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LEGOLAND

THE ENTERTAINERS PENNY LAMB: A sixteen-year-old, sister of Ezra. EZRA LAMB: A thirteen-year-old, brother of Penny.

PLAYING STYLE Physical. Very physical. But truthful. The acting should be as frenetic and as over-the-top as possible, but with real acting intentions and subtlety. A clock with a soul.

MUSIC The whole play should be underscored, but not with current pop. Instead, past tunesmiths like Elvis, Hank Williams, Berlioz and Beethoven. Ambient music is fine occasionally as background. The soundscape sets the rhythm of their game.

SOUND Q #1 -- Last song preshow. Fade out sound as the house lights come down. Two spotlights, one on PENNY LAMB, the other on her brother EZRA. PENNY is a young woman wearing French braids and a private school uniform; she has a bright smile. Holding a piece of paper, she stands over a music box that plays a sweet, monotonous melody. EZRA, an intense thirteen-year-old, sits cross-legged in a chair, with a neutral expression on his face. He, too, wears a school uniform, plus a black cape, a single white dress glove and Chinese slippers. He has a fixed gaze on one audience member of his choosing, a fixed gaze he maintains practically throughout the proceedings. PENNY: Hello. My name is Penny Lamb, and I am an aspiring animal conservationist.

PENNY slams the music box. There is a flash. The stage exposes a large garbage can full of toys and a makeshift puppet theatre upstage centre made of household miscellanea: flashlight as footlight, a red curtain, etc. At the back of the wall there is a screen for various slides. EZRA should run the show as much as possible. Whatever the layout, it should look like it is designed by two industrious children… including the slides; imagine two children, with a solid year to design a show. PENNY speaks at an incredible speed, being an immensely nervous and self-conscious teenager. She literally trips over her words -- a volcano of passion and eloquence. PENNY: Hello again… (stage left) Welcome. (stage right) Welcome. (centre stage) Welcome… Welcome to my presentation. (reading from her card) This is where I tell you, after two hundred hours of community service, how never to turn out like me. It is my hope that after my hours of community service (looking up) that have culminated in this presentation, (reading) you will all go out and… and well… (looking up) lead fuller, lawfuller lives! (reading) I would like to thank Miss Peachery -- (looking up) my social worker -- (reading) for giving me the ultimatum of doing this presentation… (looking up) or, like, pick up other people’s trash for an entire year on some crummy expressway… (reading of a cure card, at a machine-gun pace) So first off I want to tell people never to shoplift, jaywalk, beat up kids, swear, knock on people’s doors and run away, be mean to overweight people, talk back to your parents. Stop, drop and roll. Never let your uncle touch you in places you feel uncomfortable with -- (looking up) even if it’s, like, your elbow. (looking down) Don’t do drugs -- unless they are prescribed by a licensed practitioner of the psychiatric profession… and stay away from sex, but if you ever get into super sexy stuff… use a condom… Oh… and it’s entirely natural to mastubate… (looking up) but never in a public place. She stops reading. Whew. Well that should cover a lot of ground, considering that’s like every high school play or movie I’ve ever seen in, like… ten seconds flat. And, I didn’t do any of the above mentioned stuff. I’ve taken all of those lessons to heart, and obeyed them. Beat. (fast) However, I did sell and traffic drugs in two countries, and horribly maim this man. This man I truly loved. Beat. Look, I was fifteen then. I was all screwed up… I’m sixteen now.

Beat. I would also like to thank Ezra… for doing all the art direction and putting all the pizazz into this whole stupid thing. Oh, this is my brother Ezra Lamb. Together… we are the Lambs. Say hi-a, Ezra Lamb. PENNY assumes a vaudeville punchline pose. EZRA casually takes of his white glove and throws it on the ground. He walks daintily next to PENNY, taking his time, leading with his feet, still focused on his one audience member. He talks like a nutcracker, breaking up his words. He has an other-worldly voice, and is practically expressionless throughout the proceedings. EZRA: Hi-a, Ezra Lam…… “bu.” EZRA assumes the Vaudeville pose, but with a performance art edge. PENNY: (giggling) That’s a joke… We make those. You can laugh… or not. Beat. EZRA: (with intensity) Hi-a, Ezra Lam… (extremely loud) “BU”! Beat. PENNY: Um, he has ADHD, which means -- EZRA: Attention Deficit Hy-per Act-ive Dis-or-der. PENNY: Which means -- EZRA: Five milligrams of Ritalin, five milligrams of Dex-ahhhh-drine. PENNY: And -- EZRA: I have strong apprehension to the scientific claims of my dis-or-der. PENNY: He’s pretty smart though -- for a thirteen-year-old basket case. Are you going to talk like that through the whole presentation? EZRA: Yes. PENNY: In real life he doesn’t talk like that. EZRA: In real life I don’t exist. Beat.

PENNY: Yes, he does. EZRA: No, I don’t. PENNY: Yes, he does. EZRA: No, I don’t. PENNY: Yes. EZRA: No. PENNY: Yes. EZRA: No. PENNY: Yes. EZRA: No. PENNY: No. EZRA: Yes. PENNY: Ha! EZRA: (defeated) I exist. PENNY: Why don’t you tell us something about yourself, Ezra? SOUND Q #2 -- “Gnossienne.” EZRA exposes a sad-looking doll. He acts out the motions of the little man in the puppet theatre. Eric Satie’s “Gnossienne #1” plays. EZRA: Well… I did read in the paper a while ago… Jeffrey Dahmer, you know that serial killer that killed and ate all those people? Well, he pulled double night shifts in a factory making chocolate Santa Clauses. Did it for years. So I imagine the austere fluorescent lighting, the endless chocolate Santas coming down the conveyor belt, the gloomy faces punching in the clock… The desperate silence of a cog in a forever festive machine… going to work at sunset, to bed at sunrise… This goes on for years… Until finally he falls on his knees going… He makes the puppet fall on his knees.

(in a southern accent, dramatically) I’m going to break. I’m simply gonna’ break. PENNY: Uhh… Okay. So I can explain… we were both home schooled. EZRA: I mean it would drive you -- PENNY: (gritting) Okay, that’s enough about Jeffrey Dahmer! Let me whisk you away to happier times. Play some whisking-away music, Ezra. SOUND Q #3 -- Whisking-away EZRA plays whisking-away music on his ghetto-blaster. SLIDE #1 -- Uranium City. PENNY: Welcome to Uranium City, Saskatchewan! Oh, the sun is out today, I see. We both grew up on the Elysium Community Farm, just outside of Uranium City, which means -- EZRA: A lot of people walking around naked, quoting eastern philosophy, and never shaving their pubes. PENNY: Right, and all the kids there were named Rainbow, Sunshine, Trotsky. Ezra even had a best friend named Noam Chomsky… SkyTrain. We lived on Elysium with our mom Marie-Jose Blanche -- and our dad -- Rudolf. They met at some college waaaaaaaaaaay back in the nineties. He took her in his arms and danced her ass off to “Hungry Eyes,” and they also found that they both thought modern civilization was -- EZRA: A sausage factory, crushing individuals’self-worth, turning them into soulless, neurotic robots. PENNY: Toads. And that got them both real hot! So that very same night, I was conceived. Three years later, Ezra. Lookit, where we grew up? Elysium Community Farm? Everybody was totally into all that happy hippy stuff. You know, sitars, sunshine, philosophy, love, Humanism, ganja weed. We talked and laughed, learned lots… And sometimes at night Ezra would put on super cool puppet shows about German Nihilism. EZRA: The nail that sticks out gets hammered down! EZRA gestures, punching his hands together. PENNY: It went on like this for years, this all-enlightened, home-made living; there was only one drawback… Now, we didn’t want to hurt the good people at Elysium, but there was this crummy rule that kids couldn’t go to Legoland until they were sixteen -- oh, by the way, that’s what they called everything here outside Elysium -- “Legoland.” (She winks)

Fade out sound. PENNY: Okay so lookit! When I got to thirteen… I was getting kind of itchy, you know? To see a world that didn’t consist only of naked, smiling, enlightened hippies… And Ezra… Well, Ezra was getting kind of weird… playing with his little monkey in his room all day. EZRA removes a monkey hand puppet wearing a little bowler. PENNY: Oh, that’s his little monkey, Afenschwanz. EZRA: Afenschwanz in German means monkey dingle. PENNY: Ezra has always been all mad into the Germans. I mean, that Nietzsche guy had a saying for everything! EZRA: The last Christian died on the cross. PENNY: A joke is an epitaph on emotion. EZRA: Without music, the world would be a mistake. PENNY: Ah, that’s my absolute favorite! Without music, the world would be a mistake. Beat. PENNY: Awesome! Nietzsche's so dreamy. So, I got the hankering to go to Legoland… more specifically, Uranium City. I knew kind of what to expect, because I read a book called Anne of Green Gables. I mean, sure the whole town would be weirded out by our precocious mannerisms at first. But after a while we’d all be embraced by these nice people… Banker Mudge… Farmer Pete… Baker Jones. Oh, and little Gilbert, my high school sweetheart who -- EZRA: When we got to Wal-Mart, it wasn’t anything like that… EZRA & PENNY: Wal-Mart! SOUND Q #4 -- Wal-Mart. PENNY: … A big old slab of bright blue and concrete… plastered with yellow smiley faces. Cars spilling in and out. EZRA: An endless line of people coming and going. PENNY: Looking down at their feet, holding their bags. The only ones smiling are the people that work there.

EZRA & PENNY: Crazy jack-o’-lantern smiles! PENNY: Thousands of magazines of famous people in tons of make-up, telling you that without all their make-up, they’d look just like you. EZRA: And without all their fame… EZRA & PENNY: They’d act just like you! Fade out sound. PENNY: Anyway… Wal-Mart was super awesome… But… everyone was all busy… Now, we tried our darndest to strike up friendly chats with people in Wal-Mart… But it was strange; if you talked to people they acted like you were touching your dingle in front of them. We snuck out several times, but no matter what we did, no one talked to us! So that’s when we came up with this… Jeez, it was such a stupid idea.. I was thirteen then… So we… EZRA falls down on the ground and starts convulsing. PENNY: (mechanically) Oh my God! That little boy is having a seizure. We have to get him on his stomach so he doesn’t swallow his tongue! EZRA jiggles around. PENNY shakes him several times. He revives. EZRA: (coached) Thank you, I would have been a goner if it weren’t for the collective need I sensed in all of you for my survival. PENNY: So, Ezra started faking seizures in the Wal-Mart, and I’d pretend to revive him. And now -- I know, I know, I know! … it is not socially acceptable to simulate human catastrophe in order to strike up a conversation. But I have to say, when people think you’re on the brink of death… Well… they can be really super awesome! The whole crowd of people would break out into applause, old ladies’ mascara would run from tears of joy, families would cry out, “Oh, thank God he’s all right! Oh, thank God that little boy is all right!” You see, every time Ezra had one of his spaz attacks, there was real love in the Wal-Mart… It wasn’t just a place to get cheap junk anymore… No! It was a community. So, we did it a couple of times -- EZRA: Thirty-six times. PENNY: Thirty-six times… and after a while, the manager got wise… and, well, he called the police… and they drove us home. And that’s when… Well, that’s when… all that trouble happened… SOUND Q #5 -- Hippy

Beat. EZRA is in the puppet theatre acting out the drug bust with toys. PENNY: As it turned out… Elysium was the largest fricking organic pot farm in the Prairies! … The constable got on his CB… before you knew it, all of Elysium looked like a cheesy action film. All the parents were rounded up in paddy wagons… The next day we all made national news. All these pictures of us Elysian kids looking all doe-eyed… And I know it’s bad to feel bad for people who’ve violated the sacred sanctity of like… Never. Getting. High… but the parents on Elysium, our parents, my parents… they loved us and taught us kids a lot of cool stuff like, how to make… Fade out sound over fifteen seconds. EZRA: Non-toxic forms of penicillin. PENNY: The fundamentals of chemistry, agriculture, astronomy -- and every Sunday the kids would have the humanistic talent show -- where everyone came in first! We were really kind of… amazingly happy. Beat. PENNY: Anyway, after my folks got fifteen for cultivation and trafficking of narcotics… we were sent to a boarding school… First day. Teacher pulls me up in front of the class. SOUND Q #6 -- School bell. Sound plays out. Beat. PENNY: The instant I see the boys staring at me like gaping fish with their heads cut off… and the girls looking at me with those Queen of England smiles… Oh, little Penny wasn’t in Kansas anymore… Uh-uh… I was sent to the charred black bowels of everlasting Hell! Beat. PENNY: (brightly) But all the teachers liked to call it -- EZRA & PENNY: Saint Cassian Catholic School! SOUND Q #7 -- Thunder and religious music. EZRA: The actual Saint Cassian was lynched by his students, pinned down and brutally stabbed in the throat with their styli.

PENNY & EZRA: How perfect! PENNY: Saint Cassian, a blend of everything insane in both science and religion. EZRA: Jesus without love. PENNY: Science with no reason. And I was given the dubious distinction of being branded the high school -- EZRA & PENNY: LESBIAN! Sound fades out. PENNY: Everything I did was wrong. My hair, how I talked, what I loved, liked, listened to! Boys writing “Dyke” on my locker with indelible Jiffy-marker. Being pushed down stairs, pushed up stairs, pushed to the side of stairs, soon avoiding stairs all together -- which made it very difficult, because my locker and most of my classes were on the second floor! Girls going up to me all, like -- EZRA pops up in the puppet theatre with three Barbies, all speaking in EZRA’s voice; he attempts very little characterization, still giving his flat delivery. EZRA: (Barbies) Penny, me and the girls were wondering, are you, like, some kind of lesbian? PENNY: I don’t… How many kinds are there? … What… is a lesbian like? EZRA: (Barbies) Like you! Tee-hee, tee-hee. EZRA and the Barbies giggle. PENNY: Ohh, their laughter! Like a pack of bleached-blond, screeching banshees! And in class, in class, it was actually worse! I mean, I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to actually know anything in school! EZRA: (as the teacher) So, class, in Lord of the Flies, what is William Golding trying to express? PENNY, in a chair, puts her hand up excitedly. PENNY: Uh… The Lord of the Flies. So these children are on an island without parents, right? And they revert to a Darwinian state, where savage conformity rules, the intelligent, the spiritual, the moral. Picked off… one by one! Crushed under rocks! Stuck like pigs! EZRA: (as the teacher) Penny, we’re Catholics, we don’t believe in Darwin! (Barbies) Ha, ha, ha, not only is Penny a lesbian, she’s a feminist lesbian! PENNY: Well, who’s ever heard of a misogynist lesbian.

EZRA: (as the teacher) Penny, stop using big words. PENNY: Big words? This is an English class! Wh-wh-what big words? EZRA: (as the teacher) Words, like “conformity” and “intelligence.” (Barbies) All we want to do is, like -- read? … books? PENNY: (powerfully) Read?! The only things you beepin’ hussies like to read are your pregnancy tests! EZRA: (as the teacher) Penny! Get out of my classroom! Take your wicked keister down to (EZRA’s voice) Dr. Prattle’s office! PENNY: Dr. Prattle, the Catholic psychiatrist! EZRA & PENNY: Jesus, Freud and pills. EZRA: Now, there’s a bitter cocktail! PENNY: I got to Dr. Prattle’s office -- wham, bam, thank you ma’am. I was now the proud owner of a brand new -- EZRA & PENNY: Neurological disorder! Fade out sound. PENNY: Bipolar! Manic depressive… Survey says! SLIDE #2 -- Pill. EZRA: Five milligrams of Paxil two times a day! PENNY: And Ezra was soon sent to the good doctor, too. EZRA: It was after my science presentation. SOUND Q #8 -- Masterpiece Theater. SLIDE #3 -- Syphilis. Masterpiece Theater theme plays. A slide comes up reading, “The Syphilis Hall of Fame,” with pictures of several philosophers.

EZRA: The Syphilis Hall of Fame. Nietzsche, Shakespeare, Voltaire… Question: What made these the great thinkers they are today? … Answer: syphilis. Fade out sound. PENNY: That’s when Ezra was diagnosed with severe -- EZRA: ADHD. Five milligrams of Ritalin, five milligrams of Dexedrine. PENNY: Anyway, there we were -- doped up to the gills -- in Hell. Well, I was. Ezra was kind of -- EZRA: (proudly) Sold my meds to teenagers and college kids. Ten bucks a throw. PENNY: Kids on the street called him “lil’ E-Z,” as it -- EZRA: One “Lamb,” and you can take it EEEE-ZEE. For two E-Z payments of five dollars you get high as a kite, sharp as a tack, get wiggedy wiggedy wack, or your money back. PENNY: He had a massive eighteen-year-old football player named Todd on salary, EZRA: He was always coming up short, skimming the product. (blurts with passion, yet without tension in his voice) Fucking junkies! PENNY: EZRA GINSBERG MARTIN LUTHER WOODY GUTHRIE LAMB! … This is a theatre… you can’t say the F-word unless you’re pretending to be poor! Anyway, lil’ E-Z was making a go at his whole drug syndicate thingy… And I was kind of… well… Beat. PENNY: Like, sleeping in my room all day… tearing my hair and throwing up, kind of suicidal and depressed and everything… So, one day a bunch of girls were setting fire to my school bag -- second time that week -- and I wasn’t even crying anymore… because, you get to a point… when you’re waaaay beyond crying. Beat. PENNY: “Not waving but drowning.” Stevie Smith. “This is my life… Whoomp (There It Is).” Tag Team. Beat. PENNY: But then! … Tammy Edwards sat down next to me and, like… took Christian pity. EZRA: Tinky winky tinky winky tinky winky tink.

SOUND Q #9 -- Harp. PENNY: … Tammy was the only one in that crummy crack house Catholic school, I think, who actually believed in Jesus. So, she was all, like… into shaking hands with lepers -- or lesbians, as the case may be. EZRA enters in a tutu, spinning around fairy godmother-like. EZRA: (as Tammy) Look… the other kids make fun of you because you don’t wear, see or listen to anything cool. PENNY: … But… how do I become cool? EZRA: Only the Lord knoweth what is truly cool… Take this CD. If you listen to this -- all is forgiven. EZRA hands her a CD. Fade out sound. PENNY: I ran to my room. I put the CD in my player. Then… Ohhh, then… SOUND Q #10 -- Classical. She starts to hyperventilate, the crescendo of Handel’s “Hallelujah” chorus plays. PENNY: Ohhh, my ears were lavished with a rhapsody of pure bliss. Musical ecstasy, I believe akin to the ascent of one’s soul rising towards the heavenly spheres! I was bathed in the melody of God and all His angels and cherubs. For at that instant I experienced rapture, only felt before by the likes of naked hermits in the desert. For it was that golden day I first heard… the boy band… Fade out sound. EZRA & PENNY: Seven Up! SOUND Q #11 -- Xanadu. SLIDE #4 -- Seven Up. Slide comes up of a boy band named Seven Up… They are next to a gas station, wearing singlets and jeans, looking all sexy and bad-ass. PENNY: Seven Up was founded in Orlando, Florida, after an international American talent search. The goal was to put five of the most talented men in a sound studio, with various composers, a choreographer, a designer --

EZRA: A chartered accountant. PENNY: And see what happened. Well, I’ll tell you what happened, people! … Seven Up! Fade out sound. PENNY: Seven Up consists of five members. There is Johnny Moon (trembles)… and four other guys: Sammy Thorndike, the preppy; Billy Benton, the jock; Tony Capelli, the bad boy; and Juan Carlito Ramirez… the… they only ever described him as the Spanish guy. Now, a lot of kids make fun of the fact that Seven Up only has five members… when the name Seven Up would lead one to assume they had -- I dunno -- seven members? EZRA: There are seven deadly sins: sloth, gluttony, envy, lechery, avarice, pride and wrath -- they encapsulate them all nicely. PENNY: And last, but definitely not least… Drum roll, Ez’! EZRA sputters his lips. SLIDE #5 -- Johnny on the Moon. SOUND Q #12 -- “Flower Duet.” Slide of Johnny Moon shoots up. The choral part of Delibes’s “Flower Duet” plays. PENNY: Ohhhhhh, Johhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnny Moon! Beat. PENNY stares at the picture for a long time, suddenly breaking into a dance. Drawn to the slide, she embraces it, to EZRA’s increased agitation. EZRA: (barking) RUFF RUFF! Fade out sound. PENNY: Everyone loves them, everyone, even Ezra, loves them! EZRA: Henry Ford created the assembly line, creating mass production, creating mass-marketed messiahs on crosses of Velcro… Seven Up: manufactured, soulless, hip-gyrating robots… hence, the true troubadours of globalization! Beat. PENNY: You see, Ezra loves them! So there I was in my room, listening to their debut track, “Sincerely Yours”… “For if my life is a love letter, that letter is yours, the end being signed… ‘Sincerely Yours.’”…

Okay, the first time I heard that song? … My heart’s getting all giddy and floody bloody right now… (to herself) Chill, Penny. Chill. (to the audience) I wish I could just sing you the song, but I can’t on account of my shrink… and the restraining order… I mean, how do you explain music. (EZRA produces a ukulele, hands it to PENNY.) Well, okay, lookit I did write this song… a song I composed after I heard “Sincerely Yours”… I play an instrument, this is my axe Shaneekwa. Okay, so here goes… (She plays the ukulele.) (singing) Every twenty-four hours or so, The earth it spins around, One part day, one part night, Depending where you’re standing on the ground. And in between the turning, Babies walking, talking, lesson learning, there might come one day when you resolve, (talking) What’s the point, we all die, and all love dissolves But then I hear you singing, (singing) No matter where you roam, You are not alone, All through history, Walking hand in hand in misery (talking) Dear Johnny, we haven’t met before, but I feel we’ve met a hundred times in the republic of my dreams. I don’t want to freak you out of anything, but before your music… I thought I was destined to die alone… you know, to be one of those people that you read about in the papers that people only realize are dead because their bodies start to stink. But you restored my faith through your genius… I don’t just hear the most kick-ass awesome pop music ever… in your music, I can see history -- like, eternity -- and my place in it. For in your voice, I understand I am a note, in a bar, in a movement, of a song, of a symphony of music! A symphony that builds to an orgasmic, rapturous crescendo. A state of bliss so overbearing it literally hurts! Building, building, BUILDING, BUILDING, BUILDING, BUUUUUUUUUILDIIIIIIIIIING! … (singing) No matter where you roam, You are not alone, All throughout history, Walking hand in hand in misery And that’s the closest I can explain how I felt when I heard Johnny Moon sing “Sincerely Yours” for the first time. (unenthusiastic as hell) Oh… and Tony Capellu raps a little on it… Something like, “Champagne in the brain in Spain,” which was good… ish. ANYWAY, the band proved crazy prolific, producing over three short years a staggering hundred and sixty-eight albums, and that’s not even including their holiday albums -- Christmas, Easter, President’s Day -- EZRA: Ramadan.

PENNY: You couldn’t even swing a cat without hitting a Seven Up song. Radio, TV, internet chat rooms, key chains, T-shirts. I had finally tapped into something everyone liked. I was finally cool -- for, like, two seconds! EZRA: (pulling out the Barbies in the puppet theatre) Seven Up is so five minutes ago! All their songs sound like they were written by a retarded child on a Tilt-A-Whirl… the only ones who listen to them are, like, zit-faced Twinkies and -- PENNY: Lesbians, you were going to say. Lesbians, right? (The Barbies cackle.) Tee-hee, tee-hee. PENNY: The critical mass had turned on Seven Up, like a pack of Pharisees. SOUND Q #13 -- Tchaikovsky’s “Russian Dance.” PENNY: An angry toothless mob howling for their death! And all who believed in the universal message of “Love” were branded with the mark of Cain! Kids breaking into my room, writing little thought bubbles on my Johnny Moon posters saying, “I like it up the bum-bum” and “I like to suck pee-pee”! Only they didn’t write “pee-pee” or “bum-bum”! Johnny! Poor Johnny. A living walking set-up for an endless series of punchlines. Seven Up stuck together as long as they could -- soon doing only concerts in Eastern Europe. But then… tragedy struck. Billy Benton was swarmed by an angry throng of pre-teens in Moscow for his three-hundred-dollar tennis shoes -- dragged to the centre of Red Square -- and ripped apart like a chicken cutlet… Fade out sound. PENNY: After the funeral, the band broke up. Johnny tried to keep his dignity, but soon found himself… making celebrity testimonials in infomercials, singing songs about Viagra and vacuum cleaner nozzles.. then whoosh, he vanished! I wrote him a few times. EZRA: Three thousand, five hundred and sixty-seven times. PENNY: Right. And one day he sent me a real letter… and actual letter. Ezra! SOUND Q #14 -- Johnny’s letter. EZRA: (as Johnny) Dear Penny, thank you for being my greatest fan, my most loyal fan. In fact, these days, my only fan… Always keep the faith, girl… Sincerely yours, Johnny Moon-moon-moon… Headshot enclosed-closed-closed-closed. Beat.

PENNY pulls out his headshot and kisses it, on the verge of tears. PENNY: But then, then! After a painful year, feeling half-dead, I come across a small little ad in a crummy magazine… “Johnny Moon’s New Solo Album, soon to be released in an HMV near you!” A solo album? … A solo album?! A solo album! I wait two painstaking months! The day before his new release, I stayed up all night -- by the record store -- I wanted to be the first to hear his new magnum opus. Fade out sound. PENNY: I run into the record store, grab the CD and without looking I run home and throw it in my CD player! I throw on the first track… every cilium in my ears is taut with anticipation of Johnny’s unfettered muse breaking forth in all her glory! SOUND Q #15 -- Ezra’s rap. A haunting rap beat plays. EZRA enters with a microphone. He raps rhythmically -- but without any characterization of an actual rapper. EZRA: (toasting) Yo! Yo! This is JK-47, Been dope since 9/11 Yo, I’z gotz something to say that’s real rich, So listen up, bee-yotch. (rapping) So you’re looking at me, ya sucka’ MC? You wanna come at me like you’re fucking Bruce Lee? When you’re this big, bee-yotch, they call ya mistah, And if you don’t believe me, go and ask your sistah, If she’s not home I know another, Here’s a quarter, little bitch, go and call your mother, Yo! I got style, I gotz the grace, I go out with the ladies and I punch ‘em in the face, So rip off your panties, take off your bra, Tonight I’m going to fuck you wit’ my chainsaw. … Fuck you wit’ my chainsaw, fuck you wit’ my chainsaw, fuck you wit’ my chainsaw -- PENNY screams. Cut out sound. PENNY: (screaming) Urrgh! I can’t take it! ENOUGH! STOP! (trembling) Johnny’s Moon was now eclipsed… In his solo effort, sweet, loving Johnny had morphed into… EZRA & PENNY: JK-47! SOUND Q #16 -- JK-47 underbeat.

Sound plays out or fades. SLIDES #6 to #10 -- JK-47 (five slides of JK-47 in various gangsta poses). PENNY: (shaking) JK-47, a frat boy puking up solid black venomous bile, rubbing his dingle like it was his lucky rabbit’s foot. His new album called The 6 B’s! stood for booze, bluntz, the name for a female dog, the bling-bling and… no one knows what the last B stands for. I dunno? Band-Aids? Bosnia?! I listened to all twenty-six unrelenting tracks, with the relish of a Rabbi being force-fed a hotdog. Well it appeared little mister-potty-mouth had come up a long way from singing with a Sea Cow about “Eating your Broccoli.” And, of course, talking about his days growing up in the ‘hood. Yes -- his days in the mean old ‘hood. In -- Portland, OREGON! But I had faith this was a blip, a glitch, no one would actually subject themselves to this musical rape! … It wouldn’t sell, the critics would tear him apart, his fans would turn on him, he would -- EZRA: “Fuck You Wit’ My Chainsaw” became bigger than “Macarena,” “Who Let The Dogs Out” and “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” combined. PENNY: Every critic was heralding JK-47 as the Bob Dylan of our generation. Oh, I can see the comparison -- “The Times They Are A-Changin’” to “F’You Wit’ My Chainsaw.” EZRA: (as a critic, in the puppet booth) Five stars out of five. JK-47 is the real thing. He’s angry, he’s white and he just doesn’t give a fuck! PENNY: EZRA! “FUDGE,” NOT F-MM-UCK! EZRA: I just gangster rapped about copulating with a power tool. PENNY: Fine! And that… song! It was everywhere! Action figures of JK-47 and his ex-girl, Sandy… with a detachable head! OH SANDY came with many novel accessories a gal can’t be without these days -- a toe-tag and a fake suicide note for the cops! T-shirts! Pepsi cans! Even our own priest -- a man who referred to sex as “the Devil’s pilates” -- was now quoting the song liberally! And all the girls at that crummy school were all loving Johnny again! Of course! (to the audience) So all those domeless wonder girls are all, like -- EZRA: (Barbies, in the puppet theatre) Hey, Pen’, you still like JK-47? He’s so dreamy. PENNY: Yeah, you’d have a swell date with him, maybe he’d bring his chainsaw. EZRA: (Barbies) He’s being ironical. Gawd, you’re such a lesbian femi-Nazi. PENNY: Listen to me, Jezebels! You wouldn’t know irony if it crawled up your ass to start a soup kitchen -- to feed its three starving friends -- Wit! Integrity! and Intelligence! (to the audience) I was suspended

for saying the word “ass” -- Now, I lie in my room, glaring at the newspaper. I bought every newspaper I could find with JK-47. I couldn’t look away. It was a train wreck… Beat. PENNY: Anyway, I pick up and read the letter Johnny wrote me -- when he wasn’t the anti-Johnny… Blinded with tears, I can scarcely see, and I drop the letter. The letter lands on a paper from the Orlando Sentinel… announcing a CD-signing in JK-47’s new chain of nightclubs, (murmuring) the Bitch Slap… I look at it… Beat. PENNY: Of course! I love this man, I believe in this man, I have faith in this man! I adore this man! I didn’t want to go to Orlando! I just had to go… So I came up with this plan; Ezra, had some drug money… Johnny’s favorite coffee is a special blend, named after him. It’s called the Moonbeam, and only sold at the Space Needle in Seattle, Washington. EZRA & PENNY: The Moonbeam! A no-fat double latte -- EZRA: A thrilling mixture of Zapatista Dark Roast… PENNY: Castro Morning Blend… EZRA: Che Guevara Decaf, and the secret ingredient not disclosed -- EZRA & PENNY: On pain of death! PENNY: I would get his coffee… bring it to him -- and he would have no choice but to hear me out! I would go all the way to Johnny’s CD-signing at (mumbling) the Bitch Slap in Orlando… We had a week to get there by bus, and eight hundred and seventy dollars! EZRA: Several vials of Ritalin and Dexedrine. PENNY: By sundown we were on our way to the land of liberty -- SOUND Q #17 -- “Star-Spangled Banner.” EZRA: Silicone breasts and fundamentalists. EZRA & PENNY: Otherwise known as the USA! Sound fades out. PENNY: We took the bus. Ez’ wouldn’t fly with an American terror alert at level Ernie.

EZRA: The American Homeland Security Advisory System, for potential travelers to the USA. SLIDE #11 -- Homeland Security EZRA: Levels of terror, in order of safe to deadly, SOUND Q #18 -- Homeland Security Sound plays out. EZRA: Oscar the Grouch, you can slouch; Cookie Monster, do not stir; Bert, be very pert; Ernie, pack a gurney… Lastly, Tickle Me Elmo, take a bow, chump, it’s time to go… PENNY: Ez’ won’t fly at any terror rating higher than a Cookie Monster. Anyway! We board a Greyhound for our cross-country pilgrimage! I am giddy with the anticipation… Wondering… Would I, like Kerouac, find the true spirit of this American land? … We arrive at the -- EZRA & PENNY: United States border crossing! PENNY: Now the nice customs officer -- EZRA: A total jingoistic bastard. PENNY: Well, he wanted to know why two young people were traveling without the accompaniment of a parental unit, he went up to Ezra and said, (in customs voice, holding a He-Man action figure) “Aren’t you two a little bit young to be traveling by yourselves?” EZRA: (to PENNY) I’ll handle this… (to customs of icer) Hello, my good man, excellent work you’re doing keeping the Hun at bay. This is for you. EZRA slips some money in PENNY’s hand. PENNY: I don’t take bribes -- and besides, that’s only a Loonie. Look, son, where are your parents? EZRA: Well, if you really must know… (crying) SOUND Q #19 -- Sentimental music. EZRA: This is very hard to speak about, you understand -- tragic really -- they were taking a cruise to Israel… when… the ship was seized… they were both tortured and killed by agents of the… Al-Qaeda… Penny wants to light a candle in Salt Lake City… You see, we’re devout Mormons. My father always said he’d rather be a pile of ashes in America than alive anywhere else in the world. Daddy…

Sound fades out. SOUND Q #20 -- “American Woman.” Sound fades out. EZRA & PENNY: Seattle, Washington. The Evergreen State. PENNY: Thirty-one endangered species, including the Grizzly Bear. SLIDE #12 -- Homeland Security EZRA: Terror alert has sunk to a balmy Cookie Monster. PENNY: We get off the bus, and I run to the Space Needle; with money in hand, I ask for a pound of the Moonbeam. It cost a bit. EZRA: A hundred and twenty dollars. PENNY: But well worth it for its rich aromatic blend of famous Latin American revolutionaries. I wondered what the secret ingredient is. Well, after the coffee… well, we kind of already spent our money, so we started -- EZRA: Hustling my medication for dead presidents. PENNY: We just went up to people, struck up conversations, and Ezra’s concentration pills sold like hotcakes… By the end of the day we had enough money for two bus tickets and a meal at McDonald’s! EZRA & PENNY: Ohhhh, McDonald’s! PENNY: You see, we kids at Elysium never, I mean ever, got to go to the “McDonald’s,” that was like a cardinal sin. Eating at McDonald’s was like -- EZRA: Drinking your grandfather’s semen. PENNY: Ugh, Ez’… Okay, gross. Gross! SLIDE #13 -- McDonald’s. A slide comes up of PENNY and EZRA standing outside McDonald’s. PENNY: So we actually got to go to the Golden Arches for the first time! Anyway, it was super awesome. The music! The sights! The sounds! We hadn’t even had anything like a Pepsi before. Now, I’m a pescetarian -- which means I only eat fish; even though I feel bad for them, I can’t relate to them at all. So

I had the Filet-O-Fish and Ezra got the Chicken McNuggets Happy Meal. We never had Happy Meals before; they’re super awesome! EZRA: They made me… happy. PENNY: They came with free toys! Free cross-promotional toys! EZRA: I got Action Man on a snowmobile. PENNY: I got Rapping Rock ‘n’ Roll Barbie. Seattle rules! We waved goodbye to the Space Needle and all the good people we dealt concentration pills to and boarded the Greyhound. Dance transition. SOUND Q #21 -- LA. Sound plays out. EZRA & PENNY: Los Angeles, California! The Golden State! PENNY: One hundred and eleven endangered species, including the Kangaroo Rat. SLIDE #14 - Homeland Security. EZRA: Terror alert miraculously drops to lovely Oscar the Grouch! PENNY: A whopping one hundred milligrams of Ritalin and Dexedrine. EZRA & PENNY: We go to McDonald’s for Happy Meals. SLIDE #15 -- McDonald’s. PENNY: I get Hollywood Hair Barbie. EZRA: I get a Fry Guy in a fire truck. It amused me. He laughs for the first time in the entire play, a stifled unnatural laugh. PENNY: We say goodbye to all the famous people in LA and board the Greyhound. Dance transition. SOUND Q #22 -- Las Vegas.

Sound plays out. EZRA & PENNY: Las Vegas, Nevada! The Silver State! PENNY: There are twenty-six endangered species, including the Virgin River Chub. SLIDE #16 -- Homeland Security. EZRA & PENNY: Two hundred milligrams of Ritalin and Dexedrine. PENNY: We go to McDonald’s. Get Happy Meals. SLIDE #17 -- McDonald’s. PENNY: I get Babe the Pig. I ask if I can get a toy that isn’t actually on the menu. EZRA: I get a condom. SOUND Q #23 -- Utah. Dance transition. Restore. Sound plays out. EZRA & PENNY: Salt Lake City, Utah. PENNY: Mormon central. EZRA & PENNY: (danger trill) Dun-dun-daaaaaa! Ten-second pause, as the kids freeze in pose. PENNY: Mormons are creepy. Twenty-one endangered species, including the Utah Valvata Snail. SLIDE #18 -- Homeland Security. EZRA: Due to a scandal in Washington, terror alert rises to a freezing Bert. PENNY: No concentration pills are sold. SLIDE #19 -- McDonald’s. EZRA & PENNY: We both get Mormon pamphlets in our Happy Meals.

EZRA: Making me extremely un-happy. In fact, downright fuck -- SOUND Q #24 -- Texas. Dance transition. Sound plays out. EZRA & PENNY: San Antonio, Texas! The Lone Star State! PENNY: Twenty-eight endangered species, including the Helotes Mold Beetle. SLIDE #20 -- Homeland Security. EZRA: The Terror has begun. TICKLE ME ELMO’S REIGN OF NATIONAL TERROR HAS NOW BEGUN! EZRA & PENNY: Ten milligrams of Ritalin. PENNY: We go to McDonald’s. Get Happy Meals. I get Cool Country Barbie. EZRA: I got a junior membership to the NRA. SOUND Q #25 -- Alabama. Sound plays out. EZRA & PENNY: Montgomery, Alabama! Yellowhammer State! PENNY: There are eighty-eight endangered species, including the Cumberland Monkeyface. SLIDE #21 -- Homeland Security. EZRA: Ugh! To be in Alabama while Elmo’s red furry paw has the country by the nuts. PENNY: I get a crushed beer can. EZRA: I get a Jim Crow Let’s Go A-lynchin’ Kit. SOUND Q #26 -- Florida. Dance transition. Sound plays out.

EZRA & PENNY: Orlando, Florida! The Sunshine State! AT LAST! ANNNNNNND JAZZ HANDS! They do jazz hands. PENNY: There are fifty-six endangered species, including the Choctawhatchee Beach Mouse. EZRA: And American-style democracy. PENNY: Well, we were pretty stinky, having been on the bus for seven days. I wanted to get to a Howard Johnson for a bath, a nap and some other food. Any food other than McDonald’s. EZRA: I was developing the first stages of scurvy. PENNY: When we get to the room I take a shower. I plop into the bed, but I can’t sleep! So I get my Sincerely Yours CD… and then we walk down to the local Starbucks and pay them twenty dollars to make the Moonbeam. We leave with a steaming batch of the brew in our ultra-seal Thermos -- that way it will remain hot for up to twelve hours. EZRA: Steaming, boiling, piping-hot Moonbeam. Remember that. PENNY: We arrive in line at the (murmuring) Bitch Slap. There is a line-up like -- EZRA: A sparkly line of white suburban boys in baseball caps and squishy shoes. PENNY: Oh BOY! All these guys are going to be in for a big surprise after I get to him. I wait for three hours in line, with the patience of a sphinx. EZRA pulls out a baby doll in a bonnet, who represents the bouncer. EZRA: (in home-boy, with puppet) Yo! You got any ID? PENNY: ID? EZRA: (home-boy baby) You need ta’ be twenty-one to get into the Bitch Slap. PENNY: But… I’ve come… all the way from Uranium City, Saskatchewan. EZRA: (baby) Don’t madder to me. No ID, no entry. Ged’ away from the door, bitch! (to PENNY) Let me handle this. EZRA falls down on the ground and has a seizure.

PENNY: (mechanically) Oh my God! That little boy is having a seizure! We must get him on his stomach before he swallows his tongue… (to the audience) The bouncer goes to Ezra. I sneak into the (murmuring) Bitch Slap. SOUND Q #27 -- Club beat. EZRA gets up and begins arranging his human size puppet in a chair. The puppet resembles JK-47, all macked out with a tennis hat cocked to one side and gold chains. The puppet should be revolting-looking, like a corpse with decaying flesh. On its shoulder EZRA places his monkey puppet, who acts as D-Dawg. PENNY: Strobe lights are flashing. It’s covered with a throng of pimple-faced scowling white kids in parkas, looking down at their feet, grabbing their dingles through their oversized jeans. I’ve never been to a bathhouse before, but this certainly feels like one. There is a short line leading to a solid white desk. I can hear Johnny’s voice, his real, live flesh-and-blood voice! She turns. PENNY: I see him! … Look, girls, he’s even dreamier in person! He’s sitting in his chair scowling as he signs CDs, without looking up. I recognize his sidekick from his new album, D-Dawg, As I walk up to him, my legs buckle. I feel as if I could tell him everything and nothing at the same time. Yet the moment I see his blue eyes look into mine, I know this is going to go just swell. PENNY proudly walks up to JK-47 holding her Thermos. She is nervous and smiling. She slides her Sincerely Yours CD onto his desk. She plays the rest of the scene to the audience, as though she is facing JK-47. PENNY: (really fast) Hello, I’m Penny Lamb, your greatest, greatest fan. Oh God! I feel like I have so much to say to you, I could explode… Would you believe I’ve come all the way from Uranium City, Saskatchewan to see you -- that’s in Canada -- and, no, I don’t have a dogsled -- bad joke -- I’m so nervous -- I was homeschooled -- I mean until they sent me to this school where everyone called me a lesbian. Anyway, along the way I picked up something very special. Mr. Johnny Moon, in this airtight Thermos is your… Moonbeam. Taa-daa! Yes, your favorite drink, brought alllll the way here to you, for you, by me. With the secret ingredient that cannot be revealed on pain of death. A gift from me… to you. For the gift you gave me. For because of you, I know something about true love. Look, I don’t believe in good and evil -- I think believing you are, like, an evil, rotten little dude in a black hat who thinks he’s so darn good that he can, I dunno, blow people up? -- But I do believe in love and hate. There are two roads to go down, Johnny… There is the Lover Lane, or the Super Hate Highway. I fear -- because the world’s been so heartless to you -- you’ve gone down the latter. Beat. PENNY smiles at the puppet. The puppet begins shaking its head.

EZRA: (manipulating JK-47) Get this bee-yotch out’ here ‘for I smack this crazy-ass ho. PENNY: Wh-wha… What?! EZRA: (JK-47) Yo’z heard me, bee-yotch, I got no time for no shiznit from no corny-ass teeny boppahs. I’m JK-47! (referring to a character of stage) T-Bone! Get this ho out of hee-rah. (EZRA manipulates the monkey puppet as D-Dawg, who has a high voice.) Yah, he don’t got time for you, he’s JK-47. T-Bone, T-Bone! PENNY: B-b-b-but I brought you a coffee all the way from the Space Needle. EZRA: Yo, Skeezah, I gotz a closet full of that shyyit. I’m JK-47! T-Bone! (monkey puppet) He’s JK-47! T-Bone! T-BONE! T-BONE! PENNY: Yes, but… it… doesn’t have the secret ingredient… It couldn’t! They’d kill whoever leaked it. EZRA: (JK-47) Bitch, it’s cinnamon! Even D-Dawg know that, and he’s a crackhead. Boo-ya! I’m JK-47! T-BONE! PENNY: Cinnamon… I-I-I-I’ve traveled all that way… for cinnamon. EZRA: (monkey puppet) It’s cimamin, even I know that, and I’m a crackhead. It’s cimamin. T-BONE! T-BONE! Beat. PENNY begins to cry. EZRA: (JK-47) What? You g’wan cry… little skank. Smack you up, beee-yotch, ‘cause I’m -- PENNY: JK-47! YES! I BELIEVE THAT’S BEEN (containing) established. She pulls out her letter. PENNY: Just -- here, I haven’t read you my letter yet. It’s really quick. (reading) Dear Johnny, we haven’t met before, but I feel we’ve met a hundred times in the republic of my -- EZRA: (monkey puppet) T-Bone! T-Bone! PENNY: (to the audience) T-BONE finally enters, all 350 pounds of him! I can hear his footfalls over the music, he’s like an albino King Kong! All the suburban boys form a circle around me, swearing, grabbing

their dingles, spitting! I have to read this letter! (to JK-47) Dear Johnny, we haven’t met before, but I feel

EZRA: (JK-47) I’m JK-47! T-BONE! (monkey puppet) He’s JK-47! T-BONE! T-BONE!

PENNY: Dear Johnny, we haven’t met -- (to the audience) T-BONE grabs me. Ezra leaps on T-BONE, knocking him to the ground. Ezra disappears in the folds of massive flesh, like a ball-bearing dropped in a vat of vanilla pudding! (to JK-47) Dear Johnny, we haven’t met before but -- PENNY: (reading) Hello, my NAME is PENNY LAMB and -- EZRA: (JK-47) What are you, anyway, bee-yotch? (monkey puppet) T-Bone! T-Bone! PENNY: Hello, my name is Penny Lamb, we haven’t met before -- EZRA: I know’z what you be, ho! PENNY: Hell -- EZRA: (JK-47) You be one of them… lesbians. You be one of them -- PENNY: Right. Hello, my name -- EZRA: (JK-47) Femamist lesbian. PENNY: Hello, my name is… She turns to the puppet. Fade out sound. PENNY: What did you just say? EZRA: (JK-47) … I said, you iz… a femamist… lesbian. (monkey puppet) Femamist lesbian, femamist lesbian, (echo) lesbian, lesbian, lesbian… lesbian… lesbian… PENNY: You see, that’s what I thought you said. SOUND Q #28 -- Epic build. The sound of a clap of thunder. “Montagues and Capulets” by Prokofiev plays. PENNY is suddenly bathed in a red spotlight. PENNY turns slowly to the audience with a wide psychotic expression on her face, both her knuckles balled up. PENNY: (hissing) Hello, my name is Penny Lamb… and I know FOR A FACT… we haven’t had the pleasure of meeting before… For you, my deep-fried messiah, are about to be welcomed to a level of leveling you have yet to revel, for now I, Penny Lamb, am the Devil… come now to SEND YOU TO THE REPUBLIC OF…. HELL.

Ohhhh! THE FAITH YOU create as an attraction MUST PROVIDE SATISFACTION… AND… OR… HELL… For now I do not merely want to hurt you, Johnny… No, no, no… Mm-mm. I want… to TASTE YOU. Bite! Into your flesh with my incisors. Have your skin corrode in the BOILING lava cauldron that is now my stomach! PENNY IS ECLIPSED! THE BURNING SUN HAS PASSED OVER THE PASSIVE MOON! I can vomit fire.

She turns and throws the contents of the Thermos (brown confetti) in the puppet’s face. She grabs it by the head. I! … CAN! … VOMIT! … (screaming) FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE! Fade out sound. She sinks her teeth into the puppet and disappears behind the desk. The lights go back to normal. EZRA stands on the stage blinking. EZRA stares at the audience awkwardly. He picks up his monkey and holds it nervously… Suddenly, he comes up with an idea. EZRA: Ladies and Gentlemen. In these troubled times! I know the question on all your lips. A question for which tonight I shall provide you with satisfaction. For now for the first time in the history of mankind, we shall dare to ask the question! Can a mere puppet break the theatrical fourth wall -- the wall between audience and performer. SOUND Q #29 -- Monkey. Sound plays out. A drum roll plays. EZRA opens up his puppet theatre. His monkey stands in the puppet theatre in profile. The monkey ever-so-slowly turns its head to the audience. The drum roll stops. To the sound of roaring applause, the monkey bows and exits the puppet theatre. PENNY stands up sheepishly, with a waning smile, holding a piece of paper. PENNY: (sheepishly) Anyway… um… after that whole Johnny cheek-biting incident thingy… fortunately for me, Johnny’s public relations firm thought it best that he drop all of the charges.

Apparently, JK-47 having the caa-caa beaten out of him by some fifteen-year-old girl, what with him being a “stone-cold bad-ass who shoots people to watch them bleed” -- that was pretty bad for his “rep”… Anyway. I was extradited back to Canada. But sadly… the story was leaked to the major media. It ruined JK-47’s “street cred” and they have some new “stone-cold, bad-ass” flavour-of-the-month now… I dunno… Ron the Rapping Rapist, or something… And… I was kind of famous for a bit. They even made a movie of the week of my real, live true-life story… JoJo played me. EZRA: I was played by one of the Culkin boys. PENNY: Anyway, I stood trial for drug dealing -- they gave me probation. And that’s when Miss Peachery -- my social worker -- asked me to talk to you all here tonight. To teach you all how to be better citizens… and never turn out like me… And I’ve got some lessons for you. (slowly) Never shoplift, jaywalk, beat up kids, swear, knock on people’s doors and run, be mean to overweight people, talk back to your parents. Stop, drop and roll. Never let your uncle touch you in places you feel uncomfortable with. Don’t do drugs, Unless they are prescribed by a licensed practitioner of the psychiatric profession… and… Lastly, I want to say I know something about true love. And I know most of you guys wouldn’t think I would… ‘Cause I’m, like, this psycho cannibal kid… But this… this is something I’ve thought about my entire life, okay? So. True Love. True love is, like, when they call you up and tell you, “Oh my God, my Mongolian Gerbil just died!” You’re not all, like, “My condolences” or “My heart goes out to you in your time of need.” Like some toy robot that can wind itself up… barfing out ten shiny socially acceptable stock phrases. No, when your true love calls… it goes way beyond that. Way. SOUND Q #30 -- Music Box. Sound plays out. PENNY: Like, when they call you up and say, “My mom is a cud-mulching cow,” their mom is a cud-mulching cow. But when they call you back and say, “I changed my mind, my mom is an angel with gossamer wings.” Guess what, their mom is an angel with gossamer wings… Oh, and I really like that word… “gossamer.” There are some really amazing words in English -- for such a crummy language… Anyway… Okay let me put it to you straight and simple because we don’t got all day, and everybody’s got to get places. (whispering, slowly) In a world where we are ultimately alone, and die in our own arms, love is the closest you come to another person… because it is the closest you come to being another person. So be very careful what you love.

Beat. PENNY: Penny Lamb. Aspiring animal conservationist. Signing out. Beat. PENNY: You got anything to add, Ez’? EZRA: Yes… Wrestling is real -- it’s the world that’s set up. Beat. PENNY: (brightly) Hm. Blackout. SOUND Q #31 -- Curtain call.

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Hi India!

First I want to say that I absolutely love ‘our lives, non-fiction’ it’s one of my favourite fics!

One of the reasons why I love it so much is because of all the discussions about writing. You did a great job on pointing out two different sides and I always go back to your fic when I need motivation for my own writing:)

Now because of this I got curious about your opinion:)

I just had a discussion with someone the other day. We talked about Fanfiction and while she didn’t judge me for reading it directly she also could understand why other people are judging or don’t like it, especially those people who are in the fanfics or the authors who own the characters of the fics.

Her point ‘She could understand that an author doesn’t want other people to use his characters because they will write them OOC even if it’s unintentional because the original author is the only one who knows everything about them. Or with real people like HL she could understand that they don’t like authors using their body and personality for their fics and fantasies.’

I didn’t have a lot of discussions about this and I’m not informed enough to argument against it, just enjoyed it till now and didn’t thought a lot about it.

But I had to think of your fic and the discussions in it and got curious. What is your opinion about this?

Hi love! 💕

First of all, thank you very much for the compliment! I’m so glad OLNF resonates with you, that the discussions have interested you, and that it somehow contributes to your own creativity. I think that’s more than any writer can ever ask of their work, and it warms my heart to know that I’ve given that to you, even by some small measure. Thank you, thank you, thank you! 😘

Secondly, I’m flattered that you want to hear my opinion, but given that so many others before me have discussed this topic with more eloquence and knowledge than I ever could, I hope you’ll forgive me for sticking to two, simplified arguments (otherwise this would get way too long).

Let’s start with the first part of your friend’s opinion:

“She could understand that an author doesn’t want other people to use his characters because they’ll write them OOC even unintentionally because the original author is the only one who knows everything about them.”

There’s a very well-written response to that, that I could not say better myself, so I’m going to quote the LJ/tumblr post (you should absolutely read the whole thing, btw):

“Dear AotW. Fanfic is not about you. Fanfic is not about you. Fanfic is not about you.

I know you hate to hear it, dear AotW, but the story is not defined by the barriers you place around it. The moment you gave it to us, those walls broke. You may hate the fact people are imagining more to your story than what you put there. But if I were you, I'd be grateful that I got the chance to create a story that has a culture around it, a story that people want to keep talking about, reworking, remixing, living in, fantasizing about, thinking about, writing about. To quote Originalaudience on the post in question, "Nobody is forgetting that you created the characters. The existence of fanfiction really means that nobody is forgetting the characters you created."”

- I’m done explaining why fanfic is okay by Aja Romano

The thing about art is, you, as a creator, can’t put something out into the world and expect people to consume it on your terms and your terms alone. That was never, is not, and will never be the way that art works — nor should it be the intention when you create anything “original”.

You would never, for example, ask someone to stop covering a song because only the original artist truly understands the intention of the song. You would never ask a pianist not to play Beethoven’s Fifth because they are not Beethoven. You would never tell painters to stop painting their renditions of Starry Starry Night, or say the making of Ten Things I Hate About You (Taming of the Shrew AU), She’s the Man (Twelfth Night AU), Clueless (Emma AU) or Greta Gerwig’s Little Women (where Amy March was given so much depth simply because of Florence Pugh’s unique portrayal of the character) were an insult to their original authors.

So, why should fanfic be any different? Because it’s written by amateurs who don’t have big Hollywood budgets to validate their creative efforts? Because there’s a possibility of the material being explicit? Because it’s on the internet?

Or… is it because fanfic is actually written by people who, wildly enough, aren’t seeking mass market validation, and nothing is scarier or more threatening to a world that has always wanted so badly to capitalize art and permanently exclude the unwashed masses from the creation and appreciation of it than people who will, quite literally, do shit (and do it well) for free just because it makes them happy?

After all, isn’t it easier to squash a threat by injecting it with such a level of internalized shame and embarrassment that the people participating in it have to spend more time overcoming that shame/defending themselves, and less time creating/appreciating? How can we challenge the status quo if we, ourselves, are obsessed with maintaining the veil of it? 😉

Your friend’s second opinion is trickier to answer, because this is a question of personal beliefs and ethics. The ethical aspect of RPF, particularly, has long been debated, and if you’re looking for a hard ‘right’ or ‘wrong’, I won’t be able to give you that. There will always be very good arguments for both sides, and I also find myself re-examining my own opinion and participation from time to time.

But, if you want my personal opinion on why I am comfortable creating and appreciating RPF, it’s mostly because of two things:

I know (and constantly remind myself) the difference between fact and fiction. I understand that no matter who my character looks/speaks/acts like, my character is a character and not a real person, and whatever I write should never, ever reflect the way I treat a real person or interact with them.

I understand that fanfic, if consumed as intended, does not and should not affect the people they are about. I do not break the fourth wall, and I do what I can and what is in my power to keep my work in a sphere where it can only be consumed by those who actively want to find it. It is bound by fandom. I would never condone its use outside of it, or its use as any kind of justification to stereotype someone or feel entitled to the intimate details of their very real lives. I trust that readers have common sense, and we, as humans, are not so impressionable that fictional work can be used as a tool to negate our common human decency (no matter what book burners want you to believe).

Some people may not believe that these are good enough reasons, and fair enough. I have no intention of convincing anyone of the ethical rightness or wrongness of fic — that’s entirely up to them to decide, and whatever opinion they have of me and my hobby are out of my control. What is in my control is the erection of boundaries and the capacity to enforce personal red lines that help to keep this hobby from affecting anyone’s reality, and I think that’s really the most one person can do.

Hope this was interesting for you, and sorry if my explanations were a mess! 😊

@twopoppies has a great FANFICTION COMMENTARY tag that you should definitely check out if this is a conversation that really interests you!

#fanfic discussion #fanfic commentary #iaw ask #iaw anonymous

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fairest · 6 months

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Sleeping through the siege: three dreams in a week of war & peace

In his September 1939 journals, Albert Camus wondered where the war was. “Where does this absurd event show itself, except in the news bulletins we have to believe and the notices we have to read?”

In May 1940 he wrote, “The Stranger is finished.”

I doubt the truths of The Stranger, a book about blaming the fact you killed an Arab on the sun being in your eyes.

I make coffee. Betsy and I feel like shit. Leo is fine, he just has pneumonia. We try to figure out if this current sickness is left over from the Covid, the cold, or if it’s the flu. We fail to understand. The current sickness is too much to hold in our heads or the bobbling head of the household. We don’t remember when our sickness started. We no longer know how long it’s lasted. That’s the way the sickness makers like it. For those who build the sickness, business is booming.

I haven’t been this pissed off at America since March of 2003, and back then I was pissed off at everything. I can’t stop thinking about how things might be different if Bernie were president. Joe Biden stands up there in old glory. World War will be his “joeissance.” He talks about the “rules of war” like war is a game of Sorry! But nobody follows the rules when they play Sorry!, not really, you just kind of move around the board. This is what we mean when we say Trump & Biden are the same thing.

The worst voices of all are those like mine. Those I 100% agree with. Those who know the god’s honest truth.

In the dumpling place, I hear two artistic-looking white college students ask themselves, “If they know anything about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.” They don’t. They text their friend Matt, who should know. Then they talk about the new season of Big fucking Brother.

Last week Leo, my six-year-old son, asked me if there was, “War that wasn’t Star Wars.” I loathe the beautification of war in Star Wars, but these days I shake like Ben Kenobi when Alderaan explodes.

Matt is still typing, the college kids say, slurping their soup.

Matt is still typing when the dumplings arrive.

I am drawn to music that offers surprise attacks. The first Roger Sessions Piano Sonata. The cello in the second movement of Mozart’s “Dissonance” String Quartet. The final timpani in the Adagio of Beethoven’s Fourth Symphony.

When I clip the YouTube video of that final timpani, I notice it ends at the “9:11” mark.

Betsy has a dream Jewish children are writing in sidewalk chalk Oseh shalom bimromav, Hu ya’aseh shalom aleinu, V’al kol Yisrael V’imru, and then Palestinian children come and write their prayer for peace, too, and the children leave their chalk drawings and walk off hand-in-hand.

In the dream Betsy knows the Palestinian prayer for peace, but when she wakes up, she doesn’t.

I read the news. I buy the actual newspaper and tell myself I will only read news at night. I download news apps I’ve downloaded before, because I’m told by the App store I can just open.

Those who don’t read the news make me choke even more. They are usually the ones with central air conditioning.

When there can be no peace is the time for peace.

Yoram Kaniuk on, I think, the vastness of land in the United States:

“We drove along dirt roads between cliffs and blue and brown mountains for about five or six hours until we reached an isolated ranch surrounded by hundreds of acres of pasture and cows. I went to the foreman and as he gave me a tour I thought, I could put the entire State of Israel somewhere here in the middle of the ranch.”

10.

Always the drumbeats of war. The A1 snares of Taylor Swift. The below the fold snares of Gang Starr. The pots and pans of screamo bands that broke up in 2006 for unknown reasons. This war feels like those demos, a tape taped off another tape taped off another tape taped off another tape taped off another tape.

11.

Fred Moten:

After September 11th American imperial policy took no time off to mourn. We could have no share in that. No matter how much like that whatever we do is, no matter how many times we did things like that before that was done to us.

12.

I dream Hamas has gathered us in a cowshed and sent us against the walls. There are thousands of barns in this field and we wait. Hamas fighters enter our barn. They kill the cows first. I have my arms around my California cousins, my Florida aunt, my eyes are closed and I’m humming, I see the figure five in gold, I see the figure five in gold. They spare me. They spare my aunt. They kill my cousins. I’m in an airport Starbucks, removing the “ham” from an Egg McMuffin. I see a Pakistani woman holding a Guyanese child. The child is dead. The mother wailing. I recognize them from the barn.

13.

The poet Erich Kästner, in 1930:

“One day in the year 2003 a thousand airplanes fly from Boston loaded with gas and bacteria to kill all of humanity, because this is humanity’s only way of achieving the goal of world peace.”

14.

Matt is still typing.

15.

Sahir Ludhianvi, which, right now, sounds behind the times:

War is itself a problem. It isn’t the solution to any problem; Today it will offer fire and blood, And deliver hunger and want tomorrow.

16.

We go apple picking. We eat donuts. We enter the maze and get out of it. Leo rides a pony named Betty. He slides down the slide. He pumps on the swings. The rapper Billy Woods, watching his child swing on the swings, realized, “anything in the world could happen to him.” But the things happening to children right now are not things that will happen to my Leo. They somehow don’t even feel, right now, like the things happening to an African American like Billy Woods.

During the car ride home, Leo tells us he had a dream Ryder and Chase were having a contest on the swings. I get a little excited. I think he can sense there’s war outside of Star Wars. “Are Ryder and Chase enemies?” I ask. “No, Daddy” he says, “you know Ryder and Chase are the same.” So he does understand war.

#dreams #gaza #israel #war #anti-war #OG #Stuart Ross

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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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Watch "Micheal Myers plays piano" on YouTube

So they go around and they poking prod because they're lousy spies. And I'm not really sure what the scene is about we have objectives and we have methods in their extreme and you can see that the audience is slightly freaked out but not really and the piano player backs out but Michael Myers doesn't and he shows up and he's looking at Chow fat more so at the piano player for some reason and I'm not sure why he did make a strange noise

Jason Voorhees

I can see you in there with a stupid mask and it was Jason and he's doing it too you convince him to do stupid stuff and wanted to see why and you've got a Beethoven doo going on, it's one of your things just like Einstein. And you're playing the music and I talk to her before but you didn't know it was you and that's what you're saying you don't remember because it wasn't like hugely effective it was really negative what I was saying. So I'm watching engaging reactions Chow fat can't figure anything out sitting there feeding his fat face he said he's right there you can't see him looks up and he sees the guy I said no not there to the left like five or 10 degrees he looks over doesn't see anybody scans around looks up and sees me and it's horrified says what do I do I said pretend you don't see it and he says okay then what I don't know so he doesn't do anything and since you're eating and he looks up and I'm gone anything's nothing of it and we meet up afterwards and this is coming tomorrow there's a whole bunch of copycats

Michael Myers and yes it's from Michelle Myers who was Paris Hilton who was being held by Van Arnold and sort of not being held but being helped but it's still a nightmare because of Max and their little babies and boy they mess up they don't know what's

going on and this won't straighten them out now they think it's just kids playing with masks I've been trying to figure it out and really can't who Bill can and they don't believe them. They say it all the time we're all going to get killed because you're so stupid and yes they mean the max they're horrible to them they're horrible to my husband we have to stop them get them hell out of here and tell me you have to this some huge problems in there two of them and the warlock themself I don't think they can pull up either but without those two around they're a little bit better but he says they will turn into a horror show and a salad her soured and it's too bad and we get that

We agree too if they get free of people they're going to be horrible cuz they were exterminated now it's time to help here and this is a great rendition he learned to play the piano and she's watching him and expressionless apparently

Thor Freya

Olympus

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estranhodainternet · 9 months

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99 rules for life that I follow closely.

Compliment three people every day.

Have a dog.

Watch a sunrise at least once a year.

Remember other people’s birthdays.

Overtip breakfast waitresses.

Have a firm handshake.

Look people in the eye.

Say “thank you” a lot.

Say “please” a lot.

Learn to play a musical instrument.

Sing in the shower.

Use the good silver.

Learn to make a great chilli.

Plant flowers every spring.

Own a great stereo system.

Be the first to say “Hello”.

Live beneath your means.

Drive inexpensive cars, but own the best house you can afford.

Buy great books even if you never read them.

Be forgiving of yourself and others.

Learn three clean jokes.

Wear polished shoes.

Floss your teeth.

Drink champagne for no reason at all.

Ask for a raise when you feel you’ve earned it.

In a fight, hit first and hit hard.

Return all things you borrow.

Teach some kind of class.

Be a student in some kind of class.

Never buy a house without a fireplace.

Buy whatever kids are selling on card tables in their front yards.

Once in your life own a convertible.

Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated.

Learn to identify the music of Chopin, Mozart, and Beethoven.

Plant a tree on your birthday.

Donate two pints of blood every year.

Make new friends but cherish the old ones.

Keep secrets.

Take lots of snapshots.

Never refuse homemade brownies.

Don’t postpone joy.

Write “thank you” notes promptly.

Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen every day.

Show respect for teachers.

Show respect for police officers and fire-fighters.

Show respect for military personnel.

Don’t waste time learning the “tricks of the trade”. Instead, learn the trade.

Keep a tight rein on your temper.

Buy vegetables from truck farmers who advertise with hand-lettered signs.

Put the cap back on the toothpaste.

Take out the garbage without being told.

Avoid exposure to the sun.

Vote.

Surprise loved ones with little unexpected gifts.

Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life.

Never mention being on a diet.

Make the best of bad situations.

Always accept an outstretched hand.

Live so that when your children think of fairness, caring, and integrity, they think of you.

Admit your mistakes.

Ask someone to pick up your mail and daily paper when you’re out of town. Those are the first two things potential burglars look for.

Use your wit to amuse, not abuse.

Remember that all news is biased.

Take a photography course.

Let people pull in front of you when you’re stopped in traffic.

support a high school band.

Demand excellence and be willing to pay for it.

Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.

Whistle.

Hug children after you discipline them.

Learn to make something beautiful with your hands.

Give to charity all the clothes you haven’t worn during the pas three years.

Never forget your anniversary.

Eat prunes.

Ride a bike.

Choose a charity in your community and support it generously with your time and money.

Don’t take good health for granted.

When someone wants to hire you, even if it’s for a job you have little interest in, talk to them. Never close the door on an opportunity until you’ve had a chance to hear the offer in person.

Don’t mess with drugs, and don’t associate with those who do.

Slow dance.

Avoid sarcastic remarks.

Steer clear of restaurants with strolling musicians.

In business and in family relationships, remember that the most important thing is trust.

Forget the Joneses.

Never encourage anyone to become a lawyer.

Don’t smoke.

Even if you’re financially well-to-do, have your children earn and pay part of their college tuition.

Even if you’re financially well-to-do, have your children earn and pay for all their automobile insurance.

Recycle old newspapers, bottles, and cans.

Refill ice cube trays.

Don’t let anyone ever see you tipsy.

Never invest more in the stock market than you can afford to lose.

Choose your life’s mate carefully. From this one decision will come ninety percent of all your happiness or misery.

Make it a habit to do nice things for people who’ll never find out.

Attend class reunions.

Lend only those books you never care to see again.

Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it’s just a daisy in a jelly glass.

Know how to type.

Think big thoughts, but relish small pleasures.

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srijellyfishtempura · 2 years

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I know I’ve made a very similar post to this when it initially came out, but the bdg song “there is a rock in my house” is just so excellent and amazing and sums up exactly how I feel about orchestras (because idk i relate everything back to orchestras eventually).

“I looked at it one day and thought it was neat” - me joining an orchestra for a couple days and enjoying it

“but the rock became much needier than I had thought” - the pressures of musical institutions forcing classical players towards orchestras, as well as me specifically not enjoying rehearsals with my orchestra and finding everything really boring

“and now I need to look at the rock in order to live” - the aforementioned pressure that I feel in having to be in an orchestra to be accepted by other musicians

“and the rock tells me things that I ought to do” - the conductor saying things like “if you want to compose, look at what Tchaikovsky does” and the general common accepted idea that the german, italian, and russian ways of writing music/playing music are the correct ones and any other music is lesser or not as worthy of playing. Also just the general vibe of orchestra rehearsals where the strings have to be one homogenous body

“and it makes me think the things I am are not so good” - the general slander against wind orchestras that I hear every single rehearsal (oh my god everyone is so prejudiced against the wind orchestra like I brought up how good of a piece children’s march is a while ago and the horn players said it was overplayed, boring, and too long, while defending scheherazade)

“but the things that I am are all the things I’ll be, and I’d like to stop looking at the rock so much” - me understanding that I don’t vibe with orchestras and I much prefer wind orchestras

“because when I look at the rock then I want to scream” - kinda self-explanatory - I want to scream every rehearsal I fucking hate prokofiev and rimsky-korsakov

skipping a line

“but I’ve tied myself inexorably to this rock” - I’ve decided to go into a classical music degree next year, which means that I will most likely eventually end up analysing and playing music for orchestras and generally the german/italian composers

“and the rock tells me that if i stop looking at it, then I will stop existing and there’s no more me” - fucking. this line. I feel this line so hard. The way that the general musical culture is so focused on orchestras and on playing fucking beethoven and mahler and tchaikovsky I just feel like if I don’t like playing those things then there’s nothing that I can be in without hating it, when there’s actually so fucking much music outside of what orchestras play all the time. There is so fucking much wind orchestra music that never gets performed because it’s not for orchestras, and it’s not “proper” classical music like fuck off

“and I think the rock is lying but I really can’t be sure” - the musical culture is lying, but like, nobody else realises that

I’m going to stop my analysis (rant) here but you get it

you get it

#bdg #there is a rock in my house #fuck orchestras

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Writer (part two)

Warning - Smut

Request - Yes

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @heidimoreton

There was no denying it. You couldn't sleep. Even though the storm had passed, every time you closed your eyes the image of Jack with the gun to his head burned into your eyelids. Your mind ticked over.. and you climbed out of bed, slipping Grace's nightgown on as you tiptoed down the long corridors. You noticed a light coming from under one of the closed oak doors and assumed that to be Tommy's bedroom, clearly he was also awake. At least you wouldn't wake him..

You headed down the stairs and into the hallway, trying to find the kitchen to get a glass of water, when you saw it again. The piano. You pushed the feelings on your chest down and carried on searching the lower floors, eventually stumbling upon the kitchen. Sipping your water, you headed back to the hallway when the piano almost called to you. You hadn't had the urge to play since Jack had died, but your heart was pulling you towards the ivory keys like a smoker to a cigarette. An alcoholic to a bottle of rum.

You sat on the large, dusty stool and opened the lid, placing your water on top of the piano carefully. Stroking the keys lightly with your fingers you gently pressed one, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. You waited with baited breath to see if anyone in the house stirred, but the bedrooms were on the other side of the house - they wouldn't hear you. And Tommy was awake anyway, unless he slept with the light on...

You pressed another... And before you knew it, Beethoven's 9th Symphony was playing from your fingertips like no time had passed at all. Effortlessly, your fingers glided over the keys, your eyes closed as you took back in the familiar sensations playing always gave you. The goosebumps, the euphoria. Strangely, you didn't feel sad. You felt free. Like a window was being opened in the closed off room inside your heart, allowing the birds and butterflies to swarm back in and set your soul alive again. The song came to an end, and a gentle sound of clapping stunned you from your daydream. Spinning round quickly, your cheeks flushed.

"Mr Shelby... I'm so sorry I didn't mean to -"

"Please don't apologise.. that was beautiful. I haven't heard that song in so long. My mother used to play it for me. Do you know any others?" He took you by surprise and joined you at the seat, you edged over a little to allow him to sit with you.

"Do you know any Bach?" He nodded knowingly, and the two of you placed your hands on the keys to play together.

"I might be a little rusty, it's been more years than I care to admit to!" He smiled. The two of you began to play, he followed your lead. Occasionally your arms or fingers would brush and you couldn't ignore the electricity that flowed through you when they did. You'd look at him now and then, smiling at how his eyes danced as the music played, the way his mouth would curve up into a small, reminiscent smile. He missed a few keys, but you'd forgive him that. He made up for it by showing how happy and relaxed he was playing with you.

The song closed, and a comfortable silence fell upon you both. His hands stayed alongside yours, your little fingers touching on top of the ivory keys. Both of you stared at the contact for a minute, before he edged his hand closer. Yours moved closer too, and he clasped his hand in yours, brushing your thumb with his own. Your faces turned to each other, and a need in both of you ignited as he moved his other hand to brush your hair out of your eyes.

"Tell me to stop..." He whispered. You shook your head, and within seconds his lips brushed yours. A gentle kiss you weren't expecting from a man like him. A rush of feelings you certainly weren't expecting. Your tongue pressed against his lips, requesting entry that he granted immediately. They danced together to the music that was still playing in your heads. A glorious symphony only the two of you could hear. He closed the lid of the piano and moved to sit you on it, your legs opening to allow him to sit in the seat between them. Lifting your nightdress up your legs, he raised an eyebrow at the lack of underwear.

"I washed them before bed, can't wear dirty panties when I leave..."

His fingers roamed up your thighs, you gasped and shuddered as they reached your groin. His eyes looked to you, almost for permission which you granted with a nod, and his head moved between your legs, your nightdress bunched over your breasts so you could watch him.

His tongue quickly dipped deep inside you, before moving up to find that holy grail just above, making your back arch, knocking the glass of water over behind you. You heard him laugh between your legs and smacked his shoulder playfully, before throwing your head back groaning as he flicked your clit with his tongue.

"Fuck... Tommy don't stop..." You hadn't even given yourself an orgasm in the longest time, this felt like utter heaven. His mouth was driving you borderline delirious with need. The man was skilled - every flick, suck and lick was calculated perfectly, edging you closer to your high.

"You taste perfect..." He gasped between licks, before piling the pressure back on your engorged bud, quickly sending you spiralling underneath him. Panting, gripping his hair, your orgasm pulsed through your body as your thighs shook around his face, only held apart by his strong hands kneading the flesh. He pulled away, before standing over you, his hands pulling his trousers down and lining himself up against your entrance. Another glance at you, before pushing himself inside, burying himself to the hilt slowly. You groaned at the feeling of being filled completely, grateful that he was slow. You hadn't been with anyone since Jack.

"So tight y/n... You feel so fucking good..." He panted, pausing to allow you to adjust to him. Once he'd felt your walls relax, he started a slow movement, gently thrusting into you. His hand sneaking under your nightgown for your breasts, rolling one under his firm hand, gently brushing over your hard nipples. His hips changed their angle slightly.

"Tommy... Oh god..."

"Found it..." He smirked, almost gloating but smiling when you glared at him. Another thrust, harder this time.

"Oh fuck...!" You cried, feeling your abdomen clench. Your second orgasm wasn't far away, and he could sense it. His thrusts came harder and angled perfectly to hit that sweet spot inside, and you could swear your core was on fire.

"I'm close... Fuck I'm close... Cum for me again..." He panted, his thrusts coming faster now. You no longer had the ability to form words, just breathy pants and moans of his name as he pounded into you. You hands gripped his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist. His hands gripped onto the lid of the piano as it shook underneath you from the force of his thrusts.

You came hard, your orgasm hitting you like a hurricane and the juices flowed from you down his thighs, sending him quickly over the edge.

"Fuck... Oh fuck..." His thrusts stopped suddenly as his body became rigid - you felt his warm cum line your walls as he shot several stream deep inside, a deep groan emitting from his lips as they crashed against yours.

Foreheads pressed together, panting, catching your breath, he remained inside. Eyes clenching each time your walls did, milking him dry.

"I'm sorry..." He pulled out gently.

"What for?"

"I took advantage -"

"Well if you did, so did I. I haven't been fucked like that in a long time Thomas."

"I haven't fucked like that in a long time."

"I must confess, I was expecting more, shall we say, force?"

He raised an eyebrow at you.

"I was trying to take it easy on you the first time." He smirked, and you felt your core clench again as he lifted you off the piano and took you into his office.

#thomas shelby x smut #tommy shelby x smut #tommy x y/n #tommy x fem!reader

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seospicybin · 2 years

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ahhhh

I'm sobbing 😭 jokes aside, this is absolutely amazing! I really thought the reader would stay! But the plotwist really caught me off guard, you have great writing!

Oh no! Pls stop sobbing, let me give you a hug 😄

Should I share some little details of Haven?

When Chan helped y/n zipping up her dress, Liebestraum by Franz Liszt was playing. Liebestraum literally means "dream of love" and Liszt wrote this piano piece inspired by a poem by Ferdinand Freiligrath, it included the lines “Be sure that your heart burns, and holds and keeps love. As long as another heart beats warmly with its love for you” which is perfect for this part of the fic when Chan realized that his feelings for you were always been there.

When y/n asked Chan if he had a tough day then calmed him down, telling him he missed her favorite piano piece playing that night. It was Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven, Moonlight Sonata originally titled "Almost a fantasy" which perfectly describes what happened next in the fic (aheeem...) where it felt like a dream to Chan to met you again and did that spicy stuff to you.

On the second time y/n and Chan had sex the next night after dinner, Gymnopedie No. 1 by Erik Satie was playing where you both laying on the bed. Erik Satie titled his Gymnopédies after a type of atmospheric ancient greek dance where young men/woman danced naked, so yeah, that explains the spicy stuff happened before.

And on the last night of y/n and Chan together, Brahms' Lullaby by Johann Brahms was playing. Brahms dedicated this piano piece to a childhood friend on the birth of her second child and that he had been in love with her, so he included a hidden counter-melody based on a song she used to sing to him when they were young. It was a given spoiler since the knowledge behind this piano piece pretty much mirrored Chan and y/n's story.

It's all in the little details you guys, sometimes you don't have to wait for the next part, I put this little spoilers everywhere that pretty much determine the whole story. I am that slick 😆 jks jks

Anyway, thank you for loving Haven!

I've been meaning to write a Bangchan fic with a lot of fluff in it! Thank you to everyone who read it, mwah mwah ❤😘 -f.

#spicy mail #haven #it's all in the details #bangchan smut #stray kids smut

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for-the-chainsaw-boy · 9 months

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i was promised a funni…

LEGOLAND

THE ENTERTAINERS PENNY LAMB: A sixteen-year-old, sister of Ezra. EZRA LAMB: A thirteen-year-old, brother of Penny.

PLAYING STYLE Physical. Very physical. But truthful. The acting should be as frenetic and as over-the-top as possible, but with real acting intentions and subtlety. A clock with a soul.

their dingles, spitting! I have to read this letter! (to JK-47) Dear Johnny, we haven’t met before, but I feel

EZRA: (JK-47) I’m JK-47! T-BONE! (monkey puppet) He’s JK-47! T-BONE! T-BONE!

get legoland'd 😎

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rubysunnday · 3 years

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your song | c.b

Summary: Being in love with Colin Bridgerton is hard when the man keeps running off to different continents for months at a time. But the letters he writes and the songs he sends keep the romance alive.

It had been six, long months since Y/N had last seen Colin Bridgerton.

He had gone off travelling again, disappearing off one night with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek goodbye and a promise to write.

The romance between Y/N and Colin had struck out of nowhere. One night they'd been dancing as nothing more than friends and the next moment, there was something more. The way his hands tightened on her waist whenever Cressida said something mean felt different. The way he wrote her notes with every bunch of flowers he sent read differently.

The way he took her hand as she stepped out a carriage, his fingers gently entwining with hers, felt different.

Y/N had fallen head over heels for a man who hated staying in the same place for more than a week. And it was annoying.

He'd written to her more than he had his own family. He wrote to her everyday, judging from the dates on his letters and they arrived in bundles from the postman, all tied with a ribbon that somehow managed to match the dress she was wearing that day.

In the dozens of letters Colin had sent her, he wrote down every detail of the place he was in from the sunsets to the colour of the postboxes. The friends he was traveling with were both music students, desperate for either a career break or to find a new purpose in life.

One of them, Freddy, has been teaching me about the beauty of song writing and how all great pieces of music begin. I'm nowhere near the grandure of Mozart or the beauty of Beethoven or any musicale we've ever attended, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless.

I've found that in my writings there's always one thing I can never quite describe correctly. I search through books for the right words that could even begin to do you justice, my dear Y/N, but I find none. There's no word for describing the way you watch a musicale, or the way you talk about art and reading. There's no word on earth that could do you justice.

So, I hope this poor man's attempt at a song, written under strict guidance and a watchful eye, will begin to convey, just how much I love you.

Y/N had read the letter over and over, her eyes scouring each and every line, taking in the sloppy slant of Colin's handwriting and how he smudged the ink in his desperation to write and write and write.

She pulled out the final sheet of the letter and let out a small surprised gasp. It was a piece of music, the notes written precisely and intricately, the lyrics written messily and scrunched up underneath it. It was obvious which part Colin had been trusted with.

To Y/N

Your Song - by Colin Bridgerton

Y/N stood up from her desk and walked over to the pianoforte that sat in the corner of her room, covered in a thin layer of dust. Y/N wasn't an expert on the pianoforte, her and Colin had bonded over their failed attempts at playing. Colin could sing, though. And as Y/N read through the lyrics, tentatively playing a couple of notes on her dust keys, she could hear him singing it, his hand in her hair as they watched the sunset from the garden bench at Bridgerton House.

Their romance had been kept quiet. The ton was used to the two being openly affectionate with each other, constantly hugging or holding hands and none of them realised when it turned from friendship to romance.

Y/N and Colin had sat in the rose garden of Aubrey Hall one summer night, the sounds of the ball drifting over to them along the gentle breeze. Colin had quietly begun singing along to the song, his hands gently tracing a dance on Y/N's bare arm as she rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes shut.

Colin's singing voice was beautiful. And as Y/N played the song he'd written for her, she could imagine him sitting beside her and singing along, his hands over hers as she slowly played the notes.

Attending the opera without him felt bizarre. They'd begun a routine of sitting next to each other in the box, sharing the opera glasses and softly commenting on the music, the costumes, the lighting.

Y/N sat down in the box, scooting her chair close to the balcony. Her mother sat down next to her and sighed happily as she took in the view.

"Isn't this lovely?" She asked, picking up her opera glasses and looking through them at the stage. "I do love a concert."

Y/N said nothing, merely nodded. She kept thinking back to Colin's letter, of his promised return home in time for the concert. In time for him to sit down next to her, take her hand, and whisper about the music.

Y/N glanced up at the box the Bridgerton's sat in and tried not to let out a defeated sigh - still no Colin. Francesca caught her looking and gave her a sympathetic smile along with a shake of her head and Y/N turned back to the stage, trying not to let the disappointment sink in.

The orchestra began warming up, the music notes blending in with the quiet chatter of the audience. Y/N couldn't stop her eyes from constantly scanning the audience, the stage, the boxes, for any sign of Colin.

An excited whisper went over the audience as the lights were dimmed and the lights on the stage that illuminated the thick, red curtain were turned on.

For a minute there was silence. And then the orchestra began playing as the curtain flew up, revealing the actors on the stage.

My gift is my song, and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody

Y/N felt her heart do a bizarre skip. She recognised those words. She'd read them over and over again each night before she went to sleep. The piece of paper they had arrived on was now well worn and creased and she'd meticulously copied out the notes and the lyrics for fear of loosing them.

She scanned the audience again and felt her heart stop. The concert faded away as she focused on the man standing in the corner near the side door, a tiny smile on his face.

Colin Bridgerton stood with his hands behind his back, smiling up at her, his chin covered in the stubble of a beard. He was tanner then before and his hair had gotten lighter but it was still Colin.

Her Colin.

You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is, what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Y/N giggled and felt a smile appear on her face as she gave Colin the smallest wave possible, not wanting to attract attention. Colin waved back and nodded to the door that led to the auditorium. Y/N nodded in return and watched Colin disappear out the side door.

"Go on, then," Y/N's mother said, tapping her daughter's knee. "Go find him."

Y/N quietly slipped from her seat and pushed open the curtain, blinking at the bright lights in the corridor.

As she made her way down to the auditorium, she could hear angry voices that were trying not to yell. She rounded the corner and saw Anthony, Violet and Benedict Bridgerton all standing in front of a bemused looking Colin.

"You said you'd be back by the concert!" Anthony hissed, clearly irritated by Colin's lateness.

"It's hardly my fault the train got stuck by a tree, is it, Anthony?" Colin asked, sighing. "I'm here now, however, am I not? Stop fussing."

Anthony went off again, flailing his limbs around as he tried to knock some sense into Colin, his mother trying to be the peace maker between the two as Benedict tried, and failed, not to laugh.

"This isn't funny, Benedict!" Anthony snapped, turning to face his other brother as he snorted.

Benedict's smirk faded as he realised he was about to be on the end of Anthony's rant. He sighed and crossed his arms, physically bracing himself as Anthony went off again.

Colin, looking both bemused and annoyed at his family, turned and spotted Y/N, hovering at the stop of the stairs. His face fell from an annoyed smirk into a stunned smile as he stared up at her.

"They're actually both," Y/N said to Colin, her voice quiet enough that the three other Bridgerton's present had yet to realise she was there.

"What are?" Colin asked, walking up to meet her, taking each step slowly.

"My eyes," Y/N replied, smiling, dropping the skirt of her dress. "They're both colours."

Colin chuckled and looked like he was blushing. "I told you I wasn't good at song writing."

"Everyone else seemed to enjoy it," she replied as she heard the audience applaud loudly.

"Because Freddy worked on it for months until tonight," Colin replied. "Even then he wasn't sure about performing it. If he'd performed the version I'd written the ton would be complaining. I'm not very good at it."

"I think you're better at it than you believe, Mr Bridgerton," Y/N said as she continued walking down until they were both on the large step that broke up the stairs. "I'm not sure about the beard, however."

"Why?" Colin asked, a hand subconsciously flying to his chin and running across the stubble.

"Well, it just means that every time I go to kiss you, I will have to be tickled and scratched by it," she replied, her hand covering the one resting on his chin. She entwined her fingers with his. "But I can live with that."

Colin laughed and leant forward, kissing Y/N with the passion and desperation of not seeing her for six months. His hand rested on the back of her head, carefully minding her hair as his thumb stroked her skin.

"I think I'm going to stay here for now," Colin said softly, breaking apart from her, resting his forehead on hers. "Stay with you."

Y/N looked up at him, feeling his breath on her cheeks. "Colin Bridgerton, are you -"

"Yes," Colin said, cutting her off. "I am. Because it took being apart from you for six months to realise what I was missing. To realise that I travel the world searching for purpose and reason, when, in reality, my reason is you. The purpose of my entire being is you.

"Without you, I'm half a man. Without you, the travelling begins to feel like running away and I don't want to run from you. I want to take your hand and run with you. Forever if we wanted. I can run until you can't run anymore. And when you can't run anymore, I'll carry you."

Y/N smiled, pressing her lips together as she savoured the taste of his kiss. "Words are your forte, Mr Bridgerton," she said softly, stroking the side of his head, threading her fingers through his curls. "I'll run with you to the end of the world and back again. I'll take your hand in mine and I will never let you go. Not again."

Colin pressed his lips to her and Y/N smiled against his lips before returning the kiss. He smelt of his cologne, the sweet caramel biscuits he loved and, somehow, the floral, homely scent of Bridgerton House

He smelt of home. He was her home. Simply being in his arms was enough.

"I've just realised something," Colin whispered in her ear.

Y/N looked up at him, staring into his eyes. "What?"

"My family is watching us."

Y/N glanced behind him and saw the three Bridgerton's pretending to occupy themselves with anything else. Benedict was investigating a painting, Anthony was admiring the ceiling and Violet had been reading the program but glanced up at them with a smile.

And despite it all, Y/N let out a snort of laughter and dropped her head on to Colin's shoulder. "Of course they are."

Colin giggled, actually giggled, and rested his head on top of hers. "Better get used to it, love, I doubt they'll ever stop staring."

#bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton imagine #colin bridgerton #bridgerton imagines

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m00nchild-02 · 3 years

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Miss Mafia | jhs (m)

pairing: Hoseok x reader, Taehyung x reader (He's just a childhood friend, no love interest)

rating: 18+

word count: 15.5k sorry not sorry :)

genre: mafia au, strangers to lovers, secret agent, you are a mafia boss

summary: It's not easy to be the boss of one of the biggest mafias in South-Korea. And surely not as a woman. When a secret agent got discovered by one of your people and brought to you, you would've never dared to guess he would turn your world upside down in multiple ways.

warnings: praising, big d*ck Hoseok, oral (m receiving), hard sex, dom Hoseok, sub reader, v penetration, no protection (reader has an implant so she can't get pregnant. Make always sure you use protection guys!), also a bit of fluff at the end

music recommendations: - Lacrimosa - Mozart - Symphony no 9 - Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven - more songs on this playlist (youtube)

- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1yXNkU806Y7EZruvrbl4g9?si=76931ed2ebae4c2c (spotify)

a/n: Again back with a story! I'm sorry for any grammar errors. It is such a big one shot. I'll probably proof read it later so I'm again sorry for any grammar mistakes in this ff! Just ignore it please :')

I was originally thinking of making this a jungkook ff but I eventually ended up making it a J-Hope ff instead. I think he would do a great job as main character here ;) Give it a lot of support and

enjoy reading!

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Lacrimosa from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Such a pleasant song to listen to with a good glass of wine. You take a sip of the dark red liquid as you softly move your head to the music playing through your boxes. This is how you liked to spend your time alone. A good glass of wine in one hand and the remote of your boxes in your other hand putting on some of your favourite classical music. Like Lacrimosa from Mozart or Beethoven's 9th symphony. All great composers with excellent music. You smiled as you felt your body relax after the long stressful day you had today. Your placed your red tinted lips on the glass for another sip of your wine you would never get to taste.

"Miss!"

You let out a deep sigh as you turned around in your chair towards the front of your desk. One of the maids walked inside and bowing at you. You gave her an unpleasant look. "Didn't I told the staff clearly not to come into my study for the rest of the day?" You asked the woman in front of you who kept looking down, probably not daring to look you in the eyes right now. Everyone knew you could be a real furry when you got angry or irritated. You can ask the last butler you had, after dropping a glass of whine on you by accident. It costed him a finger because you accidentally dropped a knife on his hand.

You softened the volume of the music before speaking again. "Tell me what's going on. It better be good if you don't wanna lose your job." You said coldly, don't sparing her a glance as you emptied the bottle into your glass. "I-It's about the issue from last week mam." She said. A bit of fear could be heard in her voice.

"Go on" You said. "They caught him miss." She said. You looked at the girl in front of you and suddenly began to laugh. The girl looked up for the first time, confusion all written over her little face. You turned towards the painting of your father on the right wall of the study and smiled, raising your glass. "See dad? The company is in great hands. I told you I would get him." You turned back towards the girl, that smile/smirk still on your face.

"Tell them to bring him to la grande salle. I'll be there in a minute." You told her. The maid bowed and then left the room closing the door on her way out. " You chuckled as you licked your lips. "Turns out this day is gonna be better than I expected..." You said, turning up the volume of the boxes and taking another sip of your glass of wine.

A few minutes later and your men walked in dragging a guy with them. His hands and feet tied together, his clothes covered in bloodstains and his hair a complete mess. You leaned forward in you chair as they dropped the man right at your feed. You were currently in your grand salle, how you like to call it, where you handled business of all kinds. From having meetings, recruiting new members till having a talk with bastards like the guy in front of you right now.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here." You said, letting out a small laugh. "Jung Hoseok, isn't it? Secret agent at the National Intelligence Service. They say you're one of the best in your profession. Sad that reputation will end today." You said, leaning back in your chair, snapping your fingers as a sign for the maids to leave the room. Leaving only you, Hoseok and two of your bodyguards. You threw the papers that were in your hand onto the table next to you, the pages falling open on some pictures of Hoseok and his meetings with the NIS.

"I must admit Mister Jung, I'm quite impressed. You have been undercover in my companies for five years. My father always knew there was a spy between us but he never had the chance to catch you." You looked away, staring into the distance as you said your next sentence. "Caught a bullet right through the head. Very tragic." You looked back at the man in front of you. He was still looking down, not saying a word or sparing you a small glance. Was he even still alive? Anyways, you still went on with your little speech. "But times change. After my father's death I took over and look! It's been less than a year and I already caught you."

Suddenly Hoseok started to laugh. You looked at him confused as he slowly tilted his head so you could look at his face for the first time today. His cheeks and upper lip were bruised and a dried stream of blood could be seen under his nose. He looked you right in the eyes. "Took you long enough to figure out it was me." He said. "But congrats. I'm happy you can finally make daddy proud." He mocked, spitting some blood on the white marble floor. His words and actions made your head boil. How dare he speak so lowly about your father. The bodyguards stood read to walk over and beat the shit out of him but you raised your hand stopping them.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "Listen here," You said, getting off of your chair, slowly walking around the men on the ground before making a halt behind him and squatting down. You pulled out a blade out of your pocket and held it against his neck as you pulled his head backwards. He let out a painful groan making you smirk. You leaned in closer towards his ear before saying the following words, "You can say anything you want Mister Jung but know the more shit comes out of your mouth the less pleasant your stay at my villa will be before I release your soul from your body, understood?" You said, your mouth dangerously close to his ear.

The man didn't seemed intimidated as he scoffed. "Bring it on Missy. Good luck with keeping me locked here." He said.

You stood back up, a bit overwhelmed by his bold words. You walked towards his front, wanting to see his face. "You got a big mouth for a guy who just has been beaten the hell out of." You said. "Maybe I should just kill you here right now. Makes it a lot easier for the both of us." You said as one of the bodyguards handed you a gun. You loaded it and pointed it towards his head.

He looked you right in the eye as you held the trigger ready to shoot. What surprised you the most was that he was smiling. Why was he smiling? This guy made you so confused. "Not the brag princess but-"

"Don't call me that!" You yelled at him with gritted teeth.

"Ok my lady." He said teasingly. "What I wanted to say is you can't kill me." He looked quite relaxed when he said that.

You scoffed. "What are you talking about? I can kill you wherever I want, whenever I want! Just watch me."

He shook his head. "Sorry to burst that bubble of yours but you can't. You see... I've been undercover for 5 whole years. I know a lot about your company and you." He said, smirking, never looking away from your eyes. "I have been in every building, every city and every warehouse of yours."

"And what's your point?" You asked, getting annoyed of his talking. "To make it short, I have placed bombs and dynamite all over the place. If you kill me you'll never get to know the password and won't be able to deactivate them. So say good bye to your drugs, weapons and men... my lady. Bye, bye money." He said before laughing again.

"And why should I believe you?" You asked. "Busan, the warehouse at Ilgon street, number 45 (a/n: I made the street name up. For people who are wondering.). Look under the floor in the janitor's closet." He said.

You heart raised and your breathing became more rapid as you looked at one of the guards. "Go check if it's true what he's saying." You told him. This couldn't be true. If that bomb was really there then he probably said the truth and there would be more. That would also mean the end of your little mafia life and your source of income. That could never happen, not in a million years. Your family has worked so had for all this and now you're finally almost at the top, yes almost, he would barge in and ruin everything. You couldn't let that happen.

You looked at the guard as he finished the call. "They just found two boxes full of dynamite in the basement under the janitor's closet." The guard confirmed what Hoseok just said. "They say there are timers placed on them. They can only be removed by password, cutting a wire would mean the end." He said.

You brought your hand to your mouth and started to bite at your nails as you paced back and forth. "How much time do we have?" You asked. "7 days, mam." The guard answered.

7 days... You had 7 days to figure out that damn password and get rid of these bombs. But would you really be able to dismantle them on time? "Get Taehyung and put him to work." You told the guard before he disappeared to go get your hacker to fix the job. "You," You said, pointing towards the other guard. Lock Mister Jung up in the basement and make sure he doesn't escape." You said. "You can just call me Hoseok my lady. No need for the formalities." He said, giving you a wink. "Oh, shut up you. You're in no position to talk right now."

He laughed. "Right now I'm in a much better position than you would think love." The man came over to Hoseok and picked him up brutally from the ground. "Good luck with finding the password!" He said, before the doors closed, leaving you all alone in the room. You hoped Taehyung would be able to find it because you weren't in the mood of talking to that asshole again.

"Have you already found something?"

It had been 3 days since your encounter with Hoseok and him telling you about the bombs. 3 days of your hacker Taehyung trying to find a possible password to deactivate them. "I'm sorry y/n. Still nothing." Taehyung was one of the few people that could call you by your real name. You practically grew up with the boy so of course you got some kind of bound with each other.

Taehyung was typing all sorts of things on his computer while something was loading. "Whoever placed these bombs knows damn well how to use them. I can't crack into the system, nor can I track them or dismantle them without the password." He said. "Who did your father mess with?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the screen. "The secret agents agency of South-Korea." You said softly while biting on your nails again. It was a bad habit you did whenever you got stress.

Taehyung pulled at your hand so you couldn't bite on them anymore. "You should really learn how to stop doing that." He told you, looking at you for the first time after you entered the room.

You sighed. Taehyung was not successful in finding the password, the troops you sent hadn't found a single bomb yet except for the one Hoseok told you about and tracing was also out of the question. You were really losing hope. "Just keep looking." You told Taehyung before leaving him behind in his little room.

You were getting tired of all of this and decided to distract your mind a bit. And what is better then visiting your favourite casino when you are bored and stressed? So you went to your room and dressed up for a night out.

Little did you knew a surprise was waiting for you the other day...

"Mam! Mam!"

The door of your bedroom opened, a maid running inside out of breath as she stood at your bed, bowing first before waiting for your permission for her to speak again.

You groaned as you heard the woman storming in your room. Your head pounding because of the amount you drank the evening before at the casino. You slowly opened your eyes, hand on your head, holding it because of the pain. You gave the woman an angry look. "Speak" You snapped at her.

"M-Mam, T-The prisoner! He- He-"

"He what?!" You yelled, tired of the stuttering and hesitation in her speech.

She swallowed before talking again. "He escaped..." She said softly but clear enough for you to hear.

"WHAT??!!"

You made your way down the halls of your mansion while you wrapped your bathrobe around your body. While you made your way downstairs a few of your men were running upstairs but halted once they saw you. They stared at you with wide eyes while you stood there furious looking down on them. "I'll ask you once..." You said as you slowly walked down until you were face to face with the head of the guards. "What happened?"

"We were guarding him like you asked and suddenly someone of the kitchen came to bring us food. They said it was a treat for our hard work. After we ate it... We blacked out. When we woke up again the door was open and he was gone." The man said, looking down.

You clenched your teeth and slapped him right in the face. "YOU IDIOTS! How could you let him escape! I asked one thing of you and you couldn't even do that!!" You yelled at all of them. They all looked down like puppies that were being scolded at. "You're all useless!" You said as you made your way further down the stairs. They all bowed at you one by one as you made your way down.

You took a few corners before ending up in front of Taehyung's bedroom. You knocked, not waiting for an answer, and walked in. "Taehyung I need you to check the CCTV footage of last night. That fucking agent escaped." You said pacing around in Taehyung's room while the boy sat up, sleepily rubbing his eyes. "How late is it?" He asked groggily as he looked at you with puffed cheeks, bad hair and small eyes. "It's 8 am." You told him.

He sighed. "Give me a few minutes to wake up and then I'll go check ok?" You nodded. "Ok, I'll give you 15 min. Not more." You said and you walked out.

Like promised, in 15 minutes Taehyung was already sitting behind his desk returning back to the footage of yesterday evening. You saw the images of you walking out of the house, ready to go to the casino. "You can skip past that." You told him. He skipped a bit forward until you told him to stop. "Stop! right there." You said pointing at the screen. A man with a hood and a mask on walked in the shadows towards the back of the house. Taehyung checked one of the camera's at the back and you saw the men slipping in through the back door where the kitchen is. "He must be the one who drugged the food of the guards."

"They were drugged?" He asked and you nodded. "These morons thought they got food because of their hard work." You answered him. "Now go to the footage of the basement." Taehyung did as you said and showed the images of the sleeping men and the hooded man breaking the chain, letting Hoseok out. "He must have informed someone somehow where he was." Taehyung said.

You sighed. "I need that password. I can't dismantle these bombs without him. I don't like to admit it but... I need him. I need Hoseok." Taehyung turned towards you in his seat. So what are you going to do now?

You thought for a second. Indeed, what were you going to do? You knew everyone would fall for Hoseok's tricks all over again. Except for you. You would never fall for his charms, right? "I'll go after him." You then suddenly decided. Taehyung looked at you in shock. "Are you sure?" He asked. "You got men to do the dirty work for you." He stated.

You nodded. "I know but I can't trust them anymore. Those idiots already let him escape once, I can't let them do it a second time." You told him. "Check the CCTV's of the streets and every nearby city. I need to know where he is."

"Sure will." Taehyung said before going to work again.

While Taehyung worked on tracing Hoseok's location you went towards the dining room to grab some breakfast. Because of all this drama this morning you haven't even had the time to get some food into your system. Your stomach was already growling as you sat down at the filled table, set for two. Two? You may ask. Yes two. Today was the day your second hand would come back from his yearly vacation. He was one of the most trusted men into your house.

His name was Marcus and besides being your second hand he was also your dad's best friend. He has always been by his side and helped him in any way possible. After he died Marcus swore loyal to you and said he would do anything in his might to protect you. So the least you could do for him was to treat him as one of your own show him your gratitude.

While you were peacefully enjoying your meal the doors suddenly opened, revealing a man in suit. You smiled at the man immediately recognising him. "Marcus! Welcome back." You welcomed the man as he walked over towards you. He bowed at you before sitting down at the table where you were already seated. "It feels good to be back mam." He said, smiling before taking a look at the breakfast in front of him. "Well this is sure a great come back." He told you Smith amused eyes. "Please, enjoy yourself." You said. "Take whatever you want." You told him. "I'll sure will." He answered before digging in.

"So how was your trip?" You asked him. "Pretty good. Got some time to relax." He said. "How were things going here while I was gone?" He asked you.

You sighed. "It has been an entire rollercoaster. Oh Marcus," You said dramatically. "How happy I am you're back. I have so much to tell you." After you told him everything Marcus looked at you in shock. "You finally caught him?!" He asked surprised and you nodded. "Kind of, but he escaped yesterday evening while I was gone. These idiots can't do anything right around here anymore..."

"Only if I had been here to stop all this, huh?" He said teasingly and you nodded. "You know you're the best." You told him.

You ate and talked for a good hour before Marcus decided to go see his colleges and try to lessen the damage that had already been caused by Hoseok's escape. You really hoped he could do something about all this.

That evening you also went to go see Taehyung again to check on the situation. "You already found his whereabouts?" You asked the man in front of you. He turned his chair around and smiled at you. "Even better." He said licking his lips and clicking on one single button on his keyboard a whole screen popping up full of information. "I know which city he is in, which district and even in which building!" He told you, all proud of himself.

You walked over and stared at the screen with big eyes. "Really?! You are the best Tae!" You said, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug. The man laughed. "Alright, alright! You're welcome Y/n-ie" He said as you let go again.

"God, I could kiss you right now! You bring me so good news right now!" You yelled at him and he laughed. "You're welcome and about the kiss... no thanks." He said, showing off his boxy smile afterwards. "Go find me a plain ticket for the first flight tomorrow and tell Marcus he has the leadership until I'm back. This girl is going to Busan for some business..."

"Yes mam!"

And so the next day you flew all from Seoul to Busan. You took a taxi from the airport to your hotel while checking the info about Hoseok's whereabouts on your tablet. You mailed Taehyung, telling him you had a safe flight and to thank him again for his good work. He would definitely get a raise once you got back. You smiled as you closed your tablet and looked outside as you drove past the chore. "How long until we reach the hotel sir?" You asked the driver. "We're almost there miss! Just a few more minutes." He said. "Good" You answered, opening your window a bit and closing your eyes, enjoying the fresh sea air filling the car.

After a few more minutes you finally arrived at your destination. A five star hotel Taehyung booked for you. You got out of the taxi, payed the driver and walked inside the building as some staff took your bags out of the cab. You walked towards the counter and asked for your room. Of course it was the penthouse. You knew you could trust Taehyung. He always knew what you wanted. Once you got the key you went towards the elevator and went upstairs. You already felt completely drained from the trip towards where you were now.

As you arrived you walked towards the end off the hall and opened the door with your key card. A big smile as you entered the room. "Finally some rest." You said as you stretched your neck and walked towards the bed. But as soon as you walked through the door two men grabbed you by the arms. You tried to scream and break free from their grasp but it was no use. One of them held a cloth against your mouth and nose with some chloroform on it making you stop struggling after a while and falling into a deep slumber.

While you were unconscious the men dragged you outside the room, making sure no one saw you. They took you inside the elevator where someone was already waiting for your arrival. It was the lady from the counter that gave you your room earlier. "Let's move fast. Once you get out of the elevator go immediately towards the right. Go through the last door and that should lead you towards the back of the hotel. The van is waiting there." She said. Once they got you in the van they drove off to who knows where.

A few hours later you woke up with an incredible headache, as a side effect of the chloroform. You groaned as you opened your eyes, white light shining all around you. Once your eyes got adjusted to the light that came from big windows all around you you could also make out some silhouettes. "Our little princess is finally awake." You heard a voice. The voice sounded awfully familiar. But you couldn't put a name on it just yet.

You tried to move your hands but quickly figured out they were bounded behind your back. Same went for your legs. Tied against the legs of a chair. You looked back in front of you and the silhouette stood up from his place and walked closer until it was close enough. It squatted down in front of you and now you were able to identify the person clearly. "Hoseok..?" You said with unbelief.

He smirked at you. "Good morning princess." He said smiling. "Hope you slept well." Then you noticed the pain in your neck, shoulders and lower back. How long had you been tied to this chair for? You asked yourself. "You've been out for a pretty long time." Hoseok answered before you could even ask. "I hope my men weren't too rough on you." He said letting out a chuckle and standing back up to walk back towards his chair. He picked up an envelope from next to him and gave it to the man on his left. "Here, split it between you and the other guy. You did a great job." He told the man before he left the room, leaving only you and Hoseok.

"W-Where am I?" You asked. Your voice still a bit husk. "Is this xxx street? Your hide out here in Busan after you escaped?" You asked making Hoseok only laugh.

"Oh you wish sweetheart. Busan was just a distraction to get that tech guy of yours and your men off of my tail. We're in Ulsan right now." He told you. "I must admit... Your men are good at finding me but remember, I'm always a step ahead." He said. You looked at him and scoffed. "Asshole..." You muttered under your breath. "I heard that." Hoseok answered.

"Good, glad you know." You told him. He sighed and shoved his chair a bit closer before leaning forward, his arms resting on his thighs. "Tss, even bounded to a chair you still are a furry." He said. "Do you know why I brought you here Miss y/n?" You stayed quiet, clenching your teeth. "I brought you here because I got a proposition for you."

You scoffed. "And what may that be? You're gonna turn yourself in to me and let me torture you?" You asked nonchalantly.

He shook his head and hissed. "Aish, such a beautiful face but such a dirty mouth." He said, leaning back again. "You know the Choi clan right?" He asked. You scoffed. "Of course I know the Choi clan. Who doesn't? They're the biggest mafia out here in South-Korea. My father's mafia's greatest enemy."

Hoseok nodded. "Indeed. We've been already trying for years to stop them but without success."

"And what does all this got to do with me?" You asked him, not impressed by his little talk about the Choi's.

"I need your help." He said, a serious gaze on his face. "I need you to tell us everything you know about the Choi clan and help us arrest them. There is no better view over a mafia as the view of a mafia boss itself." You looked aside, out of the window. Now only noticing you were at a house right next to some low cliffs ending at the sea. You laughed. "And what's in that for me? I can help you but you're probably gonna arrest me afterwards anyways. So why should I bother?" You looked back at him.

He nodded, following your path of thinking. "I knew you would say that. Here's the deal. You help us destroy the Choi clan and I guarantee you won't go to prison. It's that simple." He said, standing up and walking around your chair. You wanted to say something but Hoseok was first. "And I know you're gonna refuse but think for a second... You have no where to run y/n." He stood now right behind you. He leaned in closer towards your right ear. "I got bombs all over your places." Then he switched to your left ear. "And I got you, tied to chair here right now. So either you're going to help or I turn you in right now and then you can say bye bye to your little mafia life." He said.

You scoffed. You wanted to protest but you knew he was right. He had you completely in the palm of his hand. There was no escape from him. "I give you three days starting today to decide whether you're in our out. In that time," He said, cutting the rope that was holding your hands together. "You are free to stand and walk wherever you want but," He said, turing towards your front and also cutting through the ropes at your feet. "You don't go off this domain. You'll stay at the house or at least in its presence. I have guards all over this place so don't you dare escape. Cuz things won't end well if you do" He spoke lowly, standing up while you pulled your hands to your chest, rubbing your sour wrists. The skin a deep red colour from where the rope had been a while ago.

You watched as he walked towards the door at the back of the room. "I'll stay here too. Come see me whenever you made your decision. I hope you enjoy your stay here." He turned his head towards you one last time, giving you a big grin before turning back around and walking out of the room leaving you all alone.

Already one day and one night had past and you still hadn't made your decision. You know going in on Hoseok's decision was your only option so far but you couldn't stop thinking if there maybe was another way. If your men maybe could get you out of here without Hoseok's deal involving. Should you go accept Hoseok's deal? Maybe. Where you stubborn? ... Hell yes. You don't like to lose and give in to others. So this time you also didn't want to just give into him. You couldn't. You were the boss of a big mafia! You shouldn't bow for just anyone.

That day you didn't talk to Hoseok at all. You did see each other sometimes and ate meals together but that would always be in complete silence. You expected Hoseok to annoy you but surprisingly he didn't. After lunch Hoseok left the house for the first time since you were here leaving you all alone. (The bodyguards are still there so dw, you can't escape that easy ;)).

That night when Hoseok came back he was so frustrated. You could see it at his behaviour as you were both eating dinner together at a rather late hour, you must admit. "What's wrong?" You asked. If you had to stay here for a few days you could at least make it a bit less awkward between the two of you.

Hoseok looked up at you. Surprised that you actually started a conversation with him after ignoring his existence in this house for at least 24 hours. "So you haven't lost your voice yet? That's a relief." He joked.

You sighed. "I'm serious Hoseok. What's wrong?" You tried again, trying to be as friendly as possible es hard as it was. He looked at you confused as for why you would care for him. "It's nothing you should concern about." He stated before starting to eat again.

You sighed. "Look, I know we're enemies and We both know we can't stand each other for one bit but... If I need to stay here for the few days ahead I want to make it at least a bit more comfortable for both of us. So..." You swallowed your proud and stubbornness as you said the following lines. "So, if something is wrong then please don't hesitate to come talk to me. I'm here for you ok?" You cringed at stating your own words but this was something you needed to do. Not only to make it more comfortable but also to earn Hoseok's trust. Maybe it could come in handy later on. You never know.

Hoseok nodded at your request. "I will princess." You wanted to snap at him giving you that nickname again but you quickly figured out you better shouldn't. Hoseok knew you were holding yourself in for not going all furry on him and he loved it. He loved making you all worked up and angry. Besides that fact that you were a dangerous mafia boss you were also a very pretty woman. No denying that. And seeing you all worked up and going all furry on him made him feel some kind of things.

"I'm a bit tired." Hoseok stated after a while. "I'll go get some sleep. You should do the same." He said, shoving his chair backwards and getting up from his seat. "And don't forget to think about my proposition Y/n. It's a very good and reasonable deal if you think about it throughly. I hope you can state me your decision tomorrow. But for now, goodnight." He said and then left towards his room.

After you were done eating you also left towards your room to get some good night rest. You sat onto your bed after putting on some sleep wear. You sighed as you thought about your situation. You really felt stuck. You couldn't contact anyone since you didn't have your phone. Hoseok must have hidden it when you were unconscious. your men also haven't been looking for you yet either... Did they even knew in what kind of situation you were right now? Did Tae knew? Would he be worried right now since you haven't texted him yet in these 2 days you've already gone missing?

You let out a deep sigh as questions kept filling your mind. It made you crazy! But suddenly all worries were blown away, out of your mind, as you felt two arms wrap around your frame from behind and two lips placing a delicate kiss onto your neck. Your eyes widened in shock. You quickly looked at your side only to lock eyes with someone you didn't expect.

Hoseok.

He softly smiled at you. "Hey princess." He said, smiling softly. "W-What are you doing here?!" You asked while getting out of the man's grip and standing up from the bed. Why was he here? Why did he touched you like that? Why did he acted so... sweet?

Hoseok tilted his head to the side and looked you up and down, smirking and biting his lip. "Couldn't sleep." He said.

You looked confused at him. He couldn't sleep? So why did he came here then? Out of all places why here? In your room? "So?" You said.

He let out a small chuckle and stood up from the bed, making slow steps forwards, closer to you, making you taking steps backwards until your body hit the wall. No where to run now.

Hoseok placed his hands at both sides of your head, against the wall. "Listen up my lady, I can't sleep and it seems like you can't sleep either, so what do you say about having some fun together hm?" He asked, his eyes scanning your face for some kind of reaction before resting on your perfect shaped lips. God, it drove him wild. Those delicious luscious lips...

You looked at him in shock. Was he really asking what you thought he was asking?! Was he referring to sex? "You tried to slap him in the face but he caught your hand on time and pinned it against the wall making you gasp. You must admit it was kinda hot, seeing his fast reflexes.

He pushed closer against you, one of his legs pushed between yours, his knee against your princess parts, his chest pressed against yours. You swallowed as you looked into his deep brown eyes. You could see they were filled with lust. Completely the opposite of how you both would look at each other a day ago.

God, it made you feel things... That lust filled gaze of him. And his knee, pressed against your core didn't made it any easier. "What will it be love? I don't have all night. I know we're supposed to be enemies but I remember a certain person saying we should get more comfortable around each other and that I was always welcome. Do you still remember that princess?" He asked you and you nodded. You didn't knew what was wrong with you but Hoseok's sudden dominant behaviour got the best of you.

He leaned even more closer towards you, your noses brushing against each other, his lips so close to yours and yet they didn't touch. "What do you want princess? Tell me..." He said, and with those final last words you lost it.

"You" You answered him almost immediately. Without hesitation Hoseok started to kiss you and you surrendered completely to him. You kissed him back and Hoseok let go of your hand that was still pinned against the wall. Your arms fell onto his shoulders. You pulled him closer, deepening the kiss some more, your fingers playing with the locks at the back of his hair. Hoseok bite and sucked at your bottom lip until you finally opened your mouth allowing him inside. Hoseok slipped his tongue inside and started to play with yours. You both moaned into the kiss as it got really steamy and messy. "Fuck Y/n- I didn't knew you could kiss that well." Hoseok stated, breathing heavily between kisses. You smirked. "Had lots of practise in the past i guess." You answered before he guided your leg around his hips, his mouth smashing against yours again in a hot kiss. He slapped your thigh two times, asking you to jump which you gladly did. You wrapped both of your legs around Hoseok's waist, not breaking the kiss as he takes you with him towards the bed.

When he hit the bed frame with his feet he slowly sat down, making you sit on top of his lap. You grinned against him, never breaking the kiss. Soft moans and groans coming out of both of your mouths. Hoseok let go of your lips only to wrap them around your jaw and throat. You moaned, grinding harder against him as he found your sweet spot. "Fuck Hobi-" Without you realising a cute nickname slipped out for the man under you. Hoseok stopped kissing for a while looking up at you. "What- What did you just say?" He asked, already half out of breath from your make-out session.

You blushed as you bite your lip, looking away in embarrassment. Hoseok took a hold of your chin and made you look at him again. "Hey, Look at me while I'm talking. Now answer me princess." He said. "What did you just call me." It sounded more like an order now then a question.

"H-Hobi..." You said quietly. It was quiet for a second. Hoseok just stared at you as he took in your words. Then he suddenly grinned, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. "Cute..." You could hear him whisper under his breath before he pecked your lips. Then he went down again, kissing and napping at your sweet spot. You were sure it was going to leave a bruise later on but right now you didn't mind. Your brain was a haze, your body felt hot and you were so wet down there.

His hands kept roaming your body. From caressing your back to gripping your hips, to grind you more and harder against him, grouping your ass and so on. His hands found their way under you shirt and he pushed it up to get it off of you. You helped him getting it off making him stare at your red laced bra afterwards holding onto your breasts.

He grouped them into his hands, squeezing them softly while you just watched. You knew you shouldn't love all this right now and you knew you surely shouldn't do it with him but you couldn't resist it. And besides, it had been so long since you've had dick. And from what you could feel in his pants right now he got one on the larger size.

You bite your lip as you looked at him getting one breast out of your bra, his thumb caressing over the little but making you whimper. He looked at you, giving you a lazy smirk before he attached his mouth to your breast. He let his tongue roll over your nipple, now and then sucking on it, making them go even harder. His other hand still working on your other breast before he switched sides. Now your left nipple in his mouth and his fingers playing and pinching the other one. While he was busy sucking your tits he unbuckled your bra, making it fall onto your lap. You slept your arms out of the straps and threw it aside.

When you turned your head back towards him his lips met yours again in a quick but deep kiss. "Now love... It has been so long since I've had a woman so close to me. So what would you say of making me feel your mouth, huh? Would you do that for me princess?" He said, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip before slipping onto your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and started to suck on his finger. It may look strange but it kinda comforted you, making you feel smaller and wanting to submit more to him. Letting him take full control.

You nodded as an answer and smiled, getting his thumb out of your mouth. "Now," he said. "Get on your knees love."

He pulled down his pants and boxers as you sat down on the floor, his dick springing free standing tall and red. He was so ready for you. You licked your lips before kissing his length. Starting at the bottom and making your way towards his already leaking top. When you got at the top you started to take him inside of you, making him groan as you suck on his tip, your tongue rolling over the little slit. "Fuck-, that feels so good princess. Keep going." He said, closing his eyes and putting his hand behind him leaning on his strong arms as he felt his body melt under your touch. After teasing the tip for a while you tried to slowly bob your head up and down, every time when you're going down taking an inch more into your mouth until you couldn't anymore. The part that didn't fit into your mouth you stimulated with your hand, moving it up and down in a steady motion with your head.

Hoseok grasped onto your hair out of pleasure, pulling it softly and getting it out of your face. He wanted to see your face while you pleasured him so well. You were such a good girl for him. So good... He never expected for you to go in on his proposal of having a one night stand for tonight but he loved how turned on you got from him and how submissive you got after you acted like such a brat earlier. He liked to get you worked up and make you go all furry to him but having you now submit to him did something to him. He had been watching you for already so long and now he had you for him alone he couldn't drop the chance and just rushed to your room.

Hoseok felt himself getting close as you went bit faster, your droll already rolling over his dick and towards his balls, your eyes getting teary but you didn't cry. "I'm close baby." He told you. "I'ma cum in your warm little mouth and you're gonna swallow it all. You're my good girl after all, isn't it?" He asked and you nodded.

You loved to be a brat but for some reason hearing Hoseok call you a good girl made you want to please him in all kind of ways. You wanted to be his good girl and his only. You loved his small praises, the cute nicknames he gave you and that irresistible smirk of him whenever you did something he loved or when he had a little plan up in that head of his. In other words he made you go crazy for him.

A few more thrusts and he finally came, tinting the walls of your mouth white. And just like he asked you, you swallowed it all, showing him afterwards. "Good girl. Did so well princess." He praised you again and you smiled up at him as he held your chin, pulling you back up.

He sat you back on his lap and kissed your lips, tasting himself before flipping you over onto your back, on top of the soft mattress. You gasp as he does so.

He grins and hovers over you, ghosting his lips over yours for a while making you hungry for more until he finally kissed you again. He kissed over your jaw and behind your ear. "Princess, I want you to turn around for me." He whispered before biting your ear playfully and getting up so you could turn around for him. You did as he said and turned around now laying on your stomach. He slowly looked you up and down, his hand gliding over your half naked body until he stops at your ass. He helps you out of your pants and panties, throwing them aside. After that he also gets off his remaining clothes before hovering over you again, leaving soft kisses on your shoulders. You whimpered as you felt his hard dick poking your asscheeks. You had been so wet this whole time. Your pussy was craving for some attention.

Hoseok chuckled deeply as he felt you grind against him. "Such a slut for me princess. Your body is just begging me to get touched." He said making you whimper a second time.

But luckily you didn't have to wait long or his full length was already inside you. You moaned as he filled you up so well. "Fuck-" Hoseok breathed out. Because you were already so wet for him he slipped right in and he didn't expected that. But it wasn't like you were to loose. You still felt so tight. It was like your little cunt was just made for him.

He pulled it out before pushing it back in, making you both moan simultaneously this time. You both felt so good. No words to describe it.

When Hoseok started to move for real this time he didn't hold back. He didn't really wait for you to adjust to him (not that you needed to) and started to thrust at an already rapid pace. Moans and groans filled the room as Hoseok was ramming into your pussy like crazy. Right now you felt like you were on cloud nine and on Hoseok's side it was just the same. You both had no thoughts at that moment, the only thing on your minds is how good the other's body felt against your own.

After a short while you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. Meaning you were close. Hoseok could feel it at how tight your pussy became. Sometimes pulsating, driving him crazy. "I-I'm c-close-" You said to him between moans and heavy breaths.

As you told him that he suddenly seemed to stop making your groan and whimper. "Hoseooookkkk-" You were whining, not liking his warm flesh leaving you wet and aching hole. But before anything else he flipped you around and pushed back in. You moaned.

"Want to see your face." He said. "Wanna see how good I make you feel." He stated before slowly starting to trust again, his eyes never leaving your face, taking in every detail, every new expression that took place on that oh so beautiful face. He speed up a bit, seeing your expression change again and hearing your moans getting louder. Like before you ached around him, getting tighter and tighter as that wave of pleasure came back, bringing you close to pure ecstasy. "Cum for me sweetheart." Hoseok said as he felt himself getting close as well.

As like his words were the magic spell your body was waiting to hear you both came undone, Hoseok's mouth devouring yours again, muffling your moans as you came. You both stayed in that position for a while, your lips still attached against each other as Hoseok spilled his load inside of you until his dick softened down again and slipped out. You whimpered at the loss.

Hoseok gave you a last peck on the lips before getting off of you and laying on his back beside you, staring up at the ceiling. "That... Was amazing." He said out of breath. You laughed and nodded. "That was indeed." You answered him. "It has been so long since I had such good sex." You admitted. "Me too, princess. Me too..."

"You're on the pill, right?" Hoseok suddenly asked, turning his head towards you. "Why you asking?" "Well, we didn't use a condom. I hope you don't mind." Hoseok said, blushing a bit and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. How was this the man the one that ever took control over you a while ago?

"I don't take the pill but I got a spiral implanted. So no need to worry about getting me pregnant." You told him. He nodded and then stared back at the ceiling. He suddenly laughed. "What?" You asked turning towards him. He shook his head. "Was just thinking of something.." "Tell me." He played on his side and looked at you. "You know what they say about keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" He asked, a playful smile on his face. "Well I think this way we're definitely keeping our enemies closer." He winked at you and you scoffed, a little smile creeping through.

And that's how you both ended up talked a bit that night until you felt your body getting tired and just fell asleep.

Opening your eyes the next morning it seems you were the first one awake. You tossed around and laid on your other side facing the still fast asleep man next to you. You smiled as he looked so soft while sleeping. So... harmless. You smiled as you looked at him, admiring his cute, puffy face he made while sleeping. How could anyone want to hurt this man?

You shook your head. Did- Did I just think that?! You asked yourself. Get him out of your head Y/n! He's supposed to be your enemy! You told yourself. But yesterday night was just so... You bite your lip as you thought back about yesterday night. Maybe... Just maybe you could trust this man for once. Maybe it was ok to let go for just a little while.

You thought back about his proposition. You didn't knew if yesterday night was one of his plans to get you to follow him into his idea or not but this morning you finally made your decision. You were gonna take Hoseok's offer. It's not like you had any other plans, right?

Before you knew it the men next to you woke up and when he saw you were awake he smiled, closing his eyes and yawning, stretching his muscular arms. "Morning.." He said softly in his deep morning voice. God, you were such a simp for that voice from now on. "Morning." You answered him. You got a bit shocked as the boy leaned in and softly pecked your lips.

Hoseok looked at your shocked face and let out a small giggle before turning onto his back and looking up at the ceiling taking a deep breath. "Last night was... amazing." He said. You nodded but of course he couldn't see it so you answered him afterwards. "Yeah.." You said softly. "Hoseok?" You asked and he turned his face sideways so he could see you, a soft smile plastered onto his face. "Please call me Hobi." He said. You blushed as you remembered you accidentally calling him that last night.

You gave him a small awkward smile and a soft nod. "H-Hobi?" You tried again. "What is it angel?" He asked. Angel... Well that was a new nickname to add to the list. He hadn't called you angel before. You kinda liked it... Stop it! Stop thinking about it Y/n! You internally sighed. Why did he made you feel like this??

"Y/n?" Hoseok called out your name as he saw you were caught in thoughts all of a sudden. "Huh?" You said as you heard his voice. "Oh.." You looked at him and bite your lip before deciding to be bold and sit a bit up. One hand holding you up and one softly wrapped around Hoseok's naked chest under the blanket. You softly let your fingers glide over the warm skin. "I just wanna say... I'm in." You told him, not really wanna admit it but your heart said it was the only right thing to do and your brain said it was the only option to do.

Hoseok looked at you a bit confused before understanding it. "You're for real?" He asked shocked and you nodded. "I will help you catch the Choi's. I already kinda know how too I think..." You said. You looked up at him and Hoseok was smiling at you. He softly started to pet your head. "You made the right decision. I'm glad you decided to cooperate." You don't know why but hearing Hoseok saying you did well made you feel all giddily and good around him. And on top of that the pats he was giving you... You felt like you were in heaven. You may look and sometimes act like a real bitch, well- actually most of the time-, but somewhere inside there you were just a soft girl.

Hoseok let out a deep breath getting you both out of your silent trance you both seemed to be in. "We should go get some clothes on and then we can discuss further details." He said and you nodded, unwrapping your arm from around him and laying back down so he could get up.

Once you both showered and were fully dressed again you sat together at the table to discuss your plan. "So, you said you had something in mind right?" Hoseok asked and you nodded. "Tell me."

"Well," You started off. "You probably already know Mr Choi has two daughters" Hoseok nodded. "but did you knew he also had a son?" You asked and Hoseok looked at you confused. "We've been through those files multiple times. He had a son. He died 10 years ago." Hoseok said, grabbing the file and showing you.

You smirked and shook your head. "That's the part he made you guys see. The rumour goes that he's still alive." You said and Hoseok looked at you in shock. "How is that possible?"

You grinned. "I don't know either but apparently he is. About this... there is good and bad news. What you wanna hear first?" You asked Hoseok. "Good first." He answered.

"Very well then. The good news is, they guy should be in Korea. Multiple people keep saying he's still here and have seen him. It has also been confirmed with pictures. Now the bad news... We have no idea how he looks like. We have witnesses but no descriptions or clear pics of his face."

"So he could be anyone..." Hoseok said and you nodded. "Exactly." "And what has this son to do with getting the Choi's?" Hoseok suddenly asked.

"Well, get the son and you get to the father! People say they still see each other once a year. You said you couldn't get your hands onto Mr Choi? Well he's your chance." You said.

Hoseok seemed lost in thoughts as he looked at the documents in front of him. "But how are we going to find him?" He asked. "There live thousands of people here in Korea." He stated.

You smirked. "I got the perfect solution for that."

A few hours of convincing Hoseok and taking a plain back to Seoul and you were standing again at your own house. More specifically, Taehyung's workspace. "So you are sure this guy can find Choi's son?" Hoseok asked you for the already umpteenth time. You sighed. "For the last time Hope, Taehyung is the best. This guy here gets everything done." You said earning a grin from Taehyung himself who was seated at his usual place, behind his computers. "Well, thanks for the compliment Y/n." He said. "And Hoseok, don't worry. I'll find this guy. It's not because you failed that I will." He gave Hoseok a quick wink making him scoff.

How does he even has the audacity. Hoseok thought. "Good luck man." Hoseok said before walking out of the room with you, leaving Taehyung alone to do his job.

"So what do we do in the meanwhile?" Hoseok asked you. "We just relax a bit. There's not much we can do anyways." You told him. And before you knew it you had let him to your bedroom. (Not for what you think you pervs out there.😏 It's not always about sex.)

You sat down on your bed as Hoseok admired your room, standing still at some pictures. "Is that you?" He asked, holding up one in particular. You smiled and nodded, thinking back about old good memories. "That's me and my mom." You said as you thought back about her. Her soft hands, her warm smile. You missed her a lot. "What happened to her?" Hoseok asked; like he could read you expression. "Cancer..." You answered. "Dad was so broken after she died." You looked up from the picture at Hoseok again, giving him a sad smile. "It's not because we are feared mafia's that we don't know what true love is. What mom and dad had... Was something special. They really loved each other." You said.

Hoseok put the picture back down and walked over to you, sitting down next to you and holding your fragile frame. "I wish she was still here. She was a wonderful woman." You said as Hoseok softly caressed your head. "She told me I should always follow my heart."

Hoseok pulled back from the embrace and gave you a small reassuring smile. You don't know why but your body seemed to react on it and you started to smile back at him. You didn't knew how you became from being enemies only a few days ago to feeling so close to him now but it felt good and you kinda didn't want to let go of that feeling.

Hoseok put a strand of hair behind your face before speaking. "Y/n, what would you think of getting out of this... mafia live of yours? Just start a new life, a better one. Maybe even go start a family." He said.

You laughed ad shook your head. "I can't do that... I maybe had a choice as a kid but after my father died and I took over... I can't just leave like that. And besides... Some people here are like family to me. I can't just leave them." You told him.

"What if you could?"

Before you could answer him, the door to your bedroom opened. "Boss! I didn't knew you were already back and oh- You found him?! Do I need to get the guards?" Marcus asked after storming in.

You smiled and turned towards Marcus. "No need Marcus. It's alright. I made a deal with Mr Jung here so from now on he won't be our prisoner anymore. He will be our guest. And besides, I already told you to just call me by your name. You're not just anyone Marcus. You were my father's friend. So please be comfortable and just see me as a friend too." You said, earning a smile back from him. "Sure Y/n. Do you guys need anything?" He asked and you shook your head. "Not really but thank you Marcus. I'll see you later downstairs." You told him and with that he left your room again.

"Marcus?" Hoseok asked and you turned back to him. You nodded. "My father saved him a few years ago when I was still a kid. Since then he had been my father's most trusted man and also his friend. After he died he swore to protect his family no matter what. So that's how he became my wing man now." You told him and Hoseok nodded. "I see.."

You sighed and stood up. "Well... I should go downstairs now. Marcus is probably waiting for me. You can stay here until I come back our just room around a bit in the house. Whatever you like." You told him and he nodded. "see you later Hobi!" You said with a smile as you walked towards the door. Hoseok smiled back, even happier as he heard you used the little nickname again. "See you later." He said before you finally walked out of the door.

"Ok... explain to me Y/n why that guy is just randomly relaxing in your room?" Marcus asked you once you were both sitting downstairs on the sofa. "Well Marcus, Like I told you, I made a deal with Mr. Jung." "Are you crazy?!" Marcus yelled. "That's like making a deal with the devil!"

"Calm down!" You yelled back at him, making him shut his mouth and sit back down. "Now let me explain." You d-said, fixing your hair. "When I was in Busan I bumped into Hoseok like planned. We... had a little encounter afterwards." You said, thinking back about how he kidnapped you but afterwards how he could pleasure you so well. You swallowed, stopping your thoughts and licking your dry lips. "Then Hoseok came with a proposition. His agency is after the Choi's. Even more then after us. He promised if we helped he would leave us alone afterwards." You explained to the man in front of you.

"And what makes you think he's speaking the truth?" Marcus asked you. You stared into the distance, a small smile forming onto your mouth. "I believe Hobi." You said.

Marcus looked at you with questionable eyes. "H-hobi?" He asked. You swallowed, eyes in shock. Did you just said that out loud?! You looked at Marcus. "I-" How were you going to explain this? "What happened back in Busan?" Marcus asked. "Nothing just-... I was tired of him giving me those little nicknames so I gave him one to annoy him too! Yeah! That's it." You said, a nervous giggle afterwards. You hoped he didn't suspected anything.

Marcus nodded. "Alright then.." He said, dropping the topic. "And besides, Imagine. For so long the Choi's have been at the top of Korea's mafia. Once they're down we're the new number one. We'll finally stand at the top Marcus! How wonderful is that!" You told him enthusiastic. Marcus nodded. "That's... Indeed great!" You frowned your eyebrows. You expected Marcus to be the most enthusiastic out of the two of you. "Is everything alright?" You asked him.

He cleared his throat. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. I was just worried about you. What if something happens to you. I still can't trust that Hoseok guy." He said. You gave him a soft smile, placing your hand on top of his. "Don't worry Marcus. I got this." And with that you stood up and walked out. "By the way Marcus," You said, turning around one last time. "Can you go check how Taehyung's work is going and give me an update on it? It's quite important and I only trust you with it." You told him. He nodded. "Of course. I'll go check right away boss!"

When you came back to your room you were surprised that Hoseok was still there. It was like he never left. "I thought you would've already went off to go explore the place." You said as you walked in. Hoseok looked up at you. "Neah, not really. I rather stay here. It's quiet here." He said, laying back onto the bed.

You went to sit at the edge of the bed and looked outside the big window in your room. Suddenly you felt Hoseok's hand grabbing yours and to Hoseok's surprise you laced your fingers with his. He smiled, looking at your face as it looked beautiful to him with the current lighting coming from your windows. You hair already got a bit messy from walking around all over the place all day. You may have been a target for him at first but right now, the only thing he could think about calling you was his angel. That's how you looked in Hoseok's eyes like an angel still trapped into the claws of the devil... The mafia. If he only could get you out of this life and give you a better one. "Leave this place with me tonight."

You turned your head towards Hoseok as these words came out of his mouth. "What?" "You heard me." Hoseok said, sitting back up and sitting a bit closer towards you. "Leave this place with me. Y/n, I can see this is no life for you... I promise I can give you a better one." Hoseok said, looking deep into your eyes. You suddenly felt all naked, like Hoseok could look right through you and into your soul. It's not like you loved the mafia but it also wasn't like you hated it.

"How...?" You quietly asked. "I already told you it's not that easy..." You said, looking down at your still intertwined hands. "Let's just leave this place tonight. No one will know. And we'll see what happens afterwards." Hoseok pushed your chin back up with his free hand. "Look at me Y/n. Do you trust me?" Hoseok asked.

You thought for a second, nervously chewing on your lip. Eventually you nodded your head. You knew you couldn't deny anymore what was happening between you and Hoseok. You knew it all went quick but there was just this sparkle between you and from today on you couldn't unseen it anymore.

Hoseok smiled at your response. "Good. So please Y/n, please come with me." He said, leaning in closer and delicately kissing your lips. You nodded. "A-alright. Let's get out of here tonight. But... I can't leave Taehyung here behind. I need him to go with us. He's my best friend Hope... We grew up together."

Hoseok looked you into the eyes while playing with your hand. "You're sure you can trust him enough to let him come with us?" He asked and you nodded. "I'm a hundred percent sure of it." Hoseok nodded. "Ok then. Go tell him. We'll leave at 3am. Everyone should be asleep by then."

And so as planned you went to speak to Taehyung. You told him the plan and of course he supported you in your decision. He was glad you asked him to go with you. He joked around saying' if Hoseok didn't take you away from here I would'. You laughed at him but then he started to question you about Hoseok and then the blushing and stuttering came. Of course, as the good friends you are, you told him about how you felt something towards the boy but wasn't quiet sure jet but it just felt right. As last you also talked about who the son of the Choi's could be but Taehyung only said it was difficult and he didn't knew yet.

After your little chat with Taehyung and bumping into Marcus inside the hall you were finally back in your room, making everything ready together with Hoseok. "Go get some rest Y/n." Hoseok said, packing the last of your things. You didn't intended to take much with you but no matter what Hoseok insisted he would help you pack. With the small bag finally packed you lay down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You heard Hoseok close the zipper of the back before feeling the mantras getting heavy next to you. "I am surprised I'm doing this... A few days ago I wouldn't even have thought of escaping this life. I was so focused on making my parents proud..." You said before scooping a bit closer towards Hoseok, resting your head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around you. "No matter what you do, I think your parents will always be proud of you Y/n. Now go sleep. You got a few hours." He said, kissing the top of your head.

"Goodnight Hope."

"Goodnight Y/n."

While you slept Hoseok didn't close an eye. He stayed awake all night, staring at you and also keeping the guard. He knew it may be foolish of him but there was someone in this house Hoseok didn't trust. And that was Marcus. Marcus had always been a strange figure in Hoseok's eyes and today it only got worse.

Hoseok lied to you when you asked him if he stayed in your room the whole time you were gone. In fact, Hoseok went to look for Taehyung. He had something in mind and the only one that could confirm it was him.

"Taehyung, can you look into someone for me?" Hoseok asked as he walked into Taehyung's office. "Who do you need me to look for?" The guy asked, looking at him from behind his desk. "I want you to get some research done on that Marcus guy."

Taehyung looked at him in shock. "Marcus? Why?" He asked, genuinely confused. "I don't trust him at all and I need to confirm something..." Hoseok said, standing behind Taehyung, looking at the screens.

"Marcus has been friends with Y/n's father for so long. Why wouldn't you trust him?" Taehyung said. "You don't think that-" Taehyung broke his own sentence into a silence as he finally understood what Hoseok was looking for. Hoseok nodded. "I think he's our man."

And just like he had thought Taehyung confirmed it that evening. Marcus was indeed the person you guys had been looking for. He was the son of the one and only Mr. Choi. But what would the son of a filthy rich mafia boss do in their enemies house? Hoseok could only think of one thing...

Then a bullet shot through the window and got caught by the opposite wall. Hoseok shook you awake. "Y/n wake up! Plans have changed, we need to go now!" You immediately woke up and you both stood up from the bed, only to hear another two gunshots. You both quickly laid flat on the ground. "W-what is that?" You asked, still halve asleep and confused. "They're here to kill you Y/n."

"What?!" You asked confused. "Who would possibly want to kill me?!" Again shots and Hoseok pulled you with him inside your closet. No windows there so the shutters don't know where to shoot anymore. Then a door opened giving you the answer to your question. "Well, hello hello!"

You looked at Hoseok in shock recognising the voice. Was that Marcus?! Hoseok put his finger in front of his lips telling you to not make any noise.

"Where are you little princess? I know you're somewhere in here~" Marcus said as you heard him walk around the room. "I know your lover boy is with you too." He said.

"You know... I wished things would've gone other ways but you just leave me no choice Y/n. You're just like your father." He said before shooting at the ceiling, making you jump a bit.

But what did he mean, just like your father? "You know the day your father died... It was my doing. He tried to escape too and just like you now, he left me no choice but to kill him right there and then."

You placed your hand over your mouth in shock. Your body was trembling while tears were threatening to leave your eyes. Marcus killed your father? But why would he ever do that? They were like best friends. Hoseok took your trembling body in his arms, shushing you quietly while he was eagerly looking for a way out of here.

Marcus started to speak again. "I know you're probably wondering... 'Oh why did you kill my daddy Marcus? Weren't you like best friends?' " Marcus said, trying to imitate your voice. "Well dear, It may look like we were friends but I am his worst nightmare. Your worst nightmare!" You heard him push a closet on the ground, making a hella loud noice. "You know who I am Y/n? Why doesn't Hoseok tell you, huh?" You looked at Hoseok confused. What would he know you didn't? "I am Marcus Choi. The son of the biggest, most feared mafia boss." Then a maniac laughter could be heard from him. "Wasn't it a great idea from me to infiltrate your little mafia and bring it down? After the accident happened everyone thought I died but I didn't, what caused me to be in the most ideal position. I thought when your father died I finally made an end to the Lee's but then you showed up from your house in the US and took over!" This time a vase could be heard shattering onto the ground. "Of course daddy's little girl had to take over business! Now where are you Y/n! Cut the crab and come out already!" Marcus yelled.

Hoseok slammed the door open as on clue and run with you towards the door as Marcus tried to shoot at the both of you. Luckly no bullet caught you. Or so you thought... "Hoseok! Your shoulder!" You said while you were running through the halls. "I'm alright. We need to get to Taehyung first to warn him and then get the hell out of here." He said. You looked at his shoulder and let go of his hand. "You'll need your hand to put pressure on that wound." You said.

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU BITCH!!"

You quickly opened the door and ran into Taehyung's room as you heard Marcus yell from upstairs. "Taehyung!" You yelled as you run towards him and hugged him. He hugged you back. "I heard gunshots, what's happening?" He asked, letting go of you. Then he looked at Hoseok and his arm that was covered in blood. "Fuck that looks bad..." He said. "Is it Marcus?!" He asked and Hoseok nodded. "He somehow must have heard us talking about escaping. We need to go now."

"COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!"

Marcus voice could be heard closer and closer. "He's getting near." You said. The panic could be seen in your eyes as you looked at the two boys. "You two need to get out of here as fast as possible." Taehyung said. "And what about you?!" You asked and he gave you a soft smile. "We can't escape with all of us. Marcus knows this place too well. He'll catch onto us in no time. You go and I'll distract him."

"But what if he hurts you like he did to Hoseok?!" You asked concerned. "Don't worry about me Y/n. I'll be alright. I always am in the end. Just trust me ok?" Leave the house and I'll make sure you escape safely." He said.

"He's right Y/n. We got to go now." Hoseok said as he pulled at your arm. You gave Taehyung one last glance. He smiled and nodded, like he was saying 'it's alright. It's all gonna be fine.' And so you trusted him on that and left with Hoseok through the front door.

"THERE YOU ARE!" Marcus yelled from the top of the stairs aiming his gun towards you but shot into the door because Hoseok could close it on time. A tear left your eye as you thought of Taehyung being inside there with that maniac. You were so scared of what Marcus could do to Taehyung. Then you saw the house go into lockdown. You knew this was Taehyung's doing and it was also a sign for you and Hoseok to leave.

"Where are your cars Y/n?" Hoseok asked. "Right there, behind that corner." you told him as you both ran towards the garages. You opened one and got inside the car as fast as possible, Hoseok behind the steering wheel. "Buckle up!" He said and then started the engine. But before you could ride away a shot was heard. You both looked at the side, it was Marcus. Somehow he managed to escape the house and he just shot one of your tiers. This was no good. "You both looked at him in shock as he aimed the gun towards you two again. Fear in both of your eyes this time as you had no where to run to now. You were so scared knowing this could be your last moment.

You still had so many things you wanted to do. You want to stop this mafia shit, make more times to spend with friends and family and most important of all, start a new better life with the one you loved... Hoseok. As you were so concentrated you didn't saw Taehyung stumble out of the house all beaten up by the hooligan in front of you.

You closed your eyes in fear of what would come and then it finally came. Two gunshots could be heard.

...But strangely they never reached you nor Hoseok. You opened your eyes again and saw Marcus coughing up blood before falling down onto the floor. Someone had shot him. Then from everywhere around the building and bushes men with guns appeared. Hoseok rushed out of the car and towards the men. You looked at your saviours in shock as Hoseok talked to them about something. Two persons went to check on the corps while Hoseok looked back and forth between you and then one he was taking to.

You decided to get out of the car as well and with small steps you walked towards Hoseok. He gave you a soft smile and then took you into a tight hug. "It's alright. It's all over now." He shushed you while caressing your hair as you cried into his chest from the chock and all the stress you had been going through tonight.

"Who is this Seok?" The man that was standing with Hoseok earlier asked. "This is Y/n. She was one of the people captured here by Marcus." Hoseok said. "I see... Can you both come testify one by one in a while?" The man asked. "Sheff, can we do it together? I don't think she's in a state to handle this on her own now." Hoseok stated and the guy nodded. "I give you 15min to calm down a bit. Come inside afterwards.

Once the guy left Hoseok let go off you and took a step back to look at you. "It's alright. Just take some deep breaths." You did as Hoseok said and it calmed you down a bit. "Now, I want you to let me speak when we get inside for the interrogation. If they know you're the boss of this whole mafia you hang." "They will put me in prison?!" You asked in shock and Hoseok shock his head. "No, no, no. I won't let that ever happen princess. Just let me do the talking and everything will be alright, ok?" He said and you nodded. "Ok.." "Good."

"Now... How did all these men come here?" You asked, confused on how Hoseok's men suddenly found your house. "I called them in. When you were talking to Marcus I went to Taehyung to search a bit more information about the man."

"You already knew... You didn't trusted him from the start." You said and Hoseok nodded. "I didn't trusted him indeed but I didn't knew. Well... I wasn't sure yet. So that's why I needed proof. Thanks to Taehyung's help I got it. I contacted my boss afterwards. I told them my location and everything they needed to know. My plan was to get you out first so they could storm in and clear this mess without you having to worry about it. I didn't knew he would come and try to kill you first..." Hoseok said, looking down. "I wanted to capture him to get to the Choi's as originally planned but then the shots and he tried to murder you and-"

"ssh," You said, placing your hands on both of Hoseok's cheeks. He looked up at you and you placed your forehead carefully against his. He calmed down a bit, taking a deep breath. "I'm here Hope. I'm right here. I'm still alive thanks to you. You did good by calling your troops here. Thank you for saving me." You said, smiling at him and he smiled back.

You took a deep breath yourself before both going inside for your interrogation. Like you discussed earlier outside Hoseok did the talking. He had to lie a bit for that but it was necessary to not get you in prison. He told them Marcus killed your dad and captured you afterwards. He told them Marcus took over and then caught him too. When you tried to escape today Marcus tried to kill you both and then the troops came in. That's the story Hoseok told the police. "Can you confirm this Ms. Lee?" The agent interrogating you asked. You nodded. "Yes it is. I have been captured by that battered for years until Hoseok finally came and saved me." You said, Hoseok squeezing your hand under the table as if wanting to tell you 'good job'.

After all that happened that day you still had to find a good story for Taehyung. After that was all done and Taehyung was completely healed again you and Hoseok decided to live together. Taehyung was so happy for the both of you. The only thing he ever wanted was to see his best friend happy and now he knew you finally were.

"Guess who?"

You laughed as you knew who these hands and voice belonged too. "Hoseok, we're the only one in the house right now. Of course it's you." You said giggling. It had been a year since what happened with Marcus and right now you were living happily with Hoseok in a villa at the beautiful coast of Italy.

Hoseok took his hands from around your eyes and went to sit next to your legs onto the sunbed you were currently on. You put off your sunglasses and looked at the man in front of you as he leaned in closer for a kiss. For the ones asking, yes you and Hoseok were a pair. A month after everything that happened and after recovering from the chock for a while Hoseok finally asked you to be his and without hesitating you said yes. And so you now both lived happily in each other's presence.

"I got a surprise for you." Hoseok said, pulling back from the kiss and smiling at you. He then pulled an envelope from behind his back. "What is that?" You asked. "Open it." He said, giving you the envelope. You opened it and pulled out two tickets for... "The opera? Is this real?!" Hoseok smiled and nodded. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so so so muchhhh!!" You said while hugging him happily. In that year of living together Hoseok slowly dithered out your love for opera and classical music so one day when he sat behind his computer he decided to get you a little present. "See it as an early birthday gift." Hoseok said as you let go of him and kissed him full on the lips. He laughed as he kissed you back, loving to see you so happy.

"It's tonight so I suggest you go pick a nice dress to wear because I know if I don't tell you now you'll take ages." You playfully hit his chest while he laughed. "It's true tho! Now go get ready, we leave at 6." He said. You stood up and got a smack onto your ass. "Yah-" You turned around and looked at him. He smiled and just put on his sunglasses laying down onto the sunned you payed on earlier, smirk on his face. "Go get ready! The longer you take the later it will get."

Once you and Hoseok were ready it was indeed almost time. "Told you, you always take a long time in the bathroom." Hoseok said, kissing your naked shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He checked you out through the mirror in front of you. "You look beautiful in that red off shoulder dress." He said and you smiled at him, kissing his cheek. "Thanks love. You don't look that bad yourself in that black suit with red tie." You turned around and playfully pulled on his tie, pulling him closer so you could kiss his lips. He kissed back, pushing you a bit backwards against the sink of your bathroom. "We should stop now or we won't even make it to the opera." Hoseok said, pulling away from you.

He did a step backwards and reached his arm towards you. "My lady," He said playfully. You laughed and wrapped your arm around his as you both walked out of the house and towards the car.

Once in the opera house Hoseok saw that sparkle in your eyes and it filled him with love and admiration for you. You looked so happy and it made him happy too. "Look how beautiful and classy it looks here! Wah." You said as you walked towards the giant stairs. "Did you knew that 'common people' always needed to sit at the low levels and that the rich sat at their private balcony? Until now it are still the most expansive places in the house." You told him, already walking towards the door that lead you towards the lower levels assuming your seats were there.

"Where do you think you're going?" Hoseok asked, pulling you back. "I'm going towards our seats?" You said questionable. "What else?"

Hoseok pulled you with him and onto the stairs. "Hoseok-" You said, looking at him in disbelieve while he pulled you with him up the stairs. "My princess only deserves the best." He said, kissing the top of your head before walking further through the hall on the second floor.

He opened a door with Hoseok's name written on and just like in every opera house there was your private balcony. "You really paid for all of this?!" You asked surprised while walking onto the small balcony, looking down at the podium a bit further. Hoseok went to stand behind you and held you as he admired the opera house with you.

You really were surprised at how he managed to pay for this. After leaving the mafia you of course also had to leave all the money behind. Mafia wasn't really legal so the money went towards the government who would do it's thing with it. You were already shocked at him Hoseok managed to buy the villa in Italy you were currently living in and now these expensive opera tickets?

"My job pays quite well Y/n. I think you sometimes underestimate my job as a secret agent love." He said, kissing your nape before letting go of you and sitting down in one of the chairs. "Come sit with me love." You went to sit down and as if on clue the lights dimmed and the show started.

"This was so good Hoseok! I loved it so much!" You said enthusiastically. The whole car it back home you couldn't stop talking about everything that evening. From the beautiful building to the lovely voice of the sopranos. He felt like he just took a little girl towards Disneyland, mesmerised by the many fairytales around her. That's how it felt with you right now. "Cute..." He mumbled as he opened the door for you.

Once you walked inside you saw something you didn't expected. The floor was covered with rose petals and on every closet or chair were cadges lighting the way towards the living room. You turned around towards Hoseok in shock. "Did- Did you do all this?" You asked him and he gave you a bright smile nodding. "I hope you like it." He said and you nodded. "Are you kidding?! I love it! Hope... You're so sweet." You said, a tear leaving your eyes.

Hoseok wrapped you in your arms letting out a soft chuckle. "Oh baby, don't cry now." He wipes the tear away that fell out of your eye. "This is supposed to be a happy day." He told you. You smiled through your tears. "It's just that- You're just so sweet Hobi, you're amazing and so kind and caring towards me. I can't help it." You said.

Hoseok softly kissed your lips. "It's alright love. I like doing cute and sweet stuff for you. Seeing you happy makes me happy. You know that. The only thing I want is for you to feel loved." He said. He turned you around, holding your hand. "Now go walk a bit further. I got another surprise for you." You gave him a questionable look before walking further.

"T-Taehyung?!" You run towards him and unfolded him into a tight hug. "You're here. You're really here!" When you left Korea Taehyung didn't. He decided to stay, going back to his family and live there for a while, while he would try finding a new job. You thought you would never see him again and here he was, right in your arms.

"Did you set this all up?!" You asked, pulling away from your arms. The boy laughed and nodded. "How did you manage to do all this?" You asked, looking around the room. There were red, pink and white balloons hanging at the ceiling, small red paper hearts were covering the curtains and of course the many candles and rose petals all over the place. "Thank you so much for this. Both of you. This is so cute." You said, your hands on your chest as you looked at the two boys and the work they pulled off.

"Oh, where are my manners." You said, fanning your head. "Sit down Tae! It's been so long. I wanna talk and know everything that happen with you while I was gone. You want something to drink?"

Taehyung laughed and stopped you. "It's alright Y/n. You don't need to do all this." He gave you a sweet smile. "Besides, this evening is supposed to be only you and Hoseok. I stay here for two weeks so enough time to talk later. You go and enjoy your night with your manz." Taehyung said, raising his eyebrows and taking his jacket off of the couch. "I'll leave you alone now. Have a great night guys!" He said, winking and smirking at you as he passed by. "See you tomorrow!"

You laughed as he left the place. "Aish that little-" You said as you watched him leave. Hoseok stood behind you again to hug you. He loved giving back hug's a lot lately. Even while you were sleeping he would always spoon you. "Baby?" Hoseok called out your name while he placed his head on your shoulder. "Let's do what Taehyung said and make this night ours." Hoseok said. "And how are you planning to do that Mister Jung?" You asked your boyfriend teasingly.

He took a deep breath. "I don't know yet Misses Jung." You turned around and looked at him in shock. In the past year he had never used his last name to address you until now. "Misses Jung?" He nodded and smiled taking a step backwards and suddenly going down on one knee. Your hands went to cover your mouth in chock. Was this real? Was he really just... proposing to you?

Hoseok pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. "Y/n Lee, what would you think of becoming Misses Jung? Will you marry me?" He asked sweetly. He was smiling but you knew inside he was very nervous. So you didn't made him wait long and started nodding your head. "Yes, a thousand times yes. I would love to become your wife Hope." You said and Hoseok's smile widened even more as he stood up again and held you close, his lips meeting yours into a soft but passionate kiss. "You have no idea how happy you make me right now." He said, kissing you over and over again.

You were expected to get the ring around your finger but Hoseok just tossed the box onto the couch and picked you up bridle style. You gasped as he swept you from your feet quite literally. "Let's go celebrate this upstairs, shell we?" He asked and you giggled, caressing his cheek and nodding, kissing his lips as he carried you both upstairs towards your room.

"I love you Hope."

"I love you too, Y/n. My miss mafia."

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