#the piece that lowkey killed my pen :(

[write-tama]

"to live with the milkman."

╰┈➤ francis mosses (the milkman) x doorman!reader

sypnosis ; reader is worried because francis hasnt been seen in a week. they decide to pay francis' apartment a little visit..

containing! ; lois stilinksy, working as doorman, gender neutral pronouns, use of y/n, francis being a little sick and out of uniform, francis and reader eat mac n cheese tg :3

authors note ; this is lowkey a slowburn-- i didnt mean to write so much D: i started writing yesterday morning and just finished this morning LOL but ya its very just wholesome and soft ^^

4.12.24 | 2.7k words

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As a doorman, you realize a pattern of people would often come and go through the apartment. You know who goes to work in the morning and who comes home in the afternoon, and you know what days they typically go out and days where they don’t.

So, I'm not totally creepy when I say I've noticed a shift in Francis’ schedule, right? He’s not one to typically go out unless he has work in the morning— which is usually Tuesday through Friday, but lately, I haven’t seen him all week.

Nothing but the worst truly went through my mind. He could’ve been eaten by a doppel, or worse, was mistaken for a doppel and was exterminated on sight! These anxious feelings went through my head as I nervously clicked my pen. I glanced at today’s list again, as if magically waiting for his name and picture to show up on the piece of paper.

click, click, click.

Through the office window, I heard the subtle steps of heels clicking against the worn tiles. Sighing, I sat up straight and folded my hands in front of desk, forcing my anxious thoughts to the back of my head in order to continue doing my job. I looked up to meet the gaze of thick magenta bangs with eyes barely visible I sort of wonder how she even navigates through her surroundings.

“Good afternoon.” She greeted, her thick lips curling into a polite smile. I nod as I took her ID and entry request through the letter box, scanning through the documents for any misspellings or misinformation. As I carefully examined the print, I notice Lois’ lips pursing into a curious point.

“You looked troubled, sweetheart.” She noted. “Is everything alright? Besides work-stress that is.”

I sighed a little, placing her card down before looking through today’s list. I checked off Lois’ picture before turning to my request checklist. “Yeah, I just.. I don’t know. Have you heard from Francis recently?” I asked, not even masking the worried tone in my voice. Lois hummed a little, as if thinking about the last time she has even seen the man.

“The last time I saw him, he looked extremely tired. Like more tired than usual. I think he was just coming home from work? He was coughing and sniffling a lot.” She recalled. “Poor boy.. He must’ve been sick for a while.” Lois shook her head. With her words I felt like a pressure had been released from my chest. Oh, good, so there is a chance he’s alive, I thought to myself. I slid back her ID and smiled.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry, I just get worried knowing that a neighbor could’ve been killed by a doppel or any force of nature of that matter.” I lightly chuckled. Lois smiled, taking her ID before looking at me.

“You should talk to him. I’m sure he could use the company right now.” Lois suggested, but through that grin I could see that teasing smile.

I sighed a little, a little grin starting to form on my face. “C’mon, Lois, that would be way too embarrassing!” I exclaimed, crossing my arms in my chair. Lois lightly giggled, raising a white glove to stiffle her laughs.

“Oh, it won’t hurt, honestly! You never know what could happen~” she said, all singy-songy. I rolled my eyes before pressing the unlock button.

“Yeah, yeah. The door’s right there.” I sarcastically replied, a big grin on my face.

“Just think about it!” She called out as she walked through the door. I shook my head in amusement, listening to the door click behind her. I locked the door and returned to my previous slouched position.

Maybe I should pay him a visit.

My shift ended around late evening. I packed my bag and slid on my cardigan before locking the door behind me and hiding the key in a place only the next doorman would be able to find it. As I walked towards the exit of the building, I thought about what Lois had said earlier about paying him a visit. I never even really attempted to go past the lobby area of the apartment building. I had no purpose to anyway. And plus, it would’ve been a lengthy process to even request a visitor’s pass due to the security. I looked over to the doorman’s office, realizing that as of now, no one is on duty. Would it be morally wrong to go against the rules of the literal job I worked in?

Maybe.

But maybe my curiosity and anxiety could take over just for this one moment.

I walked back to the doorman’s office and unlocked the door. I placed the key back in its original hiding place before entering. I made sure to lock the door behind me before taking a look around the room again. Behind the doorman’s seat, there’s a door that leads to the stairway of the apartment complex. Its main purpose was to serve as a fire escape just in case of an emergency. Eagerly and swiftly, I gently pushed the door open, making sure to not make much noise. Once I walked out, I was met with the smell of old concrete and a spiral of stairs. I sighed to myself, remembering that Francis does in fact live on the third floor.

The stairs felt endless as my shoes clicked on the hard concrete. Fortunately, I only had to take a break only two times. I was finally at the end of the stairs, my legs tired from the endless climbly. I pushed the door open and was greeted with a typical carpeted hallway with blinding yellow-white lights that nearly burned my eyes. I sighed before trailing through the doors, looking at each number plate in order to locate the right room.

“Room 02, room 02..” I hummed to myself, just like how I would while scanning through files. After turning a corner, I was finally able to locate Francis’ room. I raised my fist to knock at the door, but the soft, soothing sounds of piano muffled through the wood. I stopped in my tracks, feeling as if my knock would disturb the perfect flow of the keys as I’m sure its song filled the apartment with grace. I waited for the keys’ song to slow to an end, the melody slowly fading out of the air and a sigh following its silence. I couldn’t help but smile, and sure this gave me enough proof that Francis was in fact still alive, but.. Something about his skills on the piano made me even more intrigued by the man.

I gently knocked with my knuckles, but making sure I was firm enough for the knocks to even be heard. From inside, I heard a chair scrape against wooden floorboard before footsteps steadily approaching me. A couple locks were undone before the squeak of the door filled my ears. I looked up and there Francis was— his eyebags were relatively darker and he was still in sleep attire with a baggy set of pajama pants and a fitting white tee.

“Oh— uh, (y/n)—” he said a little shocked to see me. I smiled a little, tilting my head at him.

“You shouldn’t have opened your door so fast. I could’ve been a doppel, y’know?” I advised. I heard him suck air through his teeth as he realized his rookie mistake.

“Mmm.. I’m sorry..” He mumbled, making me raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t have to apologize to me.” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “I’ve been worried about you since I haven’t seen you in a while. I just.. Wanted to check if you were okay.”

Francis raised his eyebrows in surprise. It made me wonder if anyone else but me paid him a visit due to his absence. We lingered in silence for a minute. he stared down at me as I stared up at him.

“..May I be invited in?” I requested, breaking the silence. Francis blinked his eyes a little, as if he had been lost in thought previously.

“Mmm.. ID and entry request, please?” Francis teased, smiling a little. I scoffed, immediately catching on to his wittiness.

“Ha ha, very funny, Mr. Mosses.” I sarcastically replied, rolling my eyes. His grin grew wider, clearly amused by reaction. He stepped aside from the door, allowing me to enter. I walked in, bag still clutched to my side as I took a look around the apartment.

It was humble but quaint space. The ceiling lights were off and frankly looked like they were never used, however, his lamps illuminated a soft warm orange on his furniture. He had a small box TV and dull red couch with a small round coffee table planted in the middle. Huddled in a corner was his old piano he must've been playing earlier. Francis closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it as well. “Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess.” He apologized, quickly rushing to his couch where clothes scattered over the armrests. He went down a small hallway I assumed to be where his bathroom and bedroom was. I took off my shoes and placed my bag on the table that sat next to the door before sitting myself on the couch.

I sighed a little, almost drowning into the soft pillows. It almost made me question why he would be struggling with sleep if he has a couch as comfortable as this. I could see a bit of his kitchen from sitting on his couch. It was a decent size with counters on one side and the appliances on the other. It seemed like he had something on the stove cooking as well.

Francis walked in shortly after and took his seat on other end of the couch, keeping a distance between the two of us. I brought my knees to my chest while hugging his couch pillows. I looked at him for a bit, trying to figure out myself as to why he hasn’t been out recently. Not only was his dark circles were more apparent, his hair was a little longer and messier. He looked paler than usual as well. Francis turned to me, a curious look on his face.

“Is it apparent..?” Francis asked. I furrowed my eyebrows, a little confused on what he meant.

“Hm?” I hummed in response.

“That I’m coming down with something.” He chuckled slightly. I shrugged a little, leaning back on the couch cushions.

“I mean.. Your hair is messier.” I smiled, admiring the frizz on the top of his head. Francis quickly glanced up before running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s not that messy..” He sighed.

“Well, I wouldn’t know. You always got that milkman hat on the top of your head.” I laughed. I glanced over to the kitchen again, realizing that steam was coming through the glass lid. “I think you might want to get that.” I suggested, nodding my head towards the stove. He hummed a little before getting off of the couch and heading towards the kitchen. I watched as he reached the top of the cabinets, stretching up with ease. I couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders to his slim waist defined by his white shirt.

“Hey, I made mac n’ cheese if you’d like a bowl.” He offered, his voice immediately cutting through my daze.

“Oh— uh, yeah of course. I was about to get dinner after I got off my shift but here I am.” I chuckled. He nodded before grabbing another platter to make my own plate. I sat patiently on the couch before noticing the remote on the coffee table. “Hey, can I turn on the TV?” I asked.

“Hm?” Francis hummed from the kitchen. “Mmm.. Sure. I don’t mind.” He shrugged before turning back to his task.

Something about this felt so.. Safe.. And homely. I felt comfortable, despite me never even being in Francis’ apartment before. It felt familiar, and I couldn’t lie to myself and say that this is the most peace I’ve felt since the news of doppelgangers came out. I picked up the TV remote and flicked it on, browsing through the channels before find a movie we could idly have in the background.

Francis came out of the kitchen, holding two bowls with forks in each. This time, he took his seat much closer to me before placing my bowl on the coffee table. “Thank you.” I politely nodded. I took the bowl and started to eat. Honestly, to my surprise, the food was actually pretty good for a man who worked day and night. I was enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of us as we enjoyed our dinner together— something I barely saw myself seeing tonight.

“Hey.. (y/n)?” Francis mumbled quietly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I replied, taking another scoop of the creamy mac n’ cheese to shove in my mouth.

“Why did you.. Come here?”

Something about that question made my heart skip a little. Why did I come here? I mean— I came here to make sure he was okay. That’s my job as doorman. To make sure all of the neighbors are safe and alive. But even when I heard him through the door, clearly shown to me that he is still breathing, I stuck around anyway.

Why did I come here?

“Well— I uh..” I trailed off a little, sort of lost to where I should even begin. “I was just worried about you. That is my job, no?” I said, clearing my throat. I kept my eyes on the screen, a little embarrassed to even face him.

“Mmm.. I don’t entirely believe that.” He hummed. “You could’ve called.”

Oh, fuck, yeah no— he’s right.

Ugh, Lois!

You set me up!

“That’s true..” I chuckled. “I guess you caught me.”

“Mmm..” He mumbled. He placed his now empty dinner on the table before folding his hands in his lap. “So..?”

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat fast inside my chest and a warmth creeping up my whole body. I placed my bowl onto the coffee table as well, and finally mustered the courage to look at him in his eyes.

“Francis..” I mumbled. He leaned in a little closer, as if he wanted to lean into my words and trusted them to embrace him.

“I.. I just.. I think I like you..” I trailed out. My head felt cloudy as a tingling sensation danced all over my skin, feeling like a little kid during recess confessing to her elementary school crush. “I've liked you.. Ever since we met. I never really said anything because I felt like you weren't necessarily interested in a relationship.. But Lois and Rafttellyn would always point out how you would look at me and I just—!”

A strong hand placed firmly on my cheek— so cold against my blushing face— pulled me in to meet those soft lips of his. I was completely silenced and wide eyed, but I knew what he was telling me. Everything in those pink lips told me that everything was going to be okay, and he liked me just as much..

I fluttered my eyes closed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to his chest. The TV buzzed in front of us, sputtering incoherent actors cracking jokes and delivering their lines. Our finished bowls of dinner were scattered on the table, but it was easy to tell the food was delicious for no piece of macaroni was left unnoticed. I pressed harder against his lips, letting the thought of breathing slip my mind.

If this is what it's like to live with him—

To spend our evenings chatting

Eating dinner on his couch

Watching TV while enjoying each other's presence

Then maybe I could get used to this.

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tagging ; @crybabies-heart @shypizzaperson @your-local-oc-maker @spearsillustration @mochi46106 @seraphlin @glxyaaandromeda (some ppl i tagged either bc they followed me on my old acc and just some ppl who interacted with my past content and just thought they would be interested in this fic :3

thank you so much for reading and reposts and likes are always so, so appreciated <3

#milkman #milkman x reader #thats not my neighbor #thats not my neighbour milkman #francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses thats not my neighbor #tnmn milkman #tnmn #francis mosses x you #lois stilnsky #fanfiction #wholesome

[kuumara]

Will's possessed again. Don't even wanna call him that but whatever-he's locked in the bathroom. Screaming, yelling at him to let him out. Being generally violent. He's supervising him (on the other side of locked doors) because when he's like this for too long he starts hurting himself.

Sometimes in the middle of these episodes the real Will wakes up and takes control, but only for a moment. Mike hears him calm down, he's back.

He takes out his chewed up pencil and a little notebook; he still loves to write whenever he can, it makes him feel like everything is okay.

You okay, he writes on a piece of paper. It's more of an attempt of comfort than a question. Folds it up and pushes the pen and it through a hole in the wall. It was made by bullets from Nancy's shotgun when a demodog somehow got in this safe house. That was more than a year ago, probably- Will could still listen to and participate in their plans to find and kill Vecna while he was still weak. Then Vecna regained a lot of his powers and it got progressively worse, from these episodes happening once every 5 months to happening almost every 2 days.

Murray had said, "He's not allowed to listen anymore. We never know when he's just Will and when he's Spy-Will." That was half a year ago, but now they can kind of tell when he's possessed. He doesn't start being violent the second he gets possessed, he just gets this look on his face, an uncanny and unnatural look, wanting to get as much information as it can about their plans to stop Vecna. Then they of course lock him in a room, to prevent spying. Even Joyce didn't object, she just goes in a different building when this stuff is happening. Mike hates treating Will like this, he knows he's still in there while he's possessed, but Will isnt a frail 11 year-old anymore, when he's like that he can hurt others pretty badly. He almost broke Murray's legs once.

Mike wishes he could help. This wouldn't be happening if only he didn't let Will go that time in 1983. And 1984. And 1986-

Great even. Why?

The paper falls back through the hole. Mike smiles at Will's note. He enjoys talking to him, or just being close to him.

Do you think if Vecna gets cancer he's just gonna die and we dont have to kill him? He slides the paper and the pencil back. He hears a small laugh and laughs himself.

Maybe. I'll ask when he invades my mind again

Then he would get angry he would be like "why do you all want me dead" :(

Will doodles Vecna as a middle schooler getting bullied. They're both laughing now.

I enjoy talking to you Mike writes. He wants to write so much more and let Will know how much he appreciates and loves him, but after considering just straight up writing I love you he pushes the paper back.

Let me out then is what comes back. Mike's smile fades; Will's gone yet again.

After minutes of Mike not responding Will is knocking on the door between them, then pounding, then yelling at Mike for being a bad friend. All Mike can do is cover his ears and cry hopelessly.

Ok this wasnt intended to turn into a fanfiction but lowkey slay

#mike wheeler #will byers #byler #byler fanfic #byler fics #byler angst #byler s5 #stranger things

[unioncolours]

The 4th Majsasaurus Year 💖

And so yet another year in fandom has passed. I always write these on the day of my first fanfic’s upload date, which is 22nd of September, and it’s a small tradition to write it, even if this year it was uploaded on the 23rd. My bad, hehe.

 In 2020 I wrote my Majsasaurus Year, in 2021 my 2nd Majsasaurus Year and last year my 3rd Majsasaurus Year. This fourth year has been significantly quieter than my last years, especially the firsts, which is also visible on my AO3 page with fewer fics (in numbers) uploaded and no fanarts uploaded.

Still, let’s take a look at what my fourth year as a certified ShikaTema + Shikajin nerd has been up to!

Please keep reading if interested 💙

I ended my 3rd Year discussion with presenting my then brand-new long fic Labyrinth of Confusion. At the time of that discussion only one chapter of the Inojin-centric Crime and Punishment vibey-fic had been uploaded, the first one, and I was excited for what the fic would turn out to be, because this fic was the most pantser like long fic I’ve ever written. I had no clue of anything at any given moment, but damn if I didn’t manage to make the pieces fall perfectly together by the end. LoC ended up being 92k words long and writing it from the very beginning to end took me a bit more than five months. You might think it sounds like a rather long time period for Majsasaurus Bex, and if you did, you are right. I did think so too.

In the middle of the process of writing LoC I went through a stressful time which involved direct triggers to my very bad decline into depression in 2021. This time I managed to work with the triggers opposed to the first time it happened and my wellbeing didn’t spiral down, but it meant a much slower process of writing overall. I moved houses too, and I swear to god, there is nothing more creative-killing than moving your home. It’s stressful, time consuming and expensive and this move involved a lot of planning for the private economy in times such as these. This is the reason I have not made a single artwork since August 2022; the move was heavy on my psyche, and everything involved with economy – and besides that my subscription for the software ran out and lifting the pen became so hard.

This also meant LoC turned into a slow process.

I wrote in my 3rd Year Discussion this: “I sincerely hope I will look back to this fic with love, compared to whatever I felt after Hope in the Universe. I am lowkey excited. Hopefully my readers will also love it.” The other fic referred to was one I wrote during 2021 when I went through the same triggers as now and I hoped so much to not feel bad. And I didn’t feel as bad, finally.

Do I look back at LoC with love? Yes, I do. The final chapter of LoC was published the 1st of February in 2023 after the hard labour of love to build up this mystery and worldbuilding heavy psychological thriller. I am so, so proud of how it turned out, especially given that I tried out a new writing style which I think hit the nail on the head and then drove that nail right into my readers’ hearts.

My absolute bestest Varya drew me a fic cover for LoC, including three artworks here, here and here. Thank you for your enthusiasm.

During the time of uploading LoC, something magical happened. I received my InoShikaCho zine I had worked on in its physical form and to just leaf through it and see my words printed in it and see the artwork of characters I love an unhealthy amount of was amazing. After LoC was finished, and the zine started wrapping up the long process, I uploaded my fic for it onto AO3 for everyone to enjoy.

The fic in question is Stick, Poke, Pierce! which is a funky, funny little piece of baby gen InoShikaCho being young menaces. I wrote that fic back in 2021 and you can read about the process in the Majsasaurus discussion for 2021, and it was a joy to get back to a fic one hadn’t touched in such a long time, this time with accompanying art from the artists of the zine. This cute snappy one shot received surprisingly little attention on AO3, but oh well, it IS cute, and I think people can enjoy cute stuff too sometimes.

I also wrote in my 3rd Year review that I “maybe” have a third chapter to my Temari x Sakura fic as part of my bi-yearly wlw urgent need for this year, but in the end chose against it. In February I started writing on an independent InoTemaSaku sexy threesome fic instead, but writing sexy things didn’t fit with my overall irl mood at that time and I dropped the fic. Did you hear it, Majsasaurus dropped a fic? She who completes e v e r y t h i n g ? I know, I know, I am shocked too, but luckily this was just a wip that went to sleep instead. Maybe I will revive it, because I do want to write more wlw-sex scenes because those are the best for me. Or maybe I will get an Ino x Temari fic out instead that I have an idea for. We don’t know yet.

The urge for wlw-content did not disappear with that part of my life though, as I immediately after deciding to drop the threesome fic started writing what I called WIAG, that was titled to When I am Gorgeous. The idea to WIAG had been in my head for a long while, ever since 2020 in fact, but sometimes you need to marinate your ideas properly before committing to writing them. Let’s not be hasty, and so on. WIAG is a historical au set in the 1930s, being about women who were deemed mad on poor criteria and sent to an asylum. I so enjoyed writing it, and it was so different compared to LoC – the plot heavy, buildup heaving and death heavy action and psychological thriller it was. To quote one of the lovely people who commented WIAG, it was like writing (/reading) a “water colour painting”, so despite the heavy theme, there were many moments in the writing that were surprisingly calm and relied heavily on nature.

I wrote the entire fic besides the final chapter and published the first chapter in April 2023. I even commissioned a fic cover for it by @mheerdraws which can be seen here. WIAG contained what I yearned for, a bit of wlw-action while still being a Shikatema fic. I was rather nervous over it – not for posting the cruel events I depicted in the fic, but for the romance in it, fearing monoshippers ShikaTema shippers to throw rocks at me, but no one did and even if they were monoshippers they loved if enough to give the scene and romance between Temari and Ino a chance, which made me so happy. This was also the likely reason the fic didn’t receive much traction; there was little spice between Shikamaru and Temari which is probably what a lot of people want when scouting for a Temari fic. I am very proud of this fic.

After WIAG I took a well-deserved break, an interesting one at that, since during the time period I wrote WIAG, a fic which dealt heavily with fertility and women’s freedom and right to have (or not have) children in a historical light, I became pregnant myself. The final chapter of WIAG was uploaded in June, when some of the pregnancy symptoms kicked in for real. The biggest symptom I had was tiredness and a lot of it, including naps every day, and I left the creative brain on pause for the entirety of June. I didn’t write a single word in June and didn’t feel bad for it either, which is rare for me.

My fandom life was quite on pause during the summer with me focusing a lot on myself and my irl needs while writing an original fiction work on the side. My OG fiction work was finished in September. In late July I started writing on a fic again, this time a once more, Shikajin my beloved-centric one shot. It was fun to focus on something short and silly after two very emotionally heavy works – also to show my readers that I still have a damn range, haha. I can do both fluffy and sweet, and the heavy angsty torture. The silly one shot going smut turned into what was in August uploaded on AO3 as Attractive. It was lovely to drabble into nothing but romantic fluff and smut without any specific plot. That fic also featured an OC little sister to Shikadai, and she was a blast to write.

One of the anti-highlights of the fandom year was definitely when the time skip designs were revealed. I saw Inojin's new hair style, and, I kid you not however I wish I exaggerated, cried during seven different occasions over the span of four days. I cried over his hair for fucks' sake, me, a grown-ass woman, hAHA. This is a testament on how snowed in I am on these next gen boys, and how close they are to my heart. I fucking love Shikadai and Inojin, way too much, hahaha. Now I have melted the idea of his hair and do not feel awful about it anymore, but I am ever so often sending bombastic side-eyes to Ikemoto.

In September, I decided it was time to tell the fandom world about my little baby and I started writing on my “projection fic”. I don’t often project while writing, so this was a fun exercise. It’s a fic about Temari expecting Shikadai and specifically the birth scene. I finally managed to finish the fic today and uploaded it immediately out of pressure for my 4th Year discussion, hehe. The projection fic became almost 7k words long – and is a wonderful mix of poetic descriptions and just raw depictions of pushing a living baby out of you with all the gore involved. It is called we hold galaxies.

And that was today.

That was an entire year in fandom for me. I have managed to distance myself from jealousy and frustration which I felt a lot last year and have felt more peace in myself and my presence than maybe usual. I gained new friends from a new server, but also lost a great amount of friends too. Now I have learned to let go of fandom friends instead of grieving them a long time, even if it still hurts when your friends give up on you. I also dived into a new fandom (though I am very quiet about it on the internet and have not mentioned this out loud), which is Bungo Stray Dogs. My best fandom friend @notquitejiraiya moved to my country this year, which was a wonderful gift.

I am sad I stopped drawing, that’s true. I am not happy about the little amount of different fics I wrote, but still, it was the right amount.

And for the 5th Majsasaurus Year? I truly hope I can get out a semi-long fic of Shikajin before January (I am aiming for 30k, canonverse) and after that my goal will be to re-edit and re-write To go down with the Sun, my first long fic of Shikajin, which also is one of my best fics of all time. I wrote it when my English wasn’t perfect, so the edit would be only on surface level with language and phrases rather than fixing major content, because there are no plot holes in the entire thing.

Other than that, I don’t know. I don’t know how to write fics while having a newborn baby. But I truly hope there will still be plenty of Majsasaurus on the internet to share in the future too 🥰

Thank you to everyone who has read and commented my fics since September 2022. You make it all worthwhile to hang around four years later too.

Yours truly, Majsasaurus Bex

#majsasaurus

[magicxc]

About Me

Description: My name is Emmy

I use she/her pronouns

Late 20's

Libra ♎︎

Black-West Indian

Fun facts: My fave color changes every few months lol, but I’m currently obsessed with pink.

I'm a movie qween; should be a movie critic lowkey. I remember I once spent the entirety of a party watching films lol. I can get down with most things but action, thrillers, and comedy hold a special place in my heart.

I listen to a little of a lot music wise, so rec me literally anything however - reggae, rap, and pop gets me GOING.

My fave season is fall, I mean she’s everything; clearly.

My fave holiday is Christmas. The vibes are unmatched, the snow creates a blanket over the earth, everyone’s nicer and cherrier. The food, the romance, the traditions….ugh I can go on forever.

How I got here: It was literally never my intention to join Tumblr. Never even thought of it tbh. I opened Wattpad on some nostalgic shit a few years back, then found this bomb ass writer with links to A03. I hated the set up so bad and it genuinely felt difficult to manage, but from there…..I found a link to ✨Tumblr ✨ and landed on what felt like a gold mine. So yeah, curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction def brought it back.

When it clicked: When I was in grade six, my teacher brought in a bunch of paint color swatches; you know those thin papers with the made up names on it? Well, our assignment was to write a story using some of those colors. And I remember writing about a beach day, describing the sand and the waters using names I never even heard of lolz. I kept that paper for a year or so and while I NEVER wrote for fun lmao, I always knew that I enjoyed it.

My first piece: I had NO idea where to start. But being on Tumblr reignited that flame for me and I just HAD to write something. So one day, after a long and intense daydream, I put “pen to paper” and it’s been on and popping eva since haha. I'm not a huge fan of that piece but it keeps me humble. Find it here.

#Emmy's Fun Facts #About Me

[monsterfan20]

MONSTER IF THEY WERE THE ZODIAC KILLER ZODIAC SIGNES PART

Virgo (Virgin): ❤️ Jan ❤️

(He’s never done “IT” before 😉😱 IFYKYK)

He’s never afraid to put his heart into a project, no matter how difficult. God rest his soul.

He’s really enthusiastic

And he’s curtis and earger to assist others because he was excited to do his job.

And then, he’s lofty, (???) Devoted, attentive and devoted to romantic partners (like the pretty girl at the bar )

And he’s understanding 🧠

He needs a filter because he can’t take back Jeppoty chances

He’s really delicate and little

And he wants to enhance his job (in monster )

and he needs to rememebr to take a break from work and appreciate the small pleasures in life

Libra ♎️ (Lunge)

It’s an air sign. Represented by a scale and they’re ruled by VENUS which rhymes with PENIS 😁

He’s obsessed with symmetry and he moves his hands up and down like a scale, he’s an intellectual, he would make a really good decorator if he had a house but he doesn’t rn. A cardinal sign which means libra’s are great at launching new initiatives, struggles with indecision. Trust own initiation like when he ws trying to get TENMA ARRESTED😡😡😡😡😡😡Can resolve conflict with charm ✨

That’s all i got for libra ♎️

Scorpio ♏️ (DR. GILLEN)

Passionate and assertive

He kind of looks like aBUG AND A SCORPION IS A BUG A BUG A BUG HE LOOKS LIKE A BUG and he’s passionate and um he has a really good level of determination when talking to Criminals

He has experience that could get him destroyed 👀

Enemy: pieces

Weakness: Be manipulative but i don’t think he would do that because he’s sweet and gentle

Lustful? NO! Powerful? NO! Mysterious? Yes!

😄😃😅😂😄😂🤣😄😄😅😅😂😂😂

Reserved and takes some time to open up to people, observant and prone to staring (not starring)

Gatherings are lowkey but friendly at the same time

He was so lowkey he gave that guy a pen and the guy killed himself with a pen but he didn’t let it get to his head and he stayed focused and on task

Scorpio is like Leonardo decaprio, hillary clinton, SCROPIO BACKWARDS IS OIPROCS

he is charming with the ladies he captures my heart and he’s a water sign 🪧

Sagging tarius (Sagittarius (♐︎) (Greek: Τοξότης, romanized: Toxótēs, Latin for "archer"))

✨🎇GRIMMER🎇✨

They have curiously and humor and a sense for adventure

Sagittarius is a tea pot. HOTTTT! (grimmer) mH

He’s moral like moral orel and lazy and gluttonous but i, i think he’s open minded and versatile and his element is FIRE 🔥

adventurous lke when grimmer is running around homeless talking to people

Good natured, optimistic like how he looks at life, Good humor, but he eats a. lot so he’s gluttonous

Hes modest

His home planet is JUPITER TO GET MORE STUPITER ew this girl has her boobs out oop-

And he’s really enthusiastic! 🌹🌸💐🌺🌷🌻🥀🌼🪷🪻

“It’s impossible for humans to forget their emotions”

he said that

Aquarius (Christoph )

He’s really eccentric because i get scared when he’s on screen

hes unpredictable and reminds me of my abusive home life, and like when he almost shot someone

hes rebellious i guess and too hot to handle and hes artistic and good at art!

Not really open minded so i don’t think it’s accurat when they say that

Because hes a Nazi

And hes and air sign and is

Approachable because he shakes hands at parties

And he alwyas acts like there’s something wrong with him so hes charming and unconventional and charming

The dates are january 21-feb 19

Last but not least

Pieces (Fat prostitute)

She is a pieces because she’s fat

#naoki urasawa’s monster #naoki urasawa #monster #wally darling #aesthetic #homestuck

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the mondstadt crew

characters included: diluc, kaeya, and jean

gn! reader as always <3

tw: fluff??? domesticity??? crack??? ideal relationships w people who will never be real??? also mentions of alcohol!

an: so i’m back w a sequel to my “fluff/relationships w the liyue crew” since you guys seemed to really like it <3 thank you my heart is literally melting 😩 this post was getting too long so i excluded some of the characters but expect a part. 2 (more like part 3 but part 2 to the mondstadt version)! 

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diluc

man. this MAN.

that’s it, that’s the headcanon. 

he would literally be the most doting lover in the softest ways

SUCH a soft romantic like you thought you knew love??? nah this man will show you what love is

will constantly leave you things around the winery to convey his silent thank you’s and appreciation for you putting up with him being busy for most of the day

it’s always the most thoughtful things ever too like-

you mentioned how nice it would be to have some fresh lemonade with the hotter weather outside but it was too late in the day to actually go to the market in search of fresh lemons 

the next day you walked downstairs only to be greeted with a pitcher of cool lemonade with a side of lemon bars

there was a note attached to the handle of the pitcher <3 

“i recall you mentioning how lemonade would be perfect for the warmer weather so i decided to make some for you this morning. i hope it’s still cool by the time you drink it. love, d” 

pls sir your hand in marriage

he secretly loves it when you usher him to bed after waking up in the dead of night to see him working by candlelight on reports 

soft hands on his cheeks gently whispering about how, it’s been far too long and come to bed, darling and there will be time for this in the morning

his protests are light given the dark purple hues under his crimson eyes but he’ll still make a little fuss 

don’t let this man fool you tho he’s so so touched that you care enough to check up on him and drag him to bed!!

sometimes on the days he has a bit more free time, the two of you will quickly grab your dinners and race to the highest spot in the winery to watch the setting sun

these moments are always filled with laughter, something you’ve found you’re easily able to pull out of diluc, simply because it’s you 

uncontrollable sobbing

he would let you paint his nails black like the angsty man he is 

frankly he would let you do anything to him if it makes you happy <3 

ok but wait diluc w bLACK NAILS?? AND RINGS??? i would die on the spot ⚰️

on the topic of makeup, this man is surprisingly really good w it 

i like to think he learned after practicing on kaeya when they were younger bc kaeya was really into makeup

you found out after babysitting klee one day and trying failing to draw eyeliner on the sweet girl after her “big brother ‘bedo!”

you hastily grabbed some wipes, gently wiping off the messed up design before attempting to dive back in 

diluc however, had some down time so he decided to check up on his favorite chaotic duo 

only to be met with a pile of dirtied makeup wipes, your frustrated expression, and klee’s growing jitteriness 

swiftly moving to your side, he quietly asked if you needed help 

you glanced up quizzically before handing him the eyeliner, already looking around to find more makeup wipes when this inevitably goes wrong 

to your utter surprise tho the eyeliner is perfect??? two perfect winged lines??? in less than a minute??? WHAT

you just stood there like 😦 before diluc got back up and handed you the eyeliner 

you were short-circuiting, klee was ecstatic, diluc was worried about you 

ok last thing abt diluc 

crack! warning but the both of you like lowkey pranking kaeya 

for diluc it’s revenge on his annoying brother; for you it’s good - natured sibling rivalry fun 

every time the two of you see kaeya, one of you always swipes something of his 

small things really, it could be a pen or a handkerchief

one time, diluc swiped kaeya’s spare eyepatch and from the looks of it, kaeya’s only spare black eyepatch bc he was frantically looking for it yk he’s desperate when he even asked diluc if he saw it

the two of you spent an hour nearly laughing your asses off 

all in all, life w him is so sweet 

kaeya

pretty boy? pretty boy. 

while i can’t guarantee stability, life would never be boring w this man that’s for sure

piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 

he LOVES it, the feel of you on his back while he’s walking around mondstadt most likely carrying you to your commission 

he finds it comforting especially since he can hear the rumble of your voice against him while you recount stories, or just babble on about everything under the sun 

he is SO dramatic so obviously when y’all reach the site of the commission he has to kill all the monsters even tho the both of you agreed to split it up evenly 

he makes quick work of his set before stealing some of yours much to your chagrin 

you scold him but can you really be mad at him when he looks drop dead gorgeous freezing the hilichurls the answer is no, no you cannot be

oh my god ok wait-

he does this thing where he tries to spook you in public 

so say you’re getting groceries at the mondstadt general store

you round the corner just minding your own business, looking around, taking in the sunshine 

and suddenly you just hear someone drop in behind you but before you can register anything you hear a soft “boo” and hands circle your waist 

you jump SIKE let’s be honest you shrieked 

meanwhile kaeya’s just laughing his ass off 

you can hear his rich peals of laughter while you attempt to regain your bearings 

he does this so often you SHOULD be used to it but you really aren’t bc mans is SNEAKY-

he cards his fingers in your hair whenever you’re speaking 

he doesn’t know why, it’s just a cute habit and he finds the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing

oH on the topic of comfort, kaeya really likes resting two fingers on the back of your neck???

ik he seems like the type to throw his arm around your shoulder which yes he totally is but during more serious conversations his hand automatically seeks out the warmth of your neck 

your neck feels amazing especially during the warmer months due to his chilly fingers contrasting with your warm skin  

he likes that he’s able to access such a vulnerable part of you and you would willingly let him 

HE GETS YOU MATCHING OUTFITS

no i will NOT take criticism on this i just kNOW he’s that type of guy

it would be those stupid “i’m his” and “they’re mine” sweatshirts like BYE 

it’s so cringy but for some reason it’s oddly adorable and you truly despise it but you can’t seem to say no whenever he asks 

you pretend to ignore the look of pity diluc throws your way whenever he sees you like this

kaeya really loves accessories so i think he would be the type to give you a promise ring or something similar to show that he truly does care for you 

he would brush it off, flirting a little like usual before handing you the ring 

with the way his cheeks softly darken though, you know he’s being genuine 

TICKLE FIGHTS ik i mentioned this for childe but shhhh

he has tickle fingers??? his hands just loOK like they’re itching to tickle someone so you’ll most likely be the unfortunate victim 

he will not show you mercy. at all. he’ll tickle you until there are tears streaming from your eyes, your face is hot, and your voice is hoarse from laughing so damn hard 

it gives him such a rush of serotonin its SO CUTE 

i feel like this goes without saying but he’s super into pda,,, anything and everything is on the table 

hand holding? duh. ass grabs? ofc. carrying you bridal style around mondstadt? why not 

ik he’s typically very playful but once the relationship reaches a certain stage, he’ll slowly start to let down the walls that surround his facade 

very very slowly show you the more realistic parts of him 

the real, damaged pieces of his soul 

he’ll be carefully monitoring your reaction though, any sign of fear or disgust will have him recoiling within himself again and you most likely will never see his true nature ever again 

SO BE CAREFUL 👹

once you’ve seen the parts of him he’s offered to you, the hushed whispers of his past, and the uncertain lines of his future, he will take off his eyepatch 

pretends like he’s not super nervous but he’s SWEATING- 

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen though hands down 

you can understand why he covers it up but you would like it if he felt comfortable enough to take off the eyepatch occasionally when he’s with you 

also!!! sleeps with his eyepatch side facing you (in the event he wears it to bed) 

if this happens you KNOW he trusts you bc it’s his blindside <3 

anyways life w kaeya will never be boring but he is a very complicated man 

stay with him though, i promise it’ll be worth it 

jean

the key to jean’s heart is coffee and food 

GET HER COFFEE AND FOOD

i am begging you she deserves it 😭

the poor woman works so hard bc the knights are so mf understaffed, this is literally the best way you can ever show her your love and appreciation when she has work

she will MELT if you have a hot shower and dinner waiting for her when she inevitably returns later than she promised

will completely refuse at first with, “you did not have to do this, it’s too much” but shush her as you shOULD bc she deserves the entire world 

she’s the definition of “you do something for me, i’ll return the favor ten times grander”

you leave a flower on her desk bc it reminded you of her??? you’ll wake up to find a whole bouquet of the prettiest windwheel asters you’ve ever seen the next morning along with a thank you note

she’s so sweet BYE

she gets flustered extremely easily so you obviously use this as an opportunity to tease her 

when you’re in public rest your hand on her waist and inch it higher until your hand is underneath her shirt and in contact with her warm skin 

she’ll actually short-circuit its quite adorable 

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and you’ll hear whispers of her insecurities 

“am i a good grand master? will i ever be as valiant as vanessa?”

reassure her!!! tell her that she doesn’t need to be like vanessa, she’s already amazing as jean 

if you haven’t seen her in awhile, track her down and schedule a lunch date 

she never misses appointments and if it’s for you, she’ll gladly make time to see you even if she has to stay up even later than usual 

OH-

GIVE HER MASSAGES 

she has so much tension and the sorest muscles from hunching over papers and running around on errands 

if you sneak into her office and quietly stand behind her before gently pushing down on the sore tendons of her neck, she’ll genuinely fall over on her desk 

so make sure you steady her 😀

after you feel how tight her muscles are though, you drag her to barbara bc she needs a healer asap 😭

while most of your time is spent in her office - you helping out in the ways you can while jean is overseeing knight duties - you still have your fair share of life outside of the favonius headquarters

jean never likes to sit still so whenever you have free time, the both of you head off looking for monsters to clear

bouken da bouken???

adventuring w jean is seriously the funnest thing you could ever do 

it’s just non-stop you accidentally getting into trouble and her having to come help you 

even tho the both of you are dead tired after fighting, what? 20 hilichurl camps now??? the laughter and joy in your eyes shows how you both truly loved every minute of it

it’s both a stress reliever, good fun, and a work-out <3

you’re definitely prone to getting dragged to angel’s share w kaeya 

kaeya and jean sometimes hang out after work at the tavern so inevitably you’re dragged along too 

all three of you are drunk out of your minds which just makes everything a MILLION times funnier 

kaeya slurring over his words makes the two of you start cackling endlessly while diluc just shakes his head making sure to not give you more wine despite your pleas 

angel’s share ft. kaeya and bartender diluc are always the best times fr fr 

life with her literally feels like y’all are married 

so much domesticity it’s so NICE ALJDKSFH

your house is always so clean and the color scheme is impeccable bc jean has such a good eye 

you have a chore schedule 😎 but it almost never works out bc jean ends up doing everything without you knowing- 

you always confront her abt it and she’s like 😁 “i had some time so i did them! no worries tho” like i- time??? where bitc-

oH- she has amazing style so you can bet shopping w her is literally the best experience 

she takes you to all of the hidden gems some places lisa recommended and helps you pick out things 

will 100% get really blushy if you come out in something and ask her for her opinion tho she’s literally the cutest

basically jean is a sweet girl who deserves the entirety of teyvat that is all. 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin jean #genshin kaeya #genshin diluc #jean x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #genshin jean x reader #genshin kaeya x reader #genshin diluc x reader #jean #kaeya #kaeya alberich #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #kaeya-x-reader #jean-x-reader #diluc-x-reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios

[bunny-xoxo]

Modern!Eren Jeager Relationship Headcannons

Modern!Eren Jeager x reader

a/n: I love this little shithead. These are just some headcannons of how I think it would be being in a relationship with modern!eren. Just to clarify, the characters are always aged up and in unversity if it’s a modern!au unless otherwise stated!! Please enjoy and feel free to come in my inbox and share your Himbo!Eren thoughts😩

gif not mine, credit to owner

Ok, for starters, Himbo Eren Supremacy!

Eren might not be the uhm smartest, he’s kind of a big cuddly idiot, and he is big and respects women -> Himbo!Eren

Anyways

Being with Eren means having a box full of ridiculous hand made gifts from Eren that he insists on you keeping for sentimental reasons, no matter how senseless they are

They’re usually really stupid and cheesy letters he writes on a torn piece of notebook paper while he’s in class when it’s especially boring him

They’re not even coherent thoughts on the paper sometimes

“Hi :) I’m sitting here feeling like I’m going to pass out from how boring this class is, and we’re supposed to be taking notes but I think I’ll just copy them from you or Mikasa later though hahahaha don’t! Tell Arma Armin! He’ll just yell at me :( unless I tell him I like his new haircut maybe which i actually do by the way it’s funny my hairs long now and his is short 1. Oreos 2. Milk 3. Shampoo 4. Hand sanitzer sorry I need this stuff and I would forget if i didn’t write it down. I bet you look really pretty right now :) in my head I’m kissing you teehee”

And every other part of the paper that isn’t filled up with his rambling is stick figure doodles of you two kissing and holding hands and one of him and jean arm wrestling but don’t ask him about it, he lost in his head this time so he’s gonna work out more later sdfnarfn

You have hair ties littered all over your place it’s ridiculous

You find them literally everywhere - probably cause he likes to fling them across the room and see how far he can get them when he takes them out of his hair, he will be stealing most of yours if you use them

He love love loves when you run your hands through his hair and massage his scalp after he takes his ponytail out

He almost immediately lays face down in your lap and groans while he moves around to get comfortable

If you don’t immediately start he’ll just look up at you with a little pout and move one of your hands to his hair and raise his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to pamper him

Loves being pampered and will definitely let you do his nails just to feel your soft hands on his - and cause he likes the way you always rub lotion into them after

Very touchy boy, I HC his love language being Physical Touch, hence how bad he loves being pampered

He loves when he comes out of the shower and comes to lay down with you, all sore from practice - it’s Eren, we know he play’s SOME kind of sport - and your hands start working all the knots out of his back and neck, working their way to the top of his shoulders and squeezing while they drag down his biceps all the way to his hands

Kiss his knuckles and he WILL melt

He never feels more loved than when you’re taking care of him like that, and let’s be honest you don’t mind running your hands over his toned body either

He loves pampering you as much as he loves receiving it, too

Loves rubbing your legs while he lays between them with his head resting on your midsection

His hands are rough due to years of abuse from playing sports, and they feel so good when he’s squeezing the muscles in your calf life that

Sometimes if you’re feeling sore, he’ll help you stretch your legs out

He’ll be sitting back on his knees by your feet, your legs spread in front of him. He grabs your left leg by your calf while he inches forward to lean above and bring your leg up with him, stretching your knee to your ear. The hand that’s not locked on your calf is resting by your head with his face mere inches from yours, his hair tickling your cheeks. You’re like that for a few moments before he leans in and ghosts his lips over yours, abruptly shifting up and kissing your nose instead. “Other leg!” jackass

He would love giving you back massages too oh god, and I mean like proper back rubs.

He’d have you laid out on your bed while hes straddling your from behind and pressing his fingers deep into the sore tissue there - sometimes you fall asleep and drool a little and he finds it so cute

He just loves loving up on you, period

On another note, he wouldn’t just steal your hair ties if you had any, he’d steal everything LMAO

Your hand lotion? He pockets it cause it just smells so good and always had his hands feeling soft whenever you let him use some. And why would he go and buy it if you have some?

Firm believer that y’all share everything

He’s stolen lotion, gum, socks that barely fit him, chapstick, lip scrub, pens, highlighters, literally anything.

And once you start to notice he’s all, “What? We’re in a relationship, partners are supposed to share everything. I mean, you steal my hoodies!”

“Eren, you give those to me cause you said it makes our relationship more ‘official.’”

“Ok, well that’s beside the point. All I’m saying is I don’t see the big deal. You’re more than welcome to take any of my stuff you like!”

Which is a nice thought except for the fact everything he has at this point just seems like more shit he’s stolen from you

More on his hoodies, he goes absolutely bananas seeing you wear his hoodie

He seriously gets so giddy and feels like his hearts gonna explode

He always smiles all big and wraps his arms around and lifts you into the air - it does not matter how big you are he’s going to do it

“Hiiii cutie.” He always says this and then buries his face into the crook of your neck and places sweet kisses there. Then he stands up straight and pulls the hood onto your face and tightens the strings, making it all scrunch up, sadly no he doesn’t care if your hair is done or if you wear glasses, he will do it regardless

One time you were a little grumpy with him from playing games with “the boys” for too long and neglecting you of some attention, so to apologize he just brought you a hoodie with some of his cologne sprayed on it -i just know he smells great- and put it on you and held you and pressed just so many kisses to your face and said sorry over and over again until you were giggling and gave in

He loves when you sit in his room with him while he plays games on his pc with his buddies definitely a PC gamer cmon

However, he will get more embarrassed than frustrated if you hear Jean teasing him cause he’s lowkey trying hard to impress you akfergirgu

“D’ya see that babe? I got first place with the highest kill count and the least amount of respawns 😏”

“Yeah I did Eren, that’s awesome buddy.”

He’d just smile and spin back around in his chair feeling all prideful pls protect him

If you join in teasing him he WILL pout after and you WILL have to make him a grilled cheese as your form of an apology

He will eat it in silence, look at you and try not to smile and just roll over and sigh SO loud

“I guess I can forgive you.”

Please he’s such a brat, but he’s your brat

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he’s such an idiot and I jus wanna hug from him and to wear his stupid hoodies 😪 I hope y’all enjoyed! Feel free to browse my blog or pop into my inbox! Love u cutie

-🐇out

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[chrisevansmaid]

Virginal

Summary: You go to a beach town in search of losing your virginity. The server at dinner is extra cute but it's also young Chris evans.

*this pic is from chris’s twitter*

MUST BE 18+!!!!

I see everyone saying this, so 18+ pleaseeeee. Begoneeeee youngins

Pairing: Chris Evans x female!reader, Young!Chris Evans x minor!reader, (Name inserted but you can switch it to yours)

Word Count: 3393

Perspective: Reader

Warnings: SMUTTT, p in v, mentions of smoking weed / dab pen, oral sex (female receiving), FLUFF AND ANGST, high sex, lowkey rough sex, dirty talk, degrading dirty talk, EXPLICIT sexual content, age gap, minor having sex with non-minor (17F with 20M), 

Authors note: 

FIRST FIC YAY!!!!!! Don't be mean pls <3.

I’m really bad at tenses so if it keeps switching from present to past tense sorry. The only grammar corrector I’m using is grammarly so if something doesn’t make sense oopsie, I’m too lazy from spending a while on this fic to go anal and analyze every sentence for errors. 

Okay so… I’m a pisces which basically means I can never stop daydreaming. Also the backstory is lowkey gonna be my backstory lol. This is how I wished I lost my virginity plus make it Chris evans.

*THIS IS NOT BASED OFF OF CHRIS ITS FULLY FROM MY IMAGINATION* 

Idk I'm bored and it's summer so I have nothing to do. YES THIS IS ABOUT A MINOR BUT IN MY STATE THE AGE OF CONSENT IS 16 SO CHILL.

18+ PLEASE STOP READING NOW IF YOU ARE A MINOR

So I’m a virgin. Not because I am a prude or anything, but it never worked. I like to self diagnose so my conclusion is I have vaginismus. That is basically rolled into my cervix/vagina clenches up whenever I try to have sex so no dick fits in and if anything does fit it's incredibly painful. It's not a matter of being turned on cus I could have Niagara Falls in my panties and it still wouldn’t work, trust me. Even being fingered was awful and I’ve been fingered like 10 times and none of them were enjoyable. My sister says I’m just really tight. Idk. I can finger myself and it's good-ish, I mean how far up can you reach with your own hand? 

But I’ve had enough of being a virgin and I just want someone to blow my back out. Preferably some sexy older guy. And because I’m sick and tired of having an untapped pussy I’ve devised a plan. I am going to the beach in a week or so and I am going to find the guy who I had my first kiss with and have him fuck me. Or some other hot guy I meet. But to make sure my inhibitions are lowered and my vagina doesn’t clench from nerves I am gonna get a little high before. 

1 week later.

My mom, stepdad, and I arrive at the beach and it is so pretty. I love this beach. It brings back so many good memories. I am rooming with my childhood friend, Sarah, and she knows I want to get fucked. We’ve snuck out before and we are so excited for this week. I take a picture of the beach and put it on my Snapchat story with my location tagged. This will let my first kiss know I’m near him so he can hit me up to fuck me. 

The day goes by kinda slow because all I could think of was walking up and down the boardwalk trolling for hot men. Finally, night comes and all the families that are at the beach go to dinner. I was kinda bored but then our server came. He was something else.

“Hi my name’s Chris and I’ll be your server tonight.” Ugh. Even his voice made my whole body warm up. His greenish blue eyes stared into my soul as he took my order. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly quaffed and the way his black shirt hugged his biceps was absolutely sinful. Okay yes, he was probably in his early twenties but who said I was ageist. If anything an older man would know how to fuck a woman better than any stupid high school senior that I would meet. 

I got up to go to the bathroom and saw Chris on my way. We locked eyes and didn't break contact until I went into the bathroom. As I stepped out of the bathroom I saw him again. It looked like he was waiting for me. His body was leaned up against the wall across from the bathroom I had just exited. He stopped me and said “Call me.” and handed me a piece of paper. Before I had a chance to say anything he turned and I was watching his perfect ass walk away. 

I went back to the table as if nothing happened. I don’t think anyone noticed my uncontrollable smile. Throughout the dinner, I could not tear my eyes away from our sexy server. I think Sarah noticed but I was gonna tell her about it when my parents weren’t right there. We finished dinner and all went back to the beach house. When we got back I told Sarah and she was so shook. We were racking our brains on what I should text Chris. I didn’t want to come off too strong but also I wanted this man to fuck me. So we settled on:

“Hey”

Yes. I know it's lame but he’s older defffffinitely older and I can’t act too young. Ugh, I am so scared of his response it's absolutely killing me. Sarah, two other girls that came to the beach, and I decide to go out for ice cream. At least ice cream would take my mind off waiting for a response. As we wait in line I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out and it’s Chris. 

“I thought I told you to call me” His response is very bold but for some reason, it only intrigues you more. Immensely more. I show Sarah and she smiles. 

“Guess who’s getting her wish tonight.”

“Oh my god,” I respond. “What do I say?” I am literally so scared that he will think I’m too young or too much of a child. 

“Um, don’t say anything. Call him.” Sarah says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

Do I actually call him? I’m literally getting the worst knots in my stomach and now I have to shit and I’m literally so nervous over a phone call. I am not a spontaneous person. AT ALL. 

“Okay, I’m gonna call him.” I say to Sarah after literally pondering this for 5 minutes.

Oh god. This is so scary. I tell Sarah to get me a vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and I step out of the line. I go to the walkway near the ice cream shop away from the crowd so I can hear better. I dial his number and put the phone to my ear.

It rings like 3 times and he picks up.

“Hey.” He says and his voice is even sexier than I remember. 

“Hey.” I literally didn’t know what to say and I am pacing up and down the sidewalk.

“So you must be the hot girl I gave my number to.”

“And you must be the sexy server.” Some wave of confidence came over me and that was the best response I could come up with.

“So what’s your name?”

“Olivia and if I remember correctly, your name is...” I paused to let him fill in the blank

“Chris.” 

“Chris, that's right.” I wanted to come off like I didn’t hang onto every word he said and so I played it off like his name wasn’t already filling my fantasies.

“So Liv, when am I gonna see you again?” He asks and this caught me a little off guard that he would jump straight to the point but I guess why prolong the inevitable.

“I don’t know, when are you free?”

“Can I pick you up tonight around 12?” Ugh yes. My plan was filling out nicely.

“Sounds great.” I mean what else am I supposed to say? 

“Send me where you’ll be and I’ll pick you up then.” His assertive tone was a panty fucking dropper. 

“Okay. See you then Chris.” I’ve picked up from my previous male experiences that if you say a guy's name he’ll be more inclined to fuck you. I mean I totally pulled that out of my ass but I wanted to sound like a confident vixen, not some 17 year old virgin. 

“Bye Liv.” The way he made up a nickname for me had me reddening in my cheeks and warming in my core. I say bye and hang up. As soon as the call ends I’m running back to Sarah and telling her every little detail. Okay, I really needed to get back home and shit. 

Sarah, the other girls, and I go back to the house and hang out for like an hour, and then it’s 11 and all the parents are asleep. I need to start preparing. So I take a phat shit and then shower even though I showered before dinner but I need to wash off my nervous sweats. I shave everywhere and when I get out I lotion my entire body, put on my sexy lingerie, and douse myself with perfume. I do my makeup but it’s simple and of course waterproof. I text Chris the address of the beach house but tell him to pick me up a couple houses down. I tell Sarah she needs to sneak out with me so if we get caught I can pretend me and her were just hanging outside the house. Sarah and I sneak out the back and bring her cart. I take a couple hits to calm myself down because god forbid I tense up before he can get his dick in. It's like 11:55. God my stomach is in knots. 

It’s 12. ‘Oh god’ I think to myself. I see a white range rover pull up at the end of the block. I say bye to Sarah and walk to the car. I see his face. Oh, fuck still sexy. I open his car door and jump into the passenger seat. 

“Hey.” I say

“Hey, Liv.” He says back. Him saying that little nickname he gave me is so much hotter in person. So so so much hotter. I think he knows what it does to me because his lips curl into a smirk. “Let’s go for a drive.” Chris says.

“Okay, I’m down.” I say back and kinda rethinking saying ‘I’m down’ because he is definitely rethinking how old I am.

We start driving around and talking and thank god the radio is on to fill any silence there could be. It’s on the country station and him liking country music is literally another added bonus. Then When it Rains it Pours comes on and I say “Omg I love this song.”

“Really?” He says back. “I’ve never met a girl as pretty as you that actually likes country music.” 

“Are you kidding? I love country music.” I say back not noting he just called me pretty. We mindlessly chat for like 20 minutes and Chris pulls the car into an empty parking lot that overlooks the whole beach town. 

“This is so pretty.” I say in awe of the gorgeous view. I can see from the corner of my eye that Chris is just looking at me.

“Not as good as my view.” He says back in a soft tone that has me melting to the floor of the car. I look back at him and we sit in silence just staring into each other's eyes. I glance at his lips and they look so kissable. They are the perfect amount of plump without being too big. When I look back to his eyes he is still staring at me. His lips almost form a smile and he grabs and cheek and kisses me. It’s even better than each and every one of my fantasies. I grab the back of his neck and kiss him even harder back. Before I know it the kiss gets more rushed and Chris is running his hands along the curve of my back. Our lips are crashing into each others with fervor like no other. He pulls me into his lap and he ruts his hips upward. He takes his left hand and moves the seat back and starts kissing down my neck. His lips leave little bite marks and he reaches my bosoms. He pulls my tank top down and pulls my breasts out of my bra and sucks on my right nipple as he pinches the left. Soft mewls leave my lips and he stops to look at me and the rush of cold air sends goosebumps across my skin. He leans up and kisses my neck and leaves marks all the way to my ear lobe and whispers “Before I fuck you until you can’t remember your name, How old are you?” 

Forming words is harder than I imagined so between pants I say back “17.” 

“Perfect” he whispers back while still biting my neck. “Come here” he says as he opens the door. I hop off him and outside the car and see the tent forming in his pants. He picks me up and wraps my legs around him and pins me against the car door. He bites my lip and I can’t imagine anything better than this moment. While still mounted on his he opens the door to the backseat and lays me down. He gets on top of me and shuts the door behind him. He ruts against my core and his jeans rub against the soft fabric of my athletic shorts. Although my mind is completely fixed on his engorged cock a thought forms in my mind. What if he thinks I’ve done this before? What If I’m so bad he doesn’t even speak to me again? These thoughts completely cloud my mind and Chris notices.

“What's wrong?” he says as he pulls away. I glance at his bitten lips and pant trying to form words. 

“Nothing just, I... I’m a virgin.” I blurt out. I am so scared I ruined the moment but his expression only intensifies. 

“Oh well we just can’t have that now can we?” He says back and his lust blown pupils grow darker and he kisses me with such intensity my thoughts completely leave my mind. I could get drunk off the taste of him. Chris breaks the kiss and rips off his shirt showing his perfectly chiseled abs. I felt them through the cotton but seeing them right in front of my eyes makes my mouth open. My lips peak into a smile and he picks me up and places my back closer to the car door. He rips off my shorts and starts kissing down my neck to my navel and I run my fingers through his hair. My chest rises and falls quicker as his lips reach my red lace covered mound. His teeth grab the waistband and he pulls off my panties. 

He inhales and says “So sweet.” His husky voice vibrating against my core. His kisses dance around my thighs. As more sounds leave my mouth Chris bites my skin. His hands hold my legs open as he licks down my folds. His tongue flickers across my clit leaving me trembling. I had never felt this way from anyone ever. My fingers run through his short dirty blonde hair and my nails dig into his scalp leaving crescent shaped indents. He slips his middle finger through my folds as he sucks on my clit. His fingers curl up hitting a spot I never knew existed. A feeling in my stomach starts intensifying and spreading through my entire body and I tremble in euphoria. Chris finger fucks me through my first ever orgasm. I shut my eyes tightly and when I open them Chris is staring right at me. I grab the hair on the nape of his neck and pull him back up to kiss me. I can taste myself still on his tongue as the material of his jeans rubs against my sensitive bud. His fingers pinch my nipples as he slips his tongue between my lips. I reach down and feel his throbbing cock through his pants. As I rub with the palm of my hand, throaty moans leave his mouth. Nothing was stronger than my desire to be fucked raw by this sex god. I pulled away from the kiss and say as I stare deep into his eyes “Fuck me Chris.” My words are efficacious to him. 

He licked his lips like an animal locked onto his prey. “Don’t have to ask me twice.” He pulls down his jeans and takes his cock out of his boxers. I have seen a dick before but never that big. My mouth almost dropped to the floor. He pulled a condom out of the back of the seat and wrapped it around his cock. He pumped his dick a few times before running the head along my sodden folds. “You ready?” I had never been more ready for anything in my entire life. Unable to form words I nodded my head. Chris pushes his cock into me slowly. I gasped at the feeling. I wasn’t as tight as I usually was but it still stung. Each inch stung a little more until he bottomed out into me. He stilled. His breath was hot on my ear as our breathing synced. I gasped again as he pulled his hips back. I reached down and pulled him back into me. 

“Don’t hold back.” I said. I wanted this to be as enjoyable for him as it was for me. Chris pulled out and thrust back into me again. The groans that left this throat made my pussy clench around him. He picks up his pace and pain turns into pleasure. My legs wrap around his thighs and I’m pulling him into me. 

“You dirty little slut. So needy.” He whispered into my ear. The sound that escaped my lips drew him deeper in like a moth to a flame. Chris drives his cock into me faster so that all you can hear is breathy moans and the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin. Chris moves his hand to my throat and squeezes. I try to moan but they catch in my throat and I look back at Chris. His mouth is agape and he is staring deep into my eyes. He thrusts so deep my eyes roll back and I have to shut them. He grabs my chin and pulls my face to meet his. “Look at me. Don’t look away. I want to see your face as I make you cum on my dick.” His cock is hitting places he didn’t even reach when fingering me. Another orgasm rips through me and my body trembles harder this time. Chris fucks me through my orgasm and just as I regained my mental awareness I could feel another one coming on. Chris squeezes harder on my neck as he sucks on my hardened nipples. He bites my skin and takes his hand from my neck and reaches between our sweaty writhing bodies and pinches my clit. A guttural moan leaves my throat as another excruciatingly intense orgasm takes over my entire body. I can tell Chris isn’t far behind because his thrusts become sporadic and he puts all his body weight into his last thrust and stills. The noises he makes me wish he was still fucking me. He leans down to meet my lips once again but this time it is slower and more gingerly. He pulls his dick out and lays down on top of me. 

We catch our breaths and I say. “Wow, that was.. fuck.”

Chris softly laughs and says “Who knew a 17 year old could have me in the palm of their hand.” 

“Who knew a however-old-you-are would take my virginity.” I say with a smile on my face.

“I’m 20, I probably should have told you earlier.” He says looking a little guilty.

“Don’t worry it would have only turned me on more.” I laugh back and our lips join in a soft kiss. 

Chris and I look at the dashboard and see it's 1:30 am. “Shit I should probably get home before my friend worries too much.” I say looking back at Chris and he nods. We sit up and reach down for our clothes. I reach for my underwear and Chris snatches it from my hands.

“These are mine now.” Chris smirks.

“Fine.” I put on my shorts and pull my top back on. Sadly Chris covers his humongous biceps with his shirt. I lean in and meet Chris with a kiss. We get back into our respective seats and Chris looks at me with a dumb smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” I say with a giggle.

“Oh, nothing.” Chris says and his smile only looks more like a 6 year old who just stole a cookie before dinner. I mean technically he did just steal something but that's beside the point. Chris puts the car back into drive and turns around to back up. 

As he drives me home there's more small talk but then he asks “How long will you be in town?” 

“A week,” I say. Chris’s dumb smile returns. “Okay, what's that smile for?” 

Chris looks at me and says “I’m just excited to fuck you every night this week.” 

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[spcncershybrid]

Past Pleasures

GIFS ARE NOT MINE

KAI PARKER X FEM!WITCH!READER (PAST RELATIONSHIP)

BAU TEAM X READER (PLATONIC)

SPENCER REID X READER (BRIEF AT END)

Request: Ohh I'm anxious for misunderstanding part 2! It's sooo good 💚 idk if you're taking requests (sorry if you're not) but i thought it'd be pretty cool if reader works at the bau and is someone from kai parker's past (a childhood friend/crush/whatever) and when the team's called for help in mystic falls, kai's the unsub.. thanks in advance and, again, sorry if you're not taking requests! Take care :)

(Summary: Never in a million years did you think your ex boyfriend would be on the BAU’s radar.)

(A/N: I'm altering the Prison World storyline from TVD for this imagine! Also I’m altering Kai’s storyline to fit this. Lastly some stuff in this story involving the hospital may be inaccurate. Also sorry this took so long to post. I hope you still enjoy it!)

REQUEST ARE OPEN (+ Harry Potter has been added to the list recently!)

“Hotch I’m going to be a bit late this traffic is a pain in the-” I start before I get cut off. “Y/L/N take all the time you need just make sure you get here in one piece.” Hotch’s stern voice says. “Yes sir I will be speeding there right now. Not literally Hotch.” I say before hanging up the phone. I steadily drive over to work and park my car. I enter the building and head up to the unit area. “Hey Y/N/N.” I hear Penelope’s happy voice greet me as I step out of the elevator. “Hey Pen.” I say smiling as I swing open the doors of the bullpen. I head over to my desk and sit down. “Ah don’t get too comfortable my BAU baby. We have a case.” Penelope says strolling past me and up the stairs.I haven’t had coffee yet.I follow her into the room. “Here I heard your commute was very long.” Emily says, handing me a cup of coffee. “Oh what did I do to be blessed with Emily freaking Prentiss.” I say smiling as I take a sip. “Here you go babes.” Penelope says handing us our files. “Okay Mystic Falls Virginia just outside our room. Multiple bodies were sent to the hospital all banged and bloody.” Penelope says shivering at her words.I look at the file pictures and these seem vaguely familiar.“So why are we being called in?” Derek asks. “Because they all identified that it was the same man.” Penelope says.Great it’s serial.“They all said it was a blue eyed, dark brown haired guy.” Penelope says. Oh shit Kai. “Do you have a name yet?” I ask Penelope. “No but, like major but a similar thing was done by a guy named Malachai Parker.” Penelope says shivering slightly. “So why haven’t they caught him yet?” JJ asks, confused. “No one has been able to find him.”  I look down to the floor remembering the prison world escape. 

“Kai you and I both know she won’t get us both out.” I say snuggling up to him. “Babe have a little faith.” He says kissing the top of my head. “Kai what if we don’t get out?” I ask sadly, remembering my life outside of this world. “We’ve dealt with each other for this long and plus we can kill our way to the top. I’ll consider sharing my coven with you.” He says smiling at me. I smile back at him. “As fun as the killing game sounds Kai I don’t want to hurt people. I want to do what I planned before I got in here.” I say fiddling with my fingers. “The FBI thing?” Kai asks quirking an eyebrow. “Yeah Kai I would’ve been perfect for that.” I sigh sadly. “If you became an agent would you put me away?” Kai asks, grabbing my hands. “I don’t think I can run a coven on my own.” I say smiling up at him. “Good now let’s find our ticket out.” He says clapping his hands together.

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“Y/N?” I hear Spencer whisper beside me catching my attention. “Hmm?” I ask looking up at him. “We’re headed to the jet now.” He says shyly, handing me my go bag. “Thanks Spence.” I say smiling as I stand up. We head towards the elevator elaborating on ideas for the case and catching Kai. We step onto the jet and take our seats. “Okay so his M.O is very bloody.” Emily says twisting her pen between her fingers. “He could be sadistic.” JJ suggests turning a page to look at crime scene photos. “Or he can be a sociopath. Or at least showing the signs.” I say as I shrug leaning back. “Why do you think that?” Rossi asks. “It was just a suggestion Rossi I honestly have no clue on how to approach this case.” I say closing the file and stare out the window.

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Kai and I enter the back seat of a taxi. “We‘re free baby.” I say laughing giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Where are you guys off to?” The driver asks. “Mystic Falls.” Kai says quickly. “Why are headed back to that trashy town Kai.” I say rolling my eyes. “Old friends.” He says grabbing my chin so I turn to face him. “What kind?” I say smiling at him. “Family kind.” He says placing his hands over my shoulder. “Why are we going to visit your family? They have caused you nothing but trouble. For fucks sake Kai they treated you like shit.” I say shifting to look at his face. “Relax it isn't going to be a fun reunion.” Kai says shrugging. I sigh lightly this most likely won’t end good.

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“Tell us baby girl.” Derek says as he puts Penelope on speaker. “Okay so this Malachai guy has a rough history. He was born in 1972 in Portland Oregon. He has multiple siblings which he, oh my gosh, murdered. He has a twin sister named Josette Laughlin and two younger siblings Lucas and Olivia Parker who are still alive.” Penelope says. “Is that all Penelope?” Hotch asks walking over to the phone. “Actually no this is weird. Malachai went off the grid in 1994, like disappeared. Then he reappeared in 2012.” She says, sounding confused. “Isn’t your hometown Portland Oregon?” JJ whispers beside me. “Sadly.” I say. “There’s been a series of bodies that are injured in the local hospital. Malachai was also admitted there but he isn’t seen on the cameras. They suspect he’s still in the hospital. ” The sheriff says quickly entering and exiting the room. We all scramble and put on our vests. Half of us enter one van and the rest in another as we speed off into the hospital.

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We enter the hospital with our guns drawn low. “Reid, Y/L/N, Prentiss take the upper area of the hospital. The rest follow me.” Hotch instructs. We all nod in unison and head up the stairs with our weapons still out. We make it to the floor with the victims and the lights go out. “What the hell.” I hear Emily say. “Welcome to Mystic Falls’ Hospital BAU agents. I am Kai Parker, nice to be acquainted with you guys seeing as my ex-girlfriend is on your team. Hello Y/N.” Kai’s voice booms through the hospital speakers. I groan internally at his words so much for being lowkey. I turn on the flashlight on my gun and look around. Great Emily and Spencer are nowhere to be seen. I surprisingly make my way down the steps and head towards the speaker room. No ones in here. “Of course you're the first to be here.” I hear Kai say from behind me. “Don’t make this difficult Kai.” I say turning to him. “Or what you’ll arrest me. Last time I checked you hurt people too. Before this whole FBI thing that is.” Kai says, stepping towards me. “Actually that’ll be kind of hot so I won’t oppose it happening.” He says, smirking at me. I lay my hand out to start inflicting pain on him. “Immobilis.” He says halting my movements. I freeze completely and stare at him as he walks around me.

“You still look the same. You even still have that scar from when we escaped the prison world.” Kai says as he drags a finger onto my cheek outlining the scar. “Does your team even know about me? Do they know you could’ve found me so easily with your magic?” He asks, gripping my arm. He siphons some magic from me causing pain but I can’t scream out. He lets go of me and drops the spell. “Motus.” I say immediately sending him flying out the room. He groans and gets up off the floor. He speeds over to me and grabs me by the neck pinning me to the wall. He grips my neck tightly as I gasp for air. “I won’t kill you because well we dated and you're hot.” He says dropping me. I fall to my knees holding my throat. “Malachai Parker. Put your hands in the air.” Emily says as she appears behind Kai. Kai smirks to me and puts his hands up. “Remember your house in the prison world. I hope you remember what I told you.” Kai says to me. “I love you and always win.” I say looking at him confused. “Ad somnum.” He says, turning to Emily making her drop to the floor. He turns back to me and grabs me by the chin. “I always win baby.” He says kissing me before speeding out of the room. The lights on the floor immediately go back on as he runs away and Emily stands up rubbing her head. “Where did he go?” Emily asked, looking around. “He’s gone.” I sigh sadly. “Guys!” We hear Spencer exclaim. Emily and I scramble out the room towards his voice with our guns drawn. “Oh my gosh.” Emily gasps as we see Kai holding Spencer up by the neck. I place my hand forwards and feel the gust of wind moving around me from the vents. I focus my energy on Kai and think of pain. Kai immediately drops to the floor, dropping Spencer in the process. I step closer to Kai as Emily grabs Spencer moving him to the side. I twist my fingers making the pain intensify as Kai screams out in agony. 

I drop my hand and Kai stands up glaring at me. “Mittite.” I say flinging him into the wall. He stays pinned tightly into the wall and I twist my hand snapping his neck. His body drops to the ground lifeless. “Cuff him and put him in the car before he wakes up.” I say to Spencer who nods back at me.

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We head back to the station and Kai gets put into one of the cells. “Make sure you call Bonnie and Damon quickly. Kai is dangerous.” I say quietly to Sheriff Forbes who nods in understanding. I nod over to her and walk off to the room where we all set up. “Where is everyone?” I ask, noticing only Spencer in the room. “Back at the hotel.” He says holding his bag tightly. “Oh um well I’ll be right back.” I say opening the door. “Hey Y/N would you maybe want to go out sometime?” I hear Spencer says. I turn to him blushing profusely and nod not trusting my mouth to say actual words. He smiles widely as I exit the room. I walk over to Kai’s spelled  cell and look at him tilting my head to the side. “Goodbye Kai. I hope you enjoy the new and improved prison world you'll most likely be sent to.” I say waving him off. I head back to the set up room and grab my bag. I lace my hands with Spencer and we walk out of the station.

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Eccentricity [Chapter 5: I’ve Lived The Life And Paid For Every Crime]

Series Summary: Joe Mazzello is a nice guy with a weird family. A VERY weird family. They have a secret, and you have a choice to make. Potentially a better love story than Twilight.

Chapter Title Is A Lyric From: Some Kind Of Disaster by All Time Low.

Chapter Warnings: Language, references to drugs and violence.

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Easy Questions, Evasive Answers

“So it was nothing,” Archer said, glancing up from where he was tinkering around beneath the hood of my 1999 Honda Accord, checking hoses and belts and dipsticks. “This is pathetic, by the way. That you can’t change your own windshield wiper fluid. Dishonor on you. Dishonor on your cow.”

“I never had my own car in Phoenix!” I objected around a mouthful of a Starbucks pumpkin muffin, my first of the season. And that was true: Renee and I couldn’t afford one. “I didn’t have to learn about car things!”

“No, it’s great, I love it, I have a customer for life.”

“It was totally nothing,” I told him. Meaning the photograph in the newspaper article from 1979. Meaning my paranoia surrounding beautiful, brooding, certifiably lethal Benjamin Lee.

Not Lee, I reminded myself. Benjamin August Hardy, born November 3rd 1893.

“Was it really?” Archer asked, skeptical.

“Uhhh, you were the one who was making fun of me for thinking he might be a time traveler. Or a bigfoot.” Or a vampire.

“Yeah, okay, true...” He let the hood of the Honda fall shut with a bang, then wiped the muddy streaks of motor oil from his hands with a stained rag. “But you were freaked out. Like super freaked out.”

“I was, yeah. But it wasn’t him in the photo. I took another look, there were freckles and, uh, like, uh, some other things that didn’t match up.”

“Huh.” Archer watched me with an expression I couldn’t read. “I didn’t notice that.”

“Ben laughed about it. Probably thinks I’m an idiot. A stalker and an idiot.”

Archer smirked slyly. “He must not have held it against you too much. I’ve never seen that guy laugh in my life.”

I took a moody bite of my muffin, rolled my eyes, feigned shallow schoolgirl angst. “Trust me, he’s not my biggest fan.”

“Ohhhh, and this bothers you?” Archer sauntered over and stole a crumbling hunk out of the pumpkin muffin. “Does someone have a little crush on the gorgeous, grouchiest Lee?”

“Definitely not.” I sipped my chai latte, contemplative, debating telling him more.

“Uh oh. There’s something else, I can see it. Spill the tea, you walking college-chick-who’s-obsessed-with-fall stereotype.”

“I’m so excited! I’m going to get to see changing leaves this year!” Cacti are majestic, ancient, intrepid, and they remind me of home; but they never change. They’re like desert earth that way, like the ocean. Like vampires, actually.

“We’ll have to do all the Instagram-worthy stuff. Pumpkin patches. Hay mazes. Apple picking...you can even bring that Ben guy if you want to. If he promises not to murder me with his mysterious time-travelling demon powers.”

Oh, kid, you have no idea. “So...I am kind of into a Lee guy. But it’s not Ben.”

Archer gasped, inhaled pumpkin muffin morsels, bent over as he hacked them out of his lungs. “Who?!” he rasped, scandalized, and then coughed again.

I couldn’t help but smile as his name spilled out: “Joe.”

“Which one is that? The Middle Eastern Men’s Vogue model one?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, not Rami. He has a girlfriend, by the way.” And has for the past half a century.

Archer wiggled his eyebrows. “Just because there’s a goalie doesn’t mean you can’t score.”

“Oh my god, please never say that phrase again.”

“Joe is the...” He closed his eyes as he drummed his fingers against the metal workbench, trying to remember.

“The Italian one,” I finished for him.

“Ahhh. The annoying one.”

“He is not annoying! Why do people keep saying he’s annoying?! He’s hilarious, and sweet, and lowkey wicked smart, and, and, and...”

Archer whistled, grinning, his dark eyes sparkling. “Damn, girl. You do like him. You really like him.”

I sighed in defeat. “Okay. I really, really like him.”

“Like him as in would swipe right on Tinder, or like him as in you want to get married and honeymoon in Hawaii and have twelve pasty, angular babies?”

“Oh wow.” And for the first time, I was confronted with the singular enigma that was a future with Joe. Vampires had relationships with other vampires, obviously, even marriages; but that didn’t mean the same rules applied to humans. Did he like me? Could he like me? What would that even look like? How would it end? And it would have to end, of course, eventually. Unless somehow I stopped aging too. “More than just a right swipe. We’ll see about the twelve kids.”

“Just make sure he wraps it before he taps it. I’m too young to be an uncle.”

“Stop,” I pleaded, gulping down my latte, averting my gaze across Archer’s small garage filled with customers’ vehicles, pretending not to be intrigued and yearning and petrified. I couldn’t imagine hooking up with someone as faultless and—presumably—experienced as Joe and being anything but a disappointment. I’ve never hooked up with anyone. At all. Ever.

“What?” he asked, concerned, thieving another piece of my pumpkin muffin. Powdered sugar dusted his fingers like the snow I’ve only seen two or three times in my life.

“Nothing. I just really wish you went to Calawah too.”

“And give up all this easy money from clueless suburbs people like you?” Archer beamed, wily and proud and affectionate. “Not a fucking chance.”

No More Sad Spaghetti

Joe gawked in horror, chomping noisily on his Big League Chew bubblegum, as I unwrapped the peanut butter sandwich I’d packed for lunch. It was mostly cloudy in the early September sky overhead, but he was still wearing sunglasses. He had traded in his ubiquitous U Chicago apparel for a Cubs t-shirt. Squirrels scurried through the bigleaf maple trees that dotted the campus, snatching up acorns with tiny clawed paws, wriggling whiskered noses in our direction.

“What’s your problem?” I asked, taking a bite. “It’s not sad spaghetti.”

He blew a small pink bubble, then popped it with his teeth. “Yeah, but it’s...like...mangled.”

“It got trapped between my textbooks!” I protested. Admittedly, the accordion-shaped peanut butter sandwich—my vegetarian alternative to fishstick Thursday—kind of sucked.

“You can’t eat that. Oh my god. It’s making me so sad. Give it to the squirrels.” Joe pulled out his iPhone. “What’s your preferred pizza topping?”

“I can’t tell you,” I replied, tossing my sandwich towards the nearest tree. A hoard of squirrels immediately descended upon it and proceeded to battle for dominance, emitting shrill, peanut-butter-crazed shrieks.

His brow furrowed. “Why can’t you tell me?”

“Because you might not like me anymore.”

“Why would I not like you because of pizza...?” And then he knew. “Oh no, oh god, please don’t say pineapple.”

“I’m a pineapple pizza person.”

“Baby Swan,” Joe said, deadly serious, pressing his palms together. “That is straight up sacrilegious. You can’t put tropical fruit on a pizza. You realize I’m Italian, like an actual Italian. I’m so Italian I’ve killed other Italians for being the wrong kind of Italian. That’s how Italian I am.”

“I feel like maybe I shouldn’t socialize with literal mobsters. It’s unsavory.”

“Settle down, I’m ordering the half-pineapple pizza, you freaking barbarian.”

I watched Joe as he tapped his thumbs against the screen, humming to himself, amused, perpetually buoyant. And I couldn’t picture him as a monster, as a killer: pulling triggers, slitting throats, digging blades into soft vulnerable love handles, feeling for the mortal puncture of a lung or kidney. I asked him, my voice quiet, hesitant, almost lost in the autumn wind: “Did you actually hurt people?”

“Nah. I didn’t have the stomach for it, even back then. I was on the deal-making side of things. The business side. I was a people person, a smooth talker, astronomically charming.”

I smiled, mischievous. “That’s difficult to imagine.”

“Okay, so no cheesy breadsticks for you.”

“I’m sorry, mob guy. Please order the breadsticks. You’re so charming I can’t stand it. My jeans are unzipping all by themselves.”

He raised an eyebrow and grinned. “So you’ll sacrifice your dignity for breadsticks. Good to know.” He finished typing and laid his iPhone on the grass. “Alright, next question.”

“Does your hair grow?” Joe’s hair—I couldn’t help but notice—seemed longer than it was the day I met him a week and a half ago, disorderly and auburn-tinted, ruffling in the breeze.

“It does, yeah. Hair and nails still grow. So you have to shave, but you can’t get razor burn. And any nicks close right up.”

“Very cool. How often do you need to eat? You know...actually eat.”

“It varies, but generally twice a week.”

“And what kind of animal has the tastiest blood? Besides...well...” I gestured towards myself. “The upright two-legged kind with opposable thumbs and a partiality for pineapple pizza.”

He blew another bubble, then leaned in towards me. And I realized, for the first time, that he had his own inherent, exclusive, totally Bath-And-Body-Works-worthy scent as well; Dr. Gwilym Lee was sandalwood and campfires and log cabins, Mercy was roses and vanilla...and Joe was pine trees, peppermint, cold night air, like all of that eternally youthful magic of Christmas Eve sieved into a bottle. I popped the sheer pink bubble with the cap of my blue pen. Joe asked: “Do humans like chocolate or vanilla ice cream? Coffee or tea? Baseball or something hella lame?”

“Depends on the human.”

“Exactly. Same deal for vampires. I prefer bears, especially grizzlies. Lucy and Mercy like deer, elk, moose, animals like that. Ones with hooves. Weirdly, Rami’s favorite is crocodile, I think because it was the first thing he ever tried in Egypt. He doesn’t get it very often, but has been known to buy them on the black market on occasion. Scarlett likes mountain lions. Also domestic cats, but you didn’t hear that from me. Gwil is a wolf guy, but he won’t kill the endangered kinds. Such a gentleman.”

“How about Ben?”

“Ben’s still coming around to the whole eating animals thing. I don’t think he has a favorite yet.”

Joe isn’t a killer, and he never was; I could believe that. But Ben... “Why is he so different than the rest of you?”

“That’s...kind of a long story,” Joe replied carefully.

“It wouldn’t be such a long story if people stopped talking about how it’s a long story and actually told it to me.”

He flashed a grin, revealing white canine teeth filed into points; they were subtle, yes, but they were there. Fangs. I envisioned pressing a fingerprint against them and feeling the flesh split in two, the blood dripping down onto his tongue like Washington rain. And unlike Joe’s skin, mine wouldn’t knit back together on its own. “But then I wouldn’t have the pleasure of tormenting you with the prospect of incredibly juicy yet confidential information!”

I rolled my eyes, sipped my can of Diet Coke, returned my attention to our lunch plans. “So garlic doesn’t repel you. That part of the lore is completely made up.”

“Yup. Thank god. Eternal life would be worthless without pizza.”

“Can you do drugs? Get drunk?”

“We can’t overdose, but we can get the effects of anything we consume. It’s not a good habit to get into though. If you’re nodding on heroin for like four days at a time, it’s pretty easy for some other vampire to find and murder you.”

“So a vampire can be killed by another vampire.”

“Absolutely. Next question.”

I consulted my mental list. “Do you sleep?”

“Yeah. Well, kind of. We nap for a few hours a day.”

“What happens if you don’t?”

“We get bitchy. Really bitchy. We essentially turn into Ben.”

I laughed, chewing absentmindedly on the end of my pen. “So that’s his problem. He hasn’t napped in a century. Now it all makes sense.”

“Something like that,” Joe said. “You gonna come over tonight?”

“I don’t know. I’m supposed to present The Walruses And Me tomorrow and I still haven’t started the book.”

“What do you know, I can tell you all about The Walruses And Me!”

“Seriously? You’ve read it?”

“No, but I can enthusiastically narrate the Wikipedia article to you while you pet Mercy’s alpacas.”

“That sounds like a terrible idea.”

“Terrible for your grade in Marine Mammals. Good for your development as an interesting and happy human.”

“Nice try, but I’m already both of those things.”

Joe reached out suddenly, jarringly, and ran the back of his hand across my cheek. My favorite Lee, I thought, thoroughly transfixed but trying to hide it. Oh no. “Interesting, definitely. But I have this gnawing, distressing suspicion that you’re still working on the happy part.”

“I miss the desert,” I confessed. That wasn’t quite all of the problem, but it was accurate: I missed the heat, the sun, the parched prehistoric air I had always called home. Although I was beginning to find reasons to like Forks, Charlie and Archer and the promise of a Pacific Northwestern autumn; and then one big reason in particular. A very old, pale, chatty, Italian reason.

“A bit of a quandary for a future marine biologist,” he replied gently, perhaps apprehensively.

“I always figured I’d live somewhere like San Diego or Los Angeles or Galveston. Someplace on the ocean, but also sunny and hot and with palm trees. The best of both worlds. But you couldn’t go there with me, could you?”

Oh no.

Oh NO.

Oh fuck, this is definitely a crushing-on-Lee-boys zone.

Joe stared at me through his sunglasses, chomping on his Big League Chew, the corners of his mouth turned up and etching lines like parentheses into his face, pleased and nodding slowly and triumphant somehow. Then he struck out his hand again, this time with his pinky raised like a flagpole. “No more pathetic depressing lunches.”

“You got it. No more sad spaghetti. No more sad peanut butter sandwiches. You have my solemn, human vow.”

He smiled as his pinky entwined with mine. “No more sad anything.”

“So this vampire thing sounds like a pretty sweet gig. No dying, no consequences for a hellacious diet or wild condomless orgies, literal superpowers, perfect hair...why doesn’t everyone get to live that way?”

He shrugged; and there was an unfamiliar, meditative tension in his face. Almost sorrow. “It’s not all pizza and orgies and heroin. We have weaknesses too.”

“Like what?”

“Hey, look!” Joe piped cheerfully, twisting around towards the parking lot. “I think our GrubHub guy is here.”

Bad Blood

I was definitely regretting that fourth slice of pineapple pizza as I waddled into Chemistry, navigating sluggishly around the hulking frat boys and giggling sorority girls and mousy bookish types who lugged around colossal backpacks that were always threatening to knock an unsuspecting passerby off their feet at each unthinking turn. But while I was arriving in the classroom—physically, anyway; emotionally I was standing in an empty field somewhere screaming I cannot be falling in love with a hundred-year-old mobster vampire!! into the void—Ben was a countercurrent darting through the crowds and towards the hallway door.

“Where are you rushing off to, old guy?” I asked him. “Bingo? To renew your AARP membership? To walk vigorously around the inside of a mall?”

Ben responded in that deep, low, humorless voice. “They’re doing some kind of blood typing experiment today. I probably shouldn’t be around for that.”

“Oh.” I glanced over at Professor Belvin, who was indeed hunched over the table at the front of the classroom and laying out rows of Q-tips and rectangular paper cards and alcohol swabs and bottles of clear liquid, whistling what sounded like Time Of The Season.

Ben sighed irritably, rubbing his crinkled forehead. “I already used up all my absences. I’m gonna have to make up a compelling last-minute tragedy. Tell Professor Belvin my grandma died or something.”

“I mean, technically, she did at some point.”

“Ugh,” Ben replied, not consoled at all.

“Wait, I got this.”

I gripped my belly, sank into the nearest chair, and groaned dramatically. It really didn’t require all that much acting. Ben watched with huge green eyes, confounded.

“Miss Swan!” Professor Belvin cried, rushing over. He was wearing khaki pants, a white shirt, and suspenders and a matching bowtie patterned with bubbling multicolored test tubes. Belvin had been Charlie’s classmate from kindergarten through high school, and still palled around with him over Bud Lights and low-quality nachos on bowling league nights. Bowling was, evidently, the sport of choice for middle-aged Forks dads. Also for Welsh vampire pseudo-dads born in the 1400s.

I whimpered in reply.

“Are you alright, Miss Swan?” Professor Belvin asked worriedly. A few students had begun to congregate around the scene. I felt a pang of genuine nausea as perspiration beaded at my temples. You better appreciate this, Mr. Hardy.

“I’m okay,” I said, in my most pained and martyrish voice. “I don’t want to miss...today’s lesson...it looks so fascinating...but I didn’t wash my kale thoroughly last night and then I had a salad for dinner and now I might have food poisoning.”

“You poor thing!” Belvin exclaimed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about class. You can just answer some textbook questions or something, no problem. Please go get checked out to make sure you’re alright.”

“Could someone...maybe...help me get to the campus clinic...?” My eyes listed towards Ben. “Maybe...my lab partner?”

“That’s a good idea.” Professor Belvin turned to Ben. “Mr. Lee, would you be willing to escort Miss Swan to the clinic? You can do an alternative assignment as well. If you don’t mind missing the blood typing lab.”

“I’d be delighted to help,” Ben responded, still puzzled. I offered him my hand, and Ben took it, grimacing as he led me out into the hallway. As soon as we were alone, he dropped my hand and opened up several feet of space between us.

“Thanks so much, Miss Swan, you are a lifesaver,” I said, imitating his morose, rumbling British accent. “Oh, you’re very welcome, Ben. You can repay me in basic courteous conversation and Starbucks gift cards and by maybe not killing me.”

“So you’re totally fine?” Ben asked flatly.                

“Of course. Nobody with taste eats raw kale.”

Frowning, frustrated, he started puffing on his vape pen. “You need to stop doing nice things for me. It’s extremely disorienting.”

“This may be difficult for you to come to terms with, but you, Ben Hardy, are worth being the recipient of nice things.”                          

“No, you still don’t get it,” he snapped, grabbing my wrist, spinning me around to face him in the empty hallway. “That’s all I’ve ever done. Kill people like you.”

The Fire

“Who is the cutest little alpaca I’ve ever seen?!” I cooed in a squeaky falsetto, scratching her wooly brown chin. “Who’s going to come home and live with me and Charlie forever?!”

“That’s illegal, ma’am.” Joe was watching me, arms crossed over his Chicago Cubs t-shirt, smiling wistfully.

“It is not!”

“It actually is,” Rami added. He was lying on the grass and gazing up into the roiling, grey, late-afternoon clouds with his fingers laced behind his black hair. None of the Lees were wearing sunglasses now. “A house has to be zoned as farmland to have alpacas, which ours is. Yours, tragically, is not.”

“What are you, a lawyer?” I shot back.

Rami grinned. “I was once. And I will be again, in approximately...let me count...five years.”

“That’s what you want to do with your boundless time and energy? Be a corporate shill?”

Joe cackled. “He tried that already. It lasted about five minutes.”

“Manhattan in the 1980s,” Rami reminisced dreamily. “Hundred-hour workweeks. Cocaine everywhere. What a time to be alive. And I hardly ever left the office, so the sunlight thing wasn’t a problem.”

“Okay, so you’re not in it for the Maseratis or the drugs...”

“I’m going to be an immigration attorney,” Rami told me. “Help refugees apply for asylum to come to the United States. Arabic-speaking refugees, in particular.”

“Wow. I stand corrected. That’s wonderful, Rami. I now feel like a total tool for only aspiring to save sea turtles.” But it made sense, of course. What would any good person spend eternity doing? Making the world just a tiny bit better. I glanced at Joe, teasing him. “And you just study how to get rich, huh?”

“I’m a venture capitalist,” he said brightly. “I invest in small businesses, counsel them, encourage them, connect them with other people in the industry, help them grow. And I don’t need the money, so I take a practically microscopic equity stake. I’m basically a professional charitable donor.”

“And you get to put all of those charming mob-guy skills to use.”

Joe winked. “Exactly.”

“Doesn’t it get old?” I asked both of them. “Being college students?”

Rami shrugged. “No really. The world changes, schools of thought evolve, our own interests fluctuate. Every few decades we circle back and go for another round, fresh degrees, maybe new professions entirely. You learn something new every time.”  

“And I’ve been waiting for all my old professors to die so I could go back to U Chicago for fifty years!” Joe shouted. “I’m fucking pumped!”

“But...don’t you already know everything...?”

Joe chuckled. “We’re vampires, Baby Swan, we’re not prodigies. We’re sharper than the average person, sure. But it still takes effort to learn. And we all have things we suck at.”

“Like not being obnoxious,” Rami said, nodding to Joe.

“Like not minding our own fucking business,” Joe hurled back.

“I cannot control the fact that I’m a literal mind reader—”

“You boys behave yourselves,” Mercy called in her relaxed, drawling Southern accent, swinging a basket of carrots and zucchinis and cabbages that she’d dug out of her garden, wearing a long flowing yellow dress and her hair tied up in a scarf. She plodded over in her bare feet, handed me a few carrots, then pointed to the chocolate-colored alpaca I was petting. “That lady there is Athens. And the black and white one by Joe is Augusta. Then there’s Norcross, and Alpharetta, and Savannah...and that real chubby grey one heading into the barn is Marietta.”

“I adore them,” I replied, beaming. Mercy had sheep and pigs and a couple of cows too, all ambling contently around the emerald green field as the first threads of fiery, rust-hued sunset were lighting up the horizon.

“We used to have ducks, too,” Mercy mused. “But they disappeared recently...”

Rami passed Joe a knowing smirk. Joe mouthed back menacingly: Do not.

“Hey mom,” Rami piped.

Joe jabbed an index finger at him. “No, don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare—”

“Joe ate the ducks.”

“You bitch!” Joe cried.

“Oh, Joseph,” Mercy sighed mournfully, lifting a brush out of her basket and dragging it down Athens’ fuzzy back.

“I’m sorry! It was one time! I was weak!”

“I’m not angry, sweetheart,” Mercy said. “I’m just disappointed.”

“Mom, that’s worse!”

Rami climbed to his feet and swatted grass and leaves off his cardigan sweater. “Alright folks. My work here is done. Peace out.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do a hit and run like that, hey, Rami, hey, hey, come back here!”

Joe trotted after him, shouting a litany of insults, as Rami laughed hysterically and careened into the house. Lucy and Gwil were in the kitchen baking chocolate chip cookies; Scarlett was in the garage changing the brakes on Ben’s Vantage; Ben was noticeably absent from the Lee household and presumably out hunting. It was remarkably easy to picture his fingers closing around bloodied flesh, a wolf’s or a bear’s or an elk’s, lowering his fangs to a pulsing jugular.

“So you’re really into this whole farming thing,” I said to Mercy, looking out over the field rimmed by towering western hemlock trees. I didn’t know exactly how many acres of land the Lees owned, but it was a lot. Mercy adopted rescue animals, donated vegetables from the garden to local food pantries, and occasionally rented out the barn as a wedding venue.

“I’ve always loved it. I had a farm, you know. Before I met Gwil.”

Before she died.

“I didn’t know that,” I murmured, wanting to learn more, afraid to ask, never meaning to pry or offend. “I remember you mentioned the Civil War, and a barn...being...well...being trapped in it. When it burned down.”

Mercy nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, that’s the polite version of the story, isn’t it?” She set down her basket in the tall grass, tugged distractedly at a dark strand of hair that had escaped her scarf, stared glassily out into the sunset muted with cloud cover as Athens moseyed away. “Do you want to know what happened? I’ll tell you if you do. But I don’t want to upset you, dear.”

My voice was barely a whisper. “I’d like to know.”

“We had a little farm out in the middle of nowhere,” Mercy explained. “My husband Arthur and I.”

And it felt so outlandish to hear her say those words. Husband. She had a husband before Gwil. She had a whole life before this one.

“He had a bullet in one leg and a limp from a hunting accident when he was a boy, so he was never called up to enlist. It was a rich man’s war, but it was the poor men they sent to die in it. That’s how it always goes, I expect. And how it always will. We had two daughters, twelve and fifteen. I won’t tell you their names. Don’t take that personally, dear. I haven’t spoken their names in a hundred and fifty years.”

She turned her murky eyes—like homemade bread crust or coffee or the wood walls of a log cabin—to me.

“When the Union Army came through, they were beasts. Men like that...men who have been killing and looting and burning their way across hundreds of miles...all they want to do is get blood on their hands. That’s all they remember how to do. So that’s exactly what they did. They slaughtered our cattle for meat. They burned the house down. And then they took me and my girls, and they...they...well, you know what they did. What men do when they’re monsters. And when Arthur tried to stop them, they shot him in the chest and spit mouthfuls of chewing tobacco on him as he bled out in the dirt. Called him a coward and a deserter. Told him everything they were planning to do to me and my girls. And when they were done doing all of those things, they locked the three of us in the barn and set it ablaze. I was the only one still alive when Gwilym got there. And believe me, I didn’t want to be.”

“I’m so sorry,” I breathed, my throat burning for Mercy, for her family, for this divinely kind and benign and tender woman.

She patted my cheek fondly. “It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. I got a second chance. Gwilym gave me a second chance. That’s what he does, you know. He finds broken people, fixes them, loves them fiercely. He gave me forever. Two more daughters. And three sons.”

Three sons, I thought. Rami and Joe and Ben. She counted Ben.

“Does someone have to be dying?” I asked her softly. “You know. To become like you.”

“No, honey. That’s just how Gwil does things.”

“But...why? What’s the possible downside? Why not change anyone who wants it?” Why not change someone like me?

And Mercy peered over at me, contemplative, curious, like tiptoeing gingerly over rotted floorboards, like weaving through a minefield. Like she was trying to figure out what I’d already been told.

“Hey Baby Swan,” Joe said, startling me. I whirled to see him waiting with a patient smile and his hands buried in his pockets. “Come on. I want to show you something.”

He led me upstairs to Gwil’s 1960s-style office, where Dr. Lee had cleaned and stitched the tiny gash in my forehead after my misadventure with Ben in the woods outside Calawah University, where the wall above the sturdy oak desk was adorned with a massive painting filled with gorgeous, unfamiliar, inhuman faces. Joe took a deep breath, and then he began.

“This,” he announced, introducing the painting, “is the vampire version of the mob. They can trace their existence back to before the Roman Empire. They find people who they think have potential, have talents. They turn them. And then they offer them a hundred-year contract. You sign it, or they murder you. When your term is up, you get to decide whether to renew or leave. But almost no one ever leaves. After a century of taking orders and guarding and killing, what else do you know how to do?” He pointed to the terrifying woman with long white hair and red eyes. “That’s Liesl. She’s literally Satan, only blonder. The chick with the tattoos is Akari. She can meet a human and tell what powers they’ll have once they’re changed. Very useful, obviously. The dude who looks like Idris Elba is Cato, and he’s actually an okay guy, he’s the one currently assigned to keep tabs on Gwil’s coven...”

I soaked the names in like rain into dark, lush Washington earth as Joe relayed them to me, strange and beautiful names: Aruna, Phelan, Morana, Adair, Zora, Araminta, Honora, Victorien, Rigel, Sahel.

“Who’s that?” I asked, gesturing to the young man standing at the center of the painting, the one with black hair and eyes so light and luminous a brown they were almost gold and a sinister, unmistakable magnetism.

“Very good question,” Joe complimented. “That’s their Al Capone. That’s Larkin.”

“And what’s his vampire superpower?” He has to have one. I know he does.

“How do I even put that into words? It’s more than charisma. It’s slightly less than mind reading. He can see through people, what they want most, what they fear. And he can make them do things.”

I gazed into those omniscient glowing eyes, feeling myself getting caught there, feeling some primal dread swelling in the capillary beds of my heart and lungs and bone marrow. “Joe, I’m thoroughly enjoying this captivating backstory, really, but...why are you telling me all of this now?”

“Because you asked why Ben is so different than the rest of us. This is why.” Joe waved broadly at the painting, at the closest thing his world had to a mafia, to unrepentant killers, to actual demons. “This is where he came from.”

[giyuwu-san]

Bakudeku modern day where Midoriya works in a flower shop. One day Bakugo goes in to buy some flowers because one of his friends asked them to but falls in love with Midoriya the second he see him. The bakusquad become the ultimate wingman (wingmen? Lol) to make Midoriya and Bakugo be together (or at least ask Midoriya out on a date owo)

look who decided to send one in again LMAO. I’m going to totally pretend that you didn’t just ask me who my bnha otp were on messenger before sending me this. but anywayz, I hope you enjoy owo. this lowkey turned into a crack fic

who’s it for? 

    pairing : florist!midoriya izuku x bakugou katsuki

    warnings : swearing (it’s bakugou i mean come on) crackheadedness (mostly from sero) fluff

    summary : (modern-day!au) is it love at first sight? bakugou katsuki could only stare at midoriya izuku, who he thinks looks lovely today.

    word count : 1.2K

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This is so stupid. Was what Bakugou Katsuki thought to himself as he made his way to the flower shop. Finally facing the front door, he stood for a moment, looked up, and sighed.

So fucking stupid.

The soft sounds of a bell took his functions as he opened the door. And with his head held down, he wandered inside the small shop. 

What flowers did he want again?

He thought once more as yet another long sigh left his lips, and the blonde made his way over to the section with the most flowers. 

         "Gardenias.“ he said quietly, finally remembering the name of the flower. “So lame.” he clicked his tongue, and after a minute of purposeful steps, he finally found the flowers his friend Sero, had graciously asked him to buy. The reason for the said purchase, Bakugou did not know. Nor did he intend to care. The only reason why he was in this situation in the first place was that he was the only person available. Nevermind the fact if he was willing or not.

Head still tilted down. He made his way over to the cashier and placed the pile of flowers on top for them to wrap. 

Except, he completely forgot what kind of wrapping his friend wanted.

         "Just put whatever.“ he said to the slightly flustered florist, whom of which he has yet to look at. 

The florist, who still seemed a bit flustered, could only chuckle.

         "They’re very beautiful gardenias.“ 

At that Bakugou finally looked up. What met him was a boy with green hair and freckled skin and, from the looks of it, seemed his age. Shifting his head to the side, he answered with a curt grunt.

         "Gardenias are one of my favorites ya’ know?” the male florist continued, trying his best to hold up a conversation. If only the recipient would have been a bit more welcoming. But he continued nonetheless, “they symbolize purity and sweetness. They convey secret love.” the florist smiled. “They give off lots of joy, like telling the other person: ‘Hey! You look lovely today!’” when he gets no response, he chuckles once again and starts wrapping the flowers.

Bakugou listened carefully to the boy’s spiel and glanced precautiously at the nameplate on his chest. 

Midoriya Izuku 

         "So, who’s it for?“ his thoughts get cut off by the boy named Midoriya’s voice. And he faced towards him once more, acting as if he was paying attention. He could not, however, act like the faint tint on his cheeks wasn’t there.

         "Just put whatever.” was his response. 

Midoriya smiled, albeit a bit awkwardly.

         "I’ll just leave it blank then.“

         - - -  *ﾟ‘ﾟ ☽  ☼  ☾ *.:｡ - - -

         "BAKUGOU YOU IDIOT!” Sero screams at the blonde from across the room.

         "WHAT’D YOU SAY?!“ Bakugou screams back, leaving Kirishima, Kaminari, and Ashido in the sidelines spectating the drama. 

         "I ASKED FOR PURPLE WRAPPING NOT GOLD!“ 

         "GOLD IS SO MUCH BETTER YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME FOR CORRECTING YOUR SHITTY TASTE YOU ROLLER-TAPE BASTARD!”

         "God, are they married or somthin’?“ Kaminari says to Kirishima, who only shrugs and continues watching the spectacle in front of him. Meanwhile, Ashido’s beside him with tears in her eyes. Not from worry, but from sheer laughter. “Why does Sero need the flowers anyway?” Kaminari continues.

         "Met someone at work he really digs.“ Kirishima said with another shrug and added; “Apparently.”

         "IT’S NOT LIKE YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT LOVE-AT-FIRST-SIGHT YOU FUCKING PRUDE!“ Sero yelled back at the man who’s next words shocked him.

         "YES I FUCKING DO, I JUST HAD IT THIS MORNING AFTER BUYING THOSE FUCKING FLOWERS—”

Oh.

My.

God.

Bakugou, being the prude he was. Was stunned into silence, a sight that, in return, stunned everyone else into a frenzy.

I did not just say that.

         "He just said that.“ Kaminari said, and Kirishima could only nod in astoundment. And with Ashido breaking into full-blown sobs, the whole argument that had just happened, ceased to exist. There were more pressing matters to attend to.

The Bakugou Katsuki liked someone.

         "Ashido, are you oka— oh my God she fainted.” Kirishima could only narrowly catch her from falling to the floor.

Sero, however, with his eyes sparkling, gripped the bouquet in his hand tightly with a newfound determination.

         - - -  *ﾟ‘ﾟ ☽  ☼  ☾ *.:｡ - - -

         "Alright, here’s the plan.“ Sero pointed his finger in the air. “I already found the schedules of each of the employees, and this Midoriya Izuku is off work tomorrow!” Sero celebrated, while Bakugou was still staring blankly at him.

         "Wait, hold on— how did you get their schedu—” Bakugou prompted, only to be shushed by Sero.

         "This is the power of a matchmaker, do not question.“ Sero added, pulling a pose Bakugou could have sworn he saw in an anime he’s watched. Sero continues, “And do not interrupt the master!”

         "Master?—”

         "I SAID DO NOT QUESTION!“

Sero pulls yet another pose— wait, is he floating?!

         "Now, before I was ever so rudely interrupted,” Sero said. “Midoriya-san is off work tomorrow, which gives you the perfect opportunity to buy him flowers without him knowing!” Sero seemed very enthusiastic about this.

         "Wha—” Bakugou started, only to be cut off, yet again. Honestly, what was he expecting?

         "—at an amazing plan Sero! I know, I know, I’m a genius.“ Sero literally pats himself on the back for that. As Bakugou finally sighs and admits defeat.

         "Wow, this might actually work,” Kirishima says, looking over to his friend Bakugou and shoots him an encouraging smile. “You should give it a shot.”

         "That’s unless he screws it up.“ Kaminari added, to which Bakugou yelled at and told him to ’SHUT UP YOU CIRCUIT BOARD PIECE OF SHIT.‘ Which Kaminari responded with a retort about ’THAT’S NOT HOW MY QUIRK WORKS.’

Kirishima watched on and for the third time that day, shrugged, while Ashido couldn’t do anything, for she was still unconscious. 

         - - -  *ﾟ‘ﾟ ☽  ☼  ☾ *.:｡ - - -

         "I am going to kill those bastards.”

         "H-Huh?“ Midoriya stared at the man in front of him from his place behind the counter. As he meticulously wrapped the gardenias into a beautiful bouquet. Meanwhile, the said man got absorbed into his thoughts.

I thought he was off work today?

What the fuck?

         "U-Uh, nothing.” Bakugou said, internally face-palming at how lame he sounded.

He had already planned how they were each going to die inside his head. Sero being first. He was so immersed in his plans of mass murder, that he almost missed the green-haired man in front of him ask him a question.

         "Who’s it for?“

Fuck.

Bakugou wanted to run, in fact, he almost did, but after looking into his eyes, no matter how cliche it sounded, he knew what he had to do. 

Man the fuck up.

He took a deep breath. Here goes.

         "Midoriya Izuku.”

At that, the green-haired boy dropped his pen and scrambled to pick it back up again. 

         "O-Oh!“ the flustered boy said, followed by a chuckle that sounded more like an awkward laugh. “Uhm, h-how about a little message, like a: ‘Hey! You look lovely today!’” he laughed once more.

         "Uh, yeah, and uhm.“ Bakugou started, as Midoriya listened attentively to what he was going to say next.

         "Go on a date with me.”

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#bakudeku #bakugo x midoriya #bakugou katsuki x midoriya izuku #bakugou #midoriya #midoriya izuku x bakugou katsuki #midoriya x bakugou #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #oneshot #bakusquad #bnha oneshot #bnha fanfic #mha oneshot #mha fanfic #bakudeku oneshot #bakudeku fanfic #dekukatsu #sero #kirishima #kaminari #ashido

[originaldanganronpascenarios]

Hello!! If possible can you write a rantaro x fem! Reader? High school/hopes peak( you decide) au, fluff. Let's say that the reader is talkative and popular. Ofc you are free to decline!! And if you decide to do it, take all the time you need!! I don't mind at all:)

Tbh if I did decline a oneshot request or someone requests it when they are closed I would just do scenario instead.

But damn it could be much longer tbh... Like I could make it a 3-part story. But I kinda suck at writing Rantaro's character. Still hope you will like it!

3rd person POV

Ever since you have started high school you were making more and more friends and had pretty high reputation thanks to that. But there was this one boy you couldn't get to meet even though you were in the same class. His name was Rantaro. He was gone traveling for a month and a half. You were unsure where to since nobody provided you with that info.

It was pretty wierd to see him back again and his desk wasn't now allways empty. So it was your time to get to know him.

You approached him calmly "Hi" you had a smile on your face and his voice seemed a bit tired as he said "Hey there... Y/N was it?" nodding you smiled "And you are Rantaro?"

He chuckled "That's me... Do you need anything?" crap you didn't think this through. But you had quick idea on what to say "I noticed that you were gone for a while and I was wondering if you needed any help with missed schoolwork. I can send you all the notes" you offered and he chuckled "That whould be nice" you took out a pen and piece of paper and wrote your contact info and gave him it.

He jokingly announced "Wow first day here and I alredy got someone's number"

"Wow I didn't expect you to be a flirt but well I guess I shouldn't have judged you" you joked back but he didn't seem to get the joke

"Oh it's nothing like that. I just thought I could keep the conversation going with the comment. Guess I didn't think it through and it came out as it did huh?" he rubbed the back of his neck nervously laughing "It was fun talking to you no wonder everyone likes you"

You raised your eyebrow at the statement "How do you know that?" crossing your arms you became curious since how he possibly could know it. He pointed at one of the students in the classroom her name was Kaede "Me and her went to the same middle school and she just gave me some info about the school and kept me updated on what's up" Rantaro looked back at you and you realized something "Whouldn't that mean that you already have the notes?" you weren't mad but you wanted to know why he'd agree to you giving him notes if he already had them "Well you see I don't have the most recent ones and since you asked if I needed it I said yes" he shrugged "I hope I can use this number not just for school related stuff" he said while waving the little piece of paper you gave him earlier. You smiled at him "I also hope we can become friends if that's what you are suggesting" he nods "That's exactly it you got me" he slightly raised his both hands in joking manner.

"By the way do you need to see around the school? I mean I don't know this place too well either but it's better than nothing"

"Nah I'm good. I'll probably figure it out myself. But if you just want to spend more time with me I'll pretend I haven't said that" he chuckled. He sure does laugh often. Not that you mind since it's quite pleasant sound and it also lightens the mood...

"Well we can spend time in some other ways. For example you can te-" you were cut off by a bell. Funny even though your conversation topic was school you forgot that you were actually in school.

"I guess we'll have to finish this conversation later" he went towards his seat.

=> After class

As soon as bell rang yet again he approached me "So what you wanted to say earlier?" you tried to remember what it was "Oh right! You could tell me something about your travels. If you'd like to of course!"

"It wasn't anything big really nothing much to talk about" he was a bit nervous that you wanted to get to know him better but hey that's what getting to know each other is right? "Okay I won't push you but if you have any good stories from your trip I'd be glad to listen" you announced.

"I'll keep that in mind" he smiled at you. And then there was a bit of silence between you two normally you'd keep the conversation going but you didn't knew what to say at this point.

So you just agreed to leave the conversation. The rest of the day you didn't talk much and now that you think about it you didn't see him during any breaks either.

Untill it was time to go home you had plans with few of your classmates after school so you were in a hurry (since you got held back by one of the teachers) and you didn't notice when your phone fell out of your pocket.

The one who noticed that was Rantaro so he picked it up and yelled "Y/N you dropped your phone!" you turned around and saw him with your phone. He catched up to you and gave you your belonging back "Thank you" you took it from him and checked if it had any damage. Luckily it didn't but since you were in a rush you couldn't stay with him longer... Until you got an idea "Hey Rantaro do you mind joining me and few of our classmates today? We are going to the cinema but think fast cuz otherwise I don't think we'd get there in time" he just nods and the two of you managed to meet up with the rest on time (Kaede, Miu, Kaito and Shuichi)

"Took you long enough" Miu crossed her arms and noticed Rantaro "Oh nevermind I know what held you back for so long" she laughed and before she got to say anything Kaede cut her off "You could call us you know" she pouted. You were a bit confused "When I was about to head out-" you were cut off by Kaito "It doesn't matter now. I mean we all will be late if we don't get going now right?" all of you agreed and managed to get to the cinema on time. After watching the movie you just talked for a while while walking aimlessly and then getting some food. It was clear that everyone had fun and you got a bit closer to Rantaro.

Some time after you got back home you remembered that you had to send him the notes. You were a bit tired but it was just a few pictures. Beforehand though you needed him to text you since you couldn't do it yourself because you didn't had his number. So after some time you got a text from him.

Unknown number: Hey there! It's me Rantaro

You saved his number before responding.

Y/N: Hey ^^ so what are your latest notes? I'll send you everything you are missing.

He texted you back saying what he had. It took him a while so he probably checked it.

Rantaro: Sorry for late response.

Y/N: Nah it's fine! I mean I don't expect you to remember everything :p

Rantaro: I guess you are right ;;

Rantaro: Btw thanks for the invitation today was really fun! I hope we can continue to meet like this more often.

Y/N: Don't mention it! I should thank you for handing me my phone. I'm pretty sure I'd notice it when I got home.

Rantaro: Well you're welcome then.

Y/N: How do you like our class so far?

Rantaro: You all are pretty cool. Can't judge much because I didn't get to know most of the class. But I feel like it's going to be gr8 in the end.

Y/N: I hope so!

Rantaro: Can I ask you a question tho?

Y/N: Sure!

Rantaro: How often do you go out?

Y/N: Whenever someone has an idea where we can meet. Like for example the movie was Shuichi's idea. But so far we didn't have much trips.

Rantaro: Understandable I mean the school year bearly started and you just met most of the people if not everyone.

Y/N: Yup!

Y/N: But I hope you will join us often it was even more fun with you!

Rantaro: You think so?

Rantaro: Well I guess I will tag along from time to time then.

Y/N: Oh shoot I almost forgot to send you the notes.

Y/N: Hold on a sec

Rantaro: I'm not going anywhere.

You took pictures of your notes and send them to Rantaro.

Rantaro: To be honest I almost forgot about them too.

Y/N: Then it's good that I remembered it.

Rantaro: Yeah.

Rantaro: But I should at least look through them now so I'll text you later.

Y/N: okay see you soon

You looked at the time it was 6 pm. You talked with some of your friends and as time passed Rantaro didn't text you again. It wasn't a huge deal he probably had something to do or just forgot to text you. You checked the time again and it was... 8pm already!? You really did kill some time earlier...

You did your thing for the rest of the evening and fell asleep. You didn't get any text from Rantaro.

=> Morning: In school

As soon as you got inside the building Rantaro approached you "I'm so sorry I didn't text you. I had to take care of my sisters and one of them took my phone"

"Ah so that's what happened? It's okay I don't really mind it" but you did lowkey hope that you could talk to him more back then but hey now you can talk in person and there is always tomorrow so there wasn't any problem to begin with.

"Thanks for understanding" he awkwardly smiled. Together you went towards class and had a small chat along the way. You could see that he was still a little bit guilty that he didn't talk to you yesterday but you decided to let it slide.

=> few months later (second term)

You really got close. The two of you were best friends but there was a problem. He felt something more for you and was unsure if he should confess. Sure you knew each other for a while now but it still wasn't long time. You noticed that lately he was acting a bit off. Almost like he avoided you but each time you asked him about it he just apologized and said that he's just overthinking stuff he wanted to deal with alone.

And if he thought it whould get you to stop worrying... He's wrong and couldn't be even more wrong.

He was talking much more recently with Kaito so you asked if he knew something. You know that Kaito whouldn't lie to you and if he did you'd probably be able to tell. His response was pretty obvious "What? Somethin' wrong with Rantaro? I didn't see him acting wierd lately" his voice was more calm than his face expression. That's when the thought hit you "So he probably acts like this only around me... Or you are lying and know exactly what's up" crossing your arms you looked at him as he tried to avoid eye contact "I don't know really geez I know you are worried but I think he's fine" after his response you sighed in defeat "What if he doesn't like me anymore?" you started working this might be it little you knew it was exact opposite.

"There is no way he hates you! I mean why whould he?" Kaito raised his voice catching attention of few people but they ignored it in the end.

"I don't know it either"

"Then maybe don't assume things. I think that Rantaro whould just tell you if you were bothering him wich you aren't"

"How can you be so sure?"

"How you can't be? I mean you two spend a lot of time together so you should believe that he'd be honest with you"

"I guess you are right... I still don't get why he ignores me"

"I tell you don't worry about it" he placed his hand on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit better.

You just decided to go with it becouse you tried talking to him but he always refused to answer. But maybe you are just overreacting and nothing actually was happening?

While you were at your train of thought Kaito went to look for Rantaro luckily you weren't around when he said "Dude did you seriously ignore Y/N? That wasn't what I ment!"

"I know... But I just feel like I'm scared honestly" he sighed "guess I'm just a coward huh?"

Kaito looked away "You are but you can still change it. I mean you really got her worried" he paused "I whouldn't be surprised if she was now trying to figure out what she did to make you avoid her"

Rantaro thought for a bit how you must feel "Fuck it" he stood up "I'm going to tell her now if she doesn't like me I'll just have to deal with it"

"That's the spirit!" Kaito gave him a thumbs up "Tell me how it went later"

"I sure will" he chuckled.

Instead of looking for you he wrote you a text.

Rantaro: Please meet me at the courtyard.

He was there before you and was really nervous. Thinking of what could go wrong and what could go right. Rantaro was ready for rejection but he of course wished you felt the same.

You finally got there and his heart was beating faster with each step you took towards him.

"I'm sorry" you said tearing up wich caused him to be confused "For what?"

"I don't know! For what I did that made you hate me?"

"What...? Y/N you did nothing wrong" he said as he hugged you in order to calm you down you could feel his fast heartbeat "I did" you were quiet so he could finish "I wasn't honest with you... For a bit long time"

Before you could say anything he almost whispered "I love you" you heard it clear even though it sounded like he didn't wanted you to hear it.

You didn't knew what to say. This led him to believe that you didn't heard him. He was a bit glad but it meant that he probably had to repeat it but you said "I love you too".

Funny you thought it whould be harder to say those words...

"So... Does it make us a pair?" he asked.

"Only if you want to" you winked at him and he chuckled "Then I guess I'll call you my girlfriend now".

~Mod Angie

#rantaro amami #danganronpa rantaro #drv3 rantaro

[yourpalshade]

tbh i want to hear ur answers for all of them if u feel like answering them shfjfjdkfkd but only if u feel like it!!! i also lowkey wanna play ark now cus u keep reminding me of it

Pteradon: Was there a dino death that really hurt?

When I first joined on Ragnarok during Christmas break when my friends bought ark to play on my server, I had brought out my aberrant raptor Peach from my previous Valguero save. And she ended up dying to a pack of beavers in beaver sanctuary. We ended up living close by and had a rule not to attack the beavers cuz of that. They r angry fuckers and killed countless other tames after that on that map but that one hurt the most

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Iguanadon: What dinosaur species would you like to see added to the game?

Id love to see a Sinosauropteryx!! It's one of the only dinosaurs where we know exactly what they looked like according to some articles I've read. Look it up its like a red panda but also a Archaeopteryx!! Cuties!!

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Thylacoleo: Favorite ability in the game?

Climbing picks ability to let you scale walls!!! They r so cool and fun to use!!!

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Broodmother: What was the first boss you ever fought?

Ajsjdj haven't actually beaten one yet but it'll probably be broodmother on Valguero!

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Argentavis: Do you have a go-to mount?

On the wiki says the Rock Drake often becomes a players main mount after acquiring one, and it very much has become exactly that for me ajsjdj. They all around are extremely useful and fun to use. Otherwise I'd say def my Argentavis Kevi!

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Triceratops: Where did you build your first ever base?

A nice little cottage on the mini island on Valguero!

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Dilophosaur: What's your favorite base location on each map you've played on?

I've only fully played valguero and Ragnarok, despite dipping my toes in almost every map. But for Ragnarok building in beaver sanctuary gave me access to pretty quick travel to anything I'd need! And for valguero the sorta middle far far right of the map, right before the jungle.

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Brontosaurus: Favorite map?

valguero valguero valguero VALGUEROOOOOWO

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Direwolf: Are there any species that you find yourself "collecting?"

Argentavis!!! I see pretty argys all the time and can't help it!! And also Allosaurus'

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Equus: If you were allowed to play with only three items, ever, (not including structures) what would they be?

A good quality pike! A good quality Argy saddle! And a Riot chest piece.

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Gallimimus: Favorite saddle design?

It's not out yet but I love the Magmasaur saddle!!! It looks like a crane operator box on the back of a big rock lava dragon and it's so cool, and makes sense for such a big creature that would probably burn you if you touched it

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Quetzal: What was your first ever "big" tame?

my griffin Robin! They took forEVER to get into the taming pen and we had to hike across the entire map to go get mutton for them to speed up the tame that was already taking an hour. It took our entire tribe to do many different jobs to secure the tame so I see that as the biggest tame

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Terror Bird: Favorite mutation you've ever bred?

I've never gotten a mutation but I got twin Pteradons on the first Dino egg I've ever hatched if that counts!!

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Leedsichthys: Are there any species you don't plan on ever taming?

Honestly, probably the Giga or Reaper King. They both seem like very like finale tames and sound like they'd take painstakingly long to tame. Titano maybe too. Idk tho, maybe if raid dino feeding is turned on, otherwise taming a titano for it to die in 3 days cuz they don't eat isn't worth imo

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Spinosaur: What's your favorite biome to explore?

Aberration caves in their entirety!!! I love them so much!! Underground forest with glowy Dino's what more could I ask for

This answer might change for Genesis tho with the release of the Lunar biome it looks so cool already!!

Thank you for the ask I honestly loved thinking bout these answers!!!!

#asks #pk-nexas #long post #i left out like 3 that were more pc based questions #also the post was getting v long so sjdjdj #ark survival evolved #ps im glad to get u back into ark if you do start playing again!!! #show me ur dinos if so i wanna see the cuties >:3

[tacticalhimbo]

[ DO NOT STEAL/REPOST. REBLOGS APPRECIATED ]

That moment when you take one of your most innocent muses and put her in a relationship with one of the cruelest men in the Mojave.

The idea behind this piece is my character (Nadine) was the daughter of a wealthy caravaner who was killed when a Legion raiding party raided the town they were in, and Nadine was captured and put into the slave pens. Per Legion tradition (from what I know), high-ranking officers of the Legion can buy wives...

Well Lanius took a liking to this Mojave dove, and took her as his own.

So... yeah.

Their height difference is also lowkey hysterical because Nadine is about 4 feet and 8 inches tall... and Lanius is like 7+ feet tall.

#txt #pic #my art #original character #fallout new vegas #fallout au #caesar's legion

[shesawriter39049]

“FAMILY TIES” Kim Taehyung (M) Mafia AU PART 3

AU SUMMARY :  A powerful alliance made up of  4 families spanning over a decade, is suddenly turned on its head when one family has a new leader after an unexpected death. Well, let's just say he's not down to follow the somewhat civilized rules your families have inforced. Sooo now, it's game on…

SMUT/ LIGHT ANGST

Warnings- Language/mentions of violence...but this is a Mafia AU and Tae is Boston raised so it should be expected. Dirty talk/ teasing/edging/light cum play/slight overstimulation/ ice play/inappropriate use of a champagne bottle/ LIGHT very light daddy kink...it's dialog heavy but it always will be. This is a (M) series not just smut soo...there is an actual storyline with sex mixed in because well that's apart of life.  But  a good 4k-5k of this is smut/teasing

Jimin, Namjoon, Yoongi , Hoseok  Jungkook and Jin all make appearances in this

16k….

*You can read this as a stand alone and not be completely lost..but there will be things referenced from the previous parts

Chapters 4 and on will pretty much be balls to the wall which is why the first 3.5 had soo much backstory. There will still be more to unfold but by now there's a clear understanding/dynamic.

The circle of men flooded into a pool of bodies...and it became harder and harder to hear, the wind started to pick up causing everyone's voices to sound like they were blowing through an industrial fan. The gloomy overcast that danced over the pier seemed to be foreshadowing the mood for the day as the comradery in front of you only seemed to intensify. More than anything you just wanted to be over there, well aware of the effect you had on him, able to ease his rage in a way that only one other could..and that was his mother. Buttt...to be honest even though it was killing you not knowing what was going on first hand, It really wasn't your place. I  mean hell even Bunny was standing next to you and Hoseok and herself are actually a couple. They were grown ass men handling their business, as they please. If anything the two of you being over there would have just been a distraction, because then, naturally, their main concern would shift from the situation at hand..to making sure the two of you remained untouched. Still, you couldn't help but feel nauseated as you wondered what the fuck was going on. What makes this whole thing even crazier is not even an hour ago, he had in enraged to the point of tears, now he had your heart in your ass while you prayed he was okay! 

"Relax you already know his pretty ass can fight!" the deep slightly raspy voice, accompanied by a gravely chuckle hit the back of your neck, and you already knew who it was before you even turned around.  A slight smile moving up your face once he said that because well, he was right actually that's probably why he was such a good fighter. When you guys were younger boys use to think Tae was an easy target because he was a pretty boy in a Burberry sweater vest, but as we all know..pretty boys don't want their faces to get fucked up. So as a result, his reflexes became second to none, quick on his feet, in and out before you even knew what was happening. Simply nodding as a notion of agreeance, he was right..and you needed to chill. Stepping behind him, to plop your chin on his shoulder..almost as if you were releasing all of your stress once your body slouches into his frame. You were already taller than him naturally and these heels only made it worse. Yoongi couldn't help but snort out a laugh at how ass backwards this all was, but let's be real he'd probably have to stand on his tippy toes to even reach your shoulder. The two of you have known each other since high school, somehow he always found himself caught in the middle of your never-ending dysfunction.

So considering the fact that your heart was sitting in your ass at the moment you found his presence calming to say the least. Running his fingers through his ice blonde locks, lacing his lips around the tip of his dab pen, as Bunny also found her place..lacing her arm around yours..damn near feeling like her entire body was trembling once she made contact. You could literally cut the tension in the air with a plastic spoon...to be honest, the feeling was almost suffocating. Especially considering the bits and pieces of dialog that kept bouncing in and out of the cloud of men in front of you.

“I didn't come here for this-”

“I mean honestly, nobody told you to come at all so now that you're here..you get what you fucking get!”

“Excuse me!? Kid lower your fucking tone with me! I don't know who the fuck you think your talking too. As you sit here with 10 guards around you thinking your tough! But I-”

"Ya know, I find it funny how you keep bringing up my men as if you didn't intrude on my space. As if they wouldn't be here with me regardless. Yet you're the one backing closer and closer to my men...I haven't moved once...I don't need them to handle my shit for me, if you wanna step to me...step to me...!"

At this point, it was damn near impossible to differentiate between voices, almost sounding as if there were multiple altercations happening all at once, or either they were just all talking over one another. Which was more than likely the case, you noticed one of the sheriffs get out of his car and walk into the crowd, which wasn't too promising. Clearly Bunny had the same gut feeling as you..as she gripped you even tighter, while you lowered your face on Yoongi's shoulder pushing your nose into his leather jacket. Peering up with heavy lids..almost as if you thought if you looked at the salutation from a different angle it would get better or something.

The officers that were on site, were there for a reason, fully aware of what your families did and as long as you kept it somewhat lowkey they'd try to turn a blind eye. But there were limitations to that…and clearly this was one of them, and two be fair, you could see why. A big ass brothel breaking out at the pier, drawing unnecessary attention to the fact the some of the richest people in the state..all happened to be in the same place..at the same time. That appears to be wheres where their limits to “Turning a blind eye” ended. There have always been speculations..and rumors in regards to your family's..financial stature. The new “Boston Brahmins” as the tabloids like to say,and yes, the business you owned and the investments you had could easily support the lifestyle you lived. But there was always just something about your "circle" that seemed..a little ..out of the ordinary.   

Not even realizing you were also squeezing Yoongi's hand to the point of damn near cutting off his circulation, OR that you even grabbed it to begin with ... until your own almost went numb. Yet, he didn't complain, the two of them were close..really close, more than likely Yoongi already knew everything...which is part of why he came to comfort you, to begin with."Whose all over there? As far as our guys are concerned..ya know besides Tae?" Leaning up almost whispering in your ear from how loud everything was.

"Ughh, Tae, Jimin and Hoseok…" 

A dramatic scoff left his lips as he nudged back into your shoulder "Really? Come on doll, they're more than fine over there, fuckin chill,our boys are good!" Again, he was right, the three of them together packed a lotta heat, just as you were starting to relax..hell you were actually a second away from laughing until...

"Hey, boys keep it clean...KEEP IT CLEAN!" The sound of Sheriff Morales voice shot straight through you to the point of almost leaving you breathless, instantly pulling away from Yoongi..walking closer to the circle..not even caring to see if they followed. You couldn't help but notice Namjoon shoot out from your peripheral..he'd never let too far away from him, especially in a situation like this. 

"HEY BREAK IT UP! BREAK IT THE FUCK UP! Boys don't make me pull out my taser., and bagg you!-I'm trying to do this as-Fuck, Hanley I need backup...NOW!" Suddenly everything got 10 times louder. Two more cops ambushed the circle..trying to calm whatever storm was brewing within the barricade the men had created. "

Ahh...stay where I can see you princess" Almost feeling like a child who ran too far away from there parent in the damn grocery store as you suddenly felt Namjoon pull you in the opposite direction. Clearly you were getting too close for comfort,

As much as you didn't want to admit it..this feeling is exactly why Taehyung is so guarded..the mental rollercoaster of worrying about somebody in this lifestyle is fucking exhausting. "I SAID FUCKING STOP!"  A sound almost comparable to a growl ripped through the air and finally, the circle started pulling apart ..literally, the sheriff's department prying them away from each other. Making Marco and his men leave, as Tae pushed his way through Mazda, determined to get his hands back on whoever he was dealing with before the cops broke it up. Mazda was Tae's right-hand soldier so he knew better, yes it was his job to protect him but once Taehyung got to this point it was just better to just let him handle the situation as he pleases. Staying close enough behind to step in if need be.

"So that's the way you wanna fuckin play huh!!?" The grit in Taehyung's voice was terrifying you don't think you'd ever heard it that dark, or his accent that thick. If you weren't looking directly at him you wouldn't have even fathomed it was him. As he continued walking towards Marcos and his men, neither Hoseok or Jimin tried to stop him, both appeared to be painting relatively hard, as they followed close behind.The anger engraved in their eyes was lethal even from where you were standing.

They weren't just a little upset over a little scrap they were blowing fumes, suddenly you watched Mr. Kim walkover in Taehyung's direction..no guards..just him, pulling Taehyung back with him one-handed. One hand rested coily in the pocket of his light gray dress pants, blacked out aviators resting low on the brim of his nose. Not needing much force, when it came to getting what he wanted, he already knew no matter how angry he was out of respect Tae wouldn't cause a scene. He'd do whatever his father instructed.

 "Yeah will see how this plays out next time, come down to The Dot , without your security line if you wanna play like a big boy!!" Your eyes tried to follow the sound because you didn't recognize the voice, but to be fair...it seemed like Marcos men were the problem!

"Zeb, rilassati amico!" The snarl came from Marco, you weren't Italian but after a while some things became almost second nature. He said something along the lines of "Calm, your ass down" and he complied. Zeb appeared to be older than Maroc, his Southie accent was extremely potent and no disrespect but he looked like he lived a hard ass life which, which made you wonder how the pair even met to begin with. Something else that sparked your interest was how quickly Taehyung's ears perked up the minute Marco spoke..it was almost like watching a puppy..jump from there seat upon hearing a sound they needed to investigate. Clearly, there was something about Marco's new "Carpo" That had Taehyung intrigued, to say the least…making his way to lean against the blacked out Escalade you two arrived in. Staying close enough to be able to hear and see what was happening but far enough away where he wouldn't be tempted to wrangle someone's neck.Making your way over to him immediately once you realized he was alone...it was just..protocol, at the end of the day personal shit aside this was a business. Rule number 1, you never emotions cloud your judgment, be there done that and it didin;t end well. You'd go check on him if circumstances were different, in a heartbeat, so you had to now. Back in the day that was your mom's job, making sure everyone was okay , I guess you could say once she died you just took it upon yourself to do the same.

Taehyung tried to turn away as you swayed towards him which let you know he was hiding something, gripping the side of his face making him look at you. Jaw tight yet he still avoided direct eye contact. Letting them flutter up to the sky, there was a gnarly ass bruise on the side of his jaw. Accompanied by a slight gouge right beneath his ear which was hiding beneath his hair  "Luxxy I'm fin-" Cutting him off with a snarl..face reflecting how fucking annoyed you were because the wound reflected foul play.

"What the fuck did he try and hit you with..brass fuckin knuckles!?" Brows furrowed as you huffed out"That fuckin bitch," whispering out to yourself in disbelief as you marveled at the gash.  

Stroking his jaw, with one hand while the other palmed his ribs, you watched the tension almost appear to deflate from his body once you touched him. Not even aware how gentle, and almost intimate your touch was that's just...the way things got with Tae, it was subconscious at this point. Yet he still wouldn't look at you! "Doesn't matter..he's a fuckin’ pussy..especially now that I know he was the one behind that bullshit excuse for a shootout..I'm done, fuck him!" You could almost feel the anger in his voice... the deep rumble radiating from his chest " I don't care what my father says that motherfucker is no kin to me, I don't give a damn what we promised Leo...he's not my fucking family and the next time I see him I'll be damn sure he knows it! I’m done!" Finally letting his eyes meet yours..which were damn near gouging out of there sockets..trying to figure out where the correlation, in regards to the shootout came from.

"Wait what? How-"An almost facetious chuckle left his throat..which to be fair was a little unsettling considering the topic at hand. 

 "The kid last night-"  

A single bullet left the barrel, not in celebration but as a warning…

Taehyung taking that as a hint pulling your hands down from his face "Baby-" freezing immediately after he said it...both of you suddenly feeling a little uneasy at the use of the pet name, considering the .."Atmosphere" it was being used.  As well as the tone of voice he chose, It came out so smooth, so effortless..you hated how good it sounds leaving his lips with that deep gravelly tone of his. What neither one of you managed to catch was the fact that his fingers still naturally intertwined with yours, once he pulled them back from his jaw. Clearing his throat..slightly letting his eyes flutter away from yours..suddenly feeling somewhat, uncomfortable "Luxx...I promise I'm fine will talk about this later.." Pulling away from you before you could even say anything else.

Scanning your surroundings swiftly out of habit and they caught Namjoon..who made his way a little further up the pier, yet he still had his eyes on you..mouthing out "You good?" In which you nodded quickly..before bringing your attention to the situation at hand..even though he knew you were lying, this wasn't the time or place to question it. As Marco and his men continued being pushed further and further away it seems the bickering never stopped once Taehyung left. It just continued with Jimin, Hoseok and ..damn apparently Yoongi. 

Once things started to  re-escalading to the point of the sheriff feeling the need to step back in, that's when another voice rumbled through the wind, "Son, if your smart you'll listen to Marco, before I come show you that I don't need a security line, or a fucking switchblade to put you in your place! Don't make me step out of character...Don't..." You could pick out that voice in a crowd of millions, the brassy tone that set exceptional low, mixing against his Dorchester accent, as he stepped forward,  hands casually resting in his pocket...calm as ever. White linen shirt tucked into his black dress pants..blacked out Cartier sunglasses. You could see the reflexes from the diamonds on his watch a mile away...it was your Sunny, AKA your father. You couldn't help but smile at the way Marco's men damn near quacked at the sound of his voice. Clearly, smart enough to know that your dad wasn't to be fucked with..mumbling a couple of things as they finally got back in there car. Since he didn't have the balls to say it loud enough to actually be heard he didn't deserve a response.

You noticed Bunny run over to Hoseok who gladly welcomed her into his arms..wrapping her legs around his waist..cupping his face. Appearing to be giving him a once over, to make sure he was okay..you'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of their dynamic. The way Hoseok didn't let his lifestyle control his happiness. The way he wasn't afraid to let someone in...the feeling of knowing your fighting not only for yourself,but because you have someone that's counting on seeing your face every night. That was a pleasure that Taehyung never had …...but secretly wanted more than anything. Sometimes in this lifestyle nights get really fucking dark, and you just need to know..that someone else is always holding a little nightlight to help you find your way back. Maybe he'd eventually let himself have that because he deserved it..even if he didn't think so...

Once all the smoke cleared you watched Taehyung, who was accompanied by his father and yours, head over to have what appeared to be a little debriefing of the days' events.  As they walked past your father smiled at you, Mr. Kim smiled at you...Tae's eyes purposely avoided yours, yet again. Instantly making a knot form in your stomach, when did everything become such a fucking game with the two of you? Hot and cold to the 3rd degree, two seconds away from literally saying "Fuck all this, I'm out " and just hopping on a jet somewhere..actually not somewhere you knew exactly where you would go and who you'd see. The thought of it instantly changed your mood..sliding your phone out of your back pocket teasing your bottom lip with your tongue...Scrolling through your contact list before clicking on one labeled "Baby boy" sending out a text that simply read "Vegas tonight?" followed by the purple devil emoji, and pretty much every liquor emoji that you could find.

A second away from heading off to harass Namjoon when your gaze found someone else...Jimin as he was now the only one left from the altercation. Watching him carefully as he appeared to also be the only one in pain. Gripping the side of his stomach as he walked over to the driver's side of his car. His eyes catch yours and he already knew you were coming his way, taking in a deep breath trying to act as though he wasn't damn near wheezing resting his body against his alfa. Sauntering over, he couldn't pretend like he wasn't loving the attention, spreading his legs slightly so you had room. Crouching down in front of him not saying a word, as your hands applied steady pressure to his ribs and you watched his jaw tighten, his tattooed torso was all shades of black and blue. 

"I'm going fuckin castrate them" Left your lips in a whisper, obviously referring to Marco's men as you knew this was all their fucking fault. Eyes fluttering shut as he tried to steady his breathing, while you continued gently rubbing your hands up, and down his sides. Noticing a long surface cut on his opposite rib..to be honest if he wasn't already sore it probably wouldn't even bother him. Luckily it barely broke skin, if anything it just stings, regardless of how minor the cut was you couldn't help but look at him like a sad puppy.

"Babe..I'm fi-"Swallowing his tongue instantly after the glare you shot him...not even wasting his breath if you wanted something it was damn near impossible persuade you otherwise. A facetious smirk graced his lips as you pulled an alcohol wipe, and medical tape out of your purse.

 "Well, that looks fun.."  The base in Tae's voice almost gave you chills as it rolled up behind you, there was an air of sarcasm laced in his delivery, which made Jimin chuckle slightly. Yet the look on his face said otherwise... almost doleful. Jimin isn't a "Soldier" per say, he's a vendor, dispatcher.I guess more so an associate within the business ..and more importantly, he's one of your men. Yes granted you all work together, but the signature on his checks say, Sunjata...not Kim. But the way things work in this line of business, if you're with a capo, con, underboss, or a boss and you rank beneath them... within the same alliance, you always protect them..always.

It was clear Jimin also picked up on the facade Tae was trying to put on  "V..man I'm fine, honestly... I stepped in that because I was fuckin' heated about the last night! If anything that's why I'm still in pain..not from this little...box cutter bullshit" A harmonious chuckle left Tae's lip's at the sound of that…

"Boss ladies orders huh?" Eyes flickering over to the mini first aid kit casually chilling inside your six thousand dollar handbag.  Taehyung's tone was almost taunting and for a split second, you almost kicked him in the shin..but instead your brought your focus back to Jimin. 

 A hiss left his lips as you gently cleaned the cut, "Boss, ladies orders…" He concurred in a more....constricted tone will say as he spoke through gritted teeth. Hissing out from the sudden sting of the alcohol as you damn near bathed him in it. To be honest you weren't sure what to expect from Tae when he walked over, and at this point, you didn't give a shit after this morning it's clear the to of you didn't owe each other a damn thing, to begin with. You were just another girl he was fucking,nothing more.

 "Yeah, I get it, man... Luxx is ugh, pretty hard to say no too..that's for damn sure"

You caught him smirking down at you in your peripheral, completely ignoring his comment because if not you'd end up snapping off. That was such a loaded statement considering what took place this morning, not to mention the suggestive tone he choose. Your face reflected you were far from amused though, it was clear both of the men in front of you picked up on your shift. Trying your hardest not to apply too much pressure as you cleaned the area. Using some medical tape to just cover the cut, it wasn't deep enough to need much, you just didn't want it rubbing against his shirt all day. 

You felt Taehyung crouch down behind you while you continued dressing Jimin's cut "When you're done...You wanna explain this little  attitude you currently have orr…" Whispering out against the side of your neck, the lack of emotion in his voice was enough to piss you off..nevertheless he should already know what your issue was. Funny, he’s already over your argument and in his mind..the two of you should be riding the same wave!

 So instead of making a scene you simply responded with a dry, "Nope" Letting it leave your lips with a pop not even bothering to even look up at him. And of course, once he didn't get what he wanted..he walked away, without saying a word which seemed to be the vibe of the day apparently. God forbid he approach you in a more desirable manner.

"Luxx, I'm fine really…. " Patting your hand gently before edging himself off the ground, extending his hand to pull you up as well, not that you needed it but he was a gentleman. "Thank you" Left his lips in almost a whisper, returning the gesture with a smile before heading over to finally find Namjoon.

"Guys we need to start heading out, the tides getting high!"The crew members voice echoed through the crowd, causing you all to slowly follow his directions to load the ship. Gazing up at the sky you realized how gloomy it was getting, again it appears mother nature's dropping hints, yeah this little dinner meeting thingy was going to be a hot ass mess! Honestly, you've had a bad feeling about it since your father brought it up last night. With your luck, you'd end up stuck on the island until this storm that was approaching passes. You'd be damned if that happened though, ready to call for a helicopter in the blink of an eye before you spent the night in the same house with damn near 40 mafia members. The idea alone just gave you a fucking migraine, which confirmed you needed a vacation!  And Vegas doesn't sound too bad at all, and you already had a boy toy down there anyway. "Baby boy" was Jungkook, he managed one of the strip clubs your family owns as well as it's used to wash some of there proceedings. He was younger than you and often let you take control which you loved..and at the same time..he wasn't afraid to be a big boy..and fuck you into the mattress either. He'd be a damn good distraction from, well shit EVERYTHING, but more importantly Kim Taehyung. Why not distract yourself from one pretty boy..with another? I mean this is why we were given options right?!

The ferry ride over was..chill I guess after you and your father had a little one on one..where he filled you in on the situation you overheard this morning. In regards to the dispatch truck being ransacked while on the highway, that whole scenario alone was still mind-boggling.  How could someone know your driver's exact location, unless they somehow got their hands on either his route..or chipped into his garmin. Which again was more than unsettling... Once returning to the main level, weighing out your options deciding you wanted to have a "Drama free ride" Yeah I know I gaged too. But since you  wanted to have a "Drama free ride" you figured it would be better to keep your distance, so you sat at the bar with Jimin and Joon.

That didn't last though, not that anyone's surprised , by the time you slammed your first shot..and finished half of your second drink, you found yourself playing a little game. You couldn't help but notice his eyes casually darting over in your direction here and there, you'd be lying if you said you didn't do the same.  As he sat on the opposite side of the bar parallel from you. You could already tell what he wanted ..a man who could say so much without saying a word. Drinking you in piece by piece as he bit into his plump bottom lip with a smirk, almost like he could sense your arousal from across the room. Knowing damn well the effect he had on your body, he could have you soaking through your panties without even touching you.

You weren't necessarily eye fucking him back per say..you just didn't turn away from him…You didn't want too…

Tae 1:40 PM: Why the fuck are you sitting all the way over there? Can you just snap out of whatever funk you're in? Or  you can just let me fuck all the attitude outta you?

It literally felt like someone lit a match in your stomach, as you read that! For one…fuck him for even having the audacity to come at you like that. And fuck you for wanting too, god you wanted too. You always found his arrogance sexy, the bluntness of his delivery had you rubbing your thighs together. Still not able to fathom how  he's already over this morning's argument so quickly whilst it still set heavy on your heart. But at the same time, it's partially your fault he feels like he can just get away with everything so easily. in the past if you'd have issues..you wouldn't press him to talk it out. The two of you would just avoid each other for a couple of days..then he'd randomly pop up, typically around midnight. With a bottle of some ridiculously expensive alcohol, you only thought with your pussy when it came to Kim Taehyung. So naturally, you'd get drawn in by how charming..and just naturally sexy this man was…his aura alone was almost enough to get you off at times. He'd tell you how much he's missed fucking you, how no one else compares..how bad he wants to feel you come on his dick. Hands roaming your body effortlessly, he knows your body like the back of his hand, he could get you off in the dark, the minute he touched you, it was game over. He wasn't stopping all night..he'd damn near fuck you until your body went limp, then he'd slow down his pace, and edge you until you were begging him to let you come again. And that was that, whatever the situation was, it was never discussed again. Ya know, if were being honest here..the original agreement was touch and go…fuck and leave. Whatever happened in your beds after hours stayed there, well…until. ..it naturally started to spill over into the daylight.  And touch and go ebcame touch and stay, touch and cuddle, touch and lounge on the couch and watch Netflix. 

He'd slip up and call you baby outside of sex, or he'd occasionally get touchy while out in about, it became more common for you two to spend the morning after together. The first time you stayed over it  ended in a trainwreck, but it seemed..or at least you thought, the two of you had found a groove..and happy medium if you will but clearly you were wrong! 

you didn't mind, you actually kinda liked it, until it became evident it was starting to fuck with him mentally which is why you're in this current situation, once he started to catch himself slipping up he'd spazz out. The idea of letting someone in, you especially, more than just sexually scared the shit out of him whether he'd admit it or not, you knew it. You also respected it but in return, he needed to respect your mental health and not play all these fucking games. If he wanted it to just be fuck and leave..cool..but KEEP IT LIKE THAT.. because again “it's touch and go!” Per YOUR rules Mr. Kim.

You typed out and backspaced about 3 different responses..his phone was open in front of him so you were sure he noticed how many times your text bubble popped up without sending a message. "Fuck it" The whisper meant for your ears only, almost as if you were giving yourself a pep talk. .. Placing your Chanel boy bag on your shoulder, grabbing your phone while inhaling the last of your drink, Namjoon purposely cleared his throat exceptionally loud. Almost as if he wanted you to look at him, you could already sense  both Jimin and himself, shooting you an all knowing smirk that almost made you nauseated. "Fuck off" left your lips in a playful whisper,  even though you meant it wholeheartedly, before sauntering in Taehyung's direction. The sound of your red bottoms clicking against the hardwood flooring, your energy always radiated throughout any atmosphere. That was one of Taehyung's favorite things about you, it was damn near impossible to ignore you! When you walked into a room everyone noticed, you were well aware of the effect you had on people and you carried yourself accordingly. The pure look of arrogance that danced along his face as you swayed in his direction made you wanna fuck, and shank him all at the same time, and lord knows you always have a switchblade somewhere. Dusting your fingers through your hair, breaking up your curls ever so slightly, still not daring to break eye contact. He wanted you so fucking bad..eyes glued to the way your high waisted jeans clung to every curve of your body…Maybe you'd let him..maybe you'd just tease the fuck out of him…it was currently undecided.

Walking up behind him, stroking his scalp with your nails, sliding your hand down to the nape of his neck taking a firm grip on his thick mane, before taking a seat next to him. Knowing how much he loved your nails raking through his scalp…the feeling shot straight to his dick, as a slight growl left his lips. Turning his head to face you slightly as he also ran his fingers through his hair, which held a slightly messy wave after taking his hat off just moments prior.  Leaning over so his lips brushed against your neck as he spoke, the rich scent of Dalmore hitting your nose "I knew it wouldn't take long…" his voice sat exceptional low, the biggest tease you'd ever met. You didn't even have to look over at him to know this mother fucker was smiling, he was just sooooo sure of himself! His hand roamed up your thigh, and a dramatic scoff left your lips as you rolled your eyes in response even though you refused to turn your head and look at him.

 "Fuck you.." your clap back was quick..and full sass, ghosting his lips over your skin before grazing the area beneath your ear with his teeth. While you tried your hardest to stifle the moan that was desperately trying to leave your lips.

"Oh baby,  trust me I plan on it.." Grabbing your hand, snaking it under the bar top to palm him through his jeans.. guiding you to feel how hard he was, and of course, he had to make it move while it's in your hand so you got the full effect. Out of habit you'd didn't retract even once he moved his hand, instead you palmed him slowly over his jeans. While this cocky motherfuker reclined in his seat, not even bothering to look discrete, a low rich moan left his lips. Thank god both of your parents were on the upper level of the ship because there was nothing lowkey about what the two of you were doing. That's also probably partially why you were so turned on, the idea of getting caught, was kinda sexy.

"Fuckkk.." There was an underlayer of defeat laced within that moan and you hoped it went undetected, but you could tell by his reaction you failed miserably.  As a deep rumble left his chest, you royally fucked up this time…You knew he'd wanna fuck you, and he'd be all over you, which was true. What you underestimated was how much you'd wanna fuck him, considering your father's a mob boss, you of all people should know better than to ever go into a mission ill-prepared. Yet that's exactly what you did..you didn't have your guard up and he snaked right in!

 Bringing his lips back to the side of your neck, the feeling of them ghosting over your skin alone gave you chills, as his breath fanned against your flesh "What baby? " Ya know he actually had the nerve to sound genuinely concerned!? Snaking his hand up your thigh, getting dangerously close to the area that desperately needed attention. Moving his hand farther and farther up your inner thigh as he kneaded the muscle against his palm.

‘Tae…" It came out so breathy and a lot needier than you intended which only riled him up even more, as he hummed against the side of your neck. 

Sinking your nails into his clothed thigh while he hissed into your hair in response, "What baby? What do you want…you want Tae you take you in the back, and ruin that pretty little pussy until you come all over my dick?" His hands moved over to your core, cupping your entire pussy in his hand before sliding down, letting his index and middle finger tease up your slit through your jeans. "You want me to fill you up so you can sit in that meeting right next to Sunny with my cum dripping out your pussy..is that what you want baby?"

Fuck, you couldn't even think straight at this point nevertheless speak, your original intention was to toy with him a little…teach him a lesson. So it's clear that he can't just fuck your problems away and the two of you needed to set clear guidelines moving forward if you were still going to maintain a sexual relationship. But I guess this is what you get when your game plan is fueled by pettiness, now all you wanted was to have him bottomed out in your pussy. "Your so fuckin sexy, sitting here letting me toy with your pussy..not even caring that Sunny  could pop up at any time.." A growl left his lips he already sounds so fucked out your skin felt like it was on fire. "Hmm seems like you enjoy being my little slut, more than you like being “his…little girl..huh?" All you could do was hum in response, damn near feeling light-headed at this point. You didn't know why that turned you on so much, or why he was already on 10!  Maybe it was all you, maybe it was the 2 drinks he slammed since being on this ship, whatever it is..it was working for you! He was right though you really could give less than a damn about your dad,  one of his men, the crew members no one. Nipping at your ear and you didn't even care to muffle your moans anymore, fuck it.

"Such a good little slut for me, fuck, let me make you come, you already know I know what you need.." That he did, he knew exactly what buttons to push to get what he wants from you.  Another careless whimper left your lips, this one louder than the last.  He took your lack of response as a response and technically he was right, you wanted him…patting your thigh gently as he got out of his chair.  Heading towards a set of doors that Read "Employees only" not even glancing back to see if you were following because he knew you would!

So now what? Do you stick with your original plan or do you cave, and give your body what it desperately needs…I guess you should probably sort that out realll quick before you head back there! Your mind has to be made up before Taehyung gets his hands on you, no doubts no hesitation. That's something the both of you can sniff out a mile away…because if you're not in it 100%, it's game over..He'll find your weekspot..and toy with it until you come…

Running your fingers through your hair with a loud huff, you heard Yoongi chuckle to your left, not even realizing he was sitting next to Taehyung the entire time. "You two are somethin else.."  Shaking his head with a slight grin as he picked up his Bourbon filled glass before he could even take a swig, you grabbed it. Downing what remained in one gulp the smoothe sting drained down your throat. Fuck you hated dark liquor, you couldn't help but gag, sounding like you were choking up a hairball from the aftertaste. Even though you didn't find shit funny about the sudden burn forming so deep in your chest that you were dam near wondering if you were about to start growing chest hair. With the combination of yoongi's airy chuckle and that golden gummy smile, you couldn't help but let out a snort yourself. "You good?" patting your back slightly, you just nodded in response sliding your purse next to him on the bar. Knowing that meant you wanted him to babysit it while you handled your "Business". 

Hopping out of your chair, positioning yourself dangerously close to him as you rested against the bartop "And if my father comes looking for me?" The arch in your brow accompanied by your tone of voice implied you were expecting a very..specific response,a sly smirk moved up his face as he licked his lips.

 "Your in the back on a business call" 

It was clear he was more than content with his response once the smirked moved from his face up to yours, "Good boy.." winking back at him playfully before strutting off to find Kim Taehyung.

Upon stepping behind the doors, the minute it closed he was all over you, slamming you back against the wall. Completely ignoring the sting from your body hitting against the wood paneling once his lips attached to the side of your neck. All you could smell his cologne and 4k a barrel bourbon, as his fingers roamed your body freely, knowing exactly where to go. Licking, sucking, biting down on the exposed skin as you whined out his name, nails clawing at his back through his bomber jacket automatically bringing your leg up to wrap around his waist. "You know how much I fucking hate waiting" biting down on your ear with a deep growl, while squeezing down on your ass as he rolled his hips into yours.

 "Yet your still going to fu-" -

"Ugh this area is for is employees only-"  Both of your eye shot over to your right trying to follow the voice, your faces read the same thing a combination of "Excuse you/ Do you know who the fuck I am?" Even if she didn't have a clue there was no way in hell she'd say shit else after the way the two of you sized her up with saying a damn word. Not even able to complete her original stamanet, the two of you carried a certain..aura  that amplified when together, that's for damn sure. Even if people had no clue who you were, how much money you had….what your family did for a living..there was just something about your presence that spoke volume.  Bringing his focus back to where it belonged..you, one hand snaked up your back, cupping your neck, while he slid his tongue into your mouth, completely ignoring the crew member that's less than 10 feet away. While his other hand found its home resting against your ass, as you shamelessly moaned against his tongue. You couldn't help but chuckle into the kiss, your eyes caught her jaw drop to the floor in your peripheral 

"She's right..how about we stop being so rude and take this somewhere a little more private?"

Purring out against his tongue, running your hands down from his chest, all the way down to bulge forming against his jeans, letting your hand rest on it actually, giving him a light squeeze just enough to make him squirm.…"Hmmm..captains quarters?" The cheeky grin on his face proved he already knew you'd be down, not even waiting for a response before he grabbed your hand.

"Ugh, umm- no excuse me I can't let you -"  The moment both of you whipped around to face her…was the moment she again.. forgot how to conjugate a verb…everything she thought she was going to say got stuck somewhere between her ass and her throat.

"Listen.." Placing both of his hands in the pockets of his jacket, cocking his head to the side slightly, letting his tongue drag along his bottom lip. Bring his sole attention to the women in front of him, you could damn near feel the heat that was pouring from her body. You knew that feeling all too well, she could almost feel the base in his voice. "We charted this entire ship…so I think it's safe to say.I can and will fuck her wherever I please…Your more than welcome to come watch, but I'm doing what I want..where I want. And right now.." Bringing his focus back to you, intertwining his fingers with yours…butterflies forming in your stomach in anticipation, you almost forgot how shameless Kim Taehyung really was.."I think…I wanna fuck you right no his desk…so that's what I'll do…"

Neither of you cared to see if she had anything else to say, as you followed his lead down the hall ..entering the room on the far left. The minute the door closed he had your back flush against it..lips instantly latching to the side of your neck, dragging a restrained moan from your throat, as your eyes fluttered shut. As odd as it may sound it almost felt..nostalgic to have him like this..the strong smell of bourbon painting your skin, hands roaming down to cup your ass through your jeans. Your body naturally arching up into his touch..needing to feel more than just his lips, grinding your hips into his..causing him to moan out against the crook of your neck. This moment reminded you of the way it used to be..when it was still fun..carefree..just...mind blowing sex. The kinda sex that could have your panties sticking to your clit at just the mention of his name…. Back when there were no complications, no drama ..just orgasms and booze. But as we've already established.that's the way it USE to be..shit hasn't gone that smooth in damn near two months.

Now, you were just as much to blame as Taehyung If you wanted to talk this out you should have pulled him to the side, and did it properly. How the hell can you sit there and get angry that he has no respect for the way his mind games were starting to affect you..and  he can't just fuck all your problems away. Or how unhealthy this has all become and the two of you actually need to talk this shit out like adults...and figure out a clear understanding of what this is or isn't going to be ,yet here you were. Your intentions going into this were nothing but a mind game, fueled by nothing but liquor, anger, and pettiness,now you're on a ship, the same one as your father I might add.  With your panties completely soaked..clit swollen and throbbing about to let him have his way with you on top of someone's desk..against the wall...the door...you wanted him to ruin you on every surface in this room. AND to make it even better...you started it this time..you went over there and initiated all of this, and the icing on the fucking cake was how bad you wanted him right now. 

Jerking him away from you with a slight hiss, still allowing him to stay close enough to almost taste the leftover liquor on his lips. Brow arching immediately, at your sudden change up, clearly unamused .."What fuck was that?"Surprisingly his tone reflected more confusion than anger.   A satisfied smirk moved up your face, with how quickly you just got under his skin, your pride needed you to regain some sort of self-control.

"That, was me doing whatever the fuck I want..and right now I want a drink" Purring out against his bottom lip, bringing your hand down to trace the "LV" on the buckle of his belt..trickling your fingers down to his zipper. Stiffening the moan taunting within your throat as you could already tell how hard he was. The imprint of his hardening length starting to break through his jeans.  Eyes daring you to even THINK about teasing him, jaw clenched..you knew how impatient he was. How impatient you both were..he was always down to play..he just doesn't like to be played with. Yet you still let your hand palm him anyway, earning a murmur, comparable to a breathy moan. Before you sauntered away towards the mini bar  to your right. 

" I might make you work for it actually..not that you deserve my pussy right now anyway…"

A dry scoff left his lips at the sound of that, accompanied by an almost..sarcastic chuckle "Excuse you? I don't deserve-Yeah ok...try that one again. Although…" purposely letting the "O" slide off his tongue slowly, casually taking his time to stroll over in your direction. Neither one of you daring to break eye contact, as he positioned himself centimeters away from you. Bracing his weight on the bar top, "You might wanna stop while your ahead...remember.." leaning over..so his lips brushed against yours as he spoke..dropping his voice to a timber that, instantly had your core throbbing on command "I'm the one who decides if..and when,you come-"-  

"And I'm the one who decides if you even…. get to feel how good my pussy is to begin with. So who really...has the upper hand here Mr. Kim, hmm?" Cocking your head to the side at the implied question..the look on your face proved you were more than satisfied with yourself. 

His gaze darkened, tongue dragging along his bottom lip.."You know I'm not the one to play this game with baby..making you beg and breathing are one and the same for me…". Eyes drifting down to the glass bottle in your hand "And since when do you drink dark liquor? " 

Ignoring him initially as you dropped two ice cubes in the glass..filling it halfway before finally acknowledging his question. "Since you started acting like a little bitch and I need something a little stronger than vodka.."

Scooting back on the mini bar until your back was reclined  slightly, bracing your weight against the wall, while you took your drink in the other, gulping down more than half of what was in your glass. Throat humming as the liquor soothed down, bringing your leg up slightly to to tease his length through his jeans with the toe of your Louboutins. His reflexes caught you off guard as he snatched your ankle in his hand..making you yelp, yanking your body a little closer to his with a snarl. "You're really fuckin pushin it.."  bringing his hand down to take a firm grip on your inner thigh, lifting you slightly so your ass was resting on the edge of the bar. Positioning himself in between your legs for support, while  his hand found there home in your hair, tugging on your roots forcing you to tilt your head up to gaze directly in his eyes. 

"Such a fuckin brat" Hissing out against your bottom lip, while you teased his with your tongue the smile on your face proved you didn't give a fuck.

 "As if you deserve anything less right now..maybe if you'd get your shit together I'd behave" The scoff that left his chest was so snarky you were almost offended, almost as if he was saying "Pfft..yeah.. Okay!" 

Fingers trickling down your zipper "And for the record, you plan to make me “Work for your pussy” Smacking your clothed heat hear enough to make you knead “ I think we both know, this pussys already mine…" The minute he slid your zipper down it felt like all the heat was just seeping out of your body, you watched his face contorted in pure pleasure from how completely wrecked you already where and whether you want to admit it, it was all from him. "I can smell how bad she needs me....fuckkkk" There was always something so sexy about the way his body reacted to you..the way he could look so turned on and you haven't even touched him yet..all because he got off on getting you off.

Pressing his hand against your heat which literally felt like heat..fingers practically sticking to your panties as they stuck to your clit "Oh how easily your body betrays you baby" Slipping  the soaked silk to the side..sliding two fingers in with no warning,the sound of your arousal oozing out as he pushed his way to the hilt, going knuckle deep "Fuckkk.." left both of your lips in unison...as his fingers engulfed themselves between your pulsing walls ..you were so fucking warm..so tight..squeezing them to the point of almost forcing them to buckle over one another. You couldn't even help the senseless moans that were leaving your mouth as he worked you with his fingers. Lips suckig down on your collarbone "You pussys literally dripping down my hand...your milking my fingers like your life depends on it..and you really wanna sit here and tell me it's not mine?" Sliding his fingers out to work your clit...rubbing your own juices against your already sensitive bud. Neck reclining fully as you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, damn near drawing blood from trying to muffle your moans. For no reason except your pride..which was technically pointless, he was right..your body said exactly how you felt.

"God,  your so wet for me I bet I could slide right in...have you coming all over my cock in seconds, but you just had to play this fuckin game with me didn't you?" Sinking his teeth into your neck until you kneaded out, sliding his fingers up and down your folds before sliding back in.Switching intermediary between twisting and curling his fingers inside of you, purposely slapping your clit with his palm each time in slid in and out. 

"Until-Oh god fuck- your gonna make me come..shit Tae" Clenching down around him even tighter almost as if you were trying to keep him from pulling out. Clawing at his thigh, as you desperately tried to steady your breathing so you could try and pull yourself together. Almost like he could sense you regaining a little self-control so he had to knock you right back on your ass. Scissoring his fingers in and out, even faster this time making sure to curl his middle finger up in a come hither motion probing that spot..the one he always found effortlessly. A dark rumble left his chest once he knew he had you in the palm of his hands..your release..desperately trying to reach its peak..and whether you got there..was solely up to him. 

"Hmm what were you saying baby..untilllll…" purposely dragging out the phrase..tone obviously condescending because he knew you were being a smartass with whatever you were about to say.

Almost choking on your own breath when you tried to speak initially "U-Until you put your name on it..it's not yours...no matter how good you fuck me.." Tone extremely breathy...yet sultry as your arousal dripped from your tongue..you were so fucking close..eyes struggling to stay open. Humming out in response and he continued pumping his fingers even faster..able to feel how close you were.

"That's it, baby..be a good girl and come for me.." Coaxing against the side of your neck..and rolling his tongue against your skin, slurring his words right into your neck as his tongue continued panting out your name.

 "Mmm, I bet you can feel my tongue on your pussy can't you baby? My tongue rolling against your swollen little clit..your pussys always so greedy when it comes to me..always." Relentlessly rolling his tongue against you making sure you felt every stroke...everywhere.  "I know how much you love coming all over my face, and you know how much I love tasting that sweet little cunt of yours " He was literally moaning all this into the side of your neck, as he licked..sucked..rolled his tongue along every inch. His words only punishing you closer and closer as you started rocking against his hand  "Fuck, baby my dicks getting so hard just thinking about how good you taste…" Sliding a third finger in and at that point you were about done.

 " Oh fuck.."  that familiar pressure forming in your stomach, Letting his middle finger meet that ridget patch of skin..flicking the spot until your legs started to shake...

"Kim Tae-fucking-hyung.." You snarled out as he yanked his finger from you, a strand of come followed behind..starting at your pussy following up his finger as lapped it over his tongue. You were fucking furious squeezing your thighs together for some sort of stimulation. You literally wanted to shank him, as he stood in front of you with the most arrogant smirk painted on his lips.

 " I believe…." Stepping back to have a seat on the leather chaise lounge adjacent to the bar "...I told you to come on my fingers like a good girl..but you haven't been one of those all damn day. So I'm not quite sure why you'd even fathom the idea of me letting you come so easily." Quirking his brow up at you basically as if he was implying that you had no reason to be upset..you should've known better..and to be honest..you should've..He was so calm and collected in contrast to how needy you felt not to mention how hard you were panting.

"Fuck you" Snapping back instantly only making him chuckle

 "Come here"  Two words..those two words in combination with his deep growl he called a voice had you knees weak..but you weren't going to show him that. Putting a little extra emotion in the word "Come" than was necessary .

"Make...meee.." The sultry drawl in your tone was obvious as you reclined against the wall, hip still rested on the bar top.  

Eyes damn near bucking out of there sockets at your response "Make-make you..are you fucking-" Running his fingers through his hair with a drawn-out exhale " If I have to come over there and get you.. So help me god ,I'll literally have to carry you out of this bitch when I'm done with you..your choice"

Relaxing your posture even more at the sound of that..the sass literally levitating off your skin.. an actual growl left his lips as he lunged towards you, scoping you off the bar, throwing you back on the chaise. Making your body bounce against the cushion while a soft giggle left your lips from the sudden impact,  crawling on top of you so his lips hovered over yours. Hand coming to lace around your neck, the tension shot straight to your core as you hissed out..arching up into his touch, which he took as a hint to squeeze even  tighter..so he did.only making you whine, which satisfied him to no end. 

"You're really working my last fuckin nerve…" Hissing out against your lips bringing his opposite hand down to work the zipper on your booties..and you assisted kicking them off as if they didn't cost..almost two grand. Grinding your hips up into his as you clawed at his back..he was wearing way too much fucking clothing for you liking.

 "I know, but you look so fucking sexy when you're angry…" Moaning out against his bottom lip, letting Your teeth tease at the pillowy texture before sucking it into your mouth. Instantly letting him take control of the kiss arching your back slightly as he rolled his tongue against yours. For once you didn't fight against him. You followed, as he slowly explored your mouth, volleying his tongue against yours as you started to grind your hips up into him. A moan escaped his lips as he pulled back from you...releasing his hold from your neck, much to your dismay..exchanging it to tug on the waistline of your jeans.

"You done being a brat yet? Or would you rather sit there with your pussy dripping against your panties when it could be dripping down my cock?" Grinding his hips into yours even deeper this time forcing a stifled moan from your throat.

 "I mean all you do is play games so why the fuck should I make this easy for you? "  Taking a firm grip on his length through his jeans,  which was officially his last straw with you.He was rock fucking hard...the last thing he wanted you to do was tease him..he needed to be bottomed out in you a good oh I don't know 20 minutes ago. Pulling back from you with a loud huff that..released way more than just frustration. 

"Alright...you gonna tell me what the fuck your deal is..or am I gonna have to make..you tell me? " ..there wasn't even a lick of warmth in his tone..done with the games ...and to be honest that probably turned you on more than it should have. The hint of pure aggravation in his voice only making your walls clench even tighter.  But you played it cool, while you could at least, your face stoic.. not even giving him a verbal response. Clearly taking your lack of response as a response that you were still in full fledge brat mode.Nodding slowly, giving you confirmation that he was also ready to play. Eyes scanning the room briefly before landing on a box. A shiny black one with a pink rose colored spade on it... The devilish look that emerged on his face should've been your first indication that ugh, shit was about to get real. Bringing his gaze back to you...reaching down to shimmy your jeans down your legs..before pulling his bomber jacket off throwing them both on the floor behind him. Neither of you said one word, the sudden..anticipation that loomed over your body was almost suffocating. Keeping your eyes trained on his every move..you knew he was up to something.

Reaching over to unbox a brand new bottle of Armand De Brignac champagne…..pulling the metallic pink bottle out ..which had never been opened until well, now. Breath hiking in your throat as he pulled your panties to the side..pushing out his lips..aiming a good amount of spit down on your clit..not that you even fucking needing it..you were already leaking onto the leather.  Naturally making your body arch as his saliva roamed down your folds "Let's try this one more time...what the fucks your deal?" Brow arched at the implied question..and still nothing... bringing the tip of the champagne bottle..to meet your clit making you go wide-eyed automatically. "

Tae.." The slight tremble in your chest indicated you were a little concerned..to say the least.

 "If I were you..unless your gonna answer my fuckin question...I'd stop talkin…" God, why did him being such a dick turn on you on so damn much?  He was sitting on your thighs so you really couldn't move slowly dragging the head of the bottle up and down your clit. Slowly..too fucking slow..you were still so sensitive from him denying you of you release barely 5 minutes prior, the feeling of him edging your clit was almost painful.

 "Taehyung…" Your voice and body were already trembling as the cap grazed your clit, using two fingers to pull your lips apart..exposing the tip head on. Circling the cap right on the peak, making your clit tense immediately, your nerves were already on 10, not taking long for all the blood to rush straight to your overly sensitive bud. Already feeling like your release was seconds away and he just fucking started.

 "What did I just tell you? Please don't make me gag you..I'd really weather not do that while I watch your cunt drip all over this bottle of  Armanda.." He actually had the nerve to sound a little stressed by the idea, as if you were the one inconveniencing him as if you weren't the one..damn near about to come over a champagne bottle.

Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth bringing his focus back to your pulsing pussy, the look of concentration on his face was damn near erotic on it's own " Fuck look at how ready your pussy is baby..look at how fuckin pretty she is….fuckkk" The fact that he already sounds like he balls deep in you really didn't help your situation..tone sitting exceptionally low..and breathy. The sound of your juices slicking against coating that covered the cap, felt like it was bouncing off the walls.  Trying your damnedest to not grind into the bottle..but fuck you needed more. Eyes fluttering shut at the sound of him moaning out..as he watched you start to melt into the chair. Naturally, you started to rock your hips into the bottle..you couldn't fucking help it...for some reason the actual glass felt like it was iced..which made your whole body shudder..as he wedged it between your pulsing heat. 

"Look at you..letting me fuck your tight little pussy like this...in someone's office..come dripping down there chair..and yet you still won't admit this pussy belongs to me.." Tisking,..as his eyes zoned in how swollen and wet you were..teasing your entrance  even more with the bottle, but every time you'd rock into it..he'd pull it back even more..almost making you chase it.  

"Tae, fuck please-" whining out as you arched slightly…a second away from a full-blown temper tantrum.

 "What baby? You need more? Hmm? I'll give you whatever the fuck you want..you just need to start taking…"Bring his opposite hand down..to your clit..letting his thumb circle the tip as he slid the bottle back in. You should've been embarrassed with how quickly you were falling apart and more importantly how hard you were clenching around this bottle...Endlessly moaning out variations of  "Please..baby, please Tae..." It was so faint but he heard you. You needed him to take the bottle deeper..so you actually got to the girthy section of it. Yet he wouldn't go down that far..not until you gave him what he wanted.

 "I already told you, baby, I could do this all day... I Know you can feel how hard I am..I know you wanna come around my cock...so be a good little slut and tell me.." Grunting out as he took the bottle exactly where you needed before pulling it right out!

 "Fucking hell Taehyung!!" Smacking your hand on the leather which only earned a chuckle from him as you huffed out in frustration...eyes fluttering shut ..running your fingers through your hair as you tried to steady your breathing enough to speak properly.

" You- you know, the fucking the issue.."

Brow arching immediately at your sudden change in attitude.."Oh really? And what is it? Please don't tell me you're still talking about that bullshit from this morning?" Phrasing the question more as a statement yet he still expected a response.  Sliding the bottle back in...until your pussy was teased by the wider section..and he just left it there..letting your body pulse aimlessly. Positioning  his lips down to spit on your clit again before bringing his finger back down in a figure eight motion "Answer my fucking question or I swear to god ..I'll get myself off instead.." Arching up into his thumb, spine levitating completely off the chair as your eyes squoze shut..you were so sensitive that even though he wasn't moving it was almost enough to get you where you needed, and you were almost there "I know your pussy baby...I don't have to be in you to know when you're close..don't fuck with me, if you come without me telling you to I swear I'll edge you till you fucking cry…" The hiss that left his lips literally made you shiver, you didn't need to open your eyes to know he was staring right at you, you could feel it…"Now be a good girl and answer daddy's question." He hasn't called himself that in months..when shit started shifting and getting awkward..some things were lost in the shuffle...and this was one of them..the name alone made you clench around the bottle even tighter.

  "I-fuck….it's-it's more than this morning..I'm just...oh my god...tried..of the fuckin games.." almost choking that sentence out,, not even sure how you managed to get it out, to be frank. Forcing yourself to look at him, needing to see his reaction, the feeling of him starting to twist the bottle slightly, had your second attempt at a release, right where you needed it. God now even his eyes were fucking you if this man did not let you come you'd literally cry.

 "And what exactly do you want me to say? Hmm? That no one gets me as hard as you??" Working your clit even faster now and you couldn't stop yourself from grinding his hand. The number of times his name fell from your lips was fucking ridiculous "Or... how about..that I've never slid in a pussy so perfect..so fuckin wet...so tight.." Gritting out through clenched teeth as he continued working your clit..rotating the champagne bottle in his hand as he worked it in and out, the sound of your juices slushing against the glass.  "Or , my main issues ..that it fucking terrifies me how much I care about your bratty ass..is that it!? Is that what the fuck you wanna hear!?" The sudden change in his voice...made your eyes flutter over to his immediately, gaze extremely heavy. Tone went from frustrated to almost flustered within seconds. 

"Yeah that got your attention, didn't it? Now who's playin games? You knew you already fuckin’ knew you had it...you..had me, you always have….”  There was a pause, a very significant one actually, his eyes softened and for a moment the hard ass/dom facade faded and he was taehyung. Regardless of the situation at hand, something just let you know..he was being honest about his feelings. 

“Take my belt off and unzip my jeans...Noww..." Your entire body was shaking and he actually expecting you to be able to undress him…"What did I say?" Brow arched tone instnatly annoyed you felt him start to slow down his pace and there's no way in fuck you'd have that. Reaching up with shaky hands you unclasp his belt..work his button and unzip his pants…

Snatching the bottle out..making you whine at the lack of stimulation only making him grunt out in frustration .."Don't...did you really think…." Taking his dick in his hand which was already rock fucking hard..stroking it gently..almost admiring it. Precome, drizzling down from his tip while you whimpered beneath him..almost drooling at the sight of it. " I was gonna let you come on a champagne bottle over my cock? Spit!" placing his palm in front of your face and you did without hesitation...pulling his opposite hand from your clit he pulled his jeans down just enough let him move around. Storking himself in this hand..you couldn't take your eyes off him leaning down so his lips brushed over yours.

"This pussys fuckin mine…." Letting his length tease up your folds...all you could hear was the sound of your juices slides all over the place. Flicking at your clit with the head, with how wet you were he kept losing his grip,, sliding down to tease your entrance..even when he honestly wasn't trying too.."Nobody fucks you like me..and you know it…." You finally feel him position himself at your entrance..causing you to arch up onto him..as he slowly starts to slide in a breathy cry leaving your lips while he pressed his forehead against yours "You wanted me to put my name on it? Well, it's mine..all mine...." Moaning out against your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Teasing his way through..your walls grabbing him immediately making him growl even louder...nails moving up to claw at his back..pulling back slightly bracing both of your legs on either side of his head. 

Grinding his hips into you slowly..purposely shallow fucking you making you whine…'Daddy, fuck-" The faint cry in desperation left your lips arching up into him hoping to push him all the way in leaning down to bring his forehead to yours. Pressing his body against the back of your thighs making your body arch up even higher, the new angle enough to make you come immediately if he'd actually give you all of him. 

The mention of the nickname caused an arrogant smirk to move up his face "That's right baby...and who's making you feel this good? Mmm, who's about to make you come?" Bringing his index and middle  finger down to circle your clit..you could tell from how rock hard he was..he wouldn't last..which is why he was working you up.

 "Fuck, Tae it's you...god it's you please just fu-"  Sliding in completely until he's bottomed out, both of you moaning out simultaneously from how tight you still where, the two of you pulsing against each other in unsion.

 "Mmm, baby your still so tight for me, fuck"  At this point all bets were off, rolling his hips into you at a relentless pace, grounding his hips against yours as he fingers still worked your clit, pulling out completely every time before rolling his hips back into you. His cock filling you to the brim every time..if you didn't know any better you think he was in your damn throat he felt so big. "Oh god..” You watched him throw his head back slightly as his eyes fluttered shut, “Daddy’s pretty baby wanna come? I feel you milking me baby I know you wanna…" His tone was getting brittle...shaky even. He was just as close as you were.  It didn't take long for you to feel like you were ready to explode,  your walls engulfing him every time..squeezing around every centimeter of his cock, your heat feeling like it was morphing him into you, as you continuously spilled down your thighs.  

"Yessss, please.please let me come...:" You were a whimpering mess beneath him body coming up to a complete arch, as your muscles started to seeze..body humming in anticipation. 

"Who's pussy is it baby? Say like you fuckin mean it.." Letting his lips suction against his spot beneath your ear..dancing over the little reminders he left earlier. Rolling your hips up into his, clawing your nails from his back bracing one around the back of his neck and the other deep in his thick mane. 

"Fuck, it's yours..oh my god you feel so fuckin good -" He leaned into you a little allowing your hips to grind up into his slightly, the rotation of his hips got stronger..deeper. Rocking them into yours making sure his pelvis slapped against your lips every time..as he currently had them spread apart so he would attack your clit. That was it you were done...you were coming and there wasn't shit you could do about it. Clenching around him so hard it was almost painful how frantic all your muscles became. 

"Fuck yes, baby, come on..keep going..keep coming baby..." Coaxing you through as he felt your body start to cave in beneath him, your release came pouring out of you, the moan that left your body was so fucking loud there's no way..they didn't hear you. Clawing at this back from under his shirt..as your body trembled..hiccuping the air in your chest as he continued rubbing your clit. Your thighs were shaking on his shoulders..you couldn't even moan anymore... Your walls spazzing around him.

 "God Tae, I can't, I can't Oh fuck I can't…" clawing at anything you could as he started slamming his hips into you..you knew he was close but fuck he needed to at least let your clit go so you could breathe .

"You've been acting like a fucking brat all day...I know you can take it..so take it!" Grunting out against your lips before sliding his tongue in..the kiss was needy..sloppy..more tongue than anything else as he moans out into your mouth…"I'm gonna fill you up so good..is that what you want baby? My come leaking out of your slutty little pussy?" All you could do was moan..as you arched into him, You could feel him start to pulse, you were just waiting for it to explode .

"Baby" The breathy cry left your lips your second release snuck up on you effortlessly, he never gave you a chance to call down, every nerve in your body was still on high alert. All the air felt like it let your body as you came.. You couldn't help but arch up into him, bracing your hands on his chest because in all honesty, you were trying to almost run away. The feeling was so intense you didn't know how to fucking handle it, once your walls grabbed him..it was almost like your body was getting too weak to retract as quickly..so your walls were cradling him longer..tighter...which gave him exactly what he needed "Baby fuck, I'm- "  Lapping his tongue back into your mouth, as you felt him spill into you...painting every inch of  your walls.

Once he came he let your clit go, but he stayed balls deep ...rolling his hips at a slower pace as you trembled beneath him. The Slow grind of his body just let you feel more than you needed too right now..the sound of how wet you were..both of your arousals seeping down your thighs. Lips still not leaving yours as you both moaned out against each other tongue the two of you stayed tangled up like that for a moment. Just letting your tongues lazily dance against one another's until he finally pulled back from you ..causing your eyes to flutter open slowly. A lazy smile laying across his face as he sat up..fixing himself in his jeans, neither of you said anything. It didn't feel like anything needed to be said currently, you watched him walk over to the mini bar..pouring a shot of whiskey and slamming it immediately… Walking towards you with a glass of ice...positioning himself between your legs..which we covered in come...as it seeps out of your walls, using his index and middle fingers he played in the cream..running it up and down your folds circling your clit..pushing it in and out, using it to finger you ever so lightly. Moaning out at the site of the mess you both made, he could feel himself starting to get hard all over again. 

 Your body shuddering every time he touched you, you were so sensitive...almost wincing out once he touched your clit. "Daddy go a little too hard on you baby?" Quirking his brow in your direction..his tone surprisingly wasn't sarcastic..maybe he was honestly concerned because you'd been so quiet. Minus some breathy moans here and there, shaking your head with a lazy smirk, bringing your hand down to play in his hair, as he laid his head on your thigh. Also not trying to ruin the moment but I'm going to assume neither of you realized the ship docked., around the time Taehyung slid in..but carry on.

You watched him pick up an ice cube...body too exhausted to even put any thought to it…"Your so swollen baby.." the whisper buzzed out against your clit, yet you still didn't move. That is until you felt the ice cube, trickle up your folds...causing you to hiccup a sharp breath that you damn near had to remind yourself to exhale.

 "Tae.." all your body could produce was a squeak as your started to tremble all over again. Working the piece of ice up and down your folds before he brought it over to meet your clit, the grip on his hair became almost painful. As you tried to pull him away from you" Baby..I can't..please, I-" Yet here you were rocking your hips into his hand..you hadn't even realized you were doing it. Humming out in response with a smile as he slid the piece of ice in your entrance. Teasing it in and out.. swirling it up and down your folds as he laced his tongue around your clit before suckikng it into his mouth. 

Moaning, out at the taste of you, shooting every vibration straight threw your heat "Babbyyyy….I could eat your sweet little cunt for hours if you'd let me.." Eyes flickering up to meet yours as your buried your fingers deeper in his hair. Arching up into his mouth, it was too fucking much yet you needed it..every part of it. Rolling his tongue against the tip of your clit  while he continued working you with the piece of ice, the chill in combination with the water drizzling down your lips, on top of how skilled this man's tongue was..fuck..

"Oh my god..."

"Kim, Taehyung, you just continiously give me reasons to wanna murder you..I really don’t thnk you’ll be sastified until I bust a cap in your ass.!" Both of your eyes shot up at that because..well fuck it was your dad...fuck, fuck, fuck! Taehyung couldn't help but laugh which did not help you since his face was buried between your thighs. " You two can thank this lovely lady out here..she had no problem leading me to where you two were. So clearly your great at making friends"  You couldn't help but snort at the dryness in his delivery, it was clear he could tell she hated you two.

 "That little bitch" You whispered out rolling your eyes. Taehyung's lips moved over to your inner thighs massaging up your legs while ..leaving faint little kisses as your dad spoke through the door. 

"I'm actually going to pretend.. as none of this happened..and that Luxx is not in there with you doing god knows what..because the thought of that alone kinda makes me wanna blow a whole  round through this damn door.." Tae brought his lips back down to your pussy giving your clit one last good french kiss, as you dug your teeth into your bottom lip so didn't cry like you wanted too. His eyes teasing you as he continued giving your pussy little kitten licks as if your father wasn't right out sided the fucking door. "So on that note..you two have 5 minutes to make your way into the restaurant Luxx...your bag is hanging on the door..again please for my sanity just don't respond.." Your father lowkey didn't seem surprised to be honest..not quite sure what that says about you two but hey, at the end of the day you were both adults. But having sex in someones office deffiently wans’t one of your proudest moments. 

Once you guys heard footsteps move in the opposite direction you both couldn't help the cackle that escaped your throats "Fuck, your literally going to be the death of me, Sunny is literally going to kill me.." Taehyung made his way over to the door, grabbing your bag off the handle, on his way back he picked up your jeans..helping you step into them. Thighs feeling like complete mush once you put your heels back on. Touching up your makeup quickly before letting him know you were ready to go. You noticed he was staring at you while you blotted your skin in the mirror but you didn't say anything about it. 

"Are we good?" The statement alone kinda caught you off guard, not to mention how passive he currently sounds. He wasn't the type to ask that..or even seem like he cared enough to even know the answer to that question. You weren't stupid both of you were a little buzzed when you came in, and sometimes in the heat of the moment, you say things you really don't mean. More importantly, you know better than to hold your breath when it comes to him...as strong as this man is, he's literally the biggest pussy in the world when it comes to shit like this. Yet you still weren't  able to hide the smile the moved up your face as you applied your lipgloss.

Shrugging nonchalantly ,as if that one question didn't mean the world to you "I mean for now..yeah…will see what happens..” 

Shooting him a lazy smile before getting up to head out of the room "Hey.." Grabbing your hand to pull you back into his frame "I meant what I said... In regards to how I feel about you. The timing was fucked I know, but I meant it regardless! I can't promise what that means right now. I got a lotta shit I need to work through in my head, but I just want you to know, I meant it...all of it" Letting his hands massaging your side, a slow exhale leaving your chest as you gazed up at him..sucking your bottom lip into your mouth with a nod...not saying anything because well..what could you say? "Thank you?" I mean it was still kinda an empty promise but I guess one step at a time right? Leaning down to wrap his lips around yours one last time..exhaling a breath that almost left you breathless, as he gently massaged his tongue against yours.Even once his tongue left your mouth his lips stayed pressed against yours, just enjoying contact before laying one last chaste kiss alone your lips. 

The ship docked, behind the restaurant..as it sat right off the water, it was clear by the lack of cars that Dino's restaurant was closed to the public today. As if you weren't already mentally drained from the past 24 hours,.the moment you stepped off the ship there was a blatantly obvious shift within the atmosphere. Suddenly the air felt thick and the sky looked even gloomier than it did when you loaded ship. There was this..sense of somberness as you entered the restaurant,almost as if everyone was walking on eggshells.

 The restaurant itself was stunning, Dino’s always had great taste, it had a modern contemporary feel..a lot of exposed brick and dark mahogany hardwood flooring. All of the lights were dim, in-caged in black lanterns hanging from the drop-down ceiling, with a big double sided fireplace smack in the middle of the restaurant. Essentially the perfect aesthetic for your standard boujee Instagram picture. The typical layout was changed through..now only sat 2 long black wood tables..connected together so everyone could sit in one place. It appears you two were the last to join the party..two waiters positioned at either side of the entrance, with wine glasses, giving you your choice of white or red. As your eyes gazed around the room, the vibe was just...off, the smiles were short..almost fake..the usual laughter and side conversations were nonexistent. Everyone had the same consensus..there was an unsaid understanding..this meeting wasn't going to be fun.

The little bubble of mob life that your use to was about to burst with you sitting mid-air. It was almost like he could sense your energy hand moving up to rub the small of your back...he didn't say a word..but he knew you were freaking out. Even if you looked calm and collected on the outside,  there were two seats left..between Namjoon and Hoseok, Bunny sat to his left, one of the serves came up to pull your chairs out for you, as you two sat down. Desperately avoiding your father's gaze...Taehyung's hand immediately found its home on your thigh, it has genuinely harmless,  he knew he had the same effect on you as you did him. "How's our princess doing?" A smile pulling on your cheeks at the sound of his scratchy voice...impossibly thick Boston accent dripping from his lips…

“I'm alright uncle Dino how are you?" Smiling over in his direction his salt and pepper hair slicked back..while he sipped on his whiskey. Dino was in his mid 50’s and he wasn't actually your uncle...but he and your father were very close ...so you've just always grown up calling him that, he always treated your dad like his little brother.

 "Alright, well it seems like everyone's here..son..nice of you to finally join us.." Taehyung father stepped in front of the tabled..sliding his blazer off, you watched Tae's cheeks flush at his father's comments. The first sound of laughter erupted through the room, and even if it was at your expense...it was definitely needed.

If Taehyung's father was any indication of how he'd age then ..you were in good shape..he was starting to go gray in certain areas, ...his skin holding the same warm complexion as his sons. Naturally thick brows..thick head of hair slicked backed...Mr. Kim did have facial hair though which was always well groomed..he was always well groomed. Always looking dapper even if he was just in a sweater and jeans. 

" I'm sure you're all wondering why your here...I'm not even going to address the altercation earlier because it's not even worth me wasting my breath…" You heard a couple of snickers fill the room once he said that..little side comments here and there "What we're here to discuss is last nights…" incident" and the future of our alliance once we bury Leo in three days…" Letting his eyes pan the room slowly, almost as if he was still trying to get the right words to come out.

 "First off...I guess I don't know any other way to say this so I’ll just blurt it out... the four of us knew about the shooting or at least the possibility of it.." The two of you gawked at each other while pretty much the entire table damn near revolted, simultaneously all basically yelling variations of the same thing which was " Excuse me!!?"

"What..do you mean..you kinda sort knew?" Taehyung was the one to actually speak up first brow furrowed in frustration while you gulped down the drink next to you, you didn't even think it was yours, to be frank

. "He means one of Dinos men tipped us off, 2 days prior.. they overheard bits and pieces of Marcos plan. We weren't a 100% but we had an idea, that's why the party was so heavily armed..we just wanted to keep it lowkey, because we went trying to tip him off that we knew…We wanted to see how he'd operate, naturally how he'd execute all of it.." That correlation came from Johnny boy...well at least he was well aware his mothers fucking birthday was going to be interpreted by an unessicarry shoot out.

The look of confusion that danced along the room was almost comical  "Are you-" Almost too dumbfounded to even put together a proper sentence... "So wait, please don't tell me you also knew..the two of us were going to end up in a janky ass “taken” knock off staring a damn child, that's barely old enough to work at a packie..because that's a whole different-"  A snort hit almost the entire room simultaneously once that left your lips. Namjoon's head whipped around, with the way the night panned out..you never really got the chance to give him the ugh..details of last night's situation.  

"That's what fuckin happened? You got janked by a dude that works at a packie?" The look on his face was priceless..pretty much screaming "How fucking stupid are you two.."

The look on Taehyung's face however,  proved he didn't find any of this funny,  instantly snatching the smirk from Namjoon's lips. As he was obviously still pissed his men let that slip through the cracks. "Yeah, somehow my men were severely incompetent last night" Letting his eyes cut over to Mazda..if looks could kill...a damn bullet would have grazed his head.

"They somehow managed to let some ill-prepared amateur slip his way into the driver's seat..long, long fuckin story.." Clearing his throat before taking a sip of his drink. You watched Hoseok whip back in his chair so his eyes were locked with Taehyung's, voice sitting barely above a whisper. 

"Okay well do the other parts in this "Long story" Work more in your favor? Because this doesn't sound too promising man...like...Really a kid.at.a.packie!!!?!" The hint of animation in his voice accompanied by the eyebrow raise earned a chuckle from Tae no matter how annoyed he was.

 " Yeah, Fuck you too Jung…" the response returned in the same hushed tone.

"Okay, yeah whatever, now back to my initial question did you guys-" The snarl that left your father's lips cut you off before you could even complete your sentence.  

"Really!? No, Luxx, that part we did not know..nor did we know about the dispatch truck or the altercation with Jimin. All we knew is that Marco was planning something, and in all honesty, we didn't know it was a shoot out until-"

" Until I noticed the amount of ammo and gunfire was missing from the safe room. Sorry, we're late by the way we had an ugh..situation.." That voice came from the back door, as he leaned against the frame his leather jacket..accompanied by a designer backpack of some sort hanging off his shoulder. His dark locks disheveled, while a taller, more polished gentlemen stood to his left…Dressed in a black fitted peacoat with a Gucci scarf wrapped around his neck.

 "Yeah customs had a great time with me.." The taller gentleman rolled his eyes while running his fingers through his thick dark locks, utter sarcasm oozing from his plum flushed lips. Jungkook and Jin were also invited to this meeting apparently. Fucking great…Jungkook's eyes found yours immediately with a cocky smirk. 

Taehyung squeezed your thigh even tighter leaning over to whisper in your ear "Aww look at that...your little fuck buddies here…" 

Huffing out in response as you rolled your eyes "Behave Kim Taehyung….." his name coming out sing-song like as a low chuckle rumbled in his chest.

 "Now we both know I don't know how to do that baby...flirt back with him..I dare you…I'm sure he'd love to watch you get fucked properly.." The base in his voice shot right to your core as if you could even handle more of him tonight.  Eyes going completely wide-eyed, slightly paranoid that someone heard..but luckily the people that were on either side of you wouldn't have cared. Tongue grazing against his bottom lip with a smirk, more than pleased at the current state you were in. Knowing good and well he was only riling you up, just to make your body fall apart all over again.

Missing whatever conversation was currently being discussed but it seemed as though they were still discussing the situation with Jungkook and the guns. It appears Marco grabbed some weapons in Vegas and Jungkook didn't question it initially because he's Leo's son, but the amount of ammo he was pulling out of the vault seemed suspect. Of course, Kook didn't wanna seem too obvious and bombarded him with questions. But if something was going on where you guys needed that amount of weaponry...Jungkook would be the first to know. And considering the lack of warning before Marco dropped in..he just knew something wasn't right, which is why he called to give your father a heads up. 

The table was starting to break out in multiple separate conversations at this point, everyone speculating  "Okay, okay..guys were getting off track!" Mr. Kim elevated his vice ever so slightly, just enough to get everyone to stop talking. "Now..like we were saying...Jungkook tipped us off on the weapons, but as far as Jimin and the dispatch truck goes..we're still trying to figure that out. Speaking of, Luxx , Taehyung, the two of you will be heading back to China with Jin to sort that out!"

Tae nodded seeming a little more enthused than you "Okay, when?" 

" Tonight, so you two will need to head out of here first..so you can go home and pack, within the next hour or so will helli the two of you out of here." 

There was nothing you loved more than being told your flying across country a good oh I don't know, 4 hours prior. A long sigh leaving your body at that, you hated the flight to Beijing ...14 hours non stop...then considering the funeral was in 3 days you wouldn't be there long enough to even enjoy the city. You'd just be copped up in an industrial building play Nancy Drew while the two of you interrogated the staff . 

 " Over the past year ...that side of the business has become more so your baby than any of ours so ...we're gonna let you guys handle that investigation on your own. Let's just hope you two can stay ugh, focused...long enough to do so.." Both of your faces flushed at the sound of that..his sarcasm was always so nonchalant  and unexpected..which of course earned a snort from the entire table .

"Yeah okay good luck with that" Yoongi smiled over at you while you instantly picked up the closest thing to you...a spoon and chucked it directly at his chest…"Hey Tae, man control your woman…" A smirk moving up Yoongi's face as he said that and Taehyung just smiled..surprising not correcting him for the title he gave you

 " I try, but I mean ...the only person she really listens to his her daddy" squeezing down on your inner thigh when he said that..Immediately picking up on the double meaning (s) of that sentence, causing you to squeeze your thighs together as you tried not to laugh.

"Alright, I’m glad we were able to lighten then mood, but obviously we didn't invite you all here to just joke and eat dinner. ." stopping for a second to clear his throat, your father almost seemed nervous...which was rare for him..extremely rare. "As you guys know, Leo started to slowly back out of the business..closing out a lot of his deals, just as he started to get older. Focusing most of his income on his actual...blue collar businesses. Currently, he only has two open files..and those move a little slower than some of the ones we dabble in." 

Letting his eyes pan the room..needing a second to collect his thoughts "Well, Leo left all of his business to Dino...titles..everything...and as we know Marco is impulsive..hot-headed-" 

"A fuckin pussy.." Taehyung bit in making your father chuckle slightly

 "That he is son, I can't disagree...which leads me to our concern. We think he's trying to reopen some of Leo's old connects...right now our biggest concern is where about 90% positive he's trying to reopen the Cabaranao case…." The entire room fell silent at that...the Cabaranao case was a cartel drug case in Mexico, shit got really, really dirty with that one, a couple of people within your team ended up doing time, while others paid their way out of it. Cabaranao was messy, his business was unorganized, he didn't give a fuck about being lowkey. I think he actually got off on the publicity and the "Thrill" of almost getting caught.

His deals were dangerous..every time you sent one of your men out to make a run, you honestly had no clue if they'd ever make it back. But the money was fast..and good..damn good. The aftermath of your alliance pulling out of it is how both Taehyung and your mother ended up murdered, they didn't play fair.Your  fathers had no “proof” but they didn't need any...knowing far too well how that circled operated. Your hand immediately finding Taehyung's intertwining your fingers with his as if felt like all the air's been knocked out of your body. Still trying to fathom how he could be so fucking careless. The silence proved that everyone was in shock, no one expected this..of all the things your father  would have said this was the furthest thing from your mind. 

"So basically the motherfucker either want us all to die...or go to Jail? Nah fuck that' I'm done...I'll handle him my damn self!" You could feel the fumes radiating from Hoseok's body..you could see Bunny out the corner of your eye trying to calm him down. As we all know Hoseok was a "cleaner" in addition to his main job, that's what he's paid to do..make you disappear without a trace, but the problem is, this sat to personal for him. For all of you, so there would be a concern of emotion getting in the way and shit getting messy. But that's the problem with all of this, it is personal and it's going to get messy, really fucking messy.  The liability becomes almost suffocating when the issue at hand hits so close to home.

"Shit I'm down.." your eyes shot over to the opposite end of the table..that was the first thing Jimin's said this entire meeting. voice sitting exceptional low, jaw clenched just as tight as the man right beside you.

Taehyung was surprisingly quiet..but how tight his jaw was, in addition to his leg pattering beneath the table..made it pretty damn clear he was fucking furious... "Hoseok, trust me...I know, I know how you feel but we can't operate like this...not like him. We've made it this long because were smarter..cleaner...we handle all of our dirty work..to the tee. Not on a whim…The way he end him..end this is.. gonna take every ounce of skill, and self control that we have.." The calmness in Mr Kim's voice couldn't even ease the feeling that was looming over everyone's head… That deal cost so many people so many things...the fact that he could pretty much just say "fuck you all" just because he wanted a quick buck was mind-boggling.

 You found yourself slowly massaging Taehyung's thigh, the fact that he was so quiet through all of this was concerning to say the least. "What are you thinkin baby?" Whispering out against his ear, keeping your tone calm, hoping your energy would transfer… purposely using the endearment hoping it would ease him a little, knowing how much he loved the way it sounds leaving your lips.  

"That I'm ready to get the fuck outta here and handle him...my way." Yeah, that wasn't the answer you wanted, staring straight ahead..not even sure what he was looking at, to be honest, he was probably just spaced out, tone lacking any hint of emotion. While his fingers fiddled with the knife to his left, letting a deep huff leave your body, relaxing your posture in your seat. Bringing your hand up to the nape of his neck. Dancing your nails through his chocolate locks, just trying to keep him as relaxed as possible. To your surprise, he didn't seem annoyed, or uncomfortable by your little acts of affection to be honest it almost felt like he needed it. As his opposite hand keeps rubbing light circles along your thigh. Eyes still glued to whatever object held his attention on the wall in front of him. No joke he was probably planning Marcos murder in his head as we speak, I wouldn't put it past him at this point.

The air in the room was so thick, it was literally nauseating I think it was safe to say..no one really cared to have dinner. You heard a couple of phones go off simultaneously and you noticed a pattern when it came to who looked down. There were a couple of people within the alliance that handled intel..in the sense as they were always up to date with the news. Making sure your business or anything that even remotely pertained to you never ended up there, and if it did, they were instantly doing damage control. You watched the look on Jins face contort, and you knew it wasn't good "Ugh, can someone turn on the TV…please, channel 2 news.." Looking around hoping one of the servers heard him and they did, the minute the screen clicked on there was a reporter..on the side of the road in front of a blacked out Benz. Taehyung's blacked out Benz, no one noticed, I mean to be fair it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, that would scream "This is Kim Taehyung’s car" Technically it was just one his drivers used. Maybe the two of wouldn't have given it a second thought either..if the headline didn't' seem.. a little too coincidental.. The scroll along the bottom of the screen reading ...

"18-year-old boy found dead inside a car on the side of the expressway…"

ANDDDDDDDDDD THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE LOL

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Love you guys as always,

ROCKI

ANDDDDDDDDDD THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE LOL

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CHAPTER 3.5 

Love you guys as always,

ROCKI

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for the writer asks: 💜👶👀⭐️💻🎀💬💭💘 + one you want to answer that you haven’t been asked yet!! xoxox

i'm so sorry this took me long. i'm not gonna make excuses i just forgot about it i'm so sorry.

💜: top 3 favourite lines

god that's so hard but i'm gonna go with:

"He was a part of a group, a collective, a chain of seven. When there’s a chip in one link, the other six keep it together." from An Abnormal Defect of Moral Control (IT)

"...there’s a small, quiet, guilty part of him that hopes it isn’t a joke, and thinks that maybe together they can live with the sadness, and maybe he loves this stupid boy with all of the madness in his soul. And there’s a lot of madness in it." also from An Abnormal Defect of Moral Control

"Lindsay checked out her nails as the boys fought...She made a mental note to go to the salon after rehearsal, assuming the boys hadn’t killed each other by then." from TBA (Arrested Development)

👶: advice for new writers

this is such cheesy advice god but i think one of the best things you can do is just write. if it's bad, so what? it's still writing, and it's still practice (practice makes perfect!) and you can learn something from it. you can look back at your "bad" writing, figure out what it is you don't like about it, and remember that for the next thing you write.

another piece of advice is probably simpler: read. i think stephen king says this in On Writing. read fic, read books, look at what you like and try and emulate it (but don't like straight up copy it).

👀: favourite response to one of your works

my friends always leave the sweetest comments on my stories ily guys. on my most recent fic (shameless plug - you're in a hammock with a beautiful boy, IT, reddie, 600 words, mutual pining, check it out) dee (@gobbluthlesbian) left an amazingly sweet comment and i cried lmao. jj (@foxmulldr) said some really lovely stuff about the narration and writing style in An Abnormal Defect of Moral Control (not linking it again i've already linked it twice) and all of the comments on that fic from other people with ADHD made me so happy. along those lines, some people with bipolar disorder left really nice comments on Magic And Bees (again, AD) and on that same fic the first comment was from @pega-and-the-pen and i had just finished see you on the b-side (MOST ICONIC AD FIC) so i freaked the fuck out when i got that email

⭐: how do you get your inspiration?

mostly from music, which is probably why most of my fic titles are song lyrics. other times it's from conversations with my friends, and tbh sometimes i just daydream about fictional characters and sometimes turn those daydreams into fics.

💻: three works of yours that are must reads?

Magic And Bees (Arrested Development - bipolar Gob gets help from Tobias)

A Bluth Family History (Arrested Development - 20th century history as experienced by the Bluth family)

An Abnormal Defect of Moral Control (IT - Eddie stops taking his medication and tries to cope with the re-emergence of his undiagnosed ADHD)

🎀: favourite story

of mine or just in general? my favourite of mine is probably either An Abnormal Defect of Moral Control because it's very much based on my own experiences and it's really personal, or TBA because i'm a sucker for band AUs and i really like the dynamic between the characters.

in general: the Piano Man series by @valenciaperez (which i mention a lot but i'm not gonna stop i will preach the Piano Man gospel until i die), The Edification of Eddie Kaspbrak by @rebeccabunch, see you on the b side, babe by @pega-and-the-pen

💬: describe one of your completed works in three words

me? completing a story? it's less likely than you think

A Bluth Family History: history, pop-culture (i hyphoneates it it counts), family

💭: any ideas for a possible WIP?

maybe? as well as the billions of WIPs i already have i've been thinking about an IT fic about mike and eddie being the last two losers left in derry, and i've kinda got a post-chapter 2 fix-it fic idea but rn it's mostly just excerpts from the Losers' club group chat

💘: what's your favourite AU? least favourite?

i'm always a slut for a band AU!! i'm also lowkey always a slut for a friends with benefits AU but pretend you didn't hear that.

anyway, i don't know if i have a least favourite AU, but i think i often like the idea of hogwarts AUs better than the execution, if that makes sense? like i like thinking about what houses the characters would be in and all that but i'm not really as interested in the actual hijinks they get up to. which is ironic considering one of my many unfinished fics IS a hogwarts AU.

one i haven't been asked but want to answer:

✏️: favourite thing about writing

the feeling of having made something.

(and the friends i made bc we commented on each other's fics ily alex)

#i'm so sorry this took me so long jesus christ #i got it when i woke up and went 'oh dope i'll eat breakfast and then i'll answer it!!' and now it's 5pm #anyway ily sav tysm 💖💖 #asks #my writing