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Uhhhh I wanted to draw someone in a wet shirt and Bob just seemed like the right guy ya know?
*staring respectfully*
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romantic dreams | jeon jungkook [teaser]
summary: he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bear.
➣ genre/au: yandere jungkook x reader [she/her, female anatomy], neighbors au, smut, angst
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warnings: yandere. smut. jk is obsessed and a stalker. toxic. manipulation. gaslighting. he’s a gym rat who listens to deftones, nirvana, korn, pierce the veil, etc. he watches y/n through cameras. delusional jk. he’s intimidating and a huge asshole to everyone but y/n—like genuinely not a good person lol but he has nipple piercings and a six pack. goth jk. calvin klein jk. y/n is strong minded and a bit cruel at times. dom/sub/switch themes but not intense. rough, passionate sëx. mornings to come. no dubcon/noncon, fully consensual
song inspo: tempest — deftones, and i love her — kurt cobain, blvd. nights — team sleep, new magic wand — tyler, the creator [highly recommend listening so you can get what kind of character Jungkook is]
jungkook’s moodboard | y/n’s moodboard
There was a quickening pace to his heart. Sweat dripped down his forehead that he wiped away with his forearm as he looked at his friend through the mirrored wall. Just behind them he had a clear view of some woman looking at them. His friend noticed her too, “She’s had her eye on you for a while now.”
Jungkook didn’t say anything as he switched with Namjoon and laid down. Namjoon made sure to spot him as he began to bench press, muscles bulging with each set he did.
“I’m serious, man, and she’s hot,” Namjoon looked behind him to catch the girl running on the treadmill as her gaze shifted shyly at being caught. He was getting a little pissed that his friend does not care that he’s being eye fucked at the gym.
This was just like Jungkook too, he never showed any sign of interest in anything. He always had a bored expression on his face like he was waiting for something worth his while to happen. Namjoon’s learned to get over it because if Jungkook didn’t like hanging out with him then they wouldn’t be friends. Jungkook isn’t the type to waste his breath reassuring things like that and he definitely does not waste his time thinking of someone.
If Namjoon got half as many women checking him out as Jungkook does, he would find a girlfriend in no time—but no, he has to stand to aside and watch his friend pay absolutely no attention to any woman who expressed even the slightest hint of interest in him. Maybe he has to applaud Jungkook for this, he seems to have standards and sticks to them because in their years long friendship he’s only met one of his girlfriend’s before. He was extremely private about his sex life too so they never shared any locker room talk and Namjoon has just learned that’s how he is.
“Should we do one more?” Jungkook asked as he placed the dumbbell back into its holders and sat up panting. He looked behind him just slightly and caught sight of the bleached blond on the treadmill. She hasn’t taken his eyes off since she got here and it’s really starting to piss him off.
“Sure,” Namjoon said, switching Jungkook, “I don’t get how you seem to just ignore every woman who looks at you.”
Jungkook looked down at him as Namjoon caught a good grip on the dumbbell, “I wouldn’t disrespect the person I’m seeing by entertaining someone else.”
Namjoon nearly dropped the dumbbell on himself as he jumped up to a sitting position and looked at his friend dumbfounded, “You’re seeing someone?”
That made the corners of Jungkook’s lips turn upward and he tried to bite back a smile, his dimples still showed. Namjoon was no longer sitting and it seemed like the end of their workout so he began to clean the equipment. Jungkook cleared his throat, “Sort of.”
Wordlessly, they began to leave toward the locker room and Jungkook walked right past the blond without sparing her a single glance. He smiled, “Y/n.”
“Huh?” Namjoon asked, “Is that who you’re sort of seeing?”
“Mhm,” Jungkook nodded with a smile that had Namjoon surprised. He very rarely sees this much emotion from Jungkook and compared to his usual cool exterior, this was a bit unsettling. The two went straight for their lockers as they took their gym bags out and got ready to leave. Namjoon cleared his throat, “Do you have a picture? I need a visual of who this person is.”
It was just so sudden after he had these thoughts of how Jungkook showed absolutely no interest in anyone and kept his sex life extremely private. Namjoon always thought it was just because he was a womanizer and didn’t feel like bragging about all the women he’s seeing. It is just surprising that all of a sudden Jungkook would show so much emotion bringing someone up.
Jungkook didn’t give him an answer aside from fishing his phone out of his pocket and immediately showing him his lock screen. Namjoon looked at the picture clearly.
“Wow,” Namjoon said with, “Now I see why you don’t bat an eye at anyone else.”
It was a good candid photo of you, like you didn’t even know it was being taken of you. You were sitting outside having dinner and it was a perfect snapshot of your smile. You were looking at something off camera but Namjoon did have to admit that you were very attractive.
He missed the way Jungkook’s eyes darkened the longer Namjoon looked at your picture and decided to lock his phone and put it away, “Ready?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon said as he grabbed his car keys while Jungkook grabbed his and his helmet, “So why haven’t I met this Y/n, yet?”
Jungkook wasn’t smiling anymore but Namjoon couldn’t see it as he walked behind him, “You know I like things kept private.”
“I mean yeah but… I don’t know, you’ve never brought her up before. When did you start seeing her?” Namjoon asked just trying to have a casual conversation with Jungkook before they split up.
“I said sort of.”
“What?”
“Earlier you asked me if I was seeing Y/n and I said sort of,” Jungkook said with a tightened smile, “No need to bring anyone around yet.”
Namjoon didn’t have a chance to say much after that, Jungkook got on his motorcycle and left with a little wave. This felt like news of the century, Jungkook very rarely smiles the way he smiled when he first brought you up.
Who were you exactly?
You took a deep breath as you unlocked your front door and walked into a pitch black apartment. The light flickered on behind you and a small fluff curled around legs the second you were inside.
“Armani!” Your friend said with a soft gasp as he bent down to pick up the gray Siberian feline. Your cat let Taehyung pick him up and walk him around your living room as you put your things away.
“Looks like your neighbor’s home,” Taehyung pointed out as he stood near the window of your apartment. Armani hopped out of his arms and onto his scratching post where he usually lounged in for naps. “You think he watches you sleep?”
“Shut up,” you told him with a roll of your eyes, “Do you want a drink?”
“Soju?” Taehyung asked with a cheeky grin before looking back to the window, “And you know I’m joking… I’m just saying though, he always has his curtains drawn and sometimes I catch him looking over here.”
“All that’s telling me is that I need to stop inviting you over,” you said as you grabbed a bottle of Soju and a bowl of chips. You couldn’t help but look out your window.
Your neighbor was an attractive man. He had a sleeve of tattoos and a broad chest, a six pack and… nipple piercings. It’s not you’re a creep or anything but he likes to lounge around his living room and bedroom without a shirt on and his curtains open. Sometimes he would step out of the shower with only a tattoo around his small waist as he looked for clothes in his bedroom and you would have to immediately close your curtains so you weren’t a peeping Tom.
He moved in a few weeks ago and since then you’ve found yourself battling over the fact that you’ll never attract a man as gorgeous as him no matter what Taehyung says. Since the beginning Taehyung has believed that your neighbor seems to have a liking toward you.
Your best friend is over at your place more often than not and he’s noticed some things. For instance, the day he moved in Taehyung was over and like the nosy neighbor you were, the two of you stared out the window and watched him unload boxes. Taehyung swears he saw a look in your neighbor’s eyes that immediately disappeared when he saw he was there too.
Then, there was that time when you were having dinner with your friends. Taehyung pointed out seeing your neighbor and how close he was sitting outside and you just brushed it off. He lives in your neighborhood now, that means he mostly frequented the same restaurants as you. He also notes every time your neighbor seems to glance out the window toward your place but you don’t think anything of it. These apartments have poor lighting and the only way you get natural light is by having the windows open. In truth, Taehyung has watched way too many true crime documentaries and has gotten a bit paranoid.
“Whatever,” Taehyung sighed, “I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt you to give him a little show and see if you’ll get laid.”
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okok im in the mood for a somewhat yandere Jk bc im still obsessed with his calvin klein shoot. idk this probs isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but it’s mine so 🤭
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Revenge
Summary: Scared to end up alone you hang on to your marriage of 15 years to your cheating husband, continuing to play the perfect wife. But then you meet Dave York, your husbands boss, on one of his work events and things take a very surprising turn....
Pairing: Dave York x fem. Reader
Wordcount: 5.5k
Rating: E
Warnings: infidelity, angst, forced cucking (cheating husband has to watch his wife have sex with one Dave York), smut (unprotected sex, oral f receiving), Cum play, public fingering, use of the word whore, intense eye contact, flirting like woah
A/N: I worked on this for four weeks and I'm super proud of it. Please let me know what you think. Some people might recognise the scene at the bar from the movie Shame.
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You would be lying if you said you did not imagine yourself in this situation before.
Sitting with an attractive man at a bar, flirting. Maybe even something more…
Many lonely nights in the bed you should be sharing with your husband left your mind wandering to what life could be like if you had married a man who respected and loved you.
Though you were pretty sure Calvin did love you in the beginning, maybe he even loved you now. In his… own way. It just changed somewhere between moving into your first real home together and you getting a job that paid more than his.
You just weren’t enough to… satisfy all his physical needs anymore, hadn’t been for a long time. It was an open secret that he was cheating on you, you just weren’t brave enough to leave him, even though you could. You had the job, the friends, the money. You just… did not know how to be alone.
Which was a stupid thing to think because you spent the majority of your relationship being alone.
It came to a point where you weren’t even mad or hurt anymore, whenever you found stains of lipstick on his shirts that you for some reason still washed for him.
It was… easier living this lie than separating from the man you had been with for the last fifteen years. You loved the life you had built together. You just wished you weren’t so miserable and lonely living it alone.
You hadn’t slept with Calvin since you found out about the first time he cheated on you, which was almost eight years ago. He said he was sorry, begged for your forgiveness, which you granted him. But you told him that you wouldn’t sleep with him before he would prove that you could trust him to be honest and faithful with you. That, and a clean bill of health.
He never did.
You were more like roommates at this point. And even though you did not know the exact extent of his infidelity, you still played the perfect wife for him whenever he needed you to.
You looked away when he flirted with women much younger than you when you were out. Which wasn’t often. Only when there was something from work or something your friends had invited you both.
It was one of those work events he insisted you accompany him, leaving you sitting alone as soon as you entered the place at the bar.
You were about to call it a day when a man sat down next to you.
Calvin was off somewhere while you were sitting in a darker corner at the bar, enjoying your martini as he, his boss Dave York, introduced himself to you, inviting you for another drink
There was something in his eyes when you told him your name. A glint of interest when he learned that you were the wife of Calvin Miller.
You learned that Dave was recently divorced and had moved into an overpriced penthouse that felt too empty and sterile. His wife had fallen in love with another woman and because he did not want to stay in the way of her happiness, he had let her and his two daughters move all the way to Europe while he stayed back.
Dave York was… charming, hot and had something dangerous about him that made you only more interested in him. It was the first time in a long time that you felt like someone was really interested in you and what you had to say.
You saw Calvin across the room, talking to one of the serving girls who was blushing furiously as she looked at him while he tried to charm his way into her pants.
Sighing you closed your eyes, taking a sip from your drink, breathing in deeply, finding Dave looking at you.
“You know he’s fucking himself through the whole city right?” he asked.
You nodded.
“I know he’s cheating frequently, I just.. Chose to ignore how many women exactly he fucks as long as it doesn’t happen in our home.”
Dave sucked his bottom lip in, intrigued.
“You don’t mind?”
You shrugged.
“Part of me does. Sometimes I feel like a coward for not leaving him. I know I deserve more. I deserve someone who loves me and respects me. Who asks me how my day was, who notices when I got a new hair colour, who…. Fuck I just feel so lonely sometimes.”
“So why don’t you leave him?”
“Honestly?” you whispered, sucking your bottom lip in. Dave nodded, turning in his seat to lean a little closer towards you. You smelled his aftershave, allowing yourself to take a deep breath before you answered him.
“I don’t think I know how to live on my own, and staying where I am even if it sucks is… easier? We met in highschool, got married before we got out of college. I have spent my whole adult life with him. Fuck… I never even had sex with anyone other than him,” you chuckled humorlessly.
“Do you want to?” Dave asked and you looked up.
“Do I want what?”
“Have sex with someone else?”
His hand came to rest on your knee and you shivered, your eyes on his hand. His fingers were softly squeezing just above your knee. You felt each of his fingers on you, only separated by the thin material of the silk dress you were wearing. You looked up, your lips parting.
“Dave…”
“He doesn’t deserve you, you know? If I had you in my house, in my home, in my bed?” he leaned in closer, his lips brushing over your ear and your eyes slipped close. Unintentionally you parted your legs, your dress revealing a glimpse of your inner thigh and you shuddered as he took this as an invitation, his fingers slowly running up your inner thigh.
“I’d make sure your pussy is the only one I’m fucking. I might be an asshole, but I’m a loyal asshole,” his nose brushed over your neck as he seemed to inhale your scent, his fingers slipping deeper between your legs which seemed to part even wider for him with ease.
“Did he ever go down on you?” he hummed, his fingers brushing over the soaked fabric of your lace panties. You released a shuddering breath, closing your eyes.
“I bet he hasn’t treated this pussy properly. I’d make sure you’d soak my face every single day when I had you in my bed, my kitchen counter, my desk…” his fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them to the side.
“Look at me,” he whispered and while your eyes opened he slowly pushed two of his fingers inside of you. A part of you knew that you were in a public space, yet looking into Dave’s dark eyes made you feel like you were the only two people on the planet.
He slowly moved his fingers, your body screaming in pleasure from the way his fingers seemed to know just how to touch you, while you tried to keep a straight face as he kept looking at you with dark eyes.
“I like to slip my tongue deep inside of you,” he hummed and you couldn’t help but gasp as his fingers pulled out of your pussy, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. You looked down at his fingers, your eyes following them as he brought them up to his lips. You could see them glistening with your juices, while he brought them up to his mouth sucking them clean.
“Just when you’re about to cum, licking you clean before I finally give you my big cock,” he tilted his head to the side, looking at you as he licked his lips with a filthy smirk.
You jumped in your seat when an arm sneaked around your middle from behind, your eyes leaving Dave’s to find Calvin standing next to you, glaring at you before he looked at Dave.
“I see you met my wife, Dave,” he said.
“I did and It’s Mr. York to you, Miller,” Dave said bored, picking up his drink to take a sip, keeping his eyes on you.
You were still flushed, your brain trying to get back to speed.
“How come you are here with your wife and not in the bathroom getting your dick sucked by one of the college waitresses, Miller?” Dave asked.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Dave,” Calvin said, letting go of you to grab your drink, chugging it down himself. Dave looked amused at you and then at him, his face hardening.
“Come on, we’re all friends here, don’t lie in front of your wife,” he said. You risked a glance at Calvin who looked at his boss with his lips parted in shock.
Dave looked at you then, a silent challenge in his eyes.
“I love my wife,” Calvin said and you snorted. His head snapped to look at you.
“You sure have a funny way of showing it,” you rolled your eyes and Dave laughed.
“Tell you what, why don’t you go back to whatever cunt you were after and I keep your wife company,” Dave said.
“With all due respect, Dave…” Calvin began to talk but Dave shot him a dark look.
“Call me Dave one more time and see what happens, Mister Miller,” he threatened and you felt Calvin stiffen beside you. Interesting.
He took a deep breath before he looked at you.
“I was gonna head home,” Calvin said, looking at you with a question in his eyes. You turned your head to look at Dave. You didn’t want to leave. And you knew Calvin only lied about going home because he either didn’t find someone else to fuck or… because he had a weird spurge of jealousy now that someone was giving you attention and felt like he had a claim on you. Which a silly part of your brain made you feel powerful.
“I’m sure Dave can give me a ride later?” you asked, with an eyebrow raised. Dave chuckled, one of his hands coming back to rest on your knee.
“Of course I can, Sweetheart.”
When Dave drove you home a couple hours later, Calvin wasn’t home. Not that you were surprised.
Dave and you had spent the whole evening talking. And flirting. Call it needy and years of neglect, but fuck you wanted him.
You invited Dave in for a drink and he followed you into your home.
Sitting beside him in your living room you sighed.
“I feel so… Fuck I don’t know. Weak? Silly? Worthless? Like a fucking victim, even though I have everything I need to just…. Live my own life and don’t let him humiliate me like that.”
Dave sighed.
“Ending a marriage is not easy. Feelings aren’t something you can’t just turn off. You’re not worthless. You are… fucking perfect,” Dave said and you turned your head to look at him.
“I want him to feel how humiliated he makes me feel,” you said.
“What are you thinking?”
You sucked your bottom lip in, blaming the idea forming in your head on your slightly tipsy brain.
“Are you free on friday?” you asked, a plan forming in your mind. He narrowed his eyes.
“I can be.”
You nodded, sucking your bottom lip in. You took both of your glasses, setting them down on the coffee table. Dave watched your every move as you got up, coming to stand between his legs.
You didn’t know if it was the drinks you had or the way Dave York had given you his whole attention for the last hours, but you just wanted to feel something. Or someone.
“It’s our anniversary,” you said quietly as you slowly settled down into Dave’s lap, straddling him. His hands came to rest on your upper thighs immediately, his hands pushing the skirt of your dress up, as your hands rested on his shoulders. You closed your eyes, your skin heating under his intense gaze.
“I haven’t been fucked in eight years,” you whispered, moaning when you felt Dave’s hands wander over your body, squeezing your ass, pulling you closer towards him. You gasped as your clit rubbed just right over his growing bulge.
“And… And I think I want you to fuck me while he has to watch,” unintentionally you began to move your hips against him. He smirked.
“Eight years?” he asked and you nodded. He hummed.
“Can I touch you?”
“Please,” you whispered and he suddenly pulled at the belt of your wrap dress, the fabric falling open.
“Fuck me,” he uttered under his breath, the green lace lingerie you were wearing driving him wild. One of his hands came back to squeeze your ass, while his other hand palmed one of your breasts.
“Can you cum like that? Just with your needy little clit rubbing against me?” he asked and you moaned, your head nodding.
“Then make yourself cum,” he said, before he leaned in and sucked on your nipple through your bra.
“Fuck,” you cried out, rubbing yourself against him.
“That’s it, you want me to fuck you in front of your cheating husband? Then cum for me,” he snarled, slapping your ass.
“I’m gonna… Fuck I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, throwing your head back as your orgasm rolled through your body, making you shake against Dave. He helped you ride it out before you felt his hand in your neck as he pulled you towards him, crashing his lips against yours in a deep kiss.
“When should I be here on friday?“ He asked and you smiled.
Like every year, Calvin invited you for dinner for your anniversary in your favourite restaurant.
Or more like, in the restaurant he thought was your favourite restaurant.
He had given you the silent treatment since you decided to spend the evening with Dave instead of him, and you weren’t complaining.
Something had changed since that night. You changed.
He bought you a gift (a new vacuum cleaner, my god were you lucky), kissed you on the cheek and then ordered your dinner for you as soon as you sat down in the restaurant.
You were quiet all evening, letting him vent about work and about how lucky he was to have you as his wife, smiling like the obedient little wife you were for him.
Whenever he got up for a smoke, or to the bathroom or to order new drinks from the blonde bartender you reached for your phone, texting with Dave.
It had been six days since you met him and the lust you were feeling for him was almost overwhelming. Maybe it had to do with you being sexually frustrated, but the way he talked to you made you want to be his good girl, eager to please him however you wanted to.
He was very attentive, sending you gifts every single day while Calvin was in the office. You were working from home, surprised when Monday rolled around and a bouquet of red roses were delivered around lunch time.
The next day it was a bracelet.
The day after that lingerie.
Part of you was overwhelmed with the attention you were receiving, while another part just wanted to let you enjoy it.
You were rational, you knew whatever would happen with Dave York would not have a future. He wanted to fuck you, and you wanted to be fucked. Badly.
And who were you to argue about your husbands boss being the one to fuck you brains out as a little… revenge?
You rolled your eyes as you saw the waitress slip Calvin his number after he went to pay.
You had an AirBNB booked and most of your clothes and stuff already moved there yesterday. Earlier today you met with an divorce attorney.
This was happening.
You would be leaving him. Tonight.
After he watched you being fucked by his boss.
The only concern you had about the plan you set in motion was how you would make Calvin stay. But Dave had only told you that he’d make sure he would, not telling you how exactly he would achieve it. But you trusted him anyway.
You had done a lot of thinking this last week. Maybe you had just needed someone to confide in, to tell you that you were worth more than being just a silly little wife.
Healing from these last years would take a while, but you were ready to take your life back.
Starting today.
You had told Dave that you would leave the backdoor unlocked, so you weren’t surprised when you found him sitting in the armchair next to your bed in the bedroom when you made your way upstairs after coming back home.
Calvin was downstairs, picking a bottle of wine most likely in the hopes to get you drunk so he could try to get into your pants later.
He tried this every year, some weird sense of martial duty coming over him. Not that he ever succeeded.
And you had to give it to him, at least he did not spend your wedding anniversary fucking another pussy.
“Hey,” Dave hummed, getting up as he walked over to you.
“Hey,” you smiled, nerves kicking in as your head tilted down, watching your feet nervously.
“You look beautiful,” he said and you couldn’t help but sigh. You had decided on a new dress, black, with a zipper in the front that ran down the whole length. You wanted do look pretty.
For Dave.
You felt his fingers tilt your chin up, his eyes finding yours.
“Are you still sure about this?” he asked. You took a deep breath before you nodded slowly.
“Just… Just nervous. It’s been a while…. And…. I don’t know about him… here”
“We can get out of here. Just say the word and I’ll leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” you brought a hand up, resting it on his chest. He covered your hand with his.
“I want you to….” you pursed your lips, unable to say those words.
“You want me to fuck you?” he whispered with a small grin. You nodded.
“I want to fuck you too. Been thinking about your pussy since last week. Tasted so fucking good. You just need to decide if you want me to fuck you here, with your soon to be ex husband watching, or if I should take you to my place and make this pussy, my pussy, weep for me,” you felt his breath on your face as he whispered those words, your knees getting weak.
“How… How about… both?” you finally asked with a shy little smile.
He kissed you then, his lips pressing against yours for a quick but powerful moment. You whimpered.
“Greedy,” he hummed with a smirk.
“Where is he?” Dave asked as he slowly led you to your bed.
“Getting wine to make me drunk enough to fuck him,” you snorted and Dave rolled his eyes.
You yelped when he pushed you against the mattress, hovering over you immediately, his eyes darkening. You parted your legs and he settled between them. Your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his weight on top of you.
“Pathetic little fucker,” Dave hissed before he kissed you again.
You melted against him.
His tongue invaded your mouth, playing with yours, one of his hands running up your thigh.
“Dave,” you gasped, clutching the sheets as he kissed down your jaw.
“You smell so fucking good,” he hummed, softly sucking on your neck. his fingers playing with the front zipper of your dress, pulling it slowly until the pink lace he had gifted to you was revealed beneath.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” you heard a yell, following from a bottle shattering on the floor. Dave did not stop pulling at the zipper, his eyes on yours, until your bra was fully visible, the delicate lace hiding next to nothing.
“I’m about to eat your wife’s pussy,” Dave said and you could not help but moan as he lowered his head, his lips kissing the soft skin above your tits.
“You can’t… What the fuck…” Calvin cursed and you caught his eyes when he rounded the bed, now standing so he could look at you.
“Sucks to be on the other side, huh?” you asked him, hearing Dave chuckle, before he pulled at the lace, his lips closing around your left nipple, making you arch your back against his chest.
“You’re… you’re my wife,” Calvin argued and you moaned as Dave sucked.
“Happy fucking anniversary,” you moaned, your hands unclenching from the sheets to bring them into Dave’s hair, pushing him against your tits.
“I’m… I’m not gonna watch this,” Calvin said in disbelief, intending to turn around and leave.
“You sit right there on that chair and watch me fuck your wife, Miller,” Dave hissed, voice dangerously low, turning his head to look at Calvin who stopped in his tracks.
You pussy clenched at his tone.
“Or what?” Calvin asked, not looking back. Dave found your eyes, kissing you quickly before he got up from the bed, walking over to Calvin.
He leaned into him, whispering something against his ear. You saw Calvin clench his fists as he took a deep breath before he slowly turned around and walked over to the chair Dave had apparently put there just for him.
Calvin’s eyes found yours and he clenched his jaw as he sat down.
“Now, where were we?” Dave asked and you turned your head to look at him. Slowly he unbuttoned his dress shirt, pushing it off his shoulder, revealing his broad chest. Your eyes lingered all over his body, the prominent outline of his cock confided in his pants making your mouth water.
Funny that just a week ago you had not missed sex at all, when now you could not wait for the man in front of you to ruin you.
You sucked your bottom lip in as you looked up at him.
“Calvin, what was I about to do before you interrupted us?” he asked, his eyes not leaving your body.
There was no answer, until a dark look came over Dave’s face, breaking eye contact to you only briefly to look at you husband.
“You wanted to… eat my wife’s pussy,” he said quietly and Dave’s eyes lit up as he looked at you.
“That’s right,” he said, before his hands wrapped around your ankles, pulling you down towards the end of bed. He leaned down, his hand pulling at the front zipper of your dress, parting the fabric. His lips following the zipper with every inch of your skin it revealed to him.
“Like unwrapping a gift,” he said, kissing your stomach. He helped you get out of the dress, throwing it aside, before he got down on his knees, pulling each of your legs over his shoulders.
Dark eyes found yours as he leaned closer towards your pussy, taking a deep breath.
“When was the last time someone ate this pussy?” he asked, his fingertips coming to gently trace the pattern of the by now see through lace hiding your cunt from him. You were obscenely wet for the man kneeling between your legs.
“Years,” you sighed.
“Shame,” Dave tsked, kissing your inner thigh. You closed your eyes as his lips wandered up your thigh, almost to where you wanted him most when he kissed back down, starting the same pattern on your other thigh.
“Dave,” you moaned.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he asked, raising his eyebrow in a silent challenge as he looked up at you.
“Make me cum,” you said and he grinned.
“With pleasure.”
The moment Dave’s tongue slipped through your folds felt like the world shifted. He did not tease you, his tongue dipping inside of you while his nose moved over your clit had you moaning out wantonly. You fought the urge to throw your head back and close your eyes, keeping your eyes trained on the man who had you on the edge of an orgasm without even really having started.
The moan coming from his mouth as he tasted you for the first time was downright pornographic and a memory you’d replay often in the future.
He moved his tongue between your folds before he went higher, his tongue flicking over your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” you moaned out, your hands hesitantly reaching for him, one of his hands grabbing your wrists, pulling them closer towards him, your fingers disappearing in his soft hair. You scratched your fingernails over his scalp and he sucked your clit between his lips with a groan.
You were sure you were dripping on the sheets, your legs crossed behind his shoulders as you moved your hips against his mouth.
“I’m close….” you whimpered, your lips parted as you panted for air, your eyes closing for a moment before they snapped open when Dave slapped your thigh.
“Look at me when I make you cum,” he grunted.
With your eyes trained on him, your hand in his hair and his mouth on you it wasn’t long before he made you cum, your thighs shaking around his head as he continued to lick you up, giving you by far the best orgasm of your life while you moaned out his name.
He gave your pussy one last kiss, before he got to his feet.
“Ready for my cock?” he asked.
Slowly you sat yourself up, getting on your knees on the bed in front of him, pulling him down towards you, so you could kiss him. Your hands found his belt, unbuckling it.
“How do you want me?” you mumbled against his lips, eager to have him inside of you. You felt his lips twitch into a smile against yours, his hands unclasping your bra behind you, pulling it off your shoulders.
One of your hands finally slipped into his pants, pulling his cock out.
You tried to play off your surprise, but Dave saw your eyes widening. He pecked your lips.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, we gonna make it fit,” he winked.
You risked a glance down to his hard cock. He was not much bigger than your husbands, but much thicker. Precum pooled on the angry red tip, and you bent down before you could stop yourself, your tongue licking it off, moaning as you tasted him.
“Fuck,” Dave moaned and you looked up at him, seeing his eyes fixed on you.
You had his whole attention and you were loving it.
“Some other time sweetheart,” he said warmly, one of his hands cupping your cheek.
“Now I want you on your back so I can watch those perfect tits shake when I fuck my pussy,” he said. You shivered before you slipped back towards the center of the bed. Dave took his pants, boxers and socks off before he joined you on the bed. You parted your legs for him as he came to kneel between them, his hand lazily pumping his cock.
You had discussed protection in the week leading up to today, coming to know that Dave had a vasectomy years ago. With him getting tested regularly and you not having had sex with anyone in a long time you had given him the freedom to decide if he wanted to use condoms or not.
A big part of you was happy he didn’t because you wanted to feel him. All of him.
He nudged his tip against your folds, moving it over your clit repeatedly. He reached for a pillow, your husband's pillow, propping it under your hips.
“You’re dripping for me sweetheart,” he grinned. You sighed, your hands coming to play with your nipples.
Slowly his tip slipped inside of you and you stopped breathing for a second, enjoying the delicious stretch of his length parting your folds.
“Shit Baby…” you moaned, sucking your bottom lip in.
Ever so slowly, giving you time to adjust his cock filled you.
“You’re so fucking wet. Perfect just… fuck just perfect,” he praised you, groaning when his hips met yours, his cock completely inside of you.
You felt so fucking full.
“Move,” you whined.
“You’re such a whore,” you heard another voice, your eyes blinking as you registered your husband's voice, having completely forgotten about him.
You found Dave’s eyes on you before you turned your head to find Calvin obediently sitting in the chair Dave had pulled for him.
You took a deep breath before you turned your head to look at Dave again.
“At least I’m your whore then,” you said to Dave and he grinned before he bottomed out and thrusted back into you. You cried out.
He snapped his hips against yours, his hands grabbing your hips as he pumped into you. You threw your arms back, grabbing the headboard.
Sex had never felt like this. Yes, you did not have much to compare it to, but fuck that was what you missed? He ruined you, slowly, with every thrust inside of you, with every brush of his fingers on your body. He watched mesmerized as your tits shook with every thrust, before his arms pulled you up against him, into his lap, your chest against his. You crossed your arms behind him, your hands on his neck as he fucked up into you. His hands helping you move on top of him.
“Whose pussy is this from now on?” he asked, his voice dark.
“Yours Dave, fucking yours,” you moaned.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted, slapping your ass. Your pussy clenched around him and you watched him cock his eyebrow.
“You like that huh?” he smirked, doing it again and you moaned.
“Maybe you are my little whore after all,” he hummed against your ear, thrusting into you. He continued to slap your ass until you exploded around him, crying out as he fucked your through your orgasm.
It wasn’t long before he twitched inside of you, warmth filling you as he moaned against your lips.
Both panting against each other's lips you smiled, letting your hand fall against his, before he leaned down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, making you clench around his cock.
“That… That never happened before…” you said and he frowned, looking up at you.
“I never came when he fucked me,” you clarified and Dave’s jaw twitched before he kissed your lips.
“I should kill that fucker for how he treated you,” he mumbled against your lips and for reasons you had to unpack at another time, the thought made you clench around him.
“Interesting,” he mumbled, giving you a wink.
“You came inside of her? What the fuck?” you rolled your eyes back as you heard Calvin exclaim.
“And he made me cum. Twice. Guess it was not my fault you couldn’t after all,” you said without looking at him.
Dave chuckled, before he helped you off, his cum dripping into the sheets. He slipped his fingers between your legs, pushing his cum back into you, before he brought his fingers up, holding them out for you. You sucked them clean for him, moaning at your combined taste.
But as much as you wanted just to lay back and enjoy the afterglow, you did not want to spend any more time than necessary in this house.
Dave helped you out of bed, helping you into your dress before he got back into his clothes, pocketing your ruined panties and bra.
He gave you a small smile, taking your hand.
You walked towards the bedroom door when you stopped and turned around.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Calvin screamed behind you and Dave turned around faster than you could notice, his hand stopping Calvin’s wrist before he could reach you. He yelped in pain and Dave let go, stepping between you and your soon to be ex husband.
You took a deep breath, putting a hand on Dave’s shoulder who looked at you over his shoulder. You gave him a small nod, before you stepped to the side, still close enough, so he could intervene. Calvin was still looking at Dave with what you think was terror in his eyes.
“Did you think I would stay by your side while you fucked your way through the country forever? Humiliate me like that? I loved you. I wanted to spend my life with you, but you threw that away. And he helped me to see that. It’s embarrassing how long it took me. So we’re getting divorced, Calvin. You can keep the house and I keep my dignity. And my money,” you said.
Calvin looked at you now, his eyes filling with tears.
“Don’t you love me?” he asked, his voice small.
You took a deep breath, looking at the man you once loved so much. Feeling nothing.
“Not anymore,” you said, giving him a small sad smile before you took Dave’s hand.
Dave gave Calvin one last look before he grabbed your purse and led you out of the house.
#my fic#Dave york#dave york x female reader#Pedro pascal#fanficion#fanfic#fan fiction#dave york fanfiction#Dave york x fem. reader
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another submissive dilf!jay thought that randomly jumped out of the blue….crossdressing with dilf!jay.
imagine that you and jay are about to attend a social function and he sees you getting ready. and there’s something that truly gets to him whenever he looks at you getting ready. he thinks you look absolutely stunning from start to finish. whether you’re bare-faced or full faced, it doesn’t matter. he’s always starstruck by your beauty.
being the inquisitive, knowledge-seeking man he is, jay has always had a casual interest in makeup. tinkering around with makeup tutorials and seeing how it looks on him, learning about its rich history spanning all the way back to ancient egypt…..he’s fascinated by how both women and men used cosmetics for millennia as a way to beautify the self.
as jay sees you blending your eyeshadow, he has a certain desire in his mind - he wants you to put makeup on him. to him, the creation of glamour sounds like such an intimate, romantic experience. you see, glamour starts from within. and depending on who you are inside, it outwardly shows up differently and uniquely on everyone. for jay, he is the embodiment of a classy, vintage, gentlemanly glamour. but he’s also open to experimenting towards something different and not boxing himself to just masculine dapperness.
dare we say it? he envies you. he loves and relishes in his dapperness dearly. but as stated before, he’d love to tap into his girly, feminine side without the rigid social repercussions. and what better way than to do it with his lovely, endearing wife?
on that same note, he loves your lingerie….and not only does he find it incredibly sexy on you, but he would love for you to put it on him. sometimes, when he gifts you new lingerie, he wishes he could share them with you too. he wants you to do unspeakable things to him as he wears your pretty pink silk nightgowns, pink laced lingerie, sparkly pink stilettos, and more.
“p….princess?” jay nervously asks, “may you put your makeup on me sometime? and maybe your lingerie too? ehehe. daddy thinks it sounds real fun.”
jay didn’t mean for those last two sentences to come out. his mind-to-mouth connection vanished for a moment because of his desires flooding his mind. he hopes you don’t find him weird or anything…
“ah! princess oh my god I’m so sorry if i-
“daddy,” you interrupt, “i’d be more than delighted to do those aforementioned things to you. i think you’d look stunning in my skimpy little clothes. i have never seen this side of you come out but i’m glad it is.”
“r-….really princess?” he blushes, “thank you for the kind words. I love you so much. thank you for accepting this side of me. for a long time i thought you’d find it strange.”
“well all I must say is that you’re sexy and beautiful regardless if you’re wearing blue calvin klein boxers or pink victoria’s secret lingerie. that’s how deep my love runs for you. you are valid as is. and you are my stunning, beloved daddy no matter what.”
he gets even more flustered by your kind, affirming words. you give his cheek a peck and you two head off for the night. but jay is anticipating tomorrow far more than this event because he’s been dreaming of this for so long.
he’s excited for you to dress him up and beautify him, only for the lingerie to be taken off afterwards and the makeup to be smudged in tears after a good hard fuck from his pretty princess.
#enhypen smut#jay smut#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#sub!enhypen#dom!reader#sub!kpop#enha smut#enha hard hours#xoxo heidi ♡
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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS
CHAERI'S MASTERLIST
CHAERI'S LOVE LIFE IN A TIMELINE
Love interests - 2015 to present
A summary of dating, rejections and any romantic interaction between Chaeri and others
The night market - april 2013
In which Chaeri and Jungkook sneak out of the dorms during the trainee period
Chaeri and Jungkook as babysitters - march 2017
In which a little girl is asked to keep Chaeri and Jungkook's biggest secret
Isn't it wrong so good? - April 2017
In which Chaeri and Jungkook need some time alone
A love letter - summer 2017
In which Chaeri and Jungkook have a sneaky little date
Red gardenias - october 2018
In which a bouquet of flowers can be worth more than a thousand words
Chaeri's Bodyguard Betrayal - early 2019
In which we learn why Chaeri's bodyguard betrayed her
Silver lips 1/2 | Silver lips 2/2 - november 22, 2021, American Music Awards
In which Chaeri has an incredible urge to be the first to kiss her ex-boyfriend, Jungkook, who has just had his lip pierced
2 a.m. decisions - december 2021
In which a kiss leads Chaeri to a forced hiatus and, when she returns to Korea for New Year's Eve, Jungkook decides to visit her
A look through Chaeri and Hoongjoong's relationship - 2022 to present
Chaeri and Hongjoong first times - january/february 2022 to june 2022
Hongjoong and Chaeri caught in intimate moments - june 2022
In which Chaeri and Hongjoong end up on the front pages of local gossip papers
Fire mouth - june 2022
In which Hongjoong finds himself addicted to something he dislikes, only because he tastes it from Chaeri's lips
(+ a video about them parenting Ateez)
The Price of Love in the Public Eye - july 2022
In which Hongjoong experiences being in a public relationship as a kpop idol
How Hongjoong and Chaeri's relationship broke all the logics of the KPOP industry - second half of 2022
In which Hongjoong and Chaeri break all the logic of KPOP by being overly public with their relationship
When night comes - July/August 2022
In which Chaeri stays overnight at Hongjoong's for the first time
If by Chance - august 2022
Snippets of Jungkook's perspective on the relationship between Hongjoong and Chaeri
Checkered Flag for Love - september/october, 2022
In which Chaeri takes Hongjoong to a GP
Jungkook's 03.03.2023 live - live moments recalling January/February 2023
In which fans, during the live, notice obvious references of Chaeri and Jungkook during January and February 2023
Jungkook's 14.03.2023 live - live moments recalling January/February 2023
In which Jk's live on 14.03.23 is nothing more than a summary of his time with Chaeri at the beginning of the year
Eden's wedding - late january, 2023
In which Hongjoong cannot help but notice the way Jungkook looks at Chaeri
Calvin Klein 1/3 | Calvin Klein 2/3 | Calvin Klein 3/3 - march 2023
In which posing for Calvin Klein turns out to be a more challenging job than she'd ever thought it would be
Seoul Love On tour 1/2 | Seoul Love On Tour 2/2 (Two Ghosts) - march 20, 2023
In which Harry Styles' post-concert doesn't go as planned for Chaeri, as Jungkook has something to tell her
Calvin Klein Event - may 10, 2023
In which fans receive informations about Chaeri and Jungkook's argument
A Break-up? Speculation and theories - june, 2023
In which medias speculate about a possible breakup between Chaeri and Hongjoong
Seven - july, 2023
In which Chaeri is the guest star in Jungkook's new MV
You came - december 11, 2023
The night before Jungkook's enlistment
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Jungkook W-live 28 March 2023
I knew it.
I bloody well knew it.
I had this feeling in my gut that JK is going to show up for a live on that fateful eve of the 28th March.
You know, to announce the CK ambassadorship.
But then that could have waited a day, like after the actual company announces it.
Perhaps the CK thing was a good excuse. I mean, given the fact that he had a live for over an hour and a half and spoke about CK for about 5 minutes of it...
So yeah, JK came live and practically the full hour and a half was about JM, with a few minutes to whisper “Calvin Klein” and say he wouldn’t represent a brand he wouldn’t buy himself (do we hear a tiny little poke at a certain someone else here people? You tell me).
I saw tons of posts about the live. But I preferred to wait for the official translations, makes for a better viewing, not to mention better perspective – seeing the expressions when the words are being said is almost everything.
Before I start talking about what was said and done in the live, let’s bring up once more the one thing that would have been a given to be talked about under the circumstances, but all we got about it was deafening silence.
Letter.
The song that JK was clearly oh so excited about that he had to give us a cute little spoiler to with his guitar all pre-prepared playing us the tune (which he had to learn especially as he did the backup voice not the guitar playing - that was JM).
The one song that JK took part in on JM’s solo so exciting new album.
The one song that was created ‘for army’, same army that JK has written several songs for in the past, same army JK loves oh so much, same army that thinking about them at times brings him to tears, same army that he was sitting with him right there doing his live for.
The song that JM said in his Face live, one way or another (waiting to watch that one subbed and see the exact words he used) that was for Army (again, without playing it for army that are watching him do the live), and moving on, once again, without a single word about JK’s oh so loud involvement in this song. On an album that is personal to him, in a song that is his supposed letter to army.
Yeah.
That song and that JK and that army.
Not a single word about it from JK.
Not him bringing it up himself, nor him talking about it, mentioning anything about it, including when JM was speeding by the subject on Suchwita.
You’d think he’d be piping up oh so proudly at that point saying “yeah, the song I helped JM hyung made for army” or something of that sort. We’ve seen him do it many a times before.
Nope. No piping up this time.
As a matter of fact, not a peep from him about that song nor it's meaning nor his involvement.
I wonder why?
NOT
I really don’t.
I know exactly why.
And you do too.
JK turns on the live 28.3.2023 at 2:53 am.
He asks what did he come to do today? He came to watch JM on Suchwita with us. So, clear plan for the live this time.
He talks about starting to work again, working hard trying to find his own sound (me making happy sounds), using a straw because he’s been having trouble with his voice. So, he’s doing exercises for his vocal cords with a straw, something he saw in videos, including seeing Sam Smith do the same. He asks if it’s because of alcohol. Ahm…JK… maybe it's that other thing you're suspected of doing that might be affecting your voice?
Please don't come at me, but maybe, just maybe, he has been doing that one thing that's not too good for his health, and maybe his voice either. And maybe, just maybe, the straws, in mouth constantly is for his vocal cords, but also a way to stop partaking in said habit...
He asks if it’s because of the alcohol, and then turns around to say he bought the straws because of his voice but it’s perfect for highball. Lmao.
Ok, we are done with the straw explanations and we are all ready to start the actual live, lol.
He starts with a song he says he came across recently - a cover Haize did of Still with you that came out a few days prior to the live.
There is a reason behind everything JK does in these lives. The choice of song here, it has a meaning, it's not random.
So, we start a live that as we all know ends up to be all about JM with a song that we mostly believe to be related to their relationship.
JK talks about Haize and hearing her in a radio interview saying she did the cover because this was the type of song she wanted to write for her fans. Do I remind you that this is supposedly a fan song? Do we all believe it’s just a fan song?
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Interesting choice for JK to start the obviously JM heavy live with a song he wrote that we believe to be a Jikook song, a song about JK and JM but that army was given ownership over.
Do I have to remind that JK came straight out and said this song was written for army?
JK was way clearer than JM on this, no vagueness, no beating around the bush, writing this as a gift for Festa:
“I feel good because I was able to tell fans how much I loved them.”
And yet, Jikookers studying the song, the lyrics, in the context of Jikook and the rainy day fight, which JK himself brought up during that Festa, clearly felt this song was about those two. One of those songs, just like we feel Magic shop is, that army are told is for them, about them, but really has nothing to do with them. It might be a gift for army, a beautiful song as such, but it wasn't written about them, while coming from deeper, more private and personal feelings.
But did you see what JK did there?
He goes and writes a song about the rainy day fight, 'for army', 'about his love for army', a fight we would never have known about if not for him telling us about it during that very same Festa.
That shrewd little bugger (yes, I'm allowing myself to call him that), wanted those who know to know exactly what that song was about.
Kind of like Letter, don't you think?
We would never have known JM's initial lyrics and his use of dangshin if not for adding JM's journal to the album, for example.
I know I'm digressing here, but I just don't understand why it was so easy to take JK's story about Still with you with a grain of salt, side-eyeing it, attributing the song to Jikook with ease, all while with Letter it's all "if JM said it's for army then it must be..."
It just baffles me.
Moving on.
Before starting the main event JK gives us a couple of minutes talking about CK, that the video went up, smiling shyly, lol. “if you look you can see that I only have CK underwear…you can see the sincerity”. – He talks about the difference between doing the advertising work with the group (company decision more or less) to doing it for himself, which is his decision, and he decided to do something he really likes, something he would really purchase with his own money. He really loves CK.
“I can show you that my underwear is CK…but it’s kind of weird to show you.”
Lmao.
A true ambassador he is. Telling us he loves the clothes. That he’s going to wear them often.
He is really something else, lol.
Talking about how lately he threw out all his colourful clothes and wearing only black (well, we knew he was going through somewhat of an emo period), but he’s going to wear the CK denim now, lol.
That line of denim – I'm telling you, it's gonna be sold out in no time. You just wait and see.
He laughs a bit about how embarrassed and shy he’ll be with the video, and he giggles saying “I think you’ll really like it.”
A-ha JK. You knew. Lol.
He goes on a little bit more about how he enjoyed shooting the clip, how he couldn’t eat during that period and how he really loves that brand, but then switches, says enough talk about that (not in those words) and gets back on track. You know, for the actual reason he came live : “we need to watch Suchwita”.
14:08 more or less. He’s looking to put on Suchwita. Humming Jimin…,
then asking why doesn’t Jimin come up right away?
At first he can’t find it and he’s baffled by it, continues to look for it, actually kind of upset..
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He finds it at last: “it did come out. Scared me.” Smile on face.
Smiley happy.
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The way his features soften when JM is talking. Every single time JM is talking.
JK said, I want to say promised lol, to tell us the truth about the dumpling fight, how serious it was, “scary” in his words.
JK stops Suchwita to tell us how much he likes Set me free pt. 2. “it’s so my style. He did such a good job.” He also said how he likes the second part, we kind of see it later on as well.
So, we're back with Letter. Suga and JM are talking about the song. Serendipity is playing in the background. JK is smirking and humming/singing to Serendipity. No stopping the clip like he did to tell us about SMF pt. 2. No blink, no word, no humming or singing or bringing out the guitar to play Letter. NOTHING.
I can’t really tell if he’s upset, and maybe he isn’t. It’s kind of a given that this would have to be passed off as a song for army. An intimate love song they sing together, at the moment cannot be passed up as just that… A price to pay, I guess. One they both understand ever so well.
I said this once and I’m going to say this again. If Letter is indeed JM’s gift to army, a gift he is dedicating to army on his first solo album, didn’t he kind of move past it super quick? All with Serendipity playing in the background (why not Letter, the actual song ‘for army’?). And the body language. Oh JM, how hard it is for you to lie you poor baby. Well, you aren’t, not per say. Because the whole thing was set up that way, wasn’t it? The timing of the song on the album, the little references here and there, the PERFECT disguise. So kind of what these two do all the time, what JK did with Still with you. Omitting and sharing half truths or little wittle tiny white lies once in a while (JK’s “I go to his room cause he’s the nearest to me”). I was going to write “they kind of have to”, but there is no “kind of…” in this. They have to. Period.
And yet they find their ways...
I mean, JM’s album, phew, the queer coding, the clear clues in the lyrics, in his Playlist video, WOW. Just WOW. And then he sits with Suga and is asked about the songs and he says outright that some of it is too much to share. He’s sharing. He’s giving us clues. Those who are meant to understand do and will. Those that don’t understand probably weren’t meant to.
In any case, as per usual, the second you put me in front of a keyboard I start spewing shit. This is not a post about a one Mr. Park Jimin.
Or is it?
Because well, this is a post about JKs live. The one he came to do after he told his boyfie that he missed him too (come on now, we all know it wasn’t us he is missing).
But
Let’s do the math a minute. We do love our math, right?
If someone does a live but the whole live is centered around someone else, who is the post really about?
LMAO.
JK comments about JM’s hot food. I guess that’s what happens when JK isn’t around to foo foo his food for him…
He listens attentively, he nods in agreement to what JM says.
He giggles when JM’s giggling, with that look he gets, you know, that JM look.
He seems a little more serious, stoic, when it comes to Like crazy and the other songs on the album (other than Set me free pt. 2 that is). I have a little theory about it.
We are talking about the person closest to JM, his life partner, the person that spent the most time with JM during that 'darker' period the album is about. He knows what JM was going through. He was there by his side when JM was struggling. These songs, in a way, they might serve as a reminder of those difficult times. As happy as he is for JM and as proud as he is of him, it might be hard for him to have this reminder.
Anyway, JM giggles, JK grins.
Our neuro divergent prince stimming but focused on the show.
JK’s face when they show Black swan.
Proud bunny.
He finishes up with Suchwita and starts saying something about the way JM thinks but doesn't finish his trail of thought, noticing that he hasn’t really talked to the viewers during the whole episode – “I tend not to talk when I focus” (again, our neuro divergent prince).
Yes, he was quite focused.
As he continues to be throughout the live when JM’s on screen.
Next on the agenda, according to JK, was to play a song and “end now”.
Didn't really happen that way though.
The playlist during the live:
Love songs, eh? Interesting… Only thing missing was Letter. But wait, he already played Letter on the guitar for us …
He comes back from the toilet (yes, he went for a wee, I assume), says he’ll end the live when he finishes his last shot. Interacts a little with the comments, like reads maybe 3 and answers them, and back to sitting backwards on the couch and just listening to the song playing. He’s not in the mindset of interacting with the comments. That’s not what he’s there for.
6 songs in (a couple not listened to till the end), a couple of more comments read, intermission over and back to the JM show.
So, it seems, so he says, he’s curious about the lyrics of Set me free pt. 2. And we’re off to watch the MV. From his reaction at the end it’s pretty clear it’s not all the lyrics he doesn’t know, but more a specific word he wasn’t sure about – Maze.
He does know some of the lyrics already and part of the choreo too.
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In that second part of the song he silences up. Lyrics be damned. I guess JM bare chest was something needed to be focused on. He’s literally mesmerized. He did say he likes that part of the song…
Joke aside, I feel that the lyrics in the second half are more meaningful to him. We also notice that later on when he is watching the dance practice clip.
JK's scrolling and starts a video, JM centered video (members teasing JM), which he leaves on to watch. Enthralled. Enamored at parts. Giggly. Fully focused. Again, barely talking to us. And even when he talks it feels at times to be more to himself than to us.
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Clip ends, he tells people to watch and stop sending comments, lol (I can’t help but wonder what comments were coming up at that point…and those that understand, well they will understand).
*Trigger disclaimer - this next paragraph can be a little triggering to some. If the subject of JK and alcohol is not something you want to talk about or here, move on to the next paragraph.
He brings up the question of alcohol again. This is not the first time he talks about it. Asking himself why he poured himself this last drink and is he addicted. I don’t know JK. Well, not enough to say either way for sure. But I do know that he’s an active functioning, now working again young man. No, I don’t think he’s addicted. I think he does use alcohol as a crutch of sorts, perhaps like JM told us he was a while back. JM busy, while he wasn’t for quite a while. I touched on it in length in previous posts. I'm not sure he himself realises what addiction, actual addiction, means when he says those words. He seems to be getting back on track, but it takes time, and the drink it’s filling a hole that still needs tending to, but I really don’t think it’s an addiction, nor something to worry about, and him even asking that, in a way, also shows me that it isn’t. His awareness is key here.
JK goes back to watch the TV looking for Jimin again. He tells us he saw Pixid and it’s cool.
Guys, he’s clearly been watching JM content.
When you can’t have the real thing, you go for second best, I guess.
He watched the dance challenge for Like crazy, commenting/ complimenting JM’s a good dancer.
Notice once again how he's not watching Like crazy.
Then he puts on the dance practice for SMF pt. 2 once again. And super focused once again.
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This is when we see him smirk when JM sings the line (in the second part of the song):
Look at me now, I won't stop, even if they mock me
And after this JK joins in to the choreo…
He clearly loved that song. He did tell us there is something amazing coming when the teaser was coming out.
At this point he puts on upbeat music (Up all night by Kehlani and JB), runs to the closet to take out a lollipop to suck on, saying he’s bored. You know what him playing with that lollipop reminded me off?
That Jinjikook live, you know, with the lollipops and the hickey selfie.
Let’s understand for a second what song he has on:
Up all night by Kelani and Justin Bieber. Ahm…
He rewinds the song a little and he’s sucking hard on that lollipop with the song playing : “I think about all the ways you turn me on. And my bed gets lonely whenever you're gonе…”
And the man is sucking, real hard, all while these lyrics are playing:
But, baby, I'm a wreck without you (You)
All I do is fantasize about you (About you)
You're the light of my life, yeah, I mean it
Girl, you got what I want when I need it
And even when the sun don't shine
I'll be right by your side, holdin' you tight (Holdin' you tight)
And when you feel like nobody cares
I'll be right there to remind you that
You keep me up at night…
Then, a few more moments in, he’s done.
He has to go work on his stuff (ahm… what stuff exactly I don’t know…perhaps the stuff the song was going on about), takes the last sip of his drink bids us goodbye, as he suddenly wants to go work, says he needs to do something and end of live. There was real urgency there.
Hey, get out of that dirty mind of yours.
He could have just felt inspired by JB’s beautiful vocals singing about the ways she turns him on and how he fantasizes about her (whoever she was, that doesn’t really matter, cause we know exactly who Mr. Jeon there is turned on by and who he misses and fantasizes about)…
Yeah.
I’m going with that.
Inspiration.
Good thing he was sitting down and the lights were dimmed. We could have, well, seen said inspiration. That would have been some spoiler.
Side note:
JM commented about JK’s live on Weverse and again later during his pre-recording on that day.
The man was watching JK.
It’s clear from his comments.
And yet, he didn’t show on the live itself, comment during the live. Not one word.
Come to think of it, no one did (they could have been asleep, but they could have also just known when to keep away, lol).
So JM’s watching.
You know, the live that JK was doing about JM.
JM is awake and watching. But he’s not commenting.
Only to leave a comment on Weverse that it was cute - letting both us and JK know he saw it.
Like he didn’t want to insert himself while it was happening
Not stop the flow.
Sitting and enjoying watching the love of his life, taking him in being so endearing.
Literally sitting front row view, seeing how much love the love of your life has for you.
He wouldn’t interrupt that.
And if I’m already talking about JM enjoying the view, well I guess I should also share my thoughts about JK’s live.
You see, in my eyes Jungkook, he’s da man.
The man that told us he wrote us a song, all while making sure we know it's not actually for us.
He knows. He knows us Jikookers have hundreds of clips with JK looking googly eyed at JM.
Do I talk about Karmy having a good laugh about JK’s YT algorithm? How random it was for an unknown JM centered clip to just show up on his recommended? Unknown channel. How this clip showing up kind of means our man spends time watching clips with JM, probably Jikook too?
Anyways, man knows we see him.
Since 2020-21 he even tried to control himself more in professional surroundings, sometimes it worked sometimes it didn’t.
So, he places the camera sits back and just lets us watch him react to seeing JM, JM interactions with the members, JM interactions with himself, JM talking, JM singing, JM dancing.
You think he didn’t know what we would see????
Man is far from dumb.
Man knows we see him, know his expressions.
Man knows he melts into mush when he’s looking at JM.
And yet, he decided to do exactly that – let us see THAT.
Man is precious.
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new romantics — boo seungkwan, 부승관
🎵 daydreamin' - ariana grande, arabella - artic monkeys, off to the races - ldr, feel so close - calvin harris, automotivo bibi fogosa - bibi babydoll, light a flame - svt, you know you like it - dj snake
in which: the “goody-two-shoes”, university athlete boo seungkwan encounters a “rebel against-all-odds”, biker!reader and truly learns what it means to have fun while living life for himself alongside new found, and utterly careless love.
authors note: plz don't be mad i'm aware i owe u guys part 2 of the jeonghan fic and a "bed peace vernon" fic but.. no excuse tbh. wrote something like this a while ago and was gonna re-upload it but the more i re-read it the more i was dissatisfied so here’s this (hopefully way cleaner ver) instead.
tags & warnings: she falls first x he falls harder, strangers/annoyance to lovers, some cursing, reckless racing, reader is (strongly) implied to be a thrill seeker, harmless back and forth (flirty) banter, mentions of alc (legal drinking)
word cound: 4.2k
9:52 am
seungkwan suddenly came to an abrupt halt. he tightly held the large iced americano in his right hand and completely let slip his folder packed with research and syllabus papers in the left.
he begrudgingly looks down at his scattered papers, frustration growing by the second before looking up. in front of him and the reason for his abrupt stop was you.
you were running late on the first day of uni and had opted to take your bike to campus in a rush. you didn't even realize you almost ran into the guy until you were way too close for comfort.
you removed your helmet, your hair coming undone from underneath it. positioning your helmet onto the handle of your ride, you hopped off and immediately crouched down, trying to gather the papers that had dropped on the floor but your black leather gloves prevented you from doing so comfortably, slightly crinkling some in the process.
“just stop, you can leave them. It's fine.” the voice rushes out. you look up but can hardly see who was speaking. the sun was directly behind him, practically shining around his blonde hair like a golden halo.
he seemed kind of tall, and lanky but healthy. his backpack, the one you recognized too well that nearly all athletes here used, was slinked onto one shoulder. you stand up, squinting your eyes to protect them from the harsh rays of the beaming sun.
once face to face with him, you realized he was kind of, no, exceedingly handsome. he was rather well groomed, his skin fair with no marks and instead, a cute beauty mark right underneath his left eye.
he slightly backed up, looking at you muddled. it was obvious his tolerance was wearing thin as he picked up the rest of his papers and practically shoved them inside his folder, somehow without ripping or further crinkling any more of them.
you bowed repeatedly, embarrassed with your negligence.
“dude i’m really sorry about that, i’m usually way more careful on this thing i swear.” you practically pleaded, laughing dryly while pointing back at your all-black bike.
you silently prayed that he wouldn't be one of those rich snobs who would threaten to take it away or get your license suspended.
instead, he just raises an eyebrow, observing you without even giving the tiniest glance towards your bike.
“you should be more careful, someone could get hurt. oh and, do you know me that well to be speaking so casually?” he remarks rhetorically.
of course, you don't know him, he knew that as well.
“yeah no, you're right. my bad. i mean, my apologies.” you murmured, bowing once more at the boy in front of you. you could feel your cheeks growing warmer and warmer from embarrassment.
while bowing, his feet start moving and soon enough disappear. you look up and realize he has walked away, without even saying anything or regarding your apology.
“interesting” you whispered, head slightly tilted to the side. in a swift movement, you swung a leg over your bike and re-adjusted your helmet. revving your bike, the wheels tracked a bit of pebbled dirt before it took off, catching you up to him in no time.
this time, you don’t stop the bike. you use one hand to open up your helmet visor and turn to him, trying to get his attention as he was ignoring you.
“look, i truly do apologize. it looks like we’re heading the same way, how about i grant you a ride and save you time? morning classes start in 5 minutes and I guarantee I can get us there in less than 3” you offer, slowing down to match his pace.
“i’m fine.” is all he urges in a monotone voice, facing forward and slightly picking up his pace as the steps of the main campus start coming into view.
you simply hummed in response, putting down your visor once more before setting off, immediately creating a lengthy distance between you too.
you pull up into the student parking for bikes, motorcycles, etc., and hop off. readjusting your slinger backpack, you head into the building. pushing the dreadful encounter to the back of your mind.
boo, seungkwan was now two minutes late to his first lesson. usually, he would try not to beat himself up about something trivial but it was the first day and that professor was like the Korean students most wanted for this course.
he took a deep breath and finally, opened up the door to the classroom. the professor cocked an eyebrow before seemingly crossing seungkwan’s name off his paper, motioning for him to head to the back.
seungkwan took a glance at the wide lecture room and just as he suspected, practically all the seats were filled. only two scattered ones in the back remained. he heads up toward the back and absentmindedly sits down next to some girl.
she had pretty, long lashes resting onto her soft skin, hair slightly in her face due to her head down, and her plump lips formed into a subtle pout as she was already falling asleep.
she's pretty, he simply thought to himself. but really? falling asleep on the first day? in this professor's class no less? hopefully next time seungkwan can find another seat, a better seatmate to be precise. they probably won't be prettier but he wasn't here for that, he was here to raise his (already above-average) gpa.
9:48 pm
"guys thank you so much.. for bringing me to the world's lamest orientation party." seungkwan remarks, clapping his hands sarcastically.
his long-term friend and junior here, mingyu simply bows his head in shame.
it truly was boring. the room was split up into groups of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors. the drink stand had the blandest variations of alcohol and the food that was getting passed out had already gotten cold an hour in, of course after playing what seemed like a thousand ice breakers.
"dude i'm so ready to leave." chimed up lee chan, a fellow sophomore and friend.
“the moment it hits 10, i’m out.”
almost as soon as he said that, the door opened up and a girl walked in. she wasn't exactly tall but she had the height to her, she was dressed in all black head to toe, her dark hair was neat and pushed out of her face, her features soft yet eyes sharp, clearly searching for someone in the room.
seungkwan tried studying her face but she walked by his table quickly, he swore he’d seen her before.
"i gotta get back to my table, but once this is over lets go over to seungcheols apartment yeah?" mingyu declared before getting up and making their way to the junior table.
seungkwan turned back, simply nodding before lazily clicking his glass with the slightly younger chan
"you know her?" he asked, tilting his cup in the girl's direction who was now speaking to some guy at one of the club stands.
seungkwan hated seeing someone he wasn't even close to multiple times, once he noticed you, he'd see you everywhere. as if you had taken a dip into his daydreams, invading the air around him.
yet he still studied you once more before turning back, downing his glass in one go and setting it back down.
"nope, she looks familiar though."
now you had only walked into this orientation for one thing: to get your friend and go.
"vernon are you done yet?" you whined, watching as he paced back and forth, picking up the remainder of his items and stuffing them into his black backpack.
"okay, now i'm done. let's go" he says once he slips it on and makes his way from behind his club stand, grabbing his motorcycle keys and twisting them around his index finger.
"finally, time to have some real fun tonight." you practically beamed, skipping along to head outside.
you stop in your tracks a few feet from the door once you realize vernon is no longer walking beside you but is now by a table, having a conversation with two heads of blondes.
curious, you sneak up behind vernon, resting your head on his shoulder. once you peer at who he's speaking to, you can't help but smile. the familiar face now trying his hardest to not look right back at you.
vernon senses this almost immediately "you guys know each other?' he raises a question to the both of you.
"no,” seungkwan reacts quickly.
"something like that," you reply, conveying your most impressionable smile.
he falters once he sees it but fixes his eyes back on vernon, "no, we don't. just unfortunately ran into each other this morning."
you move from behind vernon and closer to the table. "oh please, the pleasures all mine”, you retaliate, sticking your hand out to shake his.
he does, although reluctantly and you use that opportunity to pull him out of his seat. once up, you wrap an arm around his shoulder.
"vern, why don’t we invite these lovely gentlemen to where we're going?” you ask, completely ignoring the very confused and shocked seungkwan in your arms.
funny enough though, he wasn't making an effort to get out, for which he could've easily done. instead, he listens in quietly, a part of him wondering if he could truly let go just once tonight after this failed orientation party.
he makes eye contact with a very excited chan, practically jumping out of his seat, already putting on his jean jacket.
vernon looks at you all, a small smile spreading across his face.
"i don't see why not.”
"he doesn't see why not, and you sir? what are you gonna do?” you ask looking at the boy still in your grasp.
he looks at you, face slightly flushed in embarrassment because he realizes a few other students are now looking in your direction. but you don't budge, keeping eye contact steady, as if you didn't even realize there were other people in the room.
vernon and chan looked at seungkwan expectedly, he nods shyly and chan clapped excitedly.
"finally, let's get the hell out of here now, please. i'll text mingyu and seungcheol about this.” quipped the younger blonde, already quickly typing away on his phone and making his way to the door with vernon.
you smiled, taking your arm off his shoulder.
you picked up the glass bottle of mexican coca-cola from the table, presumably his as it was in front of his dish. flicking the already loose cap off and onto the remainder of his untouched food, you wrap your lips around the top. downing the rest of his drink, right in front of him.
seungkwan watched your actions tenaciously. he didn’t speak up, or complain about you taking it despite you had only met once before this. instead, he just watched as your lips like a galaxies edge, wrapped around the tip of the coke bottle, taking back the last sip of his dark drink.
“you know for someone who seems to hate me, you sure do have a habit of staring.” your voice caught him off guard and he quickly realized he had been staring at your mouth for far too long.
you let out a small laugh, going on ahead outside “i didn’t think you’d agree after this morning.”
“I didn’t think i would either,” he muttered, grabbing his stuff and following closely behind you as you left the orientation hall.
once outside, chan was already on the back of vernon’s ride.
you take your jet-black helmet off your handlebars and toss it to the boy behind you. you caught seungkwan yet he still managed to catch it effortlessly.
"what about you... no helmet?" he asked warily, surveying your bike as if another helmet would just pop out of thin air.
“don’t need one," you say matter-of-factly as you mount your bike. you pat the space behind you before revving your engine. seungkwan looked skeptical of the accommodation and situation.
"oh c'mon on, i'll be fine. don't tell me you're backing out now" you teased, revving the engine once more.
seungkwan had a clear scowl on his face after your remark. chan laughed at the joke you looked but before he could say anything, vernon pulled out of the sidewalk and sped off.
seungkwan was anxious, should he let go so early in the year, with someone he barely knew? he's about to toss back the helmet, but when he looks at you, you're no longer butting jokes or rushing him. simply playing with some stickers you had put on your handlebars. your hair was blowing in the wind, and the chilly night air didn't seem to affect you.
just for tonight, he thought to himself. he walked towards you and boarded your bike without saying anything.
"ah c'mon, handsome. you should know this, hands round the driver,” you say casually, foot on of the peddles, ready to take off at any time.
nervously, he wraps his arms loosely around you, a smile tugged at your lips. his shyness was charming.
you take off, following in pursuit behind vernon and you can feel his grip tightening around your waist. his broad chest pressed against your back. his heart beating rapidly but steadily.
10:36 pm
you guys arrived at the race tracks, vernon and chan already standing by some bleachers speaking to another group. you pull your bike in front of the wide set of bleachers, seungkwan hurriedly gets off the bike as soon as you stop it and removes the helmet.
"thanks." is all he says with a slight bow before going back to join vernon and chan by the bleachers.
"still so formal huh?”
i’ll crack you soon. is all you think to yourself. you hop off your bike and are greeted by a few fellow racers pulling you into hugs and small conversation.
"it's about to start soon, you racing tonight sweetheart?" one remarks. you looked at the track, observing its condition with a small smile on your face,
you looked back at who spoke, a friend that got you into motorcycles and the entire lifestyle years ago, jun.
"hm, what’s in it for me?' you ask, your gaze no longer on the track or jun, but behind him. seungkwan was currently sitting by the lower edges of the bleachers, a can of beer in hand as he laughed at something chan and vernon said.
you forgot jun was speaking by the time you cut him off. "actually-" you start, slowly starting to walk by. "i think i do have something that might interest me" you remark, a sly smirk on your face as you looked on the blonde boy ahead of you.
something about him piqued your interest, you couldn't tell if it was the feeling of a brand new bike straight from the garage or if he was a person you'd want in your life. either way, the feeling excited you.
you walk past jun and inevitably the small group that had gathered around you, ignore their confused remarks and make your way to the bleachers.
vernon smiles upon you approaching, wrapping a lazy arm around your shoulder. you pat his back but shrug it off, nodding your head towards chan who is sitting to seungkwan’s left.
"can i steal your seat for a moment," you ask, to which the young blonde simply nods. downing the rest of his beer and motioning vernon to go get some more with him.
once you and seungkwan are left alone, you sit by him closely. observing him carefully.
the moon above shone directly on him. It's like the solar system routed him his personal spotlight wherever he went. he was barefaced yet he still looked incredibly handsome. realized he had more beauty moles than just the one underneath his left eye. the blinding lights around the race track slightly brightened his face.
"are you just gonna stare at me?" he asked, taking a small sip from his beer.
he was shifting his feet uncomfortably and not looking back at you but he made no motion to distance himself from you, you were close enough so that your knees and shoulders were slightly touching, brushing against each other at any slight movement.
"just returning the favor from this morning, is that not allowed?” you ask sarcastically. seungkwan practically splurts out his beer, your sudden remark surprising him.
"that was you in the lecture hall this mornig?' he asked surprised, he was now looking at you, total shock over his face as he wiped off any small beer spillage on his crisp black shirt.
you ignore his question, finding there is no need to be hung up on the obvious for longer than it should be. a personal philosophy.
"i have a proposition.” you exclaim, once again not breaking any contact.
he nods slightly, a sign to continue with whatever it was you had to say tonight.
“i'm racing tonight, if i win, let me get closer to you." you bargained. seungkwan sucked in a harsh breath, it felt like all his words, any rebuttal or joke or even just awkward laugh he could've left out got caught choked up in his throat.
he searched your face; your eyes, for any sign of insincerity. anything to show you might be joking but there were none. you were completely serious.
he ran his empty hand through his bleached blonde hair, as if stuck in deep thought before meeting your gaze.
"whats in it for me if we get closer?' he managed to ask. words spilling together like he still didn't quite believe you.
you smiled softly, and without even realizing it, upon impulse, you gently poked the beauty mark right underneath his eye. he was taken aback but didn't physically back away.
he looked around as if searching for a hidden prank camera and it earned a laugh from you.
"you’re cute. it makes me want to spend time with you. if you allow me to get closer to you, i can make your life a whole lot more fun," you state in a persuasive tone. dropping your hand from his face but holding it up by his empty one, urging him to shake it.
to lock in the deal.
he looked at you skeptically but you could tell he was intrigued. he brought his hand up swiftly, shaking yours then dropping it almost as soon as it started.
you held back a smirk. too easy, you thought to yourself. you got up as vernon and chan were making their way back to the bleachers.
"pay attention to me well, yeah?” you asked directly, mocking his bow from earlier. seungkwan held back a smile, simply raising his eyebrow slightly.
vernon yelled out once a bit closer, "yo reader! you're racing tonight right? they're calling you." while approaching the bleachers. chan reclaims his seat next to seungkwan and vernon sits on the opposite side.
vernon was now looking up at you as he adjusted his beanie.
"hell yeah i’m racing, i’ll be winning too,” you say confidently, showing a small wink in seungkwan’s direction. the others definitely noticed, vernon just thought it was your usual behavior so he didn't say anything; no matter how bad he wanted to.
you jokingly salute the three before making your way down to the track, jun was standing by your motocycle ensuring its condition.
you thanked him and hopped on, adjusting the helmet. whatever shampoo seungkwan used, it smelled like him now, a small smile tugging at your lips. it smelled good.
"what's got you smiling like that?' jun asked, pushing your head slightly with an index finger. you waved it off, no longer holding back the smile.
"the fact that i'm winning this race." you cooed in a sing-song voice.
jun simply laughed. bringing down your visor. with that, he murmured a small "i know you will." before tapping your motorcycle and slightly jogging off the track, maintaining a closer position by one of the grid girls he had been flirting with earlier.
with that, a shot was fired in the air and you wasted no time in taking off. immediately creating a large gap between you and the other racers.
the cool air hit your clothes, keeping you cold despite your layers which weren't much if you were being honest. the smell of the track excited you, racing thrilled you. so how could a boy, you just met, also be this captivating to you? you drifted easily past a turn, neck, and neck with another racer.
the beaming and flashing lights around the track illuminated the floor, there were flashlights from people recording and screams from people who bet money. the endorphin rush hitting them even if they were just watching.
it all felt so good, even better when you created another gap, suddenly feeling extremely motivated at the thought of your deal. with another turn of your handle and a bit more seed, you cruised past the finish line, a gride girl waving a big flag back and forth, signaling you had won and the race was over.
seungkwan didn't even realize when he had gotten out of his seat. mouth ajar and hands up in eagerness as he watched you easily pass the finish line. a part of him was hoping you’d have won and right now it was extremely evident.
he watched almost in awe as you leaned against the motorcycle, as if you didn't just do something so incredible in front of what seemed like hundreds of people tonight. you looked so free.
was this the life you were used to? he wondered, was this the fun you’d wrap him up in? the questions already started driving him insane.
cheers erupted all over the bleachers, your group of friends recording your victory and jun jogging up to reach where you had stopped. your heart was pounding loudly in your ears, the rush from the race taking you higher than any drug you’ve taken. you smile proudly as you remove your helmet.
jun stretches up his hand and you high-five it before he pulls you into a hug while holding onto your helmet for you.
one of the grid girls made their way over to you, saying something along the lines of "congrats, that was cool' while handing you a couple of bands of prize money. you gave a small and firm smile, accepting the cash but carelessly tossing it into one of your small hidden compartments.
once it was in here, you tapped jun on his shoulder "watch this for me for a few, yeah?” you ask with pleading eyes. he simply nods, slightly leaning into your bike while pulling out his phone.
with that, you start making your way to the bleachers, another smile on your face once you realize the three boys are already heading towards you.
"yo that was fucking crazy, damn you’ve gotta teach me sometime!” chan exclaimed. practically begging as he daps you up, patting your back before walking by, letting out a series of "ouuu" as he looks at our bike.
vernons reaction was more tame but he was still hyped.
“good job.” is all he says, patting your head a few times before following behind chan who is already making conversation with jun. you swore chan could become friends with anyone.
you turned back in front of you, the real reason you had made your way back here in the first place. boo seugkwan was enamored, to say the least, but he would never admit that out loud.
you take his canned beer from him and down it before crushing it slightly, not breaking eye contact with him. he was practically putty in your hands by now but he was pulling himself together to the best of his abilities to not show it.
"i didn't know you were soo.." he starts, lost in words as he looks at you. he already knows you are pretty, but it's as if a new light is forming around you. the same girl he'd sworn he'd avoid the rest of his academic year just hours ago.
"cool? beautiful? absolutely incredible at everything?” you teased at the now practically speechless boy in front of you.
he kicked a few pebbles in front of him, now avoiding eye contact as he spoke up.
"yeah," he replied simply, honestly.
it was your turn to be caught off guard, you didn't expect him to return the same amount of energy you'd been playfully putting out all night.
"get closer to me all you want. i implore you to," he says looking up, no longer timidly looking at nothing on the ground. he now returned the favor of firm eye contact, carefully watching your reaction.
you tried to find words, but for the first time since meeting him, it felt like all possible formations or words were stuck in your throat. the fact that he had this effect on you excited you beyond what you'd imagine.
it makes you feel like pulling out your playing cards as well, you’d play your ace if it meant more of these interactions with him.
you simply smiled looking at the boy in front of you.
this was about to be so, fun.
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Secrets and Lies - II
Mafia!Targaryens | Aemond Targaryen x F!Reader
Summary: Daemon Targaryen's family discovers that anger is not a good look on you as you get your first taste of revenge - the fruit so sweet you might just be addicted to it.
Word Count: +12k
Warnings: Allusions to gore, mentions of sexual assault, human trafficking and children in brothels, canon typical violence but make it ✨modern✨, reader goes feral-literally, reader and the green kids working as a team. (if you feel anything else should be here, then do let me know)
A/N: Raw work alert! this is not proofread, and way worse than the first part. I'll read it over and correct any mistakes when I encounter them, but any comment will be useful. Let me know what you think about this in the ask box!
This story will have one more, final part. Until then, you can find my other House of the Dragon works here.
You didn’t feel like going to class for that entire week. Calvin helped you with the classwork, and you were well caught up with your studies, but making that effort to leave the apartment complex was just too much for you to stomach. You even had Aemond turn in your digital electronics assignment for you, unable to gather yourself enough to leave. You would spend time with Alicent, standing behind her like a bouncer ready to throw hands at the slightest bit of danger, then you’d spend your afternoon with little Daeron, teaching him everything you knew about hacking, getting him a Linux to develop thievery bugs. You even helped him on his school assignments, not wanting to be left alone with your thoughts.
In the evening, you would go to Aemond and sit quietly in his study, catching up on the classwork as he did his reading. Even though you weren’t conversing, his presence beside you and the warm silence helped your brain refocus.
When you weren’t busy with any of the siblings, you would cover yourself up and take Coco up to the terrace and play with him, for the German shepherd was your best friend and was catching onto your fowl mood.
But today, on a fresh new Monday you are dressed magnificently in a black denim skirt and a lace black bustier top and a pair of heeled leather boots. You had opted with an all black aesthetic - even your makeup is intense with dark lined eyes and a black choker on your neck. Dressing up well always made you more confident, and you were filled with mad confidence and anger - unable to release all of that even with the week’s worth of harsh training with Criston Cole and the other guards.
I want to break something, you think. Pray no one crosses me today.
The day is as usual, you sit in class, go to the malware detection lab and work on your project. Per usual, you go out during the lunch hour and walk to the cafeteria where you find Aemond, Helaena and Aegon - and it is a rare sight, but one you quite enjoy. Aemond offers to carry your lunch for you, considering you were carrying your laptop case along with your bag.
The three siblings walk to the outside ground to sit in the sun, while you linger back a moment to speak with Sera, the only other girl in your class. She asks for your wellbeing, having learned from Aemond that you had been sick. You politely tell her that you are okay now and thank her for her concern.
It is on your way to the ground that you are irked by a sudden whistle, spotting a group of juniors - this one lead by Rawdon Bolton, the vile smirk on his face and the giggles of his mates making you angrier than you were.
“Why hello there,” He says walking over, voice laced with vice disguised as mirth. “You’re a foxy little lass today, aren’t you?”
You stand there, silently glaring at him, but Rawdon is not deterred. The bastard is too sure of himself, sure that he has easy prey, his pack of hyenas snicker at you.
“It’s a bit odd to see such a lass alone by herself,” Rawdon smirks. “Maybe you could use some pleasant company.” He reaches forward and touches your arm, the touch of his soft, sheltered hands disgusting. You are quick to react to his filthy touch and push him down - he is now laying on the floor with your boot resting on his chest and you glower down at him.
“You didn’t need to do this to get me to lay down baby,” he laughs, icy eyes dark. “Although, I do quite enjoy this view,” he raises his arm in a deliberate motion, soft cold hand coming to rest on the exposed skin just above your knee.
Your blood boils at his lewd words and touch, body acting off its own accord as you grab the hand that lays on your thigh and twist it in the opposite direction until you hear him scream at you to stop, call you crazy, tell you his daddy will have your head, and ultimately a loud snap followed by Rawdon Bolton’s cries of pain.
His elbow is bent at an awkward angle as you step off his chest and pick your laptop case back up and dust yourself, not bothering to look back as you strut away, to the Targaryen siblings.
The three siblings watch you in awe, pride filled in their purple-violet gazes. “That was the shit!” Aegon chuckled, and Helaena nodded in agreement.
“Our feisty girl is back!” Helaena declares, and the four of you sit down to eat the food. You are not too hungry now, but a sadistic satisfaction warms your heart as the whispers around you grow louder, filling you with the good gossip about Rawdon Bolton’s nearly broken arm.
“If you didn’t break his arm, I would have.” Aemond says, but he has a rare, proud smile on his face. You grin sheepishly, and then sit down by the steps.
“Well, that was the entertainment, but now it’s time for food,” Aegon declared, unceremoniously dropping his arse beside you. “Well?” He pointedly looked at Helaena and Aemond, who sat on the steps below you and opened their food.
The day passes quietly enough after that - people moving out of your way when your imposing figure walks by them. You enjoy this - the power that you gave yourself.
“Girl what the fuck am I hearing about you?” Calvin asks the moment you enter class.
“Well, he came to me first,” you shrug. “What was I to do?”
Calvin gives you an incredulous look, his mouth agape. “You do realise exactly who you messed with?” He looks ahead and shakes his light brown head. His warm brown eyes are wide in alarm. “He’s the heir of one of the more powerful families in Westeros, you’re messing with the Mafia here!”
“And I am friends with the Targaryens,” you say, looking up at him through your brow. “I literally don’t give a shit about the Boltons.”
“Yeah, right.” Calvin rolled his eyes. “And I am the mafia queen,”
“My Range Rover didn’t come out of thin air,” you snap at him, irritated. “Calvin, this has nothing to do with you, why are you worried?”
“You have a Range Rover?” Calvin’s eyes are threatening to bulge out of their sockets.
“Are you fucking blind or what?” You say incredulously. “Did you even sleep last night?”
“I… think so?” He says, blinking absently. “I smoked weed last night but other than that I don’t know.”
“That actually explains a lot.” You sigh, anger deflating.
“I’d be worried if I were you,” He said, taking out his laptop.
“Hmm,” you murmur. They should be worried about me, you thought.
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You’re currently in the Director’s office, who looks downright terrified of the woman sitting beside you. You had no surname, leaving the KLU admin to believe that you could be scared, but one word to Alicent and she left her husband’s side to storm in and speak some words to him.
“Well, Professor, it is a problem that you are accusing her of being violent when you didn’t question the Bolton boy’s inappropriate behaviour with other women.” Alicent says. “It doesn’t leave a good impression of you. She is the only one who bothered to respond. I will not have this abuse of power by a family of human traffickers.”
“I didn’t know, ma’am,” the Director starts.
“You didn’t know about Rawdon Bolton’s inappropriate behaviour towards other students or did you not know that this girl would have connections with me?” Alicent says. “Either way, I am letting this slide only this one time. If I hear one more complaint about young Mr. Bolton going unanswered, I will have your head. Am I clear, Professor Quent sir?”
“Yes ma’am.” He nods, even though his clenched jaw twitches.
“Good,” Alicent smiles. Then, calling your name, she waits for you to leave the room before following you out. “That was a little reckless of you, my dear.”
“I know,” You sigh, not regretting your action, rather being upset at making Alicent come over. “I couldn’t really help myself when he was touching my thigh,”
“My sweet girl,” Alicent says, holding your hand delicately, “I am so proud of you for breaking his elbow. Just keep in mind that next time, no one sees you doing it.”
“Okay,” You nod, storing that advice in your head.
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You keep that advice in mind as you learn to creep around, hacking into the security systems of the “abandoned warehouses” all over the city of King’s Landing. Daeron helps you whenever he can, finding his purpose amongst the numbers of your Linux and the viruses you can build.
You are keeping all of your friends in the loop - as much as you want to, you know you cannot bring down an entire family without help. Aemond’s obsession with history combined with his electrical engineering degree gives him curious ideas about different torture devices, more than glad to let you experiment on potential targets. Aegon with his deep knowledge of toxicology gives you the poisons for your pins - the kinds that destroy the pin and the target once hitting the skin, untraceable by common post-mortem tests, or the kinds that render the target unconscious for long periods of time. You’ve only tested the second kind as of yet - only immobilising the guards that threatened your presence.
Helaena is your rescue darling, her kind face is enough to lure the young children into the truck, driving away to a safehouse until their homes can be tracked.
It all began with Rawdon Bolton’s filthy hand on you - you guessed you could thank him for being a filthy beast, but you like to think it was Alicent’s advice to remain unseen that really kicked into action.
You’ve spied on all the big families by the time your semester comes to an end - learning that the Starks are leaning to support Rhaenyra once old Viserys finally dies. The Lannisters would support Aegon, and the Baratheons were leaning towards Aegon too. But this little council of you and your friends had other plans, plans that you had been working on for more than a while. The documents were ready, and now you only need the signatures of two people forged well enough to fool the attorney.
With Viserys’ declining health and your rather…stauch reaction to Daemon, Alicent had not extended any further invitation to Rhaenyra’s family, even as her heart begged for a semblance of their old friendship. But some ties were better left broken.
Aemond, by extension grew even more resentful of Daemon, Rhaenyra and the Strong Boys, all of them being favoured by Viserys and being let off their crimes unpunished and without reproach.
It is one of the more rare quiet nights since you have taken on the mission to destroy the Boltons step by step, and you are in the quiet of Aemond’s room, illuminated by the reading light on at his desk. The dim light of the room feels like home, and you are laying in his bed, the smell of limes and new books covering you, cocooning you in a safe haven. Aemond is presently brushing his teeth before he lays for his nightly reading, the running water and the rapid opening and closing of boxes signalling the end of his nighttime routine for his skin and hair.
The tap turns off and he steps out of the bathroom, patting his face dry with a fluffy towel, smiling as he spots you laying on his bed. “Well, hello darlin,” he says, putting away the towel in a hanger. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Nothing,” you say, turning away from him to bury your nose in his pillow. He has the finest silk pillowcases - good for his hair, he claims - and you know that he spends the same time worrying about the texture of his hair just as he cares for Vhagar. You don’t think it’s fair for him to have such healthy, soft hair. “Can’t I be here just because I want to?”
“Well,” he says, sitting at his desk and picking up his book. “Would you like me to read to you?”
“See, I knew you were a smart man.” You say. “Come here,” you pat the spot beside you on his bed, and he rolls his eye with a chuckle, yes ma'am.
“What do you want me to read to you?” He asks, the warmth of his body now beside you. He smells of limes, leather and the new book that he holds.
“Whatever you want to,” you smile, sinking further into the pillow.
He starts reading about Old Valyria and how the first legends came into being. His voice is firm and soothing - you stop hearing his words and getting lost in the smooth tone of his voice. You've already got your arm thrown over him, across his hips and burying yourself in his side by the time you realise what you're doing. You think of pulling away, but he drops his arm on you, holding you close.
You look up when you stop hearing his voice, only to find him staring intently at you. His one lilac eye is dark and full of emotions you have never experienced. You have lost all your vocabulary, and your words are stuck in your throat, not daring to come out. “Aemond,” You say, staring into his intense gaze. The sapphire in his eye gleams wickedly in the dim lighting of his room. His shoulders are warm under your hands, and you are leaning to his pouty mouth, the heat of his body making you forget your words.
“What is it, my darling?” His smooth voice distracts you for long enough to remember your words.
“Kiss me,” you whisper. His large hands are on your face, and you melt into their warm, falling into his lap. "Kiss me until the only thing i know is you,"
Aemond's lips are on yours in an instant, devouring you like a man starved. A fire is ignited in your veins, fingers clutching at his black dress shirt. His familiar scent of leather and limes envelopes you, and his mouth feels like home, moulding against yours perfectly. His hands glide down from your face to the base of your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His body is tense, and he is holding back for your sake so your hands go to his silver hair and tug down the hair tie, letting his soft hair fall free and tangle your fingers in those strands until all your senses are full of him and him only. He is on your skin, on your tongue - you can hear him inhale sharply and you can see his one eye closed in pleasure - his lovely scent of leather and limes is so strong you can taste it.
“My beautiful darling,” He breathes against your lips, hands still resting on the base of your neck. “I wish I had both of my eyes so I could see you the way everyone else does,”
“It doesn't matter what everyone else sees,” you whisper against his puckered lips. “I only care about what you see,”
“Perfection.” Kiss. “You're intelligent,” Kiss. “Smart, so smart and so strong,” Kiss. “So pretty and so good to me,” This time, his Kiss lingers, filled with emotions that words couldnt convey. “Owner of my heart… and soul, if I have one.”
“Oh, my love,” you take his face in your hands and plant little kisses all over his face, stroking his sharp jaw. “I have always been yours,”
“Mhm,” he hums, planting another kiss on your forehead. You try to resist the urge of rubbing yourself on him, but your will breaks once his warm hands are on your cold arms - you lean against his chest and deeply inhale his comforting scent, rubbing your cheek against his warm neck to get comfortable. His muscles are firm under your touch, and you know the training does him wonders - his clothes and lean frame are very deceptive, you’ve discovered.
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Everything was going according to the plan - all your documents were ready, you just had to get to Viserys’ room. Daeron took the nurse out for a long moment while you and Helaena sneaked into the room. And presently you found yourself waiting for Viserys to gain a semblance of consciousness with the drug Aegon had handed you.
You quickly step away from Viserys’ line of sight, trying not to chuckle at the odd look of Helaena pretending to be Rhaenyra. The older woman’s style is going to be a big no for your friend - and everyone agrees to that. Helaena is a gentle person, but she couldn’t be a Targaryen without a deceptive bone in her body, and she presently she utilises her skills of mimicry, and the delirious Viserys believes Helaena to be his only child, Rhaenyra - and messily signs each paper that you hand him, not even bothering to ask what the document says.
“Be happy, my child.” Viserys says as the effect of the drug starts wearing off.
“I will be now, father,” Helaena says, surprisingly good at pretending to be Rhaenyra. You leave as quietly as you had entered and went to your little experiment lab to splice the monitor footage to Viserys’ power of attorney who was surprisingly a supporter to Aegon’s claim as the heir and wouldn’t hesitate to claim your words to be true. Aegon had already spoken with Jasper Wylde, and he had already shared the footage you needed for the splicing.
You sit in front of your computer, eyes glued to the screen, acutely aware of eager Daeron sitting beside you. His soft lilac eyes are wide and focused on the screen and you, watching you edit the footage of Jasper Wylde to adjust the lighting according to Viserys’ room. You remove yourself from the footage and overlay Wylde instead, leaving Helaena sitting on the old man’s bedside. You had Aemond and Criston watch through the entire footage to ensure it was seamless, watching it over and over again to reassure yourself that nothing seems out of the place. You modify the storage drive a little and around five hours later… voila!
“I didn’t realise it would be this fast!” Daeron says, seemingly blinking for the first time in hours. “And it looks perfect!”
“It took us five hours, my man.” you say, leaning back in your chair and stretching out your now stiff arms and back. “It’s not efficient enough - we need a lot more practice.”
“Considering it was half an hour worth of footage, I think you’re doing great.” Daeron says. “I have a lot to learn from you still, sweet sister.”
“And you shall learn,” you say, ruffling his blond head. You can’t remember, but you do think you had a little brother back when you were six. Somehow seeing a ten year old ball of sunshine and energy made your young teen mind remember - that, or your mind built this false memory to explain the attachment to little Daeron. He was a child prodigy and an overachiever much like his long-haired elder brother, but he still had a year and a couple of months left of high school. Yet, to your mind and heart, he was still the little boy who brought joy to you in your worst time, even as he has grown to be taller than you.
“You’re deceptively smart,” he notes. “It’s a good thing you’re scary to look at.”
“Do you think I'm scary, young man?” you ask, raising your brow.
“Only when you’re mad.” He says, blinking innocently. “You’re great at hiding your emotions behind a dull expression, it’s scary how convincing that is.”
“Hmm,” you acknowledge, not bothering to utter the reason. Aemond comes to fetch you a while later, and you leave Daeron as he was going through Rhaenyra’s apartment security footage. You gather the copies of the documents and leave with Aemond and the dogs to hand them over to Wylde.
Coco and Vhagar are fighting amongst themselves in the backseat of his Rolls Royce, scratching up the expensive leather, but neither of you care. You sit back in your place as the passenger princess, head against the glass of the window and eyes on the beautiful man driving you to your destination. His long silver hair is tied in a long, loose braid, and you wish to pull the hair tie open.
You reach your destination without drawing much attention and Aemond hands over the documents to Jasper Wylde in a room only having them two - you wait in the car with Vhagar and Coco, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself.
Soon, you get to an expensive cafe and spot a few paparazzi following Aemond around, clicking pictures of the two of you. He holds your hand and stays on the side of the cameras, shielding you from the attention neither of you want or need. You grab a little meal and your coffees with puppuccino for the dogs. They happily yap away the unsweetened whipped cream you hold for them, then Aemond proceeds to act like a total gentleman and open the door for you and help you in, earning a glimpse of your beautiful smile. He glares at the reporters recording you and then swiftly drives away to the park, where you spend the evening with your dogs playing as you finish your coffees and the pasties.
It’s only dusk when Aemond has to leave for a moment, he has a call he cannot ignore. You hold both Coco and Vhagar’s leash, absently walking the park full of people and their pets. It isn’t until Vhagar growls that you pay attention to the young man of dark hair and a rather plain stature in front of you. You’ve seen him a few times before, and the resemblance he holds to his brother is uncanny.
Lucerys Velaryon stands in front of you with his young bloodhound, Arrax, a slight smirk on his face and one hand stuffed in his pocket. You give him your best dead eyes and walk away, having to force Vhagar to walk. You know she is angry at Lucerys, she always is whenever he is over. But she obeys to you, reluctantly.
“You should realise that my uncles and aunt are not Targaryen heirs,” Lucerys says the moment you take your first step away from him. “Aemond is certainly not of any use to you if it is power and money that you are looking for.”
“I have no words to say to you,” You say, trying to walk away again. Vhagar is growing impatient at his voice, her nerves rubbing off on Coco as well as your German Shepherd begins a low growl at Lucerys. Vhagar tugs hard on her leash, and your hand strains to hold her back - greyhounds are one of the fastest dogs, and her limbs are tense, ready to pounce on her target.
“I am just saying that you’ll have more to gain by staying on our side than theirs.” He shrugs. “My mother and step-father will reward you generously.”
At the mention of his stepfather, you grit your teeth, whilst still struggling to hold back Vhagar with one hand. In a moment of weakness, she breaks free of your grip and pounces towards the young man, her jaw wide open, ready to snap. Lucerys barely has any time to react before her jaw snaps, only managing to nip at his little finger before you manage to get a hold of her leash back. “Vhagar, NO!” you scream. She stops, but is still growling at Lucerys, who looks at the greyhound with terror.
He holds his bleeding finger against his chest, the bite not being deep enough to take his finger off. Considering the force of Vhagar’s bite, Lucerys is very fortunate to have gotten off this easy. “Filthy beast bit me!” he accuses.
“You should be glad I held her back in time, boy,” You say through a clenched jaw. “If I hadn’t, she’d have bitten your hand off. Hounds don’t forget people that harm their humans, you should know that.”
“Bitch,” he swears at you before walking away, shaking his hand.
You force yourself to take a few deep breaths and calm down, then walk the dogs again as Aemond jogs up to you to catch up. He takes Vhagar from you and wraps his free hands around your waist, pulling you close and planting a quick kiss on your cheek. “You seem tense, darling.”
“Vhagar was not happy to see your nephew,” You say. “Can’t really blame her though, neither was I. Lucerys Velaryon is not a sight for me.”
“And did something happen?” He asks, hand squeezing your side tighter.
“Vhagar tried to bite his hand off, but nothing I couldn’t handle.” You shrug.
“You shouldn’t bite people unless you are in danger, Vhagar,” Aemond playfully chides her, and she whimpers in response, rubbing herself against his leg. “I know you are mad at him, but you’ll have your time my sweet girl.”
The next morning and the mornings after that, you and Aemond are all over the Page Six news - with the photos from the cafe and a few from the park, and you’re suddenly very uncomfortable. You hadn’t noticed any paparazzi in and around the park, and the thought that someone had been monitoring your movement sends chills down your spine.
“They’re calling you a mystery woman,” Aegon chuckles at breakfast a few days later. “Find out all about the mystery woman with one of the most eligible bachelors in King’s Landing, the headline says, which is not true, considering I am still single.”
“It’s too early for this, Aegon,” you groan. “They’re just gossiping, it’s like their job.”
“Honey, it is their job,” He corrects you. “Although, you two do look cute together. Since when did you become so handsome, Aemond?”
“The moment I decided to speak with my darling,” Aemond answers with a rare smile on his face.
“Holy demons from the seven hells!” Aegon curses, “Who are you and where have you taken my baby brother?!”
“Aegon, shut up,” Helaena speaks up. “Literally no one cares,” she looks at you and then at Aemond with a little smirk. “You two are really cute though. I’d say you keep charms to ward off evil eyes. Too much negative energy and people these days. I like the change she brings in you, Aemond.” She adds, and your face heats up. You love these people so much, you wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Your phone rang, and seeing a video call from Daeron you grinned. "What is it, young man?" You say once his silver head comes on the screen.
"I know you are all gossiping away without me," He whines. "Hi, my brothers and sister,"
"Don't you have classes to attend?" Aegon asks, coming up behind you. "This is very insincere of you, Daeron,"
"You're one to talk," Aemond chuckles. "It's probably his break time."
You look at your little family and smile, leaning into Aemonds warm body beside you, resting your head on his shoulder. Come the night, you will be a different person - and you cannot wait to be one with the shadows once again, to have a taste of revenge.
The night did not get a chance to come - sick, old Viserys decided to leave the realm of the living that evening, and the word spread quickly. Rhaenyra and her family arrive - and you note that the only ones with moist eyes are Alicent and Rhaenyra.
It does not come to you as a shock - Daemon Targaryen’s absence - for he has never shown emotions other than lust or fury. Perhaps some say he shows love for his wife, but he does not even utter a word of respect to the one he owes everything to.
It does surprise you that Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey do not shed tears for their grandsire - as horrible as Viserys was, he did care for his grandchildren even more so than he cared about his own as you knew. They are dressed in a dark maroon, and not black or white as the customs rule. The three of them are seemingly enjoying themselves, gossiping away while throwing glances at you and your friends, all of you dressed up in fine black clothes. A light champagne is served to the few guests present - mostly people from Viserys’ council.
Jasper Wylde nods at Aegon and Aemond not paying the rest of you any attention. He stands in the front of the room, beside Viserys’ casket and clinks his glass. “Viserys Targaryen, our stern, kind boss has unfortunately left us on this sad day.” He begins, voice deep but loud. “And I cannot disrespect Boss by delaying the reading of his will any further. A few days ago, Viserys had awakened for a short while and had me come to meet him,” he says, silencing everyone in the room with his words. “And he had me draft a new will for him, the will that I am going to read out to you now.”
“I, Viserys Targaryen, the first of my name, am leaving my business accounts, responsibilities and by extension the buildings of the Red Keep and the handlings in Westeros in my wife, Alicent Hightower’s hands.” A sudden, collective gasp took over everyone present, and you forced your face to a mask of mild surprise - as did Aemond. Aegon played his part of the clown well, with wide eyes and an incredulous grin. Helaena acts ignorant as she usually is, unbothered by everything. Daeron watches with big, curious eyes, seemingly inhaling every word uttered.
“To my eldest daughter, Rhaenyra Targaryen, I leave Dragonstone and StygianMarble.” Wylde reads. “Further, I leave Alicent Hightower the freedom to choose her heir per her wishes.”
“This is a lie!” Rhaenyra screams, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “My father would never do this.” She storms to Jasper Wylde and snatches the documents from his hands, violet eyes raking over the paper, turning pages furiously seeing Viserys' messy scrawl of a signature. The horror on her face only intensified on seeing the signed papers. “This is not real.” She exhales a shaky breath.
“I’m afraid not,” Jasper Wylde says. “This was his will, and I shall not disrespect him by listening to your vile accusations.”
“My father would never do this,” Rhaenyra says. You look away from her dishevelled state - she had given birth a few weeks prior, a healthy boy she had named Aegon III Targaryen. And you look over a wide eyed shocked Alicent, who stands beside her equally shocked but more composed father.
“I think he prevented a war from breaking out,” Tyland Lannister says. “Whether people support your claim or Aegon’s - they will all listen to Boss. It's time we have an experienced Mafia Queen.” The last comment is directed at Rhaenyra - the accusation is true but did not elicit a reaction.
“Look at her!” Rhaenyra says, pointing to Alicent. “She didn't even know my father left that in her will.”
“That is because it was between him and me only,” Wylder says.
With the corner of your vision, you notice Steffon Darklyn, one of Rhaenyra’s most trusted bodyguards reaching for the hilt of his hunting knife and you don't have to guess for it to be aimed at Alicent. With quiet steps you blend into the shadows, seeking out their company once again as you swiftly make your way towards Alicent’s shadow. They once again prove to be your trusty companions, and Steffon doesn't notice you and freely approaches the new boss with his arm raised slightly.
Like a shadow demon, you extend your hand and grab him by the wrist with a vice-like grip. You glare at him with the stare of death and he is half startled into submission and he drops the knife, the blade hitting the white marble floor with a loud clang, caught red handed in the act of trying to attack the new boss. You press your lips together, glaring at him in disapproval. “It's not kind to attack a grieving woman at her husband’s funeral.” You quietly say. “Much less in her own house.”
“She’s stealing what is rightfully my Boss', and I will not idly stand by and watch. She is a thief and she’ll get what she deserves” He says through gritted teeth. His free arm grabs for you, almost bruising on your shoulder. “And you are no one to speak to me like that little girl. Let me go.”
When you don't, Steffon twists the wrist in your grip, trying to break free as the bruising grip on your shoulder loosens, the action too quick for you to react. A harsh punch lands on your jaw, and you kick him in the knee, more out of reflex than thought of action. You're not phased too much, honestly you had much worse than that before. Your eyes tear up in response to the pain, but his reaction is much worse - the older man falls to one knee and grabs his injured one, yelping in pain. "Bitch!" He grunts.
"Darklyn!" Rhaenyra yells, angry eyes set on you. "Why would you do that!?"
You don't say anything, just glare daggers at the silver haired woman, eyes asking more questions than your mouth ever could. "I didn't know you wore glasses," you finally say when Alicent gently nudges you, finally over her shock. You massage your throbbing jaw and crack the joints of your neck, wiping away the spit that had fallen at the punch's impact.
Aemond is quick to be at your side and his siblings follow closely, Aegon and Helaena standing on Alicent's side and Aemond and Daeron on yours. "Be careful of the words that leave you next." Aemond warns, voice dangerously low and threatening. Your glare only intensifies with the added confidence.
"Who even is she to speak to in matters of the family?" Jacaerys comes to his mother's defence. Eyes on you, he adds "You're a no one,"
“She is more family than you have ever been,” Helaena mutters, but it's audible in the silence of the room.
“Your personal guard tried to attack the new boss,” Jasper Wylde warned, earning nods from other members of old Viserys' council. “And you claim his will is a lie, and refuse to accept his decision. You are not doing any wonders to your reputation, Rhaenyra. I would advise you to grieve in peace and then act according to your father's will. He would appreciate that. Don't you trust his decision this time? The one last wish that he had of you?”
The silver-haired former heiress calms down a bit at the lawyer's words as Steffon Darklyn is carried out of the room with two of Rhaenyra’s trusted guards. “I would like to examine the documents myself once,” he finally says.
“They are all yours,” Jasper Wylde hands the pile of bond papers. “You can examine them all you want.”
Rhaenyra and her eldest frantically go through the document, studying the paper and examining every single signature of the dead old man.
You thanked whatever divine powers worked this out - that you were able to get the old man’s signature just about a week before he died. You eye everyone in the hall - from Jason Lannister, to Rickon Stark to Criston Cole, Borros Baratheon and the Tyrell girl - the members of Viserys’ council, Otto Hightower and the rest of the family and Rhaena and Baela. The only immediate family member missing was Daemon Targaryen, not even respecting his father-in-law in his death.
Rhaenyra already had tears in her eyes, but now her face is a mask of disappointment and disapproval. “I know he wasn’t in his right mind when he had you write this.” She firmly says. “These might be his words, but he would have never wanted that. I am not sure what you drugged him with, but he’d never do that to me.”
“Even with this will, you are getting Father’s most profitable business,” Aegon says, hands crossed over his chest. His eyes are tinged red - from rage rather than melancholy. You’re not sure if the bitterness in his voice is forced. “He gave you arms production, and your apartment. He left Mother to handle the crime part. Even in death he didn’t put his wife above you. And here you are questioning his decisions.”
Alicent motions to Criston Cole, and he disperses the crowd away from the hall. You begin to walk away, but Alicent grabs your wrist and holds you in place. “You’re not going anywhere, sweet girl.” she insists. “Thank you.”
You nod, unsure of how you could tell her that you were grateful to her, for allowing you to have this lifestyle to have a civil life after your doomed existence, for her patience to have you adjust with the civil world after years of being passed around all over Westeros. This is the least you could do for her, and you should be thanking her for everything that she has done to you, for letting her amazing children be your friends, for birthing your perfect lover.
“Rhaenyra, you lost your father, and I lost my husband.” Alicent says, her big brown eyes filled with tears of sorrow. “But I want you to put your grief aside for a moment and respect your father’s will. I can only offer you my condolences and to stay in Viserys’s chambers in this period of mourning. I hope that will be enough to push some sense into your head - Mafia lord or not, Viserys was a kind father to you. The least you can do in return is accept his will.” Her voice breaks, and you are amazed at how this strong, strong woman could mourn for the man who made her life hell, who did not pay any mind to the children that she bore for him.
You had more than a couple of harsh questions for the heiress, but you kept your mouth shut, forcing yourself to swallow the words that came to your mouth.
“You don’t have the right to offer me my father’s house.” Rhaenyra’s words are harsh, probably from her delirious grief, but it is then that you snap.
“If he was so dear to you, where had you been all these years as he slowly decayed away to his sickness?” Your voice is full of bite.
“What do you know of me and my father?” the silver-haired woman snaps. “You are just a no one who came out of nowhere like yesterday and you feel entitled to speak with me like that?”
“I can assure you that I have lived here longer than either of your sons have,” you say, having snapped the thread of your will. “And you might be surprised by the extent of my knowledge on this whole mess of a family.”
“Have some respect, you’re speaking to my mother,” Jacaerys demands, standing on his mother’s right. His brown eyes are wide in anger, but his dull figure is not intimidating at all.
“And what has she done to earn my respect?” You shrug. “The first time I saw you, you had wanted an injured child having his eye sewn shut to be tortured for calling your sons bastards. The last time I saw her at a sitdown with the mob families, her disgusting husband shot an important family man in front of the whole mob and she didn’t even bat an eye on it. I’d say she looked pleased, even. Rhaenyra, would you have another man killed for telling the truth?”
You tilt your head slightly to the side at the mother and sons’ alarmed expressions, a haunting smile gracing your face. Rhaenyra quickly composes herself, “My husband doesn't like when people disrespect me.” She says, lips pressed together in a smoulder. “You should be careful too.”
“And where is your so dutiful husband now?” You hiss, and Alicent places her hand on your arm, squeezing. You know that she wants you to stop, but you can’t now. Not when the poison in your veins threatens to explode, if you don’t let it out, the misery will suffocate you and might just be too much to bear. “With his lovely young Nettles, I presume?” you add with a sneer. “Fucking pedophile.”
The mention of Daemon Targaryen’s favourite young little whore is what finally has Rhaenyra’s walls crumbling, and her left eye twitches in uncontrolled rage. You smirk at her, enjoying this destruction of her peace. Alicent’s hand is still on your arm, squeezing at it, harsher now, wanting you to stop.
“I am not sure why you have this vendetta against my step-father,” Lucerys finally speaks up. “But you probably deserved it, you bitch.”
And your rage explodes like a sparked dynamite. Alicent released your arm, unwilling to hold you back now. Every moment of those blurred six years that you had spent in that hellhole of a place seemed to be playing in your head like a tragic, horror movie. The image of those disgusting old men touching you without a care in the world - the fight response kicking in your veins. You are on their side in an instant, and you punch the younger boy in the face - you don't see Lucerys - in your eyes he is one of those filthy old beasts that call themselves men of class. You fist lands right on his left eye, and he grunts - pushed back by the force of your punch. Aemond and Aegon both rush to your either side, holding you back with all the force that they could muster.
Everything happens so quickly - you feel nothing but white, hot rage toward that family, each one of them entitled to everything in the world. “He’s not worth it, my love.” Aemond’s quiet voice whispers in your ear, and you let him drag you away from this infuriating trio of mother and sons - the hall enveloped in total silence. “Let me take you somewhere more pleasing.”
“I should have strangled them,” you mumble.
“All in good time, my love.” Aemond promises.
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Aegon holds them all with an angry stare, Rhaenyra tending to Lucerys; bruising eye - it looks painful, and would probably swell too. He couldn’t care less, not when the young man deserved it. Lucerys should be glad that none of the hounds are there - they’d have done some serious damage with the fury they had ignited in every single one of them.
“You should be glad she didn’t have any weapons on her,” Aegon says through gritted teeth. “Don’t overstay your welcome - our Sunfyre doesn’t take kindly to uninvited guests, you know. Neither do I.” He walks away, Daeron and Helaena follow him.
The three are waiting for Alicent and Otto to return, and when they do Daeron is the one to speak up first, “They cannot live here with us, Mother.” he runs his fingers through his silver waves, sighing. “Not with how they act and speak.”
“I will try my best to limit their interactions with you, my children.” Alicent sighs, rubbing her forehead. “And I will make sure they do not speak of Daemon. I have never liked that man - he had always been quite the… rogue soldier.”
"You should have them kicked out." Aegon presses. "I wouldn't be surprised if my dear sister plans to take over our house by killing all of us. It's just not safe!"
"Viserys was her father and I cannot deny her the right to mourn in peace." Alicent sighs. "I will have Criston increase the security though."
"This will bite back in the ass." Helaena grumbles. "None of us trust her mother - she is not your friend anymore. She is a jealous ex heiress and might stoop low enough to kill us all in our sleep."
"It's just a matter of a week," Alicent says, hand on her chest. "We can manage."
"You say it's a week - a week when Aemond has to leave for his conference in Highgarden." Daeron notes. "He is our best fighter and I honestly don't feel particularly safe in his absence while the enemy lives in our home."
It is now two days later, and Aegon watches as Aemond ruffles Daeron's hair and asks him random questions in Computer vocabulary that he doesn't clearly understand. His youngest brother perks up like a sunflower and aptly answers the questions.
Helaena cannot stand saying goodbye - it feels like an omen, she claims. Their mother is there, and she murmurs blessings to Aemond, caressing his shoulders. She is tense, Aegon can see that - sending away her favourite son is a risky gamble and she insists on Criston going with him, leaving them almost completely defenceless. He cannot blame her though - Aemond’s safety is just as important.
The brothers only hug, and Aegon only pats his little brother’s back saying, “You’ll get the best paper award, I know it.”
“I'd be the happiest if I do,” Aemond grins.
“I beg to disagree,” Aegon says, glancing over to his side, with you sitting on the bench, looking down at your hands. To his surprise, Aemond blushes and Aegon cannot help but smirk as he shoves his little brother your way.
As happy as Aegon is for you two, there is a little envy of the way the two of you beam like diamonds in each other’s presence, wondering if he would ever have someone like that. You hug him tightly and then crane up to kiss his cheek - Aemond smiles as do you, and he quickly snaps a picture to tease two sappy lovers. He looks away when Aemond kisses you.
Then Aemond waves at all of you as he gets in the car after Criston, a happy smile on his face. You begin to walk away and the two remaining brothers flank your sides.
“If either one of my nephews bother you, tell me.” Aegon promises you. “I won’t be sad if you hurt them, but mother wouldn't be too happy.”
“I am planning to go for a drive and walk Coco and Vhagar.” You say. “I won't have time to see those annoying little nephews of yours.”
“Good then.” He says, a feeling of dread dropping to the pit of his stomach.
The awful feeling keeps clawing up his insides, and by dinner time when you have not returned it starts clawing at his throat. Aegon keeps a watchful on his half-sister and his nephews - something about them feeling off. Their eyes sparkle with mirth, as if they share an inside joke that has been made at their cost.
It happens quickly, too quick for Aegon to reach for his revolver. The masked men target Daeron and Helaena first - then Alicent and Otto. A blade is pressed into the column of his throat - not cutting through yet. The blade would cut if he breathes too aggressively so he holds his breath.
“Out of the chairs, now,” Rhaenyra says with a smirk. Lucerys and Jacaerys smile of their own accord, the two pairs of dark brown eyes jumping from Aegon, to Daeron to Helaena. Lucerys' eye is swollen, but not enough to take the vision from his eye, and for a moment of spite, he prays that it would have, serving the young man right. Otto reaches for his pistol, but the big man beats him to it, now holding Otto's pistol to his own head along with the knife at his throat.
Aegon has both his hands being held behind him in a grip like vice. If he makes it through the night, they'd certainly be bruised. “Very generous of you to offer this special treatment,” He says. “But I'd appreciate not having a blade digging into my larynx.”
“I’ll have your throat slashed if you speak again,” Rhaenyra threatens. “I’ll take what's mine and maybe spare your life.” She twirls a small knife in her hands and adds thoughtfully, “not that bitch of yours though. I’ll have my time enjoying her screams.”
“Alicent, we can have this done in an easy way - you sign the documents naming everything to me and I'll not hurt anyone.” She says. “Or I’ll start with taking sweet Helaena’s nails. You wouldn’t like that, would you?”
There are tears in his Mother’s eyes that he cannot wipe away. He can only hope to disarm the man holding him, but he cannot - there are too many of them to fight and they could kill his family for freeing himself, a risk he cannot afford to take.
Aegon is surprised to feel someone’s two elbows dig between his shoulder blades, for he is certain that only one man was holding him and that men only had two arms. The unmistakable crack of bones breaking fills his ears momentarily and he tries to look behind himself. His surprise turns to alarm when the hand gripping his wrists together loosens and falls, following the knife being dropped from his throat - and he can finally breathe again. A delicate hand is wrapped around his arm and tugs him back, and he is glad to have you on his side - for the look in your eyes promises a fate more barbaric than being burned alive.
“You will release my family,” You say, voice deathly still.
“I will-” Rhaenyra starts.
Five shots echo, interrupting Rhaenyra’s sentence before it even starts, and the five men holding his grandsire, mother, sister and brother fall dead on the floor with perfectly shaped bullet wounds oozing blood from their foreheads.
“You were saying something?” You ask, smiling as if you didn’t just send five men to Hell - well, six, if counting the man whose neck you snapped.
Jacaerys and Lucerys cave into their mother - Aegon cannot blame them, he, too, would hide behind his mother had he been at the receiving end of your sinister eyes. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes are wide with shock and fear - a look that suits her, he thinks.
“Cat got your tongue?” You ask again, the long barrel of your piston towards the floor, but your hand is raised in the trio’s direction. You slowly stalk toward them, twirling your piston between your fingers. “This fear suits you,” you finally say. “Keep this in mind the next time you plan to harm my family. Your goons will not be the only ones dropping dead the next time it happens. Off now, dinner’s over.”
Lucerys and Jacaerys follow their mother, wide-eyed as they take a good look at the five large, dead men laying on the floor, their blood turning the white marble a dark shade of red. Alicent looks at you as if seeing you for the first time - he cannot blame his mother - you have a naive face, no one could guess you are capable of such brutality. It’s a weapon, Aegon thinks, a weapon of mass deception.
Daeron looks wide eyed at the dead bodies, shuddering once before stepping over two pairs of immobile legs and coming to stand beside him. Aegon raises his arm and pulls his brother close. After all, Daeron is still young and not too used to violence. Helaena looks at you deeply once, your eyes are trained on the floor - Aegon thinks you are afraid, afraid of judgement - he cannot begin to imagine why, for you have just saved their lives and their rights.
“You saved our lives,” Helaena says. “I don’t think words would be enough to thank you.”
“It was nothing.” You say, voice small. You look up once again and glance at the dead bodies scattered in the room. “This one is not dead,” You say, nodding toward the man that had been holding Aegon hostage. “I’ll have him questioned once he wakes, but I need help to move him - there.”
Aegon and Daeron both come to your aide and together manage to lift the burly man, taking him to the lift. You stuff the pistol in the back pocket of your jeans and then walk out of the room, saying, “I’ll send someone to clean this mess up.”
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That had been the first time the Velaryon boys had seen you snap. The fear it had left in their brain had dulled in comparison to what they witnessed a mere two days later though. The sight of you was enough to send their thoughts right back to Hell - the place you had returned from.
With Aegon’s help, you had managed to obtain the full layout of the Bolton’s Knight Club. And with little assistance from Daeron, you sneak into the premises. His voice is in your ear, telling you the position of the guards and which point would be easier to sneak in from. You are upset that Daeron has to witness you going apeshit on camera, but you couldn’t do everything alone. You kill those guards as bloodlessly and quickly as you can and find your way to the children’s rooms.
In the earpiece, you can hear Daeron speak with Helaena as he tells her the route to follow and she follows you in as you work to pick the locks. You remind yourself that you have done this a hundred times before tonight, but this place with its dark luxurious interior makes your blood boil to an extent that you are unable to think clearly. You want to stomp on the roof till this building collapses with everyone in it.
You waste precious seconds in picking the lock, but those moments are paid off as you see beds by beds of little boys and girls looking at you all wide-eyed and terrified. You spot some young women and men too - them eyeing your duo warily. Helaena starts with her gentle words and you can see them trusting her, as they file into two queues of around fifty people total.
You know they think that this is a dream, a dream seen by most of them in their sleep. An angel coming to save them from this hellish world, to tell them they were only being tested and to be returned to their families. For you that dream could never be your reality, but you want to provide that reality to these kids whose innocence is stolen before they even got to realise life. Some of the young children are as young as four - barely out of the toddler stage, and your heart twists in disgust. You can only hope that her parents take her back.
A young woman clings to a little babe - barely over six months old. You motion at her to follow the other kids, but she refuses, terror in her eyes.
“What is your name?” you ask, as gentle as you can be.
“Martha,” she replies.
“Martha, listen, I know you are scared to leave.” You keep the voice gentle, force it to stop shaking. “You think that these people are the most powerful in the world and they will catch you. I am asking a lot from you when I ask you to trust me, but I have been here before and I know that it will not get better. It never does. Helaena will take care of you so that you can take care of your baby.”
“They said they’ll kill my sweet Ellaire if I try to run.” Martha says with tears in her eyes. Her dark hair is a mess, brown cheeks turning a dark burnt orange. “I can’t put Ellaire at risk.”
“Martha, if you stay here they’ll do to Ellaire what they did to you.” You softly say the truth. “And I know you don’t want that. We can help you, please come with us.” You glance down at your watch and urgently add, “We don’t have much time.”
At her hesitation, you further add, “Everyone else has left, what do you think they will do to you and Ellaire when they see that you’re the only ones left?” You grab her wrist, careful of the babe. “Do you think they will let little Ellaire live? You have to leave. Now. Come with me.” Somehow you manage to coax her and she follows everyone else out to Helaena’s truck. Aegon is with her, waiting to drive away. You had ensured that those traumatised kids and young adults did not come across the dead guards - they didn't need to see dead bodies with the physical, psychological and sexual trauma that they already held.
“Okay, we are done now!” Helaena says in your earpiece. “Daeron, is the path clear?”
“Not yet.” Daeron says. “There’s a truck like yours at the back gate.”
“Shoot the driver dead,” you hiss. “I am sure they have brought new stock. Helaena, can you drive a truck?”
“Oh yeah,” Helaena eagerly says.
“Aegon, get that driver and his handler good for me.” You quietly say again.
“On it, ma’am.” Aegon says, and you hear the opening and shutting of the door. A small shuffling sound is heard and Helaena sighs.
Two gunshots and dull thuds come into your earpiece and once again the opening and closing of truck doors is heard. “Alright, we’re done.” Aegon says. “Are we free to go now, captain?” he asks Daeron
“Yeah,” Daeron says. “You’re all clear.”
“Daeron,” you quietly say. “I am going to have to ask you to look away from the cameras now. You’ll hate me after this if you see.”
“I don’t think I will,” He says. “You’re doing everyone a favour with what you are about to do. Decimate them all.” His voice is venomous as he speaks, and you think he sounds more mad at them for you than you are.
“I will,” you promise.
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It’s way past midnight, closer to the devil’s hour than it is to midnight by the time you are done with the Botlon’s Knight Club and its patrons. Your face is probably covered in blood, and your hair is heavy - damp and sticky. Your black leather jacket is covered in blood, but the dark colour makes it harder to spot. Dried blood marks your footsteps from the lift to the kitchen on Alicent's floor, working in the dark. You’re thirsty, terribly so. You’re covered in blood and desperately need to bathe, but you’re starving and you’re thirsty. A few drops of blood drip down from your braid onto the granite counter as you drain a jug of water quickly.
Your burning oesophagus and stomach thank you with relief as the cool water falls on them, reviving some of the sensations. There’s some leftover cake in the fridge and you take it out along with some cranberry juice and the butter chicken leftovers that you warm up in the microwave. You’re starving like a neanderthal - so hungry that you could eat a horse. But soon the chicken is hot enough to burn your tongue and you start eating on the kitchen island, stabbing at it with your fork and gulping it down with no civility.
You are practically inhaling the cranberry juice from the glass when the light is suddenly turned on, blinding you momentarily as a set of vaguely familiar voices screams, snapping you out of the starved trance you are in. You slowly blink in your vision, and spot Jacaerys and Lucerys standing at the kitchen entrance, staring at you, their eyes comically wide. You are about to ask if they have seen a ghost, but then you look down at yourself, covered in blood and drinking a juice red as the blood on you.
Rhaenyra and Alicent follow close, standing behind the two strong boys - Alicent sighs and shrugs as Rhaenyra looks at her former friend for some answers. You ignore them and continue to drink your cranberry juice - realising just now that you probably smell like smoke. You need to bathe, dreadfully so, but your cake slice was waiting for you. And you’re still fucking starving, so you dig back into butter chicken.
“Do you want to eat or just keep staring at me?” You ask after gulping down the last of your butter chicken.
“Y/N, you’ll need to have the kitchen cleaned before breakfast.” Alicent says, turning around as she yawns. “Go sleep, you three. Nothing out of the ordinary here.”
“Filthy demon,” Rhaenyra murmurs.
You hiss at her and the terrified trio rushes away from your kitchen, and you finally get to your cake. Having satiated your hunger, you return to your rooms and take a long, cleansing bath and then return to clean the lift with very contained smoke and then clean it with hydrogen peroxide. You are thorough in your cleaning, careful with the controlled smoke and then with peroxide followed by floor-cleaner. It’s past four in the morning by the time you are done, but you still have much energy left to expend. You play with the harddrive you had retrieved from the Knight’s Club, and sit down in front of your computer, easily accessing the cameras that had been connected to the Bolton’s private network till around nine in the night.
There is no physical evidence of footage, but you find your way into the Bolton’s cloud storage and erase the footage from there too, making sure to clear any traces of your invasion. It was simply as if the footage from that night was never stored on the cloud. You plug in the harddrive and remove the footage from there too, and then throw it in your fireplace. The outer plastic casing eventually melts away and you enjoy the flames dancing in front of your eyes. Alas, the fire is not hot enough to melt the circuits, but by the time you retrieve the half molten plastic, the circuit is easy to dismantle and you pick it out piece-by-piece and destroy the pin.
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The fire from the previous night is the only thing being spoken of all over the university - assignments and homework, deadlines and new presentations forgotten. Early police investigation suggests that the fire was the culprit that claimed the lives of a total of sixty men - thirty guards and around thirty most powerful men in Westeros - with the Knight’s Club owners and runners - Reese Bolton, his brothers Ryman and Roose, his sons Rawdon and Raymond, a Velaryon man, Petyr and Edwyn the Frey twins, are the more notable among other names.
You don’t care about that buzz though, because Aemond is set to return this evening. You have sparsely spoken to each other, only occasionally texting a have you had dinner, or how did your presentation go, kind of thing - but no proper conversation. You think of him - how his scent of leathers and limes comforts you and you cannot wait to have him back in your arms.
The day passes by in a blur - the student’s union holds a short memorial ceremony for Rawdon and Raymond but you don’t go - you’d probably oust yourself by laughing. How they managed to recognize the dead men was still a mystery to you, for you were certain DNA tests couldn’t be this fast - it must have been the footage of them all entering, perhaps.
The police says there was a fire down in the electrical supply and it short circuited, and the centralised air conditioning collapsed on the people, crushing their faces. They didn’t know that the air conditioning crushed them after they were lying dead in pools of their own blood. You had used a wide variety of weapons, which you spent a terrible hour in the morning cleaning before driving to King’s Landing University.
Despite the blood colouring your hands red, you feel like the cleanest you have ever felt.
“Did you hear about the fire at Bolton’s last night?” Calvin asks you as you slide into place beside him in the algorithms class.
“Everyone is talking about it,” you say. You don’t have to fight too hard the urge to take credit. You want to, so desperately, but you resist it. You’ll have time later in the evening when Aemond is back. “I really don’t care though. As you know I was not particularly fond of Rawdon Bolton after that incident two weeks ago.”
“Of course,” Calvin says. “And you seem too happy,”
“Do I?” You ask.
“Yeah, glowing.” He nodded, an exasperated look on his face.
“My boyfriend is coming back from his conference,” You say, which is the truth. “I haven't seen him in three days! I missed him terribly.”
“Uhm, since when do you have a boyfriend and why don’t I know about this?” Calvin asks, a pout on his face as he rests his chin on his hands.
“Well, it’s just Aemond,” you shrug.
“Just Aemond?” he asks, incredulous. “Girl, you’re speaking about the Aemond Targaryen, right? Viserys Targaryen’s son?”
“Yeah, who else?” You frown.
“Girl what-” he seems shocked by your indifference, a hand on his mouth. “You’re dating Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed mob… prince?”
“Yes, Calvin. Did you leave your brain at home or what?” you say.
“You’re dating Aemond fucking Targaryen-” He repeats. “And you expect me to be cool about it?”
“You were stoned the first time I told you about that,” You recall. “Calvin, I told you about this before, I am sure.”
“Must be,” He decides. “Because I’d never forget that otherwise.”
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The news of the fire in Reese Bolton’s Knight Club has reached Aemond, clearly so. He wonders if it is truly an accident, but he doesn't believe it. He hadn't spoken with you since last evening, when you had ominously said, "I will be busy tonight, my love." You gave no further explanation.
As he drives into King's Landing via the highway, Criston sits in the passenger side, looking rapidly from mirror to mirror, eyeing for anyone who might be following them. Aemond zig zags this way through the highway, doing his best to keep everyone confused.
There had been an attempt at him while he was in his hotel at Highgarden, but Criston had managed to save him by a second. A masked man had tried to shoot him, and he was captured by Cole and was presently tied up and hidden in the trunk of the car. He has some words to ask about the ambush. They managed to keep it under wraps, but he suspected it had something to do with his Mother being named heir and Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen.
Even with his disturbed mind, Aemond managed to get the best poster award, even if he didn't get the best paper one. He had just shrugged when you had asked about how it went, not wanting to tell you over the phone.
Aemond misses the warmth of your body against his, but he tries not to think about it too much and focuses on the road instead, hurrying to reach the Red Keep as fast as he can.
It's a little past sunset when he reaches home, and you are walking in the direction of the complex Vhagar and Coco on either side. The dogs rush at the sight of him and you let them go, and both the greyhound and the German shepherd seem to have gained their energy back at the sight of your silver haired boyfriend, and you let them off their leash, the two of them speeding to the black suv. Vhagar jumps on Aemond, as if trying to hug her human while Coco sniffs around, licking at Criston’s hand, rubbing himself all over his knees and calves. Cole lets out a rare laugh, patting the big ball of fluff on his head, murmuring, “Good boy Coco, I missed you too.”
“I missed you too, big girl,” Aemond kissed the running dog’s snout and rubbed under her ears as you managed to catch up with your pups. You smile at Criston who finally manages to escape Coco’s clutches only to be smothered by Vhagar, while Coco now targets his affections to Aemond, standing on his hind legs with his front legs on Aemond and leaving little licks on the scarred side of his face.
“I see you have been a good boy, Coco,” Aemond says, rubbing the german shepherd’s brown fur. You chuckle as your dog turns his butt to Aemond, demanding his long overdue butt-scratches, and your beautiful boyfriend has no choice but to oblige.
“Come with me pups,” Criston urges the dogs who eagerly follow him into the lift, smiling at the two of you as he leaves.
“Hi,” you say, unable to fight the big grin on your face.
“Hi yourself, my love.” He says, grinning like an idiot. “How I have missed you so.”
You reach forward and hug him, his homely smell enveloping you in blankets of comfort. His strong arms hold you close and his nose rests in your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. Your eyes are shut and you can listen to his steady heart beat, his warmth bringing you much needed comfort.
“I love you,” you whisper against him, and he squeezes you tighter in response, leaving a long kiss on your hair. His lips move against your hair - you can’t hear him over the pounding of your heart and his - but you know what he says sigh.
“How was your conference?” You ask, pulling away from him. You examine him from head to toe, brushing back some of his out of place hair, your hand on his cheek. He loved the comfort your calloused hand brings to him, leaning further into your touch.
“Not peachy,” he confesses with a sigh. “I still got the best poster award though.”
“What happened, Aemond?” You ask. You have that alarmed gleam in your eyes that he recognises way too well, and he knows it’s too late to retract.
So he attempts to distract you. “Nothing,” He says. “Nuff talking about that conference though. I want to spend time with my girl now,” he smirks a little and before you can react, you are thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, a sudden gasp leaving you as he takes the fucking staircase up.
“Aemond, put me down you rascal!” You say with a giggle as he carries you up unceremoniously till the first floor landing. Aemond stops for a moment and he gently lets your feet touch the ground, and you think you are going to go to your rooms in Otto’s floor, before you are swept up into his arms again, bridal style this time. You laugh again, more freely this time as he takes the lift, a little proud smile on his face. His long, silky hair tickles your neck as you lean forward to plant a kiss at the corner of his heart shaped mouth, content with yourself.
The lift halts at Alicent’s floor - the second - before coming to Aemond’s floor - the sixth one - and the lift doors open to reveal Jacaerys. Your happy mood sours at his wavering voice, “You’ve returned, Uncle.”
“It would seem so,” Aemond says, and you scowl at the young man before hitting the close button with your foot, promptly taking the Velaryon boy out of your sight.
“They’ve caused quite a mess in your absence,” You tell Aemond, absently playing with his hair. “I can’t fucking wait for them to leave.”
“Hmm,” Aemond hums, mentally taking note of asking Aegon about it later. You and Alicent would hold back details from him - he is certain. “We’ll get to that later. I hear there was a fire last night.” he looks at you with a smile. His eye hurts from this angle but it’s worth being able to see the slight pride blooming in your face as your cheeks colour. “It wouldn’t have been your doing would it be, darling?”
“No, not at all,” you say with a smile. “Me? Little old me doing anything like that?”
“Unimaginable,” Aemond adds. “Impossible, Inconceivable.”
“Any other synonyms left, good sir?” you poke his long, pale neck with your nose. He smells a little of sweat, but you have smelled worse.
“Unbelievable, my love.” He teases.
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I imagine Smokescreen and wheeljack together with the US army with a fauler. they would find all the relics of cybertron and abandoned decepticon technology...what to optimus using the forge to improve 3D equipment.I also think that Marleyans and Eldians would manage to escape from Marley. among them the new warriors. calvin porco and pick taves on boats and sailing asia paradis. surprise that they all sealed
Previous Episode of the War Timeline
Okay so the English is...clunky in some parts, but I'll do my best to answer. Also, Optimus doesn't have the Forge. It's in the hands of the Decepticons right now.
Okay, so Wheeljack does notice that something is off when he picks up a high energy reading that quickly goes dark. Wheeljack goes to investigate, clearly sees that there was a battle, but no one is there. That's when he gets Agent Fowler screaming at him from the Jackhammer demanding that he get to the Autobot base. Wheeljack does arrive and Fowler demands to know what happened to the Autobots, but Wheeljack states he was about to ask the same thing. After a few days of investigating, they realize that there was a bridge accident and the Autobots got flung somewhere else. Wheeljack says he hasn't picked up the Nemesis on the Jackhammer, so maybe the Decepticons got warped there.
It's a problem that Agent Fowler has to explain to the US government. On top of that June is furious and terrified at the fact that her son is somewhere unknown, no doubt fighting for his life. She was scared her son was going to die. Meanwhile Wheeljack is worried about Bulkhead, since the loss of Seaspray is still fresh in his mind. He doesn't want to lose Bulkhead when there are so few Wreckers left.
So now Wheeljack is working together with the US Government to gather resources and find out where the Autobots have gone. Wheeljack gets to work dismantling Decepticon run mines and seizing the energon for himself as a resource. On top of that, Fowler brings up the Iacon Hall of Records about special relics and Wheeljack puts in the effort to track a few of them down. But it's hard to do without the exact coordinates. It's a lot of guess work and finding the right frequency. But he does manage to get the Resonance Blaster while the US government stumbles across the Apex Armor and dig it up like in the show. Once Wheeljack manages to replicate the frequency from the previous relics located, he does manage to find Toxic Energon (Which he chucks in the volcano), The Star Saber, which he leaves alone because he can't pull it out of the mountain (He tried blowing it up. Didn't work), and the Phase Shifter required a lot of government interference to get. Wheeljack and Agent Fowler makes sure all items stay in Autobot custody. However the Omega Keys have yet to be located.
The Nemesis Prime incident does still happen, but Wheeljack is able to quickly dispose of it and because there's no Breakdown body to hijack, Silas dies of his wounds and the rest of MECH is quickly apprehended.
Wheeljack finds Smokescreen when he's scouting in the same area the pod is set to crash in. Wheeljack aims his blasters at the pod, but is absolutely stunned to see Smokescreen blast and stumble his way out of the pod. Wheeljack realizes that Smokescreen is a kid and cautiously asks for Smokescreen's story. Smokescreen explains and just...he can't tell if he feels jealous or feels bad at the fact that Smokescreen managed to dodge the war. When he sees Smokescreen constantly trying to prove himself and make up for lost time, he feels bad. He resonates with that helplessness and wanting to make it right. So Wheeljack mentors Smokescreen, which Smokescreen is more than happy to accept because he's learning from a Wrecker.
Whether or not Ultra Magnus finds Earth is up in the air, since the Commander was called to Earth due to the energy from the Omega Lock. But Smokescreen does get into a freak accident one day and Wheeljack discovers the Omega Key in Smokescreen's chest (Which he safely takes out with the phase shifter, but neither know what it is.)
Meanwhile on Paradis, the people who have joined the Survey Corps are nearly the same with an increase in the numbers due to the Autobots being here. Jean and Annie (cause remember, they don't know that Eren has the Founding and Attack Titan) go to the Military Police while Marco and the others join the Survey Corps. Marco is trying his best to not look nervous around Reiner and Bertholdt because he's not too sure of what they might do to him. Once Marco gets a good idea of what military command is like in the Survey Corps and who he can trust, Marco makes the gut decision to warn Erwin, and Erwin immediately gets on a plan. Based on experiments, they know that need to get those two underground, so that is going to be the plan that Erwin tells the Autobots. The Autobots do discuss this in private, since half of them aren't comfortable with harming teens. And if that intel is wrong, they could be accusing teens of the 104th of the death of over 300,000 people. But they have no choice. If they don't contain them, more lives can be lost.
Hanji, Ratchet, and Rafael make massive improvements to the 3D gear. They fix the material to make it lighter and more flexible while also using just a small amount of energon as an emergency power source once the gas runs out. (They really have to do the measurements because a few things have blown up in response. Hanji is more than ecstatic while Ratchet is admonishing her for her recklessness. Also fun little thing, Hanji gets Raf the goggles for seeing and flying around in the 3D gear. It's a cute bonding moment between them.)
Meanwhile, Eren does get training on how to fight from the other Autobots. While it is brutal, Eren improves significantly compared to the AOP timeline where it's just Optimus teaching him. Eren actually likes the fact that he has other role models to look up to. It's nice to be treated with respect instead of fear.
Because of the fire power, the Survey Corps and Autobots go directly to Shinganshina, knowing that they need to close the wall as soon as possible. Because of the knowledge Erwin and the Autobots now have, Erwin still goes with the plan of giving out fake locations for Eren. They are told where Reiner and Bertholdt are placed before giving the fake coordinates. An Autobot is stationed on the outside of the circle formation as they make their way to Shinganshina. Reiner still gives the information to Annie and Annie attacks the right flank, but Bulkhead is there to stop her from causing too much damage. He tells the Autobots through the comm. that a titan shifter is in the formation and Reiner and Bertholdt were a threat. Orders are given to detain Reiner and Bertholdt. Before Reiner can transform, Ratchet activates a shock mechanism implanted in his and Bertholdt's 3D gear to stop a transformation (which was part of the plan). Reiner is quickly detained, Bertholdt is not, and Bertholdt quickly transforms and a large explosion takes place, taking out a good portion of the Survey Corps.
Now it's a full on battle. Whoever's still standing goes after Annie while the rest go after Bertholdt. Reiner can only watch helplessly as Annie and Bertholdt are fending for themselves. Annie summons titans to her aid to hold them off, killing a few people including Connie, Eld, and Gunther. Meanwhile Bertholdt is losing body mass from an extended titan transformation, and no one can reach him and are getting severe burns. Annie realizes her losses with her running out of titans and there's still Survey Corps and Autobots and quickly crystalizes herself to prevent a loss. But for Bertholdt it's too late as with Optimus' help, Eren manages to cut Bertholdt out of his titan form.
Now the Autobots and Survey Corps have Bertholdt and Reiner, both weak and defenseless. Half of who remains in the Survey Corps take the titan trio back to the Walls to lock them underground. The rest go to Shinganshia and to the basement. And they find out that humanity isn't extinct.
"Plot twist of the century," Miko commented, trying to distract from her near death experience.
"Miko, not the time," Jack scolded.
But Bertholdt's titan transformation triggers the sensors of the Decepticon warship and Megatron, wanting to hopefully get rid of Airachnid, sends her to Scout the area by herself.
(Okay, stopping here for now. Other stuff will be addressed later.)
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btw there is another fundamental difference between AI art and human art that people keep missing (and are already losing ground to in the Big Tech Mind War): algorithms don't have relationships.
A human artist is constantly learning, constantly practising, constantly seeking out ideas, making decisions, showing their work. they are changed by the process of creating, and that is an inherently social act. there is no escape from the relationship between creator and creator and audience and creator and audience.
Look at Bill Watterson. He produced maybe the most beloved comic strip in the english speaking world, then went up a mountain and cut himself off from the world for 30 years. This month he announced a new project and everyone went apeshit. Not because he's The Best Technical Illustrator Ever To Grace The Earth. Not because he's a vessel of divine inspiration carrying the greatest ideas the art world ever saw back down the mountain to humanity. It's because we loved his work, and we loved the man we imagined sitting at his drawing desk telling us little vignettes about childhood and nature and imagination and frustration. It's because we can read the cartoons he drew in college, and see the unpolished edges and the disheveled students he'd later recycle into Calvin's parents. It's because he chose not to license his creations for merchandise, or to play out their stories past the moment he felt they were over. It's because he went up the mountain and we respected his absence for thirty years, and when the time was right he came back.
We've been talking about algorithms in indie art circles for years at this point. It didn't start with AI image generators. Social media has eaten up so much of our community real estate online that being an artist on the internet has been made inseparable from being a social media professional. When people talk about 'how to make it as an online artist' now, the vast majority of the advice that picks up traction is concerned with 'how to please the algorithm'. Make sure you post on a regular schedule. Make sure you hit peak times and then boost your content for your secondary audiences. Don't use certain words in image descriptions. Use at least three hashtags but no more than five. Images with faces in them work better with the autocrop. Here are the dimensions to work in to ensure your art isn't resized in the feed. Here are colours that always pop on a phone screen. Here are the most popular genres for a webcomic. Here are the layouts for a cover image guaranteed to catch people's eyes. Here's why you should switch to a vertical format. Here are the keywords to use in your titles. Here are the top ten plot tropes. Here is the cookie cutter. Here is the cookie cutter. Here is the cookie cutter.
Not all of this is bad advice, but much of it has become the dominant advice for anyone who is frustrated that their latest painting only got seven likes and wants to know how to beat the system. People have bought in so hard to the idea that The Algorithm is responsible for one person's success and another person's failure that it has become the primary lens through which a lot of online artists view their work. People talk about this shit the way kitchen table entrepreneurs talked about The secret in the 00s. And it doesn't work!!! Not by itself!!! You can't transform yourself into an art machine and win, because an art machine neglects relationships. It doesn't matter what an art machine drew in college, because the art machine just draws what it's asked for. You rob yourself of the narrative of your own growth. You rob yourself of the friends you make when you talk to the seven people who liked your painting (not because of its aspect ratio, not because of the optimal colour palette, not because it hit their dashboard in the ideal window between lunch and the afternoon shift) because you made it and showed it to them.
Could an AI someday produce something like Calvin and Hobbes? Probably not. Even if it could, what would it matter? Would you feel attached to the algorithm? Could you type in 'college paper editorial cartoon, ink on paper, Ohio, 1970s' and look at the output and feel anything at all? AI image generators excel as generalists. They can show you a general idea of almost anything you like, any genre, any period, any colour. Human artists are specialists. We specialise in telling each other what it's like to be human.
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Patton has a brother and it's the Orange Side: A Theory
Hey, yall remember that one Sanders Sides fic I released that was like "ha ha what if Patton is related to the Orange Side?"
I think I can actually prove it.
(This is fairly long so the theory is under the cut):
First and foremost (this is what most of the theory hangs on)
THE FAMILY TREE
If you're an avid watcher of the show, you'll remember that in Why Do We Get Out of Bed in the Morning, Roman shows us a "family tree". This includes, most notably, Roman himself and Patton (which, while I'm aware that he's probably only on the tree at all because they wanted to continue the gag of "Patton is Thomas's dad", I find incredibly interesting considering that Patton isn't in the video at all - his portrait is there to show something).
For reference, here is this family tree:
As many an early theorist noticed when this video came out, Roman has a line extending off to the right of his portrait - if you weren't aware, this means that the people connected to the line are siblings.
This was later proven canon as, five videos later, who should reveal themselves but Remus (Roman's twin brother).
But notice anything interesting?
That's right: Patton has a line going off to his left, meaning he too has a sibling.
"But Calvin!" I hear you say, "What if his brother is just Janus, what if-"
Hush and let me explain.
Thomas and the team, as we’re all well aware, are generally very lenient when it comes to shipping the Sides - Thomas has stated that he views it as self-love so generally he doesn’t mind it.
However, he has stated that RemRom (romantic Roman and Remus [blarg]) makes him extremely uncomfortable because they are canonically twins.
And, in the Roleslaying With Roman livestream a few months ago, Alex and Brei stated that they wouldn’t allow people to ship Youngblood and Roman together if they knew that they were planning on them being revealed to be siblings. I imagine Thomas is in the same boat when it comes to his own characters.
Meaning that this unknown brother of Patton’s has not been introduced into the series just yet (that is to say, it’s highly highly unlikely that his brother is, say, Janus).
So, with all the other sides eliminated, who does this leave but the Orange Side?
And no, I have more proof!
As many people have theorized, Orange is likely representative of negative emotions (primarily anger, given the nature of the scenes that the color orange primarily dominated - the opening live action scene for Putting Others First, the top of the stairs in Learning New Things About Ourselves, and Logan's eyes in Working Through Intrusive Thoughts).
I think it's important to note here that just about every character in this show has expressed some form of visible anger and/or frustration before, and I'd list the most obvious examples but they are all extremely obvious (except maybe Remus, who we've only really seen get frustrated over Thomas not falling for his traps, but I digress).
There is only one main character we have never actually seen get mad or angry or any other intense wrath-filled emotion at anyone: Patton.
Which on its own is odd because, again, every other character, including C!Thomas, we have seen get mad before.
But it's even more odd when you take into consideration just how abnormal it is that the metaphysical embodiment of emotions has never been shown to be angry? Like, why? Why haven't we seen Patton... angry? Especially considering that anger is an emotion.
Not to mention that Patton tends to be one of, if not the first person in the show to actually start accepting the "Dark Sides" (first with Virgil, then with Janus). He's sympathetic towards them (or, towards Virgil at least) even before he was given a reason to.
Something else I thought was interesting (but not necessarily hard evidence towards the theory) is that Patton is the only "Light Side" to canonically have an animal trait, like the "Dark Sides" do.
Also, if one of my other Orange Side theories is right and Orange's real name is Judas, it would kind of make sense that Patton is related to him. I mean, Patton is definitely full of that ol' Catholic Guilt TM, so it would sort of track to have his brother be named after the dude who sold out Jesus (and also kind of fitting for Patton himself, now that I think about it).
So there you have it: my theory as to why Patton and the Orange Side seem so closely linked together is that they're simply siblings.
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thick drops of sweat roll down his temple and into his eyes, the hard muscles in his belly burning as he counts down the interminable sit-ups. he’s nearing the fourty-five minute mark of his workout now, his energy levels no longer spiking but declining. by his side, calvin seems slightly less affected by the exercise, his athletic schedule and non-smoking lungs offering him an advantage. sinclair finds it deeply annoying, having to bite down on his tongue so he won’t yell at his friend to leave the room. he has no ownership over their makeshift home gym, nor does he want to be perceived as envious. so instead, he suffers in silence, as calvin attempts to make conversation one would have over tea. or vodka.
“...but yeah, i’m not texting her back, i don’t care if she sends my dick to the pope,” his friend says, concluding a hook-up story gone wrong sinclair was only half-listening to. “what about you? you’ve probably had better luck than me.”
sinclair grunts noncommittaly in response, his breathing loud in his ears.
“c’mon, i saw you with mina at the party. she’s fuckin’ hot, like properly.”
“she’s fuckin’ clingy,” sinclair spits out, falling a little too hard against the mat before pulling himself back up. “she texted at 3 am to, ah, ask if i have feelings for anyone at the moment.”
calvin lets out a single, high-pitched laugh. he stops his reps without stuttering, turning his body towards sinclair with mirth in his large, brown eyes.
“and you, of course, told her you’d rather get your dick cut off than fall in love?” he doesn’t say again out loud, but sinclair hears it anyway. they both ignore it.
sinclair frowns. “not in that many words. uh. what else was i supposed to say?”
"lie,” calvin answers, leaning his weight backwards into his palms. “tell her you could see yourself falling. that somewhere down the road, maybe, you’ll be ready to open up your heart and that you’d really, really like for her to be the one to enter it. and then you’re set for three months of rawdogging.”
sinclair finishes his reps with choked laughter bubbling up his throat. the ease with which calvin describes manipulating women for his own pleasure is nothing new, nor is it below sinclair’s own morals. together, they both learned early on to use their handsome faces and abysmal lack of care for others to their own benefit. but whereas calvin is outspoken about the lack of a heart inside his chest, sinclair still attempts to hide it. perhaps because while the explanation for his friend’s condition can be boiled to him being his father’s son, sinclair’s reasoning is a bit more humiliating than that.
“how many abortions is the royal family paying for annually, again?” sinclair mocks, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his armband, his legs painfully stretching as he stands up. “thirty-thousand?”
calvin roll his eyes, following his suit. “whatever, bro. if you don’t want mina, just say it. i’ll take my go at her. it’s time someone showed her how a real man fucks.”
“wouldn’t be the first time you had my sloppy seconds.”
it’s a small moment, but it’s there nonetheless. the shift in the air, the hardening of calvin’s stare as it meets sinclair. the knowledge that somewhere, deep down, something is still broken between them. and no amount of glossing over can heal it. but it’s gone before either can name that specific pain, and calvin’s throwing his sweaty towel on sinclair’s face as the latter gags and chases his childhood best friend through their house, their laughter just a little too loud
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by the next day, sinclair’s forgotten it all. it’s hard to stay hung up on it, when he’s being led (see: dragged) to detention only six weeks into the new semester. admittedly, he expected his recurring lateness to have consequences. but he thought maybe he’d have to write an essay, or donate some extra money to a bullshit charity st. agathe’s pretends to sponsor but is really just an account in the caymans. he certainly didn’t foresee spending his friday evening at the main library, sorting through dusty books and equally as dusty shelves. in the back of his mind, he wonders if theodore had anything to do with it.
st. agathe’s library is usually a thing to behold. with the full moon peaking across its shiny glass dome roof, and its rows upon rows of academic treasures that seem to reach as high as the white marble balustrades on the second floor, one might feel as if they’ve travelled in time. usually, the exceptionally large room offers sinclair some comfort. the scent of literature and the peaceful quiet that cannot even be found under his own roof offer him a home, away from home. except for tonight. tonight, he stares at three tables worth of titles, plus two carts of additional materials. he turns to the dean’s secretary, a short middle-age man with a persistent smirk-scowl combination, that likely shouldn’t have gone into the education system.
“i’m supposed to do all this by myself?” he says, slightly incredulous. “i’ll be here ‘til morning, you know that.”
the man bats at an insivible fly, as if it is sinclair’s many concerns.
“while i wouldn’t mind that, you won’t be alone. it seems you’re not the only one who has been treating the clock as a mere suggestion.” he pulls a pocket watch from his tweed suit’s breast pocket, because of course, before sighing. “but perhaps i should’ve known she would also be late to detention.”
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CEMETERY : for one muse to find the other at a gravestone.
it’s late, and jason knows that he shouldn’t be here, but it feels like the only time where he can go to the cemetery without the eyes of the whole town on him. rich boy with dead parents and a big house. jason carver-takahashi new town pariah with the way everything ended with eddie munson. jason carver-takahashi alone. he doesn’t visit his family. they had a plot made when jason’s grandfather died, and all the carver-takahashi’s would be buried there in their due time. the last one would be jason. sometimes he sees if anyone has left flowers for his family but there’s never any. and jason isn’t about to go out of his way to do it for himself. but he will for calvin, for patrick, and for cindy. they were his friends. they were his family. more than the one that he had grown up in. but he finds himself visiting calvin’s grave more often than he’d care to admit.
calvin was too young. jason misses calvin and he thinks of who he could have been if he didn’t die so young. he brings a bottle of vodka with him every time. imagines that they could have shot the shit together on jason’s back porch because it was always his favourite time during the summers, with all the people he loved at his house enjoying themselves. jason had lost a lot of friends over the course of a year and he knew why and quite frankly, he couldn’t blame them. the jason a year ago would have been ashamed of the jason now. and all it took was the constant string of deaths that he had to face, too many funerals for one to go through before they hit thirty. it wasn’t fucking normal, but it was his life. calvin would always hit the hardest because he was the youngest with so much life left to live.
“school is starting back soon.” he starts to say, “and i’m not going to lie i’m sort of excited for it. being a p.e teacher and basketball coach is a little daunting but i think i found my purpose, you know?” he says to the grave, as if it’d answer back. he tilts the bottle back, taking another swig of the drink.
“i miss you buddy.” he feels the tightness in his throat again, the one that never really goes away.
he hears footsteps, and when he turns his head he shouldn’t be surprised to see chrissy. the two so attuned with the other. his breath gets caught in his throat. jason has been caught with the only other person that would understand. he almost feels embarrassed, being here. like he shouldn’t be. they had been broken up for a year now, and he misses her everyday but knows why they ended things. jason carver-takahashi was not the same person a year ago, and he doesn’t know if his relationship with chrissy would ever be the same but jason had made his bed and now he had to lie in it.
“i visit him sometimes,” he says, as if to defend why he was here. while calvin was chrissy’s brother, it was one of the people that jason had loved most in the world. it dated back to all the times that jason had to teach calvin something knew because their father refused to. he thinks back to when calvin was first learning how to ride a bike and jason had showed him because it was every kid’s right to learn how to.
“i can leave if you want me too.” he says quickly after. he puts the cap back on the alcohol and gets up.
“i just miss him. that’s all.”
there’s nothing more to say than that.
#━━ ❛❛ // JASON CARVER-TAKAHASHI ! ¦ but you were always gold to me . 「 ft. calvin cunningham ! 」#━━ ❛❛ // JASON CARVER-TAKAHASHI ! ¦ my reputations never been worse so you must like me for me . 「 ft. chrissy cunningham ! 」#━━ ❛❛ // JASON CARVER-TAKAHASHI ! ¦ lover hunter friend and enemy you will always be one of these . 「 headcanons ! 」#━━ ❛❛ // JASON CARVER-TAKAHASHI ! ¦ lover hunter friend and enemy you will always be one of these . 「 meme weekend ! 」#enjoy luna xx
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The Richest Man - Review Of Audiobook Principals
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You Shouldn’t Have Come here | Jeneva Rose | Published 2023 | *SPOILERS*
Grace Evans, an overworked New Yorker looking for a total escape from her busy life, books an Airbnb on a ranch in the middle of Wyoming. When she arrives, she’s pleasantly surprised to find that the owner is a handsome man by the name of Calvin Wells. But there are things Grace discovers that she’s not too pleased about: A lack of cell phone service. A missing woman. And a feeling that something isn’t right with the town.
Despite her uneasiness and misgivings from Calvin’s friends and family, the two grow close and start to fall for one another. However, as her departure date nears, things between them start to change for the worse. Grace grows wary of Calvin and his infatuation for her seems to turn into obsession. Calvin fears that Grace is hiding something from him.
Told from dual points of view, You Shouldn’t Have Come Here is a thrill ride and a cautionary tale of what can go wrong when you open up your house and your heart to a total stranger.
Grace has set out on a road trip that would send her from New York City to Dubois, Wyoming. Every year, she throws a dart at a map, and she vacations wherever it lands. This year, that is Wyoming and she is staying on a ranch that serves as an AirBNB. The host, Calvin, is a good-looking rancher who prides himself on being an exemplary host.
He and Grace get to know one another as her vacation goes on. She meets a variety of Calvin’s friends, including Charlotte, who is in love with him. Calvin shows her the ropes of ranch life, including fishing and even what happens after a predator finds their way into the chicken coop.
It’s clear that there is an attraction between Grace and Calvin, as they’re flirting with each other constantly. Calvin tells himself he isn’t ready for a relationship, as his girlfriend had passed away a year ago in a car accident. But, he says he would make an exception for Grace. The two of them enjoy each other’s company, but the closer the two get, the more Grace realizes that something is off with Calvin and the property.
Police have come onto the grounds in search of a missing woman. She was supposed to arrive at the ranch for a stay, but had gone missing. Calvin claims that she had never been there, and had never showed up so he had marked her a no-show in the app. The police accept this, though they do come back and search the grounds more.
Charlotte continuously insinuates that Calvin is off limits to Grace, though Grace defends her position in Calvin’s life, though she doesn’t know what that even means yet. It turns out that Calvin and Charlotte had slept together the night before, which greatly upsets her ex-boyfriend Wyatt, though he’s even more upset after finding out that Calvin’s brother, Joe, also slept with her.
After a birthday barbeque in honor of Calvin, Grace learns that Lisa, Calvin’s ex, had died in a car accident after Joe had been driving them home the year prior, on Calvin’s birthday. Joe had hit an elk, and the antlers punctured her lung and she died. It was said that Joe never hit the brakes, therefore he had done it on purpose, but Calvin wouldn’t believe that of his brother despite their rocky relationship.
After a near miss with a mountain lion, and a surprise guest named Albert, Grace begins to figure out that something is amiss on the property. When Calvin and Albert go into town, Grace finds herself in the basement, which Calvin previously had told her was off-limits. She finds a photo of the two brothers, along with a much younger Albert, with him listed as his uncle. Grace realizes now that Calvin has been lying to her this entire time she’s been with him on the property.
She also finds his guest book, with the missing woman’s name listed as the last person to have arrived, with a check-in date but no check-out date. Grace realizes she needs to get out of there, but her car was having some troubles. Calvin promised to have it fixed, but Grace believes this to be a lie.
When Joe shows up believing that Calvin had hurt him after finding out that he had slept with Charlotte, he tells Grace that he’s trying to save her from his brother. He begins to set the house on fire. He also confessed that their parents had left Calvin the ranch despite him having left, and Joe remaining to help. But, it was because of their abusive father. Eventually, their mother ended up killing him and then herself, and the entire mess was blamed on a house fire, which is what Calvin had been told. Joe knew the truth because of their family friend, Betty.
Calvin eventually learns this is the truth, and with Grace leaving, his manic behavior becomes more obvious. Grace begins preparing for her departure, and the morning she goes to leave, she realizes that Calvin is definitely not the person she thought he was. When her car won’t start, he attacks her. When she goes into the house and hides, Calvin finds her but finds himself drugged, losing himself completely and being unable to defefnd himself. Grace murders him.
She learns that Calvin was really the person driving that night, and that had begun is slow descent into being a serial killer, Lisa being his first kill. He killed her because she was was leaving, not bothering to discuss with him what that meant for the two of them. She was leaving as her assignment as a travel nurse was up, and she was being sent to Alaska. Joe had been in the back seat drunk, but Calvin placed him in the front seat to cover his tracks. Due to a TBI, Joe was never fully aware of this and still has no memory of what happened. She also learns that Briana, the missing girl, was being kept in a shed near the apiary where Betty kept her bees and Albert had been found dead due to a bee sting allergy the day before.
When she attempts to burn the house down, she finds the heads of three other women in his closet, all the women that had stayed on the ranch within the last year. Two other ones were there as well, but no heads, only the names listed: Briana and Grace.
Grace finds the missing girl in the shed and frees her, but doesn’t allow her to go along with her as she rescues herself. She begins driving away from the scene of the crime, after having cleaned herself up and dying her hair back to her natural color.
You see, Grace herself is a serial killer, whose real name is Avery Adams. Every year, she realizes she has an itch that she needs to scratch, and goes to stay at AirBNBs and kills the hosts. She has known that she was different for her entire life, and has finally done something about it. It was just her luck that Calvin himself had that same darkness in him but failed to see it in her.
She returns to her normal life, in a suburb outside of Chicago, Illinois. She is greeted home by her family, a husband named Daniel, and her two children. She believes that her daughter, Margot, has the same darkness in her, as she recognizes it from when she was a child. She had told her family that she was on a retreat in Seattle, and eventually, she would also take Margot on those retreats with her.
This one had me guessing the entire time. It was pretty obvious that something was wrong with Calvin, but I really just chalked that up to him being completely obsessed with Grace pretty early on. I don’t believe someone can fall that fast, but apparently, Calvin can. He was just too dumb to see that she was playing him the entire time, now that I know the truth.
I tried to read another book from this author, and hated it, but I truly enjoyed this one. I never saw it coming that Grace/Avery was basically a Dexter prodigy. IYKYK.
4/5 stars!
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2022 Music In Review
Post-Spotify Wrapped and as the final albums of the year come out I wanted to dedicate one post to music for the whole of 2022.
I may have binged some of these albums more e.g. Taylor Swift and Harry's House which aren't very groundbreaking but a lot of that was data limitation and general tune catchiness - it was a VERY strong year for pop and a very minimal year for indie/rock music actually.
This list is based on their technical delivery artistically & sonically as well as pure enjoyment.
Favourite Albums this year:
Renaissance, Beyonce - this album was easily her best work, the truly authentic club anthems honouring her uncle Johnny and the ballroom scene of the 80's is groundbreaking stuff. It slaps, hard.
Mr Morale & the Big Steppers, Kendrick Lamar - wow, this album is deep and the messages buried are so important that it makes even the heavier songs a compelling listen.
This Is What I Mean, Stormzy - sonically Stormzy keeps moving on so much, which is good and bad but I rate his desire to push himself so highly and there are some beautiful tracks on here that make me pine even for unrequited love.
hugo, Loyle Carner - the absolute master at soft jazz rap, he shows so much growth as a person as always lays his life bare for everyone to learn from.
MOTOMAMI +, ROSALIA - a new convert to ROSALIA, her ability to bring her authentic flamenco heritage to mainstream pop in a new and explosive way is tantalising. She had me shimmying on the subway I tell you.
Sonder, Dermot Kennedy - was waiting for this album for year and it's moved on in production values that sound higher quality. If you're in need of a cry, this is the album for you - not groundbreaking but a truly heartfelt album.
Harry's House, Harry Styles - harking back to the start of the year this album truly lifted the spirits in a pretty dark time, beautifully synthed up electric pop is a move-on again for Harry and he's really owning his sound.
Midnights, Taylor Swift - binged this on repeat for a week, a classic TS album full of well-written catchy bangers and a great new style. Absolutely nothing groundbreaking about it and not really a big differentiation in style like folklore was but a solid album with AMAZING marketing.
NO THANK YOU, Little Simz - to be honest, this was a late surprise release so I need to listen more. I'm not immediately grabbed as hard as her last album which had some more jazz/afrobeat backings. This album is serious and has something to say, it's just sometimes harder to listen to.
Where I'm Meant To Be, Ezra Collective - an amazing discovery late into the year of these British-based black artists coming together to make an incredible community-inspired album of jazz/afrobeat bangers that are the perfect accompaniment to basically any moment.
BRIGHTSIDE, The Lumineers
Caprisong, FKA Twigs
ATTENTION: MILEY LIVE, Miley Cyrus
Dance Fever, Florence + The Machine
SOS, SZA - could be higher but only just came out!
Notable additional songs that slapped this year, not in strict order:
Running Up That Hill, Kate Bush. I'm always happy when Kate Bush gets her time in the limelight again and I feel like this song encapsulated a moment in time this summer and I love that a whole new audience discovered KB!
Afraid To Feel, LF SYSTEM. This was such a lovely little summer banger.
Nail Tech, Jack Harlow. There were a few too many lazy duds to list the main album but I really liked this song specifically.
Starlight, Dave
In The Club EP, Mahalia
go, Cat Burns
WAIT FOR U (feat Drake & Tems), Future
Last Call, Khalid
Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd, Lana Del Ray
IFTK, Tion Wayne (La Roux)
Something In The Orange, Zack Bryan
I Burned LA Down, Noah Cyrus
Vegas (Elvis), Doja Cat
Stay With Me, Calvin Harris with Justin Timberlake, Halsey, Pharrel Williams
she's all i wanna be, Tate McRae
All in all a very good year for pop music, and I'm interested in trying to diversify my music taste in 2023.
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