#I found this at the Halloween store and thought I should share
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Chronicles of My Witchy GF | JJK
We made our own magic.
✵ Pairing: Jungkook x witch!Reader
✵ Genre: fluff, smut, crack
✵ Rated: W for Which Witch?
✵ Warnings: little bit of weed smoking, lots of cheesy lines (babies in love), Jungkook accidentally eats something he shouldn’t (twice), lots of crying (in the good way), this shit gets nasty, mentions of food play, masturbation (m), dry humping, thigh fucking(?), pillow fucking, tiny bit of breed kink (it’ll make sense later lol), accidental facial, oral (m + f recieving), throat fucking, face sitting, lots of cum (a lot!), unprotected sex (be smart y’all <3)
✵ Word Count: 31.8k (get snacks :’D)
✵ Summary: Just Jungkook and a few cute tales about his witchy girlfriend~
✵ Now Playing…: Freaky Deaky by Tyga & Doja Cat, Lay it Down by Steelix, Under the Influence by Chris Brown
✵ Betas: Thank you so much to the amazing @jessikahathaway and @xxxanimangxxx for looking over this monster fic so quickly <3!
✵ Author’s Note: This fic is so unserious yall, I don’t know how I ended up writing this 😭 I had plans for a Jimin fic, but I started this hoping to get it done quickly, but this turned out a lot longer than I thought it would be :’) Anyway, I thought I would experiment a little with this type of formatting for this fic~ Hope y’all enjoy, and Happy Halloween! This couple is so cute and has so much drabble potential (I got ideas~)! P.S. Made the banner myself and I’m tryna get better, hope y’all like 😅
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Hello to the random person who decided to click on this post! I know the title of this might sound a little strange and no one reading this will believe anything I say, but I was just hoping to rant to the void with the high probable fact that this message will most likely be buried under many other users’ posts. I can’t talk to anyone in my life about this. My friends and family have not even heard these stories to their true entirety, as they include secrets that aren’t mine to tell. For once I wanted someone to hear the tales that have somehow become my life.
I’m Jungkook (pronounced Jeong-guk) and a few years ago I found myself dating a witch (yep, you read that right). We had recently gone out shopping together and I had made up the excuse that I was going to check out another store. In actuality, I was really interested in going to this jewelry place.
A couple weeks ago on a late night I ended up on their website looking through the array of their jewelry for a birthday present, but I found myself up all night scrolling through the engagement rings page. I had wanted to see a few of them in person.
We haven’t been dating too long (6 years isn’t that long right?) and we’re both still young with dreams and aspirations that have yet to be achieved in their entirety. That step has always been something I thought should be saved at a later point when things have gotten less hectic, but I found myself looking at this one ring in particular that I couldn’t stop imagining on her finger. All this has just made me reminisce and think about our future.
My emotions are a mess right now, but for some reason I found myself here wanting to share with a faceless crowd how weird my girlfriend is and how much I love her.
*All stories were shared with her permission, she’s helping me write this :3*
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**Bold words are in Korean**
The way he had come to know you had been purely coincidental. Jungkook had always been the type to try his best in his classes. His grades were pretty good considering the notoriously hard courses he was required to take and his gpa managed to show for his efforts. In high school he never cared too much about that type of thing, but after managing to graduate with a 4.1, he was determined to keep it up.
It had been the fall semester in his 3rd year that he found himself stupidly enrolled in an Ancient History class after his friend Namjoon talked him into it. He was a numbers guy and the class focused on reading a lot of text that he could hardly understand. He tried to pay attention in class but the only reason he was able to absorb any of the course material was listening to Namjoon happily rant about how interesting the story of Gilgamesh was.
The first few quizzes and even the exam he had a few weeks after, Jungkook found himself stunned at how terribly he was doing. The assessments were hard on their own, but no matter how much he tried to talk with Namjoon about the meaning behind Gilgamesh’s third dream in the story he still found a 65% popping up once he submitted his exam.
His heart sank, because he knew if he didn’t do well on the next upcoming unit he was sure to fail the class and he could kiss that 4.0+ goodbye.
With even more help from Namjoon plus a few of his history loving friends Jungkook managed to float at a 70% for all his quizzes but once the midterm was approaching he knew he had to pass this in order to have any chance at getting above a C.
But as he submitted his very last quiz before the midterm and that 69% popped up he found himself a little desperate for a solution. Somehow his frustrations ended up being received by Taehyung, his roommate and a good friend of both him and Namjoon. He was an Art Major who always seemed to have a little too much time on his hands and enough weed stashed away to make Jungkook momentarily forget about his problems.
“I can already see it now, all A’s then that one fucking D…” Jungkook sighed, leaning back in his bean bag chair. After that last quiz his overall grade had now reached a spectacular… drumroll please… 68%. It was bad, really, really bad.
“Hehe D…” Taehyung quietly giggled to himself.
“I haven't had a D on my transcript since elementary school…” Jungkook thought back. “It’ll be so obvious, my parents will see it immediately.” He feared what they might say, the look of disappointment on their faces… the thought alone made Jungkook want to implode.
“Like BAM… right there, just a big fucking D—”
Jungkook was hardly able to finish before Taehyung burst out laughing. It took way too much time for him to figure out what was so funny. He just rolled his eyes at his friend’s childish sense of humor when he was trying to have a serious talk.
Taehyung picked up on the vibes and stared at him.
“Jungkook, I have no idea why you’re thinking about that class right now. Is this weed not good or something?” He genuinely wondered, despite how out of it he felt.
“I feel like it’s made it worse.” Jungkook groaned, the only thing his mind could focus on was that one D that was probably going to ruin his perfect transcript and– Hehe, it was actually pretty fun– No! No it wasn’t, he was seriously about to fail this class!
Jungkook sighed and took another hit from his blunt, hoping that would somehow make all his problems disappear.
“Ok ok ok… how desperate are you to pass this test?” Taehyung eventually asked.
“Hyung, if this is some weird way for you to say I should sleep with the TA again because I swear—“ Jungkook sighed, knowing where this was going.
“No! No… but you really should consider it— I’ve heard she’s pretty hot and maybe that can be your way to pass the class!” Tae tried to reason.
“Hyung, what did I say?!”
“Plus, when was the last time you got laid?” Taehyung suddenly questioned.
“What do you mean? I slept well last night.” Jungkook said seriously, but he just got a hard slap on the back from his hyung at his joke.
“Jungkook, be serious! You don’t come to any of the parties Jimin invites us to, you’re always crammed up in your room. I don’t know, that TA might be a good option for you…”
“Oh my god.” Jungkook suddenly didn’t know the man beside him,
“You both can like read each other lines from the Iliad as dirty talk.” Taehyung laughed but he was actually being serious. Jungkook’s face flushed, both annoyed that this was still a conversation they were having, but he was also embarrassed his hyung wasn’t even exaggerating.
It had been since freshman year that he had last gotten down and dirty. The only reason he had done in the first place was to check off that stupid virginity box that didn’t really exist in the first place and his sad attempt to fit in with the rest of his peers. He quickly figured out though he wasn’t cut out for the quick party sex. Handjobs in a pantry, blowjobs in a car, fucking in a bush behind the person’s house was not at all his style. Some may call him sappy but he wanted the rose petals on the bed, the picnic blanket under the stars, the shit that makes you cry in movies— all of that was something he knew would probably happen only in a relationship.
The realization made him basically avoid every party his friends tried to bring him to and Jungkook couldn’t flirt to save his life in the “real world” so as sad as it may sound… everything Taehyung was saying was pretty much true.
Jungkook took a long hit from his blunt, somehow this whole conversation just made him feel even worse.
“Anyway though, that’s not really what I was going to mention.” Taehyung circled back.
“What… are you gonna say I should sleep with the professor next?” Jungkook was joking, but he was truly worried about what bizarre thing Taehyung might say next.
“You said it, not me.”
“Alright then… What could possibly save me from failing this class?” Jungkook stared up at the ceiling, his eyes trained on the spinning fan above.
“I know this girl who runs this shop downtown, she actually goes here at our school. I’ve been over there before I had big tests and didn’t really get to study, every time I’ve somehow managed to pass using this stuff she gave me.”
For a while Jungkook didn’t say anything, too focused on the way the fan seemed to slow down if he paid attention to one of the blades. Then it hit him suddenly at what his hyung was saying and sat up to face him.
“That’s your solution?” He was in disbelief that he was even suggesting this bullshit.
“I know it sounds crazy, I thought it was too but I promise every time I’ve been over there I’ve somehow managed to pass my test against all odds. Her stuff is pretty expensive so I can’t go over there all the time, but I guarantee everything she sells works.” Taehyung sounded like a spokesperson for the shop.
“Hyung…”
“It’s perfect for desperate situations like the one you’re in now.” Taehyung smiled, satisfied with his marketing.
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I think you got scammed.” Jungkook put it plainly, going back to staring at the fan.
“I’m telling you it works! It was worth every penny.”
“It’s a scam.”
“All you need to do is go over and tell her what you need help with, she’ll probably give you the same stuff she gave me. You take it home and you can either eat it or smoke it. I usually prefer the latter—“
“Hyung…”
“Come on Jungkook, think of it as a last resort. I promise to pay you back on whatever you end up spending if you end up doing badly on your midterm!” The suggestion was serious and Jungkook was confused on how this scam had his hyung confident enough to pay him back.
In the end Jungkook promised he’d think about it before he went to get goldfish to snack on.
As the days passed, what he never thought he would find himself even considering, started to seem like his only hope. Jungkook still didn’t understand a single line of the Iliad and his other classes were taking up all his time so he couldn’t try and ask Namjoon or any of his friends for help.
When the exam was two days away and after a couple of breakdowns Jungkook found himself in his room, tears staining his textbooks, absolutely mentally drained from taking a test earlier that day. The only thing he could think about was that midterm that was coming up in a few days and the offer his hyung had suggested.
It was probably a scam, it was 100% a scam, but he had nothing to lose at this point. Even if it was merely a coincidence that Taehyung managed to pass his exams, or maybe it was just the placebo effect at play, he needed whatever luck he could get.
That’s how he somehow ended up driving himself downtown to the address Taehyung had texted him the day after he told him about the place.
Jungkook could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the sign so unironically displayed ‘The Magic Shop’ above the door. It just made him feel even more crazy when he got out of his car and pushed open the door, a pleasant bell greeting him.
He didn’t know exactly what he was expecting going into a place called ‘The Magic Shop’ but he was immediately hit with the pleasant scents of cinnamon and a few other spices he couldn’t remember the name of. Displayed along the shelves were mainly jars with golden labels with words he couldn’t understand along with a couple of funny looking knick knacks in between.
The place was also appropriately decorated for Halloween, or rather much of it was just tasteful fall decor with a tiny skeleton and ghost sprinkled in between. Part of him wondered if this was because of the holiday or did this place look like this all the time.
“Hello, I’m over here!” Jungkook suddenly heard a voice call out, making him nearly jump. He quickly tried to calm himself before making his way through the aisles over to where he heard the voice.
“Over here!” He turned his attention over to the counter.
On his ride over he wondered what kind of girl could possibly be the type to run such a place. A lot of the time he would picture this weird old lady who had way too many cats, colorful scarves, and who was always found hunched over a cauldron brewing up something evil. Any guesses he would have always flew out the window the minute he remembered Taehyung told him that she went to their school.
Whatever he was thinking was nowhere near the reality. He didn’t expect to be nearly knocked breathless the minute you looked up at him through your big round glasses. You were absolutely adorable and Jungkook was literally rendered speechless as he watched you carefully weigh spices on your little, gold scale by the register.
Suddenly Jungkook did not know how to be a human being.
“Are you just going to stare?” You asked, examining the spices up close.
Jungkook finally snapped out of his daze and made his way over to you.
“I–I’m sorry…” Were the first ever words he said to you and immediately he regretted it.
“You’re fine, no need to apologize. I’m sorry I couldn’t greet you at the door. I have a big order I need to finish so…” Jungkook found himself staring at your lips as you talked, all he could think about was what it would feel like to kiss them.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized again “I didn’t realize you were so busy.”
“It’s fine, this time of the year always brings more than my regulars and I’m a major procrastinator so I always end up pretty swapped with work. What brings you to The Magic Shop?” Jungkook wondered if he should bring up why he came here considering how busy you were, but knew it would be weird if he didn’t mention it.
“My friend Taehyung suggested I come here–”
“You’re friends with Taehyung?”
“You know him?”
“Yeah, he comes over here often begging me to give him discounts.”
Jungkook suddenly wanted to take it back, the embarrassment making him want to disown him.
“I have a midterm coming up in a class that I just don’t understand. He told me you might be able to help me somehow?” Jungkook felt his face heating up, a terrible sense of shame creeping up at the need to come to you for help. What if you thought he was dumb?
You stopped what you were doing and stared at him. He couldn’t stop his palms starting to clam up at the weight of your gaze. You probably did think he was dumb.
“I–I’m normally not like this, but my friend made me take the class and the professor’s horrible and I’ve just been so stressed I–” Jungkook suddenly spilled his whole story hoping that would make you think differently but as soon as he started he regretted it.
“Hey woah woah, calm down. No judgment here.” You giggled and somehow Jungkook’s face got warmer as he played with the ends of his blue hoodie.
“Things happen, life gets in the way, people suck. It’s all good.” You reached under the counter and grabbed a sign reading ‘Payment can vary dramatically, all costs go to the ingredients in the remedy.’ in a very spooky font.
“People tend to get shocked when I tell them the price, so I just wanted to brace you.” You said now turning your attention to typing away on the register.
Taehyung had warned him before coming here that it was expensive, but the ominous warning made him slightly nervous.
“So when’s your test?”
“Huh?”
“Just some basic info I need to account for pricing and to make sure it works the most effectively. So when’s the test?”
“Ummm two days from now.”
“This thursday?”
“Yep.”
You typed away.
“Height and weight...” You gently smiled as you trailed off but never asked.
“No major health concerns?”
“None that I know of.”
“Good.”
It was silent for a while. Jungkook, as much as he tried not to stare, you made it hard not too at the way you cutely concentrated on the screen. What was wrong with him? Maybe his conversation with Taehyung made him finally realize how alone he felt, maybe he was right and he really did need to get laid again, but the way Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his chest made him know that wasn’t it.
“Soooooooo, do you really own this place?” Jungkook asked in a desperate attempt to talk (flirt) to you. Immediately though he realized how weird that sounded. “Not that–”
“You’re fine. Yes this place is mine– well mostly mine, my grandma technically owns the building and does all the boring paperwork for it, but I’m The Magic Shop’s one and only employee.”
“Do you just run it for fun?” Jungkook tried to rack his brain at how this arrangement could be possible.
“Haha, not in that way. She used to work here and then my mom did then me. We used to all work together. This place has become more like a family heirloom of sorts. My grandma eventually got too tired to come here everyday and my mom got busy with her job so it’s just me now.” You didn’t seem affected at all by this.
“You never thought about hiring anyone else?” He asked as you turned to the shelves behind you and started grabbing a couple of the small jars.
“Most don’t qualify and if they do they probably have their own shop already. I don’t mind it just being me though, I’ve been managing just fine by myself over the years. Plus saves more money to buy more high quality products.” Jungkook felt his heart nearly rip in half seeing you struggle to reach up to grab one of the jars on the highest self. You were absolutely adorable.
“Even with classes?” At this you turned around to face Jungkook, a shocked expression on your face. “Uh– Taehyung told me you go to the same school as us!” What if you thought he was some stalker?!
“Ahhh I see, of course he did… I mean it’s hard on some days but I love my job so I don’t mind the extra work.” You smiled at him before grabbing the last jar and bringing it back over to the register. You opened them all and he was immediately hit with surprisingly pleasant scents that had a smile enveloping his face. It also hit him suddenly that he had really no idea what he was buying.
“Soooo, what’s your major?” He decided to ask instead.
“Alternative medicine is what they officially call it.” You reached under the counter and grabbed golden measuring spoons and carefully started weighing the ingredients on your scale. “It’s basically me learning about what I kind of do already.” Jungkook nodded, the detail honestly making so much sense.
“What about you?” You asked eventually.
“Engineering…” While most would consider this something to boast about considering at their college the program was notoriously hard to get into, all he hoped in this moment was that his very logic based major was something you didn’t detest.
“You really are a smartie then… Alright, I’m impressed.” You smiled pushing your round glasses further up the bridge of your nose. Jungkook’s received many compliments about getting into the engineering program, hell his parents even threw a whole party when he got his acceptance letter, but your words for some reason never made him feel so proud.
You had managed to weigh all the ingredients and put them on a cloth that you gathered.
You started to type on the register. “Ok that’ll be $50.97.” You smiled at him and Jungkook couldn’t hide the look of shock on his face. Realistically he pictured expensive being at most $20 but even he thought that was unlikely.
You seemed to pick up on this and pointed up at a sign on the wall that read ‘All products guaranteed to work!’ also in a very spooky font.
If this was any other situation he would have just left because he didn’t want to spend 50 bucks for a scam, but he was reminded that Taehyung was paying for all this if it fails. It didn’t take much to also remember this was a case he was in fact really desperate, and well…you were just hard to say no to.
That’s how, despite his brain telling him this was such a dumb idea, he still found himself pulling out his wallet and handing you his card.
“Alright cutie, I’ll be right back, this usually takes only 15 minutes.” You said after handing him his receipt but Jungkook stopped listening the minute you called him cute. Either you seemingly didn’t notice your words or it was something you said to everyone.
At first he was about to chalk it up to the latter and this quick crush he formed for you was his reason for looking at it like that, but as you turned around he saw you stop in your tracks before hastily making your way to the back room.
Maybe he wasn’t reaching?
As the door opened his quick glance into the room showed him a completely different vibe then the rest of the shop. Instead of the cute small town hallmark shop that he was greeted with when he walked in, he’s almost sure he saw a room that almost looked like a dungeon. Stones lined the wall, the lighting was almost non-existent, and right before the door shut behind you he’s almost sure he spotted an actual cauldron, but he just figured that to be a Halloween decoration you never put out in the shop.
What has he gotten himself into?
While you worked in the backroom Jungkook let himself wander around the aisles of your shop, examining the jars closely and wondering what they possibly could be used for.
As promised it wasn’t too long before you re-emerged from the backroom and came out with a little bag and handed it to him.
“So you can either eat it with something or smoke it if you do that type of thing. They’re not any different from each other really and take the same amount of time to come into effect. Take it later tonight and you should do well on your exam— this doesn’t work though if you know absolutely nothing, make sure to look at the material once more and you should do well Jungkook.” You smiled at him and he wanted to say something. He completely missed the fact that he never told you his name.
“We should hang out sometime?” The words were on the tip of his tongue but all he found himself saying was a simple thank you before he was making his way back to his car.
As soon as he left he kept cursing himself for at least not asking for your number. Was he really that out of practice at flirting?
He possibly even had the go ahead to make a move at the way you called him cute… As soon as he was alone in his car he could have squealed at the thought, but he was immediately just filled with embarrassment.
What if that really was your go ahead? What if he just missed his chance?
Jungkook’s lack in game was once again so obvious and all he wondered was how he was somehow able to successfully flirt with people at a party back when he was a freshman and managed to get them to sleep with him was a mystery to him as well. Maybe it was the alcohol?
Slightly dejected Jungkook drove back to the apartment and immediately went to open the little bag you gave him. Inside was another tiny bag that had a ribbon wrapped around it along with a card attached:
‘Good luck with your exam cutie ;)’
Oh.
Oh.
Jungkook felt his face flush. So he really was an idiot then?
He untied the ribbon and was again met with the scents of cinnamon. In the bag itself was a black powdery substance and he couldn’t help but wonder how this was going to help him pass his exam. Despite his doubts he decided to make himself an early dinner and sprinkled some of the magical black stuff on his chicken alfredo microwave meal.
It didn’t taste like anything but he couldn’t deny that he felt tingles through his body, but he didn’t think that it meant anything.
Right after he went straight to his copy of the Iliad hoping whatever you gave him wouldn’t kill him and somehow his test scores would improve.
Two days later he sat staring at the submit button for longer than he wanted to double— triple… he checked over his answers seven times before he finally felt even the slightest bit comfortable clicking submit. He probably would have kept going if the one minute warning didn’t pop up and he closed his eyes as he finally clicked the button.
Jungkook waited a solid minute. His peers that were left in the classroom were already packing up their stuff and leaving the lecture hall, but he waited, praying to every possible deity he could before he finally opened his eyes.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
98%
Jungkook could have cried at that very moment, he almost did but he was already getting concerned glances from his peers.
He left the hall to Namjoon standing outside the hall waiting for him and he couldn’t help boasting to his hyung about his unbelievable score.
When he got back to the apartment he got a lot of “I told you so”s from Taehyung which he didn’t mind but it did make him wonder what your role might have been. He couldn’t lie, the minute after he ate whatever you gave him and went back to the Iliad, a lot of the lines made a lot more sense and he could remember the countless characters in the story.
Maybe he just had a good study day or maybe…
It was a few days later that Jungkook finally managed to muster up the courage and return to your little shop downtown. He was running solely off of adrenaline as he made his way inside to see you. You were behind the counter like you were the first time he met you and you barely got to say hello before he was saying the words he wanted to say since he left.
“Doyouwanttohangoutsometime?” He said it too fast and as the silence hung in the air and your confused expression seemed to grow even more bewildered that adrenaline he had when coming in started to fade.
Did he already mess this up?
“You want to hang out with me?” You repeated back and Jungkook was honestly confused on how you understood him. He pulled himself together and pulled out the card you had given him and tried to put back on his confident face.
“I think you’re cute too.” Jungkook cringed at his words, quickly realizing he sounded like some middle schooler.
“I— I ummm I wanted to ask you out on a date… or it doesn’t have to be! We could always just hang out if that’s what you prefer.” Jungkook’s face was growing warm again, embarrassed to the point he feared he may explode.
Jungkook didn’t really know what you might say but he started turning red when you started laughing.
“Did your exam go well?” You asked.
“98%… I could hardly believe it…” He tried to join in on whatever the joke was but he was confused and flustered, worried he fucked this up.
“Mmmm I’m glad… it seems like it still hasn’t worn off, you were so nervous last time. Alright, where are you taking me?” You smiled at him.
Jungkook had no way of knowing what that could have meant at the time but all he could focus on was that somehow you agreed to go out with him despite the shitstorm his attempt was at trying to ask you out.
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If you’re curious I finished the course with an 83%, a B, not an A like I was hoping for, but it was certainly better than what I was expecting. Y/n helped me a lot understanding our last two units and I did a lot better overall after the midterm :)
Our first date was at this cute cafe that was decorated with these beautiful plants growing everywhere we turned. Y/n said it was a bit cheesy but she ended up spending the whole time gushing about all the different plants around the cafe. We ended up spending an extra thirty minutes there going around to every catus, succulent, fern, and taking pictures so she could add them to her collection at home. It's still one of our favorite places to visit every now and again.
I’m a little embarrassed to admit we went on more “dates” than I can count. We were more like friends for a while despite being pretty obvious with our feelings. We hung out a lot after class, I helped her a lot with some of her homework, she met my friends and we would all hang out pretty often (I quickly learned she didn’t have very many, but Y/n would always make the excuse and say the people I hung with were just much cooler).
She steadily started to work her way into my life and finally one day I mustered up the courage to make it official.
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Jungkook and you had been hanging out at the park that day. You always said it gave you inspiration so you both tended to frequent there after your last class. You both weren’t saying too much, just admiring the view.
“Would you leave me if you were a bird?” You asked him randomly as you both were looking at the lake, a flock of birds flying over catching your attention.
Jungkook turned to you a little confused. One of the reasons he liked you so much was simply put… you were weird, sometimes even weirder than he was and many of his friends would agree that was a bar they never thought could have been passed.
“Mmmm no, I would just be like one of those birds pirates have. I’d live on your shoulder.” He smiled at you but your attention was still on the water in front of you both. “Why’d you ask?”
“I don’t know… you don’t think you would feel trapped being on my shoulder? I mean you could be out flying and seeing the world, but you’re stuck being my… pet.” This was a weird question, something not entirely out of the ordinary for you to ask, but he could immediately tell by your tone you seemed a little down which was more strange.
“I’m not your pet!” Jungkook giggled, hoping to make you smile, but was still concerned about your somber mood. “I’m just a bird on your shoulder. I could fly away at any time but I like being by your side. You’re fun.” He smiled.
“You don’t think I’m weird?”
“No— well, maybe a little…”
“Jungkook! That was your cue to say something romantic like ‘No Y/n you’re perfect~’” You clasped your hands together and batted your eyelashes imagining how much your heart would have melted. Gone was the sadness from your voice, but this was again just one of those cues that Jungkook had a habit of missing.
“You asked!” He tried to defend, but a gentle slap on his arm was sent his way anyway.
“I’m trying to help you out Jungkook, we’ve been just ‘hanging out’ for months…” You sighed kicking around the dirt underneath the bench.
It took him a minute to realize what you were implying, but as soon as he did he felt his face light up again. Things really had been on a stand still since he asked you out last semester…
Deciding not to overthink things Jungkook rested his hand on top of yours and interlaced your fingers. “Is this romantic enough for you?” He chuckled, but he was blushing.
“No.” You said so suddenly, making his attention turn back to you. “I want to skip all the in between. This slow burn has been going on for long enough, I want you to kiss me.” Jungkook was waiting for you to start laughing but he searched your eyes and you seemed genuine, so genuine it almost hurt.
Jungkook was operating on autopilot at that point and he started to lean in but your finger came over his lips and stopped him.
“What if I really am too weird? What if you get scared and run away?” It was a cry that almost seemed like he wasn’t supposed to hear, a thought that had been bouncing around in your head so much you finally had to ask. Of course at the time Jungkook had no idea what you were talking about, but no matter what this ‘dark secret’ was that you were keeping from him he really didn’t care.
This excruciating slow burn that has been happening for the last few months have been some of the best he could have experienced. He finally had a reason to come out of his room, only in a matter of a few months you had become the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up, and the very thing he falls asleep to. He loved the way you’d text him at odd hours in the night and how you’d FaceTime him to fall asleep. He loved being near you and only wanted to pull you closer anytime you were together.
In that moment nothing you could have said would have stopped him as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a hug.
“You’re my weirdo. Let’s stop playing this game… I want you.” His eyes were trained on your lips and he slowly started to lean in again.
“Where’d this confidence come from?” You smirked and he could have exploded the minute you glanced down at his lips, the tingles running through his body could have powered a whole city.
“I told you, I want you.” His tone was low and all he wanted to do was kiss you.
“Is this what I think it means?”
Jungkook was going to tell you yes, yes he wanted you to be his girlfriend but he couldn’t stand it any longer and finally closed the distance between you two.
It was like something you would see in a movie. The setting sun in front of you, as you kissed in front of the little pond. Your lips were so soft as they moved against his own. His heart was pounding but he felt so comforted in your arms, you were so sweet, so his.
Jungkook had no idea how it happened but somehow you found yourselves bursting through your front door of your apartment, not allowing a moment of separation. Maybe it was his fault… it probably was his fault considering how long it’s been since he’d been with someone like that, or the fact he’s never felt like that before, but in the dark he ended up tripping over your couch. You both laughed and you seized the moment, taking a seat on his lap and rode his cock till he cried.
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Our relationship was “normal'' for about a month before I started to notice things. I had noticed things the minute we started hanging out but now that we were official, it started to become a little hard to hide them.
One of the first things I picked up was the fact she knew things I knew I had never told her before. Unlike what happened the first day we met, I would notice there would be times we were talking and she would bring up details of stories I hadn’t mentioned yet, or thoughts I had yet to tell her. At first I figured it was just me forgetting (it’s what I kept telling myself until she finally told me what was going on) but even I started to question myself when it kept happening.
A specific incident was this one time Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, Y/n, and I went out to karaoke. We had played a drinking game and the loser was dared to sing at this bar we knew was hosting Karaoke night.
Y/n was the one that had lost, we all were prepared to go up there and sing eventually but she was going to be first. None of us, but me especially, was not prepared at all when she got up to do her cover of Ariana Grande’s song Greedy, for her to sound so magical. She seemed so shy, even needing to start over because she ended up laughing, but the minute the song started a second time she blew everyone in the bar away with her voice.
I was so consumed with trying to process the situation, figuring out a way to convince Jimin to go next because her performance made me a little too excited, and also trying to figure out the quickest way to get us out of there and back to her apartment, that I practically dismissed someone in the background telling everyone to look out the windows. I had looked and noticed that a bunch of pigeons, cats, dogs, rats, and for some reason a deer had seemingly gathered to watch her performance, but I paid it no mind when she made it back to the table because she looked so amazing up there and I enjoyed it way too much when I pulled her into my lap to let everyone in the bar know that this was my girlfriend.
To be honest, the reason she was able to hide it for so long had a lot to do with my ignorance, a bunch of situations going over my head that might have seemed obvious to someone else.
There was one time Y/n ended up sick. I decided to stay over at her apartment, despite her protest because I wanted to be a good boyfriend and take care of her.
Well it was weird, but everytime she sneezed this painting she kept on the wall would move completely off center. I had questioned it, but she would always say that it was the wind. It wasn’t a bad excuse because the window was open and it had been pretty windy that day. I’d move it back each time, but everytime she sneezed (I didn’t notice the pattern till later) it would move a good 70 degrees to the left.
What was even stranger was when I went out to make her some soup I came back to find everything in complete disarray, that painting was upside down, the clothes in her drawer had flown out across the room, and the pile of stuffed animals that sat neatly on a chair in the corner had seemingly been thrown around everywhere.
You would think I would question it but when she said it was the wind I simply closed the window and went to work trying to fix everything.
Y/n told me eventually that it got to a point where she started to feel guilty about this big secret she had yet to tell me. It was something she felt would be the deal breaker for our relationship that as time passed the harder it seemed to tell me.
It was at the one and a half month mark of our relationship that the secret finally boiled over.
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You and Jungkook walked hand in hand back to your apartment after a night out in the town. You both decided to head out to celebrate the school year being over and made a little date out of it.
Jungkook just wanted to take you out to a fancy restaurant but when you both were on your way back to your apartment you passed an arcade and ended up spending way too much time and money trying to beat each other at all the games. In the end he had won and in reconciliation he tried to win you this giant stuffed bear that he noticed you had been eyeing all night.
In one hand was Jungkook’s and the other was the bear that he worked so hard to get you. He was beaming ear to ear remembering his cool boyfriend move, the way he handed you the bear and how your eyes lit up when you snuggled it in your arms.
That night was just so romantic. You both had walked along the path that was right by the river, the water gently washed by and the moonlight was beautifully reflecting off the water, the moon had been full and bathed you both in its soft light. Jungkook had told you that he was taking you someplace nice so he had dressed up in a suit for the occasion and you had taken hours dolling yourself up, your plum-colored, sparkly dress was immaculate, the back hanging low and a glorious slit coming up all the way to your thigh. The dress tightly hugged your curves in a way that had Jungkook constantly fantasizing about what he might do to you once you got back to your place.
As the both of you walked and got closer to your apartment Jungkook had still been riding on the high of the date, but he started to notice how quiet you had gotten and the way you started to drag behind him. While he was holding your hand still, it almost looked like he was pulling you along instead of walking with him as you started to get slower.
At first he wondered if you were just tired from all the walking you ended up doing, already thinking about how you would react if he offered to carry you back, but one glance behind him was enough to see your dazed and almost pained expression on your features.
Immediately Jungkook stopped and turned to face you, extremely concerned.
“Are you ok?” He asked gently.
Silence passed for a little while and each second he started to become more concerned.
“No.” You mumbled. Jungkook noticed the quivering in your voice and immediately he started to panic. At that point he had never seen you cry like this before.
What could have possibly made you so upset on what he thought was one of the greatest nights you’ve shared? He tried to rack his brain on what he might have done to make you so upset but everything he thought of just resulted in a big ERROR which made him panic even more.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He tried to stay as calm as possible, but his words finally made the tears in your eyes spill over and he immediately felt his eyes welling up.
You broke down right there, your sobs made him feel like he might as well have been cut in half seeing you like that. He hastily pulled you into his arms and gently caressed your hair, trying his best to soothe you but your sobs easily got to him and the tears were quick to start rolling down his cheeks as well.
Your arms wrapped around him tightly almost as if you were pleading him not to leave you alone and hugged you tighter to hopefully let you know he would never.
You both were standing there for a good few minutes, Jungkook trying his best to console you and you just poured out all the emotion that you had kept bottled up inside.
Eventually you finally pulled away and looked up at him, your tear streaked face and sniffles had all new tears spilling from his eyes.
“Ba— Y/n… please, what’s going on— what-what’s made you so upset?” He looked you in your eyes, pleading for you to tell him. Just the thought of it possibly being something he did…
“Did—did I do something?” He finally asked.
You seemed to panic at this. “No! No Jungkook, it’s nothing that you did.”
“What happened then?” There was a sense of relief knowing he didn’t miss up tonight, but he couldn’t hide the confusion in his voice knowing how that opened up a whole new can of worms.
“Nothing happened… or well— it’s me I guess, I happened.” You looked down at the ground, seemingly ashamed.
“What do you mean you happened? Y/n you can tell me anything, you know that right?” He grabbed onto your hands and gently rubbed his thumb over your digits.
“No I can’t…” You said softly, a tear occasionally running down your cheek.
“Wha—“
“I have a secret that I’ve been keeping since we met… I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I just… I don’t think you’ll look at me the same way and—“ You hurried out, looking up at him with watery eyes.
“Y/n what do you mean?”
“Jungkook I really… really, really, really like you and I’ve never told someone this before and I’m just scared… scared you’ll be scared of me.” You sobbed and Jungkook was just puzzled.
He grabbed onto your shoulders making you look up at him again. “Y/n is this the part where you tell me you’re a serial killer with twenty victims and are about to make me the twenty first?”
He could have melted when he saw the way you cracked a smile at the joke.
“No I’m not.”
“No victims?”
“No.” You smiled slightly.
“Well then what you’re about to say can’t be that bad!” He reached up and caressed your cheek softly, wiping away your tears.
“You don’t know that… I just… I don’t want you to leave me once you find out.” You gripped tightly onto his suit jacket, scared if you let go he might go running.
“I promise I’m not leaving you because of this.”
“But you might—“
“Y/n please tell me so I can prove you wrong. I feel like you’re building this up too much. I’m not leaving okay? You can tell me.” He sent you a reassuring smile.
You looked up at him, knowing you had to do this at this point. You couldn’t keep this from him any longer and you hated lying to him.
With a deep breath you grabbed onto his hand and speedily led the both of you back to The Magic Shop. You didn’t live too far from where you both stopped so it was only a 10 minute speed walk until you were crossing the street to head into the shop.
You hurriedly pulled out your keys and grabbed onto the golden, almost cartoonishly fancy one and pushed it into the keyhole unlocking the door and pulling you both in.
Jungkook was confused on what this secret had to do with The Magic Shop but he still followed you as you led him to the door that went behind the counter and further back to the door that went to the back room.
At this he was honestly intrigued. Despite knowing each other for months he had never been into the back room before. Most of the time he would hang out with you in front of the counter, but occasionally especially when he came over to tutor you, you would let him sit behind the counter as you both worked through your calculus problems.
The only inkling of what was back there was when he saw you go back there the day you both met and from what he remembers it was… interesting.
You didn’t glance behind you as you pushed open the door to reveal the room.
Just like he had seen that day, stone lined the walls with another door on each wall, the room was dimly lit, boxes stacked against the walls and right in the center of the room was that same golden cauldron he had sworn he had seen before the door closed behind you that day.
“What’s this?” He asked as you brushed past it.
“Oh, I got it for the shop for Halloween two years ago but it was too big for me to put it anywhere. I’ve been meaning to put it away but it’s heavy and I’m lazy.” You said turning around to face him and he awed realizing his first assumption was right.
“What’s behind that door?” He pointed to the left. The door on his right clearly had a bathroom sign and you were standing by the door in front of him.
“Oh, it’s just a storage closet, plus where I keep inventory for the shop.” He nodded. He was mainly asking questions wondering how any of this could be a hint at the big secret that made you break down like that, but he was just confused.
He moved so he was standing with you in front of the door.
“I’m assuming this is where the big secret is?” He asked and you nodded. You moved so you were facing him. Jungkook noticed your grip on the bear he won for you was extra tight.
“Promise not to freak out?” You asked.
“I promise, I’m not running away.” He smiled at you trying best to calm you down, sensing you were nervous.
You took a deep breath before opening the door. Jungkook really didn’t know what he was expecting but a small closet with a couple of mops, brooms, and cleaning supplies was not what he was expecting was going to be the big reveal.
He looked at you a little confused. “This is it?” He questioned.
You shook your head.
You closed the door. “Open it again.” You commanded and moved so you were standing beside him again.
Jungkook was confused by this but when he felt your hand snake into his and grab onto him tightly, he hurriedly did as you asked.
Instead of the utility closet he saw before, was a room he couldn’t even recognize belonged to the same building. Jungkook slowly stepped in and tried to take in everything in the room.
It seemed like something out of a fairytale. The room was huge, a second floor somehow fit along the side of the room, the entire wall being covered with books. A light pink cauldron with flowers covering it sat in the center of the room along with a pedestal and what seemed like a fancy book sitting on top of it. On the wall furthest to where he stood were shelves of vials filled with brightly colored liquids.
The room was also covered in scarves, the fabrics draping along the walls, hanging from the ceiling and was wrapped around the banister on the second floor. Giant windows sat in the wall opposite to the bookshelves, the light outside so bright you couldn’t see out of them, but casted the entire room in this ethereal, heavenly glow. The room had an elegance he couldn’t quite comprehend, the regal furniture that decorated the room, the paintings as well seemed like something straight out of the renaissance. What really made this room stand out was the sparkles that shone in the sunlight and the countless amount of books and vials that were seemingly floating around the room.
The room didn’t seem real and Jungkook’s logical brain tried to wrack how any of this was possible, how he even got here in the first place. A tad bit overwhelmed, he turned around to face you.
The sparkles that were in the air crowded around you and your soft gaze made his heart melt. You were absolutely stunning and why his brain was desperate for a why and how all he could focus on was you. This, all this, for some reason felt like he was seeing you truly for the first time.
Jungkook walked back over to you.
“Y/n…” His voice was soft, truly at a loss for words.
“I’mawitch.” You hurried before you lost your confidence.
He didn’t react the way you expected. Anytime you ever thought of bringing someone back here it always resulted in them running out here, ready to burn you on the stake, but he looked at you with so much adoration you didn’t really know what to say.
He looked around the room, now that he was facing you, he could also see the countless amounts of brooms that lined the walls as well, but his attention quickly went back down to your eyes.
“Are you scared?” You finally asked after he didn’t say anything.
“This is all… it’s magic…” He asked, glancing around the room.
You nodded slowly. “I know this might be a lot to take in right now and you probably have so many questions and I’m happy to answer any one you might—“ You didn’t get to finish before Jungkook pulled you close and kissed your lips. He was so soft and gentle and you could have screamed at how much he gave you butterflies.
When Jungkook slowly pulled away he was shocked to find the sparkles in the room had formed together to create small butterflies flying across the room.
“Did you…?” He looked at you.
You nodded once again. “That kinda happens in this room… you give me butterflies.” You chuckled nervously and you felt his grip on your waist tighten.
“Y/n I have no idea what’s going on right now and I probably will have a billion questions about this later but… this is so beautiful, seeing you like this is so beautiful.” You looked like a goddess to him with the sparkles around you and this dress shinning even more in the light. “You’re so beautiful, my mind is blanking and all I want to do is take you over there on your fancy fainting couch and—“
He finally stopped and let himself breathe for a second as he pulled you closer to him. “Y/n I need you so bad right now it hurts…” He could have cried, he felt the tears wanting to come up but he didn’t let them, instead he kissed you softly and peered into your eyes.
“You’re not scared?” This was definitely not the response you were expecting.
“Not at all, just confused and horny.” He moved down to your neck and started kissing it gently.
Part of you wanted to cry, all your life you had expected the worst if you ever got to this stage with someone. Your mother and grandma would always tell you the only human that was allowed in your special room was the person you felt you were going to marry. Your whole life you feared people getting close and finding out this side of you, the first person outside of your family to see you truly and to see it had this type of effect on him… Jungkook, the man who gave you butterflies…
You hurriedly threw the bear you were holding onto a chair and wrapped your arms around him as he started sucking lightly on the soft skin. The room was suddenly shrouded in red and all the candles that sat around the room lit up. Jungkook noticed this and he nearly whined as he hurriedly picked you up and over to your dramatic fainting couch. He quickly got on top of you and started kissing you once more.
“Oh my gosh you’re so fucking hot.” He couldn’t stop the whine this time as his hand felt the skin between the slit of your dress, his desperate hands squeezing your thigh.
“I didn’t know magic would get to you like this…” You giggled as he started hiking up your dress.
“Are you kidding? I had the biggest crush on Sailor Moon when I was younger…” Jungkook recounted as he pulled you to the edge of the couch and got off the couch and moved you so your thighs rested on his shoulders.
He wasn’t lying either, her posters were sprinkled in between all his comic book posters back in his parents house.
He was a major fucking nerd and his nerdiest of nerd dreams was a superhero or one of the sailor moon characters swooping into his room and bringing him along on their journies as they fall in love.
You were a dream he didn’t know was possible, come true.
He wanted to ask so many questions, he probably was going the minute he could stop thinking with his dick for one second, but you were so cool and hot and—
He tugged down the soaked thong you were wearing, nearly tearing it off in the process.
“I love you so much…” He confessed right then in there before he hurriedly dove in to ravage your soaking pussy.
This is the night you wholeheartedly admit to crying. You cried as he gave you more orgasms then you could remember, you cried when he came up and fucked you on your couch, you cried in his arms afterward as he was asking you about every possible detail of your life as a witch.
It was all so… it was honestly the most magical night you ever had.
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I won’t tell you everything she told me but I learned a lot that night. All witches are women (this was also the time how she went on a tangent about how The Magic Shop won’t have another employee unless she had a daughter one day— making my love sick ass immediately start fantasizing about the possibility) who just have more abilities than the average human. She assured me that she wasn’t evil and only practices magic in order to help people around the world. She also explained the way she practices magic.
Most of the time she only uses her abilities to ‘enchant’ people’s orders. It was through a combination of different ingredients and her magical touch was, as she put it, the “secret sauce” to bring it to life. But Y/n also has a lot of other fun abilities. She took this time to explain a lot of weird things that have been happening in our relationship. One time when I stayed the night at her place and she was showering, she didn’t notice me sneaking in and I ended up scaring her pretty badly— well right in that moment a pipe burst. I laughed at the horrid timing but apparently that had been magic at play and I was just horrible.
After that day in her special room we became closer than ever. Our last year of college passed and we ended up moving in together. At that point I was hardly at the apartment anymore anyway. The only times I went over there was to hang and occasionally smoke with Taehyung (but she usually came with me during those times), or to get something to bring over to her apartment so the switch wasn’t all too dramatic.
She had ended up surprising me with a key to her place at the graduation “party” we had with our friends. I had been mainly using the spare key she had, but it was my own fancy key that was similar to The Magic Shop’s.
I moved all my stuff out over that summer and was pretty quick settling into everything.
The whole situation was perfect timing as the apartment she lived in was in the space right above the shop. The downtown part of our town is pretty expensive to live in but since her family owned the whole building it worked out for the better.
I got a job a few weeks later at a software engineering company that wasn’t too far, campus also wasn’t too far and I ended up going back to school to get my masters so it was great for my schedule.
Y/n began opening the shop Monday-Friday and it became her full time job, she wanted to take some time to establish the shop a little more before she would go back to school to begin her long journey at getting her doctorate.
The years we’ve been living together have all been amazing, but I just wanted to conclude this post with a couple of funny anecdotes because living with a witch has been an… interesting experience.
(He’s loved it >:D)
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Jungkook had come home a little earlier than usual. After getting off of work he checked his phone to see that his class had been canceled and headed straight home. He was excited because his weekend was finally starting after a long week and he had been missing you all day.
You had woken him up with breakfast in bed because earlier he had called in about coming into work a little later after the fact he’d gone to bed with a bad fever. You came in there looking like an angel as you handed him pancakes and oj, saying it contained your special touch. You checked his fever and it had gone down a little in his sleep but the minute he started eating the breakfast he instantly felt a billion times better.
He was tempted to just call in sick for work that day because after he finished you both cuddled (something he claimed was the last touch to make him feel better) and the last thing he wanted was to tear himself away from your warmth. He hated when the alarm went off to tell him to get ready but he had an important class to go to after work and he knew he wouldn’t go out later if he stayed.
In the end he found himself at his desk for a few less hours than normal as he spent the day texting you occasionally to tell you how much he missed you.
That important class that forced him out of bed earlier ended up canceled and as much as he would have enjoyed that free day he could have had, he was also happy to still have that sick day.
So he went home after stopping to grab a little desert for you both at that plant cafe.
As Jungkook opened the door he was a tad bit disappointed to not find you anywhere, but he quickly figured you must be in your special room.
He had learned soon after you told him about this secret side of yourself that there was actually a door you used to get to the room upstairs in your apartment. It had been a door you kept locked and beforehand always just told him it led to a storage room, but he was quick to learn that it was a way to get there without going downstairs to the shop. Ever since Jungkook moved in you always kept the door ‘unlocked’ so he could come in at any time.
Jungkook knocked slightly before pushing open the door. Usually you would be there working on some type of order for your clients, who typically were other witches or firm believers in alternative medicine.
Sometimes he was a little shocked at how many clients you would typically get considering if they weren’t a witch no one would know that your products really work the way they say they do.
The Magic Shop had made a name for itself though, after your grandma founded the business and your mother ran the shop for a little while, the name had spread across town. There were apparently a lot more witches in the town than he originally thought and the shop had a loyal fan base of people who preferred alternative medicine and a bunch of curious people who would stop by to check out the place. Not to mention all of the witches who would stop by for ingredients or ready-made enchantments. As a result you sometimes seemed more swamped with work than he was. Considering he had a full time job and still went to school, Jungkook would often come home to find you busy preparing orders long after he was ready to turn in for the night.
He was expecting to see you with your big round glasses looking into that fancy book with the cauldron glowing like he usually might, what he didn’t expect was a sight straight out of a horror movie.
The typical bright room was dark and your cauldron was spilling this ominous red smoke that settled at the bottom of the room. If that wasn’t bad, right in front of him was a glowing symbol on the floor and right in the middle of it was you, hovering in the center of it. Your pupils were gone and you had this terrifying ghostly appearance that Jungkook had never seen before that had him instantly reacting.
“Y/n!” He practically screamed, fully believing something went wrong and something bad was happening.
At his voice you quite dramatically dropped to the floor, all the eerie ambience being sucked back into your cauldron.
Jungkook quickly ran over to you, terrified at what might have happened.
He picked you up and his panic only got worse when he saw your eyes were closed.
“Y/n! Y/n wake up please!” He was so panicked and almost on the verge of tears but your eyes started to flutter open.
“Ow…” You groaned, your back sore from the fall.
“Y/n, are you ok?” He asked, concerned. What he didn’t expect though was your annoyed glare at him.
“Jungkook, why'd you need to scream? I was almost done with the ritual too…” you sighed.
He looked at you confused and it was only then that you realized how surprised he probably was at the sight. You were still annoyed though, that took you nearly all day to do.
“I was doing a ritual… I wasn’t possessed or anything. I was trying to increase our chances at winning tonight’s lottery, the prize reached 500 million dollars.” You could still taste the margarita you were gonna have on your private island if you and Jungkook won.
Jungkook awed and almost looked like a kicked puppy when he realized he interrupted you doing something important.
“I’m sorry…” He whispered and you hated seeing him so sad.
“It’s alright… no need to panic though next time you walk in to see something like this. Rituals are a bit… strange but I’m fine, don’t worry baby.” You grabbed ahold of his hand and smiled at him.
“Can I make it up to you?” He asked, and you could tell he still felt bad. “I don’t have 500 million to give you but—“
“Gimme a daughter, at least maybe with an extra set of hands I can retire to that private island quicker.” You were both joking and being completely serious. You expected him to laugh with you, but you noticed his face getting red.
“For now though you can just give me a massage. I hurt my back when I fell.” He pepped up at your request and grabbed your hand to lead you both back to the bedroom.
“Y/n…” Jungkook called you as you closed the door to your special room behind you.
“Yesss?”
He suddenly turned around to face you. “I promise you won’t have to work as hard some day… I’ll make sure of it.” His words were sweet but there was a fire in his eyes that made a shiver run down your spine.
You knew exactly what he meant by that.
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Jungkook was hanging out with you in your special room on a Saturday he had no work to do. Normally, he liked to give you your privacy whenever you worked here, but he was bored and you said it was fine to watch.
Not too much had happened while he was there, you had mostly been reading in your fancy book— you explained earlier that most of the time you’re just researching and experimenting with different spells and enchantments. Your cauldron glowed slightly as you stirred the mysterious liquid inside, each time you tossed in a new ingredient small little fireworks would shoot out.
The whole process you feared would bore him, telling Jungkook occasionally that he could leave whenever he got bored, but he continued to sit on one of your fancy bar stools by the cauldron, entranced and completely fascinated by your work.
A while ago, soon after you showed him the room he finally asked you where all your fancy furniture came from, to which you explained that it had always been here. Apparently the room is tied with your abilities.
You told him that witches undergo a special ceremony when they turn 13 that allows them to open their own room, which then unlocks a majority of their magical abilities, young witches only are able to do so much until they are ready to open their room. The room was created around you essentially and it’s looked like this ever since you opened it for the first time, besides a majority of the books you had bought over the years along with the brooms you’ve collected.
Jungkook just stared at you as you worked, finding this whole thing still a bit unreal that he was dating you. He couldn’t help reminding you every few minutes on how cool you were whenever you would toss in a new ingredient or when you emptied a beaker you would toss it up and it would float back over to your shelf, and how sexy it was to watch you work. The sparkles that shined around the room flocked to you and made you shine so prettily and your look of concentration was incredibly endearing to watch. You made his heart melt without even doing much.
The fact you liked him back was something he found a little hard to believe at times, seeing how extraordinary your world was and then looking at his own… extremely ordinary world.
To make matters worse he knew that you were a hot topic in the community, a young witch as pretty as you were who ran a successful shop by herself was something all the witches would talk about, especially the families who had warlocks in their family. Yes, they exist, it is pretty rare to have a guy get passed down the spark that witches would have, but it happens very very occasionally under special conditions that no one has managed to figure out yet and two apparently lived in your little town.
One Jungkook had never met before and you never really talked about too much, but the other, his twin, was someone Jungkook knew frequented the shop often. He’s seen it first hand, even when he was standing right beside you helping you out downstairs, Victor (ew >.<) would just walk in and hit on you. Jungkook even knew there were others outside the town who knew about you and would come by hoping to come by and win your heart.
You had also told him that a lot of people would have jumped on the opportunity to date a warlock, they were rare, powerful, had a lot of influence, and your future kids together would be extremely powerful with both magical parents. Victor wasn’t a bad looking guy, he’s someone a lot of your witchy friends often swooned over. He was just a little older than you both, him and his brother graduating the same year as Taehyung did, the three of them somehow knowing each other (Taehyung not sensing drama, made sure to add when Jungkook was ranting to him that he “loved those guys” and “that they threw awesome parties”). His family was also pretty well off owning another successful magic shop.
Victor wasn’t even a bad guy, he was just very adamant about dating you. You’ve told him he’s someone who's highly respected in the community.
All of these details made him so confused on how, despite the opportunity, you still picked him. He tried not to think about it too much because he knew that mentality would make him incredibly insecure and jealous, that being a clear recipe for disaster in a relationship, but watching you here right now made him think about it sometimes.
What if you were better off with Victor? (I want Jungkookie >:O)
Jungkook’s eyes widened when he suddenly felt your arms wrap around his shoulders. You lightly kissed his neck.
“You okay? I’m sensing a whole lot of negative energy over here…” You chuckled lightly, but you seemed worried.
Jungkook didn’t say anything and spun around in his barstool so he was facing you. He rested his hands on your waist and pulled you close so he could kiss you. You were a little surprised, but happily melted into it, enjoying the way his lips moved against yours. When he pulled away he pulled you close once more into a hug and rested his head on your shoulder.
“Thinking things I don’t want to…” He sighed.
“Wanna talk about it?” You asked, now really concerned.
“No— it's not that big of a deal, feel better already hugging you like this.” He really did, holding you like this made any of those silly thoughts go away. You picked him at the end of the day and he wanted you to keep picking him everyday. Just the thought of not being able to be with you like this was enough to fuel him into wanting to go over to Victor’s fancy ass mansion and punch him in the face the minute he opened the door and tell him to actually fuck off.
You loved him, your family loved him, his family loved you, all the people whose opinions really matter approved of your relationship. Who fucking cares about stupid Victor?
“You sure?” You reaffirmed.
“Yeah, sorry for disturbing you.” He apologized when he looked back over at the bubbling mixture in your cauldron.
“It’s fine, things weren’t going well anyway.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I can’t figure out how to make it not result in someone spontaneously combusting— I think I put too much Yvetris in it or—“ You rambled.
“Wait what?”
“Don’t worry about it, I was just going to ask if you wanted to take a break?” You smiled at him, a little tired of working.
Oh?
Jungkook eagerly nodded already a few ideas about what to do during this break, the main one involved you bent over one of these tables, naked and screaming his name, because fuck Victor.
You smiled but then your attention turned behind him and he turned around to see you were looking at your wall full of brooms. Your eyes lit up at an idea.
You ran past him and over to the wall.
“Do you actually ride those?” He questioned, always a little unsure of what they were up there for.
“What did you think I did with them?” You laughed, searching for the right one.
“I don’t know, I thought they were all replacements for that broom.” He pointed over to the one that was sweeping beside him and it swiftly came up and hit him.
“Ow!” He groaned, rubbing his head as the broom almost sassily went back to sweeping.
“Now you offended him!” You sighed, turning around and looking at them both. You knew your broom did not forgive easily.
“Sorry…” He looked back at the broom as it flew up to sweep on the second floor.
“You didn’t know— but no, he’s a different kind of broom.” You chuckled, going back to looking through your collection.
He honestly should have figured, the broom that would always sweep around your special room was a lot more plain compared to the brooms that lined your wall. The handle being made of a ridgid dark wood, and the gray bristles was something he always pictured a witch’s broom to look like. The ones on your walls came in all kinds of varieties, they all seemed to sparkle the same way you did in here, some were made of white wood, dark wood, some sparkled of gold, and the engravings into them were unreal.
“Which one?” You turned back and asked.
Jungkook pointed at the one that he deemed a classic, a beautiful dark wood with light strips running through it and golden bristles coming out the back. The engravings are what made him love it, the indicate swirls and patterns completed it so well, he always found himself staring at that one in particular whenever he was in here.
You smiled at him and he watched as the broom flew down into your hand.
“Where’d you get all of them?” Jungkook asked as you walked back over to him.
“I pretty much bought most of them. I’m a big fan of collecting brooms as you can probably tell. I used to compete in tournaments when I was in high school and the prizes often were these really cool brooms and it kinda inspired me to start collecting them.” You giggled.
“Wait… tournaments?”
“Yeah there’s this team that we have here and we compete against other nearby towns, sometimes even on a national scale, and there was once we made it to the world league. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty good and won a lot.” You pointed over to the corner where you kept all your trophies and medals, sitting on top of the case was your bear that he won you a few years ago.
“Why does my girlfriend keep getting cooler and cooler?” Jungkook wanted to say something about Quidditch, but he couldn’t think about his joke anymore…
“Stoopppp, now, cmon, let’s go for a late night ride~” You turned the broom to the side and Jungkook watched as handlebars and a long bench appeared on top.
“Holy shit…” Jungkook awed as he got up from the bar stool. He felt like he was dreaming, high, or maybe even both. Then again, he’s felt this way ever since you showed him this part of your life.
You hopped on top so you were straddling the bench and grabbed onto the handles. You ushered him over and told him to hold on tight. It was only when he sat down did he realize you were already floating.
You smiled back at him before the broom started flying up to the circular, stained glass window that was at the top of the wall of windows. Jungkook held onto you tight like you advised, laughing and cheering as he watched you both rise higher off the ground.
Jungkook then turned his attention to the circular window and how it disappeared before you both quickly flew through, sparkles coming flying out with you. Jungkook had no idea what he thought the outside of this room led to, but he was shocked to see you both flying high above in the sky, the clouds far down below and the moon, full, big, and beautiful shining over your little town.
Jungkook just stared down and around at the amazing view, unable to believe what he was seeing.
This had to be a dream.
“No one can see us! I’ll fly us a little lower!” You yelled over the wind quickly rushing past. Jungkook hardly had any time to prepare before you both were soaring downward straight for the town down below, all he could do was hold on and watch as the ground got closer.
He was screaming, was he terrified? A little, but he loved things like this and he was excited because he trusted you.
The buildings steadily got closer till he could make out the cars and which buildings were which. Over there was the river you both walked along the day you told him you were a witch, he could also see downtown, and way in the distance the park he had finally asked you to be his. Jungkook was so into admiring everything he hardly realized that you were still heading straight for the ground.
It was only when the buildings started getting a little too close did he start noticing the ground was right there. Jungkook felt his life flash before his eyes when you finally pulled up and started zooming past the cars rushing by.
You turned around and chuckled at the look on his face and he was quick to join in, now too caught up at how cool this was. You flew them through traffic, through a tunnel, and you were beating the speeds of the train that was beside you. It was an unreal experience and even though he nearly had a couple of heart attacks, the whole experience was bewildering as you flew across the little town.
After the initial excitement you both flew over places that took you down memory lane, you essentially gave Jungkook a glorified tour of the town since he didn’t grow up here and didn’t go to too many places when he was in college. You flew him over the spots you would frequent when you were younger and showed him some of the prettiest sights he had ever seen as you both went over the woods and the lake he didn’t even know existed.
It was also then that Jungkook noticed a few other witches riding by on their brooms, soaring just a little over all of the buildings.
It was amazing.
You both were now back over the clouds, cruising along as Jungkook held onto you tightly. Not out of fear, or the fact that he was supposed to, but he just didn’t want to let you go.
He really didn’t. He never would.
“Y/n…” Jungkook mumbled into your shirt.
“Mhmmm~”
“I love you so much…” He confessed and he felt the tears welling up slightly in his eyes. “Don’t leave me okay?” He tried to laugh it off.
In an instant your broom stopped. Jungkook looked around a little confused, until you flipped around so you were facing him.
“I should be saying that to you idiot…” You looked at him a little concerned. “Like it’s you who’s the one walking around with that pretty face, and who looks a little too good in the suits you wear all the time for work. You have all these girls drooling over you every time we go out, or should I mention Vanessa from work who always calls you even on the weekends. What if you think one day I’m too weird or something and leave me. You have so many better options…” You pouted and Jungkook could hardly believe what he was hearing.
“Weird? Y/n you’re the coolest person I know, no one could ever compare to you. Sometimes I think you’ll find me too boring and run away with Victor, or his brother, or one of the other warlocks who keep coming to the shop… How could I ever think you’re weird– like with who else could I do this with–”
“Well–”
“Just you ok, and fuck Vanessa and fuck Victor and everyone else who made us think like this.” Jungkook smiled at you and you hurriedly pulled him into your arms.
Yep, he was yours and you were his.
“Not to ruin the moment or anything, but I think I heard you call me pretty and say I look really nice in suits.” He cheesed, thinking back to it. You simply nodded as you buried your face in his shirt, already regretting confessing one of your deepest darkest secrets.
“You’re cute~” He laughed, feeling all fuzzy inside seeing you like this. All in the moment, once again, his insecurities were washed away. You really were his.
“By the way, I think you’re prettier.” He smiled and immediately you lifted your head, taking offense to that.
“Jungko–” Before you could finish, he pulled you close as he pressed his lips onto yours once more, not wanting this to turn into a long debate, because to him, there was none. He was right.
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Back in college, when people would first meet Jungkook there were only two ways first impressions went for him. One, he’s been told that they thought he was probably some arrogant frat boy jock (always soccer for some reason) because they would always see him at the gym. Two, the minute they talked to him they would quickly get that he’s just this quiet nerd who could talk about why Spider-Man was the best superhero for 5 hours straight (really longer if you didn’t stop him).
For some reason that impression came with the image of being a goody two shoes and whenever he told people he lived with Taehyung they could hardly believe it. ‘You guys are just so different’ was something they would say that always confused him. Jungkook was strange, he knew that, but his hyung and him always got along so well. They were weird in their own ways, but their personalities contrasted each other perfectly.
Jungkook was just someone who spent way too much time studying and reading comic books all day, basically locking himself in his room, and Taehyung was just… Taehyung was someone everyone seemed drawn to.
Jungkook was the slightly awkward guy who hung out on the sidelines and made sure to keep his hyung in check and Taehyung would always be there to bring him out of his shell and give him advice when needed.
It was this same idea that whenever Taehyung brought people over to smoke at their apartment that when Jungkook asked to join them, he would always get quite a few shocked looks. You were also on the list of people who were surprised when he brought you over for the first time to find his bong covered with Marvel stickers, sitting on top of one of his shelves.
It wasn’t like he smoked often, he really only did it when he was stressed, but he was in college and an engineer major so that might seem a little contradictory. After he graduated though and moved out from the apartment he pretty much quit cold turkey. Taehyung didn’t live in the same town anymore and he was way too busy (and a little lazy) to try and go out and get it himself. That really wasn’t it though, he was literally dating someone who had a stash of it for the shop downstairs. He more so just considered that phase of his life pretty much over, adulting duties were more so a priority.
But sometimes… on rare occasions when work and classes were just too much he found himself asking you for help and you’d let him take a bit from your stash downstairs.
It was one of those occasions that day. Jungkook had been taking hits from his bong and was just laid out on the couch playing some music. It was the weekend and he had a pretty big assignment due on Monday. It was the first time in the past two weeks that he just relaxed and stopped thinking about the deadline. The assignment was done, he just needed to look it over a couple more times before submitting.
Well, whenever Jungkook smoked he would always suffer from a horrible case of the munchies and so eventually he found the energy to roll himself off the couch and head to the fridge.
You were downstairs busy running the shop and Jungkook was way too high to notice he grabbed something off the top shelf. You had told him when he started coming over often that you used the top shelf for in progress orders or ones that would require refrigerating. In this case it was neither, rather something you were trying out for the shop.
Jungkook learned the hard way never to go in the fridge while he was high because after he heated up the tasty looking muffins and took a bite he experienced something he could only describe as the most embarrassing day of his life.
You had come back upstairs later that evening and you were shocked to not find your boyfriend inside, and the lights were all off. You convinced yourself he just stepped out for a moment, seeing that his bong and lighter were still on the coffee table in the living room, but the minute you went behind the counter of your kitchen you knew immediately something had happened. You were quick to find out what.
His clothes were strewn around the floor and an opened container with a top you recognized was for the shop was at the scene of the crime. Nearly scaring you to death was a voice coming from above you. You looked up and screamed, shocked… or rather not shocked at all to find your boyfriend on the ceiling staring down at you.
“Y/n look!” Jungkook exclaimed as he started to climb around on the ceiling.
Oh great…
“Jungkook what–”
“Y/n, look, I think– I think I’m spiderman!” He beamed as he crawled into the corner. You couldn’t stop the dumbfounded look on your face at his words.
“Baby, you ate my–”
“I was but a humble guy living in a small college town when a radioactive spider came one night and bit me in my sleep. I woke up with–”
“Jungkook, get down from there!” You interrupted knowing he was about to give you a weird rendition of spider man's origin story. You know, you’ve heard it only a million times.
“Y/n, I’m spiderman now I gotta go protect the world I can’t come down!” He tried to defend and you were tempted to laugh but decided against it. You would definitely bring this up in the future.
“No you're not, you ate my enchanted muffins I didn’t perfect yet.” You called out as he started climbing across your walls. In truth the only thing your muffins did at that point was make him able to stick to the walls. You could tell from his eyes alone he was still very high.
High, naked, and on enchanted muffins was a horrible combination.
“I’m spiderman Y/n, look at my suit.” You had no idea what he was seeing, all you saw was a naked man with his dick hanging over your head three feet above you, climbing around on your walls.
“Jungkook get down here!” You sighed.
“Y/n my suit–”
“If you’re talking about that birthday suit, then yeah I see that. Now come down here.” You crossed your arm.
“The Green Goblin is coming! I gotta save the world!” He was not at all listening to you.
There was nothing you could do about this. He was just really high and because this was an intermediate stage on an enchantment you didn’t have the “cure” researched already. Besides, with work in progress spells they all wear off by midnight and it was 9:37.
In the end you ended up spending two hours and twenty-three minutes running around your apartment, picking up all the shit he was knocking down and making sure he didn’t hurt himself.
When midnight hit you luckily was able to guide him so he was over the couch when he fell down quite dramatically on the cushiony surface. Somehow you were able to guide him to the bed a little later.
Let’s just say, when he woke up the next morning, he was confused, embarrassed, and you had enough pictures and videos to haunt him for a lifetime.
Safe to say Jungkook learned to be more cautious when picking things from the fridge.
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I feel like as I wrote this, it turned more so into our love story essentially. I have so many other stories I could have told, but these were just a few that came to mind first. I hope you all enjoyed reading! You can make up your mind whether any of this is real or not. For all you know I could be a guy living in his parents basement with way too much of an imagination or by the end of this you might be fully convinced my girlfriend’s sitting beside me right now helping me write this post.
Whatever you believe this was made for fun and for your entertainment.
Anyway, that’s it from me!
JK
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You glanced over his shoulder as he typed the end of the post. “You’re not gonna do the other story?” You couldn’t help the giggle as you watched his face turn red.
“No, why would I write about that…” He said bashfully, already knowing what story you were referring to. It followed up the third little story, and all he could think back to was how embarrassing it was. It was definitely not appropriate for a post like this.
“Mmmm good idea… you were a mess but… even you yourself said that it was kinda hot.” You recounted back to his words.
“I mean…” It was hot, extremely. Jungkook was embarrassed about that day in particular because it was no exaggeration… he was a mess, but the event encouraged you to make a modified version and you both would bring it out on special occasions.
It was the day you finally decided to get another fridge.
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Jungkook never thought he’d be one of those guys who’d own one of those big comfy chairs. He’d always picture guys in their 40s with too many stains on their wife beaters who would just never get up from them.
You both had been out shopping for a new couch when you passed by a little nursery model room and you stopped to admire how the pretty oak set was. Jungkook wanted to take a seat on the rocking chair that came with it just to imagine what it might feel like one day, but ended up nearly falling asleep right then and there as you went off and looked at the other model rooms.
You had shaken him awake eventually and that’s pretty much the moment he fell in love with comfy chairs. You finally made it to where the couches were and as you both were trying to deliberate on which one you’d buy Jungkook took a seat on a cloud— or at least he thought it was one. The soft fabric made it perfect and it had that right amount of squishy to hard softness that made it so he never wanted to get up again. It was almost like finding the perfect mattress. It somehow got better when he found out there was a massage feature.
Jungkook had gone on about the quality of the chair with no intention of buying it. You both came for a couch anyway, but it was only two months later on his birthday that Jungkook came home to find the same chair in your living room with a big bow on top.
Every time he would come home and sit down in his little slice of heaven, suddenly his increasing age became even more obvious, at the ripe old age of 25 he felt ancient at this point. Maybe he was just having a quarter life crisis, but he felt like an old man anytime he would recline his feet up and fall asleep to a random channel on the tv. He was happy though.
It was this coziness that had him falling asleep in the chair after he came back home from a long day of work. He remembered you vaguely trying to wake him up and get him to come to bed, but ultimately your attempts were in vain. He was just too tired and the chair was too cozy. Instead you gently draped a blanket on top of him and he was out for the rest of the night.
Jungkook got up that morning, confused, and with sleep still weighing on him heavily. He should have learned the first time never to go in the fridge when he’s out of it, but the minute he woke up he found himself craving waffles like his life depended on it.
Before he went to work yesterday you had been in the kitchen, humming along beautifully to your favorite song, as you were testing out your new waffle maker. If Jungkook wasn’t in a rush he would have stayed for breakfast, they smelled so good and he was hungry. He had been thinking about them ever since he left that morning, even dreaming about you… the waffles… and a lot of whipped cream.
Jungkook just hoped and prayed there were leftovers still and low and behold, there were some. He was too sleepy and hellbent on eating the waffles that he once again ignored that they were on the top shelf. To be fair, waffles had never been something you did for the shop and the other shelves were crowded, so he just tried to convince himself that you had set them there because of the lack of room.
In the moment before it all went… wrong… Jungkook fucked up them waffles. They were as delicious as he had been thinking, which wasn’t a surprise, everything you made was absolutely amazing. Maybe if he hadn't slathered them up with syrup, whipped cream, and an assortment of different fruits, he would have noticed the magical tingling that came with eating your enchanted foods. Maybe he did all along but just chose to ignore it because those waffles were so damn good.
Jungkook even ended up making a few more for himself and for you when you woke up. As the sun started to rise, the better Jungkook started to feel. It was a glorious Saturday.
You had come out right as he was taking out the last waffle, looking absolutely beautiful. Jungkook felt his heart swell as you walked over to him, taking a minute to appreciate how amazing his life was.
“What’s all this?” You smiled at him as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
“I really wanted waffles.” He giggled. “I made you some as well~” He pointed over to the plate.
You squeezed him a little tighter. “Someone’s in a good mood today~” You lightly pressed kisses on his neck and he shivered. Suddenly all he could think about was the way you were covered in whipped cream in his dream.
Jungkook nearly whined when you pulled away, tempted to ruin this peaceful Saturday morning by licking whipped cream off your titties.
You turned around and opened up the fridge to get the oj. He was really going to ask you but the reality came crashing down of what he had just done.
“Hey, Y/n how do feel about whipped cream—“
“Jungkook… wait, where did the waffles go that were in here?” You asked concerned, distinctly remembering they were there last night, right on the top shelf.
“Oh those? I ate the leftovers from yesterday first— I know mine won’t be as good as yours but I thought—“
“Jungkook…” You sighed, immediately knowing this was going to be bad. You looked at him and he seemed confused and you wondered how this could happen again, especially after what happened the last time he ate something from the top shelf.
“Jungkook, that was an order for a client. I thought we’ve been through this, the top shelf is for the shop.” You were both a little frustrated you would have to make the order again and a little concerned with the fact he ate all of them…
You saw the weight of your words hit him in the face and any ill feelings you had disappeared for a moment because you knew he genuinely didn’t know.
“I ate them about an hour ago…. nothing’s happened.” He looked at you with pleading eyes that this wasn’t going to turn out like what happened the last time.
“You can relax, you won’t go all Spider-Man this time.”
“Don’t tell me I’m going to turn into like a goldfish or something…” You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not but you laughed anyway.
“No, you won’t turn into anything— glad you didn’t eat the quesadilla beside it because we might be having a whole other conversation—“
“Y/n, what’s going to happen?” He exclaimed. You looked at him sensing the panic and took a deep breath because this was going to be a weird conversation.
“It’s nothing too bad um… The order was for a guy and his wife who are trying to have a baby. They came to the shop hoping for some fertility help so um…” You stared at him knowing this was about to get awkward.
“You might feel extra horny is the main thing it does, just don’t cum because it’s going to make it even worse. So if you can make it to midnight without any touching or anything it won’t be too bad.” You tried to smile at him, but you couldn’t because of one glaring detail.
There were three waffles you made for the order. You had designed them so both the guy and his wife would take one each and possibly split the last one for another time. You hadn’t researched what might happen if one person ate all three.
“Then again Jungkook, things might not be as manageable since you ate all three of them. Just take it easy today, ok baby.” You ushered him over to his comfy chair and took up serving for the both of you.
Jungkook tried to pay attention to his food, but as soon as you told him that the waffles he ate earlier were enchanted it was as if all the effects started hitting him all at once.
When you came over to bring his plate he couldn’t tear his attention away from your legs. You were wearing a baggy shirt, something he knew was the only thing you were wearing. Maybe he was just thinking about it too much but he couldn’t stop staring at you, even when you went back over to the dining table.
He tried to turn back around but even when he started eating all he could picture was your legs and covering your body with whipped cream. How nice would it to lick it off your body. He thought about the look on your face and all those pretty sounds you’d make, you’d be so sweet for him… so, so sweet.
There was no denying he was hot… but as the minutes ticked away and you both ate, the more that normal level of need seemed to spiral.
It got almost unbearable so quickly, he was sweating and had every urge to do the one thing that you said not to. He wanted to get up and take you right there on the dining table. As much as he wanted to play with the whipped cream that would have to wait for another time because he wanted you so badly.
“Hey Jungkook, you ok?” He heard your voice cut through the fog. He wanted to hear what you would sound like with his cock inside you.
“Erm— um, just getting a bit hot.” Jungkook tried to chuckle, but he was very much trying to downplay it. All he could think about was finally giving you the daughter you always wanted.
“I don’t know… are you sure? You seem a bit shaky over there…” You asked, a little concerned. He knew you’d feel so nice, you always feel so nice for him. So nice and all his.
It was starting to hurt.
“Y/n, can you put the whipped cream away…” Jungkook asked as calmly as he could.
“Whhyyy?” You questioned his odd request.
“It’s making me think things—“ His voice was straining just even mentioning the white, fluffy substance.
You got up and hurriedly put it away. “Jungkook you got this, ok? All you gotta do is make it to midnight tonight.” Your words were meant to be comforting but he could have burst into tears.
He had to manage this until tonight and it was— 10:38 in the morning?! It already hurt so much, how was he going to not do anything till then??!!!
It was probably only about 10 minutes later that it got to the point of being unbearable. He hurriedly slipped away and headed straight for the bathroom, a little ashamed for you to see him like this.
As soon as the door closed behind him he took a deep breath, knowing what he was about to do. Jungkook hardly managed to withstand an hour of the waffles effects. Usually he was so much better at restraining himself, but, but, but—
Before he could think about it anymore Jungkook slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of his pajama pants and slowly pulled them down until his cock popped out, hissing at the way it slapped his stomach.
Immediately his mind thought back to all the times you were on your knees for him, the way you always knew how to make him a mess for you. Jungkook thought back to that time he was in this exact position, his back against the bathroom door and you on your knees pleasing him so well.
The minute his hand wrapped around his aching length, a sigh of relief slipped passed his lips at the instant satisfaction he felt. Jungkook hadn’t touched himself like this since before you started dating, it’s been so long but it’s never felt this good before.
The minute his hand started to move, the more the relief came and again he so desperately wished you were here in front of him. He got back to the routine that kept him sane throughout his sex drought in college.
He thought about your legs again and how easy it would be to take off that shirt and have you bare and needy for him.
“Fuck…” He sighed into the echoey bathroom. What he would do if you were here.
The thought alone had his hand speeding up and a feeling he knew he had to stay away from settling in the pit of his stomach.
All he needed to do was not cum. That’s all he had to do.
He kept telling himself that but it just felt so good, he couldn’t stop despite the fact he was going to cum soon.
The way you look up at him when you’re on his knees, like you wanted him just as much of a mess as he is now.
“No, no, no…” Jungkook cried. It pained him, but he slowed his pace to something a little more comfortable so he wouldn’t explode. He shouldn’t give in that easily.
Jungkook hurriedly scrambled to think of the most unsexy thing possible. Normally he would have a go-to thing for times he feared cumming too quickly, but maybe it was the enchantment, his mind was blank besides the most unholy thoughts on what he wanted to do with you.
The way you would do this…
He imagined your hands in place the way you would stroke him before focusing on the tip, something that would always have him crying out and closer than he wanted to admit. Jungkook matched your movements and he wasn’t surprised to notice the amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip. You were making him such a mess and you weren’t even here.
“Ennggg— fuck, Y/n…” He moaned out softly as his thumb rubbed over the the slit, just like the way you would do it. Just like when you’re in front of him, Jungkook quickly felt himself heading straight for the edge.
He was just so sensitive, this fucking enchantment, why did this have to happen today of all days? He already woke up eager to play with you today, and his fucking whipped cream plans had to be canceled.
Jungkook already had a plan of convincing you. He would have grabbed the can after he told you he was interested and sprayed it in the spot on your neck he knew made you weak for him and licked it right off of you. In his dream earlier this morning you were intrigued and somehow he convinced you to let him lick it off of you… everywhere.
Just the fact that you were here made it hard to resist going out there and asking you to help him. He wanted you so bad.
That was apparently the last straw because his hurried pace returned and he was so so fucking close.
In his mind he quickly tried to go through the mental gymnastics to justify giving in and cumming now, but he knew you said it would only get worse if he did. As tempted as he was, and he was so close, he still found himself letting go, despite how much he wanted to.
How was he going to make it through this day?
After a little while the feeling dissipated and Jungkook felt considerably more hot and bothered than before and he couldn’t stop his hand wrapping around his length once more.
There wasn’t any way he could do this…
•─────✧─────•
It took a little while for you to realize that Jungkook was gone for so long. You had been still enjoying your waffles and got lost in thought thinking about some of the things you needed to do at the shop today. It really wasn’t much, just a few clients coming in to pick up their orders and you needed to check inventory. Well, that’s all you would have to do if Jungkook hadn’t eaten the waffles, you have to redo the order. Luckily the couple wouldn’t be coming till tomorrow, but this was something you wanted done and in the shop since they were picking up their stuff early in the morning.
You sighed getting up and going ahead and doing the dishes from your waffle feast. You also decided to try and be a little productive and go ahead and get a head start on working on the enchantment again so you can head to the shop downstairs.
You headed over to your bedroom and that’s when it finally hit you that Jungkook had disappeared for a while. You wouldn’t think much of it, thinking he might have maybe been in the shower and he liked to take long showers for some reason, but all it took was a second of you standing still to hear the watering wasn’t running, but the sound of a soft moan from the other side.
Your whole body lit ablaze at the thought, knowing the sight on the other side of the door would be absolutely otherworldly, but you reminded yourself of the situation.
You went over and knocked on the door. “Jungkook…” You called out.
“Ughhh—— yes…” His voice was soft but you could hear the strain.
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” You asked, but you knew.
“Y/n… it hurts… wanna cum so bad—“ He whined and once again you wished you were on the other side of this door.
“I told you that’s not gonna help. It’ll make things worse and it seems like it’s pretty bad already.” You tried to reassure, but you knew that wouldn’t help. Jungkook’s usually pretty good at not giving into temptation, the fact that the effects of the waffles has him a mess this much already made you a little concerned. This was bad.
Silence passed for a while, but through the door you could hear his labored breaths on the other side.
“Y/n, I want you so bad— fuck…” He moaned, almost like an invitation for you to open the door. “Please… please… I’m not gonna make it till midnight.” He begged and it took everything for you not to open the door.
“You know we can’t do that… I promise at midnight if you want to, we can have some fun.” You tried to give him hope, but once again you knew you probably weren’t helping.
Silence passed again, except his moans were a little louder this time.
“Hey Jungkook…”
“Ye— yeah?”
“Why are you in there? It’s just me out here, you know?” You chuckled lightly, but you were curious.
“I’m a mess, this is so embarrassing…” He sighed and you could hardly believe he thought that.
“What do you mean embarrassing? You sound so hot just here from the other side of the door.” You smirked, oh what you would have paid to watch.
“You wanna watch me?” He almost sounded baffled at the idea and you could have laughed.
“So badly baby, I bet you look so pretty. I’ve never seen you touch yourself, wanna see how you do it.” You were hot, and you thought he would tease you for it but suddenly on the other side you heard his moans get more pained and desperate.
“Y/n, stop-stop talking! Fuck, you’re gonna make me—“ He cried.
“But you won't, right?” You quickly interjected and you heard him cry out before he started to calm down. Oh, he’s so hot.
“You didn’t cum right?” You asked eventually.
“No, but I almost did— we really shouldn’t be talking like this…” Jungkook sighed.
“Yeah, you’re right…” Stupid fucking waffles…
“Did you need to come in here, sorry if I—“
“No! You’re fine, just was about to change so I can head to the shop in a bit.” You almost forgot why you were even in here.
“Yeah… we can’t keep talking, oh my gosh—“ At his words you finally realized the implications of your own.
“Just the thought of me naked makes—“
“Y/n! Please…” He pleaded, you were getting him so riled up so easily. This wasn’t good at all.
“Sorryyy~” You chuckled, finding a little too much amusement at the situation. “Anyway, I’ll be in and out. Don’t pay me any mind and again… try not to do anything. Don’t give into the temptation, alright~”
“You make it sound so easy, but alright please be quick.”
“Promise, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me!”
You kept your promise and you were in and out of the room quickly. Your brain was a little scrambled from what happened, but you remembered you had another order to reprepare so you got yourself to focus and started back on it.
You went straight to work, taking some of the elements out of your special room and preparing the ingredients for later. Typical fertility enchantments didn’t take too long but you always wanted the best experience for your customers and the guy and his wife were high payers. You made sure to throw in everything that would guarantee that after they ate the waffles they would finally get that positive test plus have a great time doing it.
E. Pasos— was a powerful ingredient that really helped increase sexual desire so they would have the urge to do it more = higher chances of it working.
L. Umtra— was the nasty ingredient that was really biting Jungkook’s ass right now. It added a little more onto this effect, making it so each “round” would only increase the desire, the passion, added once again to increase activity = higher chances of it working.
F. Earo— is typically the most popular ingredient when making fertility enchantments. It’s a general ingredient that makes their bodies more suitable for conception, the effects are most easily seen in males— increasing sperm count and producing healthier sperm.
P. Omer— was a fun one you threw in, it increases sensitivity and pleasure felt during the experience. So many times have you heard couples who’ve been trying for kids forever does sex start to become a chore, and your heart was soft for the pleading couple after they told you they had been trying for 4 years, so you threw in some extra spice to make the day they try this out a wonderful experience.
U. Haqo— was another fun one you threw in that increased oragasm quality.
There was also a bunch of base ingredients for enchantments and others that were a little more technical that essentially go into the enchantment actually working. All the ingredients took a while to prepare and make sure they were perfect before you could add your special touch, that brought the enchantment to life, turning the ingredients from well… ingredients into the magic that you would cook into the waffles again, a request from the clients themselves.
Some find the process incredibly tedious, your mom did when she worked at the shop, but you found it all calming. Work stressed you out more often than not, but you loved it so much.
You were happily humming along to that song that’s been stuck in your head for the last week as you plucked off the leaves of R. Tinbi, one of those base ingredients for the enchantment. You had managed to get most of the ingredients prepared, now only left with the simple ones, when suddenly you heard footsteps.
You didn’t even look up to know Jungkook had finally made his way out of the bathroom and was making his way over to you at the island. You really didn’t think much of it, almost forgetting about the whole predicament once again, but when he finally came into your peripheral you were instantly reminded.
You finally turned your head to see him hunched over the countertop, his baggy short sleeved shirt that had a picture of Iron Man on it was long gone, and his red, plaid pajama pants haphazardly clung onto his tiny waist. That very prominent v-line that always made your mouth water was on display and suddenly you forgot what you were doing.
You tried not to stare though, not wanting to make things any harder for him. You went back to plucking off the leaves.
“P-Please tell me you’re working on a way to fix this…” He sighed, leaning over the counter a little more. It was also then that you realized his hair was a little wet and you noticed the shininess to his skin.
“Baby you know if there was any way to fix this other than letting it take its course then I would help you… it would take longer than the time left to research—“ You suddenly heard his hand hit the counter before you saw him walk over to you from around the island.
You watched as he got closer till he was standing right in front of you, you stared at him wide eyed, confused about what he was doing.
He looked down at you with pleading eyes, his hand coming up and grabbing onto your waist, and you knew what he wanted. You wanted to tell him this wasn’t a good idea, but you couldn’t deny him when you felt him lift you onto the counter, you didn’t want to either.
Jungkook looked at you with so much need, you could feel it too, how much pain this enchantment has caused and how much you wanted to help him. You felt tingles run through your entire body when his hand came up and caressed your bare thigh, making you instantly open your legs wider so he could be even closer.
No time left was spared as Jungkook hastily pulled you close smashing his lips onto yours. He was hungry, desperate and he made sure you could feel it, kissing you with such ferocity you could hardly keep up. His hand had snaked up to cup your cheek to keep you close, even taking a second to breathe seemed hard.
You were also sent the painful reminder that your boyfriend never wore underwear when he was home. Jungkook eagerly chased your hips, you both falling into a clumsy rhythm that made your whole body burn each time he whined softly into your mouth.
You felt his hands hurriedly reach in between you and he fumbled with the button before he hurriedly pulled the zipper down on your shorts. Your hands ran up his toned arms, feeling the ink that over the years started to decorate his right arm, running up over his shoulder to tangle in his long dark hair. You tugged on that lightly, knowing how much he normally enjoys that and you were rewarded with a beautiful moan that was swallowed into the kiss.
It was then that you started to feel the tug on your shorts. The angle was awkward since you were sitting on the countertop, it made them hard to pull down without separating long enough for you to try and wiggle out of them.
At the challenge Jungkook broke away, clearly frustrated at the stupid barrier.
“Why shorts, why did you have to wear fucking shorts…” He whined, still trying to feel you the best he could and he found it so difficult to stop long enough to make more of an effort to try and get your shorts off.
The moment apart finally gave you that clarity you needed to realize what you both were about to do.
“Jungkook, wait, we can’t do this…” You were sad, and you wanted so much to have him like this, but you knew things would only get worse if you continued. You didn’t want to see him in any more pain.
“No… please… please Y/n, I feel like I’m going to explode.” The desperation in his voice made it harder to deny him. “I can’t make it to midnight, I can’t, I can’t—“
“But you’ll just end up feeling worse, plus I have things I need to do—“ You suddenly felt his hand move from your waist and reach between you both once again as he buried his head in your shoulder.
You looked between you both and a whole new wave of tingles spread through your body as you watched your boyfriend tug down his pajama pants slightly and pull out his cock.
Oh my g—
“You said you wanted to watch…” He shakily breathed out as his hand wrapped around his length, pumping himself slowly.
It felt almost wrong to bear witness to such a glorious sight. Even with your shadows in the way you were reminded how beautiful your boyfriends cock was, the tip red and angry, that vein that you loved to lick ran along the side, and pre-cum was just oozing from the tip. To see that along with his pretty ass tattooed hand wrapped around was almost too much.
“Mmmm, oh— fuck, wanna cum so bad.” He said moaning into your skin.
Knowing you could have a guy as beautiful as Jungkook such a mess and all for you made you want to give in so bad.
You relished in his soft curses, the way he would moan, and the shaky breathes he would let out each time he would make it to the tip. The scene was lewd, and so much hotter than you could have ever imagined.
You were in a trance at the sight until you felt his lips on your skin, kissing lightly until he reached that spot. You sighed and pulled him closer. Was this enchantment contagious? Maybe it was your boyfriend working his own magic like he always finds a way to? Whatever it was, was working on you too well. Oh, you wanted him so bad.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck, easily grabbing onto his hair and pulling it just the way he likes. He whined and rutted into you, so sensitive.
You tilted his head so your lips were right by his ear.
“Is this what you want?” You whispered softly and you got the most glorious moan out of him.
“Oh g—“ You didn’t give him time at all to finish before you were sucking hard on his neck. You felt his hand come up on your waist, both trying to pull your shorts down and pulling you closer to him, while he rocked his hips into you.
“Close— Y/n please I’m so close—“ He whined, getting even more desperate at tugging at your shorts. You certainly felt it too, his quickened pace and started to get a little more inconsistent, desperate.
You took the opportunity and pushed him away slightly.
“N-No, please please!” He cried as you hopped off the countertop but you were quick at pushing him so he hit the counter across from where you were. He watched you wide eyed as you slowly walked over to him till you were standing only inches away.
You took a moment to admire the view, giving him a once over at how much of a mess he truly had become. His skin glistened even more, his lips were shiny, and his hair was all frazzled and in his face. Oh how much you wish you could absolutely devour him.
“You seriously don’t think you can make it to midnight?” You tried to look him in the eyes but his cock was right there.
He shook his head. “I can take anything, your pussy, your mouth, fuck, I’ll be good if you let me squeeze your boob at this point.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that last part.
“You don’t care that it might come back even worse?” You asked again, getting a little closer.
“All I care about is now and you standing right in front of me, I could give a fuck about what happens 5 minutes from now.” Jungkook grabbed onto your waist hoping you won’t leave him.
“Wellll…” You backed away and turned back to the island, grabbing onto the R. Tinbi leaves. “Someone ate my order today so I’m a little busy but—“ You leaned against the counter and arched your back in a way you knew made your ass look great.
Jungkook quickly took the hint and grabbed onto your waist already rubbing himself against the rough fabric.
“You’re perfect…” he sighed, grabbing a fistful of your ass and using his other hand to pull your hips back against his. You moaned lightly trying to focus on the leaves, but Jungkook was quick at making that task impossible.
“You should see yourself, so fucking hot and mine.” His voice was already shaky again. He was so right, you knew deep down in your heart from the moment he first saw your special room there would be no one else, no one could make you feel as good as he did.
Dazed and with your attention still on the leaves you felt his hand snake around and slipped down your panties, quickly finding your clit.
“Oh fuck! Jungkook—“ You whined when he started rubbing your clit. You really weren’t expecting him to touch you at all, but leave it to your boyfriend, even in a state like this, to still try to make sure you felt good too.
“Shit, you’re so wet for me baby… You like seeing me like this?” Jungkook was trying to tease you but he was so fucking turned on right now saying it out loud just made things worse. He had been so worried about embarrassing himself in front of you, but hearing, feeling you were turned on by his situation was more than he could take.
Your moans were enough to make rational thinking seem impossible, suddenly the goal of getting your shorts down your legs seemed like it would take too much time and his brain just wasn’t working anymore.
In a haste Jungkook did the most highschool thing he probably could have done in that moment, lining himself up before pushing himself right between your thighs. Jungkook’s face burned from how embarrassing this was, but he could care less right now.
“I’m— so sorry, I can’t— I’m sorry—“ He moaned as he started literally fucking your thighs, his pace not holding back at all.
You were a little confused by what was happening but while his hips were quick so were his fingers, speeding up so fast any questions or witty remarks you had left your brain in an instant.
“Oh— fuck, fuck!” You moaned.
“So good, you feel so good Y/n!” You could tell just by his voice he was getting close. Part of you was tempted to ask him once again if this was really worth it, but you felt repeating it was redundant at this point. He had already made up his mind. Instead you just squeezed your thighs a little tighter together, hoping that might help.
“Ennnggg, oh-oh my gosh—“ Jungkook hurried his head in your neck, so close he could practically taste it at this point. His pace started to falter.
“It’s ok, it’s ok…” You tried to reassure, sensing he was holding back.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—“ Jungkook didn’t know what he was expecting if he came, the build up was just too much he knew he would feel better if only for a little while. What he wasn’t expecting, never would have expected was, as the ropes of cum started to shoot out, the most earth shattering orgasm he had ever experienced.
As that wave of pleasure washed over him, he swore he transcended to the 10th dimension. He couldn’t speak, scream, moan, the pleasure too much, it was as if time stopped for a few seconds. The sensations were so intense, it felt like it lasted forever, a forever of bliss he couldn’t describe. It was better than a high he had experienced, a better high than he knew other drugs were capable of. It only seemed to get better as the seconds ticked away.
Part of Jungkook thought he had died, that he had transcended to a plane somewhere else, somewhere far beyond this earth. He swore he could see colors that never existed, 7:00 was purple, October was roast beef, Jupiter was a quarter.
You were at first a little confused about what happened, he had suddenly gone almost silent except a few whimpers you felt in your skin as he steadily continued to rock his hips and how the hand gripping your waist was shaky. It was then that you remembered the U. Haqo and knew that whatever it was, was probably good.
It was a solid few minutes before he finally came down, as the pleasure slowly faded, Jungkook was hit with another satisfying sensation, the feeling of complete normalcy.
You suddenly felt his weight shift on you completely.
“Woah, are you ok?” You chuckled as you finally asked.
“No… so good, feel better, but tired…” Complete sentences seemed impossible right now, that oragasm turning his brain into mush. You were luckily able to pick up on what he was trying to say.
“I bet, you ate all 3 of those—“ You had been so focused on Jungkook you had yet to actually look down, your attention finally drifting downwards when you felt something running down your leg. You weren’t prepared for the sight. What was going down your leg was the least of your worries, right there running down your island was an obvious white stream you knew wasn’t there before.
“Holy shit, Jungkook…” You were stunned but once again you realized this was another ingredient to the enchantment at work.
“Mmmmm?” He groaned lazily, still trying to still come back from that orgasm.
“You came all over our island.” You laughed.
This was enough to finally get him to lift his head and he was met with the same sight you were. Jungkook could feel the embarrassment creeping up, but his post-nut bliss was enough to keep him from freaking out about it too much. He knew this would make him scream into a pillow later though.
“Sorry…” He sighed, gently caressing the skin where your shirt had come up slightly.
Even with your limited Korean knowledge, you knew he had apologized. “It’s fine, it's another thing from the enchantment. I’ll worry about this, you go head to the bed. I’ll come back soon so I can put you to sleep before it comes back, hopefully you can sleep this off till midnight.”
He nodded and slowly wobbled himself back over to your bedroom.
You were quick to get to work knowing time was of the essence. You grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off your leg and the island, and headed straight to your room where Jungkook had already snuggled up in the blankets.
Part of you wondered if he might go to sleep on his own, but as you got closer you noticed the pained look on his face.
“Is it already back?” You questioned.
“Not yet, but I feel it coming.” He looked up at you.
“Alright, hopefully this will keep you asleep till midnight, but since it’s magic vs magic, I can’t make any promises. You’ll at least be able to have a few hours with some peace.” You sat down on the bed and ran your fingers through his hair. Jungkook nodded, sleepily.
“Wish you could stay, wanna cuddle…” He pouted and you were this close to throwing away all your responsibilities for the day away just so you could snuggle with him.
“I do too, I’ll hop into bed with you as soon as I come back from the shop I promise.” You smiled and he did as well. It was then that you leaned down and softly kissed his cheek, you watched as his smile started to fade as his eyes quickly fluttered closed.
Oh you were so tempted.
But nevertheless you hopped up and headed straight for the shower, even though you already took one earlier this morning, you figured you needed another after your time with Jungkook.
You were out quickly and went back to work on getting the enchantment made as quickly as you could. You knew your clients would be coming in soon to pick up their orders and the couple called you when you got out of the shower and asked if they could pick up their order early because of a schedule change.
Luckily most had already been done before Jungkook came in. You finally finished plucking the leaves and got the two remaining ingredients ready and carried them all into your special room for mixing. It was a good thirty minutes before the sparkly white powder was created and ready to be mixed in with the waffles.
In no time at all (you did have a little help from your magic utensils helping you out) three hot and ready waffles were on the plate and you took them back to your special room. You closed the door behind you, waited for a second, before opening the door back up to the back room of The Magic Shop.
It wasn’t long after you got there did you hear a knock on the door and you were delighted to see the couple peeking in through the door. You happily guided them back over to the register where you showed them the waffles wrapped up.
“Thank you so much for doing this— this is one of our last chances at trying to do this the natural way.” The wife smiled at you.
“I’m so glad I could help you both, hold up let me just—“ You quietly snapped your fingers making sure the waffles would stay warm until they both decided to eat them and then handed them over to them.
“Let’s hope this works…” The husband looked over at his wife and squeezed her hand a little tighter, but then turned to you. “We have high hopes though, we heard amazing things about this place so we’re really hoping for the best.”
They were one of your many clients who knew nothing about what was actually the secret behind all of your products working so well. Part of you wished you could tell them so they would be reassured.
“Really hoping for you both as well, I wish you guys luck.” The couple thanked you before heading back outside.
As soon as they left you went back to your special room and started bringing out all of the other orders of people you were expecting today. You sighed looking at them all knowing you would probably be down here for a while, hoping that Jungkook would be ok upstairs.
•─────✧─────•
The first thing Jungkook felt when he came to was pain, it didn’t hurt necessarily but there was no other word that he could describe it with. A need so desperate it almost was painful. The sun had gone down outside, a dark blue hue filling the room, and the clock on his nightstand read 8:34 when he finally looked over.
You were right, it was so much worse.
Jungkook was tempted to just make himself cum right now, unable to fathom how he would be able to make it nearly 4 hours.
He couldn’t.
This still didn’t stop him from trying his best. Jungkook gripped the blankets and shut his eyes hard, hoping maybe he could make himself go to sleep again. Only after 5 seconds he knew that wasn’t going to happen.
He was just so— so…
Jungkook shifted his hips slightly and the fabric of his pajama pants was enough to make him lose his mind.
Gosh, where were you? Jungkook hoped when he woke up it would be midnight (or at least close to it) and you were cuddled up in his arms like you promised. At least if he was going to fail, he’d rather do it inside you this time.
Jungkook groaned softly thinking back to what went down in the kitchen, how nice your body felt against his, how wet you had gotten at his flustered state. If only he had enough sense to have gotten your shorts down, what he would have done if he did...
He was tempted to run downstairs and beg you to let him fuck you, he was tempted and honestly he would have done it if he didn’t know the fact you were still downstairs meant you were working. He didn’t want to be any more of a pain than the mess he’s already caused for you.
He really should have fucking known those waffles were for The Magic Shop, there really was no excuse for his actions other than he was hungry and didn’t care enough to realize what he was doing.
Fuck— but he just missed you so much. He wished so badly he had opened his eyes and felt your arms wrapped around him, that when he had turned over he could have seen your smile. He would have kissed you and—
“Oh g—“ the moan got caught in his throat when he slid his hand under the waistband of his pants and hurriedly started pumping his cock. Jungkook was not at all prepared for the sensation, so intense, so fucking good he could already feel himself spiraling over the edge once again.
In a rush he had to let go, knowing in that moment if he didn’t stop he would reach the point of no return already.
Jungkook sat there for a second staring up at the darkened ceiling, just wondering how the hell he was going to somehow make it to midnight. If you were you— no if you were here, he would have cum already.
He contemplated once again, heading downstairs, desperate to be inside you at this point, but being a good, respectful boyfriend mattered more no matter how horny he was. Jungkook flipped around anxiously, wondering how he was possibly going to get through this, when in the darkness your empty side made him focus on your pillow.
No.
No.
Jungkook, you're better than that— is what he tried to tell himself, he was screaming at himself that he was better than that, but he wasn’t, not when he felt like this.
He finally kicked off his pajama pants and flipped over, staring at his pillow with so much shame, but that didn’t stop him as he slowly pushed the pillow further down. As soon as it was close enough, he steadily started rocking into it.
Jungkook immediately thought of you again, when you would be here underneath him like this. Jungkook would always watch your pretty face as he thrusted into and— oh fuck, when you would moan his name and tell him how good he was making you feel.
He hurriedly picked up the pace. “G—g, oh my g—“
You would always take him so well, you were so fucking perfect. He wanted to be inside you so bad right now. He missed feeling the way your walls would embrace him, you were always so fucking tight, and wet, and warm, and—
He was absolutely delusional at this point. He could see you underneath him, feel you underneath him, he could hear your moans and the way you pleaded for him to go faster.
Gosh, he wanted to fill you up so fucking bad.
It nearly hit him in the face when he felt himself hastily getting way too close, he had to quickly get off the pillow.
His whole body cried and contorted, trying to get the feeling to pass. Jungkook nearly thought he was going to cum anyway, but he steadily calmed himself down.
How the fuck is he going to make this? He knew he should stop, he knew that it would be better to wait it out than keep putting himself through this torture but he wasn’t thinking clearly at all. All he cared about was chasing that high as close as he can, until finally midnight rolled around and he could finally fucking cum.
Jungkook got back over the pillow and rocked his hips a little slower. Maybe this might help, if he goes slow he can get the best of both worlds. A little bit of pleasure but also so he wouldn’t risk going too far.
Jungkook moaned lightly at the feeling. This will be fine. He can go this, he can do this.
•─────✧─────•
It wasn’t until a little after 11:00 that you were finally making your way back up to the apartment. You were annoyed as hell because you pretty much worked an entire extra shift and of course today had to be the day that this happens. You had a couple of people who were picking up orders call and say they would be late, and late turned into two whole hours later, before you were finally closing the shop for good. Taking inventory also turned into a whole mess, the site where you normally get your ingredients from acted up and you were basically on the phone for a good three hours getting your order straight. And then you ended up spending an extra hour getting the shop ready for Monday, knowing you had absolutely no plans on coming in tomorrow.
In turn, you were stuck downstairs almost all day thinking about your boyfriend upstairs. You kept hoping that the enchantment was strong enough and that he was still asleep, but like you feared as soon as you opened up the door of your special room once again you could immediately hear muffled moans.
You hastily made your way down the hall and you honestly didn’t know what you were expecting when you rounded the corner, but you still found yourself shocked when you finally realized what you were looking at.
The bed had basically been deconstructed, all the pillows and blankets had been thrown to the floor and the sheets were barely staying on. On your side of the bed was your boyfriend, his pajama pants were now gone. In one hand was your purple vibrator you typically kept in your nightstand, the could hear the slow, light buzzing as he slowly ran it along his cock. In the other hand he gripped hard, what you could only assume was your pillow, tightly over his face, making you instantly rush over because what the hell was he doing?!
“Jungkook?!” You cried, ripping the pillow away. You heard him whine as you pulled it out of his hand. You were met with his wet face. You would have just chalked it up to be sweat, but noticing that his cheeks were noticeably damp making you realize he had likely been crying.
He blinked up at you a little confused.
“Y/n, is that really you?” His voice was a little horse. It was then that you also realized one of your lingerie sets bottoms was beside him.
You got down on your knees. “Yeah it’s me baby, I’m sorry I’m late…” You reached over and stroked his cheek.
“Please tell me it’s 11:59…” He whined, a noticeable tear rolling down his cheek and onto your hand.
“Almost it’s…” you looked over at the clock “11:21.” You reassured thinking that might be some sort of good news, but he just groaned and more tears spilled from his eyes.
“How am I going to…” He quietly trailed off, not even bothering to finish.
“Jungkook, what were you doing with a pillow on your face?” You asked, a little concerned.
“Your pillow smells like you, missed you so much, I’m sorry.” He softly apologized and you felt instant relief knowing it wasn’t what you thought was happening. “Where were you? Thought you were gonna be here when I woke up…” He pouted.
“I’m sorry, things kept holding me up downstairs, took me forever to make it back up. A lot’s happened though since I left.” You chuckled, pointing out how disheveled the room was.
“It’s been so hard, you don’t even wanna know…” He sighed and it was also then that you realized he never turned your vibrator off.
“You didn’t cum, did you?” You asked, not tearing your attention away from the way he gripped his dick with one hand and the way he ran the vibrator along it, how he shook every time he reached the tip.
“Ennnggg— once— it was on accident, I had just woken up and… I don’t know what happened, but I ended up cumming on my pillow and—“
“Wait… how would you…?” Your imagination had immediately started running wild.
“I missed you, and it’s embarrassing…”
Jungkook had reached some of his lowest of lows today. He had fucked the crease between his girlfriend’s thighs because he couldn’t get her shorts off, and then he ended up fucking a pillow.
It was right after he convinced himself that he was going to be able to do this. He had gotten caught up in imagining the pillow was you and he still was so sensitive from how he almost came earlier from his last attempt, but he really wasn’t ready for that wave to hit him like that. Jungkook didn’t even get a chance to try and stop it, his cum all of a sudden all over his pillow case and the shame, pleasure, and relief he felt in that moment for another earth-shattering orgasm.
Shakily he wobbled over to the laundry room to toss it into the washer and he almost ran back to the shower and turned it on the coldest possible setting he could before hopping in, hoping it might cool him down a bit before the feeling came back. That didn’t help at all, magic being difficult like that, and that’s how he ended up stumbling out of the shower, grabbed the first thing he saw in your underwear drawer, along with your vibrator and had been here since trying his best to make it till you finally made it back.
He’s nearly come more times than he could count at this point and just seeing you standing here next to him finally had started making things harder than ever before.
“What time did you wake up?” You asked.
“8:30– I’ve been edging for nearly 4 hours… feel like I’m gonna explode.” He couldn’t laugh at that anymore, because he really did feel like he actually might explode at this point— on you, fuck, he wanted you so bad.
Your hand along his cheek sent a fire in him and this unbearable, unquenchable lust that he’s felt all day, was starting to reach a pinnacle that made his skin burn hotter than any fire. Gosh, a lust enchantment and he hasn’t been able to fuck you all day?
To make matters worse even before the enchantment he was feeling extra needy, work this week for the both of you keeping you apart and he was looking forward to this Saturday to make up for all the lost time.
You started noticing the look of distress on his face the more you looked at him. “Baby, you ok?”
“No—fuck, no I’m not ok. Can you leave? I don’t mean to be rude but you right beside me is making me think things, I fucking want you so… so, so, so fucking bad right now and I feel like if you stand here any longer touching my face I’m gonna cum and— it’s already so bad I don’t know if I can do this again—“
“What if you did?” You were still dazed staring at his pretty cock and your vibrator.
“What?!” He sounded pissed, he was pissed, here he was begging you—
“I mean Jungkook there’s only a little over 30 minutes left of the day~ What if we take advantage of this enchantment and you can fuck my brains out or something till midnight hits.” You finally turned back to his face to see him staring at you.
“Take it as an apology for making you feel so miserable all day and… I swear watching you all day has made me so wet, so maybe we call it even and we have a little fun.” You smiled, hoping he might say yes.
He continued to just stare at you.
“We don’t have to if you’re not up for it, I know things have been hard and you might just wanna make it throu—“
“Shut up if you don’t fucking mean it.” He suddenly said, sitting up on the bed. You were a little taken aback by his harsh words, but then you realized what’s going on.
At the position change you reached up and ran your hands over his toned thighs. “I fucking mean it baby.” You smirked up at him and you heard your boyfriend literally whimper.
“G—god I swear I’m gonna cum if you keep talking, please— fuck, please do something, anything, I just fucking want you.” He cried and you couldn’t have been happier.
You were about to have so much fun.
You watched him throw your vibrator across the room and scoot to the edge of the bed. You didn’t even try and tease as you ran your hands further up his thighs.
You watched his eyes flutter closed as you made your way closer to where he wanted you. You watched his face intently as your fingers finally wrapped around the base.
“Mmphh— yesyesyesyes, don’t stop please.” He gasped and this fueled you to push further.
You slowly brought your hand up closer to the tip and enjoyed the way he whimpered under your touch as precum kept leaking from the tip.
“Does it feel good?” You laughed slightly, seeing how much he struggled to keep it together.
“Feel like I’m gonna explode…” His brain was just spaghetti at this point, not even realizing he switched over to Korean.
Jungkook leaned back so he couldn’t watch you, the sight was too much already and you barely had started. Instead he gripped the crumpled up sheets tight as he felt your hands run over his length. It was just so good, he wanted to cum so bad—
As much fun as this was, seeing your boyfriend like this made you so eager to please and you quickly decided it was finally time to put him out of his misery.
After working him a little further you brought your hand up to eagerly rub over the slit as you leaned down ready to take him in your mouth.
“Oh—fuuu—“ He was not prepared, neither were you when his orgasm hit him so suddenly. You couldn’t help but stare as you watched the bliss wash over him, the way his face cutely scrunched up, the sheets were tight in his hands, and just like what happened earlier in the kitchen, you only heard him whimper quietly, the pleasure seemingly being too much. You were so entranced, you didn’t even realize some of it landed on your face.
It took a few minutes for it to finally wash over him, and just as he was starting to come back he let go of the sheets and put his hands over his face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” You chuckled.
“I’m sorry— that was— I’m so confused, fucking embarrassed, but ughh that was so hot.” He finally looked down at you, seeing the white streaks on your face.
“Oh my g— so fucking hot— Y/n please don’t stop—“ He whined impatiently.
“You sure? You just c—“
“I don’t care, don’t stop…” he pleaded, needing to feel you. This night was not ending without him being inside you at least once.
You chuckled as you grabbed a tissue and cleaned your face and hand. You didn’t waste anymore time and happily took him into your mouth.
Jungkook was not at all prepared to feel your mouth around him— for 13 hours straight he had simply made do with the best he could, his hand, your thighs, a pillow, your vibrator on the lowest setting possible— they were fine and some even managed to push him over the edge. Maybe it had been so long since he felt your touch or this enchantment was absolutely insane because the minute you wrapped your pretty lips around his cock and started taking him… he was not at all prepared. You would have thought he had never been touched before in his life at how quickly he felt he could cum again, that feeling returning instantaneously.
His hand quickly went down to tangle in your hair as you pushed down as much as you could. He made the awful mistake of sitting up, wanting to look at you, but it just made things so much worse, seeing the way you were staring up at him as you took him so well.
“You’re so good to me…” He sighed and he didn’t realize he said that out loud until he noticed you giggle as you came off him.
“Is it that good? I’ve barely done anything yet.” You chuckled.
“Mhmmm, go slow, don’t wanna cum too soon.” He pleaded. He wanted to savor every moment of this and this enchantment made it so all he wanted to do was cum down your throat.
Not yet though.
You nodded before going back down and swirling your tongue around the tip. You went slow like you promised and this was enough to get a frustrated whine from him.
“Y/n— don’t do this to me please.” He looked down at you and you couldn’t help that wave of need travel through your body, making you squeeze your thighs together. Maybe on another day you would have teased him for longer, but you finally took him in your mouth as far as you could go.
As you pulled back and went back down again, you enjoyed his soft sighs of pleasure he would let out occasionally, and by the look on his face you could tell you were doing well.
You brought your hand up to softly run over his thigh before wrapping around his length as stroking what you couldn’t take. At the combo, you relished in the moan he let out as his grip in your hair tightened. He looked so pretty like this, all you wanted to do was please him, so you steadily sped up your pace anticipating seeing that look of just pure euphoria wash over him once more.
You were hellbent on getting him to cum in your mouth and you knew he was close, you could tell by his moans getting more desperate, and how he subtly held your head down making sure you wouldn’t leave. You were waiting for the moment, so close, but as you were sure he was right about to cum suddenly you felt him pull you off.
You looked up at him confused as you saw him try and calm himself down. What was going on? Isn’t this what he wanted?
You were not left confused for long as Jungkook shakily got up, you at eye level with his cock, shiny from your antics as precum leaked from the tip. You felt his hand cup your chin forcing you to look up at him.
Jungkook was staring down at you, his lip tucked between his teeth as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip.
“So fucking pretty…” He sighed as he looked at your delicate features staring up at him. So fucking pretty and you were all his. He wanted to absolutely ruin you.
“Wanna fuck your mouth baby~” He said so softly, his tone almost not matching at all with what he was asking. You felt his thumb reach into your mouth slightly to open your mouth a little wider.
Your attention went back down to his cock right in front of your face, the way his tattooed hand came up and started stroking it slowly as he moved a little closer to your mouth. Your whole body ached with need, wanting this man inside you immediately.
“Is that ok?” He shakily asked.
Instead of responding, you nodded your head slowly leaning in a little closer so your lips brushed against the tip. You enjoyed the whimper you got out of him as a result.
“Eeeehh— Open your mouth— I mean open your mouth please, fuck!” Jungkook moaned and you instantly followed his command and he moved his hand so it was resting on your head and he guided you straight to his cock as you slowly took him.
“Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes…” He sighed the minute he saw the last inch disappear into your mouth. You could feel his hand on your head start to shake lightly, and you could only figure he must be close.
Jungkook slowly pulled his hips back before shakily thrusting back in. He was trying to be gentle but your mouth and this fucking enchantment made that almost impossible.
You felt so good around him and the way you were looking at him as he stared down into your eyes… he was so close.
He sped up slightly.
That sensation quickly returned, the overwhelming feeling quickly boiled over into a blinding white light, so so good. He had to force his eyes to stay open as he watched himself cum in your mouth. He wanted to see.
You let him recover before pulling off eventually.
Jungkook didn’t let the peace carry on for long before he was pulling you onto your feet and even quicker were you pressed against the dresser behind you as Jungkook kissed you hungrily.
“You— you sure you want to keep going?” You asked in between his kisses. You were honestly baffled he hadn’t collapsed yet, but that enchantment was all to thank for that.
“Yes— can’t stop.” He really couldn’t, this enchantment already having that craving back faster than ever and with an intensity that he couldn’t imagine as somehow worse. Jungkook wasn’t done yet with you at all, this was still just the beginning.
He made the point clear by pulling you back with him so you both fell back on the bed. Jungkook didn’t waste any time as he wrapped your legs around his waist and he was hurriedly leaning over so he could kiss you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. You wanted him and you knew you were just on the cusp of feeling him inside you. You got even more excited when you felt him tugging on your shorts.
“Are you serious?!” Jungkook exclaimed as he struggled to get them down once again. They were just comfy shorts you threw on, hoping these might be a little easier to deal with than your jean shorts from earlier, but it seems you thought wrong.
Jungkook got frustrated and instead focused on pulling up your shirt and helped you get it over your head and you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room. You didn’t think too much of it, ready to finally get naked and busy, that is until you noticed his gaze locked on your chest.
You were about to question him, but his hand quickly came up and started massaging the softness. Oh.
You moaned softly as his thumb flicked over the nipple before leaning forward a little more and sucking it. You were a bit taken aback by his actions, but Jungkook’s eager mouth was quick at pulling you back in the moment.
“Can’t wait to see you covered with whipped cream.” He mumbled softly, but his eyes weren’t on yours. You honestly had no idea what he was talking about or if he was speaking to you or your boobs?
“Baby, what are you talking about?” You chuckled slightly, running your hands through his soft hair.
“Our plans for tomorrow, wish they were for now but— ughh— Y/n, need you please.” His gaze finally met your own and he made sure to accentuate with a firm thrust.
You were about to say something when you felt his hand travel down your body again and tug on your short strings. You hoped this time he would manage to get them down your legs, but you could sense the growing frustration at the fact he couldn’t even untie the little bow you made.
“Why?! Why can’t I—?!” The more he pulled the worse the knot he had created got tighter, this enchantment seemingly making his brain all scrambled.
As funny as it was to watch, you were more eager for what was going to happen next so you pushed him away slightly so you could finally shimmy your shorts down your legs.
Jungkook looked at you thankful for the help and his whole body seemingly cried when your shorts and panties were gone and flung across the room. Seeing you naked, fuck, he’s wanted you like this all day. As much as he wanted to feel you around him, Jungkook was more interested in pleasing you.
You expected him to get back on top but he laid back over on your side and started ushering you over on top of him.
“What’s this about?” You wondered.
“Sit on my face.” He was blunt but the enchantment allowed for nothing more. You were a little shocked once again he was still finding it in him to take care of you when he’s like this, but were you really? This was Jungkook you’re talking about, the guy who thrives on your pleasure.
You laughed slightly, but quickly obeyed his wish and moved so you were hovering over his mouth.
You gripped your headboard tight when you felt his hands come up to stroke your thighs as you slowly lowered yourself over his mouth, worried about squishing his head. Jungkook was quick at pushing those worries aside as he pulled you down to eagerly start lapping between your drenched folds.
You weren’t at all prepared, your back arching and a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it.
Even in a state like this Jungkook made sure to remind you he knew your body well after years spent together.
“Jungkook— fuck, fuck yes—“ You groaned when he used his tongue to circle your clit, occasionally sucking on it. Your whole body was on fire, if someone was watching they might have also thought you had eaten some of the enchanted waffles along with him at how desperate you seemed.
Truth is, you missed, you missed him so much. You had missed him all week, long hours keeping you both apart even before enchantment came into effect. You missed him all day today, you were stuck downstairs as you thought about what might have happened if you had opened the bathroom earlier, what if Jungkook had fucked you on the counter, what if you agreed to stay in bed with him. All of the possibility was dwarfed by how hot you were thinking about what actually happened. Trapped downstairs on the phone with the fifth tech support person trying to help you with your order, all you could think about was your boyfriend’s pretty ass cock and how much you wanted to be pounded into oblivion right then and there for the guy on the phone to hear.
You’ve been hot all day. As hard as you knew this was for Jungkook, it almost felt like you were being punished being forced to watch.
Having him like this, below you, eating you out like his life depended on it made you so fucking hot.
When your thighs started to get a bit shaky, you finally looked down at him a little surprised to see his dazed gaze on you. You happily took one of your hands off the head board and let them tangle into his long brown locks.
You felt the subtle vibrations of the way he moaned. You watched as one of his hands that was gripping onto your thighs let go and hastily reached downward. Curious, you broke away from his gaze and to turn behind you and you felt a whole new fire light inside you at the sight of him hurriedly pumping his cock.
You quickly turned back down to him and noticed his eyes had glossed over, this whole thing apparently getting to him more than you thought.
Oh.
Suddenly you were back in the moment and was painfully aware of the skilled work of your boyfriend's tongue, playing with your clit, licking between your folds, and even into your hole. You knew you would cum soon at this rate.
“Are you enjoying this that much?” You teased breathlessly, moving your hips in a way that the new angle had your grinding against the tip of his nose. Fuck.
His attention shifted back to you, albeit still dazed.
You gripped onto his hair tighter when he didn’t answer, even though how could he with your pussy in his mouth. You watched intently as the way his eyes started rolling back. Hot.
You weren’t in the mood for games, you just wanted to fucking cum at this point.
“Fuck Jungkook, you’re so good to me always. Love you.” It was a hasty confession as your attention turned towards chasing the high that’s been dangled in front of you all day.
Jungkook seemed to speed up at the praise. It didn’t take long for that built up tension to finally snap when you cried out as you experienced one of the most toe-curling, mind numbing orgasms you’ve ever had.
Jungkook gave you no time to recover though, because even after he worked you through it and you started to lift up, he showed no signs of stopping.
You looked down at him and he nodded up at you, needing no words to explain.
He wanted to watch again, have you cum all over his face one more time. You were so sensitive, confused at the blissful sting of overstimulation, but still extremely turned on because holy fucking shit was this hot.
Jungkook quickly had you back to that point where that feeling was back all too soon and you were crying out once more and your orgasm hit you faster than a freight train.
Your brain didn’t know how to comprehend what happened as you sat there for a second, letting your heart and breathing calm down. What just happened? You felt fuzzy all over, loved, comforted, and—
Jungkook’s hand suddenly fell from your thigh as you finally looked down once again. You were delighted to see the fucked out expression, his eyes were closed and you cooed internally at the way his eyelashes tickled his cheeks. He was so pretty. His brows were furrowed as the hand that had long left your thigh continued to move. That’s when you remembered what you saw last time.
You turned around and was shocked to see the cum covering his toned stomach, but he was still harder than ever. Suddenly you were hot all over again.
You turned back to Jungkook once more, noticing how pained his delicate expression had gotten.
“Please, inside…” He finally opened his eyes to look up at you. You also noticed how red he seemed and you wondered if he was just hot, flushed, or was it embarrassment? Maybe all three considering? You could also see how wet his face was, you didn’t know whether that was just you or the tears that had especially collected around his eyes.
You swung your leg over and took a seat next to him. Jungkook was quick at sitting up and turning toward you, you both just looked at each other before Jungkook got too impatient and hurriedly pulled you into a kiss.
He was hungry, desperate, and had you breathless by the time he moved you both so you were on your back and he was slotted between your thighs, ignoring the stickiness between you.
You moaned into the kiss when you felt the steady grind of his cock between your folds. Despite having just come (twice), you still found yourself eager to have him inside you, finally.
Jungkook pulled away to hurriedly line himself up, ready to finally fucking finally feel you, but just as he was about to push in you remembered something.
“Wait— Jungkook!” You called and he looked up at you, a little startled.
“Mhmmm?” He almost sounded like he was drunk, his attention quickly turning back down to your pussy and was entranced at how wet you sounded, his eyes glued to the way his cock looked as he pushed it through the slickness of your folds.
“Do you think we should use a condom?” You asked, a little concerned. You never typically did these days, but with this enchantment it may be better just in case.
Jungkook was trying his best to pay attention to your words, but fuck, he was so close and you felt so good.
“I don’t know if my birth control can go up against this enchantment.”
“Eghhhh— I don’t mind if you think it’s better. It’s up to you.” His brain was not working, of course he had a preference and that preference was clouding any sort of logical thinking.
“What— you don’t mind if this gets me pregnant?” You giggled at the comment.
Jungkook's eyes returned to yours but then back down between you both. “Feel like I could give you octuplets right now.” He chuckled weakly, both trying to joke along with you but he was also incredibly serious, painfully serious.
You just laughed realizing you shouldn’t really be asking him when he’s like this. “Ohhh, that’s just the enchantment talking baby~” You smiled, somehow endeared by his words.
“I’m serious though, whatever you want to do— but wait, we haven’t used condoms for so long I don’t even remember if I have any left.” He panicked. Just the thought of stopping now made him want to throw something out the window. He felt close already.
“Please hurry baby…” He moaned, trying his best to stay calm but this fucking enchantment was making it very hard.
You sensing the urgency decided to think about this.
There is no way you wouldn’t end up pregnant from this if you just do nothing— or well, there’s just a great chance. Considering you weren’t enchanted by the waffles maybe that would be enough? You also had no idea anyway if you had any condoms in the room anymore. Maybe you would be fine? You could make your own remedy of sorts in the morning as well just for good measure.
And would it really be that bad if all that fails? Sure you weren’t at that point of your life where you were ready to start having kids, but this was with Jungkook, not some random guy from a one night stand. If things didn’t go to plan, it wouldn’t be that bad.
Your judgment was questionable though considering you were just as eager to finally feel him inside you and the way his cock slid over your clit made your mind a little fuzzy. Might you regret it in the morning, maybe, but you would solve that issue when you get there. You had a plan as well so—
“Alright— I have a plan for tomorrow, but just get inside before I lose my mi—” You were hardly able to finish your sentence before Jungkook hurriedly pushed inside you, not even making it in all the way before he buried himself in your neck and let out the most glorious moan as he came inside you.
You were shocked but you still rubbed his back lightly, trying to help him through it. You could only imagine at this point how intense things have gotten for him, the thought turned you on and for a brief moment considered one day downing three of these waffles and seeing what happens.
Jungkook eventually pulled away and you immediately noticed the tears that stained his face and quickly brought your hands up to wipe them.
“Was it good?” You chuckled, but you were starting to get a tad bit concerned seeing how fucked out he was beginning to look.
He shakily nodded his head.
“You’re lucky I said yes.” You laughed hoping that would pep him back up back you could tell he was hardly paying any attention to what you were saying.
“S-s-sorry.” His voice was soft and you couldn’t help yourself as you brought him closer to kiss his cheek. The lights were dim in your room, but once your lips touched his skin you finally felt just how wet his face was.
“It doesn’t hurt right?” You asked immediately as you pulled back.
He shook his head.
“Feels too good.” He sighed as he steadily started to move his hips again.
Jungkook was not at all prepared for what it would feel like to be inside you with this enchantment. Maybe he was so sensitive from how many times he’s cum already, or things really have escalated to a point that everything has just become so overwhelming, but the minute he started moving his hips he was rendered speechless.
The enchantment only seemed to enhance every sensation the warm embrace your walls always gave him. It was so good, you were so good to him. Every sense of his made his brain go haywire, the way you wrapped around him, the way your hands ran along his back, the way you looked up at him as he fucked you, your expression, your eyes alone was enough to get him to cum again.
He loved you so much.
“Fuck.” He whispered so quietly he doubted you heard it, he couldn’t say it any louder even if he wanted to. Despite the odd circumstances and how frustrating the day has been, being here with you like this made it all worth it.
Jungkook didn’t even realize how much his eyes had watered up until your expression started to shift to worry when you brought your hand up to wipe his face.
“Fuck— Jungkook are you sure you’re ok?” You asked, once again concerned.
“Mhmmmm, good, so good. Don’t wanna cum yet, wanna make you feel good too.” He cried. He was desperate to make you feel even an ounce of what he did. His pace had remained painfully slow, knowing the minute he sped up it’d be over.
“This feels good— don’t worry baby this is about you, ok?” You smiled up at him. It was meant to be reassuring but it only made him feel worse.
Jungkook picked up the pace and relished in your delighted moans and the sound of the bed frame creaking at your escapades. It was overwhelming, so overwhelming, that feeling, that need to fill you up once more became harder to ignore.
He tried his best to distract himself by kissing you hastily but that only seemed to make things worse. It was just so good.
“Oh— oh go—“
It felt like he was hit with a train the way his orgasm knocked him so suddenly, somehow it was even more intense than before. It felt like a fervor dream, he was delirious, and maybe it was this enchantment, but as he coated your walls with his cum there was some strange part in him that wanted all this to get you pregnant.
It was a guilty confession that he knew he would regret later, but it’s what fueled him despite how exhausted his body felt to flip you over so you were on your hands and knees so he could do it again.
The position gave him a great view of your ass, and he cursed to himself quietly as watched the way it’d jiggle anytime he pushed into you.
“So—so good Jungkook…” You whined.
“Close?” Was all he could ask and you hurriedly nodded.
Jungkook’s hand quickly came down to smack your ass and gripped on the soft mounds hard, loving the way you moaned for him. As much as he’s enjoyed the thought about whipped cream all over your titties all day, your ass will always be his favorite.
Jungkook felt your walls tighten around his cock and he knew you were close.
He pulled you close so your back was against him, the new angle allowing him to fuck into you easily, while his hand went down to rub your clit and his mouth kissed your neck.
The position had him reaching spots inside you that made your mind go blank as you soon felt him fill you up once again, but he didn’t stop until you were soon cumming all over his cock.
You were hardly able to recover before Jungkook was pulling out of you and laying down only to usher you so you were hovering over his cock. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, and it didn’t take much to figure out what he was asking from you.
You were already starting to get a little tired and barely coming off your last orgasm you still found it in yourself to sink down onto his length once again. You felt his hands come up and grip your hips tightly as you began to slowly move.
You also surprised yourself with the fact that you were keeping up with him, no enchantment fueling your efforts, just your love for this idiot who ate your waffles.
You marveled at his soft sighs of pleasure and how beautiful he looked. He had grown more quiet like back in the kitchen and just by the look on his face you knew things had really gotten intense. You could only imagine, you’re not even sure how many times he’s cum at this point.
“You’re so pretty baby~” You breathlessly confessed and he let out a strained moan as one of his hands moved up to play with one of your tits. For some reason you knew he was close once again.
“You’re gonna cum again for me baby?” You asked but you knew. You noticed his eyes started getting watery again, tears falling from his eyes.
“Y-yes.” He strained and you could hardly hear him.
You decided to speed up a little, not wanting to drag this out for him. You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his cock filling you up, focusing on keeping a steady rhythm. It wasn’t too long after you started losing yourself in the pleasure that you felt his grip on your hips tighten before you heard Jungkook out a moan as his eyes rolled back and you felt him fill you up once again.
You smiled but Jungkook was quick at moving you so you laid on your side, your back against his chest before he was entering you from behind. He didn’t move for a little while and it was then that you were able to look over at his nightstand to see the time.
11:56.
Almost there.
Jungkook also noticed that this was finally about to come to an end and knew he wanted to make the most of it. One more time.
Jungkook grabbed ahold of your thigh and lifted it up so your leg could rest ontop of his so he could fuck into you easier and slowly started to move.
“One more time.” He sighed, kissing your neck.
He wasn’t talking about himself. Four minutes at this point was enough time for cum at least twice, but he was thinking about you. He wanted– no, needed to feel you cum around his cock once more.
Jungkook quickly found a good pace and reached around to find your clit once again.
You moaned for him, not honestly thinking you could cum again, but Jungkook always had a way of proving you wrong because you quickly felt that growing need once again.
It was so good, he was so good. Being close like this, his length buried deep inside, his fingers on your clit, his lips on your skin, you felt so loved and still being a little sensitive from your last orgasm you felt so close so quickly.
As much as he wanted to wait until you were closer, the way your walls were gripping made him spill into you quicker than he liked but he never faltered, speeding up instead determined to make you cum around him before midnight.
“Fuck, fuck please baby–” He pleaded and you cried.
You were close, so fucking close.
With a couple more thrusts you felt that blinding surge of pleasure spread through your whole body and moaned his name as he somehow gave you your fourth orgasm of the day. It hit Jungkook as well, your orgasm suddenly having him spilling into you once again.
It was a blissful end.
Jungkook shakily worked you both through the waves of pleasure as the clock changed to 12:00. Instead of this neverending sea of desire Jungkook had been swimming in all day, the calm silence of that relief was slowly gifted to him as well.
You both just sat there trying to collect yourselves because– woah. Despite the circumstances this definitely was a night to remember.
The longer you laid there the more you just wanted to head to bed but you were sweaty, covered in cum, and your room was still a mess. After a little while you finally found the motivation to pry yourself away from Jungkook’s warm embrace. When you turned around you were a little shocked, or well not that shocked, to see his eyes closed and seemingly asleep already.
You didn’t blame him, honestly surprised he didn’t fall out sooner than this.
You were about to jump out of the bed to start your shower when you felt a hand on your wrist, stopping you.
“Don’t leave me please…” His eyes were still closed and he sounded so drowsy. You leaned in closer and pushed the hair out of his face, the ends noticeably damp.
“What’s that baby?”
“Don’t leave.” He looked up at you. The only thing on Jungkook’s mind was falling asleep with you in his arms.
“I don’t want to get up either, but I was just going to shower and maybe get started a little bit on all the laundry–”
“Don’t leave.” He said once again.
You leaned down and kissed him on his forehead. “I promise to be back soon ok, you’ll probably be asleep by the time I get back anyway.”
“But I want you with me…” He pouted.
“You can come join me in the shower if you want.” You suggested.
“Tirreeeedddd, can’t this wait till morning.” He sighed and you couldn’t help but giggle. He always gets really baby when he’s sleepy.
“I’ll be back ok~” You reassured him and headed for the bathroom.
As tired as he was, unlike the last time he went to sleep, Jungkook wanted to make sure you’d be in his arms when he wakes up. Despite how everything and everywhere in his body ached, he still found himself joining you in the bathroom.
You were shocked but found your cheeks warming when you saw him groggily walk into the bathroom to join you.
You didn’t want to make the shower take too long, he was tired and you were as well and you had laundry to start. Jungkook was hardly awake, almost falling over a couple times as the warm water fell over you both.
When you went to shampoo his hair and gently massaged his scalp, even in his delirious state he almost felt teary. This was so nice, you were so so good to him.
“Y/n…” He quietly got your attention.
“Mhmm~”
“I’m sorry…”
“What for?” You couldn’t hide your confusion at what he could possibly be apologizing for.
“I’ve been a burden all day, ate those waffles, made things hard for you. I’m sorry.” His brain was hardly working, but he’s felt bad about this all day.
“It’s alright, I should have gotten a fridge for the shop already anyway.” You laughed. “And you haven’t been a burden alright, today was fun!” You weren’t lying, you definitely had fun today.
Jungkook smiled and pulled you in for a hug, not wanting at all to let go. Not now, not ever.
You both eventually made it out of the shower and the minute Jungkook got his clothes on he collapsed onto the bed, sleep becoming too much to fight at this point. You had managed to wiggle the sheets out underneath him, still being visibly damp from earlier.
You went ahead and grabbed everything else and took it to the laundry room, but after seeing how much you had to do, ultimately decided it may just be best to save it for the morning like Jungkook suggested. The shower made you sleepy so instead you went to bring out your thick blanket.
When you got to the room you were a little surprised to find Jungkook sitting up on the bed, looking half out of it.
“I thought you fell asleep already?” You giggled as you went over to caress his cheek.
“Mmmm, wanted you here. Can’t fall asleep yet.” He sighed, nuzzling into your hand.
You took the hint and made quick work on tossing the blanket out over the bed, grabbing the pillows that were on the floor, and climbing into bed with your boyfriend.
As soon as you got in the bed, turned off the lights, and got you both situated he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. It probably didn’t take even a minute before you heard his light snores and you were sure it didn’t take long after that for you to join.
What a day.
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“You think anyone will believe this?” You asked after he clicked the post button.
“Probably not, but that’s the point. Feels good to talk about these things though.” Jungkook smiled, his heart warm from reminiscing all day.
You smiled and hugged him.
“Alright, I’ve been here long enough, I have classes to get to.” You sighed, hopping up from the bed. “I’ll be back from the shop before 6 so I can do dinner today.” You kissed his cheek and was about to run off to put on your shoes, but Jungkook grabbed your hand.
He looked down at your intertwined fingers, imagining once again that ring he saw in the shop earlier on your finger, how pretty it would look until you both got matching bands. He was feeling a little too sentimental at the thought and how much he wished it was already on your finger.
“Ummmm, watcha doing?” You asked, noticing him staring at your hand.
“Ermm– sorry.” He leaned down and kissed your hand. “Be back soon ok, miss you already.” He sighed, hating that you had to leave him on his day off.
You leaned down and kissed his lips, Jungkook wholeheartedly melting into the kiss, thinking about what it might be like to kiss you like this on your wedding day.
You pulled away with a big smile on your face.
“Oh right! Don’t forget to take the broom over to my mom’s, he’s really been missing her these days.”
Jungkook groaned. “You know your broom hates me, it’ll take forever just to get him out of the room.” He recounted the last time he was responsible for taking your broom out.
“Cmoonnn you guys need some bonding time anyway, and plus my mom also wanted to see you as well so… good luck.” You said as you left the room.
“Alright, come back soon! I’m making bulgogi tonight!” He yelled out to you and he quickly heard you running back and giving him another hug before running out the room again.
“Bye!” You called out, before the door closed behind you, leaving Jungkook alone.
How this was his life was still a mystery to him as well, who gets to say they need to take their girlfriend’s broom out?
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Who gets to say they need to take their fiance’s broom out?
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Who gets to say they need to take their wife’s broom out?
Jungkook’s face flushed at the thought. Maybe this trip won’t be so bad? He had something he needed to ask your mom anyway.
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Aita for wanting to cut off this guy?
Summary: I(f16) Met Aiden(m16) a few months ago, and am becoming increasingly aware that I have a lot of issues with him. However, he clearly wants to be friends with me, and I feel bad cutting him off. I gave him the wrong idea about me when we met, we very little in common, and our views contrast quite a bit. He’s also vented to me without warning a few times. He’s autistic and doesn’t have much experience with friends (according to the mom of our mutual friend Bea (f16), also autistic) and I don’t think he means to hurt anyone, but some of the things he does really stress me out regardless.
In May, I got invited to Bea’s birthday party, which was just me, Bea, her mom, and Aiden. In a hotel pool. We were all eating at a picnic table and I started to get incredibly anxious, and tried to talk to Aiden to break the tension since he’d been looking at me for a while, presumably because I looked like absolute death. He eventually mentioned something about animals (cool, a shared interest). Anyway due to both the stress, and the unlimited cool-bug-facts stored in my brain, I started rambling and we talked for around an hour.
...Assorted red flags in this conversation…
- Aiden’s “crazy ex friend” made some harassment allegations against him.
- “Yeah we should totally go hiking sometime, guy I don’t know!”
- Aiden thinks vegans are stupid and climate change isn’t real (I was talking about how I plan on going into ecology lmao)
- Aiden asks me to make a contact in his phone
The problems started when he immediately got really attached to me. I was way friendlier than normal that day and that’s entirely on me.
My birthday was a few days after Bea’s party. Aiden found out, and despite me specifically telling him I don’t like getting gifts, brought a gift bag to class, which included a card with $50. I completely panicked and tried to shove the money into his hands, but he kept stopping me while laughing. I felt awful because we hadn’t even properly spoken since the party.
That night he texted me saying he wasn’t sorry for giving me the money, followed by a paragraph about how everyone had failed him, how teachers have told him he’s better off dead, and how his few friends are the only thing keeping him from committing suicide. People vent to me a lot, but I really didn’t know how to deal with it from someone I barely knew. I just told him that he doesn’t need to buy my friendship. I confided in my mom about it and she told me to stop talking to him, and that I absolutely wasn’t allowed to see him outside of school.
Aiden started dating Bea a week after that. Bea had said before that she wasn’t interested in Aiden when her mom teased her about his crush on her. I was worried that she just said yes because she typically goes along with what other people want. I’ve hardly ever gotten her to share her opinions outside of whatever her mom tells her. I later found out from my friend Kayla (f16) that Aiden was trashing Bea’s dyed hair and generally being misogynistic about “unnatural women”
Kayla also informed me that she had had an incident with Aiden, before I met him. They were at the same Halloween party and when she tried talking to him, he somehow somehow thought she was into him, and lied about being gay to the entire party before correcting himself. My friends had previously warned me that Aiden’s intentions probably weren’t platonic, but I ignored it since I’ve been out as a lesbian for years, so I could just let him know if it came down to it. Generally I started talking to him less, I didn’t have an issue with remaining friends, since I know he’s awkward with people, and his beliefs are mostly what his dad tells him to think.
Since then he’s Invited me to go hiking in other states multiple times, sent another vent text, tried to go with me to a class he’s not in, asked for advice on breaking up with Bea before going back on it, tried to follow me home from orchestra rehearsal? Invited me to dinner, to his house, and to his grandma’s.
I’m going to run out of excuses eventually, and any interaction with him seems to invite both more than what I’m comfortable with, and what my parents allow. I wish I could just text with him sometimes or something, but that’s not an option. I feel like ripping it off might be better than slowly letting him down, considering he already considers me a close friend, and I don’t want him to hurt himself, and it’s probably better if he just thinks I’m a terrible person (might be true).
Would I be in the wrong for cutting him off altogether? Am I the mean high school girl from my childhood nightmares?
What are these acronyms?
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Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (OC)
Warnings: Fluff! (otherwise n/a)
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This Must Be The Place - Talking Heads
“Home is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there”
I awoke to the feeling of Jake curled around my back like a kitten.
These were my favorite mornings, the slight chill of the autumn air being held at bay by the absolute love of my life. Sharing warmth and skin in our own little bubble, undisturbed by the outside world.
We’ve been together long enough that our circadian rhythms were in sync. When one of us begins to stir, the other is sure to follow.
I felt Jake nuzzle in closer behind me, wrapping his arm tighter around my middle.
“Call out today, Red” he mumbled out in a gravely voice, thick with sleep.
I let out a small chuckle, as I turned in his arms to look into his eyes.
“We have this conversation every morning, Jacob.”
He plants a sleepy kiss to my waiting lips
“But, I really mean it this time. Let’s go on an adventure.”
I thought about it for a second. I rarely call out, even if I am actually sick. And with his job, Jake and I hardly get to spend time together during daylight hours.
“Well, if you really mean it, how could I say no?” I pressed a featherlight kiss to his forehead, before lightly shoving his shoulder,
“You’re on coffee duty, though.”
Huffing out a long, dramatic sigh, he got up and shuffled into the kitchen.
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We walked hand-in-hand down the damp cobblestone streets, the sounds of the harbor serving as background noise for our contented silence.
When Jake promised me an adventure this morning, I didn’t think he meant “window shopping for the bar.”
I was more than happy to tag alongthough. Few things made me happier than watching him get excited about his work.
I loved seeing his eyes light up every time we stumbled upon something that he felt would make the bar he owned and managed with his brothers just slightly more welcoming.
I was completely transfixed by him, as we stood outside of a shop that sold vintage cookware. He was in a quiet conversation with himself, debating the merits of switching to an all cast iron set up for the kitchen.
I couldn’t help but stare. The way the light hit his hair, almost giving it a copper tint. The way he rubbed his free hand against his mouth, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He truly was beautiful and I still don’t know how I got so lucky to stumble across him.
I felt him lightly squeeze my hand, tearing me out of my thoughts.
“Ya hear me, honey?”
A faint blush painted my cheeks, as I shook my head ‘no.’
“I said that I think we should head over there” he nodded his head toward an occult shop across the street.
He’d always been the (far more) spiritual counterpart to my skeptical self.
“For what, Jacob?”
“Been thinking about getting some authentic spooky shit for The Bar for Halloween”
I let out a laugh,
“Let’s just stop at Target. I’m sure they have something sufficiently spooky.”
“That’s not very adventurous of you.”
I rolled my eyes and gave him a mock salute
“Aye Aye, Captain, lead the way.”
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The bell on the door chimed as we entered the shop. We were immediately greeted by the smell of freshly lit incense.
“Welcome to Garden’s Gate!”
The woman behind the counter greeted us warmly, gesturing at the floor to ceiling shelves that lined the walls around the store.
“Take a look around, and holler if you have questions. I think you’ll find that we have something here for everyone.”
She said the last part to me directly.
Good Lord, does she have some type of Skeptic Detector?
We thanked her, and went our separate ways to explore.
Jake made his way deeper into the store, while I stuck close to the front.
The section I was perusing was, lovingly, I think, dubbed the “Baby Witch” area.
The shelves were filled with books on all topics of occultism, journals, pre-bundled herbs, and basic “supplies.”
However, I found myself gravitating toward the small table of crystals that were set out.
My hands flitted across several before settling on a small, pink tumbled stone that seemed almost out of place amongst the larger, raw stones that sat beside it.
I picked it up, rubbing my fingers along the smooth edges, getting lost in the feel of it in my hand.
“Rose quartz,” I startled at Jake’s voice.
Where did he come from?
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing a quick kiss to the top of my head before continuing
“A very romantic stone. Associated with the planet Venus and by extension Libra and Taurus. Thinking about me, are you?”
I rolled my eyes, setting the rose quartz back down. “Maybe I just thought it was pretty, Jacob.”
“Nah, I think it was fate, Red.”
I turned to face him, noticing that he had set a small basket filled with “authentically spooky” items on the ground beside us.
“Ready to head out?” I asked, nodding my head to the basket.
“Mhm”
He laced his fingers with mine before leading me to the front counter.
Jake made small-talk with the woman behind the counter as she rang him up and bagged his items.
She looked into my eyes, as she handed Jake his bag and receipt,
“Y’know. I don’t typically do this, but I’d love to give you a reading, free of charge.”
“Oh, I don’t know. That sounds like it’s more his thing…” I smiled awkwardly
“That may be true, but the universe doesn’t have any messages for him right now.”
I shifted back and forth on my feet, thinking for a moment.
What’s the harm? I don’t believe in this crap anyway.
“Okay, I guess”
“Perfect! Follow me.” She walked out from behind the counter, flipping the Open sign to Closed, then led us to the back of the store, opening an unassuming door and practically shoving us inside.
At the center of the dimly lit room, there was a table set up with chairs on either side of it.
In the middle of the burgundy crushed velvet tablecloth sat a deck of tarot cards and a half-burned white taper candle.
“I truly don’t normally do this. I prefer to schedule readings in advance to avoid having to shut the store down in the middle of the day,”
The shopkeeper let out a laugh and invited us to have a seat while she busied herself with lighting the candle and shuffling the cards,
“However, the second you walked in the store, I knew I had to do a reading for you.”
“That’s… interesting”
She stopped shuffling and asked me to cut the deck into 3 separate stacks, then began shuffling the stacks into each other again.
Why am I so nervous?
I glanced toward Jake, and he squeezed my hand reassuringly.
She finally set the deck down.
“Before I get started, I want you to take a few deep breaths and try to clear your mind. Picture yourself breathing in positivity, and exhaling negativity. Let me know when you’re ready.”
I huffed out a small laugh, but closed my eyes and did as she requested.
On each inhale I thought of everything I had to be thankful for, and on each exhale I sent out all my doubts, worries, and insecurities.
“I think I’m ready.” I opened my eyes to find her already staring back at me.
“Great! I’ll explain as I go, but I do feel called to do a Past/Present/Future spread for you. So, the first card I pull will represent your past; what you’ve overcome and what you’ve grown from. The second card I pull will represent your present; where you are currently at, areas that may still need work. The third card I pull will represent your future; where you will be, and what you have to look forward to.”
I nodded along with her, as she placed her right hand on the deck and took a deep breath.
I instinctively leaned forward in my chair as she flipped three cards over in rapid succession.
She studied them for a moment before glancing quickly between Jake and me, smiling
“Your interest in the Rose Quartz makes sense, now”
I raised an eyebrow, looking down at the cards before me.
“This one right here, your Past, is the Two of Swords,” she pointed to each sword, then the blindfolded woman between them
“She is…well- was, in your case, at an impasse. Stuck between two choices; your heart and your head. You wanted nothing more than to be loved, and to share your love freely in return. But the logical side of you wouldn’t allow that. You can correct me if I’m wrong, but I feel like your hesitation was related to a much larger issue. Possibly your family or your career?”
I found myself nodding along, despite my better judgment. I didn’t want to give her too much information to work with.
“This leads us into your Present, the Two of Cups. The man and woman here are fairly self explanatory. It’s obvious what choice you made in your past,, I want to focus on this back here,”
She points at the symbol between the man and woman, each holding a cup, on the card.
I’ve seen this before. It’s used in the medical field.
“This symbol is a Caduceus. It’s the symbol of Hermes, the messenger of the gods in Greek mythology. Hermes, being a messenger, also ruled over Communication. This card showing up in your present means that you’ve found a good foundation with your partner, and you’re able to clearly communicate your wants and desires with them. Because of this partnership, you’re able to ‘fill each other’s cups.” Neither of you take more than is offered, nor do you expect it. It’s very mutually beneficial.”
I nodded, and caught Jake nodding along this time as well.
“Finally, for your Future, we have The Four of Wands. This is an absolutely beautiful card to see in a reading like this,”
She points, first, to the couple joyfully dancing underneath a wreath.
“They are symbolic of a well deserved period of joy. Instead of the calm before the storm, think about right after the storm, when the birds come back out from their hiding places to greet the sun. Your future will be full of that love and happiness if you continue on the path that you are on now.”
Shethen, pointed to the four wands that held the wreath the couple was dancing beneath.
“These symbolize all the little foundations that you’ve built so far, and the ones you will continue to build. If you continue to nourish them, they will be fruitful,”
She finally points out the Castle in the background.
“And this is the fruit of all the labor you’ll put in. This is your home, where you belong.”
I sat there for a second, my head spinning.
There’s absolutely no way this wasn’t planned. She has to have some special romance deck hidden away, full of fairytale cards, waiting for women like me to come in.
“That’s all I have for you, today. I hope it was helpful, or reassuring at the very least. Now, if you’ll excuse me, the shop won’t run itself.”
She stood, snuffing the candle and opening the door for us.
“I do hope to see you two lovebirds back in here.”
Jake and I stood and began making our way to the exit, thanking the woman as we crossed the threshold.
“Can you believe that? What a load of nonsense.” I looked at Jake as the shop door closed behind us.
“Sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself of that, Honey.” He smiled at me, then dragged me into the alleyway beside the shop.
He pressed my back into the brick wall behind us, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses up my neck.
“What are you doing, Jacob?” It came out breathier than I intended.
“Why don’t I take you home and prove to you just how right she was about us?”
I squirmed against him as he nipped at my jaw.
“By all means.”
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right, third time's the charm- You are someone I am very glad to have 'met' in whatever way the internet lets us.
Not because you're the first person I've ever exchanged drawings with like they were notes passed along on a rainy day, making silly little stories out of woodpeckers and lego toadstoods and trick or treat wishes- Not because I have those drawings printed out, woodpecker and otter hanging on my wall, the halloween ones added to my old lebkuchen box of decorations to be tacked up next year with all the rest- Not because the memory of looking at your art had me picking up pen and paper with a lightness that hasn't been there since I was a kid-
I just love seeing you around on here.
Blocks of tags with rambles- little stories and asides to soak up like a sponge or a plant, reminding me of this or that thought I've had myself- your passion for things, the breath of relief I let out reading something you wrote that says something I can't trust myself with.
The rhythm of your thoughts makes mine very happy, is what I mean. And that you share them- tossing small paper planes of your life out into the world- honest silliness, maybe? It takes bravery and kindness to do it, I think. Even when something upsets you or makes you sad, I'm grateful to see it- these things you care about enough to be hurt by, and to talk about.
From you, I won't argue about how good of a person I am. I'm smiling at the thought that you would think that of me, and I'll makes myself send this little ask to try to tell you back-
thank you for being you.
If tumblr crashes tomorrow and I never hear about you again, I'll always be grateful it lasted this long. I'll remember the rat stuck in a marble, with a skull for it's emblem, hoping you got to do some pottery, snuggled your cat, and had a little hot chocolate, as a treat~
I- I'm at a loss for words...
And crying. Oh words collect yourself into a proper order-
People have said kind things about me before, and it's always brought me joy- but nothing like this. You've cut right into my soul, found things I didn't even know would get to me like this if I heard them.
I want to comment more but re-reading what you said is almost painful, because I was not prepared to take in such words today, or ever. It hurts in the same way as thinking about the beauty in life for too long. I don't know if you understand what I mean- but strong joy, getting overwhelmed with feelings that are good
It's like my little body can't handle it, experiencing things it was not made for. This feeling is bleeding out of me, and I can't even name it. It's not joy. It's... Something better. The knowledge that someone I care for deeply could be made happier thanks to me, my words, my ramblings, my silliness, my art, even the serious and vulnerable moments. Everything. It's like you saw my entire self and said yeah... there's nothing I'd leave out. Oh gosh I'm crying again.
I didn't know you did actually print those drawings out. I've been wondering. I'm so very glad. Bringing you some joy with them is all I wanted. And that someone could appreciate my art this much- especially you. It's like something out of a dream. I didn't know life had such luck in store for me. That I could make art come more easily to someone else again. And you know I love your art. Every time you post something I scramble to get that across, after all. Clunky and anything but concise.
Often I fear that I may be doing too much, coming on too strong, saying so much where others would keep it short. But I've had my years of silence born of paranoia, and I got sick of it. So sick. The reason I started blogging is exactly that, a form of self imposed exposure therapy, I suppose. Every time I'd be afraid to share something, I reminded myself- that's exactly why you should do it. Even if your heart is beating so fast it makes you lightheaded. Which happens rarely now, because this worked, somehow.
And I find myself thinking of a different string of time- where I didn't. Where I let the fear win. Where I never met you and some other lovely people, where all these exchanges we've had, the art and the words and photos of little rocks and tote bags and comics of them running away- never happened. These things that fuel me even when things seem dim. You light something up in me that was previously difficult to cling to- an occasional burst of this spark. Now it is like a little star that has snuggled its way deeply into my heart, refusing to leave.
The rhythm of your thoughts make mine very happy too. I never feel like I have to adjust my thinking with you, because I know you'll understand. Your mind is just as wonderfully strange. I know no one else who creates hand snails and runaway totebags and the most perfect crest imaginable. Making art for you is so fun, because I feel like whatever I choose to depict, you'll get it.
What I want most in life is to be a good person. To bring people joy. Knowing I succeeded is more than I could ever hope for. Am I making sense? Why are you so easy to let into my heart? Why does letting you influence my creations, my way of thinking, my way of loving the world feel so right?
You bring out the best in me.
And that you think sharing what I do takes bravery- well I suppose you're right. I never thought anyone would realise. Would understand. But that it takes kindness? I never thought of it that way. I didn't think anyone would look at what I say and think, "how kind of you, that you chose to share this". I never thought that would be possible. I've had people tell me how happy my tags made them, a few times. That's what fueled me. I thought, if some have said it, then more must have thought it. And I want to keep spreading that joy. What I'm trying to say is you've reassured me in things I didn't dare hope for.
And that even my occasional admission of pain could be seen as good. That you would see me as good.
You're the reason you know. The reason I talk so much on here. I didn't use to do that. I think about the moment that made me follow you, I remember it clearly. I think about all that led to knowing you at all.
Thank you for sharing. I will come back to this, whenever I need a reminder that, well. That I did something right.
I'm glad you won't argue what I said. You couldn't change my mind anyways, on you being a good person. I am so very grateful to have you in my life. I find it hard to tell what people think of me. Thank you for the reassurance, your own bravery, and your beautiful words. They're like poetry.
If Tumblr crashed tomorrow, and I never heard of you again, I would be heartbroken. Truly and fully. But I would be grateful, as I already am. For the time you were a part of my life.
But this shall not happen. We haven't reblogged those snails yet, as we promised, and even after that. I don't want to imagine.
I'll do pottery some day. I'm snuggling my cat as I type, and I'll make myself a hot chocolate, in my dancing skeleton mug. And every day, I'll keep being reminded of you, and how you're everywhere now. In every little thing I've shared, that you got excited about. You're a part of that clay hand now, my spooky dishware, my lego frog, my tote bags, my rocks, my memories. I take a moment to take in nature and I'm reminded of your description of the light falling through your window, the spot you left just to appreciate it. I see a sword, a snail, a drawing of a werewolf, and you're always there.
When you let people take up your time, you let them take permanent residence in your heart. And with you, I wouldn't have it any other way. Thank you for being here, for being you, and for bringing a peace to my soul I didn't know it needed.
Thank you.
#this is so very long#and yet there is more I could say#once again I am anything but concise#but it's all I can be#I can't risk not getting my point across#do you understand#what you've done to my heart#and that I wouldn't trade it for anything#I love who I am with you#and you mean so much to me#being vulnerable is horrifying#but I think I can risk it#rätposting#ask by:#a-dauntless-daffodil#a url I hope to see for a long time to come
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👻 and 🌧️ for the Halloween ask game. ^.-
👻 ghost: can you tease some wip ideas that have been haunting you/something you want to write in the future?
Let's see, I talked about Falling Petals here, so let's talk about the future of Cold Iron. I'm still working on the first book, in which the only consistent characters are Shaka, Kris, Maggie, and later Jack and Cassie. But when I think of "now" in that universe, I think of 60 years later when they meet the rest of the original "main" cast: Lynn, Tatiana, Liliana, Harry, Doug, and Beth. So most of my daydreams are about that future, and I cannot WAIT to introduce everyone else to the found family-ness of it all, and the various romances, and the secrets and betrayal, and the sacrifices, and the dichotomy between their cozy home life and violent quests.
🌧️ rain: share a sad or emotional scene from your wip!
Ooh, fun!! I already have 2 good ones in Cold Iron, but I think I've shared them both already so it looks like I'm writing another one. I used to write random scenes unrelated to my current point in the story ALL the time and I've gotten out of the habit, so this is fun. Plus this scene has been stuck in my head. It would be from the third book.
I wasn't watching where the kid was leading us. I was staring down through the sheets of rain at where his feet should have been and the glistening hooves clopping down the street instead. The longer hair on my right was plastered against my ear and cheek and getting in my mouth. The left side of my head was just wet and I was fairly certain I could feel my scalp freezing, an impressive feat for me. My pants clung wetly to my skin and my oversize windbreaker did little to break the wind. I was all but waddling.
Which is probably why it took me so long to realize that I recognized this street. I had always thought the city looked the same wherever you went, but no. I knew these tall molded buildings in particular, the arches above their windows, the way their peaks pointed at the heavy sky. The cars parked in front were larger and sleeker, and the people bustling past us were wearing jeans and coats more than suits and lace, but I knew this place.
I knew the way that sign shone silver, and what it had been before becoming another convenience store.
I swear I recognized the way the sidewalk cracked and peaked.
Suddenly the rain seemed much farther away.
It was a coincidence, it had to be, because that would be ridiculous. We were walking down a familiar street—had already been walking for over a mile—and we would keep walking right on past...
The kid leading us turned off the sidewalk suddenly and slipped past a torn piece of caution tape flapping in the wind. Beside me, April stumbled on a crack and stopped.
"Oh," her voice sounded very far away. "That's so weird, I didn't even notice it. Come on, let's get dry."
I was powerless to resist her tug on my jacket, leading me under the doorway and down the stairs into the flickering gloom.
The tiles felt almost warm on my feet compared to the damp chill outside. The air felt positively toasty just for lack of wind. You couldn't tell anymore what color the walls had once been, but I could have told you they were painted peach.
I was vaguely aware of kids and teenagers everywhere: huddled by a trashcan fire, laughing and wrestling and throwing things, sleeping in a lump in the corner. There was one old man snoring heavily. No one else looked older than 17. There were a lot of piercings and very little hair. The entire place smelled like cigarettes and sweat. Maybe half of them were inhuman.
But I was only distantly taking in these details, because much more immediate was the large square hole in the wall. No one could have fit in there now, stuffed as it was with bags and cans, but I would swear I knew the color of a worn piece of fabric poking out at the bottom.
It occurred to me, very oddly, to wonder if Maggie's missing picture was under there somewhere.
"I know, right." Kris' voice was extra deep and scratchy, the way it got when he was determined to seem cool despite it all. He was leaning against the wall, sucking on a cigarette like it was all that was keeping him alive. He had dug up more appropriate clothes, too: jeans that were somehow baggy even on him, a thick sweatshirt, and a hat floppy enough to tuck his horns under.
I felt a ridiculous urge to do a cartwheel, for old time's sake. We had been safe here. We had been happy here. Once.
I pressed my hand against Kris', hard, and with each little prick of his skin on mine I felt like I could breathe again. But we were here, and somehow these kids were here, and I thought I would never see it all again. Thought I never wanted to.
The lights all flickered at once, for just an instant, just long enough to notice the eternal purple glow coming from beside the tracks before I pressed my face into Kris' chest.
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#ahhhh I've been thinking about this for DAYS thanks so much!!#I should do more scenes just for the hell of it#moshke writes#writeblr#cold iron#ask games
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I can’t sleep so wanted to share the lore about how Suzumi became an onryō in the first place, so buckle in folks, this is gonna be a wild ride.
It all started when she was alive, and was about 7-8 years old, and was supposed to be attending a Halloween party her parents were hosting, but at this point was hurt by her dad so much to the point where she was only 1 or 2 hard hits away from death, so she was in bed, resting. But Suzumi had so much adrenaline she couldn’t tell how hurt she was, so she decided to finally run away from this toxic environment while she still could.
So she put on a plain white, loose kimono, and backed a small backpack with some food she had stored under her bed, her Daisuke doll, and Daisuke’s suicide note. Suzumi walked over to her bedroom window and took one more look at the place she felt safest, her bedroom, before gathering all the courage she could and jumping out the window.
Luckily the fall wasn’t high, but it did hurt a bit. But Suzumi didn’t care, she was determined to make it to the forest, where no one would find her. She ran and ran and ran, until she made it to a strange part of the woods she had never seen before. The Hinterlands. Suzumi had heard of the Hinterlands in stories before, but the thought had never crossed her mind that it was real.
As Suzumi was thinking this, the adrenaline started to finally wear off, and suddenly tripped over a stick. She hit the ground, and that was the last straw for her small and weak child body. The last thing she saw before her consciousness left her, was a jack-o-lantern carved into a tree trunk.
Suzumi woke up sitting up against a tree in a dark forest that didn’t look like the forest she last remembered being in. She knew she should be panicking, but felt weirdly calm. She also felt unusually light, like she could jump and start floating. Suzumi got up and started exploring this place for a bit, and eventually came to a small town. As she scanned the town and townspeople, she realized what this strange, dark, spooky place was: Halloween Town, a.k.a. The Between Heaven and Hell, where dead people go if they’re not entirely good or bad.
Before Suzumi had the chance to approach the town, she felt a strong attraction to somewhere in the forest. She decided to follow the attraction and it led her to an abandoned 1 story house, and as soon as she saw it, she knew this is where her grave would be in the realm she was alive in. But the attraction was still there, but stronger now. Suzumi entered the house, following the weird force through until it led her to an empty room in the middle of the house.
And even without any hint or evidence, Suzumi knew this is where her and Daisuke’s graves would be. As she stepped further in, the attraction disappeared. She sat down, took off her backpack and took out her brother’s suicide note and read it to comfort her. She read the part where he said they would meet again someday, and she decided to wait there for him to find her.
Suzumi used a piece of rock she found to make tally marks whenever a year passed. She eventually stopped counting at 88 years. One day, on the 99th year of waiting, she had slept to pass the time and had a dream about her death, and knew it was her dad that had killed her and her brother. Suzumi woke up feeling angrier than she ever had before, and she had been really angry since she had died. She finally let herself leave the house to go into woods and find her way back home. She only had one goal in mind: kill her father.
Suzumi ran as fast as she could through the woods, and she was faster than she remembered. As she ran, her anger grew every time her foot touched the ground. Suddenly she had to stop. Suzumi felt a pain all over her body at a level she had never felt. It felt like she was on fire while being stabbed. She screamed in pain, hoping someone would come help her, hoping the pain would stop, or at least lessen. It never did. She could tell things about her were… changing. Like she was growing more powerful. Then, to her relief, the pain stopped. Suzumi fell to her knees, still clutching her body in shock. Then she fell asleep.
When Suzumi woke up, the pain had subsided. But she had an overwhelming urge to hurt something. To kill something. She was angry. She was scared. She felt so many things at once, and couldn’t tell what to focus on. Her pitch black hair fell in front of her face, but didn’t bother to move it. She stood up fully, understanding at last what was happening.
Suzumi had become an onryō.
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i thought you deactivated and i was about to cry 😭 but hello, i just came to show you a lil clown friend that i found at my grandma’s house on halloween that reminded me of you (not bc you’re a clown, but bc you like clowns. just thought i should clear that up.)…… if you’re not the moot that likes clowns then feel free to ignore this ask 😅
YES THATS ME!!!
(I was officialsteveharrington but I changed my url bc I didn't like that name anymore 💀)
I would love nothing more than to be known by all of you as the clown mutual, that would bring me so much joy lmao
I love this little fella so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺 What a cutie pie!! The polka-dot outfit and the curls!! Not to mention the doll in their arms 😭😭😭
If I found something like this at the thrift store I would snatch it up in a heartbeat for my collection aahhh!!
Thanks for sharing this, it genuinely made me so happy 💕
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//15 pt. 2//
15 was the year that i lost everything & everyone that ever mattered to me. even the in bits & pieces, the urns full of ash, a letter i want to burn- they never return. no, not wholly.
sometimes, i lay awake at night, i can not sleep, & i try to remember, i try to think, think, think, but everything is always in this haze of the yellows&purples&browns&blues, the hue of the bruises in the shape of a pointer and a thumb left on my inner thigh. when i see something, i grasp it, i hold it, i speak it out loud into the winds slapping my face raw, into the river where i dreamt of floating down, down, down, into the bathroom sink drain full of hair&vomit&blood, into the chipped cup i refuse to let go of- full of cinnamon orange & lead paint.
i am dissociated from the girl i once was.
that girl who slept outside in the summer just to hear the coyotes howl & yip, the safety of cars passing by& the neighbors tv blaring college football games& the cattle train waking her.
she used to wake up early just to drink coffee every sunday with her papa, to watch the weather reports of canadian blizzards, to poke the fire & watch the snow fall. she would sing her father gospel& draw her mother laughing.
birthdays were halloween decorations, no-bake-cherry-cheesecake, & the girls who still liked me, who now hate me. they were family & cousins & firepits.
i had friends then, before, & after it was never, ever the same.
when i was 15, i found out what love really meant.
it was christmas vacation & pressed up against lockers, the blooming red blood flowing from the boys nostrils (did he not understand? how special a first kiss should be?) & falling down in the school yard. it was a boy in freezing grey minnesota & the drawings he made, the last words he said. it was the stairwells &my name on the loudspeaker. it was walking a mile in the winter just to see my father, thanksgiving spent in a gas station, we would share a coffee & dollar store coffee-flavored-hard-candy. it was sleeping on the pissed soaked carpet like a dog & getting kicked out after. it was a dirty room in a house i had never been to where he held me down, where i took my first drag just to compose myself after. it was a girl with blue hair & even bluer eyes. it was my father on the swing singing. it was my mother getting in her car & leaving. it was that house in that town i hated that smelled of meth & gun powder. it was losing faith & falling out.
when i was 15, my world fell apart.
i do not see how it was ever worth it- the things we do not ever speak about.
i can not grieve her.
the girl i once was.
i can not even remember what she looked like, or felt like, or tasted like.
i can not remember her thoughts swirling, the dread creeping, the crushing adoration she felt for girls & boys who would never notice her.
i can not remember how it felt to punch the dry wall,
only the floating through my childhood bedroom ceiling- the one covered in glow-in-the-dark-stars & a crack from an earth quake.
sometimes i wish i could.
she comes & whispers to me in my sleep, in my dreams.
sometimes, i wish she would shut the fuck up.
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Firsts
A warm sigh of beauty,
A little sigh of relief.
New traditions,
Old memories.
A radiant tear of joy,
A silent tear of sadness.
The first holidays after birth and death.
Maverick had his first Thanksgiving of his life. We had our first Thanksgiving without my Dad here with us. Granted, we have already experienced Halloween, but Dad wasn’t a huge Halloween fan, and Thanksgiving is basically the start of the holiday season.
We had a nice time overall. We visited with the Trapp side of the family, and my mom joined us. They had invited her at the same time I asked to include her, and I’m so glad she came. We got to see Mav and his cousin playing and enjoying the delicious Thanksgiving foods, as well as spend time with loved ones. I’m beyond grateful for kind, caring family who understand.
I felt a little guilty, though. While I had all the feels and emotions, I felt like I had to suppress them for the sake of Maverick. My therapist is in my head saying, “No, you need to get through what you need to get through and then make sure to go let out your emotions however that may look ie crying, music, writing etc.” I was there for Mav, introduced him to at least 4 new foods, chatted with family, and he was a perfect distraction. But I feel guilty because I was also sad and Mav’s first holidays shouldn’t be overshadowed either.
On the other hand, guilt seeped in because I wasn’t more sad to be celebrating without my Dad with us in person. Guilt was present on both accounts.
It doesn’t seem fair to Maverick, but I am doing the best I can. Isn’t that all we can do? The mind is a beautiful (and sometimes scary) thing; the brain is powerful. Birth and death are spiritual events, and 6 months apart - on top of emotions you already have from birth - is overwhelming. I have learned so much about how my brain works and processes information, though.
Everything is in a new light. Those simple, time passing chats with others suddenly mean so much. The laughs that come with a funny quote from an innocent family member are stored in my memory. The guys watching football brings back flashbacks but you enjoy the sight, not even knowing the score or outcome of the game. And that food tastes delicious; there was love in the making of the food, and when sharing your meal with your baby there is love in the serving of the food.
In many ways it was a beautiful day as Maverick’s first Thanksgiving and time with family, and that is what a holiday should entail. In another way, I’m glad we got through the first holiday without Dad and that it is over. I know he wouldn’t want us to be sad because of him, though, but to celebrate with Maverick.
I thought it was difficult enough having my Dad receive the diagnosis of ALS while I was pregnant. I had to stay calm and as happy as possible because this little miracle felt everything that I felt and I didn’t want to start his life off negatively in the womb. But this is a different kind of difficult, that I wish for nobody.
And now onto Christmas soon.
I’ve found that it is helping to remember the reason for each holiday as well, instead of focusing on self or grief. Celebrating the holidays is tricky because each family does have traditions, but it is helpful to remember why we are celebrating, while we create new memories.
During our mini Christmas photo session with my friend, I read a portion of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas to Mav. Yes, I also bought the book to read to him soon, too. That was our story every Christmas Eve that Daddy read to my brother and me. One year, when we were adults, we couldn’t find the book. We almost have it memorized! But not quite, so we did a last minute online search for a free version of the words. When we found it, we printed it off and had Dad read it to us. Individual papers were all over, who knows where now, but the memory remains.
Isn’t it ironic how the highs and lows of life can intersect? I’ve heard that passed down from many wise females in my family, and I believe it is for a reason. When the lows of life happen, we have those highs to help us get through them.
Maverick - you are an absolute miracle. I am soaking up all of the seconds with you and loving each part of your childhood. I am not wishing away anything and I am blessed to be your mom. I know countless women want the opportunity to be a mother, and you chose me. I am enjoying your many facial expressions, babbles and stories, milestones, mannerisms, and first holidays. Days are beautiful. We love you.
Dad - we miss you beyond words. I’m grateful you are not suffering anymore and I’m grateful for the comfort that we will see you again, but it does not make the time here without you any better. I talk to you often. At work, we talk about you often and your patients sure do care about you. Days are different. We love you.
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Money can’t buy Love #10
A Healthy Physician looking for friendship plus more.
I met a physician online. Her profile said that she doesn’t drink or smoke. As we got to know each other, she shared that she had COPD, a pulmonary disease caused by smoking. I had seen her drink seven up with vodka. Later on, I also found out that she was a married dentist, not a physician. Her wife moved out within 2 years of their relationship, but they were not divorced. She told me stories of when she dated straight women when they were already married. She claimed that she was the pleaser, but has never been pleased. I guess when you have the money, you can afford to play around. I felt a bit sad that she had to lie on her profile to get someone’s attention. She was a wealthy, but very lonely woman.
For our first date, she asked me to come over to her house. She had a beautiful home. We often met there because she was wheelchair bound. According to her, she couldn’t work due to her poor health. I learned that she had a bad fall and was in a coma for over a year. Because of her fear of falling again, she chose to stay in a wheelchair. I wanted to take her out for dinner instead of always meeting at her place. Finally, she trusted me to drive her out.
We were planning a Halloween pool party at her house, so I took her to the pumpkin patch in Half Moon Bay. She was so excited to see so many pumpkins that she had to call her twin sister. Like a kid at a candy store, she told her that she saw millions and millions of pumpkins. I was also excited. I was planning to invite my friends to her house for the party. When she bought Halloween decorations, she couldn’t wait to show them to me. We decorated her house together.
Four days before the party, she called me to say that she wasn’t feeling well and told me not to come over. She made an appointment to see the doctor in the morning. That night, her wife came over and brought her something to eat. The next day, her niece, who lived with her, called me and told me that my date fell while transporting her to her doctor’s appointment. She went into a coma again. I asked which hospital she was at so I could visit her. I wanted to make her a playlist of songs that she likes, so I can upload them to her phone for her to listen to. Hopefully, it wakes her up.
The second time I visited her, her wife stopped me at the doorway and told me that I can’t see her because I was not family. I told her that she wasn’t family either since she moved away and left her alone. She also had the audacity to bring her new girlfriend to the hospital. In spite of this confrontation, I entered to say my last goodbye. I didn’t care what her wife said.
After my visit, her twin sister called me. I thought she was concerned with her twin sister’s health. However, she was just worried about the money that she stored with her sister. She didn’t want to deal with her sister’s wife to retrieve her money. I was disappointed to see that her own sister was more concerned about money than her own flesh and blood.
A few days later, her niece told me that the wife and one of her aunts decided to pull the plug. I happen to have her wife’s phone number, so I texted to ask where they were going to bury her. She said they have not decided yet, but will let me know. I never heard back from her.
My date once told me that she should get a divorce and write a will. It was too late. Her family was very well off, but they were interested in her money and properties. With all the money in the world, they were still separated by greed. Her wife, whom she separated from, took everything. I believe the wife was a black widow who goes for wealthy lesbian women with health issues. Hopefully, karma bites her ass. Sad ending, but I know I gave her the best days of her life. I miss you, love.
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Blood Tainted Chapter 1
When Gabriel stumbles upon a hidden section about the Butterfly Miraculous within the Miraculous Grimoire, he learns of a way to infuse his Akuma with the powers what he believes to be myths and legends. Little does he know that those myths and legends are true, and with such power comes with sacrifice. Those imbued with the power of these magically enhanced Akumas, also suffer from the weaknesses the creatures possess.
With a blatant disregard of the risks that such a power holds, he performs the ritual by sacrificing some of his own blood to feed the Akuma.
His next villain will possess the power of the Vampire, hunger and all.
Little did Gabriel know that not all magic can be fixed with a Miraculous Cure... and that eventually his actions will have serious and permanent consequences.
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Ignores the events of S3 finale and beyond except that Master Fu does pass the box onto Ladybug.
AO3 Link || Chapter 1 (HERE) || Chapter 2 (Unwritten) || Chapter 3 (Unwritten)
Despite Halloween not being a major holiday in France, Ladybug noticed a certain trend among the recent villains she and Chat Noir faced off against since the start of October. Inspiration taken from those classic fantasy monsters and things of legend. A werewolf last week, a demon a few days later, and a dragon just a few days ago. A significant deviation from the normal super powered humans that most of Akuma victims fall under. Unfortunately, Ladybug couldn’t tell if this was a blessing or a curse in disguise as she dodged another attack from an innocent civilian. She wasn’t quite sure what prompted today’s Akuma victim to fall prey to Hawk Moth’s corrupted butterflies… what she did know is that mass mind control was one of the Akuma’s powers. “Why did it have to be mind control.” Ladybug grumbled as she jumped out of the way of another civilian.
“Purr-hapse it’s because no one wanted to listen to them?” Chat Noir offered, using his baton to sweep the civilians away from them. He hated fighting against villains who could use mind control, knowing that most times he would fall prey to their powers. He had absolute faith in Ladybug to break him free of the villain’s control or if she was unable to then the Miraculous Cure would fix him right up. Unfortunately, there is no aid for the disgusting feeling that came after being mind controlled. The feeling of being invaded, a loss of control, the guilt of being turned against those who you swore to protect. Chat Noir shook his head, he needed to stay extra focused. He had to pay extra attention to Ladybug, to ensure that she never fell under the Akuma’s influence. If she were to go down… he didn’t want to think about the consequences. “I want to know where he found so many victims at this hour! I thought people were supposed to be eating dinner right now. Like we should be.” He mumbled the last part, knowing that their dinner was currently growing cold back at their shared apartment. “Eight years of this and Hawk Ass still doesn’t respect dinner time.”
“Relax kitty cat, we can stop by our spot after this. I’m sure that Darel will make a feast for us in exchange for a couple of stories. To answer your other question, the Akuma probably started building their army at the grocery store. There are always people there.” Ladybug spun her yo-yo around to create a shield as she glanced around the battlefield. Things were looking bad as more and more civilians appear with each passing moment. It was becoming painfully clear how the Akuma tried to defeat them… swarm them with civilians. “Any clue on how the Akuma gets them under their influence?” She jumped away from another attack, just to find herself stumble into Chat Noir’s back. Ladybug swung her head around looking for any spot to give them any sort of leverage. “Kwamis. We need a plan. There are too many of them and we can’t hurt them.” This was yet another reason why she hated Akumas with mind control. Civilians get dragged into the fight with no magical protection and she knew that she had to hold her strength back to avoid hurting them. Making an already difficult fight that much harder.
“No idea bugaboo. The only idea I have right now is to throw our paws into the air and see where that takes us.” Chat Noir glanced at the feathered wings on his back and the insect wings on her’s. This was one of those rare times where they needed to retreat and get their bearings. The situation was growing worse by the second and they had no idea where the Akumatized villain was, let alone where the Akuma was hiding.
“Got it.” Ladybug nodded her head as she tensed up her shoulder muscles ready to fly away on her partner’s signal. They only had one shot of getting a clean getaway, the surprise of their wings being functional only worked once a fight after all. While she knew that her yo-yo is technically a faster escape on a moment’s notice, it was also vulnerable to getting intercepted by the enemy.
“Leaving so soon? What a shame, especially after my thralls worked so hard to make you feel welcomed.” A new voice spoke up drawing the attention of the two surrounded heroes. The mind-controlled civilians moved to create a pathway for the Akuma to walk towards the two heroes. He was dressed in a black suit, with a blood red trench coat. His fingernails were painted black and sharpened to a point. His canine teeth and ears sharpened to a point, though the most striking change was his eyes. They were pure red, a stark contrast to the otherwise pale face. A smirk was on his face looking at the two heroes. “My name is Vladheart. Now, would you be so kind to come over here and hand over your Miraculous? I’m quite famished and you two smell… delightful.”
“Using defenseless civilians to tire us out is a low-“ Ladybug snapped back, locking eyes with Vladheart. The moment she did, she felt like someone was reaching out to her mind, searching for a way in. Her skin crawled at the feeling and a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. With no experience protecting herself against mental attacks, Ladybug had little defense against Vladheart’s powers. She found it harder to concentrate on things that weren’t Vladheart. Her raging thoughts were starting to slow down as the world started to disappear around her. A haze formed over her mind as the only feelings she had was this overwhelming need to serve Vladheart. Sometime during this, she stopped spinning her yo-yo as the weapon fell to the ground with a quiet thunk. Her eyes glazed over as she stood there awaiting her master’s next order.
“Come over here Ladybug.” Vladheart beckoned her to his side with two fingers, the smirk on his face never wavering. He could feel his powers reaching out to her mind and cementing his control over the spotted heroine. Once he had her Miraculous in hand, getting Chat Noir’s ring should be trivial. After all, everyone knew that Chat Noir would do anything to protect his partner. Which meant that he should be completely defenseless against her attacking him… especially if she was in civilian form. “Hawk Moth wants your Miraculous and I want a snack.”
“Yes Master Vladheart.” Ladybug replied in a monotone voice letting go of her yo-yo string and taking a step towards Vladheart.
“Ladybug??” Chat Noir cried out in surprise as he felt her leave his side, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he needed to snap Ladybug out of whatever spell Vladheart had her under. He knew that he couldn’t cast the Miraculous Cure to dispel the magic controlling everyone’s minds, only she could. His eyes narrowed, getting his partner back to her senses was of utmost importance. Though he was already thinking of a backup plan if he couldn’t snap her out of it. Scarabella was one Voyage away, and while he would hate to ruin her vacation, the future of Paris was at stake. A small chuckle escaped his lips at the pun.
Shaking his head, he knew that this was not the time to get distracted. He knew from personal experience that the longer he was under an Akuma’s spell, the harder it was for him to break free. Using a combination of his baton and wings to push away the latest round of civilians trying to pin him down. He spun around and ran after Ladybug, as soon as she was within reach he tightly grabbed onto her shoulder, stopping her from walking any closer to Vladheart. He had to use more force than he usually did to keep her from moving, to the point he knew his claws were digging into her shoulder. He felt bad being so aggressive with Ladybug, but this was no time for games, he had to use any trick he remembered to snap her out of this. Placing the baton back on his back, he used his other hand to force Ladybug to turn around and face him. “Come on LB, you are stronger than him. Snap out of this.” He told her, digging his claws ever so deeper into her shoulders. “I’m sorry if this is hurting you, but I need you to wake up.” His eyes focused on her glazed over ones, mainly to avoid falling under the same spell controlling his partner.
“You are delaying the inevitable Chat Noir. She’s my thrall now, isn’t that right Ladybug? Come over here and give me your Miraculous.” Vladheart licked his lips in anticipation, his fangs fully extended and on display for both heroes to see. “When Hawk Moth offered me the power to show people Vampires are real, I wasn’t expecting to get the full package. Bloodlust is a worthwhile trade if it means I get to show those who mocked me the truth.”
Ladybug knew that she needed to obey her master’s orders without a second thought. Though a firm grip on her shoulder was making it difficult to carry out her master’s latest order. A building pain in her shoulders kept on distracting her from her task to hand over her Miraculous to her Master. Her instincts were yelling at her to get away from the source of pain. Eyes narrowed in irritation as she looked to who was not only stopping her from going to Vladheart’s side but also causing her so much pain. Seeing those neon green eyes lifted a bit of the fog from her mind. She could partially understand what this cute blond-haired cat man was saying. ‘Snap out of this’. The pain grew in her shoulders as it was becoming harder to focus on her master’s command and not on the source of this pain. ‘Wake up.’ The boy said again, his words a welcome distraction from the pain. She blinked a few times trying to understand the meaning behind what he was saying. What the cat boy was saying, the words Chat Noir coming to the forefront of her mind.
Chat Noir was that his name? A wave of pain shot through her head.
Chat Noir, no that definitely is his name. The fog clouding her mind continued to fade away.
Chat Noir, her partner! A stronger wave of pain shot through her head, though she would not falter.
Focusing on his face, Ladybug fought back the last slivers of fog covering her mind as she started to come back to her senses. She shook her head out of reflex, she could already feel a massive migraine forming. “Kitty?” Confusion was evident in her voice as she gently held the side of her head. “What happened?”
“That should be impossible! She should be mine! No one could call me a delusional if I had Paris’ shining heroine under my complete control!” Vladheart screeched in anger. “Bring them both to me my thralls! I will personally ensure to make them both mine!” The horde of mind-controlled civilians doubled their efforts to restrain the heroic duo. “I. Will. Prove. Them. All. Wrong!”
“Good to see you back.” A snicker came from Chat Noir’s lips as he snatched up her yo-yo from the ground. Using his wings he pushed a few civilians away from them and placed Ladybug’s yo-yo into her hands, before picking her up bridal style. “The only person I’m loyal to is milady right here.” He shot a wink at Ladybug, knowing making eye contact with Vladheard was dangerous. He bent his knees before jumping into the air using his wings to fly them away from the Akuma and his thrall below. His focus was to get them to safety and make sure Ladybug was alright.
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He could only keep them airborne for a few minutes and he could feel himself grow tired, he glanced around for a secluded rooftop to land on. Once he found one he slowly lowered them to the rooftop and gently helped Ladybug stand up. “How are you feeling Buginette?” He tucked his wings behind his back to give her more space if she wanted it.
“Ugh. I don’t know how to describe how I’m feeling.” Ladybug mumbled; her fingers wrapped tightly around her yo-yo not looking at him yet. “I feel dirty, like I need ten showers and even then, I’m not sure if I’ll feel clean.” She continued, deciding to focus on the distant skyline rather than her partner’s face. This was one of the first times she’s fallen under an Akuma’s control, so the entire experience was new to her. Well… minus the aching shoulder, which she wasn’t sure where that came from. She didn’t remember landing badly tonight, maybe it happened while she was under Vladheart’s control. “Oh, and my shoulders aching.”
Chat Noir placed his hands on Ladybug’s shoulders and gently squeezed them in an attempt to comfort Ladybug. “I know what you mean, you feel violated. Dirty that someone was able to get inside your head and make you do things you didn’t want to.” He spoke with experience, his gaze focused solely on her; he knows exactly what she is describing. The moments after waking up from whatever twisted world the Akuma villain put him in. Reality comes crashing in with fear and guilt right behind. His mind conjuring the worse possible outcomes to fill the blank in his memories, Ladybug’s reassurance after the fight helped quite his worst fears. “It will pass with time. The only good news is you didn’t get very far, and I haven’t seen anyone recording the fight.” He knew that Ladybug was Paris’ shining star, and if people learned that she fell under the Akuma’s spell… well, he didn’t want to think about how much faith Paris would lose in her. He was already known to be the one prone to getting enslaved by Akumas, so he didn’t care if the news got another clip of him being controlled. He would do anything to make sure Ladybug stayed safe, he had full faith that she would save him after all. “Ah, the shoulders were my doing…. Sorry. I thought that pain might help you wake up from whatever he did to you. Anything else?”
“Confused mainly… I remember telling him off for using such cowardly tactics and then nothing.” Hearing that Chat Noir was the source of her aching shoulders, Ladybug’s lips formed a little o. “Don’t apologize, the pain did help snap me out of it.” Ladybug reassured him, looking up to her partner in concern in her eyes and a reassuring smile on her lips. She knew that getting injured during Akuma fights was part of the superhero package. She raised an eyebrow when he mentioned that she didn’t get very far. “What did I do?” Unease filled her body as she gripped her yo-yo tighter, at least she still had her Miraculous which brought some comfort.
Chat Noir glanced back to where they came from, it seemed like no one was following them. “Not much, you tried to walk over to Vladheart’s side and hand over your Miraculous. Though I stopped you before got too close to him.” He explained, seeing a rooftop entrance they could hide behind and rest. He gestured to her to follow him as he walked to the backside of the entrance and sat down, hidden from the view of others. Ladybug followed right behind him, taking a seat next to him. “You did call Vladheart master though. Seems like we have a vampire situation.”
“Vampires? Great… at least they fit in with the theme of most of the other Akumas we’ve fought this month.” Ladybug groaned, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “Can we go back to fighting Akumas like Mr. Pigeon again? I know how to deal with those kinds of Akuma without having to do outside research.”
“While I purr-sonally wouldn’t mind going back to the easier fights, un-fur-tonately we need to defeat Sir Bites-a-lot first. The last thing we need is for the entirety of Paris to have a snack paw-blom and the blood bank goes empty. It would be claw-ful if we risked our necks like usual just to find everyone wants to take a bite out of them instead.” Chat Noir smiled at her; he could see the tension in her frame hopefully his jokes could get her to loosen up a bit. He scooted closer to her and extended one of his wings, wrapping the golden and red feathers around her shoulder blade. This was one of the times he wished his wings were larger so he could wrap her up in the soft feathers.
A quiet groan came from Ladybug’s lips as she listened to his consistent stream of puns. His puns were so bad, but she couldn’t keep the small smile from coming onto her lips. “Put a stake in it. The vampire puns were sooo bad kitty.” She knew that despite verbally denying her appreciation of his puns. Listening to him joke around and throw puns helped her calm down and keep a level head during tense moments. Feeling his feathers brush against her suit didn’t hurt either.
Hearing Ladybug pun caused Chat Noir to sit up straighter, careful not to hit her with his wing in excitement as his ears and twin tails perking up in response. “Milady you punned!” Pure joy radiated from him as the biggest grin came onto his lips.
Realizing what she did, Ladybug covered her face in embarrassment. “It was an accident!” This was why she never replied to his jokes with puns. She knew that the moment that he learned that she enjoyed his puns that she would hear no end to it. “This doesn’t mean you can double the puns at home kitty!”
Chat Noir’s grin grew in intensity as he watched Ladybug’s reaction, a giggle escaped his lips moments later. “I knew it was only a matter of time be-fur you joined me in the joys of puns!” He gently poked her in the side to try and get her to lower her hands.
The poking worked as Ladybug took her right and playfully swatted the offended claws away from her side. “Chat!” She giggled as she attempted to keep away from his pokes, though her feeble attempts only spurred him to increase the intensity of his attacks. “Chat! Chat! Chat! Stop it!” She now needed both hands to keep his poking fingers away from her vulnerable side. Unfortunately for her, he was faster at poking her side then she was to swat his hands away. Her giggles grew in volume with each successful hit he got in. “Okay, okay, okay! I admit defeat! I did pun now stop it!”
With a smug look on his face relishing his small victory, Chat Noir pulled his hands back. He tilted his head to the side with concern on his face. “Feline better milady?” He knew that the best way to deal with the uncomfortable feelings of being mind-controlled was to spend some time with Ladybug either inside or outside the costume. It was his way to remind himself what normal feels like. It helped him separate his feelings that were the result of the Akuma’s influence and his personal feelings.
Ladybug nodded her head in agreement. She still felt disgusting and in need of several long showers after this fight, though not nearly as intense as when he snapped her out of it. “I am, thanks kitty.” Though that made her wonder, was this the same tactic he used to cope with the feelings of being under an Akuma’s control? She could recall all the times he insisted on a dual ‘patrol’ after those types of attacks before they found out who was behind the masks. Though when they were together for patrols it was less ‘patrolling for danger’ and more ‘playing tag across the rooftops and hanging out like normal teenagers’. “Is this why you always want to do a dual patrol after those types of attacks before the reveal?”
“Yeah… It helped me remember what were my feelings versus what the Akuma made me feel.” Chat Noir explained, looking Ladybug in the eyes a soft smile on his lips. “It meant a lot to me that you were willing to drop whatever civilian plans you had those nights to help me sort out my thoughts.” He placed his hand on the rooftop, recalling the days where it was difficult to contact her if there was no danger.
“We are partners now and forever regardless of the masks and magic. Don’t you ever forget that Chat Noir. Like you told me before, it’s you and me against the world.” Ladybug noticed Chat Noir’s hand on the rooftop, and she placed her own on top of his. Slowly working her fingers to fit in between his. “If you ever need me, I’ll come running at a moment’s notice. Even if I must move heaven and hell to do so.”
Hearing a reminder of how much Ladybug cared for him brought with it a renewed sense of energy. The exhaustion from flying them to this rooftop is now gone. He wrapped his fingers as best as he could around hers. “Always.” Chat Noir nodded his head in agreement, speaking of them against the world… they still had a very dangerous Akuma on the loose. “We need a plan to deal with Vladheart and not fall prey to his mind control. Any ideas?”
There was the million-dollar question, how to take down an Akuma they couldn’t focus on. “It was his eyes, once I looked into them, I was a gonner. Though…” Ladybug trailed off, her eyebrows narrowed in thought. She knew that snapping out of Vladheart’s influence was easier once she recognized Chat Noir was holding onto her. “You made coming back to my senses so much easier. Being able to focus on you, on our bond helped me fight through his control.” She fiddled with the ribbon in her hair, trying to find a way to keep Chat Noir close by her side mid fight.
“So, if we stick close together, we might be able to snap each other out of his control if we mess up and make eye contact?” Chat Noir took his free hand and placed it to his chin in thought. “I could see that working, but the only time we fight back-to-back is whenever we are pinned and on our back feet.” He pointed out a hard frown on his face. “I don’t think that is a good way to start a fight.”
“Right.” Ladybug nodded her head in agreement, he made a good point. Her fighting style was so different from his, so if they needed to stick together one of them would be at a serious disadvantage. She suffered from being too close to the enemy, he suffered from being too far away from the enemy. If only there was a way for them to be close to one another without impacting their ability to fight… She continued to fiddle with her hair ribbons for a few moments trying to find a solution. Her eyes widened as an idea came to the forefront of her mind, this was by far her dumbest plan that didn’t involve a Lucky Charm. However, this was the only plan that she had now. “This might be a stretch and blow up in our faces, but I think I have an idea. Take one of your belts off.” She instructed him, wiggling her hand free of his grasp and using both hands to get the ribbon out of her hair, mindful of his wing still wrapped around her shoulder.
“Alright?” Confusion was evident on Chat Noir’s face as he glanced down to his stomach and started to fiddle with his belt tails. He retracted his wing to give them both more space to fiddle with their costumes. After fighting with Ladybug for eight years, he normally felt like he had a good idea of what Ladybug was planning before she explained it. This time she had him stumped, it was rare but not unheard of that she needed one of his belts as part of her plan. Once he got the first tail off, he placed it on the rooftop and turned his attention to the remaining belt. He fiddled around with the positioning for a few moments before finding a way to have it rest naturally around his waist. “In the mood to see a blast from the past?” He chuckled, picking up the discarded belt and offered it to Ladybug. It felt weird to only have one tail now, but he knew he would get over it in a few minutes. “So, what’s the plan?”
“Well… we’ve worn our current costumes for about a year now kitty. So, everything feels normal, right? Which means we should be more aware of any changes to what we are wearing? Let me see your right hand and spread your fingers apart.” Ladybug explained with a single red and green ribbon in her hand. Chat Noir complied without question offering his right hand to her. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his Miraculous. “I can’t speak for you, but I know I’m hyper aware of anything that’s near my ears and to a lesser degree my neck. So… if we wear something that comes from the other’s suit near our Miraculous it might help us stay grounded.” She explained wrapping the ribbon around his finger, tying it in place with a neat little bow right above where his Miraculous sat.
Chat Noir hummed in thought, until Ladybug mentioned it, he never thought about which hand he gave to others. For his friends and those he trusted, he would give them his right hand but to everyone else he would give them his left hand. “I see where you are coming from. I can’t remember the last time I’ve given a stranger my right hand…” He flexed his fingers to ensure that the ribbon stayed in place. “Alright scoot over here LB, let me know if this is too tight.” Ladybug scooted over to Chat Noir with her back turned to him to give him easier access to her head. Despite the rough looking texture, he knew that the belt had the right level of flexibility. Placing the center of the belt around her forehead he ran it behind her ears and tied it at the bottom of her head. He shut his eyes focusing on the image of bobby pins, his fingers wrapped around the section that he wore around his waist. “Fabrication.” He whispered and felt the material shift in his hand. Opening his eyes, he saw that he had a small pile of bobby pins in his hand and the useless section of tail was gone. He carefully pinned the belt into Ladybug’s hair ensuring that he didn’t accidentally poke her with his claws. “Okay that should stay.”
Ladybug swung her head around to see how well Chat Noir’s handywork stayed in place. Satisfied that the improvised headband was going nowhere she stood up. “I want to try this from a safe distance away from Vladheart, so we have time to retreat if it doesn’t work. I’m just worried about time. The longer we let him build his army, the harder getting his Akuma will be.”
“I think this is one of those times we have to take a blind leap of faith and trust in our bond as partners.” Chat Noir reassured her, pushing himself up into a standing position and offering his hand out to her.
Taking the offered hand, Ladybug pulled herself up, her eyes falling upon her partner’s face for a moment before she nodded in agreement. “Right. Believe in ourselves and believe in each other.” Her gaze shifted to the Parisian skyline knowing that it was time to take down the vampire once and for all. “Know anything about vampires that might help us out?”
Chat Noir shook his head sadly,“ not much, just what is written in fiction. Never occurred to me to ask your mother about the magical world during our training sessions. Stake through the heart to kill them, can’t be in sunlight, can only feed on blood, and we know our friend can control others through direct eye contact.”
“I can’t blame you kitten; I didn’t think to ask her either. In hindsight I should have after the dragon Akuma showed up. After three back-to-back magical inspired Akumas screams ‘Hawkass is following a pattern’.” She sighed; things were easier when she was under the impression that the only magic in the world was Miraculous. “Do you think that Hawk Moth found out about the Magical Dimension and that’s why he’s focusing on sending Akuma inspired by magical creatures?”
“I don’t know Bug. I don’t want to think about what he would do if he knew about the Magical Dimension. So, I’m going to pretend that this is the result of being October and that means tourists and exchange students have monsters and magic on their minds. Well… until proven otherwise.” He only knew a little bit about the Magical Dimension, mainly from the stories that Sabine told him during training or from the few times Sabine took them over there. Those trips were mainly to gather reagents or to meet people the former Black Cat holder deemed important to his or Ladybug’s future. He wanted to learn more about this other world but knew that he would have to wait until Hawk Moth was defeated. Time moves differently between the two worlds, and it was too risky to be over there while Hawk Moth could strike at moment’s notice.
“Good idea, I’m stealing it.” Ladybug knew that the idea of Hawk Moth knowing of the Magical Dimension was a serious threat. However, that was a problem for future Ladybug. Present Ladybug needed to focus on defeating Vladheart, capturing the Akuma, not hurting any of the enthralled civilians, making sure she didn’t get enthralled again, AND somehow avoid getting bitten. “For Kwamis sake, I need a vacation after this.” Ladybug grumbled rolling her shoulders and spreading her ladybug wings. “Ready to go kitty?”
“Always.”
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I'll Drink From Dusk Til Dawn
A Celtic Halloween ghost story. Can Death stop Johnny from grabbing a drink after a hard day at work?
It’s Pub Songs & Stories #259.
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0:10 - “Black Velvet Band lyrics” by Marc Gunn from The Bridge
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4:02 - WHAT’S NEW?
Music? You may ask. But where’s the story?
I’m trying another change to the podcast. So I’m gonna share a few tracks in this episode, along with a story about my original song “I’ll Drink from Dusk Til Dawn”, a ghost story, no less, just in time for Halloween.
I’m revving for the end of the year. I launched the Celtic Christmas Podcast last week. And yes, I know we haven’t gotten through Halloween yet. But when you’re a DJ, you have to plan way early.
Speaking of Halloween, if you haven’t listened to “Lament for a Halloween Rabbit”, go check it out. I released that episode last year. You can hear my Bugs Bunny Halloween song in that episode.
And make sure you pick up my Celtic Halloween EP. It’s one of the bonuses you get when you are a member of my Gunn Runners Club on Patreon.
6:36 - “High Jeannie High” by Marc Gunn from Happy Songs of Death
8:41 - RECYCLING TIP
I learned something interesting about recycling recently. I wanted to share. I think most of us know we should recycle. But there are a LOT of hiccups in learning how.
In Birmingham, AL, we could only recycle glass by taking it to a glass recycle dumpster. But in Atlanta, we have a lot more options. So I’m gonna share two quick and easy tips.
First, don’t put plastic bags into the recycle bin. Plastic bags are too thin and they will tangle up in the machinery. That means, they have to shut down the equipment to get the plastic bag out.
You can take all types of thin plastic to the recycle bins at grocery stores. It says plastic bags. And we think about grocery bags. But it includes all thin plastic.
Second, it also includes trash bags. Those should not be dumped into the recycle bin.
I used to bag all of my recycle material into a plastic trash bag and dumb that into the recycle bin. Turns out when you do that, the collectors frequently throw those bags into the regular trash because the trash bag also will get caught in the machinery.
So instead, dump the recycle loosely into your blue bins. It seems weird. But it’s more likely to get recycled.
I hope this helps you as much as it has helped me.
10:51 - UPCOMING SHOWS
NOV 4-6: Conjuration, Atlanta, GA
NOV 19: Three Taverns Brewery, Decatur, GA @ 12:00-1:30 PM
NOV 19: Ironshield Brewing, Lawrenceville, GA @ 7:00-10:00 PM
11:56 - “La La La Geek” by Marc Gunn from Sci Fi Drinking Songs
14:08 - STORY OF I’LL DRINK FROM DUSK TIL DAWN
I wrote “I’ll Drink From Dusk Til Dawn” around 2001, I think. I don’t exactly remember when. But I do remember quite a bit about this Irish ghost story.
The original title of the song was “Johnny at the Door”. I first recorded it with the Brobdingnagian Bards for our album Songs of Ireland. It was one of the few original songs.
[insert snippet of bards version]
This is one of those songs I was super proud of. I wanted to write a traditional-style ghost story and I succeeded tremendously. I had so many people ask us back then where I “found” the song because they thought it was a traditional Irish song. That was a big part of my goal in writing it. I wanted a song that was indistinguishable from traditional Irish songs. So on that front I succeeded.
I also succeeded because of the name–”Johnny at the Door”. It’s a good ghost story name. It evoked wonderful imagery. It’s the story of a man who goes to work just longing for the end of the day and a good pint of beer with his friends. He dies on the journey. And his ghost finishes his quest to have a good pint of beer.
But yes, I changed the name. That was because of MP3.com.
We were doing quite well on MP3.com. I was learning a lot about naming things in search during that time. It was the start of my study of SEO (search engine optimization) which was super important in the aughts.
But this was less SEO and more naming. If you know the song, “Johnny at the Door” sounds cool and kind of creepy. But it doesn’t really get much attention until you hear that chorus.
You see, this was one of my more successful attempts to write a drinking song. But again “Johnny at the Door” doesn’t really say anything about it being a drinking song. Not until you hear it.
I was convinced that if I renamed the song, that it would be more popular on MP3.com. And I was right.
I changed the name and the song shot up on the Celtic music charts. It wasn’t super stellar. But it was good enough that when I decided to re-record it in 2009 for my CD, Happy Songs of Death, that I should use the new name instead of the one that Bards had used on Songs of Ireland.
This recording was produced by Ari Koinuma. He was the Japanese American producer I hired to also produce Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers. Aside from the autoharp, he played all of the instruments on the album.
I think he sang on track as well. But most of the background vocals were me singing in different voices, something I was learning to do on Going for Brogue.
Ari told me later that this was his favorite song on the album. He had fun producing it and building the intensity.
19:19 - “I’ll Drink From Dusk Til Dawn” by Marc Gunn from Happy Songs of Death
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This Must Be The Place - Talking Heads
“Home is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there”
I awoke to the feeling of Jake curled around my back like a kitten.
These were my favorite mornings, the slight chill of the autumn air being held at bay by the absolute love of my life. Sharing warmth and skin in our own little bubble, undisturbed by the outside world.
We’ve been together long enough that our circadian rhythms were in sync. When one of us begins to stir, the other is sure to follow.
I felt Jake nuzzle in closer behind me, wrapping his arm tighter around my middle.
“Call out today, Red” he mumbled out in a gravely voice, thick with sleep.
I let out a small chuckle, as I turned in his arms to look into his eyes.
“We have this conversation every morning, Jacob.”
He plants a sleepy kiss to my waiting lips
“But, I really mean it this time. Let’s go on an adventure.”
I thought about it for a second. I rarely call out, even if I am actually sick. And with his job, Jake and I hardly get to spend time together during daylight hours.
“Well, if you really mean it, how could I say no?” I pressed a featherlight kiss to his forehead, before lightly shoving his shoulder,
“You’re on coffee duty, though.”
Huffing out a long, dramatic sigh, he got up and shuffled into the kitchen.
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We walked hand-in-hand down the damp cobblestone streets, the sounds of the harbor serving as background noise for our contented silence.
When Jake promised me an adventure this morning, I didn’t think he meant “window shopping for the bar.”
I was more than happy to tag alongthough. Few things made me happier than watching him get excited about his work.
I loved seeing his eyes light up every time we stumbled upon something that he felt would make the bar he owned and managed with his brothers just slightly more welcoming.
I was completely transfixed by him, as we stood outside of a shop that sold vintage cookware. He was in a quiet conversation with himself, debating the merits of switching to an all cast iron set up for the kitchen.
I couldn’t help but stare. The way the light hit his hair, almost giving it a copper tint. The way he rubbed his free hand against his mouth, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He truly was beautiful and I still don’t know how I got so lucky to stumble across him.
I felt him lightly squeeze my hand, tearing me out of my thoughts.
“Ya hear me, honey?”
A faint blush painted my cheeks, as I shook my head ‘no.’
“I said that I think we should head over there” he nodded his head toward an occult shop across the street.
He’d always been the (far more) spiritual counterpart to my skeptical self.
“For what, Jacob?”
“Been thinking about getting some authentic spooky shit for The Bar for Halloween”
I let out a laugh,
“Let’s just stop at Target. I’m sure they have something sufficiently spooky.”
“That’s not very adventurous of you.”
I rolled my eyes and gave him a mock salute
“Aye Aye, Captain, lead the way.”
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The bell on the door chimed as we entered the shop. We were immediately greeted by the smell of freshly lit incense.
“Welcome to Garden’s Gate!”
The woman behind the counter greeted us warmly, gesturing at the floor to ceiling shelves that lined the walls around the store.
“Take a look around, and holler if you have questions. I think you’ll find that we have something here for everyone.”
She said the last part to me directly.
Good Lord, does she have some type of Skeptic Detector?
We thanked her, and went our separate ways to explore.
Jake made his way deeper into the store, while I stuck close to the front.
The section I was perusing was, lovingly, I think, dubbed the “Baby Witch” area.
The shelves were filled with books on all topics of occultism, journals, pre-bundled herbs, and basic “supplies.”
However, I found myself gravitating toward the small table of crystals that were set out.
My hands flitted across several before settling on a small, pink tumbled stone that seemed almost out of place amongst the larger, raw stones that sat beside it.
I picked it up, rubbing my fingers along the smooth edges, getting lost in the feel of it in my hand.
“Rose quartz,” I startled at Jake’s voice.
Where did he come from?
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing a quick kiss to the top of my head before continuing
“A very romantic stone. Associated with the planet Venus and by extension Libra and Taurus. Thinking about me, are you?”
I rolled my eyes, setting the rose quartz back down. “Maybe I just thought it was pretty, Jacob.”
“Nah, I think it was fate, Red.”
I turned to face him, noticing that he had set a small basket filled with “authentically spooky” items on the ground beside us.
“Ready to head out?” I asked, nodding my head to the basket.
“Mhm”
He laced his fingers with mine before leading me to the front counter.
Jake made small-talk with the woman behind the counter as she rang him up and bagged his items.
She looked into my eyes, as she handed Jake his bag and receipt,
“Y’know. I don’t typically do this, but I’d love to give you a reading, free of charge.”
“Oh, I don’t know. That sounds like it’s more his thing…” I smiled awkwardly
“That may be true, but the universe doesn’t have any messages for him right now.”
I shifted back and forth on my feet, thinking for a moment.
What’s the harm? I don’t believe in this crap anyway.
“Okay, I guess”
“Perfect! Follow me.” She walked out from behind the counter, flipping the Open sign to Closed, then led us to the back of the store, opening an unassuming door and practically shoving us inside.
At the center of the dimly lit room, there was a table set up with chairs on either side of it.
In the middle of the burgundy crushed velvet tablecloth sat a deck of tarot cards and a half-burned white taper candle.
“I truly don’t normally do this. I prefer to schedule readings in advance to avoid having to shut the store down in the middle of the day,”
The shopkeeper let out a laugh and invited us to have a seat while she busied herself with lighting the candle and shuffling the cards,
“However, the second you walked in the store, I knew I had to do a reading for you.”
“That’s… interesting”
She stopped shuffling and asked me to cut the deck into 3 separate stacks, then began shuffling the stacks into each other again.
Why am I so nervous?
I glanced toward Jake, and he squeezed my hand reassuringly.
She finally set the deck down.
“Before I get started, I want you to take a few deep breaths and try to clear your mind. Picture yourself breathing in positivity, and exhaling negativity. Let me know when you’re ready.”
I huffed out a small laugh, but closed my eyes and did as she requested.
On each inhale I thought of everything I had to be thankful for, and on each exhale I sent out all my doubts, worries, and insecurities.
“I think I’m ready.” I opened my eyes to find her already staring back at me.
“Great! I’ll explain as I go, but I do feel called to do a Past/Present/Future spread for you. So, the first card I pull will represent your past; what you’ve overcome and what you’ve grown from. The second card I pull will represent your present; where you are currently at, areas that may still need work. The third card I pull will represent your future; where you will be, and what you have to look forward to.”
I nodded along with her, as she placed her right hand on the deck and took a deep breath.
I instinctively leaned forward in my chair as she flipped three cards over in rapid succession.
She studied them for a moment before glancing quickly between Jake and me, smiling
“Your interest in the Rose Quartz makes sense, now”
I raised an eyebrow, looking down at the cards before me.
“This one right here, your Past, is the Two of Swords,” she pointed to each sword, then the blindfolded woman between them
“She is…well- was, in your case, at an impasse. Stuck between two choices; your heart and your head. You wanted nothing more than to be loved, and to share your love freely in return. But the logical side of you wouldn’t allow that. You can correct me if I’m wrong, but I feel like your hesitation was related to a much larger issue. Possibly your family or your career?”
I found myself nodding along, despite my better judgment. I didn’t want to give her too much information to work with.
“This leads us into your Present, the Two of Cups. The man and woman here are fairly self explanatory. It’s obvious what choice you made in your past,, I want to focus on this back here,”
She points at the symbol between the man and woman, each holding a cup, on the card.
I’ve seen this before. It’s used in the medical field.
“This symbol is a Caduceus. It’s the symbol of Hermes, the messenger of the gods in Greek mythology. Hermes, being a messenger, also ruled over Communication. This card showing up in your present means that you’ve found a good foundation with your partner, and you’re able to clearly communicate your wants and desires with them. Because of this partnership, you’re able to ‘fill each other’s cups.” Neither of you take more than is offered, nor do you expect it. It’s very mutually beneficial.”
I nodded, and caught Jake nodding along this time as well.
“Finally, for your Future, we have The Four of Wands. This is an absolutely beautiful card to see in a reading like this,”
She points, first, to the couple joyfully dancing underneath a wreath.
“They are symbolic of a well deserved period of joy. Instead of the calm before the storm, think about right after the storm, when the birds come back out from their hiding places to greet the sun. Your future will be full of that love and happiness if you continue on the path that you are on now.”
Shethen, pointed to the four wands that held the wreath the couple was dancing beneath.
“These symbolize all the little foundations that you’ve built so far, and the ones you will continue to build. If you continue to nourish them, they will be fruitful,”
She finally points out the Castle in the background.
“And this is the fruit of all the labor you’ll put in. This is your home, where you belong.”
I sat there for a second, my head spinning.
There’s absolutely no way this wasn’t planned. She has to have some special romance deck hidden away, full of fairytale cards, waiting for women like me to come in.
“That’s all I have for you, today. I hope it was helpful, or reassuring at the very least. Now, if you’ll excuse me, the shop won’t run itself.”
She stood, snuffing the candle and opening the door for us.
“I do hope to see you two lovebirds back in here.”
Jake and I stood and began making our way to the exit, thanking the woman as we crossed the threshold.
“Can you believe that? What a load of nonsense.” I looked at Jake as the shop door closed behind us.
“Sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself of that, Honey.” He smiled at me, then dragged me into the alleyway beside the shop.
He pressed my back into the brick wall behind us, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses up my neck.
“What are you doing, Jacob?” It came out breathier than I intended.
“Why don’t I take you home and prove to you just how right she was about us?”
I squirmed against him as he nipped at my jaw.
“By all means.”
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Date Night
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Word Count: 2685
Warnings: fluffy fluff
Summary: Valentine’s Day brings a pleasant surprise when you’re asked to go out on a date by someone other than Lance
A/N: It’s been forever since I posted but with Valentine’s Day coming up I thought I should share this special story of my favorite family. Thank you to my beautiful pizza love @all1e23 for beta reading ❤️
“Daddy?” Lance’s heart began to beat rapidly at the unexpected voice, letting out a sigh of relief as it was only Theo asking for a snack.
“Sure buddy, gimme a second, alright?” Lance responded, smiling back at Theo and Cashew who was practically his shadow.
Theo nodded but didn’t wait at the door, instead he went into the garage where his Dad was looking for something. Lance’s car was not in the driveway leaving Theo a lot of space to run around with his toy, making his superhero action figure narrowly fly over bicycles lined up against the wall, storage shelves and his old play wagon. Cashew playfully followed them both, though his ears perked up and he turned as Lance spoke.
“Perfect,” Lance grinned, putting back the bin that stored the Halloween decorations.
Theo ran back over curiously, wondering what his Dad was doing. With Valentine’s Day almost a week out Lance found the perfect hiding spot for the gift he got you.
“Don’t tell Mommy, okay? It’s a surprise. Pinky promise?” Lance held out his lifted pinky to Theo who locked his with his Dad’s, shaking enthusiastically. “You too Cashew,” he said, warning the dog to stop sniffing around his hiding spot.
Going back inside the house Theo bounced his toy off the wall, making sounds as it flew to the next surface he passed until they reached the kitchen. He placed the figure down on top of the table for a moment so he could pull out the chair, climbing onto it with his knees and left it to the side as he continued coloring his Valentine’s Day card for Ori. Cashew sat patiently on the floor beside him, hoping that food would soon find its way from the table to his mouth.
“Okay Theo, what kind of snack do you want?” Lance asked over his shoulder, standing in front of the refrigerator with his hand on the door ready to open it.
Theo answered casually as he continued to play, “Grilled cheese.”
“Grilled cheese!” Lance let go of the door and turned around completely. “Theo, we’re having dinner soon, we can’t have grilled cheese as a snack. How about something else? Apples and string cheese?”
Theo shook his head. If the cheese wasn’t grilled he wasn’t interested. He didn’t want any of his Dad’s suggestions, yogurt, grapes or even goldfish crackers.
“Help me out here buddy, ummm…” Lance opened the fridge to see what they actually had. His eyes lit up at the container on the middle shelf. “Guacamole?”
Theo bounced in his chair, nodding his head as he repeated, “Guaca-a-molie!”
Lance took out the container and quickly sliced up some carrots, celery and bell peppers for them both to snack on.
“What did you get mommy?” Theo asked, before tossing a carrot to Cashew.
A soft smile spread across Lance’s face as he detailed the necklace he bought you, two tiny gold bars engraved with Ariel and Theo’s initials on a delicate chain. “And this weekend mommy and I are going out on a date.” With the holiday falling in the middle of the week it was easier to arrange for his in-laws to watch the kids on Saturday so Lance could take you out.
“What’s a date?” the curious six year old asked.
Lance is surprised, certain it’s come up before from the times your parents have been gracious enough to come up and watch Ariel and Theodore, sometimes for a night, sometimes for a weekend.
He finishes chewing his food, taking a pause to wipe his mouth and think about how he’s going to answer, “Well for Mommy and I, going on a date is a way we can have special time together to show how much we love each other. So I’m taking Mommy out to dinner.”
Lance could see the wheels in Theo’s head turning, waiting for any more questions he might have. He’s happy to answer them, proud he can show Theo and Ariel what a healthy and loving relationship between two people can be.
“What story do you want to read tonight Pumpkin?” you asked, looking over all of the different choices on Theo’s bookshelf.
Theo was silent but not because he was choosing a book. With a little hesitation he squeaked, “Mommy, is it okay if Daddy reads me a story tonight?”
His eyes were as big and round as Cashew’s when he would beg to go outside despite a hurricane, yet Theo also had worry swirling inside his stare. Your smile eased his fears and you didn’t take it personally.
Lance was standing outside the bathroom in the hallway with his head looking down at his phone. The door was ajar for him to listen in case Ariel needed him. She began taking showers by herself at the start of the year, a big step that neither you or Lance were prepared for since it meant she was growing up. Still at eight years old, “Almost eight and a half!” Ariel’s voice echoed in your head, you wanted to be cautious.
“Theo wants you to read to him tonight,” you said, as Lance lifted his head up. You traded jobs for the night, stealing a kiss before you settled against the wall waiting for Ariel.
The moment Lance walked into Theo’s room he froze, as Theo zoomed past him to shut the door.
“What’s goin’ on buddy?” Lance asked with a bit of parental concern.
Theo smiled, motioning for his Dad to sit on his bed with him. Once there, Theo brought his hand up beside his face as his mouth carried excited whispers into his dad’s ear.
You woke up softly to the gentle touch of Lance’s lips, delicate as the petals of a flower he presses them on your skin; each one causing a bloom of happiness that radiates out from your heart. You smile staring back at him, lifting your hand to caress his cheek as your voice rasps with the remnants of sleep.
“G’morning my love.”
He shifts himself for you to cuddle close, enjoying the early moments of the dawn, before the alarm goes off, before the kids wake up, before Cashew needs to go out, before the world wants to take your attention away from each other.
Your head finds a comfortable spot against him, a tiny smile tugs at your lips when his arm wraps around your body keeping you snug. The arm that isn’t curled under you finds its way onto his chest, your palm presses against it feeling Lance’s firm body beneath his plain white t-shirt.
His hand covered yours against him as Lance murmured, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”
Your head lifted up towards Lance, a smile gracing your face as you repeated the words back to him, your lips connecting for a languid kiss. The weeks have been busy between work and Ariel’s upcoming recital you had nearly forgotten today was Valentine’s Day. And as cheesy and cliché as it sounds you can’t help but feel like every day is a celebration of your love by the way Lance reminds you.
You couldn’t wait until Saturday, to go out on a much needed date with the love of your life and enjoy each other’s company away from the responsibilities of the real world. Your children always came first but it was nice to be able to do something just for yourselves.
With a glance towards the clock you smirk, a flash of desire burns in your eyes as you and Lance race against the clock before Ariel and Theo wake up. At least by now you’ve learned to lock your bedroom door.
After a quick shower your morning is filled with even more love, from the hugs and kisses Ariel and Theo gave you to Cashew’s broad tongue licking at your cheek. A special pink frosted dog treat settled him down as you helped serve the heart shaped pancakes Lance made everyone for breakfast.
Lance was dropping the kids off to school this morning and you made sure their backpacks had the Valentine’s they filled out for their classmates. You had a lot to do before you would be picking them up after school and the time always seems to fly by the busier you are. You had an interview scheduled with Serena Williams, someone you had been looking to speak with for quite some time now so you were very excited.
As you entered your office something caught your eye on the desk. You smiled at the folded construction paper in carnation pink, turning it over to look at the front covered in red hearts and cupid stickers.
Opening it up you couldn’t stop the smile that spread from ear to ear. Red crayon written by an unpolished hand wrote the details:
You are invited to
A DATE
Date: Valentine’s Day... TODAY!!!
Time: dinner time
Place: my house
Love, Theodore
You waited a bit before calling Lance to be sure the kids were dropped off at school. He answered with a cheerful greeting and you teased, “Looks like I have a date tonight.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, I think I heard something about that. Theo’s a very lucky guy.”
“There’s more than enough room in my heart for both of you,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his lips.
Ariel rushed to change into her leotard, not realizing she was going to be running late for dance class. She couldn’t help it, she was on the phone with her friends Cassie and Leo in New York, FaceTiming as they all opened the Valentine’s gifts they sent each other. After that call, she did the same with Ollie and they ended up spending a lot more time talking than she planned for.
Normally Ariel would hate being late but she didn’t mind at all talking to him. It was something she made time for every day even if their conversations weren’t always as long as she wanted them to be.
Before she went downstairs she placed the plush doll Ollie got her of Lady from Lady and the Tramp on her bed and unclasped the necklace from around the dog’s neck. It was a beautiful golden heart shaped locket with a tiny ballet slipper charm beside it. She opened the locket to find a picture of them together from when they met all those months ago on vacation.
A smile extended far beyond the limits of her face and Ariel made no attempts to hide it. You eyed the locket around her neck before she slipped on a light sweatshirt.
“Is that from Ollie?” you practically sang, knowing the answer already. A smile poked through the top of her shirt as she put it on, enthusiastically nodding her head as she showed off the necklace. “It’s beautiful sweetheart.”
Lance was taking Ariel out to dinner after dance class. You were happy they were spending the evening together. She wasn’t the jealous type but you and Lance always tried to make sure everything was fair between her and Theo.
“Dad and I are going to Doc’s for pancakes tonight,” she said proudly.
“Pancakes twice in one day. Aren’t you a lucky girl!”
Lance grinned awkwardly realizing Ariel should probably have a better dinner but if his Starfish wanted pancakes for dinner then she was having pancakes. He kissed you quickly, smiling against your lips as Theo told you guys to hurry up.
“She’s all yours,” Lance said as he and Ariel left.
Turning around you saw Theo dressed in a short sleeve white shirt tucked into his jeans, wearing one of Lance’s navy patterned ties. In his hand was a single rose that he held out for you.
“Hi mommy,” he smiled, walking over to give you the flower, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
You could already tell your cheeks were going to ache before the night was up from smiling so much. Theo held your hand as he led you outside to the table Lance had most likely helped him set up. A small vase of a few roses sat in the center of the table, with flameless candles flickering around it. Plastic flutes were filled with a liquid that looked too gold to be champagne and a bright red plate was placed upside down, covering whatever you were about to eat.
“This is beautiful Theo, thank you.” He pulled out the chair for you to sit, going to his own as you scooched closer to the table.
“Oh!” he gasped and Cashew picked his head up at the sound. You pet him quickly and he eased back down, a welcome third wheel to your date. Theo dug into his pocket to pull something out. “You have to wear it,” he said, handing you a crumbled tie.
Giggles erupted as you took the fabric. This was a fancy date after and according to Theo if you weren’t wearing a dress you had to wear a tie. You looped it through into a loose knot around your neck, excitedly awaiting for Theo to reveal what he said he cooked. On his count you lifted the plates covering your meal, smiling as you saw a peanut butter and jelly sandwich beside a handful of goldfish crackers on one side and apple slices on the other.
“Wow, you cooked this Theo?” you asked.
He nodded proudly. “Sometimes when you and Daddy cook dinner I help but this, but this time I cooked and I made Daddy help me.”
Taking a bite you hummed in satisfaction, “Mmm you both did a great job. It’s delicious!”
Bringing the flute to your lips you tasted the sweetness of apple juice that helped wash away some of the sticky peanut butter from your teeth. Theo went on to tell you about his day, filling you in on the kindergarten gossip of who likes who.
“And then at lunch Gabby was sad because she had strawberry milk and she didn’t like it so I gave her my vanilla milk but I didn’t drink the strawberry milk because I don’t like it either.”
Your heart swelled at Theo’s generosity, knowing you and Lance are raising a kindhearted person.
“That was really sweet of you Theo, I’m very proud.” Nothing could wipe the smile off your face and you couldn’t wait to tell Lance about this, including the fact that his son also hates strawberry milk as much as he does.
With dinner finished Theo held the plates against him as he walked inside the house as you took in the flowers, candles and glasses, with the tablecloth thrown over your shoulder. Everything was placed on the kitchen counter leaving the few dishes to be done later since you wanted to spend as much time together with your sweet boy.
You thanked him for dinner, asking if he wanted to watch a movie together and he suggested The Little Mermaid.
“Daddy told me that on a date you have to show how much you love them, so I want you to watch your favorite movie because I love you.”
You kneeled to the floor, opening your arms up for him to step closer to you, wrapping them around his body and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you too.”
Theo grabbed your cheeks bringing his pursed lips close until they reached your cheek. He pressed them hard into skin as he emphasized a kissing sound. “I love you three!” he giggled.
“I love you four!”
“I love you more!” he said loudly, laughing as you squeezed him a little tighter, peppering quick pecks all over his face until he had to catch his breath from laughter.
He snuggled against you on the couch with Cashew taking up a few cushions himself as you watched the movie and Lance and Ariel came home just in time for the last twenty minutes. Your children cuddled up on both sides of you and Lance stretched his arm out across the back of the couch, his thumb rubbing circles against your skin. It was official, this was the best date night ever.
#lance tucker x reader#lance tucker fanfiction#lance tucker x you#dad!lance tucker#lance tucker one shot
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꧁༒ ｙｏｕｒｓ ｃｒｕｅｌｌｙ ༒꧂
happy halloween ⚰️ let me be your HalloQween
👗Victoria X reader
NSFW 🔥 sapphic smutty goodtimes public sexytimes with lots o swears
° Victoria de Angelis & female reader insert ||| cameo by Damiano David
° you are struggling to find the confidence in your choice of Halloween costume, but Victoria thinks you look amazing & wants to share her enthusiasm with you
wordcount: 3,118
° victorias addition to the halloween filth-fest-- inspired by the queen of halloween elvira coming out this year. for all my fellow spooky sapphics👭🏳️🌈
"I'm sure you'll feel better about it once you get the wig on…"
You knew that your girlfriend was trying to help you feel better, trying to get you to move past your insecurities so that you could get into the spirit of costume shopping. But you couldn't help rolling your eyes - you had already told Victoria that you weren't about to try on a cheap-looking wig. That plastic hair would ruin your fantasy as opposed to completing it, in the way she was hoping for.
"I'll just have to use my imagination. As opposed to everyone who's gonna see me in this dress 'cause it leaves literally nothing to the imagination…" You shifted the black material.
She groaned from the other side of the changing room door. "I wanna see already, my imagination is exhausted."
"Okay, but just…" You put your hand to the lock but hesitated. "You have to come in, I'm not going out there and doing a twirl or whatever."
"Private viewing." She said in an excited, singsong tone and you pictured her doing a little dance.
You put one arm across your chest, feeling shy, even though you only opened the door slightly. Her face was lit up with a smile as she shuffled in through the minimal space. "Don't get attached 'cause this is still a maybe, I feel like I could make something better."
You securely returned the door to its frame, isolating you and your girlfriend from the rest of the costume store. You fixed the lock in place and turned around to face Victoria in this narrow space. Her mouth had dropped open, her eyes wide as she looked you up-and-down, taking in every part of your appearance in the floor-length black gown.
“Cavalo.” She gasped.
You had put your back to the mirror, but not being able to see the dress didn’t put a stop to your fussing with it. You tugged at the faux-leather belt, trying to figure out where it should be sitting, how to make it look the most flattering. But then you found that the plunging neckline had pulled down even lower, exposing your entire bra cup. You pinched it together again.
“You look so fuckin’ incredible, you’re literally the perfect Elvira.” She said and grabbed some of your black hair, lifting it to create a temporary bump of volume. “I can totally picture it with the hair and the makeup- it’s gonna be so stunning.”
“But it doesn’t go with your costume at all.”
“Who cares?” You stopped looking at the dress when you noticed her blue eyes on your face, you were stuck in her loving gaze. “We’ve been a couple’s costume every other year. This is the perfect year to do Elvira and I don’t want anything to take the shine off of you. This costume is gonna work because of you and everyone is gonna be blown away by you and only you. And for one night you can step totally out of yourself and your head and get out of your own way, a little.
“You just need to get into the fantasy some more.” She said, sliding her hands down your covered arms.
Your self-esteem issues - that's what she was talking about. She didn't need to say it, it was usually there, an elephant in the room, hovering in your relationship. Your body image had always been on shaky ground and it could ruin even the best of days, taking you out of the moment as you obsessed over perceived flaws.
Victoria's confidence could only rub off on you so much. At the end of the day - you were uncomfortable in your body, too affected by the numbers on the tags of your clothes. You thought about food for too long. You avoided sending photos without filters.
But she never let this bother her, never lost her patience with you as you changed your outfit a million times. You wanted to go with her on this train of thought, and would love to take a break from all of these bitter feelings.
When her hands reached yours, you squeezed them tightly. You nodded and smiled. "The fantasy."
"Right and can I tell you what's killing the fantasy for me?"
"The hair, I know. But I don't wanna put that plastic shit on my-"
There was a mischievous smile tugging at her cheek as she placed a finger to your lips, silencing you. "No, I don't wanna add anything to this, not at all. Actually, I was hoping to remove."
You felt her arms snake around you, going to your spine. Your eyes flicked back to the door, it was still locked and, while it didn't reach the roof, it was too tall for anyone to look over.
You looked back at her and that twinkle in her eyes made you forget about everything else. You might already know what she was thinking and you licked your lips.
The clasp of your bra was released and then she helped you work the straps out of the way, until the lingerie could be removed. You felt the thin material of the dress barely covering your breasts, your nipples becoming firmer, seeking her attention.
Her warm hands cupped you, feeling the generous swell. "We'll get some fashion tape before the party, 'cause I'm the only one who needs to see the costume like this."
She started to play with the opening across your chest, her fingers running up-and-down the stitching. She dropped eye-contact and lowered her head down a little. She put her lips to your neck and you sighed, forgetting your modesty, forgetting that you were in a public store. You tilted your head back, presenting even more of your flesh to her. Her soft lips pressed gentle kisses to your neck, letting you enjoy the slow caresses without the threat of hickeys.
She moved her lips gradually down, onto the top of your chest and you could feel her saliva leaving an invisible trail. As her mouth warmed one breast, her hand massaged the other.
You bit your lip, stifling any noises when her lips enclosed around one of your hardened nipples. Her eyes flashed up to your face and you felt weak. Your cheeks were aflame. She gently sucked the peak into her mouth, the pressure radiating out and touching deep into you. You could see how dark her eyes had become and you were certain that she was far from done.
Her hand glided down your front, directing your attention lower. She pushed her hand across your crotch, over the dress. Then she hooked her fingers through the waistband of your panties. She flicked her tongue over your nipple before releasing it.
“Do you know what is really destroying the Elvira fantasy? Visible panties…” She said as she started to ease the panties down, without any resistance from you. “I think you’re gonna be a gorgeous Elvira, but these are killing the vision I have in my head. I need to see it clearly, before I can be totally certain.”
You giggled a little as you felt your panties drop to around your ankles. The dress had a slit that reached up to your hip on one side and she immediately ran her palm along this exposed skin. She was grinning so wide as she eased her way down onto her knees.
"This is more like it. This is more of what I had in mind when I said you should be Vampira…" She shook her head and reached up for your tits again. "I mean, Boobarella…" She shook her head. "I mean, Elvira- when I said that you should dress as Elvira."
She gathered the skirt of the dress together and eased it out of her way. You laid one hand upon her golden hair as she moved her eyes to your cunt. She moved forward until her open mouth came into contact with your folds, making you whine quietly. She didn't set into you immediately, instead taking her time to kiss across your labia majora - feeling this most intimate heat against her lips. She tested at peeking her tongue in between your lips, the tip barely reaching your clit.
She leant back with a groan, hands caressing all over your stretch-mark covered thighs. "You're so sexy- do you know that?" You smiled, playing with her hair, pushing it away from her angelic face. "And I don't mean that you're sexy because you're in this costume… No, the costume looks sexy because you are sexy, you're sexy literally no matter what you wear or don't wear."
"You make me feel sexy…" You said, curling your finger in the air to beckon her back up to where she could be reached for kisses.
"Yeah, so you believe me when I compliment you?"
"I do." You said, wrapping one arm around her waist and putting your other hand to the front of her denim shorts. "I believe you." You kissed her, tasting the slight hint of saltiness from your pussy, on her lips. "And I feel it." You eased your hand into her underwear, extra access granted now that the fly of her pants was down. "Do you feel it? I want you to feel it."
Her eyes fluttered shut as she leant to the wall at her back, seeking the support. Her knees parted and you could hear how shallow her breathing had become. You pawed down lower, unable to think of anything other than touching her cunt. Your fingers brushed over the trimmed curls of hair and you were surprised by the wet heat that had been awaiting you.
You were surprised again - the desire that you felt was so strong, so all-encompassing. You were suddenly insatiable, needing her body.
She was breathless when your lips met hers, immediately allowing you to slide your tongue into her mouth. You sank into this intoxicating heat, while also seeking to draw more out. Your fingers pressed between her lips, finding her pulsing clit. You started to rub against it, in time with the explorations of your tongue.
You felt her shivering and you moved faster. You swallowed her building moans, feeling more blood pumping to your pussy. You couldn't think of anything else.
She slumped, mouth falling away from yours with a pant. Her chin tucked down. "Fuck, baby." She grabbed your wrist. "I was trying to make this about you… fuh-uck."
"I know, but what am I supposed to do when you're so fucking hot?" You whispered back, keeping up the rhythm within her panties.
You put your mouth down to her chest, her nipples already visible, pressing keenly against her shirt. You sucked it into your mouth, working your lips against the fabric. She bucked into you, clearly beginning to lose control. Her laboured breathing was growing louder and you grazed your teeth over her impossibly hard nipple.
She whimpered, holding your wrist tighter before lifting it away from her cunt. You looked up to where she was smiling through the shaky exhales. You removed your hand from her panties, planning to take a second to reassess your plan of action.
You had barely straightened up, when she grabbed you with both hands, pushing you until your back was against the wall. She looked at you, a dark determination in her eyes.
"This is about you and how good you look." She asserted, holding you in place. "It's not about me and how fucking uncomfortable you're making these shorts."
"Take them off." You said with a shrug. She started to shimmy out of the denim shorts, grinning. "Oh wow, I am so glad that Monster Mash is playing again. That really helps get me in the mood."
"Let's do our own version, Monster Smash…"
You giggled, shaking your head a little. "That's so lame."
She grabbed the slit of the skirt and hiked it up to your hips, fully exposing your pussy. "If it's so lame, how come you're so fucking wet?"
You put your arms around her shoulders, bringing her in closer. She placed one leg between both of yours and pressed her body against you, pinning you in place.
She kissed you, you could feel her moving with purpose, drawing moans from you. Your lips parted and you felt yourself depending upon the wall for support even more.
You couldn't help but grind your hips against hers, there was too much desire in your body that even the most heated make-out session couldn't relieve. It didn't take her long to pick up this slow rhythm, rolling her body with yours and making your heart pound faster.
In these moments, you forgot your insecurities. The parts of your body that you usually hated now fit so perfectly in her hands, given appreciative squeezes.
You lost all of your inhibitions, letting out a whine when her thigh collided with your pussy. Your hands turned into desperate claws on her back as you felt the tension coiling even tighter within you. You pushed down onto her bare thigh, snapping your hips forward with more ferocity.
"Yes." She whispered, driving into you to match this building urgency. "You feel sexy now, huh?" You clenched your eyes shut, feeling how slick her skin had become. "Do you wanna come?"
You bit into your bottom lip, placing your chin at her shoulder as the intensity threatened to undo you altogether. "Mm-hmm…" Involuntarily, you bucked forward, sliding further down her thigh.
"You have to come so quietly." She hissed, raising goosebumps on your skin. "There's a shop full of people out there and this is just for me, no one else is allowed to hear."
You kept your arms tightly wrapped around her. "Just for you."
"Come on, sexy girl." She coached, her hips continuing their rhythmic rolling and sending more shocks of friction through your body. "Come for me."
"Oh, God… Vic…" You moaned before your lips met hers in a series of breathless kisses. You could feel your chest expanding as your cunt quivered, ready to weep openly for her.
The chatter outside the changing room was entirely unimportant - just like the music in an elevator, you hardly noticed it. Fragments of sentences reached your ears, quickly forgotten as you concentrated on the sound of her shallow breathing.
You felt your pussy walls fluttering, your throat clenching around more groans and you were falling apart. "Uh, uh- oh, ah."
"Vic? Vic?" A man's voice called from the other side of the door and both of you froze.
You felt the heat in your body fading away, instead you were feeling embarrassment. You put both hands over your face, replacing your foot to the ground and getting some distance from her sweaty body.
"If you're not in this one, I'm giving up. Victoria?" It was Damiano - at least an hour late for joining the two of you on your mission to buy costumes.
"He's so fucking annoying." She said quietly before raising her voice to respond, lest he keep shouting for her attention like a needy toddler. "You found us, just give us a sec' to put our dicks away."
"I got the headpiece for you." He was saying as she collected her pants from the ground. "It's literally perfect, you'll be ready to take over Hell in no time."
"Hang on…" You whispered and quickly bent down to open up your bag. You pulled out a pack of tissues and began to wipe her thigh dry, the smell tickling your nostrils.
"You were close." She grabbed your hands, squeezing them. "I'm sorry, maybe we could find a bathroom?"
You giggled. "Save some romance for our next anniversary."
"You know what I mean, we-"
"C'mon, Hell is gonna freeze over at this point. Then you'll never find a pole to dance on down to Lucifer, then who will you be? Not Lil Nas X, certainly. You won't even be Lil Vic X." Damiano said.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna kill him."
"You head out, I'll re-robe myself and come back out." You said.
"Okay, but you should keep this on." She said. "With the lingerie on as well again, obviously. But I think you should do a little twirl and let Dam hype you up too."
You nodded, much more agreeable and willing to go along with her plans while you were still giddy from the titillation. "Okay." You grabbed her, kissing her quickly. "I love you."
"I love you too."
You were pulling your underwear up again, hiding yourself against the wall as she opened the door as little as possible. She sidled out, greeting Damiano without any enthusiasm.
You wiped your mouth, still feeling a tremor in your legs. You redressed, letting the dress fall back down over your body. You could hear the two friends talking, but you didn't rush out to join them. Instead you felt comfortable enough to look in the mirror. You could see the excited glow across your features and it was easier to ignore the areas you usually took issue with. You saw that your figure filled the dress out, the fabric not straining or holding too tight. The length of the dress made you look taller and you found your curves were balanced out. This was a silhouette that you usually avoided, so much attention drawn to your waist and your breast - but for one night, you thought it could be embraced.
You combed your fingers through your hair, wanting to push out the just-been-fucked look. You could smell your own arousal and sweat, making you wish that you had packed some perfume into your handbag.
You opened the door to where Victoria was now wearing a pair of tall, black, braided horns atop her head. She turned to you with a wide smile, flicking her blonde hair out and swaying her back. "What do you think? Are you ready to call me by your name?"
This was the final piece of her Lil Nas X costume - she had the red wig, the shiny black leather boots, the feathered wings and the monogrammed Calvin Klein underwear. She was ready to recreate the closing scene of the rapper's music video, following his usurping of Satan.
"I'll call you by anything you like-"
Damiano gasped dramatically, interrupting you. "Holy fuck, you look so glamorous. Let's go fuckin' rob some graves together, yeah?"
"I would have to check my schedule." You said. "This is Elvira's busiest time of year, after all."
"What do you think?" Victoria asked, standing beside you. "Do we look like mistresses of the dark?"
"Fuck that, you're more like queens of the underworld."
You grinned, turning to her and instantly finding yourself captured in another enthusiastic kiss.
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Since Sk♾ is over and I’m a sad teen here’s my trying to do headcanons/one shots
Headcanon: Sk8 cast and you getting onesies
People in it: Reiki, Langa, Cherry, Joe and Shadow, Miya (platonically), Tadashi, Ad*m (I felt bad not adding him🤮)
Langa
He wasn’t really aware that couples had matching onesies until you showed him a picture.
When you two went to the store to get them he let you pick it out and just went with what you wanted.
He isn’t picky at all but when you held up a koala onesie that’s what really got his attention, he loved the animal ones specifically the koala.
You guys found a couple more animal onesies, you two bought the koala one (of course), penguin and a cow one.
Everytime you two have a sleep over he insists on you guys wearing the matching onesies and he tries to skate in the onesie but you tell him that he might rip it and so he gets off his skateboard.
Reki
Reki was the one to suggest to you the matching onesies, he didn’t just send one pair he sent 10 different ones and said that you two should get them all.
He’s obsessed with being matching to you, a matching bracelet, headband, rings, shirt, onesie, etc.
But he’s obsessed with the shark onesies, random funny onesies and having themed onesies. You guys spent more than you’d like to admit on onesies.
You two have a shark, Halloween, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Easter, and every other holiday you two celebrate. You also have random ones like a crab and Pokémon onesies (Espeon one because it was his favorite)
Everytime you two get a new onesie he shares it to everyone, he gets so excited and so happy he sends you pictures of him wearing it when you two aren’t together. You guys take a lot of pictures of you in your onesies.
Miya threatens to rip up the onesies because Reki talks about it all the time to them and sends all the pictures to them.
Cherry
He looks like he could care less but he’s actually excited that you want to match him.
He wants to make you happy, so when you insisted on you two getting matching onesies he agreed but only if he got to pick (obviously if you liked them too).
He likes the basic ones, solid Gray, solid black, your craziest one is a plaid onesie.
Cherry doesn’t really show them off but you do and he secretly loves that you show everyone. Joe teases Cherry about the onesies.
Joe
Just like Reki, Joe enjoys matching with you and having themed onesies.
You guys don’t have that many but you have a few holiday onesies and Disney ones, he has a weird soft spot for like stitch and Winnie the Pooh onesies.
It’s a little hard for Joe to find a onesie that fits him but he tries his best to find one because he wants to match with you.
His favorite part is finding the onesie and trying it on because he gets to see you all excited about finding a onesie you two can match in.
As a gift Joe got you two custom onesies, both onesies have a picture of you two on the back with a heart around the picture. (It’s Joe’s favorite onesie).
He sends you a lot of pictures of him in the onesie out of boredom.
Your holiday cards that you send out to family are you two in your matching onesies, it’s usually the simple red plaid onesie but sometimes it’s the holiday themed onesie, if you’re really feelin it you’ll wear the custom one in the pictures.
He hangs a picture of you two in the matching onesie in his restaurant and he gets excited when people ask about it.
Shadow
Shadow thought it was so cute and was so happy when you asked him to have matching onesies with you. He’s been waiting for it but he thought you’d be weirded out so he wanted you to ask him first.
You two really wanted a flower onesie but you codling find any good ones.
He insisted that the onesie would be perfect but you were fine with just a plain.
Shadow gave you the first onesie as an anniversary gift, it was a panda onesie.
He had set up a cute little thing in his living room, he put the panda onesie (that was wrapped as a gift of course) on the table in the room and two beautiful bouquets of flowers in vases on both sides of the gift.
He picked you up from your house (you two haven’t moved in yet ykyk) you guys went out to eat and then back to Shadows house. He was so nervous that you wouldn’t like it he thought he’d faint. You two sat on the couch and put on a movie. You loved the panda onesie and he was so relieved
He also shows everyone your matching panda onesies.
Your next onesie is a dinosaur onesie (you surprised him with that one)
Miya
You and Miya have matching hoodies and suspenders because he doesn’t wanna wear a onesie.
Tadashi
Tadashi isn’t so big on matching onesies.
He doesn’t see the point because no one will see you two in them. He also doesn’t like them because they aren’t “professional”.
It took him a bit of convincing but by sending him one too many videos and pictures of couples with matching onesies he finally bought you two one
It’s just a solid black onesie, you’re glad he bought you one and you’re still trying to convince him for you two to get a less boring one.
Adam.
He has like those sexy ones already but you said you just want a normal one.
You two have onesies with a bunch of hearts on them. You guys also have bunny onesies.
He thinks you look amazing in them and he shows you off. If anyone says they look weird or is negative about it he beats them up.
This is my first one so please don’t hate on it too much lol but I would like constructive criticism
#sk8 headcanons#sk8 the infinity#sk8 langa#sk8 reki#sk8 joe#sk8 cherry blossom#sk8 shadow#sk8 adam#sk8 miya#sk8 tadashi#oneshots#headcanon#langa x reader#reki x reader#shadow x reader#cherry x reader#adam x reader#joe x reader#tadashi x reader#sk8 the infinity x reader#sk8 x reader#sk8 infinity
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