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Hey guys!!! Thanks to our lovely anon/blog historian, Soupy, we now have a recorded history!! Blog lore, my beloved. I'll try and start adding in our new things too, but to any newbies out there, come take a look :):):):)
About the lore for this blog, i cannot remember everything, but i can do something about the cursed asks lore and history, since i just scrolled all the posts in the tags!
31 Jan 2021: an anonymous send an ask asking what people actually mean when they tell a ship if "pedophilic". This start a big number of asks about real survivor and how fucked up is fandom water down the word, purity culture, and consequently story time about harassing people in fandom for purity culture.
1 Feb 2021: someone speak about how much fucked up fics helped them. This probably opened the possibility of cursed asks. The same day, someone other send an ask about a terrible person known for harassing people about the sexuality of a character. The person is called "train fucker".
2 Feb 2021: anonymous point the attention on the train fucking thing. The cursed ask tag is created.
In the following hours, always in the cursed ask tag, people discover the fandom was Death Note and the guy was apparently in real attracted to trains and planes. Hell break down, memes are created.
History is made.
One of the characters will later become protagonists of the tag already existed. PKD already was knew since the 22 Jan 2021, when they sent an ask about the color asks and you had the intuition the tags he was probably someone with a piss kink and the tag "chronicles of piss" was created.
Cursed ask history part 2:
At this moment on time,the tags is still not clearly used. One of the First post tagged as such, the 9th Feb, is an anon answering to the ear fucking conversation about micropenis, while all the other posts are not tagged. The day after PKD enter the cursed asks tag, while the others ask still stay out of it. People start sending the stories they read.
12 Feb Hagrid/Hedwig fics are discovered. Owl fucking anon appear. Someone suggest a friendship between them and mlp guy.
Also mlp pony guy is a lore being who did not appear before in the #cursed asks, but already had their history in the simpler ask tag and in the previous cancel scale period, that we could call the ancestor of #cursed ask.
The First post tagged as cancel scale is from the 2nd Jan 2021. It was an anon answering your post of the same day "alright guys scale 1-10 how screwed r u if it ao3 history and bookmarks get released".
This is the gold era of this blog lore. The philanthropist, wound fucking discourse, rpf bdsm and mlp guy (with the first ask behind paywall) appeared during the first month and a half of the year, mixing at the end with the cursed ask tag.
Cursed ask history part 2:
At this moment on time,the tags is still not clearly used. One of the First post tagged as such, the 9th Feb, is an anon answering to the ear fucking conversation about micropenis, while all the other posts are not tagged. The day after PKD enter the cursed asks tag, while the others ask still stay out of it. People start sending the stories they read.
12 Feb Hagrid/Hedwig fics are discovered. Owl fucking anon appear. Someone suggest a friendship between them and mlp guy.
Also mlp pony guy is a lore being who did not appear before in the #cursed asks, but already had their history in the simpler ask tag and in the previous cancel scale period, that we could call the ancestor of #cursed ask.
The First post tagged as cancel scale is from the 2nd Jan 2021. It was an anon answering your post of the same day "alright guys scale 1-10 how screwed r u if it ao3 history and bookmarks get released".
This is the gold era of this blog lore. The philanthropist, wound fucking discourse, rpf bdsm and mlp guy (with the first ask behind paywall) appeared during the first month and a half of the year, mixing at the end with the cursed ask tag.
Cursed ask history part 3:
The philanthropist appeared the same day #the cancel scale started. With their iconic "i am a shameless philanthropist and so my bookmarks are public. I eat dead doves for breakfast. Come on down to the buffet y'all! You want some wound fucking? 8-yr-old omega abortion? I got you fam, watch me scramble these eggs" they left a forever sign in this blog. Still to this days asks are written to know if they are good. They obtained a 12/10 in the cancel scale.
Wound fucking discourse started, also the same day, by CB answering "is that where the wound fucking comes in??" At a ask about vivisection and medical experimentation. Discourse about what classify as a wound and how it works continued trought the day.
Rpf bdsm is thought to have beat the philanthropist with their mix of rape, underage, incest in a foursome, huge age, rpf tentacles and, mostly, someone getting turned into a pickle and his partner fucking himself with it.
This also started a string of asks about people being transformed in object used for sex.
Rpf bdsm would appear again later that day to specify the pickle fic was a rpf.
Cursed ask history part 4 (i think? Already lost the count)
Mlp guy. The one and only. Always in the terrible 2 Jan 2021, they first appeared in the tags of an answer to a marvel ask. #Hey HEY mlp guy #u know who u r #i'm afraid to look at this ask #like yeah we saw some shit tonight but this blows that outta the fuckin WATER #y'all would dead ass have to pay me to post it
Someone noticed the tags and asked about it, and a strong sexual tension between everyone and the unpublished mlp ask started. Someone ended up paying, cause the ask was later published as last post of the day and terrorized every follower of the blog. It was published as screenshot of the ask, and is not even put in the #cancel scale.
MLP guy stayed so in the apex of the cursed asks for some months, till the Pokémon ask by soupy was published the 9th may 2021, taking home a 15/10. MLP guy made a Tumblr profile, @therealmlpguy, in retiliation, and reblogged answering with a new terribly cursed fic. CB have still not voted it, so who have the worst cursed ask is still in question.
The day of #cancel scale the blog fanficmemes lost many followers, but the story was, as we know, not finished.
Cursed ask history part 5
I like to stay an half cryptid of this blog, so i will not tell my blog of origin, but i can tell you I am Soupy. Also i need to know if i am actually considered a cryptic of the blog and if i need to make a lore post about myself XD.
This is starting to get hard cause i cannot reread what i already sent, but the end of the tunnel is near.
We already told about owl fucking anon in the cursed ask tag, but their story is a bit more longer. The cursed ask was actually their big return, and they are probably one of the most proficious lore making, having also a part in the creation of the PKD legend. They should really have their own tag.
How? Well.
The 17 Jan 2021, when the big part of the cancel scale was done and the elders of the lore created, they sent an anon ask about what the cancel scale made them remember. It was a fic, red when they were ten or eleven, about someone fucking an owl while the owl was on their period. Consensual, and apparently the authors were two teen girl who write only character x owl. Their mom proofread. CB answered with their profile picture, edited so that it red "i can't believe it's gotten even worse!" Instead of "i can't believe it's not canon".
This post created, if we want to say, PKD, cause their first ask, that assigned them piss kink, was yes about the color asks (that, in case someone does not remember, was CB asking what colors people assigned to them), but had as explanation "if you keep posting stuff like the owl period whatever". So the owl fucking anon indirectly created, the 22 Jan 2021, PKD.
Owl fucking anon continued their ascension to lore of the blog.
The 12th Feb 2021 sent an ask were they were surprised someone had found Hagrid x Hedwing fics, and than sent anther 9 parts ask about the story of how they red lot of cursed shits thanks to an old tumblr blog that had the links, and how from there they found an author who only published Hagrid x Hedwing, and how that introduced them to FF smut.
(it is also discovered they are only 15, baby, please, i am noone to talk with the shits i red at the time but i hope you are ok).
They are now consacrated in the memory of the blog.
Cursed ask history part 6
Before continuing with the history of the cursed asks, is now time to finally give a small talk about PKD. We know how they originated, but how they become so famous?
Probably is the fact they appeared so many time during the last months. Being it for cancel scale, cursed asks or just normal asks, they continue to give us company with their exploration of piss kink fic. Is true they soundly negate having the kink the first months, but after lot of memes and people speaking about it, the 25 Apr 2021 they finally admitted of having the kink,and discovered it reading an a/b/o Captain America fic.
I would suggest to read all the posts, but they stopped being tagged halfway through, so is half in the specific #chronicles of piss and half in the #cursed ask
Cursed ask history part 7
The big lore is finished, and now only the later history stay.
#cancel scale posts and #cursed asks post lived side by side for some days. The owl fucking one of the 12 Feb was actually the last cursed fic published in the cancel scale post, leaving the tag only for some history reference later.
#cursed asks saw the appearence of every type of cursed possible to thought, with scat and nipple fucking between the different tags. At the start there was no specific day chosen, but later, for CB schedule reasons, Saturday was assigned as cursed ask day, and some week later it was moved to Sunday.
And here we are, today, to see what other cursed things we will bring in this world
Cursed fic History part 8
The cursed fic History have been covered, but i still think is important to talk about some of the before time tags that created the good ecosystem for the creation of #cursed ask.
The most famous is #the lube discussion.
It started the 23 Aug 2020, when CB wrote a post about FF using the word "supple" in smut without the thing being actually supple. In the tag, they added #also #that does Not work as lube.
Some anon asked what was being used as lube, that was answered with "one was peanut butter. I will not discuss the other". This started the bug lube discussion, were everyone talked about what they continingly see used as lube when it cannot be used as lube.
Between the classics soap and blood, we see some more daring one as mud, yogurt, aloe vera, years, milk, hot sauce and the more intersting, cannoli (have no idea if they are talking about the cream you put in cannoli or some american thing i don't know).
Nothing reached cursed material, but it put the first seed for the blog.
#blog lore#my dearest soup#my response to your first letter will be posted swiftly#I got distracted bc I forgot that we don’t know each other irl#and I was gonna press some flowers for u#(they’re still being pressed but I’ll send a pic I forgot that I can’t send real flowers over text#but again thank you so much for doing this#also I really wish I would’ve tagged shit better#maybe I wanted to go back and reread chronicles of piss#but nooooooo I just had to forget about it halfway through#anyways here we go#cursed asks#the lube discussions#chronicles of piss
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the most magical place in hell
Grouping: (For Science) Reader x JK
Word Count: ~3.1k
Warnings/Themes: implied sex, 5 is a crowd annoying friends since that’s the vibe these days, d*sn*y please don’t sue
Prompt: “For Science, I miss this couple sm. Any scenario would be fantastic! For inspo, did JK and OC get to go on a vacation, (jk expressed he wanted to in his journal) if so how did that go? Any fun new experiments?”
A/N: This commissioned fic is part of the Changes with Luv project, hosted by FicsWithLuv. Here you can find more information about the project, cause, places to donate, and ways to commission a piece or offer your services if you are a content creator. Thank you!
On the third day of the cruise, Jungkook rolls over in his sleep. His hand reaches for you. His palm meets the bare skin of your shoulder already moving despite how pale the morning light is under his lashes.
“What’s happening,” he mumbles before grabbing more greedily at you. There’s not too much resistance as you let yourself be dragged a few inches across the sheets.
“We have to get up. Breakfast starts in 10 minutes, remember?”
You lean down to press a peck just above his brow bone and he groans. As you pull away, there’s a sweet waft that hits him and lets him know you’ve already showered and gotten ready. Now it’s his turn.
He gives himself just until you gather your things and shut the door to the room. Then he’s pulling himself out of bed with every ounce of energy he has left. He brushes his teeth with his eyes closed, does a perfunctory shower with the lights off like it’ll give him some more sleep. But he’s still dead tired as he throws on an outfit and heads out the door.
The walk to the dining area was exciting 3 days ago. The decadent decor, the view from the high balcony separating his floor from the others, the grand 20’s style atrium with Mickey Mouse memorabilia incorporated throughout. Everything used to be exciting 3 days ago. Sadly, the first day passed and things quickly lost their charm.
As he scoops a smiley-face omelette onto his plate in the buffet line, he searches for your face in the crowd of families scarfing down their first meals of the day so they can take their kids to the waterfall pool on deck 6. By the time he reaches the end of the line, there’s still no sight of you among the tables. So he ventures outdoors where there’s less seating but considerably more sun. He thinks back to his quick routine in the room. Did he remember to put on sunscreen?
When he finds you, you’re stretched out on a beach chair and taking in some of the sun. His mood is partially lifted when he sees just how content you look getting warmed like a lizard on a rock in your tiny bikini. He stands over you deliberately just to see you pout and pull down your sunglasses with a huff.
“Oh, it’s just you.”
“Who’d you think it was?”
“I thought it was Hoseok about to ask me to take his profile pic again.”
Jungkook chuckles a little before sitting in the open seat next to you. “Couldn’t have been him. Too early.”
“That’s true.” You sit up then, peering at his plate. “What’d you get us?”
“Us?” His smile is warm. “I thought you’d have eaten by now with the way you left the room.”
“I was looking for an empty spot for us. It was your job to find the actual food.”
“No one else would willingly wake up this early,” he cuts a fraction of the omelette before holding the bite up to you. “But I guess it’s only fair.”
You open your mouth happily.
“Permission to board the S.S. girlfriend?”
“Are you serious?”
“I’m wasting fuel in the port,” he continues to hover the fork just outside your reach, even when you jump forward with a nip.
“Permission to board,” you grumble.
He laughs like you told a great joke and gently feeds you the bite. With soft eyes, he watches you point to different things on the plate and dutifully feeds you your fill. This might be the first time he’s been able to spend a few moments alone with you since the five of you got on the cruise. He finishes up the bit of toast you couldn’t finish and the few blueberries that didn’t interest you. He must be staring because you turn to him in your reclined position and return the favor.
“You’re looking a little red. Did you put on sunscreen?”
“I think I forgot. I was trying to get ready fast so you wouldn’t have to sit around alone.”
“I wasn’t alone,” you reach into the bag you brought for sunscreen. “Yoori was with me. She left for the gym maybe 2 minutes before you came out here.”
“Oh,” is all he says.
Jungkook scowls a bit as you rub the lotion onto his face. That Yoori and Hoseok, and probably even Taehyung, might be spending more time with you on this trip than him is starting to be the horrible icing on this shitty vacation cake.
“Why don’t we take some time to—” He begins but a large shadow looming over the two of you makes him stop in his tracks.
“Hey,” a man with thick blond hair and even thicker muscles nods down at you. “You were at the adult lounge last night, right?”
Jungkook’s mouth drops open. Thor—or the actor who plays him during the Marvel day activities—has come up to your spot. He’s got the Ragnorok breastplate on with board shorts adorning his chiseled lower half. From the top up, he looks just like the real thing.
“Wow. Yeah I was, I’m surprised you remember,” you hold a hand over your eyes so you can look up at “Thor”.
“How could I forget. You and your beautiful friend were quite the sight yesterday.”
“Oh, uh. Thanks.”
In all his excitement, he overlooks the flirting. Jungkook stands up from his seat then and sticks out his hand. “Thor” shakes it hesitantly.
“Hey. I know you’re not the real thing, but it’s great to see you. I wasn’t at the adult lounge last night, so we didn’t get to meet.”
Jungkook makes sure to puff out his chest so “Thor” will notice the print of his button down shirt. Tiny little hammers.
“Do you like the shirt?” He beams.
“Thor” squints down at the animated hammers.
“I can’t say I really know what’s on it, but sure.”
“They’re...they’re Mjölnirs.”
“Mole-whats?”
You gasp, clapping your hands over your mouth.
Jungkook drops “Thor”’s hand at the same moment, disappointment turning down the corners of his mouth.
“Nothing. They’re just drawings. Have a good day, man.”
“Thor” chuckles before looking back down at you. “Cute kid,” he says before sending you a wink and making some comment about getting to rehearsal.
Yoori returns from the gym that moment, nearly running into “Thor”. He gives her an appreciative once over which she returns smugly. Her expression changes as she approaches you and Jungkook looking like you had both seen a car crash.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing,” you respond quickly with a subtle look at the back of Jungkook’s head to tell her ‘not now’.
“Well,” she plops down on the end of Jungkook’s beach chair, “How was breakfast?”
“It was fine,” Jungkook sighs and scoots back so she’ll have some room. “We finished a little while ago. Now we’re just making plans for the rest of the morning.”
“Couple stuff...I’ll go get myself a plate, then.”
You wait until Yoori’s disappeared into the dining area to turn to Jungkook. He doesn’t look angry per se. Just resigned.
“What were you saying before?”
“Hmm,” his eyes are far away, “I was just saying we could take some time to ourselves.”
He wants to say he feels like he’s barely seen you since he stepped on the ship, but he doesn’t want to make you feel bad. The funny thing is that you weren’t even looking forward to the trip before the first day. The tickets for this Marvel cruise were a last minute gamble. You had dropped many not-so-subtle hints about wanting to go somewhere a little less kid-friendly, but he’d waited until the last minute.
At first it seemed like the best possible last choice a person could have. You were all fans of the comics and movies with the exception of Taehyung and Yoori. Taehyung was more of a DC fan and Yoori just sort of let the movies wash over her. You’d been worried that the week would be torture for you with all the screaming kids around. But you were actually having the time of your life. Meanwhile Jungkook was having a less than ideal time.
“Sure. Like what?”
“Maybe we could relax? I’ve had research video meetings the last two nights, so I haven’t really been up for the late night stuff. And I’m just barely up for the morning stuff.”
“Hmm. What about the spa? I haven’t been there yet and it’s on my list.”
“The spa?” Yoori comes out with a mountain of waffles and rumpled-looking Taehyung and Hoseok behind her. “Yeah, let’s go to the spa!”
“Actually, I think Kook just wanted to—”
“I heard it’s actually pretty decent on this boat. They have a hot rock massage where all of the rocks look like the Tinman’s suit.”
“The Tinman,” Jungkook practically chokes.
“I think she means Iron Man,” Hoseok grins sleepily. “Anyway, I’m down for the spa thing too. Never too early to have a tiny lady go in on my thighs.”
“You’re literally so nasty,” Yoori glares back at him.
As your other friends bicker, you flash Jungkook an apologetic look. He shrugs because that’s easier than fighting it. He relishes the second plate of food you get for him and lets you feed him the bites in between kisses and mini-reapplications of sunscreen. It’s all the rest he gets that day. The spa is probably the least relaxing moment of his life.
He doesn’t even get to sit near you. Instead, he gets roped into the men’s section where Hoseok’s tiny lady goes too hard on his thighs and the resulting yelps make Jungkook’s ear drums pound. Taehyung falls asleep two minutes into the Iron Man hot rock massage and snores in a way that’s nearly identical to the 60 year old guests napping nearby.
You emerge from the women’s section with Yoori looking like you’d smell and feel like a rose petal. But Jungkook doesn’t ever find out if you do, because he’s being thrown right back into more “fun”. Somewhere in the back of his mind—between Black Widow meet and greet and the Ant-Man lunch show—he thinks that he would probably be having actual fun if he had some time to breathe. Although, he figures it’s enough to just breathe you in. He feels slightly less drained looking at your smiling face and wide eyes as a wild Hulk appears behind you at the pool after lunch, spraying you lighty with comically huge muscles and a comically tiny water gun.
“You’re not coming?”
Jungkook groans, partly out of guilt and partly out of exhaustion. It’s nearing 10:30 at night and you’re getting ready to go to the adult lounge again. This time it’s for all-things-Spiderman trivia and drinks. He wants to want to go. But he can’t find the strength. He figures too much sun and too much socialization is the answer.
“You’re not staying,” he counters as he does his best to sit up in bed. There’s a nice soft glow bleeding in from the giant picture window of the suite that looks onto the water and there’s some Loki pajamas calling his name. Your tight little dress is calling to him too. I’d look better on the floor, it says.
“I figured this would be a lot more lowkey than everything else we’ve done today. There’s no water and no noisy families. Or screaming Hoseoks.”
“You heard that earlier?”
“I did,” you grimace. “He must have really pissed off that masseuse.”
“I’m pretty sure he just talked with her like he talks normally.”
“Can’t fault her for that, then.”
There’s a beat of silence as you test the security of some strappy heels. Naturally your eyes wander from the shoes to your boyfriend. He’s tapping away at some emails on the ship’s slow wifi no doubt. If you couldn’t tell how tired he was from the slope of his shoulders and the bruise-like shadows under his eyes, the giant yawn he barely stifles is a giveaway.
“Maybe I could just—”
The door to your suite swings open, revealing Taehyung looking frightened in a silky peach button down as Yoori pinches Hoseok’s ear.
“You’re coming, right? Please tell me you’re coming.”
“She’s coming,” Jungkook pipes up from the bed. His eyes never leave the screen of the computer as he types away, but he blinks slow and long. Your heart aches a little.
Taehyung breathes out a sigh of relief and links arms with you. You get one last look at your exhausted boyfriend before you’re pulled out of the room entirely.
“Do you think they’ll even bother asking about the Garfield version?” Taehyung’s question shakes you out of your worry.
“Pfft, no.”
On the fourth day of the cruise, Jungkook is awakened earlier than he wants yet again. A large clap of thunder and the bolt of lightning flash from the other side of the window. He crawls quietly around your sleeping form and throws on his glasses. There’s heavy rain too—a sure sign that the pools and sundecks will be closed. Out of habit, he checks his email and sees a message from the ship coordinator.
Esteemed Guests,
As some of you may know, two performers at last night’s dinner show in House of Mouse theatre (Deck 5, room 6B) showed signs of a stomach bug during the performances. For the safety of the rest of the cast, staff, and guests, we will be postponing today’s shows to sanitize the performance rooms and allow the actors time to recover. Room service will still be available.
We know this is a large inconvenience, and to thank you for understanding, please check your trip accounts for a refund for today’s fares. Additionally...
Jungkook can’t help the fist pump and small hoot he lets out. The email gives him the same feeling he gets on those days when he wakes up hours before his alarm only to discover his professor had cancelled class for the day. With a skip in his step, he returns to bed.
When he wakes up hours later, it’s natural. You’re still spooned to him, still soft and warm and pliant in sleep. He runs the tip of his nose along your neck while the fog of sleep lifts. The smell of your soap and skin is warmed with sleep. The sniffing must tickle you, because you stir before arching against him in a morning stretch. He moves so he doesn’t get in the way of your swinging limbs and smiles to himself. It feels like it’s been forever since he last got to hold you like this without the threat of someone whisking you away.
“Morning,” your voice is gravelly from disuse. “What’s going on. What’s the plan?”
“There’s no plan.”
You’re still half asleep, but you have the social awareness to let your voice go high with incredulity. “No plan?”
“No plan. They sent an email.”
“Read it to me?”
He reads the formal apology while you turn in the covers so you can embrace him while you wake up. By the time he’s done reading, you’ve sat yourself up to look at his phone screen as well.
“Sounds good,” you chirp.
“Really? I would have thought you’d be disappointed about not having a packed day. You’ve been zooming around since we got on board.”
“Yeah, but this was supposed to be our time together. It’s only natural that your friends would tag along.”
“So they’re my friends now?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Only when they’re annoying.”
As if on cue, the front door sounds with knocking. Taehyung is the one who calls out about breakfast plans, but you know all three of them are out there. It’s almost a menacing thought.
“Your friends are here,” he groans. His head falls back onto his pillow defeatedly. They’re likely to burst in any second.
“Don’t worry.”
The sound dies down momentarily when Yoori mentions the extra keycard you gave her for emergencies. Hoseok and Taehyung continue to jiggle the door for sport while chatting idly. Meanwhile, you crawl underneath the sheets and re-emerge on Jungkook’s side of the bed. You look him over, as if searching for something. He’s about to ask what you’re looking for when you reach out and pinch both his cheeks suddenly. While he’s mid-yelp, you swoop in and nip at his lips. It’s quick but it was just harsh enough that his face looks blotchy and his mouth starts to swell.
He whines. “Is this because I called them your friends?”
“Just trust me,” you hiss before your hands disappear further down the sheets to tug off your own underwear and throw it towards the door.
A moment later, the door swings open to reveal Yoori, Hoseok, and Taehyung. Their smiles are bright until they take in the scene. Jungkook’s hair is a mess, his cheeks are flushed, and his mouth looks like it’s been lightly ravaged. Though you’re mostly covered with the sheets, the underwear that is very clearly not on your body and the way the sheets drape over your head as you lay between his knees tell a very convincing lie.
“I think I just caught that stomach bug.” Yoori says lightly, still smiling. Hoseok peers behind her, looking mildly interested.
“I hate it when I remember they have sex with eachother,” Taehyung buries his face in his friend’s shoulder looking mortified as Yoori slowly closes the door.
“Yeah, it’s kind of like walking in on your aunt and uncle doing it. But, like, 12 times worse.”
Jungkook basks in the new silence for a few moments before it’s replaced with the rustle of sheets.
“What are you doing” he trails off to a whisper as you tug the waistband of his underwear down. Your hands still.
“You don’t want to have boat sex?”
“No, no, I do. I wanna have boat sex.”
He nods intensely and you laugh at how earnest he still is. Jungkook’s cheeks flare up, now doubly red from quiet excitement.
“Guess I should have just proposed this, huh?”
“Yeah,” you hum thoughtfully while moving on your knees to straddle his hips. “I can't see how this would have ruined anyone’s fun.”
“I can think of a couple people’s fun we just ruined.”
“I really meant my fun. Speaking of which,” you settle onto his lap and begin to grind.
He shudders, head falling forward with a sigh. This, he thinks, is the real happiest place on earth.
#changeswithluv#networkbangtan#btswriters#bangtan bookclub#bts scenarios#bts imagines#bts fanfic#jungkook scenarios#jungkook imagine#jungkook fanfic#honestly not sure where this title came from but who cares i guess
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Starstruck (9)
hello it’s me again. Second to last chapter :( but I’ve got bigger things in the works
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Fandom: Tom Holland
Ship: Tom x reader
Setting: LA, London
Word Count: 2230
Warnings: mild language
Rating: K+
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Tom dodged cameras and wove through crowds as he made his way through London Heathrow Airport.
He finally was home in London, but only for about a week since he’d be coming back to LA for you.
The news had obviously broken that Tom had left South Korea, so now he was being bombarded with paparazzi who still wanted to know everything about you, especially your speech four days prior.
He continued to ignore them as he got to where Tuwaine was waiting to pick them up.
The car doors slammed shut as all four boys settled themselves in, Harrison up front and the Hollands in the back. Tuwaine locked the doors, then turned around.
“Seems like we’ve got a lot to talk about, boys.”
“You have noooo idea,” Tom muttered as the others nodded eagerly.
The drive back to their south London house was comfortable to Tom after everything that had happened. They mostly strayed from talking about you in the car, instead sharing funny stories from the long-lived press tour.
Sam decided to head back to his parents’ house after they arrived at the other boys’, ringing up an uber. He just wanted to sleep in his own bed. Their parents and Paddy had come home from the premiere before Tom went to Korea.
Once the boys were showered off and settled in, they told Tuwaine everything from the pre-release press tour before the premiere to meeting you to everything since.
“That’s mad, Tom. So when are you going back? And how do you plan on going unseen?” Tuwaine asked.
“Well we’re gonna get back to LA on Thursday to have time to adjust again and get everything settled. I’ve paid for a couple private planes to keep things off the radar as best as I can. All of you can come if you want.”
After further discussion, they decided for only Harrison and Harry to join Tom since the others had prior commitments.
After a couple more hours of catching up and reflecting on the past weeks, everyone finally decided to retire to their beds and hopefully get some rest.
As Tom layed down, he thought about the plan to see you again. He was nervous and excited at the same time, and went to sleep thinking one thing.
I’m coming to get ya, y/n.
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As always, news of Tom’s travel back home was all over the internet with clips and pictures of him dodging through the airport being shared, you of course being tagged in those pictures by fan accounts wanting attention.
“Ughhhh I’m so tired of people tagging me in this shit like I actually care! I’m not even remotely involved in these pictures!” you exclaimed to b/f/n, who was sprawled on your bean bag chair as you laid on your stomach across a rug.
You showed her a fan edit of Tom someone tagged you in, which was just a video transitioning between pictures of him from his press tour.
“I know. It’s so dumb like, he’s even likely to see stuff if you just pester his friends, or in your case… whatever you guys are.”
“Give me a break. We’re nothing. We just met and yeah. That’s all there is to it.”
“I don’t buy it, but whatever. I need to use your charger.”
You pointed to the bed.
“It’s over on the other side if you want it.”
B/f/n sighed dramatically, then rolled her way off the bean bag to flop onto your bed, plugging the device in. After a few minutes of silent scrolling on your phones, she piped up.
“Yo. Why does your bed smell so good? New detergent or something?”
You blushed, realizing you never told her about that little detail.
“Uh, well. It’s cologne.”
She turned her head to look directly at you, eyebrows raised cheekily.
“And why do you have cologne on your bedsheets?”
You avoided looking directly at her for a second, cringing a little.
“Well… I may have kind of left out the part of the story where Tom gave me a whole bottle of his cologne and it smelled really good so I sprayed it all over my sheets… but like no biggie right?”
She sat up.
“Yes biggie! You know exactly what Tom Holland smells like and didn’t think to tell me?”
“I forgot about it until the other day when I found the bottle in a bag of my stuff. Didn’t seem important.”
“Okay, if it’s not important, then why did you douse your bed in his scent?”
“I told you, I think it smells good. That’s it.”
“You’re really going to sit there and try to convince me of that? Everyone knows that scent memory is a really big deal, not to mention that he literally gave it to you.”
You stared each other down for almost a minute before you cracked.
“Okay, fine. It helps me sleep, alright? It takes me back to the night he spent here, which honestly was one of the best nights of my life. It just felt so nice talking to him about vulnerable things, you know? At the time I thought I could trust him, and maybe a part of me wants to remember that side of him.”
B/f/n nodded as you finished.
“I get it. What he did sucks, but you can’t let that ruin the good memories you do have. Things will work themselves out. They always do. You just need to remember that you’re a boss bitch and no matter what happens, you’re gonna be alright.”
“Thanks. I really needed to hear that.”
“Anytime. Now let’s forget about him and figure out where we want to get our nails done next week.”
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It was now Tuesday, and you and b/f/n sat in adjacent pedicure chairs, trying to lean back peacefully as yours vibrated violently in the name of a “massage.”
After you both struggled to not laugh while the nail techs exfoliated your feet, you were now relaxed and still as they began to actually polish your toenails.
You looked over to see b/f/n smiling at her phone.
“Who’s got you acting up?” you asked. She looked up in surprise.
“It’s no one. Catherine just sent me something funny on Instagram.”
“Oh, okay. Send it to me.”
In reality, she had been talking to Harrison and Tom about Friday, sending them pics of you in your dress the prior week and learning of their plans to get to LA on Thursday morning.
To cover for herself, though, b/f/n scrolled through her dm’s with Catherine, looking for something she’d received but never sent to you.
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Wednesday in London, Tom, Harrison, and Harry sat around the dining room recapping the plan for the rest of the week.
“Okay, so we’re gonna get there pretty early tomorrow morning and then I arranged for us to stay at an AirBnb under b/f/n’s name but obviously I’m paying for it. Since none of us are 25, I couldn’t get a regular rental car, but I talked to Audi and they said they’d loan me another car as long as we post some pictures with it.”
“Won’t that defeat the purpose of laying low if we’re plastering our faces with the car online? It won't be hard to distinguish London from pretty much anywhere else,” Harry claimed.
“They said as long as we get the pictures up before we leave town, we’re good. We’ll just have to put it in the calendar so I don’t forget.”
Harry took that as his cue to put it in the calendar right then.
“What about the actual event? I know you said you got in touch with them,” Harrison brought up.
“I’m glad you asked, mate. They were down for letting us make our appearance a surprise, so they’ll have staff sneak us in the back and wait until b/f/n gives us the go-ahead. They’re gonna introduce me and I’ll give a quick word and then… hopefully y/n will let me talk to her.”
The group got everything in order and loaded their bags into Tuwaine’s car once again for him to drive them to the private jet hangars.
After saying their goodbyes again and loading up onto the plane, the boys were in the air, headed west. They would be stopping in New York to change planes, and got comfortable for the almost 8 hour flight.
By the time they got to New York, the boys were exhausted going through customs. They were happy to find that so far no one had seemed to leak the fact that they had left London and were now in the states.
They boarded the next plane and prepared for the 6 hour flight, this time planning to get sleep as it was overnight and they’d be arriving in the morning.
The sun was beginning to rise over Los Angeles as the plane touched down.
“Tom, we’re here,” Harry said, shaking his brother awake as the plane taxied.
Tom blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the light, looking out the window.
The boys deplaned on the tarmac and sat tiredly in the small airport’s lobby as they waited for someone to drop off the car.
Tom noticed one woman at the desk looking over at him frequently. He was afraid she would end up putting him all over the internet, so he got up and came to the desk.
“Hi there.”
She looked at him, startled.
“Um, hello.”
“I couldn’t help but notice you looking over at us. Would you happen to be a fan?” Tom asked politely. She blushed.
“Yes, actually, I am.”
“Would you like a picture?” Tom offered. He knew he looked horrible from his long journey but needed to know she wouldn’t go around telling everyone about meeting him.
“That would be incredible! I was too afraid to ask.”
Tom called Harry over to take the picture on her phone, then took it from the younger brother. Tom noticed Harrison carrying a couple bags out the door to a car.
“That’s a good one! I only ask that you try to keep this to yourself? At least until tomorrow evening? I’m on a bit of a secret mission, and I don’t quite want the public to know I’m here, yet.”
The girl’s eyes widened.
“Of course! I’d hate to ruin anything for you.”
“Awesome, thank you so much. And it was quite lovely meeting you, I look forward to seeing those pictures again one day.”
With that, Tom was out the door and on his way to the spot they had rented out for the trip.
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B/f/n woke up Thursday to work out again and saw there was an Instagram notification on her lock screen. It was Harrison (or maybe Tom, who knew who she was actually talking to).
We made it to the AirBnb. Thanks again for putting it under your name.
She saw it had been sent about an hour prior, so she replied.
No worries. I haven’t seen anything online about you being in the US, so it seems like you’re good so far
We’ll try to keep a low profile. We’re mostly trying to adjust to the time again so Tom isn’t falling asleep at the formal tomorrow night
B/f/n snorted. She figured it really was Harrison that she was talking to.
At the boy’s rented house, they were sitting around drinking black coffee to stay awake for the day. Eventually, they ran outside and took pictures with the car, being careful to watch that no one was looking at them.
As the morning went on, they quickly came to an unfortunate realization.
There was no food in the house, and they couldn’t just go out and get it. Delivery wasn’t the best bet either considering someone would have to answer the door.
So with stomachs growling, they messaged b/f/n again, asking her to pick up some groceries to hold them over for the day.
You’re lucky I’m not with y/n right now. Just send me a list and I’ll bring it over asap
It took her over an hour to get to the store, find everything on the list, and take it to the house. Her stomach fluttered when she pulled into the driveway as she was finally meeting her idol for real.
The door swung open before she could knock.
“Oh thank God you’re finally here, I’m starving,” Harrison said , taking the bags from her hands. “Come in, come in. Don’t need anyone seeing us.”
She stepped in the door to find the other two sitting on the couch. They greeted her starstruck self.
“Oh, wow. Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you in person,” she eventually spit out, looking at them in amazement.
She ended up spending almost an hour conversing with them, Tom paying her back for the groceries and them finalizing the details for the upcoming day.
She stood in the doorway preparing to leave.
“Well, I’ll see you all tomorrow. I don’t know what she’ll do, but good luck either way.”
“Thanks, b/f/n, that means a lot. And thanks for all the help you’ve been. Without you, I don’t know what I would have done.”
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We Could Be Heroes Ch. 5
There is a little bit of smut in this chapter
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Rayla and Callum awoke at eight in the morning; both of their phones chiming with text and email notifications. Rayla groaned as she snuggled into his neck a little more. “Why didn’t we turn the sound off last night?”
“We must have forgot. I was too busy not proposing,” was Callum’s grumbled answer.
Rayla nudged his back a bit with her knee. “You proposed; no takebacks.” They lay in silence as their phones continued to make their presence known. “If you go through my phone, I’ll go through yours.”
“Don’t wanna see the texts from your friends?” Rayla had more friends than Callum did, so he had thought Rayla would want to check in if any of them had said anything.
“If they can’t accept us or even try, they’re not my friends. I just thought it would be easier.”
“OK. Let me go get them.” Callum pried Rayla’s arm off of him and got their phones off his dresser. Both lockscreens showed a large number of messages and missed calls. Lots of them from unknown numbers. When Callum got back to the bed he unlocked Rayla’s phone as she did the same with his. “This must be why we exchanged passcodes months ago.”
“Your passcode is my birthday. Don’t try to act like you saw into the future when you suggested this.”
“I have the power to use the Sky arcanum and I am on my way to using more. How do you know I can’t?” Rayla leveled a stare at him, raising her white brow. “Fine, I can’t see into the future.” Callum gave a quick look at the number of unread messages. “I’m going to drive myself crazy going through all this.”
“Ten minutes, tops, then we stop. If it’s really that important, they’ll find a way to contact us again. Ready?”
“Nope.”
“Good. Ten minutes.” Callum scrolled through the mass of texts first. Unknown number after unknown number calling Rayla everything from a traitor to a whore. There was a mass of inappropriate images and crude language. Callum deleted every one after blocking the numbers. Every once in a while, Callum came across a text with a name in her contacts. Most of them were ‘congratulations’ or ‘I knew it’. Some of them were just repeating what the majority had. The strangest text came from Bandlr, who stated that he told his dormmates at midnight but never gave out Rayla’s number to anyone. ‘Must be covering his own ass. Enough people know our numbers, so he wouldn’t have been the only candidate either way.’
The emails were mostly from photographers or journalists who Callum’s family had gotten in touch with. It seemed like Rayla’s email was still relatively private. “There’s a couple offers already for you to be interviewed by the Katolis Sun, the Capital Times, and Pentarchy Monthly. Ezran’s favorite photograph, Gustin, has offered to come up here in a couple days and take a few pictures. If you’re more comfortable, he’s alright with doing everything in the apartment. Everyone seems OK with coming to the apartment. They just want to talk to you.”
“I’ll worry about it later. Delete anything in my texts that isn’t from a contact.”
“Already on it. I’m assuming I can trust you to do the same?”
A forced laugh. “Some girl sent you a picture of her breasts. You can bet I deleted that.”
“Haven’t gotten one of those in weeks.” Callum’s eyes went wide as he just realized what he said. Rayla turned to face him with such murder in her eyes; Callum wasn’t sure if he was going to make it out of this intact. He slowly put his hand up and subtly backed away a bit. “Ray, I’m a prince. It’s not just girls that send me things like. I don’t go around giving my number to random people.”
“You have gotten texts like this from other people since we’ve been dating?” Her voice was deceptively calm as she began to inch towards him while he continued to inch back. “You have been getting nudes from people this whole time?”
Callum could feel himself breakout into a cold sweat. The only reason he had never told Rayla was because it had become so much a part of his daily life, he had kind of assumed she knew it was a possibility. “Once again, never asked for them. Don’t know who they are, usually. I just delete them after blocking the number.”
Wrong thing. “But sometimes you do know them? How are they getting your number?”
“I will meet them in passing and they’ll say where they met me. That’s it. I have never in my life asked for those pictures. From anyone. I don’t know who keeps finding out what my number is, but I change it every few months. You know that. I’ve had to text you my new number how many times since we started dating?” Callum needed the air to thin out because he felt like he was being constricted. He could hear the shakiness in his voice as he had to explain to his girlfriend about those stupid photos. The first one he ever got was when he was fifteen, shortly after he started dating Claudia. It became open-season after their break-up went public and Callum had had to get a new number every three months since.
Rayla bit the inside of her cheek, taking a moment to think. “Fine. You’re too awkward to ask for them anyway.”
“Exactly. I’m too—I am not that awkward.”
A raised brow and a tiny smirk were directed at him. “Do you want me to send you one? I can wear my bra with the front clasp. I could also ask Zaras to get me something like she usually wears. All lacy and tiny.” Rayla leaned forward again, nose almost touching his as she directed her eyes to his lips. “I could wear something as green as your eyes.” Callum coughed as the air around them suddenly became even thicker. Rayla leaned back, a satisfied smirk was full-blown on those teasing lips. “No way you asked for them. We need to get you a new phone number. I could get Runaan to get you a burner phone and send it here.”
“Yeah.” He was going to have whiplash at this point. Callum went back to Rayla’s phone, noticing a new text from Zaras. All it had was a link. “Zaras sent a link. Should I press it?”
Rayla shrugged. “It’s Zaras. It could be a video of a winged horse doing a stupid trick or it could be something actually related to us. The only thing you can trust is that it’s not a nude. Her speed is more ‘I’ll seduce you into thinking I’m the sweetest thing ever and then make you realize you fell for a hot nerd.’”
“That sounds like Zaras.”
“I know. Isn’t she the best?”
Callum thought about it for a few moments. Rayla was right; you never really knew with Zaras. Zaras was also on their side and wouldn’t send them something that she believed would hurt them. He gulped and opened the link. It was their school’s paper’s webpage. There was already a poll asking people what they thought of Callum and Rayla’s relationship. Dubbed ‘Rayllum’ already, probably curtesy of Zaras, there were a lot more in favor than Callum would have thought. The majority was still in the negative…wait, it was moving more towards in favor? “Rayla.”
“What? I found five more nudes and three different people asked you how sex with an elf that can turn invisible is.” Rayla paused for a moment before looking at him, genuinely confused. “Why haven’t we tried that yet?”
“Haven’t thought of it. Zaras sent a poll. It’s on the school paper’s webpage. Ray, it’s in real time.”
“What’s it saying?” came Rayla’s nervous response.
“Right this second, it’s 40% for and 60% against.”
“That’s a lot higher than I thought it would be.”
“Me, too.” Callum gulped as it suddenly tipped towards the negative again. “I’m turning this off. I can’t look at it anymore.” Rayla hummed, handing Callum’s phone back to him. “No more pics?”
A quick glare followed by a frustrated huff. “I just found out that there will probably always be pics. I either keep looking through your stupid phone and find more, driving me into a rage, or I give it to you and stop for the day.”
Callum got up to put both of their phones back on the nightstand. “Do you think, and this is a stupid question, I know, but…do you think that this would have been better if…maybe we had-”
Rayla shook her head. “Callum, I don’t think us making-out next to your mother’s statue the day after we became exclusive would have made a difference. This is what was going to happen. You’re…well, you’re a human prince and I’m a nobody.”
Callum scrunched his nose, vehemently shaking his head. “You’re not nobody, Ray.” Rayla scoffed. “You’re not! Both of your parents are in the Dragon Guard. That’s huge! You are the toughest, most clever, and bravest girl I’ve ever met.” Callum sat down to rest his forehead against her’s. “I look at you and I see my future.”
Rayla nuzzled the tip of her nose against his. “Was that the proposal?”
“I know you’re OK because you keep making jokes.”
“I’m serious. Was that the proposal?”
“No.” Callum gently kissed her lips once, twice. “The ring has to be made first.”
“What if I say ‘no’? Then you would have had a custom ring you can’t do anything with.” Her eyelids were lowering along with her voice.
“Would you say ‘no’?”
Callum looked down at her as she slowly laid back down on the bed. Rayla bit her bottom lip as she looked back up at him. “Depends.”
He leaned down to press his lips to her neck. “What if I promised you forever?”
Rayla’s breath hitched. “I’ll live longer than you. I’m the one that would be promising forever.”
Callum kissed downwards, slowly reaching the very top of her cleavage revealed by her night shirt. “I’ll give you my heart.”
“Already have it. You aren’t getting it back.” She ran a calloused hand through his hair, while lifting her leg slightly. She gently hooked her foot around his knee, running her toes up and down his calf. “You can’t promise something that isn’t your’s to give, can you?”
“You’re right, I can’t.” Callum ran a ran down her side before grasping the hem of her shirt. “What about my soul? My devotion? My erring loyalty?”
Rayla hummed, pushing herself up so Callum could relieve her of her shirt. “All nice things. But I was thinking of something else.”
“What’s that?” Rayla helped him take off his shirt before bringing him down to lay their half-naked bodies together. She languidly kissed him, taking control of what he had started. Rayla was a woman of action, but she was also prone to trying to think things through as thoroughly as possible. Callum had hoped that he would be able to get her mind off of the outside world for just a moment, and it seemed to be working.
Rayla pulled away, a soft smile making it’s way on her lips. He loved that smile even more than her cocky smirks. “You promise me that no matter what happens, no matter who tries to get involved, this relationship will always be ours. Only you and I will get to decide if we break-up. Only you and I get to decide if we have kids. Only you and I decide what we tell the world.” Callum nodded and was about to reconnect their lips. Rayla kept a strong hold on him and looked him square in the eyes. “I’m serious. I will not have a repeat of last night. I don’t want anyone making those decisions for us. I’m in the same boat as you,” a stray tear made it’s way down the side of her face. “You are my future and I was taught to not let anyone mess with my future.”
“Good. Because I have no plans on running away if it gets too hard. You told my family last night that you plan to stay with me through all this chaos. You’re stuck with me until the day I die, now.” Callum kissed her soundly, reaching to run a hand over one of her horns. “That was the proposal.”
Rayla moaned, pushing Callum onto his back so she could rest on his lap. “I thought you needed the ring first.” She slowly moved her hands up and down his chest, leaning down to nibble at his chin. Callum shivered when she went up to his ear. Rayla had this fascination with his ears and he was not complaining. “Unless you already have it made.”
“I started looking at jewelers in both Katolis and Xadian last night. It will take months to do the research and get the materials. But, a drawing’s the same, right?” She chuckled a bit. Truthfully, Callum wasn’t sure why he was veering so far from his original plan, but it felt right. Rayla hadn’t run away when she saw the drawings he made last night and she kept bringing it up. If Rayla was really opposed to it, she would have either avoided the subject or would have told him that they weren’t ready. Hell, she might have just told him to never bring it up again. “Will you marry me, Rayla? Not today, and not tomorrow, but when some of this chaos has died down and we’re both ready.”
“Aye. Took you long enough.” They laughed before she took his lips back. They helped relieve each other of their underwear, Callum flipping them over so he was on top. The laugh was interrupted by their soft groans when he entered her. Usually, their lovemaking was hurried and full of a need to relieve stress. Today, Callum wanted to take his time with the love of his life. “What’s so funny?”
Callum hadn’t even realized he’d laughed. He put his forehead against her’s again. “I called you the love of my life in my head. I hadn’t realized just how good it would feel to admit that. Even if it was just to myself.” She called him a dork. He expected her to push him onto his back and take over, but she made herself comfortable beneath him. Her hands moved to pierce her fingernails in his shoulders. He slowly thrust into her sheath; mouth making its way back down her neck. She felt so warm and soft, walls fluttering as he moved in and out. Rayla groaned. Callum felt her grab his fingers and move them to her little button. He never got tired of her telling him exactly what she wanted.
He lightly thumbed her nub while latching on to one of her dusky nipples. “Ah~” One of her hands dragged her nails from his shoulders down his back. Callum hissed. It hurt but felt so good. They had always had to be so careful with marks before that neither one of them had ever had so much as a hickey during their relationship. Now, Callum wanted Rayla to mark him up however she saw fit. He gave her nipple a light nip. Slowly moving back up, his lips found their way to her collar bone. He sucked and nibbled at her skin, his hand pressing harder on the center of her pleasure. Her other hand made its way down his back, digging her nails in the whole way.
Callum used his other hand to grab Rayla’s thigh, resting it in the crook of his elbow so she was spread wider. He began to move faster in her. He was stunned by how strong his need for her was beginning to burn him. It was even stronger than when they first started their relationship. Back then, it had been like a dam holding back all of their desires and feelings for each other had burst and couldn’t be repaired. Now, it was as if all of that had been a precursor to this moment. He had thought she was completely uninhibited with him before, but he had clearly been wrong. She was moaning his name while thrashing under him. Her nails were scratching at his arms and sides.
Rayla finally grabbed his face and yanked him up to kiss her. She stuck her tongue down his throat, demanding his come out to play with her. ��He acquiesced. Callum could feel her orgasm coming fast. Her walls were clenching tight on him while her breath was coming in shorter pants. He released her mouth and pulled back a bit to watch her peak and come down from her high. Her eyes went wide before going to half-mast, mouth open in a silent scream. She began trembling, hands grabbing on to hold him tight to her. He could feel her shake as he refused to let up from stroking her. Rayla quickly came again, actually screaming his name this time.
He would have gone for a third, except Rayla was beginning to squeeze her fluttering walls around him. She was demanding he reach his end, too, and he would happily follow her orders. As he finally came, Rayla let her grip on him loosen. A bright light burst behind his eyes as he started to come down. Rayla had pushed him to lay next to her on the bed. Callum slowly turned to lay on his side. He stroked Rayla’s cheek with his index finger in awe over just how soft she looked. “I want to paint you like this.”
Rayla raised a brow. “Sweaty and satisfied?” She chuckled. “Hmm, if I had known you could do that, I would have let you take the lead months ago.”
Callum felt his chest puff up a bit in pride. Rayla had been the only person he had ever been with and it felt good to know he had pleased her. “Soft and free. Like the world has melted away.”
“You’re the only person that would ever see it.”
“Deal.” Callum leaned to kiss her nose. “I swear, you’re even more beautiful than when I first met you.”
Rayla closed her eyes and released a happy sigh. “Of course. We Moonshadow elves only get better with age. By the time we’re seventy, I’ll be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen,” she teased.
“Can’t wait.” Callum felt too hot and sweaty to try to hold Rayla, so he settled for stroking her cheek. They basked in their afterglow for so long Callum forgot about the fact that they hadn’t even eaten yet. Rayla’s stomach growled to remind them. “I got plenty of eggs and pancake mix. I even got orange juice with the pulp for you. How you can drink that, I have no idea.”
Rayla pushed his shoulder as she rolled her eyes. “You what sounds really good? Eating breakfast on your sofa while watching a violent movie.”
“You want to stroke your bloodlust this early in the morning?” Callum smiled back at Rayla. He got out of bed to go make them breakfast, stretching his arms above his head. He heard a pop and groaned.
“My bloodlust is satiated by those movies, thank you very much.” She followed him out of bed and into the kitchen. Callum got to starting the pancakes, handing Rayla the eggs to crack. Instead, Rayla wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and rested herself against him. Callum shook his head and kept making them breakfast. They stood in silence for a bit longer, Callum only moving a bit here and there to keep breakfast going.
“You don’t want eggs? I’ve also got bacon and sausage in the fridge.”
“I just want to hold you. Where did you learn that move anyways?”
Callum looked back with a raised brow. “What move?”
“The one where you hooked my knee. You’ve never done that before.”
“You’ve always been on top or in charge.”
“You’ve never complained.”
Callum heard a slightly confused edge in her voice, but also one laced with genuine curiosity. “I’ve been reading some stuff. Trust me, I’m not complaining. You’ve always been more sure of yourself in this department and you always know exactly what you want. It’s nice.” ‘Nice’ was an understatement. He and Claudia hadn’t even gotten beyond making-out before they broke-up, so he had been completely clueless when Rayla had told him she was ready for that next step. It had been a relief that she wasn’t shy about her own sexuality and that she had had some experience.
“You have my ex-girlfriend to thank for that. She was very much into the idea that we need to be explicit with our wants and needs. If we keep quiet or expect our partner to just know, then how can we expect to get what we need?”
“I’ll be sure to thank her in person if I ever meet her. Do I need to thank your ex-boyfriend while I’m at it?”
Rayla snorted. “In terms of kissing? Probably. In terms of sex? No. He was never interested in going that far physically. The most we ever did was make-out.” Rayla sighed as she adjusted herself a bit, putting her chin on his shoulder. “He's asexual and his wants and needs were on a more emotional level than I could give at the time. Also, he was very mature for his age and I couldn’t keep up. He had matured faster than the rest of our class and he needed someone who could balance him out better than my immature 'I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't shut up' self could.”
“Where is he now?” Callum’s curiosity was definitely piqued. Rayla almost never talked about her exes. Callum would have expected to be full of jealousy or frustration, but he didn’t feel any of that. Mostly, he felt like he wanted to know more about this part of her past she had kept quiet.
“Well, he was originally going to go to the University. He had had plans to come and study, maybe become a mage himself or an ambassador. Instead, he got called up to be a member of an exclusive team belonging to King Azymondias. It’s a type of council and is an even more coveted position than the Dragon Guard. Last I heard, he was dating a spitfire of an Oceanheart elf whose grandfather runs the library in the capital.” Rayla paused before pushing herself on her tiptoes a bit. “You’re taking me talking about my old flames pretty well. Some people freak out and don’t want to hear it.”
Callum shrugged. “You’ve met my ex. I’m still friends with her and her brother and she’s probably going to be in my life until the day I die. I can handle you talking about yours.”
Rayla hummed, swaying lightly. “Good to know you realize that you have to take as good as you give.”
“Of course. Breakfast is almost ready. You still want to watch a movie or do you want to listen to the radio?” Rayla let go of Callum’s waist and wandered off. Callum heard her booting up her computer; probably trying to find a station or playlist with as little news as possible. Callum turned off the stove and got to work setting the table. Neither he nor Rayla were really into cooking, but there was something relaxing about being in their little kitchen together.
I'm not perfect
But I swear I'm perfect for you
And there's no guarantee
That this will be easy
It's not a miracle you need
Believe me
Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly
Wings aren't what you need
You need me
Callum looked over at Rayla. She looked just as shocked as he did. He cleared his throat a bit. “You remember the first time we heard this song?”
Rayla nodded. “Yeah. You were joking that you couldn’t be seen with me if I didn’t know how to slow dance. Even though we had no plans on going public at the time.”
“Ray,” Callum looked down at his hands for a moment before looking back up. “I had plans to introduce you to my family when I said that.”
Rayla cocked a brow. “You do remember that you were the one who suggested we keep quiet when all this started, right? You were the one who said ‘no one has to know.’ I feel like I’m going crazy every time you mention how much you’ve wanted to tell everyone because I remember that us being a secret was all your idea.” She punctuated her statement by pointing right at him.
Callum walked over to her, grasping her hands. “I know and I’m sorry that you feel that way. You shouldn’t feel like you’re going crazy. I said that we should be a secret and I don’t regret saying it. Because, if I hadn’t, I’m not sure we would be here right now. I regret our circumstances, but I wouldn’t take back giving us a shot for anything. If I hadn’t suggested it, would you have agreed to trying?”
Rayla squeezed his hands. “I don’t know. But I don’t regret it either.” Callum kissed her forehead, threading their fingers together. Rayla slowly started to sway her hips. “Dance with me?”
“Need some practice?”
“Tons.” They let their pancakes get cold as they swayed together. It was far more an excuse to hold each other than it was to actually practice dancing. Callum had pulled her far closer than decorum would deem appropriate and her feet kept stepping on his toes. “Am I any better?”
“You’re perfect. Everyone will be in awe of the mysterious Ms. Rayla’s dancing skills.” Rayla gave out such a joyful laugh it was startling. He hadn’t heard her laugh like that in what felt like forever. Now that she had promised him forever, well, he was going to have forever to make sure she laughed like that every day.
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Jonghyun/Taemin; Problematic Fave (Part 4/4); PG
He still has to ask Key what their favorite song is, too. He’s fairly certain that it’s “White T-Shirt,” but it might also be “Orbit,” because “Orbit” is exactly the kind of gay shit Key is into, even if it is a little slow.
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Jonghyun,
Hey!! Taeminnie again. I’m on my couch writing this, all snuggly in blankies because Spring still hasn’t made up her mind and it’s raining pretty hard outside. I do love the rain, but I prefer to experience through a window rather than in the middle of it. I’m watching Key’s little pups while they’re at work so they’re up here with me. Key doesn’t like them on the couch but they’re really really warm and what Key doesn’t know won’t hurt them. I’ll send a pic for you to see!
Speaking of Key, they told me that they saw you coming out of a recording studio as they were going in the other day. Honestly, at this point, I think their feelings towards you are more complicated than mine ever were. They’re still mad at you in defense of me from nine months ago, but I think that’s mostly out of spite because I told them that they couldn’t stay mad forever. They also lowkey want to book you again for another shoot, really love your little line of accessories, and are extremely bitter that they like more than three songs on your She Is album. They won’t admit it, but ??????fuck i forgot??????? is their favorite song.
As for me, I think I’ve finally come to a conclusion for my favorite. I know, it’s been, like, three weeks, and I’ve cycled through all of them being my favorite (except “Moon,” and I’ve already explained what was wrong with that one), but I’m serious now. I really think that I like “Dress Up” the most. It feels weird to say that, seeing as how I always liked your softer songs the most, but I can’t deny that “Dress Up” is fun to jam to.
I wanted to tell you again that this comeback of yours has been so good and healing for me. The fun songs, the bright colors, the inherent and blatant queerness of everything, your pink hair…. All of it makes me feel bright and fuzzy on the inside. Before, your stuff would cheer me up just by being gentle and uplifting, but now it cheers me up by making me feel all excited and bouncy and validated. So, thanks for that!
Thank you for letting me love you, too. I know I say it a lot, but it’s just nice to have a fave to think of and love and feel all fuzzy about again. Maybe I’ll get a real romantic datefriend one day and be able to be super gay with them, or maybe I’ll friend marry Key and get all of my emotional fulfillment from that, but until then, it’s nice to draw comfort from you. Thanks for letting me and, really, all of your fans do that. I know it’s kind of part of the job description of being an celeb, but still. It means a lot to a lot of us that you put so much of yourself out there and act as support for us, even from afar.
This is getting kind of long, so I’ll stop here. I know this week is your last week of promotions, so good luck on all of your music shows and I hope you’re having a nice day!!
Love, Lee Taemin ❤
P.S.: If you ever see Key again and they try to give you two dollars, just take it and pretend like you know what it’s for.
Taemin hums to himself as he reads his letter over. That’s a pretty good first draft, he thinks, and he’s pretty sure that his opinion isn’t affected at all by how he’s hanging half upside-down off of the couch and squinting at it on his phone.
Key’s little pupps snooze gently, one in his lap and one nuzzled against his leg. Taemin scrunches his nose. Hmm. Maybe he won’t send Jonghyun a picture of his lower half, even if there are cute dogs in it. That would be kind of weird, he thinks. Maybe he can get Key to--oh, no, he’ll have to scoot them off of the couch before Key comes to pick them up so he doesn’t get in trouble. Dang.
He still has to ask Key what their favorite song is, too. He’s fairly certain that it’s “White T-Shirt,” but it might also be “Orbit,” because “Orbit” is exactly the kind of gay shit Key is into, even if it is a little slow.
Taemin’s left eye scrunches when he reads over the little paragraph about his favorite song. Every time he thinks about “Moon” he feels all gross inside and he should really stop thinking about it, but he just. Wants to passive aggressively remind Jonghyun that it was gross at least one more time in his letters. After this one he’ll start working on forgetting it exists. At least it helps him keep his love for Jonghyun grounded.
“Dress Up,” though. “Dress Up” is good.
The whole comeback is good, and as Temin scans his letter he feels himself warming up inside all over again. A smile cracks open his face, cheeks flushing as pink as Jonghyun’s lovely, lovely, lovely hair. It’s so nice and fun and bouncy and--
“Fuck,” Taemin hisses. He was turning halfway over to smile into his carpet and his legs slipped off of the couch. He crumples gracelessly, grunting softly as he struggles to get his hands under him and push himself up. “God, fuck,” he mutters. Pushing his bangs out of his face, he leans against his couch to just blink for a moment and let the blood rush out of his brain and into the rest of him.
Key’s little pups whine and snuffle at him, Garcons's wet little nose booping his temple. Taemin leans away, then lifts a hand to pet their soft little heads.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tells them. “Mwah.” He kissies Garcons's little head when he keeps nuzzling at him. The press of his lips seems to calm the pup and Taemin vaguely wonders if that has anything to do with the way Key pulls themself out of anxiety attacks with a million little kissies to who or whatever is nearby. Probably.
Instead of trying to clamber back onto the couch, he slowly slides himself the rest of the way off and rolls to lie on his tummy. Tugging a pillow down from the couch, he holds it under his chin as he finds his phone again. A pup hops down from the couch and wiggles to curl up on his butt; glancing over his shoulder, he finds Comme Des. He lazily reaches behind himself to give him a little pat before he looks back to his phone to finish scanning his letter.
Blah blah blah, blah blah dogs, Key blah blah, songs blah, the comeback makes Taemin’s soul feel alive, blah blah… aha. Taemin reads over the next paragraph with his top lip between his teeth. Hmm. Feels a little repetitive in places. He’ll work on that. The P.S. he has to work on too; he wants it to be in the actual letter and not a P.S. He’ll figure out how to add it in without making it seem too bulky or whatever. Besides that, though….
“I think this is good,” Taemin hums to himself. He lifts the phone up to Garcons on the couch so he can see. “What do you think?” he asks. The little pup sniffs his hand and then licks him. Taemin assumes that means “yes” and gives Garcons a little scritch behind his ears. Then he rolls to his back--apologizing again for disturbing Comme Des and letting him snuggle up under his arm instead--and taps his letter to edit it.
Honestly, he missed how fun this was; just sitting here and editing out his thoughts and feelings. Thinking them over and figuring out exactly what he wants to say is so… calming. Even his first letter back where he sent, like, three pages detailing his entire emotional response to everything was soothing. Since he started writing to Jonghyun again his anxiety has been better than it has in months and he’s been able to reason his worries away almost as well as he could before he even got all hecked up in the first place. He thinks he might start up a diary anyway, in addition to his almost-weekly letters to Jonghyun. It might get him back to where he started.
As he’s deleting a word in the third paragraph, his phone vibrates in his hand with a text from Key. He hums. Now would be a good time to ask about their favorite song, yeah, before he forgets again. He opens the texts of the day and scans them quickly: “good morning egghead,” “I’ll bring you a muffin when I drop the kids off,” “do you think thick stripes or thin stripes look better in plaid,” “one of these days I’m gonna say something important and you’re gonna regret letting my texts pile up,” and “wow okay I know I just said that as a joke but I can not Fucking believe this and u gotta reply rn or I’m gonna call you!!!”
“Hmm,” Taemin hums again. He scrunches his face in confusion. What. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Key use any punctuation in a text, let alone three whole exclamation points. He sits up, resting one elbow on the couch so he can focus better on his phone as he texts back, “Thick stripes and also what’s your favorite song of Jonghyun’s again and also What???”
Taemin isn’t sure if it’s the immediateness of Key’s reply or the contents of it that makes him drop his phone. Either way, he hisses and scrambles to pick it up and confirm that what he thinks he saw is really is what he thought he saw.
It is: Key sent him a picture of them with Jonghyun, like, right next to each other, taking a selfie, together, Key looking huffy and annoyed and Jonghyun smiling gently with one hand kind of blurry in a little wave.
Taemin can’t fucking believe it, either.
“Ohmhy fuc k ign gdo,” he texts back. He is so upset and jealous. What the fuck. This is so unfair. It’s not even that Key is with Jonghyun and he isn’t, or that Key doesn’t appreciate Jonghyun’s loveliness, or even that he’s so far up Jonghyun’s ass again that it burns him up on the inside to not be there; it’s that that morning Key literally offered to take him to work with them and he declined. It’s his own dang fault that he isn’t blushing and smiling and hiding behind Key’s arm with his heart making him all giddy right now.
“I went to a radio station to grab a friend to hang out with and he was here and he says hi,” Key texts him next. Taemin groans quietly and wilts back down to the floor, texting back a single frowny face. Then he throws his arm dramatically over his eyes and whines again. Heck. Hecking fuck. He does not believe. Lifting his arm just enough to see his text, he types “Tell him i’m in the middle of writing a letter to him.”
“I’m not playing back and forth between u two jfc,” is Key’s reply. Taemin huffs, then sighs. Yeah, that’s kind of what he figured they would say. “listen tho he’s trying to give me a free album bc I guess that’s a thing that singers do but I don’t want it so do u want me to tell him to just sign it to you instead,” Key sends next. Taemin gasps this time, suddenly all excited again. He sits up quickly, then grunts and lies back down, pressing his hand to his forehead under his bangs to fight the sudden wooziness. Whoops. Key’s pups nuzzle and whine at him; Taemin doesn’t know if it’s from worry or annoyance at his constant movement.
“Yes pls,” he texts back, and then scoops both dogs up in his arms to snuggle them under his chin. With two soft little fuzzballs against him and the prospect of a bright, shiny, new, signed album coming his way soon, Taemin feels his inside get all warm and fuzzy again very quickly. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life than the fact that he loves his fave and he loves being able to love him.
#jongtae#jonghyun#taemin#key#kibum#pg#honestly i probly shouldve been tagging these as taekey too oh well#taems just : (((((((((((((( bc jonghyun is there and he is not#key gets the album tho and tells jong hes gross but also asks jong to come back for another photoshoot#taem Just Happens to visit that photoshoot#and is v : )))))))))#he only talks to jong a lil bit and doesnt get all fucked up#and is Incredibly Relieved about that lmao#jong says sorry again also and its all good all around#cf au
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@tacchnyan merry christmas!! here’s some vaguely high school au killugon I hope you enjoy!!
Attack. He slams down on B. B B B B. Wait, block- he jumps to the left. Mashes B down again.
“Killua, to the left!”
He glances over, jumps to avoid the attack.
“Thanks.”
“You’re so good at these games, Killua.” Gon says, resting his chin on his fist. “Whenever I play, I die right away!”
“That’s cause-“ he stops, sticking out his tongue as a flurry of attacks come his way. As soon as it calms down, he presses pause. “That’s cause you don’t play ‘em as much. Just gotta practice.”
Gon pouts. “But it’s more fun to watch you play!”
“Then you won’t get any better.”
He clicks resume and jumps back into the battle.
“Can’t I just get better by- ah, what’s the word? By absorption?”
“Osmosis?” Killua offers.
“Yeah! Maybe if I just watch you enough, I’ll get better.”
“You can try.”
“I- Killua, behind you!”
He swivels the camera and jumps to the side, just barely avoiding the attack. “That was way too close. Thanks.”
It only takes a few more hits before the battle is won and the game shifts to a loading screen. Killua sets the controller down and stretches out his back.
This kind of day is one of Killua’s favorites. The kind where Gon doesn’t have practice so they walked home together, where Mito is gone so they sprawl across the couch, uncaring of how close they are. The kind of day where they can just… be.
He turns his head to look at Gon with a fond smile.
“Can I have a turn?” Gon asks.
“Yeah, just let me save.”
-
Killua shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, trying not to shiver. It’s freezing out – grass frosted over, breath misting out in front of him. He shifts on the bench he’s sitting on – which feels more like a brick of ice than the wood it is – and resists the urge to check the time again.
He’s waiting for Gon to finish practice. It’s something he does frequently – waiting around the school doing homework or playing games on his phone until Gon comes running out to meet him. Usually, it’s not so bad. He can lay down on the field or curl up in a corner for a nap.
Today, however, is the coldest day of the year so far, and it’s only November.
Gon should be getting out soon though, and he can’t wait until they get to Gon’s house and he can warm up.
It’s better than the alternative, he thinks. Much better to be standing in the cold waiting for someone he loves than going back to that place with people he despises. He won’t call it home, same as he won’t call them family, because they’re not.
He watches his breath mist out in front of him, watches it fade into nothing.
It’s only a few minutes later that Gon comes running out of the school, hair still wet from his shower.
(Killua yells at him that he’ll catch a cold being wet in this weather, but he can’t complain when Gon slides their fingers together and holds his hand tight on the walk home.)
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Gon (9:02): hey killua did u do the bio hw
Gon (9:10): killua????
Gon (9:23): killua i rly need it ;A;
Gon (9:31): r u mad at me??
Gon (9:37): killua….
Killua (9:54): oh shit sorry I was playing fe
Killua (9:55): yeah just sec i’ll send you pics
Gon (9:57): killua!!!!
Gon (9:57): thank you <3
Killua (9:58): <3
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It’s late. Moonlight filters through Gon’s curtains and settles across the room like a pale blanket, safe and secure. The TV plays quietly from down the hall; the steady tick of a clock sounds from across the room.
He and Gon are chest to chest on the bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms. On the ground, long since abandoned, lays the futon Mito had laid out for Killua that evening.
Gon’s only barely awake and Killua isn’t much better, warm and comfortable and lulled by the even sound of Gon’s breathing. Gon has one hand on his head, slowly running soothing fingers through his hair and Killua doesn’t think he’s ever felt more relaxed in his whole life.
He presses his nose to Gon’s neck and takes a deep breath. When he exhales, Gon lets out a breath.
“Killua,” Gon mumbles into Killua’s hair. “That tickles.”
“Sorry.”
“’S’okay.”
It’s quiet for a minute, wind breathing against the window. Gon’s hand has stilled where it lays on his head, and Killua thinks Gon’s fallen asleep.
“Killua…” It’s softer this time, the words ghosting along the air. Killua hums acknowledgement. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”
Killua sits up a little, just enough to be able to look at him. Gon’s eyes crack open and a slow smile spreads across his face. Killua swallows. “Me, too.”
(They fall asleep wrapped up in each other. If Mito notices the next morning, she doesn’t say anything about it.)
-
Christmas is creeping ever so steadily closer, and Killua isn’t ready.
He’s already gotten a gift for Gon, yeah – tickets for a movie he wants to see – and yeah, he thinks Gon will like it, but it just… doesn’t seem like enough.
He doesn’t know how these things work. Holidays were nothing more than seeing a few Christmas ads on TV in his rare spare time as a kid; even after a few years with Gon, he still isn’t quite sure whether this does it or not.
He wants it to be something special, because Gon’s worth it. Because Gon deserves it.
-
Gon invites him to stay the night Christmas Eve, if telling him to be there by two or else is inviting. Not that it matters; he would have showed up even if Gon hadn’t said anything.
As it is, he shows up at half past one with an overnight bag, Gon’s present hidden at the very bottom of it. He stands there, shifting from one foot to the other as he waits for Gon to answer the door.
But he doesn’t.
Killua texts him, knocks on the door a little louder. Nothing.
He wonders if Gon went out somewhere, but Gon had known he was coming over, and he’s never gone out without him before, so-
And then there’s a crash and a yell from inside.
He doesn’t even really think about what he’s doing when he opens the door, but he does have a moment of clear thought where he acknowledges that the door wasn’t even locked, what the hell, Gon. Then he’s running inside and straight into a cloud of dark smoke.
“Gon?” He calls, waving the smoke away from his face.
“Killua?” He moves toward where he knows the kitchen is, and as the smoke begins to clear he watches the scene unfold.
Gon stands next to an open oven, from which pours smoke. A tray of something black and completely burnt lays on the ground. Gon is fanning the smoke toward an open window.
“What the hell happened?” He asks, pulling his shirt up over his nose and moving to open another window. Gon doesn’t reply, however, and averts his eyes when Killua comes back over. “Gon?”
Gon bends down and picks up the tray. As it sets it on the counter, he says, “I wanted to make cookies for you. Since you like sweets.”
Killua looks down at the tray again, and realizes that the burnt charcoal are supposed to be cookies.
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” Gon sighs, poking at one of the black circles. “I might have forgot to set a timer.”
“Oh, Gon.” There’s a fond feeling welling up in his chest, and he steps forward to act on it without even thinking, pulling Gon into a hug. “Thank you.”
Gon wraps his arms around his back. “I’m sorry I burned them.”
“I don’t care.” And Killua kisses him.
It’s short and sweet, and Gon sighs again when they pull apart, this time sounding more relived than anything else. He leans his head on Killua’s shoulder.
“Mito makes baking look so easy,” Gon laments. “I didn’t think I would be as good as her, of course, but I didn’t think I’d mess up this bad.
“We can make some more later,” Killua tells him. “Have Mito help us.”
Gon nods against his shoulder.
-
(They do make more later, when Mito’s back from shopping and they’ve cleaned up the kitchen. She doesn’t comment on the burn spots on her pan, and they don’t mention it.)
-
Killua’s awake.
It’s a slow thing. His dream shifts, warms, softens, and then he’s laying in bed, eyes adjusting to the dim light and trying to figure out what woke him. It doesn’t take long to find.
Gon’s gone.
The bed beside him is still warm, however, so Killua knows he hasn’t been gone long. Killua sits up and tries not to mourn the warm covers as he leaves the bed.
The bathroom is empty. Kitchen, too. Killua even peeks his head into Mito’s room to see if Gon had curled up to sleep with her, but nothing. He’s just about to go back to Gon’s room and just text him when movement from the living room catches his eye.
Gon’s sitting against the wall, knees to his chest, staring at the Christmas tree. Killua watches the reflection of the fairy lights twinkle in Gon’s eye before he walks over.
“Gon?”
Gon starts, looking around. When he sees Killua, his face breaks out in a grin.
“Killua.”
“What’re you doing out here?” Killua asks, flopping down beside him. One of Gon’s arms leaves his legs, ghosting across the floor and over to him. Killua takes his hand in his own.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Gon explains. “I think I’m just excited.”
“For Christmas?”
“Yeah.” Gon sighs, leaning his head against the wall. “Ever since I was a little kid it was just so exciting, y’know? I used to always try and stay up waiting for Santa to come. Never caught him, though.” Gon laughs. “Even when Mito told me he wasn’t real, I still wanted to stay up for some reason.”
Killua can’t say he understands the feeling Gon’s talking about but he nods anyway. Gon turns to Killua with a sigh.
“I’m sorry for keeping you awake,” He says. “We should go to bed now.”
“Or else Santa won’t come.” Killua agrees, and the laugh Gon gives sends his heart into a helpless flutter.
-
When Killua wakes next, it’s morning – actually morning, light streaming in through the curtains and the sounds of life coming through the closed door. He can hear Mito singing and Gon laughing distantly. He gets up.
The air is warm and sweet outside of the bedroom, filled with the crackle of something frying. Gon looks up when Killua walks into the kitchen, running over.
“Merry Christmas, Killua!” Gon says excitedly.
“Merry Christmas, Gon.”
“Did you sleep well?” Mito asks him from next to the stove, wiping her hands on her apron.
“Yeah,” He says, and gives Gon a pointed look. Gon is polite enough to look sheepish, but it doesn’t last; he turns to Mito with a gleam in his eye.
“Can we open presents, now?”
Mito laughs. “Let’s have breakfast, first. Then we can open gifts.” When Gon pouts, she adds, “How about you go set the table?”
“Okay…”
“What should I do?” Killua asks. Mito gives him a gentle smile.
“You’re a guest,” She says, “You can just sit down and wait for us.”
Killua blinks. “Are you sure-“
“Don’t argue with her,” Gon whispers to him as he passes by with plates in hand. “Just relax, Killua. We’ve got this!”
Killua sits down at the table, and as he waits, watching Gon move around the kitchen and Mito cook, both of them chatting amiably, he realizes how much this feels like home.
It’s more than just dating Gon – more than just them being best friends, he thinks. They – b0th of them, Gon and Mito – are truly kind people. For a moment, Killua wishes that his parents could be more like Mito, kind and caring. But he knows that wishing does nothing, and so he just tries to appreciate this moment while he can.
As Gon passes by again, he pauses, looks over to Mito. Then he leans down and presses a quick kiss to his lips, grinning when he pulls back and continues on his way. Killua smiles down at his hands.
Even though he knows this’ll end – that eventually he’ll reach the end of his stay and have to return home – it’s enough. This is enough for him.
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If Jeon Jungkook was a boyfriend.
I feel as if he’d confess first; don't even try to fantasise that he’ll be cocky or something, that boy is the literal epitome of shyness.
I’m guessing everyone can imagine how the confession went; baby would be all stutters and fidgeting because shY and cutE, like, my heart is melting and turning into gooey mush.
In addition, he’d be insecure and SO unsure, like, baby no you’re perfect.
Jungshook when his S/O would say that they like him back.
Jung shook when he’d have the cutest kiss on his nose (bonus; S/O tiptoeing to reach because JungGigantor- a concept that I’d pay to see over and ovER.)
And the Chronicles of Boyfriend!JK begins.
He’d be veRY shy about PDA; S/O would be playfully annoyed that their hand wasn't being held and so they’d introduce the idea of holding pinkies.
because Baby JK.
It becomes a habit for years to come.
Pinkie holding when watching TV; JK’s pinkie close to breaking if he and his S/O watch a horror movie together.
Pinkie holding begins when the two start to cuddle- something that happens like so many months into their relationship because JK is an idol and S/O tries hard to not cry themselves to sleep as they hold one of JK’s hoodies (JK also wants to give S/O space and doesn't want to seem clingy.)
JK comes back and S/O is happy.
They celebrate with a competition of who can eat the most cup noodles.
JK gifts S/O snacks from different countries.
The sounds of crunching literally resonate throughout the room.
That’s all you’ll hear for, like, half an hour.
JK acts gooey and feeds S/O with red cheeks and the cutest bunny smile OH MY LORD THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME ON A SUNDAY MORNING.
JK deciding to introduce S/O to his hyungs (bad idea.)
Seokjin advises the two to use protection (JK dies and so does his S/O), Yoongi gives JK a pat on the back, Hobi’s so happy for JK and JK just sheepishly smiles, Joon can’t believe that JK’s growing up, Tae and Jimin just bombard the S/O with memes and silly faced pics of JK (”what’s your number? i’ll send them to you when he’s asleep” Tae whispers as JK wrestles with Jimin to delete those godforsaken pictures)
S/O gives Tae their number.
They’re put into a gc with 6/7 of BTS (excluding JK.)
S/O is constantly sent pictures of JK smiling at his phone.
Jimin exposes JK saying that his home screen is S/O.
JK finds out about the gc.
JK tries to be angry because there’s pictures of him coming out like a waterfall.
He can't help but smile because S/O doesn't say anything bad about him and he realises that they are so purely in love with him it’s unreal (’DON’T TEASE HIM LIKE THAT’, ‘JIMIN HE’S BEAUTIFUL FIGHT ME’, ‘I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT A GREEK GOD IS MY BOYFRIEND’)
He sees S/O in a different way after that.
Appreciates them a lot more (as if he didn't before.)
#WHIPPEDASSHIT
#ASWHIPPEDASWHIPPEDCREAM
They play video games together.
Stay awake together because Energetic Bunny.
if S/O is smol. he will use them as a weight on his back as he does press ups.
if S/O is tol, will still use them as some type of gym equipment.
competition as to who can do the most press ups.
nobody can lose against him WHAT IS HE FED?!
When S/O eats, it’s instinctive for them to feed JK because they’re tired of JK stealing their food.
S/O always wishes JK a goodnight with a paragraph of how much they love him.
JK always sleeps with a smile on his face.
The world is a better place after that.
because JK is happy.
ooh, i forgot.
JK having their hair touched if he puts his head in S/O’s lap.
JK attempting to slow dance with S/O on the tips of their toes- foreheads touching, not a care in the world PROTECT THESE TWO AT ALL DAMN COSTS I’M BEGGING YOU.
the two are precious human beings and if they fall asleep on a couch together, expect pictures from BTS because their maknae’s a baby in love and it’s adorable and DESERVES TO BE CHERISHED.
that is all.
I am out.
thank you for reading :)
#jeon jungkook#jungkook#jungkook boyfriend#jungkook in a relationship has to be cherished#bts#imagines#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts fluff
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