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i made a post more than a year ago about this, but i wanted to add graveyard shift. consider this a repost of my own work.

Creatures: cheesey horror movies, thinking about past friends, crows looking for food on your front lawn, dark and misty summer days, regretted tattoos, holey clothes you wear just because you like them
Infamous: writing with lipstick, broken mirrors, tarnished leather, cutting your hair after growing it out for years, gloves that are too big for your hands, kissing someone you hate on a dare
Reincarnate: removing toxic people from your life, goth kids posing next to headstones for the aesthetic, old abandoned houses, stormy nights, getting a tattoo because you miss the pain, dew covered grass
Graveyard Shift: finally understanding your place, skateboarding in an abandoned building, the strain on your hands after doing a lot of work, neon lights, chipped nail polish, spiked leather jackets, jewel embellished crowns, broken glass on the ground in a dark alley


Hundreds of beads and rhinestones later I finally finished my burlesque costume for a grown up Wednesday Addams! This costume is primarily embellished with glass beads, rhinestones and lace (including a bead spider and spiderwebs on the hips), and consist of an underbust corset, a bralette, knickers, and a garter belt. Lots to learn still but this was a fun way of learning to make lingerie :3


There was always a hush and a lot of staring when the Bog King and his retinue of goblins entered a fairy ball. It had gotten briefer as the Fairy Kingdom and Dark Forest got used to one another. This time the hush ended almost immediately, in a flurry of whispers, but the staring intensified. For once, the attention wasn’t focused on Bog – but on his mother, Griselda. 

“What is she wearing?" 

Dawn had seen Griselda’s dress a few weeks before the ball and been politely complimentary, but hadn’t, at the time, thought it was anything special. 

The golden brown oak leaves set off Griselda’s auburn hair. There was a short train to demonstrate the leaves’ natural shape, not so long that it made Griselda appear even shorter and the dress oversized. There were sleeves, in deference to the cooling weather, and a daringly low slit at the front of the neckline, but no raised collar to fan out behind her head. 

It was a fairly plain, respectable dress, for an aging widow and former Head of State to wear while meeting with foreign dignitaries. 

Since she’d seen it last, the dress had been transformed, and now Dawn gushed

"Wow, Griselda, you look so glamourous!" 

She sparkled with dew. Clear, iridescent droplets were scattered artfully over Griselda’s dress, nestled in the branching veins of the oak leaves as though naturally collected. There were even a few on the acorn cap that she wore at a jaunty angle over one of her horn stumps. 

Dewdrops weren’t a trend in fairy fashion, but only because they didn’t last long enough. 

More than one fairy had tried to preserve dew on the petals of a gown or tunic. Water wobbled and soaked in and evaporated. It was hard to keep it ‘just so’, even with magic, especially if the one wearing the clothes wanted to move at all. 

Glass or crystal replicas made fine jewellery, but large glass bubbles weren’t the most durable of embellishments, and solid glass or crystal was heavy, so beadwork could only imitate dewdrops on a miniature scale. 

"Everyone’s going to want to know – how did you do this?" 

"Oh, I didn’t.” Griselda patted Dawn’s shoulder. “Resin working is a closely guarded trade secret. I wouldn’t know where to begin beyond knowing some trees make better resin then others, and I barely know which ones." 

"Resin – like amber?” Sunny asked, working through the crowd and catching up with Dawn. 

“Yes and no. These aren’t nearly as old as that.” Griselda tapped a dewdrop. It didn’t shiver like water would, but with the way the light caught in it, one had to be close to tell. “Some of the guild offered to fancy up this dress for me, see if there might be a market for their work this side of the border." 

"Definitely!” said Dawn. 

“That’s good. They do good work, but I honestly felt a little silly; wearing dewdrops in autumn. They’re really more of a spring look." 


Kittyinva: Late 1920′s French Couture summer afternoon/informal dinner gown. Made of silk-chiffon with the bodice embellished with glass beads and a high-to-low hemline. Timeless Vixen.

What’s Your Home State’s Signature Cocktail

America boasts an almost endless array of liquor, making the choice of one signature cocktail for each state a tricky task. But every state gets tipsy in its own special way, and we chose these cocktails with some semblance of logic: a combination of state of origin, popularity, and exclusivity. Not everyone will agree with all the choices, but hey, it’s all still booze. And booze is great. Cheers!

1. Alabama

Drink: The Alabama Slammer (Amaretto, Southern Comfort, Sloe Gin, orange juice)

Why?: Legend has it that the drink originated in the state in the 1970’s and is known as the signature drink of The University of Alabama Crimson Tide

2. Alaska

Drink: The Smoked Salmon Bloody Marry (Smoked Salmon Vodka, V-8 Juice, Tabasco, Worcestershire sauce,sugar, salt & pepper)

Why?: Alaska Distillery has recently produced vodka made with a secret recipe of smoked salmon caught in the Gulf of Alaska.

3. Arizona

Drink: The High and Dry (Mandarin Vodka, Triple Sec)

Why?: During the prohibition era, Phoenix featured a"secret bar" behind a bookshelf in the Arizona Biltmore, where “every self-respecting gentleman” had access to a decent highball

4. Arkansas

Drink: The Arkansas Razorback (Rum, Vodka, Amaretto Liqueur, Kahlua)

Why?: The popular cocktail shares its name with the University of Arkansas Razorbacks. You can even buy cocktail glasses embellished with the Razorback mascot

5. California

Drink: The Mai Tai (Light Rum, Dark Rum, Lime juice, Orange juice, orgeat syrup)

Why?: This fruity beverage is said to have been created by Victor “Trader Vic” Buergon at his Polynesian-style restaurant in Oakland, California.

6. Colorado

Drink: The Snowball (Vodka, Fresca, Lime juice)

Why?: The interesting combo of vodka and lemonade is also popular in the U.K., but this combo of Colorado Premium Vodka and Fresca makes this drink uniquely Coloradan 

7. Connecticut

Drink: The Limonata (Vodka, Sparkling Lemonade, blood - orange juice)

Why?: Available exclusively at Ballo at the Mohegan Sun in Monteville, Connecticut, this drink features a sphere of frozen blood orange that adds sweet flavor to the cocktail as it melts.

8. Delaware

Drink: Blueberry Vodka Tonic (Vodka, Blueberries and lots of Time

Why?: Unlike typical vodka tonics, Delaware’s blueberry version features a vodka infused with fresh blueberries for over a month.

9. Florida

Drink: The Rum Runner (Captain Morgan, blackberry liqueur, creme de bananes, orange juice)

Why?: Rum Runners are said to have been invented in the 1950’s at the Holiday Isle Tiki Bar in Islamorada, Florida.

10. Georgia

Drink: The Scarlet O'Hara (Southern Comfort, cranberry juice, lime wheel)

Why?: There are several varieties to “The Scarlet O'Hara” but  in Georgia, they typically feature Southern Comfort.

11. Hawaii

Drink: The Blue Hawaiian (Light Rum, Vodka, Blue curacao, Pineapple juice,sweet & sour mix)

Why?: This tropical cocktail was invented by Harry Yee, a legendary bartender at the Hilton Hawaiian Village in Waikiki.

12. Idaho

Drink: Spring Whiskey Sling (Blended whiskey, Lime juice, sugar, water)

Why?: The Red Feather Lounge in Idaho features a famed Spring Whiskey Sling that was featured in the “Best of List” in The New York Times.

13. Illinois

Drink: The Chicago Fizz (Dark rum, Ruby port, lemon juice, sugar, club soda, egg white)

Why?: While New Orleans is credited with the origination of the fizz, the Chicago variation’s claim to fame was its popularity at the Waldorf-Astoria bar in New York during the pre-prohibition era.

14. Indiana

Drink: The Refined Janet Guthrie (Sweet Tea vodka, Refined Mixers margarita mix)

Why?: In honor of the Indy 500, this beverage was created to commemorate the first woman that qualified and drove in the race.

15. Iowa

Drink: The Iowa Sunrise (Bacardi white rum, Vodka, Lemonade, Sprite, Orange juice, grenadine)

Why?: While similar to many cocktails in composition, the Iowa version is said to represent the beautiful sunrise over Iowa in winter mornings.

16. Kansas

Drink: The Pendergast (Buffalo Trace Bourbon, sweet vermouth, Benedictine, and Angostura bitters)

Why?: This cocktail is named for Thomas Pendergast, a Kansas City politician famed for his populist touch and connections with the Mafia during the Prohibition.

17. Kentucky

Drink: The Mint Julep (Bourbon, sugar, water)

Why?: The origins of the drink are murky, but the mint julep was introduced by US Senator Henry Clay during the 18th century.

18. Louisiana

Drink: The Sazerac (Rye Whiskey, Peychaud’s bitters, sugar, absinthe)

Why?: In June 2008, the Louisiana Legislature proclaimed the Sazerac as New Orleans’ official cocktail.

19. Maine

Drink: Dust to Dust (Cold River Vodka, Domaine de Canton ginger liqueur, Aperol, ginger syrup)

Why?: The bar Grace, located in Portland, Maine, is famous for this unique ginger cocktail.

20. Maryland

Drink: The Black-Eyed Susan (42 Below Vodka, Early Times Kentucky Whiskey, sweet & sour mix, and orange juice)

Why?: The cocktail, named after Maryland’s state flower, is the official drink of the Preakness Stakes.

21. Massachusetts

Drink: Drink: The Cape Codder (Vodka and cranberry juice)

Why?: The drink was conceived by the Ocean Spray cranberry growers under the name “Red Devil,” which was later changed to “The Cape Codder” in the 1960’s.

22. Michigan

Drink: Drink: The Golden Cadillac (Creme de cacao (white), Vodka, Galliano, blueberries, water, sugar, and lemon juice)

Why?: While the cocktail was created in California, it’s famed name (Cadillac, of the Motor City origin) and taste has made it a popular beverage in many bars in Michigan.

23. Minnesota

Drink: Drink: The Bootleg (Bootleg mix, gin, vodka/light rum, and club soda)

Why?: Bootleg cocktails are made specifically from Bootleg Mix, which can only be purchased from the Woodhill Country Club in Wayzata, Minnesota.

24. Mississippi

Drink: Drink: Mississippi Punch (Dark rum, bourbon, brandy/cognac, fresh lemon juice, and sugar)

Why?: This cocktail recipe was first printed in Jerry Thomas’ The Bon Vivant’s Companion, attributing its location in Mississippi.

25. Missouri

Drink: The Missouri Mule (Bourbon, Applejack, lemon juice, Campari, and Cointreau)

Why?: The cocktail was created for President Harry S. Truman, with its name representing his home state of Missouri and the donkey mascot of the Democratic Party.

26. Montana

Drink: The Montana Tornado (Jack Daniel’s Tennessee whiskey, gin, tequila, and 7 Up)

Why?: Unlike other tornados, the Montana Tornado features 7 Up instead of the commonly used Coca-Cola. The drink is also served in a mason jar instead of the typical cocktail glass.

27. Nebraska

Drink: The Kool-Aid Caddy (Orange vodka and Kool-Aid)

Why?: Kool-Aid was invented in Hastings, Neb, by Edwin Perkins. Naturally, the state boasts a beverage in his honor.

28. Nevada

Drink: The Nevada Cocktail (Light rum, grapefruit juice, lime juice, and sugar)

Why?: In honor of Nevada Day, which falls on the last Friday of October, many drink this cocktail to celebrate.

29. New Hampshire

Drink: The Gin-Esaisquoi (Lillet blanc, Velvet Falermum, egg whites, and orange bitters)

Why?: This drink was originated at the White Mountain Cider Company in Glen, NH by bartender Jeff Grdinich for his friend Kevin Ginestet, who, ironically, is allergic to eggs and does not drink alcohol.

30. New Jersey

Drink: The Applejack (Applejack brandy, lemon juice, and grenadine)

Why?: During the colonial period in New Jersey, the Applejack was used as currency to pay road construction crews. New Jersey also boasts the oldest licensed distillery, Laird & Company, which continues to produce applejack.

31. New Mexico

Drink: La Paloma (Tequila and grapefruit soda)

Why?: This cocktail was first recognized in Evan Harrison’s Popular Cocktails of the Rio Grande. Known as “The Dove” in Spanish, it’s origins are claimed to be somewhere along the Rio Grande.

32. New York

Drink: The Moscow Mule (Vodka, lime juice, ginger beer)

Why?: The cocktail is said to have been invented in 1941 by John G. Martin of G.F. Heublein Brothers, Inc., an East Coast spirit producer and Jack Morgan, President of Cock ‘n’ Bull Products.

33. North Carolina

Drink: Dirty Beetz (Vodka, beet juice, lime juice, and orange juice)

Why?: The Fiction KItchen, a local Raleigh haunt, features this cocktail. Created by Christopher Tamplin, the use of beets creates a vibrantly colored cocktail when garnished with a lime and orange peel. 

34. North Dakota

Drink: The Howlin’ Wolf (White Creme de Menthe, blue curacao, vodka, and Sprite)

Why?: It’s no surprise that this drink is named after North Dakota’s state animal, the coyote (AKA prairie wolf).

35. Ohio

Drink: The Black Gold (Captain Morgans, Jose Cuervo Gold Tequila, Sierra Mist, and Grenadine)

Why?: The Kentucky Derby, the Preakness, and the Belmont Stakes have specialty cocktails, naturally the folks in Thistledown wanted to create a drink to represent the Ohio Derby. The Black Gold is named after the only horse to win both the Kentucky Derby and the Ohio Derby.

36. Oklahoma

Drink: The Farmer’s Daughter (Vodka, fresh strawberries, basil leaves, and simple sugar)

Why?: Lobby Bar, located in Oklahoma City, specializes in maintaining the tried-and-true nature of cocktails while adding an individual twist, crafting each individually with added, natural ingredients. Each of their Farmer’s Daughter cocktails is made with fresh fruit.

37. Oregon

Drink: Flaming Ring of Fire (High proof rum, whiskey, and tabasco sauce)

Why?: Named after Oregon’s location in “The Pacific Ring of Fire ”, this shot turns up the heat with added Tabasco sauce.

38. Pennsylvania

Drink: The Bronx (Gin, Sweet red vermouth, dry vermouth, and orange juice)

Why?: Strangely, this cocktail was created by Joseph S. Sormani in Philadelphia, a retired Bronx restauranteur.

39. Rhode Island

Drink: Rhode Island Red (Partida Blanco tequila, chambord, lemon juice, agave nectar, orange bitters, and ginger beer)

Why?: While hailing from California, this drink was created to salute the 350th anniversary of Rhode Island’s reception of a Colonial Charter.

40. South Carolina

Drink: The Hemingway Mojito (Bacardi, sunset-red Italian Campari, muddled mint & grapefruit, soda water, and grapefruit juice)

Why?: Amen Street’s, located in Charleston, mixologists created a cocktail to match the colorful like of Ernest Hemingway. The drink boasts beautiful colors to reflect Hemingway’s love for Key West’s sunsets.

41. South Dakota

Drink: The President (Light rum, grenadine, and orange juice)

Why?: Over 2 million people visit South Dakota annually to visit this befitting cocktail’s dedication, the Presidents of Mount Rushmore.

42. Tennessee

Drink: Lynchburg Lemonade (Jack Daniel’s whiskey, Triple sec, sweet & sour, and Sprite)

Why?: This famous cocktail got its name from the Jack Daniel’s Distillery in Lynchburg, Tennessee. Alabama restauranteur Tony Mason brought JD to court, alleging that the distillery stole his recipe, but a judge declined his request for $13 million in damages.

43. Texas

Drink: The Mexican Martini (Tequila, Cointreau orange liqueur, sweet & sour mix, lime juice, orange juice, and Sprite)

Why?: This cocktail variation of a margarita is served straight up in a cocktail glass and can be served extra spicy. This drink was created and continues to be incredibly popular in Austin, TX.

44. Utah

Drink: The Mountain Derby (Woodford Reserve, grapefruit juice, honey, and lemon juice)

Why?: This interesting cocktail was created by Dave Wallace and beat out other cocktails in a competition held in Park City, UT. As a result, his concoction is now featured on drink menus at bars and restaurants all over the city for six months.

45. Vermont

Drink: The Old Vermont (Gin, maple syrup, lemon juice, orange juice, and bitters)

Why?: For a true version of an Old Vermont, a bartender needs to use Barr Hill Gin from Vermont.

46. Virginia

Drink: The Copper Barley (Campari, sweet vermouth, and soda water)

Why?: The Copper Barley is a cocktail that uses malt exclusively from the Virginia Highland Malt distillery.

47. Washington

Drink: The Washington Apple (Vodka, Sour Apple Schnapps, and apple juice)

Why?: This can be served as a martini, a shooter, or on the rocks, but its main ingredient is Washington apples from, well, Washington.

48. West Virginia

Drink: The Persephone (Bourbon, whiskey, triple sec, lemon juice, and egg whites)

Why?: This holiday inspired, champagne-based cocktail was featured in the West Virginia Gazette by its style team.

49. Wisconsin

Drink: The Tom and Jerry (Rum/brandy/whiskey, egg whites, vanilla extract, sugar, nutmeg, and powdered milk)

Why?: This Christmastime cocktail was originally created by journalist Pierce Egan in the 1820s, but continues to be most popular in Wisconsin.

50. Wyoming

Drink: The Boiler Maker (Light draft beer and whiskey)

Why?: Similar to Old Faithful in Wyoming, The Boiler Maker is a geyser of sorts. To consume this cocktail, you first have to drop the shot of whiskey into the beer, then down the entire thing in one gulp.

Bonus: Washington D.C.

Drink: The Rickey (Gin, lime juice, and carbonated water)

Why?: While the drink was created in the 1880’s, the drink maintains its popularity as one of the most popular gin cocktails in the area and even has a virgin version called the “lime rickey”.

Give me all [MAFIA!AU]

Summary: He wanted supreme control, but one pawn was missing from his board, so he went out to get it.

Warning: Language, sex, drugs, violence, gore


12| 3| 4| 5

It was clearly, most definitely moans.And they have been going on for a while now. ‘The best’ thing in this situation was his bed installed on the other side of the wall that connected their rooms, which happened to be the wall her bed was fixed to. Not only did she hear everything, but she was also shaken by Jungkook’s thrusts as his bed’s headboard banged into the wall mentioned earlier.

She tried to be smooth about letting them know they were too loud. She tried turning the TV on to a high volume, she slammed the door, faked a cough so bad she started coughing for real and even smashed down, ‘by mistake’, a beautiful perhaps crystal lamp. They were unreal, her anger was boiling hotter and hotter, to calm herself she even took the situation at hand and she determined he was fucking a whore, thus the exaggerated moans.

They’ve calmed for a minute or so, and she thought they were done. Mei closed her eyes, let out a heavy breath and tried to catch some sleep.

“Ahhhh, Ma-Aster J-Jeon!”

‘Are you fucking serious?!’, she screamed in her head. This is the moment her nerves left her to deal with this on her own, and she did the first thing that came up to her. Her hands fumbled with the lock, but once opened she firmly grasped the barrel and stormed out of her room.


The door rattled under her hard blows, her fingers hurt from being pressed down so hard and her palm stung with each blow when the muzzle dug in it. But no pain was to be felt when her anger was at its maximum, only the slight throb of the blood pumping at her temples.

Jungkook just blinked once at the gun grip which was dashing towards his forehead, luckily for him, it stopped 2 cm away. He saw her frowning the moment she spotted him, he kept quiet as she put up her most fierce demeanor before speaking.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing messing with my sleep?” The loud tone hit his eardrums. The gun grip pointing at his chest with every word, taunting him.

“Can’t you see I’m kinda busy right now?” Jungkook gave a brief look to his groin while giving her a slight smirk.

His eyes are agile, searching for any type of reaction from her, a hasty breath, widened eyes, shaky arms, something to tell him that she was impressed, taken aback. He found none, not even the slightest. Jungkook saw her head shifting, rising up from looking at his crotch and little by little the defying smirk she wore was revealed. It struck him, what kind of girl has no reaction when a man comes on glistening in sweat and displays his cock to her?

“Do I look like a give a fuck? I have no interest in seeing your hard dick unless it’s for me.” His eyes squinted at her tongue poking out to wet her lips, his eyes with hooded eyelids stares at her jaw being pushed towards him. He kept his posture while she strenuously pushed the gun into his chest, exactly where his heart is. Jungkook’s low ‘It isn’t even that hard’ barely reached her somewhere in her unconsciousness.

“You and your whore better let me sleep or else I’ll come and end you both!” Mei’s voice forced him to look up at her again as she holds his gaze for a couple of minutes before turning around and entering her room.

He stood in the doorway even after hers slammed shut. ‘Or else I’ll come and end you both’, Jungkook chuckled, what did she mean by ‘end you both’? More exactly to end our lives or making us orgasm? While thinking this he closed his door and languidly made his way back into his room, but didn’t go for the bed, instead choosing the cabinet over it, pouring himself some whiskey. He kept silent for a while, his butt pressed against the hard wood of the cabinet, mindlessly watching over the two sharks swimming around in the massive tank set up in one of the walls, at the same time enjoying his drink. The thought of having Mei in all the ways he wishes left Jungkook unwanting of another woman.

“That’s all for tonight. Go back to the lake house!” he commanded with his back turned to the woman waiting on the bed for him.

Jungkook did not move a centimeter until the door clicked into place and only then he allowed himself a deep long exhale, his fingers ravishing his hair, turning it into a mess. The whiskey in the embellished crystal glass was finished in one swig, he bowed to reach inside the cabinet and retrieved two plastic zip bags and a lighter from it. His finger meticulously rolled up a joint, he grabbed the lighter and heard his own footsteps pacing on the marble floor as he was strolling towards the big french windows. He opened them and stepped on the balcony, cool air making his hair stand up on his arms and legs. Jungkook sat down on the chair facing the garden, lit up his joint and took a long drag from it. His head fell back on the chair and he opened his mouth to let the smoke rise forming a thick cloud, only watching the stars for a fragment of a second before closing his eyes. Completely giving into the calming feeling Jungkook had no idea what a sight he was.

His head back with sweaty hair strands stuck to his forehead, both arms stretched over the tub chair’s armrest, prominent throat with veins cracking up, chest rising and falling meekly, legs parted widely and his erection sprawled on his abdomen. The moonlight falling on his skin softly highlighting his muscles, his slightly flexed arms and long legs. The smoke from the joint lavishly playing on him giving him that surreal look, handsome and intangible, just like a god.


Black suede boots with heels clicked on the marble, slowly making their way down the stairs and along the hallway until they’ve reached the dining room entrance. The seven men could now see the tip of the boots not only hear them and soon after them, the rest followed. Coal black material covering her legs up above the knees, the red tight skirt just the perfect length to cover her ass and a crop top with cut-out shoulders and a chocker to top it off. They were waiting for her, Yoongi played with his matches, Mino and Seunghoon were laughing and Taehyung listened to Jungkook as he explained something and traced some lines on an open folder.

With the exception of the bomb twins, they all looked at her unfazed. Jungkook tossed the folder to a servant with bored eyes, Yoongi blew the match out and took a normal position while Taehyung took a sip from his coffee. She took her seat near Taehyung and waited in silence with all of them for breakfast to be served.

“Are you trying to integrate better in your soon-to-be whore title?” Jungkook said instead of a ‘good morning’.

“I am a mafia lawyer, might as well look like one!” She didn’t even spare him a single gaze.

“No, you kinda look like those girls at the club who come to suck you off  of both cum and money.” Yoongi’s platonic voice spoke. “Don’t you worry, though, they are usually good at giving blowjob.”

“And you kinda look like you need a blowjob.” Mino’s nose scrunched in amazement and covered his mouth while snickering, everyone could smell the burn. 

It was all silent for a while after that, Yoongi thought of plenty good comebacks at that time but he kept his mouth shut, she was a woman and he didn’t want to go too far into insulting her, at least for now. Everyone was enjoying the silence and ate their food in contempt when Jungkook decided it was time to talk business.

“Yoongi, Mino, you two are on to that transaction in Songpa-gu today at 12:15. Yoongi! Don’t let Mino do anything unnecessary!” Jungkook took some more bites off his plate before talking again.

“Seunghoon, you go check the info we’ve got on Choi about him washing some money away from us in Mapo-gu. Taehyung, I’ve assessed you the task of discarding the Baem, you know what to do but that later tonight, now just see if everything’s fine back at the factory and bring back some reports.” He took a pause to drink from his coffee and shrug. “I want you all in my office by 10:30 p.m. so we can talk about Namjoon sneaking into my business like I don’t know he is the one who took out my lawyer.”

With this, the schedule for that day was laid out and all of them made a plan in their head on how to approach their problem. Not Mei, she was just enjoying the good food and the silence which she longed for last night. But then her peace started crushing and from somewhere she could hear someone calling her name.

“Mei, I have taken the day off only so I could pass you down your responsibilities and bring you up to date with what’s going on around here. Try to keep up with everything as I have no extra time to spare for you and your slow mind.”

She straightened her back and swallowed her food before responding. “Roger that, Jeon!” Mei’s index and middle finger went to her brow and saluted him like a soldier with a provocative smile and a wink.


They walked past the garage where she saw her car, Jungkook’s and a few more she couldn’t recognize. Here and there were 3 empty spots. Taehyung, Seunghoon, Mino and Yoongi left immediately after breakfast was over and she was left with Jungkook.

Unexpected of him, he suggested that they start with a tour around the estate. So he showed her the garage, the stables, the pool, the garden and they were now walking towards the lake. As they got closer to the shore, she started to distinguish the silhouette of another house, not as big as the other but clearly imposing. At the entrance, there was a rather large terrace with white marble floor and greek columns from which were graciously hung pieces of pale blue silk chiffon, swept by the mild breeze. Two men were seated at the entrance just like they were everywhere, they stood up when they saw Jungkook and bowed opening the doors for them.

A nice laugh tingled in her ear. So this house is used as well, Mei deduced. She followed after Jungkook in what looked like a luxurious, sweet smelling and sunlight-filled living room. Occupying different seats among the room, Mei counted eight women. All beautiful, dressed in lingerie and caked up to the last detail, three of them were over a corner of the massive white table in the middle and snorted cocaine. Other two were laying on a single cream recamier on the farthest corner and smoking weed from what Mei could tell from this distance, a brunette was trying to set some peonies in a tall vase while the remaining two applied cream on their legs. The girls turned their attention to Jungkook the moment he stepped in, they hurried to form a line before him, bowing deeply.

“Is she new meat, Master Jeon?” A girl with sun-kissed skin jerked her chin at Mei.

Jungkook chuckled, grabbed her jaw with his right hand and kissed her open-mouthed. “She’s not, not yet. She is to be in two weeks.” He entered further into the room and took a seat on one of the armchairs, soon after that a tall redhead handed him a flute of sparkling champagne. Mei walked confidently, pushing aside the girls so she could pass and sat down in the other armchair.

“I’ll have some champagne too!” She smiled at the redhead. All girls looked at her in disbelief and the one who brought Jungkook a glass looked at him with an inquiring glare. He just nodded, signaling her to proceed. “So, is this your whore house, Jeon?” She asked before taking a small sip from the champagne.

“Whore house?… Well, yes, you can call it that too, I suppose. We, here, refer to it as the ‘Lake House’.”

Mei could feel the women’s glares shooting her venomous arrows in her chest, but she cared not. “And, you’ve brought me here so I get to see where I’ll be staying. If I am to lose the deal, that is.”

“Mmm, I understand you are not as dumb as I thought. That was indeed my plan all along.”

Mei turned her head, observing closely her surroundings and the people around her and then spoke: “I can deal with this. This kind of luxury isn’t achievable with an income of a lawyer resolving divorces. And the girls, they are all very beautiful and…sexy.” She downed the rest of the sparkling champagne and gently placed the slim flute on the short marble table near her. “Say, these two weeks, may I request for one of them too?”

Jungkook turned to stare deep at her with dark eyes, so dark you could see the lust in them from miles away. He broke his scary look into a devilish smirk which turned Mei’s sense on.

Jungkook broke the visual contact and turned to finish his champagne as well. “Feel free to do so!” He stood up and smoothed down any creases in his suit and leaned his head on his left shoulder demanding that she should get up and follow him.

 Jungkook left the Lake House in a big way, not saying goodbye because that would not go well with his superior bad attitude, he stepped outside on the terrace with both hands in his pockets, tongue poking inside the right cheek and his eyebrows were cockily furrowed while scrutinizing the glossy surface of the lake. He rearranged his trousers while his hands still inside the pockets, the outset of a boner making his crotch stand out more in the tight material and then he started walking tall and proud.


As Jungkook ordered Yoongi and Mino were in Songpa-gu for the monthly transaction where they gave the drugs to their men and their men gave them the money for the last batch of drugs. Normally, this type of action was a piece of cake, but sometimes, mostly when Mino was involved, they’ll get messy.

“That’s all? Huh, Mino gave his best cocky smile, so you’re telling me this is all you have managed to make this month?”

“The selling went bad, boss! Motherfuckers got no money for cocaine no more, boss!” He held up his hands it defense, trying to wave off Mino’s anger.

“Do you realize the shit you are saying? Since when do cocaine addicts stop snorting cocaine when they no longer have money?”

“I d-do-don’t k-know..a-ah-aAAH!” His head was raised by his hair strands being plucked from his scalp with an iron grip by Mino’s hand. He blinked when the watch clasped around Mino’s hand bumped his skull. His men were watching everything from inside the car not daring to move a finger.

“You don’t know huh?” With a hellish smile, he pulled the man’s head backward causing him to stumble and then pushed his head in the headlight while screaming at him “Where’s my money, bitch?”

 The headlight plastic broke and the light emitting from it turned red, clack-clack, two tiny white squares dropped on the cement. The man recoiled and escaped from Mino’s grip, he felt the car on his right and pressed his back to it. Blood was flowing from several parts of his face, his nose bridge, his brow, but the most generous amount of liquid was coming from his mouth. His finger shaking pushed hastily past his lips feeling around in his mouth, he screamed in horror when instead of touching his two front teeth he felt nothing.

Mino just stood there, that smile which lets you know that hell broke loose still plastered to his face. “Now I am all dirty because of you. This, his fingers pinched the material of his shirt, costs a thousand times your lame ass! Guess you have to pay for this too!” And Mino started walking his direction again, but he stopped when the mirror brushed against his stomach. His arms were at his sides leisurely and the thumb was running over all the fingertips as if brushing off dust.

“You are such a fucking pain in the ass!” Yoongi complained as he was sat against his car’s hood a few meters away from the fiery scene. He played with his matches as always, he lit them one by one and when the flame got to his digits he will toss them into a dirty puddle.

“I’m just trying to be a good replacement for Jungkook, that’s all!” Mino waved his left arm calmly, assuring Yoongi that everything is under control.

“You fucking suck! Just hurry the fuck up!” With a slight flick of his wrist, the match flew from in between his fingertips and its flame died down in the puddle with a dull ‘tssst’. He opened the car’s door and slid into the driver’s seat, he leant his head back watching Mino with sleepy eyes.

“Where were we? Ah, yes..” Mino said before slamming his bare fist trough the windshiled. They were all stone, none of them would dare cross Mino, they were regretting listening to their boss in agreeing to steal money from them. Everyone who has heard of Mino feared this psycho with an immense sexual appetite, he was one of Jungkook’s trusted men after all. Even with his sprea fame, Mino came third when talking ‘the creepy psychos of Jeon’s gang’. First was Jeon himself, of course, the things that went around about what he does in his free time made even the bravest piss themselves. And he was so dreaded because theay all knew it wasn’t just talking when it came to Jungkook, the mutilated bodies left by him on purpose here and there so they know what will happen to them if he is to get mad, talked for themselves. Second came bomb artisan Taehyung, if Jungkook left bodies, Taehyung left a mush of blood, a paste and some bits of meat and an eye here, an ear there.

Mino clutched a triangular piece of glass, blood trickled down his forearm, he pressed his flesh against the sharp object not feeling the pain. He pressed his chest against the man’s and pushed the glass under his eye.

“I wonder, will you look better with a missing eye?” 

A sharp pain shot up Mino’s left side of the body, the glass fell from his grip and he rested against the car, but was forced to stand on his feet when the car sped off. 'Fucking pussies’ ,he thought. Yoongi jumped out of his car, pulled out his gun and sprang off to Mino’s help.

AAAnd this is all for this chapter.

I’m waiting for your feedback so never hesitate to send some!!!!!!!!!!

till next time *wink-wonk*

sorry for any typos, i had no time to correct it

The Teacher and the Student (Part 2)

This is the second part to my story, The Teacher and the Student. It was requested by an anon. It’s basically what happens when you join the FBI in the future and when you and Spencer “reunite”. I hope that everybody likes it! Thanks :) (part 1)

You were somehow both nervous and excited on your first day of work at the FBI. Your mind kept going back to the start of it all: Spencer Reid. You knew that he still worked in the FBI. In fact, you knew that he still worked in the same exact building.

You kept telling yourself that even though the two of you worked at the same place, it did not mean that you would see him. After all, it was a very big place, lots of people, lots of space, lots of floors, lots of rooms. So you really did not ever expect to see Spencer at all, especially not even on your first day.

You anxiously plodded up to the elevator and pressed the up button. The elevator dinged and you entered, pushing the button for the fourth floor. Nobody else joined you on your ride up. You nervously tapped your foot. It was a natural reaction to a first day at a new job. You still could not completely believe that you had joined the FBI. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. You were on track to becoming a lawyer just like everybody else in your family when your sister suddenly died. She had been murdered and raped in an alley. You kept feeling so useless, like you needed to do something. Once the pain started to subside, you decided that you did not want anybody else to go through what you were going through. A particularly memorable quote from your time in high school when the one and only Spencer Reid had came into your life, slithered into your mind. And it was that moment when you decided that you were not going to be a lawyer like the rest of your family. You were going to join the FBI.

Just like any other new job, you were nervous, but you knew that you had made the right decision and you were ready for this. You were ready for this part of your life where you saved and helped people every single day. You were ready.

You stepped off of the elevator and walked right up to the glass doors embellished with the FBI mark that would lead to the offices you were supposed to go to. You took one final deep breath and pulled on the handle, yanking the door open with surprising confidence.

You took a single step into the room and suddenly froze in disbelief. There he stood, staring right back at you, frozen just like you. The one and only Spencer Reid. After the shock started to soften a little, you smiled warmly at Spencer. You fingers anxiously fidgeted with the hem of your shirt and you suddenly felt really nervous. Spencer looked nervous, too, but he looked happy and distinctly calm about seeing you. He took two large confident steps toward you and smiled.

“So, y/n, I see that you took my advice and joined the FBI.”

You nodded your head,“Yes, I have.“There was a pensive silent for a moment."You remembered my name?"you asked with a smile.

He nodded and looked down at his feet in an attempt to conceal his blush. You noticed his proud little smile, though."I remember a lot of things.”

You smiled happily at him. Spencer had been such an inspiration in your life, without him you would be a miserable female lawyer who hated her job and never moved anywhere in her career. Now, you were a successful agent for the FBI and it was largely credited to Spencer. Neither of you knew quite what to say. You could not say just anything for it had to be something of some sort of substance but it could not be completely irrelevant. Unfortunately, neither of you had the best of social skills.

“Um, you know what,"you eventually said,"I have to go get everything set up with an Agent Hotchner. I guess I will see you around, doctor.”

You grinned at his little nickname. You had not called him that since high school.

You went up into the office that was labeled with Agent Aaron Hotchner’s name on the front and quickly got all of your papers settled together. You may have been ecstatic about your new job, but it did not keep your mind from meandering very far from the thought of working alongside Spencer. Ever since high school, you had the biggest crush ever on him. You had always just found him so extraordinary, so impressive.

Eventually, all of your papers were filed and you were officially a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Agent Hotchner told cheerfully told you to call him Hotch instead of Agent Hotchner because apparently that is what everybody else called him. You were alright with that. You actually liked the nickname. It had a nice ring to it and was a  lot calmer than constantly calling him Agent Hotchner.

He happily brought you out to the rest of the team. You introduced yourself to the five of them, and they all introduced themselves to you. When it came to Spencer’s turn to introduce himself, he just laughed. One of the blonde women, JJ, hit him warningly on the shoulder, scolding him for being so rude to the newest member of the team. But you laughed it off, too.

You explained that Spencer was kinda the reason that you joined the FBI in the first place. He had inspired you by his impressive lecture to your high school. He turned with a smile to Hotch.

“Remember that time when I was the new guy, and I was forced to go tall to all of the high schools about the FBI? I told you about that girl who practically made it her mission to derail my lectures?”

Hotch nodded in acknowledgement.“Well, this is that girl. She is obviously a little less rebellious now, but, you know.”

You laughed,“Who says I’m any less rebellious?"you winked playfully at Spencer and he blushed deeply, earning snickers from the rest of the team.

You were definitely going to enjoy working with these people, working with Spencer. This was going to be a good job. You just knew it.



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anonymous asked:

Hi! In ADWD Hildy asks Jaime if he has a wife and he thinks "No, I have a sister". What do you think it means? Cause I've seen few different explanations. JC shippers said it means that Jaime thinks about Cersei as his wife, but JB shippers said it means he's done with Cersei? I don't understand, please explain it to me


One of the reasons I love asoiaf is that you can have opposite interpretations of such a short, simple line, and both would be probably correct to an extent, because the characters are so rich that there are layers of significance in every word they say.

“Does that mean m'lord won’t be taking me home with him, to pray with his little wife?” Laughing, Hildy gave Jaime a brazen look. “Do you have a little wife, ser?”
No, I have a sister. “What color is my cloak?”
“White,” she said, “but your hand is solid gold. I like that in a man. And what is it you like in a woman, m'lord?”

Jaime has considered Cersei to be his de facto wife for all his life, which we’ve known since his very first chapter in asos. In his mind, he never had to draw a line between “sister” and “wife”. They were essentially the same thing. It’s part of his background, of his very essence to feel this way towards Cersei. He also never had a doubt she’d feel the same about him. He wanted to marry Cersei, and until she spelled it out that this is never going to happen, he genuinely believed that once Robert was gone they could make this dream come true. This is why when Hildy asks him about his wife, his knee-jerk reaction is to immediately think of Cersei. 

But the dream was shattered. Those romantic fantasies are never going to become true; Cersei will never give up power and her position to run away with him anywhere, and for an idealist like Jaime, this realization has begun to undermine the very foundation of his love. He’s no longer able to romanticize Cersei, to believe in the fairytale he thought their relationship was. 

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