Teacher cold: it’s like a man cold, in that you bitch to anyone who’ll listen about how shit you feel, but you insist on going to work anyway, because THE KIDS. WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE KIDS IF I TAKE THE DAY OFF???
Of all the mental disorders out there, none is taken less seriously than ADHD. Lots of people believe that it’s made up. Some people believe that ADHD is nothing more than bad parenting. And plenty of people believe that it’s an excuse to medicate otherwise normal children. But here’s the thing:
ADHD is a very real disorder, and it profoundly affects the lives of those who have it.
Let’s look at some facts about people with ADHD:
- 35% of teens with ADHD will not complete high school - that’s double the dropout rate of average teens.
- 30% of kids with ADHD will fail a year of school, or be required to repeat a grade.
- 45% of kids with ADHD get suspended from school at some point.
- Only 5% of teens with ADHD will earn a college degree, compared to 28% of the general population.
- Only 0.06% of people with ADHD will earn a graduate degree, compared to 5.4% of the general population.
- They have four times as many car accidents as the general population.
- They are 4 to 9 times more likely to go to prison.
- They are 11 times more likely to be unemployed.
- 61% will be fired at some point, compared to 43% of the average population.
- They earn, on average, $2 less per hour than their non-ADHD counterparts.
- They run a significantly higher lifetime risk of depression, anxiety, and antisocial disorders than people without ADHD.
ADHD is not a made-up disorder; it is a very real thing that has a profound effect on the lives of people who have it.
So what other myths about ADHD are floating around?
- Contrary to popular belief, ADHD is under-diagnosed. While there is some evidence to suggest that little boys are being over-diagnosed with it, girls are being grossly under-diagnosed. Teachers and parents’ are quick to recognize the disorder in boys; girls with ADHD, on the other hand, are dismissed as ‘ditsy’ or ‘spacey’, preventing them from getting the help they need. Doctors estimate that ADHD occurs equally in boys and girls, but boys are six times more likely to be diagnosed and treated.
- ADHD is not a childhood disorder. Studies have found that anywhere from 30% to a whopping 80% of childhood cases of ADHD continue on into adulthood, affecting sufferers for the rest of their lives. Even when cases don’t continue, the education gaps created in early years can affect a person long into adulthood.
- ADHD is not caused by diet. The vast majority of cases of ADHD are genetic. Other major causes include prenatal exposure to alcohol, and traumatic brain injuries. No cases are caused by food dyes, or excessive consumption of sugar.
- ADHD is not a “short attention span”. People with ADHD do not lack attention spans, they lack the ability to regulate their attention. When people with ADHD discover an activity that highly interests them, they can focus on it single-mindedly for hours, ignoring all other activities, much like you’d see in autism.
- ADHD medication doesn’t turn kids into “zombies”. At least, not if they’re on the right one. The medications prescribed for ADHD are not addictive or dangerous. In kids with ADHD, the proper dose of of the right medication can ease symptoms and allow children to regulate their attention and control their impulses. Untreated children with ADHD are more likely to grow up to be drug or alcohol addicts; medication significantly reduces that risk.
ADHD is one of the most common mental illnesses that any of us will encounter, but despite that, it remains poorly-understood, and is not treated as a serious disorder. People have grown skeptical of the disorder entirely, and look down on cases of ADHD as poor parenting or simple ‘drug-pushing’. The reality is that ADHD can make it extremely difficult to lead a normal life or achieve goals, and no one should look down on the treatments that make it possible for so many people to function.
Well, I’m typing this with my toes because my arms are too busy doing push-ups, so the drug must be working!
It has been about 1.5 months (2 injections) since I began receiving injections of Spinraza, and I just wanted to bring everyone up to speed with how I’m feeling.
As of today, I have not yet experienced any noticeable changes in strength since starting the drug. I’m pretty attuned to changes in my body, and I’ve been analyzing my movements and abilities closely in recent weeks, but so far I have not begun my transformation into StrongShane 2.0™.
From what I’ve gathered by reading hundreds of personal accounts of others going through this same treatment, there is a wide variety of “how much” strength is gained and how long it takes to begin noticing that change. Some people woke up the day after their first injection and found they had noticeably gained back lost strength and function. One girl, for instance, found that she could once again wiggle her ankle, an ability she lost years before. Some people noticed changes after a few months. Others have gone a year or more before noticing any sort of strength improvement. Then there are those like me who are in the midst of their first year and are still waiting to see if anything changes. The outcomes are widely varied, but if I had to give a rough “average experience,” it would be that ~most~ recipients saw some sort of strength increase within the first year.
Once I knew that a chunk of people were seeing great results in the early stages of getting the new treatment, it was impossible not to secretly yearn for that, so the waiting has, at times, been emotionally tough. This feeling is amplified back at me by family and friends who were also hoping for immediate results. I’m trying not to feel like a letdown, because I know that’s insane; everyone is just excited and hoping for the best possible outcome, like me.
Right now the line I’m repeating to myself most often is: give it time. I’m still well within the average timeline to feel strength improvements. And even if I don’t gain back physical abilities that I’ve lost, the drug should still halt the progression of my disease, meaning I won’t be any weaker a year or five or ten down the road. That type of “result” will still go down as the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me, but it’s going to take time and patience to notice.
My next injection is this coming Friday, and I’m ready to go! Thank you, everyone, for your ongoing love and support.
some otp (or character) tags for u inspired by my playlist,
i know what you’re thinking…. ANOTHER tag masterlist?? we get it!! however, in my personal opinion there can never be enough of these bad boys. plus a lot of my favorite songs and lyrics haven’t been used in any posts ⏤ so, here’s my contribution to the thousands of pre-existing posts just like this. hopefully this could be of some help to you!!
casual reminder to stop romanticizing saeran’s and rika’s mental illness.
Saeran’s behavior in V’s route is still obsessive, unhealthy, and creepy. Stop acting like it’s cute. It’s not. Being that unhealthily obsessed and attached to someone like that is creepy. Being manipulated into staying with someone like what Saeran does to MC, is creepy and abusive.
Rika’s mental illnesses do not excuse anything, so stop trying to villainize V so much when Rika LITERALLY says she chose her darkness, therefore choosing to be an evil brainwashing, drug pushing, cult leader who manipulates people into thinking her way is the right way, even when pushing drugs on people like that is WRONG IN EVERY WAY. Stop trying to excuse her actions just because she’s a woman with mental illness. Her gender/sex has nothing to do with it. She’s still evil. Nothing about her mental state excuses anything because SHE CHOSE HER DARKNESS! At least V recognizes their “love” was more like obsession and therefore not healthy, meanwhile Rika denies it and still clings to the unhealthiness of their past relationship.
Wanting to save Saeran is a good thing, but DON’T act like his creepy behavior is “romantic” or “cute” or “innocent.” IT IS NOT. Manipulating MC into “testing a game” and then guilt tripping her into “staying with him.” That’s abusive and creepy. For the love of God, stop trying to make Saeran an innocent baby when all he does in V’s route is praise Rika as his “savior” and guilt trip MC into thinking the same he does.
EDIT: im making this rant again because there’s STILL people out there who think saeran’s behaviors are cute and shit. just STOP it. and the rika excusers, stop trying to excuse a LITERAL CRIMINAL.
A/N: I really wanted to do this in one! But I felt like this was a good place to stop. I’ve never seen Uncaged, but felt like this prompt fit what I know about the movie and I’ve always wanted to write a story on this Gif:
“This better be good.” Negan held Lucille over his shoulder as he followed Simon through the Sanctuary.
“I don’t know if it’s good.” Simon shrugged. “I told you it was weird. Some guy showed up at the gate demanding to speak to who was in charge.”
“And you don’t recognize him?” Negan glanced behind as his number two shook his head. “And you didn’t kill him?”
“He doesn’t seem dangerous.” Simon stepped in front of Negan and pushed the door open. “He’s a Beta and you said all new recruits are filtered through you now, but I don’t think he wants to stay.”
“You know the rules, you know where the Sanctuary is, you either assimilate or we decimate.” Negan grinned at his rhyme.
It was a pity the guy was a Beta. Alphas were harder to keep in line, but once they settled they were a hell of a lot better warriors. Negan needed his army large and strong if the Saviors were going to keep on saving.
They strode in silence towards the fence. Negan wished he grabbed a pair of sunglasses as the sun blinded him.
“Well boys, who do we have here?” Negan twirled Lucille in front of him.
WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on
‘What do you mean Pavliukov is in town. Tell me you did not interrupt my night with y/n to play a stupid trick.’ Jaebum yelled at the men who already sat around the table in his home conference room.
All the boys looked at one another and pressed their lips together, wishing they were joking about the notorious Russian leader of the Bratva mob snooping around their city. He was ruthless and just as ugly on the inside as he was on the out. There was always talk about him randomly showing his face in Seoul since Jaebum had taken over for his father but they started years ago. They thought the threat was empty at this point.
“We were given a tip that he was at Park’s club uptown. We’ve found out he’s pushing drugs, trying to expand his business.’
‘On my turf?’ Jeabum said softly, eyes exploding with anger. 'On my fucking turf!’ He then screamed, slamming his fist on the table and making everyone jump at his sudden outburst.
'We’ve become aware that he finds you weak since he knows nothing about you. His father was scared of yours but he knows nothing about you. Nothing to make him stop.’ Mark said after a few minutes.
'The good news is Park respects us enough not to go through with the offer Pavliukov gave him. He had one of his men assure us that he wouldn’t break the trust he had with you in hope that you would help protect him if the Bratva clan came for him. Jaebum rolled his shoulders and relaxed a little.
'Send him my word, and thank him for staying true. It won’t go unnoticed.’ He said nodding.
'What do we do about the Bratva, Boss?’ Jackson asked, leaning forward onto his elbows.
'Keep an eye on him. Every time he does something I want to know about it. I want to know when he blinks. I want to know when he breaths, when he shits. Jinyoung, send a message to Choi and Howan, make it very clear they are either with us or against us. Nothing in between. I don’t know if Bratva are going to be reaching out to anyone else but we can’t let them even consider it.’ Jaebum said. He looked around at all the boys and hit the desk with his fist one more time before storming out of the conference room.
You hadn’t been able to sleep all night, Jaebum having to up and leave your couch at midnight due to a frantic phone call left you worried. As BamBam came to pick you up the next morning you couldn’t help but think something was wrong. His normally goofy smile was replaced by a pressed grimace and he seemed to look at you a little longer than usual. You tried making conversation with him but it wasn’t worth it, he just kept ignoring you. Thankfully as you walked in the house, no one else seemed to be in the same piss poor attitude.
The only thing missing was Jaebum. Jackson let it slip that he was working upstairs but every time you tried to make you way up to see him you were stopped either by a slight shake of Jinyoung’s head or Jackson’s hand wrapping around your arm to bring you back. You didn’t like that you weren’t able to go see him, but something told you that as bad as you wanted to see him, today was just not the day.
“I tried something new today. Cured kingfish with bok choy and dashi dressing.’ You said with a sad smile as you placed the dish on the long table surrounded by all the boys. Except for Jaebum that is.
You wanted to sit and enjoy the meal with them but it was just to weird. You didn’t feel comfortable anymore eating without Jaebum sitting next to you. You made your way back into the kitchen and began to clean, might as well get everything you could done before BamBam came to take you home. You couldn’t help but huff as you washed out the pots you used. You were getting jittery and even though it had only been two weeks you craved to hear Jaebum’s laugh and feel his arms around you again.
You huffed once more and dropped the pot, the loud bang startling you out of your thoughts. Even though no one was around your cheeks still reddened in embarrassment, but after a few minutes when no one came running you picked it back up and continued to scrub. You jumped again when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a head pressed against your shoulder. You didn’t have to look down to know who the arms belong to, the smell of his cologne alone was enough confirmation for you to know.
"Ive missed you.” He said deeply, squeezing around your waist tighter.
“You’ve been busy. I understand.” You said turning and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Im just glad I got to see you at least once today.”
He smiled and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, squeezing slightly before dipping his head down to kiss you. But before your kiss could deepen the sounds of chairs scrapping and footsteps coming towards the kitchen. You groaned and pulled out of his kiss, turning to the boys who all filed into the kitchen.
“I have to go back to work, but ill try and come see you tonight, alright?” He said kissing your cheek. You nodded and BamBam caught your eye.
“Leave in 10?” He asked handing his plate to Yugyeom.
You nodded and turned back to Jaebum, placing a kiss on his lips and making him smile slightly before you turned to start packing your things up, your knives now cleaned and your apron already wrapped up. All BamBam did when you turned to him was nod and start to walk out the kitchen. You looked back to Jaebum with eyebrows pressed together.
“Were all just a little uptight today.” He said as the two of you walked out of the kitchen. He held onto your hand until you found the door and your eyebrows pressed again.
“Are you sure nothing else is wrong with BamBam?” You said as you watched him walked around to the other side of the car and get in.
“I got after him right before he went to get you, he might still be mad at me.” He shrugged, stopping in front of the door.
“Ill se you later tonight?” You asked softly turning to him.
“Ill call you I still have some things to do.” He said kissing your cheek and opening the door for you.
The ride back was just as awkward and although the feeling of Jaebum’s lips on your cheek lingered you couldn’t stop thinking about BamBam. Your eyes looked over to him more than once, his eyes were cold and looking straight head. Clearing your voice you rubbed your hands together and looked from him to the driver and then back to him.
“Okay seriously, what is wrong with you. Did I do something wrong?” You asked turning your body towards him. His lips pressed together and he turned to look out the window, still ignoring you. “BamBam I’m serious. What is wrong?” You asked reaching for his hand.
He looked at you and his eyes were burning. Something covered his face for half a second but it was gone long before you could read what it was. His head shook but to your surprise his eyes met yours again and he sighed.
“Im sorry I didn’t mean to-”
There was a ringing in your ear and you had no control over your body. Eyes blinking your heart began to race as they weren’t getting any clearer. You tried to rub your eyes but something around your wrists pulled and you groaned as the pressure tightened. Thats when you realized there was something holding your hands together and something covering your eyes. Your heart began to race, panic setting in so fast your head began to spin.
Struggling you began to cry, not sure if you should scream or keep quiet. You pulled your wrists away again but the ropes just tightened even more. Tears streamed faster as you tried to turn your head to the side to see if you could get the bag off of your head but the feeling of something tightening around your neck made you gasp in surprise and stop. You turned your head the other way and let out a sob as there was another tightening feeling. The only thing that wasn’t tied together were your ankles but you weren’t dumb enough to try and move them.
As hard as you tried to calm yourself down you couldn’t contain the panic that was rising in your chest. The fact that you couldn’t do anything about it made the panic even worse. If you moved, you strangled yourself and if you didn’t… well you didn’t even know what would happen. You had no idea what was going on.
Thats when the sound of a parade of footsteps echoed. Your ears perked, they seemed to be on the other side of a wall which meant you were in a room, and by the fact that you were now half laying on the flood, the room was all concrete. The sound of a door opening made you jump again and the ropes tightened around your neck even more causing a sharp gasp to leave your throat as you tried to move in a way to cause a slight slack.
You jumped and yelped out of fear when something kicked your feet to the side.
'You said she love for Im?’ A husky voice said in english. There was a pause and then a slow, deep, hair curling laugh was admitted. 'Ah, she very cute? Maybe be my love.’ The voice made you whimper and then grunt slightly when a strong hand gripped your chin as the bag was ripped off of your head.
'I bet you sound very pretty in bed.’
Your eyes darted back and fourth as a fat scruffy man chuckled again slowly, his alcohol coated breath making you need to throw up. Tears ran down your face, you still had no idea what was going on but all that you did know was it wasn’t good. You tried to look to the side but the strong hand on your chin tightened, shaking your head vigorously to make you look back at him. Your bottom lip trembled but you tried your hardest not to let out a sob. Finally, when a man to your left whispered something in Russian his hand let your chin go. You head fell forward harshly making the ropes tighten faster than you realized they would. Your breath became staggered, hard and rapid as you choked for air, the feeling of the oxygen leaving your head causing your throat to burn.
'Take off so poor girl can breath.’ The man said and instantly the feeling of the ropes loosening around your neck. You gasped for breath as you fell forward, your body heaving as you tried you slow your body down, you’re face all but pressed to the floor at your hands still tied behind your back made it impossible to prop yourself up.
“Whats happen-” Your question was cut off by a sharp blow to your stomach, sending you across the floor with a loud groan.
'You speak when spoken to, bitch.’
You couldn’t help the body curling sobs that were leaving out of your body, the pain that now struck your side making it even harder to breath. Your eyes opened slowly, trying to blink away the mascara that had seeped down into your eyes when something caught your attention. Right in front of you were a set of shoes, a set of shoes that were far to familiar. Painfully you rose your head taking in the red suit. You didn’t even have to get past the knees to know who it was, but your head continued to raise until you were looking at him in the eyes. There was so much hate in his eyes it seemed like and your heart broke. How could he hate you. How after all the time you two had spent together, all the advice and the love he made you feel, how could he do this to you.
“BamBam.” You cried earning you another blow to the ribs. You endured this blow, your eyes not leaving his as he watched you hissed in more pain.
“Now what.” He spat, his eyes not leaving yours either.
“Now we wait. Let Im come to us. Then? I Kill him. Take over his reign.” Your eyes widened and you tried to move but the pain in your side made you grunt.
“I think, princess, That its time to tell who is your boyfriend.” The man said squatting in front of you, taking your chin once again. “Who you think is Im Jaebum? Hmm? Business man?” He said with a deep chuckle.
“Im Jaebum is bad, bad man.”
“Fuck you.” You spat, how could he say that. You groaned again as he let go of your chin to slap your face.
“You know nothing stupid girl!” He scram, spit flying out of his mouth.
“You think he just sit in tower all day? Talking on phone and signing paper?” His voice rose before dipping into a scary chuckle again. “No, Im Jaebum kills. He kills everyone who say no to him. If you make him mad, you die too.”
“How you not know Im Jaebum is big mafia boss, little little girl.” He smiled meanly. “But me? Im much, much more mean.”
Your eyes moved back to BamBam and you could have sworn his eyes softened for half a second, but the moment it registered that you were looking at him he stiffened. Your eyes watered again, anything that being said to you about Jaebum didn’t matter. It wasn’t registering. All that was, was the fact that you were laying there, hands tied behind your back while a Russian man punched you around with the person you had been the closest with watched.
“I have to get back before Jaebum finds out I’m gone.” BamBam said suddenly, his voice making you jump.
“BamBam please.” You whispered, your body shaking now in fear of being alone with this man. “BamBam don’t leave me here, BamBam. BamBam!” You screamed as he walked away without looking back, the door slamming behind him.
The feeling of your hair being pulled back to force you to sit back made you scream, your side bursting in pain, your eyes zoning in on the pool of blood that started to stain the concrete.
“I come to have fun with you later. Just wait.” He growled in your ear before letting your head go so you fell onto the ground, this time the impact a bit to much as you lost the strength to fight back as he stepped over you and out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
After reading all the interviews it seems like Betty is the only one giving it all, following Jughead. I'm not so sure how to feel about this. Betty is heavily involved with the main plot and also will be in Jughead's just for not to lose him.
you know, i’ve seen a couple posts like this in the bughead tag and it has me a bit confused. people are either missing interviews, or are ignoring parts of them. it’s been said a couple of times that they’re both trying to be there for each other and they’re both hoping their story has a happy ending. yes, betty is going to get involved in the southside because of her relationship with jughead. however, how is that different than jughead continuing to keep a foot in the northside for her? a place where he was bullied for years and then kicked out of? at least betty doesn’t have any negative history with the southside. i also refuse to believe that jughead is the only reason she gets involved with the southside/serpents/ghoulies. if the ghoulies are pushing clifford’s drugs and kids are dying because of it, that’s something she’d want to investigate with or without jughead. something that i think is confirmed by her and veronica buying JJ from the ghoulies alone and the scene with mal. archie and jughead were surprised to see them when they came to challenge him to a race, so they likely didn’t know the girls were taking things into their own hands
something else that i think people are overlooking is the comments about betty having to decide if she still wants to be with jughead. the distance, the wardrobe change, the attitude change, the involvement with a gang, the car races, the motorcycle, the new friends, ect… betty has to decide if she still wants to be with jughead and if she’s okay with being pulled into this new life as well. in the words of cole, deciding if she wants to be “ride-or-die.” betty needs to decide. it has only been said that betty needs to choose if she wants to be with jughead and get involved in this new, dangerous world. that leads me to believe that it’s never a question for jughead. he wants to be with her even if it means being pulled in two directions: his new life on the southside and betty on the northside
i think the reason we’ve heard more about betty’s side of things is because lili can’t talk about betty’s other big story line. we already knew betty was going to be on the north and jughead on the south and that the serpents were taking an interest in him. she doesn’t have to worry about spoiling that. however, betty’s other story line is the mystery of the season. we have no idea what that mystery is, so she can’t really tease about it without the worry of giving something important away
i also think it’s important to point out that lili loves betty. she’s protective of her and adores her. she wants what’s best for her. lili has been more vocal about liking betty and jughead together than she ever has before. they’re her favorite couple and she’s pulling for them to make it through– if things were becoming one sided in season 2, i don’t think she’d be as enthusiastic about their relationship as she has been
i don’t think any of that points to betty being more invested in their relationship than jughead is
just because he needs support and help from her doesn’t mean that he’s not going to return that help and support. it didn’t in season 1, so why would it now? that brings me back to the lili point– if betty was giving her all and getting little back from jughead, lili wouldn’t be rooting for their relationship
i’ll leave you with some quotes:
they’re both going through very different things– very different family issues –and they try to be there for each other and be each other’s rock
jughead is in love with betty
they’re both hoping for a happy ending
we really love them being together, because they’re happy
i think they’re a beautiful couple
when they do see each other, it’s kind of like a little reunion and there’s some really beautiful romantic moments between the two of them
betty loves jughead
she knows that she can trust him
bughead is pretty strong, pretty undeniable, and pretty epic
So one of my players is a member of a thieves guild, and I have some plans for a rival group to start pushing drugs onto the streets. These take the form of discount potions meant to hook people. Along with those, there are some drugs inspired by my love of Fallout down below. I don’t mind shamelessly ripping off a great game for my table. Enjoy!
Drugs and Addiction
Every time a creature
takes a drug, they must make a Constitution saving throw. The base DC for every
drug is 10, and increases by 1 for every success. On a failure, the creature is
addicted. For every day they go without taking the drug while addicted, they
must make a Constitution saving throw. On a success they are still addicted. On
a failure, the creature suffers one level of exhaustion. After 3 successes, the
creature loses all levels of exhaustion and is no longer addicted. The DC of
the drug remains the same as it was.
Bolt: For 1 minute, your speed increases by 5 feet, and
you can take the Search action as a bonus action on your turn. Also, creatures
have disadvantage on attack rolls against you. If you take damage, you lose
this ability until the start of your next turn.
Bruiser: For 1 hour, piercing, slashing, and bludgeoning
damage you take is reduced by 5.
Berserk: For 1 hour, you have advantage in Strength
checks, and your melee weapon and unarmed strike attacks do an additional 1d4
points of damage.
Back Bone: You gain 2d8 temporary hit points, and have advantage
on saving throws against being frightened for 1 hour.
Vigor: You regain 2d6 + your Constitution modifier
(minimum of +0) hit points.
Jinx: Your spell save DC and spell attack bonus increase
by 2 for 1 minute.
Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe.
Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Fluff
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, mature themes, strong language, drugs, sexual themes
Word count: 4,591
Summary: Taehyung was the drugs guy for Bangtan. Back when they’d first started up, he knew he had to go to a bigger drug dealer and thus met you, The Talon of the mafia world.
In the world of gangs, you had a nickname. Well, you had many but mostly you were known as Talon. You weren’t quite too sure as of why, but the leader of SuJu found it fitting. You didn’t belong to any gang, you just supplied most of them with the drugs they needed. You were in and out all of the time, your loyalties lay scattered around the mafia world. You didn’t betray, you simply assisted everyone.
Taehyung prided himself for being the reason Bangtan was able to take off. He was the drugs guy and the reason they were able to put their feet through any door in the mafia world. Back in middle school, he’d been introduced to something as simple as pot. Then he’d loved it. He was addicted for too long before he was pulled away from it. Nobody tried to stop him, they just let him rock for a while.
The thing that made Tae stop was money. He realized if he pushed drugs instead of smoking all of them, he could pull more money in than he needed. So, now he was known about the drug dealer around school and eventually as the upcomer in the mafia world. However, he knew as they began he’d have to raise the stakes a bit with more than just simply weed.
So, he worked his magic and there you were. Waiting for him at this shady warehouse on a dock as he walked in lax as ever by himself. There were probably around a hundred people who had their eyes on him, but they were simply focused on you as you stood there with your eyes on the ground, waiting for his feet to come into view before peeking up.
As soon as the two of you made eye contact, a cocky smile appeared on his face as you kept up your strong demeanor. The inside of your mind was filled with racing thoughts. How could he be it? Sure, you didn’t seem too much older than him, but he was a child. You were even higher up than him in the Mafia world (Obviously) and you’d never depicted the man you’d be with as someone who matched your own power.
“V.” you greeted him with a tiny smile, not letting the other people in the room aware of the sensation of the color brown you’d both just felt. You cleared your throat before raising your voice. “I need everyone else in this room to scatter. Now. Everything is fine here, now go.” Then they ran like little rats, abiding by your every order.
You led him over to a couch in the back of the room and he sat onto it, immediately making himself comfortable with his feet up. “You’re breathtaking, Talon.” Those were the words you’d always remember as the first ones your Soulmate would ever say to you. “Glad you’re my baby girl.”
You scoffed at his cocky words. “You’re just a child, Taehyung.”
His eyes moved a bit as you spoke his real name, but he tried to keep his cocky attitude up. “I know you’re merely a year older than me,” he paused for a moment and turned his full attention to you, locking his beautiful hues with your own. “Y/N.”
You squinted your eyes at the informality of this situation and chuckled. “How do you know all of these things?”
“I have my connections, princess.” he chided himself on getting you a little bit irritated with him already. “Are we going to make this deal or not?” He sat up straight and clanged his feet onto the ground beneath you two.
You were surprised that he was quickly went back to the drugs after this whole Soulmate debacle. It was a strange indention on society with how you were almost morally obligated to drop everything you did for the event. You met his straight stance now and found yourself inching closer to him on the couch, unknowingly to yourself. “Yes, the Coke’s all here. You have the money?” you prided yourself on being able to hop back into the business act.
All you wanted to do was talk to him about- him. Not drugs. The one fucking time you brought your attention away from work it popped back up. You were all about the money and making sure everything was going good for your needs.
He plopped a load of cash into your hands from his bag and still sat with that cocky smile. “Here you go, princess.”
That nickname stuck as you saw him once a week to make this exchange. The two of you hadn’t spoken about the whole Soulmate thing until probably about two years into the dealing when he’d asked you if you could get him some meth. You were taken back by the request and in the lone warehouse you stood up in front of him. “Are you fucking joking?” you spat in his face as he buried himself deeper into the couch he’d found comfort in for a bit. “I know you and Bangtan think you’re tough shit, but that’s a fucking load of shit. You’re taking from EXO and other people’s markets and they get fucking pissed, Taehyung. Pissed.”
In one swift movement he reached forward and swept you off your feet onto his lap. You kept your legs tight together as he pulled you against his chest and moved your head so it rested in the crook of his neck. “Oh, Princess.” he crooned. “I know you know the world better than me, but I know Bangtan better than you. Trust me. We can handle it. I can tell you stories sometime, if you’d put some time aside to speak to me outside of our weekly meetings.”
You were too taken back by his boldness to even speak. You knew your face was beet red and you couldn’t move your body to even meet the eyes you’d dreamed of staring into for a while. “You- You can’t just do that!” you stuttered, not moving position. “You can’t see me once a week to sell you drugs and let me get to know you- Break my fucking demeanor and expect me to just simply settle for it!” He was chuckling behind you but for the sake of your anger, you chose to ignore it. “It’s not my fault we don’t speak, it’s you, Taehyung! You’re busy getting your nose into a dark and twisty world-”
“Well, that’s you right? Or the persona you’ve built. Sexy, dark, and twisty Talon. The girl of every Mafia guys dreams.” You moved around so your body was facing him, your legs on both sides of him now. He licked his lips and looked you over. “But nobody knows you’re mine.”
That was your first kiss with your Soulmate. The smug fucking son of a bitch kissed you and it was a long kiss. He nipped at your lips a few times and you could feel a smirk heavy against your own with every teeth mark. It was a passionate kiss that you got so lost in until knocking broke your trance as his tongue traced your bottom lip. You pulled away and got off of him, dusting yourself off. “Enter.” you held your hand above your mouth to cover your swollen lips from your subordinate. “Yes, along with the usual order please calculate for meth as well. Thank you.” The door slammed heavy as your subordinate walked out to gather Taehyung’s supplies.
Tae was suddenly in front of you again and pulled your hand away only to lace his fingers with your own. He used his other hand to swipe across your lips and stopped at the slightest bit of blood that was drawn. He wiped it away and brought his finger to his own mouth, leaving you unsure if you were turned on or just confused. “Did I take your breath away?” he joked and let go. “Come over tonight, to Bangtan. I won’t let them know you’re the drug dealer if you don’t want- I’ll just say I ran into you at a bar and you’re my girl. My Princess. My Soulmate.”
You dropped your head only for it to be brought up with his fingers to make the eye contact you both severely enjoyed. “Yeah, I’ll come. However, I don’t know where you live. Bangtan is the only base I don’t know the coordinates of.”
“So you know every other one?”
“Don’t get any ideas, V.”
“Don’t call me that- C’mon Y/N.”
“And don’t call me that.” you snapped at his use of your name. Even if it was your own private warehouse, these walls were rarely ever safe. “I can’t leave here with you.” you crossed your arms over your chest and began to pace around.
Taehyung was fidgeting around from the loss of contact with you. He always felt the heat from your body radiating near him and it was one of his favorite things about the connection you two shared. “So sneak out and hop in my truck.”
You stopped your movement and turned to face him, rolling your eyes. “They won’t think it’s weird you stopped at a bar on your way back from a fucking drug deal?” He simply shrugged and you sighed. “I’m not helping you load your truck. I’m going to leave and go down to the bar on 42nd when you’re off of the docks. I’ll go get a little fucked up to make your story believable. You better think of a story.”
Then you walked out. You always managed to leave him speechless and a bit turned on. Taehyung licked his lips as he watched you leave, eyes scanning every sway. Your men helped him with the drugs to his van as you walked down the docks, earning every passerby’s looks. You were captivating to say the least and everyone seemed to want to know you.
There was this aura of intenseness that always flowed around you. There never seemed to be a dull moment and even with the way you walked, people were intimidated. It was never a thing you intended growing up, but you’d just simply been sucked into it like most people seemed to be when it came to the world of gangs. Instead of being scared, you simply embraced it and it soon became your world.
The bar was booming full of people and you made sure to separate yourself from the calls and noise. The bartender was automatically in front of you as you took a seat on the stool in front. “One gin and tonic.” you ordered, pulling out your phone to keep yourself distracted. The drink was in front of you within seconds and you were lost in your own world.
It was only a few minutes until you could hear your Soulmate’s voice floating in the bar. He was quickly making small talk upon entry in his own way which happened to be extremely loud and boisterous. He strode up to you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Instead of bothering with a hello he took a sip of your third drink and kissed your cheek, leaving a bit of wetness on it. “Ready?” he whispered and you rolled your eyes, nodding. He extended a hand to you and you just shook your head at it as it retreated back to his side.
As strange as it was for two people that had barely talked about more than drugs for years, the car ride wasn’t nerve wracking. Taehyung was very easy to make small talk with and on top of that full conversations were enjoyable too.
You joked for a bit about how far his home was and how dangerous it was to go this distance. You began to list off closer drug dealers and you just watched his eyes turn to your lips every second the road allowed. He rambled on and on that he could never let you lose your favorite customer and then about how much he wanted to “fucking kiss you so hard right now” and you could feel yourself blush, sadly.
“You know I have a cop badge, right?” he ended up bragging to you about it, but refused to tell you how he’d gotten it within his grasp. He said he couldn’t expose them and for some reason that made you laugh. In your head you ran through names and sort of figured out who it was, but for his little ego, you decided to drop it.
His smirk widened as you pulled into an extremely wealthy area and up to a home with a large fence around it. He pressed the intercom button and with only a nod was let inside. It all became clear as to why nobody had ever found the house of Bangtan and it was because it was too blatantly obvious. Most gang bases were kind of- shitty. This however, seemed lavish and extremely tasteful.
The gates slowly opened and in front of the house there were cars littering the giant driveway. He pulled up as far as he could go and slammed on the horn of the van. You collected your bag and before you could even open the door, he sprinted around to open it for you. He had this cute smirk on his face as you rolled your eyes getting out of the van.
“Oh princess, are you in for a treat.” he chuckled to himself and extended an arm that you refused. Before the two of you could take a step about five men barreled out of the house towards the two of you. Of course you recognized them as the rest of Bangtan, minus the leader that normally stalked off to the hospital at all times of the day. “Hey! This is Y/N! She’s my girl!”
If you were this “girl from the bar” persona that he wanted you to be, you would have been embarrassed at what Taehyung had yelled. Maybe she would have turned red and hid behind him, away from the pressure of meeting his “friends”. Except, you knew all about them and you knew who they were, despite you being a total stranger.
The only thought that truly loomed in your mind was if you were going to let them know you were their source for drugs. You knew Bangtan didn’t take too much advantage of others, but you didn’t even want to lead them on thinking you would. Putting Taehyung in the situation where Bangtan could get mad at him for not using you to get better deals of the drugs they constantly acquired.
“Ahh, she’s pretty.” the youngest one that you knew as Jungkook had a smirk on his face and Taehyung instinctively pulled your back into his chest as a defense mechanism. You could feel his hand tense around your waist where they had settled and you could only guess the look that was on his face right now. Probably annoyed.
“I know.” his voice wasn’t wavering but you could hear the slight bit of annoyance within it. You looked up at him since he basically towered over and there was a shit eating grin on his face. His other hand snaked down your backside towards your ass and you moved out of his grip before he could do just that. “Anyways, get these inside boys. We have a bunch of orders to carry out before the day ends. I’m not doing deliveries.”
He wrapped his arm back on your free party and pushed you along with him towards the front door. None of the other Bangtan boys said anything to you as you strode on past, they just scurried over to the van to get to work. There was no reason why Taehyung would be in charge of them in this moment, they were probably just trying to convince you he was possibly some big deal when you knew he lacked the power he was pretending to have.
“Why are you ordering them around?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as he shut the door behind you two.
He swept his free hand through his hair and bit his lip, obviously trying to get some kind of reaction from you. “Maybe they want me to impress you so you stick around.” he shrugged and you leaned your head onto his shoulder for a moment, feeling a smooth heat float over your cheeks. “Let me show you around.”
Surprisingly the Bangtan base was very much like a home. If it wasn’t for the drugs and guns laying all around there was no way to even tell that a gang lived here. There were stories of how tight knit they were and just this whole appearance justified it. Rumors were shot around about how they were formed but about a year ago Tae had let you in on the reason for it. The endearing nature of it could almost send flutters through your stomach of the magic of friendship. Just almost.
“My room is the first one on the left. We could go in there if you like.” He didn’t have to wink or make a face for the sexual intentions to come across. He wreaked sex and it kind of turned you on a bit. Even with the look that you shot him after he didn’t back down. You just rolled your eyes and stepped inside.
The room was decorated with drug labels and photography lining the walls. He had a desk that was piled with paper and with your expert vision you could make out the words on the top paper. It was a ransom note that was so obviously written by him. Obviously only you would know that as you knew his handwriting by now from the little note you’d find all over your warehouse from his visits.
“You left your lights on.” Was the only thing that you pointed out. He chuckled a bit and shut the door behind you. He took a seat in a rolling chair by his desk with his legs wide and his elbows leaned onto them. His dark eyes watched your movements as you made your way to a picture of a field with a boy standing on it on the wall.
The way the scene was framed was amazing. The lighting and even the pure intensity of it really caught your eye. “This reminds me of The Catcher In The Rye.” you didn’t turn to face him but the chair squeaked as he moved a bit closer to you. “The boy in it kind of seems like he has a purpose- but the cliff just looks so tempting.”
Your painted nails scratched at your lips as you leaned into your hand to study it even more. The paint was a bit chipped, but you hadn’t even had the time to fix it. Your orders had been filled to the brim and even this excursion would put you behind, but you knew it was time to take the leap to spend time with him.
There was no point in even denying that you didn’t want to get closer to the mystical V. He was your soulmate and even with that you put off having more than a hour long conversation with the man. Even just the burning of his eyes on your back was enough to send sparks through you and you couldn’t imagine spending another day without it anymore. He would never know about it and he probably wouldn’t even ask.
“I never read that book.” he chuckled and his voice was directly behind you. “I don’t really read.” you turned to face him and caught him mid shrug.
“You should.” Before he could attempt to even touch you your feet were off to study another one. “Reading isn’t too bad. It’s nice down time.” Your eyes landed on a painting this time that was reminiscent to Van Gogh.
“And now you’re gonna tell me you like math too.” he laughed and stood up. With just a small push the chair flew back into place as he came to your side. You didn’t make a face at his comment but as your eyebrow raised, he seemed to notice it. “You do like math? That’s new. I’ve never met anyone who enjoyed that.”
“I was always good at it.” you crossed your arms as you walked away from him to focus on another piece of art. “So, when this whole thing came around it was just an exceptional bonus I seemed to have to make a lot of things easier. Also when I was spur out random numbers when I’m lying about prices, people are intimated.”
He was so focused on everything you were saying and it made your stomach do little whirls as he followed you around. As you came to the last photograph by “Vante”, you couldn’t help but wonder who the photographer was. Something about the way he was looking at you made you realize they were his photos. There was no way his ego would pass up the chance to speak on the matter, but there he was doing so.
You’d heard every step of him coming up behind you. Even if his light chuckles confirmed he thought you were sneaking up on him, you were aware of his every movement. As you always were. Even though you weren’t directly tied into a gang, you’d picked up small things from the men, woman, and such that had walked into your warehouse. Things such as how to hear things most normal people wouldn’t pick up on and how to undo knots and such. Casual things, of course.
Taehyung placed his large hands on your waist, dipping them into the pockets of your jeans. He leaned a bit into you and placed his head upon your shoulder. Without even realizing you were doing so, you curved your head atop his and the moment you realized, you jerked it back up. He snickered to himself, but kept in place. You wiggled a bit to try to shake him off, but instead his placed small kisses on the inner corner of your neck. The only response you could manage was keeping yourself quiet and tilting your head the opposite way to give him more room.
For a moment you could feel him smile into the skin before he began to suck on it, as harshly as you expected from Kim Taehyung. After a bit, he pulled away to look at the fresh bruises he’d just left on your skin. He unattached him longer limbs from your frame and reached out for your hand. You looked away for a moment but followed after him as he led you to the dark sheets that covered his queen sized bed.
There was no way you could be exactly prepared for how rough he was. The way pushed you onto the bed even was breathtaking. Even more so was the sight in front of you. He stood above you and slowly took off his shirt. His eyes never left your body for a split second as he bit his lip and stared down at you with dark eyes. His chest was toned and you figured he worked out, but knowing him he’d never admit it.
The walk towards you was frustratingly long as he licked his lips, but you moment he was above you his lips were beggingly on your own. With no time passing his tongue had slipped into your own mouth and began exploring your mouth. His kiss was full of little bites where he would just tug on your lip for a moment and chuckle to himself at the change of color before hungrily continuing. Your hands roamed from his light brown hair to his bare skin and all you wanted to do was simply touch him.
The moment a door was slammed, Taehyung was immediately off of you. He picked up your body and sat you up straight, fixing all of your moved clothing and loose hairs. Once you were all neat, he ran for his shirt and threw it on, fixing his hair in the mirror. Your face was blank and you were simply confused on why you were yanked from your euphoria.
“Rap Mon is home.” he whispered into your ear in case anyone was in the hallway. “I don’t want him to walk in here while my di-”
Then with perfect timing with your sour face, the door was busted open to reveal a tall man with blonde hair and a smile in the frame. In an instant, you recognized him as the leader of Bangtan. Little was known about the man Kim Namjoon, but all of the information you had on him brought him out to be a kind man. It was almost strange to find those within this world of criminals, thieves, and mercenaries.
Although the stories of him having a heart of gold were there, tales of him being a ruthless man existed as well. Bangtan had only been around for a short while, but the nefarious torture stories rang through the crowds and you’d overheard most from people who came for pick up. You always seemed to be prying for information.
“V.” he started with a small statement before stepping forward with an extended hand towards you. “You must be Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kim Namjoon, a friend of your soulmates.”
He was being very subtle and it was almost concerning. The fact that he didn’t know who you were was the most concerning. There would truly be no reason for any of them to know your face, but the trust they had in Taehyung with a stranger was impressive. Most gangs that you knew barely had any faith in each other, as much as they prided themselves on being tight knit.
“Likewise.” you smiled and took his hand into yours. You tried to make your handshake lighter than your normal heavy hand that intimidated most. “This is a beautiful home you all have here.”
“Ah, thank you. Thank you.” his head dipped forward with every word. “V- can I speak to you for a moment?”
Then the two were gone and you could hear muffled yelling from outside the door. You took the time alone to lean back onto his bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. Once the screaming ceased, Taehyung walked back in with his casual smile on like he didn’t just get completely reamed out.
“He’s mad.” he shrugged and took a seat next to you. You cocked your head to the side to ask why. “He said he doesn’t want another girl caught up with our shit and then I did somethin’ stupid.”
“You told him.” the look on his face confirmed your words. “Should I leave?”
Taehyung extended his hand towards you and placed it on your thigh. He rubbed it for a moment before catching your eyes. “You’re welcome with Bangtan. We aren’t like other gangs you may know… Y/N. We won’t use you.”
Before you knew it you laughed in his face, but the look he was giving you was convincing you otherwise. Your tendency was normally to deny the kindness that was normally fake- but this psychopath was genuine. The bubbling in your stomach only confirmed it all as his touch spent affirming sparks through your body.
Bangtan was trustworthy and so was Kim Taehyung.
Author’s Note: Hey everybody! Yes, I’m still making these! I hope you all enjoyed this part! This is Taehyung’s installment in my soulmate mafia au series! You can see Yoongi’s and Hoseok’s right there! Please, let me know your thoughts and feedback! Feel free to ask me any questions you have ! Thank you!!
Aaron Burr started pushing drugs to pay for college, but he’s young and brilliant and when Thomas Jefferson and James Madison offer him the chance to rise through the ranks in their crime empire, he doesn’t say no. Five years later, he’s a multi-millionaire and when a drug deal goes down in NYC, it’s either fabricated or at least sanctioned by him.
Alexander Hamilton is a quick-witted young CIA agent hungry for a chance to prove himself and refute his colleagues’ claims of favoritism. When Washington finally sends him on an undercover mission to infiltrate the Jefferson syndicate, he’s literally thrown into the lion’s den. Lucky for Alex, he’s always loved to play with fire.
When he starts working for Aaron Burr, Alexander discovers a world of indulgence and abundance he couldn’t have imagined. When he starts sleeping with Aaron Burr, the lines between right and wrong start to blur. Alexander is a loyal person, but he isn’t sure where his loyalties lie anymore. Meanwhile, Aaron starts to discover his new right hand man isn’t who he pretends to be…
We first see Mickey return while Ian is banging someone else under the bleachers at the high school. I saw some people complaining about Ian “cheating” on Mickey between the last episode and this one but I’ll remind them: Mickey essentially broke them up in his last episode.
At first when Mickey stumbles upon the scene, he looks excited to see Ian until he realizes what’s going on; that Ian was having sex with someone else.
Then the jealousy flares and he acts out violently. This violence works on two levels: first and foremost as I have hopefully made abundantly clear, Mickey has been raised to be homophobic asshole, he’s been raised to believe that it is okay and in fact encouraged to beat up gay people, so his first reaction when he sees this is to react violently because it’s how he was raised. But there’s a second layer there which is jealousy because that’s his spot. Mickey, as it has been hinted, is just about always bottom and now here he is being replaced. And even though Mickey knows that what he and Ian has is casual physically, and surely he remembers that they “broke up” last season, I’m sure it still hurt to find Ian with someone else. This pain of course will be only worse when he learns about Ned who has established an emotional connection as well as a physical connection with Ian, one thing that Mickey cannot give right now.
Either way, Mickey acts out violently in this moment
I think it’s important to pay attention to Ian’s reactions. Ian rolls his eyes when Mickey says something homophobic or acts out violently, especially if it’s regarding his sexuality or Ian, and this is one of those cases.
I think it’s important to always look to Ian when Mickey does something outlandish because Ian’s reaction will tell us a lot about Mickey’s motivations. In this instance, Ian laughs and rolls his eyes because he knows that Mickey isn’t beating this kid up just because he’s gay; that he’s actually beating him up because that’s his spot and Ian knows it’s a jealousy thing. Ian has always had a knack for understanding Mickey’s side and deciding which side of Mickey he’s seeing: The mini-Terry Milkovich side or the true Mickey side. We saw him see right through Mickey in 1x10 when Mickey said something very biting, but Ian only laughed at him because he knew that there was no actual venom in the words. And basically any time that Mickey says something snarky, Ian laughs because he sees right through him and sees it almost as endearing! Here we see Ian almost trying to stop himself from laughing because this is so over the top and it’s almost humorous to Ian because he sees the irony of what’s going on here. Obviously it is not funny that Mickey beat up this kid who was completely innocent in this situation, but because this is TV and because this is a character defining moment, I say we forgive ourselves for laughing at the situation, because it is the sheer irony of Mickey’s words that gives it humor. Without, I never would have laughed and Ian probably wouldn’t have either.
The irony being that Mickey isn’t ACTUALLY beating this kid up because he’s gay or because Mickey has a vendetta against gay people. He’s beating him up because he’s jealous and beyond that is trying to keep up appearances that he’s a fagbeating hardass no one should mess with. It’s the way he tries too hard to come off as something he’s not that is humorous, then with the added irony that Mickey is criticizing this kid for allowing himself to be fucked in the ass when… Well, what is Mickey’s preferred position?
I also want to point out that Mickey’s walls are definitely still raised. Mickey is no where nearer to coming out or being completely comfortable with himself, but he also hasn’t taken a step backward. The irony seems to be lost on him that he first beats up a kid for taking it in the ass and calling him a faggot, then assuming the same position… This is how dedicated he is to not admitting he’s gay. Even before this moment, it was actually in the previous episode, when Mandy said that Mickey was asking for girl on girl porn we see that Mickey is still trying to put on airs that he’s straight, overcompensating, even, to combat the possibility that Frank could still run his mouth (and it’s possible that Frank already has run his mouth but he just doesn’t know it yet.)
I’ve written about Yoongi getting kidnapped so many times in my mafia Au and just Taehyung being a full on a badass when getting his baby back do like DO YOU ALL KNOW HOW MUCH OF A BOSS ASS BITCH YOONGI WOULD BE GETTING HIS MAN BACK!
The members of the gang would all be pretty shocked just hearing Taehyung was kidnapped, of course. This was the infamous Vee, their big bad leader that took his first life at age thirteen and took over Daegu’s underground by sixteen. This was the same Vee who ran straight into the guns shooting in his direction rather than away because he just didn’t care and suddenly he’s kidnapped?! At first, no one would be really sure what to do.
Except for Yoongi, of course.
Sweet “queen” of the gang with his pretty body, revealing outfits and charming face, no one really expects him to be the one to take over while Taehyung is gone but everyone knows better than to say shit when the pale man sits in the head chair while Jimin and Jungkook stand behind him protectively.
“I’m getting my husband back and I don’t want any of you getting in my way.”
Yoongi dares one of his husband’s men to try and doubt him and of course, there IS someone who does.
“But Suga with all respect this is dangerous you could get hur-”
Yoongi raises and eyebrow and cuts the man off by stabbing his favorite knife into the table in front of them. When he even took it out no one really knows but fuck are they shaken.
“I’m getting my husband back and you can sit there and listen to orders I give you like a good boy or you can have one of my sons escort you out.”
Step one in getting Taehyung back leads Yoongi straight to where he thought it would, his old job, the strip club Sweets. Right from the start, there’s this feeling he always gets being back to the dirty loud club. It’s like an empty black pit that just fills his stomach and leaves him feeling tightly wounded as he remembers his nightmare before Taehyung, but Yoongi pushes it back. Taehyung has talked him through it a million times. His husband had helped him force the need to vomit just at the sight of the place away and there’s no way he’s losing Taehyung just because he’s triggered by a club.
“Don’t let the past hold power over you, you hold the power over the past, it made you stronger, not weaker, you are a lion, a king of the underground jungle because you survived your past.”
Yoongi can hear Taehyung’s voice in his head as he grips the opening of the club and he keeps it with him as he steps inside the lit building with nothing but a simple pistol in his pocket and brass knuckles on his fist.
“PLEASE PLEASE NO HE’S IN GANGNAM PLEASE!! NO MORE!”
Taehyung’s men in the gang all watch with slightly wide shocked eyes as Yoongi smirks before he shifts his head to the side playfully as he stares at the tied up women in front of them. They’re back at home base with their interrogation room under the house filled with three men and two women Yoongi had ordered to be dragged inside from his car. No one really knows how he got them in his car in the first place either, Yoongi kind of just showed up from the strip club, but really no one was going to argue when they saw how beat up the other guy’s faces were compared to the few bruises Yoongi had on his face.
Jimin is high key impressed his papa. He always knew Yoongi was strong and able to cause a lot of damage, he’d seen it first hand during those few fights his parents would get in that left Yoongi pinning Taehyung under his hands but he never knew Yoongi was able to get information or hostages so fast. It’s literally been like two days since Taehyung was taken and they already have a lead thanks to Yoongi.
“SHUT UP SLUT!” Yoongi chuckles and stands up from his seat just to walk up to the women and slapping her across the face with his brass knuckles still on. Some of Taehyung’s men wince as the women’s face snaps painfully to the side with the hit.
“Suga maybe you shoul-”
Minjae, one of Taehyung’s right-hand mans speaks up just to shut his mouth when Yoongi turns back to him with a sharp glare on his face.
“Where in Gangnam is he?”
Everyone watches the way Yoongi smiles sweetly and caresses the face of the women he just hit. No one dares speak.
“I-In the red light district t-t-they’re holding him in a warehouse b-b-behind M-Moonlight t-t-the club owned by TSH.”
Everyone sighs out in relief when Yoongi grins and gets ready to walk out of the room. The relief is quickly turned into slight prideful fear when the ex-stripper pulls the gun from his son’s waist as he walks by just to turn around and shoot the women between her eyes.
“Clean up this mess.”
“So, we’re going to Gangnam?”
Jimin sits on his father’s desk and picks his nails as he watches Yoongi look through some of Taehyung’s papers in the mafia boss’s office. He’s not sure what his papa is looking for but he knows better than to try and get in the way, last time he did he’d gotten grounded for three weeks and that was definitely not something he wanted again.
“Yes but not to the club, not at first at least.”
Yoongi grins as he finds whatever he’s looking for and lays it on the table so Jimin can look at it.
“The owner of Moonlight, Lee Gajae, your father had a run in with him a few months ago because of missing drugs.” Yoongi smirks. “He owns a recording studio not far from the club, it’s like his most prized possession he uses as a front for rappers to push drugs.”
Jimin seems to catch on now to what Yoongi is saying and the orange haired boy giggles as he loads his favorite gun.
“We’re going to go pay him a little visit first.”
The main lobby of the recording studio echoes with the sounds of glass breaking as Yoongi goes down the hall, line by line, smashing awards lining the walls with a steel baseball bat. He’s really a fucking sight, in his combat boots with the steel toes and short shorts barely peeking out from the black shirt he took from Taehyung’s side of the closet, Jimin is sure if his dad wasn’t kidnapped he’d be right there trying to jump his papa for looking so good, especially uncaring of the way people scream and try to hide and move out of Yoongi’s way as he causes havoc.
“EXCUSE ME!” Yoongi smashes another award with the bat as he screams. “I’M LOOKING FOR LEE GAJAE AND I HAVE NO PROBLEM TEARING THIS FUCKING PLACE DOWN UNTIL HE COMES OUT!”
Jimin giggles when a woman sobs loudly as Yoongi hands him the bat for a moment just to pick up a glass decoration and tossing it into a large clear window pane separating the lobby from one of the main offices in the studio. Both Kim men step over the mess of broken shard unbothered as they continue wrecking the studio.
“LEE GAJAE I’LL LIGHT THIS BITCH ON FIRE DON’T FUCKING TEST ME!”
A gun shot rings right after Yoongi’s shout as the ex-stripper takes his son’s gun and shoots it up into the roof of the studio.
Finally, a man that resembles the picture that had been on the papers Yoongi was looking at steps out of one of the back offices. Yoongi smirks and shoots him in the knees before snapping at his son.
“Pick him up we’re getting your dad back.”
“Yoongi baby! You look so handsome!”
Those are the first words to leave Taehyung’s mouth when he sees his husband, son and a few of his men storm into the warehouse he’d been taken to. Yoongi is really so close to just walking over to his husband and pistol whipping him just for getting himself into this mess but the sight of his everything being alive is enough to stop him.
“Shut up idiot!” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Do you know I’ve missed this weeks episode of Show Me The Money because I have to get your dumbass back.”
“I love you too babe!”
Everyone in the room watches as the men that kidnapped Taehyung step out from the shadow of the warehouse. For a moment some even show fear. These were the men that were able to take their boss down enough to kidnap him, they had to be strong.
Yoongi is unimpressed as he snaps a finger and orders Jimin to drop Gajae onto the floor in front of him. Taehyung’s captors gasp at the sight of their boss.
“Give me my husband back and you get your boss back.”
Yoongi stays silent for a moment, when no one moves he groans out annoyed.
“Fine, then we’ll do this the hard way.”
Yoogi motions for his bat and the moment it’s in his hand Taehyung moans out. He knew damn well what Yoongi could do with that bat, has been on the receiving end of it, and his cock low-key twitches the moment his husband gets a good grip on it. Everyone winces as Yoongi swings it back and brings it down straight onto Gaejae’s already hurt knees. Taehyung moans again.
“Give me my husband back.”
Again no one speaks or moves so Yoongi lifts the bat higher. This times when the ex-stripper brings it down it’s on Gajae’s face and the sickening sound of bones breaking echoes after the man’s pained screech.
“PLEASE PLEASE GIVE HIM BACK PLEASE!”
Gajae begins begging and his men listen as Yoongi smirks and hits him with the bat one more time.
Later, when all the mess is over and Taehyung and Yoongi are cuddling in bed Taehyung kisses his husband and chuckles.
“What did you do to my men? Today Minjae saw a picture of you and nearly pissed himself
“I showed them who was really in charge around here.”
(that other prompt I sent was supposed to be future Klaroline, not just Klaroline, but feel free to do current or even AU) future!Klaroline + sex pollen/accidental aphrodisiac spell + werewolf sex is rougher around the full moon (and made worse by sex pollen/spell) trope
Possibly my shortest smut thing ever? Zero plot, friends.
Takes You Over
A shot glass is put in
her hand and Caroline throws it back without even thinking about it, too busy
glaring (while acting like she’s completely unbothered – no easy feat) at Klaus
and his ever widening circle of admirers across the room.
She was pretty sure
she was about to witness some leg humping.
Her throat burns as
she swallows, but not in the way she’s used to. It’s a cold and scratchy all
the way down her throat, an odd sensation. The taste is weird too, herbaceous almost,
and her attention is pulled away as she fights a gag. She looks up to find the
bartender, a witch Caroline’s become friendly-ish with (and only because the
first time she’d come to this bar had been during one of Bonnie’s visits) watching
her with great interest. Maybe she’s misread the situation terribly and the
girl’s actually been planning to murder her all along?
That would be just
“What was that?” she
demands, slamming the shot glass down on the bar top so hard it shatters,
shards digging into her fingertips.
The smile she’s
offered is enigmatic but not malicious. “A local specialty. A helping hand, if you will. And
it’s on the house.”