with yourself at how much you actually care. But most of all, you’re in plain distress, not having any control of the situation and being at the mercy of their judgement.  

It’s not just them and their criticisms but all the doubts you ever had about the relationship in your mind, heard out in the open for the first time.

The moment when you try to shut the bathroom door, Yoongi catches it with his hand and slides inside. “Y/N.”

“Just leave me alone.” You purse your lips together. “I just...need a moment.”

“Look at me.” He holds your hand. “And listen.”

Yoongi pulls you in an embrace, arms around your waist and your back, pressing his body against yours. You can’t help but feel significantly calmer with his warm touch. “I never once cared about your social status or wealth. I never cared and I will never care.”

“It doesn’t matter where you came from, who your parents are or how much money you have.” He says calmly, gently soothing you with his hand on your hair. “I don’t give a damn about any cooperation or any of their opinions. I just wanted you to meet them today.”

“Yoongi.”

“All I’ve ever cared about is…” He whispers. “...how clean you’ve made my house.”

You punch him lightly in the stomach and he chuckles, refusing to let you go. “Can you seriously joke at a time like this?” You huff out angrily.

He grins. “I felt like I was getting too sappy.”

“Yeah.” You can’t help but smile. “You were.”

Yoongi finally pulls away with pouty lips and a slight frown. “I’m serious.” He raises a brow. “I only give a shit about you.”

“Thank you. I’m honoured.” You laugh and he smiles.

Finally you feel at ease.

-

[Meanwhile….]

The dinner table is still silent, everyone picking at their foods meagerly until Yoongi’s father suddenly bursts into laughter at the thick tension in the air, making Yongho flinch at the sudden loudness. “What was that for?”

Everyone stares at him as he shakes his head and puts down the utensils. “It just reminds me of the first time I had to meet your mother’s family.” He sighs in reminiscence. “I remember being in that position.”

“It was different.” His wife sharply defends.

He simply laughs again. “How was it any different? I was so in love with you but I was nowhere near as wealthy as you were. I think we both know what it’s like to be in that situation.”

Her face grows grim for a moment, as if deeply contemplating.

It doesn’t take you long before the both of you arrive back at the dinner table, not taking your seats but rather standing hand in hand. Yoongi wears no emotion but disregard as you still stand nervously by his side but with more confidence; enough to face them.

You begin while feeling his hand tighten around yours. “It’s true that Yoongi pays me and I’ve been cleaning the house.”

“Really the first time I met Yoongi, I really hated him. But he broke all my expectations.” The more you talk, the more sure of yourself do you feel. And you turn to Yoongi, staring solely at his profile as you continue. “I thought he would be a wealthy snob who’d step all over me but he’s not...not in the least bit.” Your voice trails off softer.

Yoongi turns to meet your eyes. “He’s sweet and kind. And I really never thought that I could carry such feelings for him.” You can feel yourself getting overly emotional as he gazes into your orbs, feeling tears threaten to fall. “I lov-”

He covers your mouth quickly before you can finish your sentence. “Let’s not say such intimate things for the first time in front of my family.” He smiles gently before turning back to the members of his family. His brother has a shiteating grin, gushing over the two of you and his father wears a similar expression; not realizing that Yoongi had it in him this entire time to be such a romanticist.

Both his mother and grandmother don’t utter a single word, eyes still analyzing coldly and impassively. “I brought her here today not to get your approval or your blessing.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone. “I brought her to introduce to you a future member of the Min family.”

They look completely taken back with his words and your own eyes widen as big as saucers, slowly craning your neck around to him like a robot. “I don’t care what anyone thinks. This is the girl I’m going to marry.”

“Wait. WHA-?!”

Before you can even finish, he drags you away. The front door slams a few moments later.

His father laughs rambunctiously, utterly impressed. Yongho shrugs with a grin. “You almost lost a grandson before.” He speaks without looking at his grandmother. “You shouldn’t drive away another Min member.”

Everyone is still baffled.

But you think you and Yoongi, both have completely lost your minds together.

You’re walking alone, Yoongi having to head home alone and you take your time enjoying the peaceful quiet; something you hadn’t been able to have in a while after joining the rambunctious student council members. As you head out of the entrance of the school, humming pleasantly; you suddenly come to a halt, nearly tripping over the pavement.

There’s a large black car, sleek with tinted windows parked at the curb of the road. A man in a suit is resting on it, wearing dark sunglasses but you suppose he’s looking at you as he raises his head. He lifts his hand, pointing his finger and bending it, motioning for you to come. When you’re frozen, wondering if you should take off running in the opposite direction, he approaches.

“The madam would like to have a word.” He says calmly and drags you into the car. Before you can scream, the door shuts and any shout dies in your throat as you turn to face Yoongi’s grandmother.

She smiles, wrinkles crinkling around her eyes. “Lovely day, isn’t it dear?”

With the tinted windows, you wonder how she can even see outside. “I…..suppose so.”

You can’t help but wonder if she’s going to threaten you or maybe drive you away to some isolated unfamiliar location, beat you senseless with her men and then throw your body over a bridge. After paying the police off, they’ll call your death a suicide or accident and your siblings will be left to handle the funeral. Or maybe...she’ll not just threaten your life but Sohyun and Sungjae’s too.

The old lady sighs as she digs into her high end purse. “I’m sorry I called you so abruptly.”

A white envelope comes into sight and you inwardly groan. Believing that you’re only after Yoongi for his money, she’s probably going to hand you a wad of cash and tell you to disappear quietly. Maybe there’s a plane ticket in there too and she’ll make you hide abroad from him forever; demanding that you never show your face again.

Except as you think of a million scenarios from the dramas you’ve watched on television before, you least expect her to pull out a photo of Yoongi. But it’s not just any photo of Yoongi - it’s a baby photo of him, standing in front of an ice cream truck in tight suspenders, face red and scrunched up, in the middle of a hysterical tantrum sob.

Without realizing, you shift closer to her and there’s a tiny smile that raises on her lips as she watches you stare at it in wonderment. She also stares at it for a long moment, in deep reminiscence. “You know…” She begins and you finally manage to peel your eyes away from the adorable, more innocent Yoongi. “When he was a child, he was never really selfish or rude. He didn’t throw tantrums a lot either. This was one of the rarer moments. The pants was giving him a wedgie and he didn’t want ice cream or to take a photo.”

She chuckles, a similar chuckle to the one you adore very much. “What kind of child doesn’t want ice cream, I don’t know. But he was always very calm even when his hyung used to steal his toys away from him.”

The old lady puts the photo down and she looks right into your eyes, orbs that are warmer than you’ve seen them last. “The point is….and why I wanted to talk to you today was that I truly believe he cares tremendously about you. From the years I’ve seen him grow up into the young man he is now, he’s never been more spirited about anything. Never has he argued with his parents or raised his tone at me.”

“This doesn’t mean I will accept you into our family. I still have my suspicions about your motives for being with him…” She smirks. “But something tells me...call it my intuition, that he’s picked quite a lady to be with. I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

“I won’t.” You answer as sincerely as you can.

“I don’t believe you will.” She chuckles. “I hope you won’t find any offence but I did do a couple background checks on you. You remind me a lot of my late husband and my son-in-law. They had nothing but yet they still stood up with more than I could ever have.” She shakes her head with another sigh. “The Min family has quite a history with marriage outside the societal norms.”

“Maybe we were cursed back then by witches.” She laughs, slapping her knee like it’s a terribly funny joke and you can only manage a stiff smile. “Believe me...I’ve brought exorcists to the house after Yoongi’s father showed up.” She laughs again, looking at you. “And that still didn’t do anything!”

You give her an expression of horror and she gives you a cynical snicker. “Come over some time and I’ll show you more photos. I’ll tell you stories too.” Yoongi’s grandmother leans in closely as if someone could overhear. “Yoongi’s probably hidden all his childhood photos out of embarrassment right?” You contemplate for a moment with a frown, realizing you hadn’t seen any in his house.

She chuckles. “Trust me when I say, he was the cutest child ever….but don’t tell Yongho that.”

When you get out of the car, her voice makes you stop halfway. “Oh and Y/N, bring your siblings along too sometime. I really love young children.”

You smile, feeling more put at ease after the entire conversation. “I will.”

“I hope you won’t disappoint me, child.” She whispers quietly but you catch it.

“I promise I won’t.” Your last words make the old lady beam with happiness. “I care about him too much.”

The house has been noisier than it’s ever been, some hired chefs in the kitchen making dinner for the family. His grandmother is scolding her secretary while redecorating the house, telling him to move the vase there; ‘Right there! No you missed it, you fool! Use your eyeballs! Right there!’. His mother is outside with the gardener, re-hedging the bushes that have long overgrown and his father is out on the street, making some conversations and laughing with the neighbors, coffee in hand.

With all the chaos, Yoongi takes refuge in the room his brother is staying at temporarily.  

Yongho is on the bed, sketching out a new outfit on a clipboard while Yoongi throws an old bouncy ball against the wall, sitting at the foot of the bed. “When are you going back?”

“You missed me?” Yongho automatically teases.

He scoffs in response. “No. Just wondering so I sanitize the entire room and maybe burn it down. Wouldn’t want it to get affected by your lame germs.”

“Sorry younger brother.” He smiles goofily, reaching over to ruffle his hair until Yoongi slaps his hand away. “I have a business to run but we’ll still chit chat on the phone. I’ll call you every single day~ and now that I know you have a girlfriend, we can totally go on a double date sometime.”

Yoongi scowls. “You don’t have a date. You’ll be third wheeling.”

“Wow~ This kid’s words are painful!” He gasps dramatically. “I’ll have you know, just because I’m busy doesn’t mean I’m not still on the dating field!”

There’s a drawn out silence as Yoongi continues to bounce the ball, listening to the tree leaves rustle outside from the open window and the Yongho’s pencil scratching on the paper, making rough strokes with the lead.

“Hyung.”

“Hmm?”

He hesitates for a moment. “What do you think of Y/N?”

If there was anyone’s opinion that Yoongi remotely cared about, it was his older brother’s. He had good and clear insight. Yoongi trusted him and often came to him for advice on important matters; though he acts like he doesn’t care, still bouncing the ball against the wall nonchalantly.

Yongho grins, putting his pencil down and humming thoughtfully. “Honestly by first impressions, she’s a really interesting girl…”

“Right?” Yoongi agrees.

“She seems independent...strong and fiery.”

“You should see her when she’s angry.” Yoongi smiles so widely his cheeks hurt, mindlessly speaking as his brain switches purely to thoughts about you. “That girl has one sharp tongue. She’s really guarded but inside it’s the complete opposite.”

Yongho shifts closer, arm propped on his knee and chin rested in his hand as he listens closely with an amused smile. “She matches you well. She’s honestly beautiful.”

Yoongi scoffs, coming to stand on his feet. “She’s my girlfriend, you know. Not yours.”

“Well you asked for my opinion!” Yongho defends in a laugh.

Yoongi scrunches up his face, making his way to the door, secretly satisfied with his brother’s answers.

Yonho calls after him. “Where are you going?!”

“None of your business.” He lethargically turns the golden door knob but he stops halfway, mid-step. Yoongi turns with a sly smile, head tilted to one side with a lifted brow. “If you think she’s beautiful….”

“You should see her when she smiles.”

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Asteri Tale Chapter 26 Dog

Yay, fight scenes.

   Kye gave a big yawn as she was woken up by her obnoxious brother.    "I made the team!" Jun cheered loudly. He had been celebrating since the previous night. Kye sighed and walked out into the room occupied by her brother and their mother. "Can we go visit dad? I wanna tell him about it!" he stared expectantly at their mother. She gave an uncomfortable smile in response.    "Oh, cut it out!" Kye scoffed. Jun jumped, having not realized she was behind him. "He's in jail, we can't just go visit like that." Their mother turned her face down.    "Meh!" Jun pouted in an exaggerated fashion. Kye scoffed and shuffled into the kitchen to grab herself breakfast. After pouting a bit, Jun moved on and returned to his previous celebration. -3 years earlier their father was framed for the death of a married couple who's house burned down unexpectedly. Kye never understood why people has always been so prejudice against their family but their mother would never answer when asked.- Kye let out an exasperated sigh.    "Wow, that was pretty impressive." a familiar voice teased. Kye stiffened up and turned to the window to see Reese poking his head in.    "What now?" she rolled her eyes as she inspected his unusually excited expression.    "I have news!" he beamed defiantly.    "Ah, I'll meet you outside, weirdo." she stood up and pushed him back out the window. Kye sluggishly dressed for her outing before leaving the house. Jun was so preoccupied with his own business that he didn't even notice. Reese stood outside against a tree, waiting for her. "So, what is all this about?" she groaned. "I thought I told you to stop dropping by unannounced!" he sneered back in response before talking.    "They FAILED!" he cheered enthusiastically.    "And this is new, how?" Kye sighed.    "That vermin was in charge of the whole thing!" Reese howled. "'Master' is furious."    "Huh...that is surprising." Kye agreed flatly.    "Just a little more and he's done!" he cackled as he schemed to himself. She rolled her eyes. The two walked out into the town.    "It's good and all that you're getting so close to getting what you want, but aren't you forgetting something?" she eyed him somewhat annoyed. He snapped back to reality and turned to her.    "D-don't worry, once 'that's' gone we'll have more liberty over our actions."    "You say that every time!" Kye barked.    "He monitors everything we do, if we act on anything he deems 'not associated with the mission' he would report us." Reese scoffed. "Using his position to stifle us based solely on his personal opinions, the wretch!" he balled his fist in front of his face.    "Ugh...the more I hear the less I understand 'his' choice." she sighed in distaste.    "Be glad you don't have to deal directly with him...ugh." he shuttered. "His capabilities aside, why on earth does Kinai hate Murasa so much?" Kye scratched her head in thought. "Damn hypocrite scum..." he huffed under his breath. At the edge of Kye's vision flashed gold. She disregarded it and continued on with Reese. Closer. Closer.    "You!" an unpleasantly familiar voice called out. Kye and Reese both turned. A messy mass of blonde hair and golden eyes.    "I-Imani?" Reese hissed. Next to Ria stood Pella and Owen on the side of the street.    "Ah, crap." Kye sighed. Ria glared at the pair. Pella rolled her eyes silently as Owen stepped in front of her.    "Seems we can't even escape the trash on our day off." Reese scowled.    "Eh! The only trash I see here is you!" Ria roared and pointed to him.    "Surely there is an easier way to go about our day..." Owen looked to them.    "As if I'd pass up the opportunity to get revenge!" Reese started towards the girls menacingly.    "Are you still on about that?" Pella sneered. "You started it."    "SHUT UP!" Reese pulled out a slim stiletto from the air. Owen gasped and pressed back into her. Ria invoked her transformation in a crimson light. It enveloped her body, draping around and faded to expose a sign. 'Leo'. She thrust forth her hand, covered by a clawed wrist guard. She caught the blade as Reese passed by. It flew out of his hand and tumbled to the ground. He stopped short, eyes widened as he saw Ria before him. "Yo-You're? I should have known!" he growled upon seeing the transformation. She wore a loosely draped salmon red dress adorned with peridot gems. Her feet were bare with matching red ankle pieces. Underneath the dress were red leather straps around her thighs matched by a pair on her arms. Kye scoffed and leapt over. She drew an ornate scimitar as she transformed. Around her neck lay a beige scarf. The rest of her ensemble was black corsair garb. From a belt about her waist hung a second sheathed scimitar. Kye swung at Ria to give Reese the chance to transform. Ria stepped back and caught Kye's blade on her own. Reese tugged at his collar to reveal a slim chain and he transformed. Beneath a sleeveless white coat he wore a skin tight black bodysuit with various belts holding many similar stilettos.    "You've gotta be kidding me!" Ria glowered at the pair.    "Heh, that will teach you to never humiliate me like that again!" Reese drew two of his remaining daggers as he declared loudly.    "You were the one that started it in the first place." Pella stated flatly.    "Keep your trap shut!" Kye barked and drew her other scimitar. Owen pushed Pella back, invoking his transformation. A point of his shuriken caught in the grove of Kye's blade.    "Lay a finger on the Little Miss and your life is forfeit!" he roared. He twirled the star in his hand and lunged forward.    "The hell?" Kye ducked and gawked at the symbol on his chest. "They were serious?!" Reese looked up momentarily from his altercation with Ria then grimaced. "Balls!"    "Like this changes anything." he taunted and resumed his assault on Ria. "You don't stand a chance against us!" he swung his leg around in a round house kick. Ria ducked then slashed at his leg. Kye thrust her blade back, hooking the long claws into the notch on the hilt. Owen took the opportunity to turn toward Pella.    "Call the others." he said in a low voice. Pella nodded and sneaked off around a corner. Owen then jumped in and intercepted an attack from Reese. Pella peered around the corner to make sure she hadn't been seen fleeing and fumbled through her phone for the first number she could find.    ["Fight at the intersection of 5th and-"] as she typed, a figure approached. Out of the corner of her eye, Pella saw a blade thrust forward next to her head.    "Eeep!" she cried out and jumped away.    "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Alex hissed in a boastful manner.    "Y-you're!" she backed up into the wall. "I-I can fight too!" Pella tried to stand her ground. Alex laughed.    "I have no intention of fighting you here." he declared as he put away his pronged blade. "Just watch." he urged her back towards the altercation in progress.    "Wha-why?" she turned to him utterly confused.    "Even with Jeong's background, she doesn't stand a chance against Syvzanna." Alex assessed aloud. "Kinai and Jeong are fighting a losing battle without backup."    "H-how do you know Owen's name?" Pella gasped. To that Alex only answered with a smirk.    Owen had already disarmed Reese of his second and third daggers, leaving him with only one remaining. His fast paced style matched well with Ria, Kye and Reese couldn't regain the ground they'd lost. Pella turned to Alex.    "And you are going to sit here and watch?" she asked dubiously.    "They started it themselves." Alex sighed. "Plus Kinai could stand to be taken down a peg or two." he scoffed, seemingly to himself. Pella fought the urge to laugh. "Cannot believe there is something we agree on."    "What the hell are you?" Kye growled at Owen.    "Tee hee!" he giggled cheerfully. "I'm nothing special!~" he continued on in his usual singsong tone.    "Bullshit!" Reese cursed. "Murasa took you down there's no way I could lose to you!"    "Ha! The way I'm seein' it there's no contest!" Ria taunted. "You suck! Nyee!" she stuck out her tongue.    "Screw you!" he pointed his last stiletto at her. He dashed forward for an attack when a plain sword landed in the ground before him.    "ENOUGH OF THIS!"    A loud booming voice echoed from nowhere.    "Ah! M-Master I-" Reese pleaded before getting cut off.    "Don't forget your mission, Bird!"    The voice resounded again, apparently for the last time.    "Damn you!" Reese glowered at Ria.    "You always jump into things without much thought." Kye revoked her transformation. "Quit dragging others down."    "Who asked you?" Reese snapped back.    "You're the one who seems to have forgotten out promise." Kye scoffed. "I'm just following the rules." Reese growled but didn't have a comeback. Kye wrapped her hands in a ribbon she had around her waist and leapt away.    "Wha-woah!" Ria's transformation faded in shock of the incredible feat. Owen eyed Reese curiously.    "Run along, you don't want 'Master' scolding you again do you?" he jeered in a mocking voice. Reese clicked his tongue in frustration and ran off, defeated. Ria burst out laughing.    "Did you see that?" she howled. "He was like a dog with his tail between his legs!"    "I honestly thought that they'd be more of a challenge, ya know?" Owen flopped back against a wall and removed his transformation.    "Right? You were amazing!" Ria tackled him with a hug.    "Aw, well thanks." he blushed a bit while retaining his confident attitude.    Pella started toward her companions but stopped to glance back at Alex.    "Go on, that was all I came for." he shooed her away and turned on his heels to leave. She returned to Owen and Ria, unsure if she should speak about her strange encounter with Alex. "He really did keep his word, just watched then left." She placed her phone into her pocket. On the screen displayed the text 'Message sent'.