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bunymart · 1 year

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💿How far we've come...💿

Hey, everyone! CEO fruitpop here, and I must say, what a wonderful first 2 months year it's been for BUNYMART! We've been online for only a little while, and we already have 6 Twitter followers, 1 non-staff Discord member, and even 1 Tumblr follower. Wow! About are progress, we managed to release a whole 13 designs on our Redbubble shop (half of which are just variants of our logo but its ok less of that this year). In this post, I just want to write a little about each of our designs, what our plans are for the coming year, and what 'buny' means to us. Also, this is the first time I've spoken through an official BUNYMART account. Hello! :) Usually it's our social media person, but if I let them write this, you'd have a headache by now.

Here's the first design we ever released. Err, first six designs we ever released. Our first six designs were just color variants of our logo, as I said before. But the colors are so pretty! I think that justifies it :) For this design, we wanted to go for a kind of supermarket logo look (duh), but we also wanted to make it uniquely buny. I'll talk more about what it means to be BUNY later, but the font we chose for the bottom is N SimSun, which is a very buny font. You also might've noticed the Wingdings on the top. Why are these here? Becuase they're extremely BUNY! And then, of course, there's the little buny in the middle, makin' a face at you. How sweet :) They look so excited!

The image I'm using here is actually the image we used for our logo sticker pack design, which we began selling a couple of weeks ago. We actually started selling these individually in May, but we BUNYMART didn't really become active until around November, which we released our second (seventh?) design.

What you are looking at now could be thought of as the herald of BUNYMART's real beginning. This design, our "Drink! 'It's good!'" sticker, was what we opened our Twitter with, and was what really kicked off BUNYMART. For this design, we wanted to make something that looked like it could be on a soda can, or on an ad for some kind of drink, or just something that said, "Relax! Have a drink! :)" The buny is also winking, because I think that makes them kind of resemble Pac-Man in some older artwork, and I like Pac-Man. Something else about this design, there was a goddamn stupid shitty stray pixel at like .0001% opacity in the bottom right corner that fucked the design up on Redbubble, but I didn't notice until it was uploaded. One thing I like about this design is that it's the first instance of the kind of digital-paint-mess pattern you can see in the background. This will return in a later design, but our next design was...

BUNY RADIO! Kind of like the last design, this one is also supposed to evoke a fun feeling. Y'know, just kinda hangin' out, havin' fun. Lots of bright/pastel colors in this one, although I guess that's been true for all of them. Something you might have noticed, although I'm sure it's very faint and subtle, is that while none of these design have strictly adhered to the aesthetic, the imagery used is somewhat reminiscent of vaporwave. Here's the thing, and again, we'll touch on this later, while 'vaporwave' and 'buny' aren't interchangeable by any means, the two terms share a lot of overlap. The logo is supposed to evoke a supermarket or mall feel, here we have a cassette radio player, etc. Something to look out for in later designs :)

We also see some Wingdings again, a staple of BUNYMART designs. While I don't have many details about it right now, I do know that Wingdings are very prevalent in BUNYLAND (the place where bunys live). Also, I'm really happy with the little music notes on the left :)

Our next set of designs were really something, and were actually part of our first sticker pack. These are the P3RS, a pretty funny play on words. It's funny because we came up with it, and we're funny :) The joke isn't entirely obvious so I'll explain: there's a pear, and a pair of cherries. Pear and pair, both pronounced the same way. And that 'air' sound is represented like this: ɛr. So, you could say that they are both pɛrs, and since ɛ kind of looks like a 3, together, they're the P3R duo!

I was VERY happy with these designs and all of their elements. The little labels/paint strokes, the shine of the leaves, the coordination of the colors, all of it. Very good design :) I actually have the cherries on my Nintendo Switch, the pear on my 3DS, the cherries again on my journal, and one of the labels somewhere else.

This is Big Head. Not much to say about them, they're just a little silly. Big olllll' thinker. Funny enough, this design was actually the first to not feature text of any kind. This is also the second design to feature a regular buny, rather than an object with a buny face.

This was actually our last design of the year. Now, you might be thinking, "What the goddamn shit? You said 13, bumble fuck!" That's right, I did say 13, and I meant it too. As I said earlier, half of our designs this year were just the individual logo color variants, and the P3RS actually served as three separate designs on the Redbubble (pear, cherry, and P3R pack). If you count them all up, there ARE 13 designs here. Take THAT.

What else happened this year?

As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, we opened a Discord, a Twitter, and a Tumblr (obviously). The Discord came first, and we called it THE BUNY ZONE :) Besides our staff, there's only one person in there right now, but it would be really cool if you joined too :) I'll come back to it later, but one thing that this whole BUNYMART thing is about is building a community. After the Discord came the Twitter, where our social media person spits out a bunch of random bullshit about once a day. About a third of it is nonsense and a mess of symbols and fonts, but what's legible is pretty fun to read :) Here's a recent quote from our Twitter:

"alright……. WHOS THE 𝙁𝙐 ͶͶ¥ 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝕎ℍ𝕆 𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 ϻY 𝙇𝙀𝙁 𝙏𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎？？！!!?!!?？!?？¡！?！¡!？！？？!？¿?！!!?？？?¿!？!?！？!?!?¿¿?!？！？？!!??(｀皿´＃)(｀皿´＃)(｀皿´＃)(｀皿´＃)"

Cool, right? I think so. And about 5 other people think so too. If you want more of that, see our about page here on Tumblr. You can find all of our links there (Twitter, Discord, etc.)

After Twitter, we opened this Tumblr account, which mainly just reblogs pictures that we find particularly buny. It's still pretty new, so there isn't much to say about it at the moment.

But that isn't all we've done this year, nonono! We also released BUNYJAMS (volume 1), our buny-themed Spotify playlist!

I'll keep this brief, since our social media person posted an announcement about this, but as a Christmas gift to you all, we released a playlist of very buny songs, which sits at roughly 3 hours and 40 minutes. That might not be very long for a Spotify playlist, but hey, we only started building it in November. A new BUNYJAMS playlist will be released every Christmas (hopefully) in the coming years, so just think about how long volume 2 will be! Here's a hint, it's already longer than volume 1!

Also, we wanted to release the cover art you see as a design before 2023, but that didn't happen. Whoops.

Now, I want to talk about the meaning of 'buny'.

What is buny?

To me, it's a little hard to describe, but I'll try my best. First, I'll talk about it strictly as an aesthetic.

As I said, buny has a lot of overlap with vaporwave, but more specifically, it shares a lot of aspects with Frutiger Aero, y2kcore (kinda), and whatever you'd call what the Wii and DS had going on (wiicore?). Even more specifically, the last one. When I think about BUNYMART, I feel like I'm clicking through Wii channels, or messing with the settings on my 3DS. It's a very specific feel that's very specific to older (but not too old) Nintendo things. It also shares some aspects with an webcore, and also dreamcore to an extent. Hopefully it will be less fuzzy as BUNYMART evolves, but for a better understanding, look at our reblogs and listen to BUNYJAMS.

Even though I've described it as an aesthetic, I like to think 'buny' can be described in a broader sense, almost just like a feeling that's evoked by specific things. One thing that comes to mind specifically for me for some reason is watering a little houseplant. Just caring for this little wonder of nature to watch it grow feels very buny to me. However, in a general sense, buny is (in a very specific way) fun, safety, and niceness.

I mentioned earlier that one of my goals with BUNYMART is to create a community. There's a reason for this. Although BUNYMART is this fun and silly thing, I'm well aware of the atrocities of life. Every day, there are things that we have to hide from, things that we have to bear, things that we have to protect ourselves from, and so on. There are these bad things, and there are bad people. Often, the 'things' that we're dealing with are people. Maybe one 'thing' today was being harassed for some reason or another. Maybe another 'thing' yesterday was something an ill-equipped parent did or said. Maybe another 'thing' was just observing people talk about so many horrible things as if they were perfectly normal and okay, when they are anything but that. I want BUNYMART to be a kind of haven to come to to be away from all of that. I want to make a safe space for people to come to and know that everyone in that space is good. To come to and know that they are safe with any person they meet. That's the kind of community I want to cultivate with BUNYMART. That's what buny is to me, and that's what I want to give to the people who happen across our little project.

So, what's next?

Well, our plans are very fluid as of right now. Obviously, a new BUNYJAMS is coming next Christmas, but at some point in the not-distant future, we want to open the BUNYMART Instagram and YouTube. We just... kinda have to come up with unique content for those platforms and ways to post consistently. We already have an idea of what we want to happen, but making it happen is pretty difficult with all of our other business things that we have to take care of. They are coming, though, don't worry.

Another thing we want to do starting this spring is release seasonal season-themed design collections. I won't give too much away right now, but for each of the four seasons, we want to do a bunch of themed works and have them as a collection. We want to try to do this for every year from now on, but we'll probably skip like a year every 2 years. Oh well.

I guess the only other thing that comes to mind is more community things once there actually is a community. I don't know what those things will be like, but I know that they will be fun :) Maybe we'll have parties? Sure.

I think that's everything I wanted to say. If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading :) I spent probably two hours on this, so I hope it was worth your time. If you want to get in touch with me, you'll probably want to message the BUNYMART account and ask for fruitpop, or check out the Discord and contact me there. I'm not logged into my own account on any of my devices, so if you message my Tumblr, I likely won't see it for a while. Sorry :( All I have left to say is thanks for reading, thanks for checking out BUNYMART, and let's all look forward to a fanTASTIC 2023 :))

Thank you.

-fruitpop

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Corpse’s Girl

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing, Derogatory Terms

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N’s life as a regular college student is forever stripped away from her when her relationship with the famous YouTuber Corpse Husband is accidentally revealed during an online class of hers. How will she cope with the sudden spotlight and the unwanted attention, some of which crosses into bullying?

Requested by my amazing Tumblr friend @itsminniekat 🥰 She’s been reading and liking my works since day one and I honestly couldn’t be more grateful. If you’re reading this, all I can say is thank you, darling. Thank you so much for sticking by my blog even when I posted some crappy fics. I’ll make sure this ain’t one of them. Love you with all my heart. ❤❤❤

P.S. - I named the mean character with my name so I hope no one who reads this has the same name. Wouldn’t want any of you feeling like the villain 😘

Who knew online class would be even more boring than being physically present for a lecture? Seriously, I find myself doing the weirdest of crap to entertain myself - like trying to balance a pen on the tip of my nose for example. I jot down some notes every now and then but that’s basically it. My mind can not fathom the concept on concentrating on whatever my professors are going on and on about. Well, full disclosure, I couldn’t concentrate even if I wanted to, especially with my boyfriend streaming in the other room.

He’s currently playing Among Us with his usual gaming squad. Listening to his input during the discussions, I can always tell when he’s lying. I honestly find it hilarious that his friends can’t pick up when he’s bullshitting them. I sometimes wonder if he has brainwashed them. And that’s one of the main reasons we don’t play Among Us together - he can’t lie to me. Not only do I pick up on his con with ease, but he always says he feels bad when he lies to me which is just the sweetest thing. Also, I refuse to play cause I’m shy. His friends are all well-known content creators and I’m a literal nobody. Every now and then I find myself wondering why Corpse is even with me. He’s always quick to push those thoughts out of my head and make sure they don’t return on a long notice, but they do interrupt my peace from time to time.

“Y/N, do you know?“ The sound of my professor saying my name takes me out of my eavesdropping of Corpse’s stream.

I panic, but quickly improvise, “Sorry, my internet is slow, you cut out for a second. What was the question?” I feel my face heating up, making me glad we are allowed to keep our cameras off.

“Question number 15 on page 82 in your textbook. Do you know the answer to it?“ My professor repeats himself, his tone annoyed.

I look down at the page that’s already opened in front of me. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing that the question is rather easy.

“Yeah, um, it’s...“ Suddenly, Corpse’s laugh reaches my room loud and clear. There’s no doubt my mic picked up the noise, especially since the door to my room is open.

The color drains from my face as I hurry to say the answer and remute myself. My eyes are wide as I stare at my screen, hoping no one will acknowledge that very recognizable laugh.

“OMG Y/N, are you watching a Corpse Husband stream in class?” One of the bitches in my class, Vy, speaks up, “Not a very goody-two-shoe move on your part, dear.”

I purposely unmute my mic to mumble a quick ‘Shut up, bitch’ that somehow manages to fly under my professor’s radar and the class continues. It’s the first time something like this has happened and I’m not sure if I handled it properly or not.

The class ends shortly after, allowing me a sigh of relief as I disconnect from the meeting.

“Fucking finally.“ I mumble to myself, leaning back in my desk chair. Tilting my head backwards, I see Corpse standing in the doorframe. I grin, not only because his presence itself makes me ten times happier, but also because he’s upside down from my viewpoint. “Well, hello there! How long have you been spying on me?“

He struts over to me, leaning his face over mine, “Long enough.” His lips linger above mine without any actual contact before he pulls away, allowing me to sit up straight and proper in the chair. “You still have classes?”

I nod my head while disappointedly rolling my eyes, “Yeah. One more. Shouldn’t be too bad since it’s English Lit. You’re done streaming?”

“Yeah, I just have some other things to do. I haven’t done a narration video in a while, I miss making that type of content.“ He plops down on my bed, running a hand through his messy black curls.

“Weren’t you recording some lines a few days ago?“ I frown as I try to recall if what I’m referring to actually happened or my brain is too fried to decipher reality from my bootleg perception of it. Online class, man - messes with your head like sleeping pills - makes you disoriented and exhausted with barely doing anything other than trying to wrap your brain around a lecture or two.

He hums affirmatively, “It’s not a finished project and I don’t even know if I’ll use those or rerecord them. I’ll have to listen to them again before I make a final decision.“

I tilt his chin upwards with my pointer finger, a gesture he has told me he finds very endearing, “I’m sure they’re great and you just refuse to be satisfied. Everything you do is great.“

He smiles a small, shy smile, his fingers gently wrapping around my wrist, holding my hand in place, “You’re biased. You like me too much to tell me when I do some bullshit.”

I scoff, “You know that isn’t true. If someone’s gonna kick your butt in formation, it’s gonna be me.“ I give him a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling away from him, “Go on, now. I have a class to attend. You distract me enough while you’re in the other room, I can only imagine how hard it’d be for me to focus if you were right by my side.“

He smirks, bowing a little as he makes his way out of the room, “You flatter me.”

I playfully roll my eyes, getting my headset back on as I tap the last class for the day. We have an assignment due to the start of the class which we’ll have to present if the professor approved of it. We basically had to write a psychoanalysis of a character from any book of our choice. I chose Heathcliff from ‘Wuthering Heights’ which is one of my favorite books of all time. I’m proud of what I wrote and the way I wrote it, but I’ve always barely scraped by with a B in this class, a B+ if I’m lucky, so I’ve never gotten any major credit, even when I put my 110% in the assignments and projects.

Well, color me surprised when the professor calls on me first to read my work, complimenting it on its detailed and specific nature. I get my printed assignment out in front of me and unmute myself.

“I wrote a psychoanalysis on for Heathcliff, a character from Emily Bronte’s novel ‘Wuthering Heights’.“ Just after I say this line, Corpse’s voice booms throughout the whole apartment, no doubt being picked up by my mic. It doesn’t sound like he’s actually talking, he can’t be that loud. I put two and two together when I recognize the lines he’s saying - the ones he recorded a few days ago. They’re coming from his computer speakers. He probably didn’t check the volume before playing back the recording.

I mute myself as quickly as possible, but it’s too late. The voice dies down as Corpse probably turned down the speakers.

My professor, who is already done with this lecture, just annoyedly remarks, her words overdosed with sarcasm: “Read your assignment and you can go back to whatever it is you are watching.”

“Wow, Y/N! Again?! Are you one of those crazy obsessed fans or something? Is Corpse Husband all you watch?“ This bitch is really poking a stick at me, huh? The only crazy obsessed fan here is her, and my friends but they are allowed. Little do all of them know, I am obsessed but not simply over a YouTuber. I’m obsessed with my boyfriend who just happens to be a YouTuber.

“No commentary, please.“ The professor scolds her, “Go on, Y/N.“

I finish reading without any other disturbances. The professor compliments my essay again when I’m done, the small incident at the beginning forgotten already. Well, not by everyone. One of my friends shot me a quick text to joke about it which only earned an eye roll from me.

My friends don’t know that I’m dating Corpse either. As I said, they are simping HARD over him while I act the most indifferent on the subject. Whenever they ask my opinion on him I either say ‘he’s OK’ or just avoid answering completely. I know saying anything more enthusiastic than that would turn into a snowball rolling down a snowy hill - I’d just keep babbling about how nice, amazing, wonderful and a gift to this world Corpse is, inevitably revealing our relationship in the process.

I’m afraid of revealing my relationship with Corpse in front of these people. They are all run on jealousy and selfishness and I can only imagine how mean they’d be about it. I’m already not too fond of them, it would only be worse if any of my personal life was exposed.

When the class finally ends I remove my headset, putting my forehead down on the desk, barely missing the keyboard. I groan in frustration and anger at myself for not fighting back. I could’ve and should’ve said something - ANYTHING. But what? That’s a question I can’t find the answer to.

“Hey...“ Corpse’s hesitant voice comes from behind me, “You ok?“

I straighten my posture, turning to him with a smile. “Yeah, but these people suck.”

I get up from my chair as he approaches me, basically falling in his arms. The comfort I feel radiating off of him makes me relax, forget the past hour or so. He has always had this effect on me. Like my own personal kryptonite to my anger and anxiety.

“Did I get you in any trouble because of that?“ His voice shows clear concern and guilt.

I wrap my arms around him tighter, burying my head in his chest. “No, don’t worry about it.“

And I really wasn’t in trouble. Not until now that the video is officially posted....

I can call these people dumb all I want but they sure put two and two together awfully fast. They recognized the lines they heard during class as the same ones from his new video that came out almost a week after the incident, aka two days ago. It’s safe to say I haven’t touched my phone or computer since.

“This is all my fault.“

Of all the horrible things I suspected would happen this has to be the worst - Corpse is blaming himself for it. I am prepared to take all the shit these people have to throw at me but seeing Corpse beating himself up over this is killing me. No amount of convincing can change his mind. Nothing I say helps.

“Please, stop doing this to yourself. Non of this is your fault, Corpse.“ I’ve repeated this sentence more than a thousand time these past forty eight hours, each time saying it more and more desperately.

“All of it is my fault, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I hate myself so much.“ Has been his reply single time.

I can’t watch him be so mean to himself. It’s the most conflicting thing when the person you love most is torturing themselves. It’s easy if it’s someone else doing it, you just kick their ass. But what are you supposed to do when the person you want to protect is the same one you need to protect them from.

Corpse has shut himself away in his recording room these past few hours and though he clearly needs to be alone, he still left the door open just a crack cause he knows I’ll be worried sick otherwise.

While I’m alone in the living room, I’ve finally managed to brace myself and build enough courage to power up my laptop. Last time it was on it was going mad with notifications.

“It’s digital. Only digital. It can’t hurt you too badly if it can’t touch you, right?“ I mumble to myself, already frustrated despite not having yet seen all the horrors that await me.

And horrors there were. Everywhere. Twitter. Instagram. Facebook.

My grades. Some pictures of me no one has ever seen. My school files. People from my class tweeting Corpse to ‘expose’ me for the ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ I really am. Corpse hasn’t touched social media either and I plan on making sure it stays that way. God only knows how much worse he’ll get if he sees these claims.

And then, like a notification sent straight from hell, an email from my professor.

Practical lectures on Friday. Be here at 9 AM. Don’t forget your mask and gloves.

Good thing I opened my laptop when I did. Friday is tomorrow and I need to prepare for this day. Not only do I need to hit the books but I need to toughen up a bit. I can’t go there looking like I feel - like a mess.

Alright, time to put the brave face on. No more wallowing in it, at least not until tomorrow afternoon.

I make a study plan and hop in the shower. I feel the need to apologize to my hair for washing it so roughly, basically yanking at my strands from frustration that has been suppressed for too long.

I get our of the boiling hot shower, red as a lobster, and change into some clean comfortable clothes and put my ass in study mode. I remove all the scary expectations of the morning to come from my mind and let the information the textbooks has to offer seep into my brain.

* * *

I’m about to head out and, despite my put-together composure, I am a wreck inside. I actually put effort into my appearance, I mean - I even styled my hair. A pretty façade to hide a ruin.

I saw my friends’ texts last night, all three of them ending their friendship with me because they felt betrayed. I haven’t yet decided how to feel about that. Doesn’t matter at the moment, there are more important matters at hand, aka surviving the next three hours.

My college is within ten minutes walking distance from our apartment. That ten minute walk has never been so stressful, not even during exam season. The air feels a little harder to breathe, the path a little shorter to walk. And my moment of reckoning a little too close.

I feel eyes on me the second I start walking through the park of our campus. Sure, I could just be paranoid, but the feeling is too real to be just my imagination in overdrive. I’m glad I have my hair down and a mask on so the redness of my cheeks and neck isn’t on display. That’s a sign of weakness right now.

We have two an hour and a half long classes between which we have a snack break that’s half an hour. I usually enjoy that period but I’m dreading it now. These assholes can only be so mean in the presence of a professor, but during lunch break they can increase that tenfold.

“Well if it isn’t Corpse’s girl.“ I hear that a lot. The whispers are not so much whispers as intentionally loud enough for me to hear remarks. I’m not bothered by them, it’s the least they can do. If I let such a simple thing get to me, I’d be crumbling by the end of first period.

I hear some shuffling behind me and out of the corner of my eye I see, yeah you guessed it, THAT bitch. She’s standing as close to me as she can without violating Covid regulations. A mask is covering her face but the menacing look in her eyes tells me all I need to know about the interaction that’s about to go down.

“I’d ask how much he pays you for the hour.....“ her long nails tap the wooden desk, “but that’d be rude. I bet it’s tough being a maid. Do you just clean or are you a multipurpose lap dog? No offense, I’m genuinely curious.“

“Vy, would you be so kind as to give Y/N some room to breathe?“ The professor asks as he nonchalantly walks in.

Vy rolls her eyes, batting her eyelashes at me, “Talk to you later, sweetheart.” With a fake friendly wave she’s out of my hair, at least for now.

Remember what I said about these people not being as dumb as I pegged them to be? Yeah, scratch that. These fuckers actually tried getting away with taking pictures of me with flash in broad daylight. Like, HELLO! I have two functioning eyes and a brain, I’m onto you. Sadly, me having figured out their childish but hurtful methods of humiliating me doesn’t change much. They still posted the pics they took, using the most derogatory terms they could find in the English language, always making sure to tag Corpse and me both.

Needless to say, these were the longest three hours of my life.

* * *

Shutting the door to our apartment behind me causes relief of the highest levels. I feel like I’ve locked out all the bad shit I have had to deal with these past twenty four hours.

I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted. I feel like a discarded piece of paper.

And it all starts crumbling. A wall is bound to start slowly falling apart after being hit over and over again, each time feeling the blows with a stronger intensity.

I slide down the door sitting down on the floor and slowly taking my shoes off. I put my bag beside me and wrap my arms around my knees, hiding my head in the space between them and my chest.

One tear slides down my cheek.

Another follows.

And another, this time accompanied by a choked sob.

A pair of arms wraps around the ball that my body has been shaped into. One of his hands comes up to stroke my hair gently, feeding me the comfort I have been longing for since I left the apartment this morning.

“I saw it. All of it. All the shit they talk about you. All the names they call you. And I’ve never wanted to beat so many people up simultaneously.“ His words make me raise my head from its low position, giving him a knowing look. “I wish I could. I would, but that would land me in jail. Which doesn’t even sound so bad cause I don’t like going out. Only problem is you wouldn’t be with me. I wouldn’t want you to be there with me, don’t get me wrong, I’d never want you to end up in jail. I-...” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. A quick kiss that says so much but mainly shows the immeasurable gratitude for his support.

Seeing those awful tweets and comments had the complete opposite effect on him. He no longer blames himself but the people who actually deserve the blame - all those jerks from my college.

I pull away, giving him a small smile. “I would never let you go to jail.”

He smiles back at me, overjoyed that my mood is slowly being lifted, “Come on, I have a nice crowd that would like to meet you.”

I know exactly what he means. Felix, Sean, Rae, Dave, Sykkuno and the rest of his friends. The people I’ve been so shy and afraid to meet since day one. Being shy doesn’t really make sense now, seeing as how they know I exist and that I’m a part of Corpse’s life.

What do I have to lose?

“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Corpse’s black avatar runs around my cyan one in the Among Us lobby.

I can’t help but giggle when I unmute my mic, “Hi everyone! It’s so nice to finally meet you.“ They each introduce themselves, expressing how happy they are to be meeting me too.

It’s the first time in what feels like a while that I’m truly having fun. These people are wonderful, each so unique and lovely. They never brought up the scandal nor acted as though they knew about it. I know they did and I am beyond grateful that they never mentioned it or treated me any differently because of it. Also, Corpse was streaming the whole time. I had my phone on his stream, my eyes nervously scanning the chat every now and then. I couldn’t believe it. Corpse’s real fans were just as wonderful as his friends - they were nothing but supportive and happy to have met me.

Now, I can either choose to believe these people were being so nice to me out of sympathy or I can believe they really like me and appreciate me for who I am and not for what happened to me.

I choose to believe the latter.

And while I’m still getting accustomed to this whole new spotlight, I know I’ll be able to handle it as long as I’m holding Corpse’s hand in the process. All I need is to have him beside me and I’m prepared to tackle anything.

“They love you.“ Corpse tells me once the stream is done and we’ve hopped out of the Discord call, “But I love you more.“

His arms wrap around my waist while mine instinctively find their way around his neck, “I love them, too. But they’re at the number 2 spot.”

He smirks at me, “I wonder who’s at number 1.”

I push up on my toes, putting my lips an inch away from his, “Hmm, I wonder...”

He doesn’t let me finish, silencing my teasing with a sweet, loving kiss.

@susceptible-but-siriusexual @simonsbluee @save-the-sky @hacker-ghost @bi-andready-tocry @imtiredaffff @jazzkaurtheglorious @hereforbeebo @fandomgirl17 @chrysanthykios @maehemscorpyus @loraleiix @letsloveimagines @annshit @i-cant-choose-a-username-help @enigmaticmaze @divine-artemis @waterlilypat

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scaramoucheslove · 3 years

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AHWUEHSAAIHAHGHH DOM ALBEDO N’ XIAO GETTING FED UP WITH THEIR SUB 🤤🤤 Tysm for looking at my req,,, muah. I’m so tempted to reshare it but my irls have my account HAHA

But SHEESH it’s dainsleif simping hours I see !!!! Imagine like..,,,,..,, imagine the corruption he’s got on his side trickles down towards his dick and like,, it’s all dark blue with the light cyan glowey veins,,,,, imagine dragging ur tongue along them be4 sucking him off and he just loses his mind and starts to facefuck u,,, sheeeesh 🧎

-🏵

AHH ITS NO PROB BB 😩😩 TYSM BUB FOR REQUESTING AAA!! Also you should probably make a tumblr acc to go whenever you’re horn knee bc that’s what I did.. LMAOO

ALSO YES,, JUST YES. I KNOW YOU CANT SEE ME RN BUT I’M SHAKING ANON... I’M LITERALLY- GN

DOM DAIN SUPREMACY *kneeling praying emoji*

OH ALSO SLIGHT SUB DAIN,, IM FR JUST SLIGHTLY OK

Tw?? Facefucking | GN Reader

“Suck.” Dain said to you whilst putting two of his beautiful fingers into your mouth as you sucked on it. This position was one of his favorites, with you kneeling down below him while he sits upon his throne-like chair, looking like your god. He can’t help but admire your beauty. “You look perfect like this. Gonna ruin this perfect little face, hm?” You responded with an excited, child-like nod that got him chuckling “Eager now, are we?” A blush rose quickly onto your cheeks as you realized you probably looked desperate and you automatically try to cover your flustered face by moving it to an angle that was enough for his eyes to not see your face, but still had his fingers in your mouth. You heard him click his tongue in disapproval and used his other hand to grip your jaw and forced you to look at him. He looked absolutely ethereal--his eyes were sharp, and filled with lust. “Well? Don’t be shy now.” His fingers pulled away from your mouth as strings of saliva connected your mouth with his fingers and you let out a small, shaky exhale at the sight. You looked at the wall, still flustered and trying to distract yourself. “Well it isn’t going to suck itself, you know.” He said to you, catching your attention. You were too distracted, you didn’t even realize he already discarded his pants. You saw his massive dick, with an aura similar to when he used his corruption. It was breathtaking. A navy aura with a slightly lighter color that’s coloring the trail of his veins, his precum leaking out of his tip. His cock looked so beautiful, and so big you didn’t even know if it can fit inside your mouth. You didn’t realize you were drooling until he chuckled and wiped your drool with his hand. You gulped nervously before you moved closer to the tip, licking the head. You heard him curse and mutter under his breath. “P-please, don’t tease.” Was all you could register from him. You fought back a smile-or smirk, you’ve never seen Dain so weak under your touch. You continued to drag your tongue along the glowing veins of his cock. You heard him let out a rather low moan that made you feel excited. And when you saw the look on his face after that, you were terrified. “I said. Don’t. Tease.” He said before holding the nape of your neck. “I’m sor-“ As you opened your mouth to apologize, he took the chance to insert his cock into your mouth by pulling you in by your nape. You were choking, gripping onto his thighs for dear life. You couldn’t breathe properly and you felt your eyes watering, hot tears streaming down your face. “Tsk. All that teasing and you still couldn’t take all of me?” He clicks his tongue in disappointment. He holds you there for a while before he lets go. You coughed rather violently due to the shock. You felt dizzy, and blur clouded your vision. He holds you by the hair and tugged on it harshly. “Now behave and just keep your mouth open. Got it?” You nodded weakly. “I wanna hear you say it.” You took a deep breath and responded “Got it, sir.” “Good.”

He pulled you by your hair to his tip. You opened your mouth obediently and you prepared for what’s coming. He roughly shoved your head to his dick. He set off a gentle pace in the beginning, that soon turned rougher than you thought. You breathed through your nose and closed your watery eyes as more tears streamed down your face. You were choking, gagging, and crying. You were a mess. Come on. Hold on a little longer. You tried to convince yourself. Your nails digging onto his thighs for support. He continued to use your head for his pleasure, bobbing your head up and down while he matches it with his thrusts. “Fuck, your mouth is so tight.” He groans as he sees the bulge in your throat. Your messed up face as tears trickled down your face makes him almost proud of himself. He was in bliss. Meanwhile you, on the other hand were suffering. Every breath you take burns your lungs. Every time his cock roughly thrusts up to your throat felt like you might break. “I’m gonna cum.” was his final warning before he shoves your head a little further, making you gag a bit violently once more before shooting his load in you. He pulled out and you tried to swallow before coughing. It was too much. You calmed yourself down as he gently pats you. “You’ve done well. Now let me take care of you.”

I MIGHT HAVE GONE A BIT TOO FAR ALSO I MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT HAVE THINK ABOUT KEIGO IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS

#Dainsleif #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #Dainsleif genshin #hornknee hours #❄ anon

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angry-geese · 3 years

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hello, how are you? so i don't remember very well how it went, but yesterday i found your tumblr and i was amazed and you write so well 🥺💗

but then i'm a bucciarati simp (i will never get over your end) and i would like to know if you can write a scenario where the reader is just an ordinary citizen who admires bucciarati (because he helped her a while ago) and wants to join the passione and he's just against it because he doesn't want to expose her to danger, he just wants to know her real reason, so he uses his ability to find out if she's lying, which is very helpful as there's a sexual tension there and well, everything ends up in sex.

ok that was very specific lmao maybe if you want to change or are not willing to write, that's fine with me.

anyway thanks, you are amazing 💗💗

aww thank you <3

don't ever worry about being too specific, I always love seeing what other people come up with :)

Tomorrow - Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

warnings: nsfw/minors do not interact. mutual pining, fluff. minor mention of violence. unprotected sex, quickie, fingering, hickeys, hair pulling, body worship (??? if you squint???). afab reader.

word count: 1.7k

It's hard to believe it's almost been a year.

Your shop had been open for barely a month. When you first moved to your neighborhood, it was made known to you it was a dangerous place. But rent was low, and the building was just too perfect to pass up on. Not many places had room for a bakery, and a space to live upstairs.

You were in over your head. But you were too stubborn to admit it.

It had caught his eye the moment he saw it. Maybe it was its cozy nature; a small shop tucked away, full of plants, a cat dozing off in the window. Or it could have been your inviting smile, the way you lit up as the door opened.

Every day he got the same order. By the end of the first week, you made sure to have it ready for him.

From the very beginning you faced issues. A business like yours attracted a lot of attention; good and bad. The local gangs knew you were bringing in money. They wanted a cut, and you weren't willing to give it to them.

You should have given it to them.

You were warned. They told you they'd come back. You were warned but didn't listen.

They trashed your shop. You swept broken glass from your floors for weeks before it finally came out. They were persistent; more than you ever thought. When you stood up to them, they threatened to kill you. They probably would have, had Bruno not stepped in. While you were willing to lay down your life for your business, he wasn't going to let you.

You're not quite sure what Bruno did, but you never saw those men again.

You never charged him for food again. If it meant he would keep coming back to your shop, you would do a lot of things. You said you owed him. At first, he was willing to accept. Weeks went on as you still refused his money. It got to the point where he felt bad. He hid money around your apartment hoping that you'd take the hint. But you never did.

You could never pay him back. Bruno claims you already have—with all the free food—but truly it's a debt that can't be repaid. Putting it lightly, you owe him your life.

The mess was cleaned up, but you'd never feel safe in your home again.

Over the past few months, Bruno had become one of your closest—if not your closest—friend. His little free time was spent at your shop. The two of you could talk for hours about nothing in particular. Business would come and go, but he was always there. If you called, he'd come running. You really didn't have to call. At the first sign of problems he was by your side.

Bruno's influence only works so much. He could only pay off those thugs for so long.

He was worried when you missed his call this morning.

His stomach sinks as he sees the broken glass.

You're not crying. You really don't look too upset. To you, this is the final nail in your coffin. You only notice him as he stops. You motion for him to sit next to you on the steps.

The people in this town are like vultures. They can sense any bit of fortune. Any money you have can't be kept for long. Stashing it away is never a good idea.

"What happened?" He asks.

"I didn't get my protection fees paid in time."

He takes a seat next to you. For the first time in his life, he feels speechless. As far as he knew, he'd taken care of this. Those thugs would have hell to pay.

"I want to join." You say.

"What?"

"I'm taking Polpo's test." You say. "I want to join Passione."

"Why?"

It's finally occurred to you how close your faces are.

You ball up your apron and toss it aside. You don't have a better answer for him. As much as you wish you did; you don't. You want to tell him anything but the truth. Really, he feels betrayed. Has he not done enough? Has this all gone to waste? He's tried all he can to keep you away from the gangs.

It seems it wasn't enough.

His grip on your arm tightens. You don’t dare look him in the eyes. As if you couldn't be more obvious. You nearly jump out of your skin as he licks a long stripe up your cheek. Instantly your face goes red. Your cheeks burn at the heat that sends right to your core. You're stammering out a few nonsensical sentence fragments.

"That's the taste of a liar, y/n."

You whip around to face him. "I want to be able to defend myself!"

The look in his eyes isn't what you expect. It's more a look of betrayal than anything. To be honest, you didn't expect him to have any reaction at all. He's rather adamant about keeping you away from Passione.

"I can protect you." His voice has gone oddly soft. "I'll take care of you."

Bruno's grip on your arms loosens.

He leans in for a kiss. It's soft, but his warmth lingers on your lips long after he's pulled away. He smells like fancy cologne, and almost like a restaurant, strangely enough. It's a weird, comforting mix of cooked food and expensive men's cologne.

He's wanted to do this since he first met you.

His hands move to cup your cheeks. They're so warm. It's hard to resist his touch. He looks at you with such longing that it makes your chest swell with affection. The heat in your face returns, but it's in less of a lewd manner. He admires every dip and curve of your clothed body; how your waist is cinched in whenever you wear your apron, how your strong hands work pastry dough into shape.

He leans in for another kiss. It's deeper this time, and leaves a longing ache in your chest. The rough muscle of his tongue presses past your lips. He tastes faintly of alcohol.

You're too impatient to get to your room. He'll settle on bending you over your apartment's kitchen counter. He wants to take his time with you, but for now, he's content with this. Maybe there'll be a second time.

His long fingers work to undo the buttons of your pants. You don't take a lot of prep work. You're already soaked. Two of his fingers press into you. They’re long, but fairly thin, and slide right into you. His fingers stroke against your g-spot as his thumb works circles around your clit. It doesn’t take him long to figure out just what makes you weak. Bruno has you a shaking, moaning mess in no time.

You lean against the counter, propping yourself up on your elbows. He wastes no time in freeing himself from his pants. His cock is built like the rest of him; long and dark. It’s girthy, but not intimidatingly big. The hairs towards the base are neatly trimmed, and the same color as the hair on his head. A vein runs up the bottom, only getting more prominent as he gets harder. He shoves your pants down to your knees.

Bruno groans as he sheathes himself in you. The feeling of your warm, wet cunt is intoxicating. Maybe he’s a bit more pent up than he thought. His hand buries in your hair. He leans forward to nip at your earlobe. Bruno coos words of praise into your ear, telling you how good you take him, how good you feel around him.

He rolls his hips against yours in desperate, quick motions. Bruno can't decide what to do with his hands. They're gripping your breasts, then your hips, then settling in your hair. He’ll have you like this again, he’s certain of it.

Heat pools in your stomach. His touch leaves you with an aching need for more.

"Fuck- I've wanted this for so long," he says, "you’re so beautiful.”

His fingers dig into your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He sucks a dark mark into your shoulder—one where you won’t be able to see it. It sends a whole new heat to your core. While his cock isn't the biggest, it curves in just a way that makes your toes curl.

He makes it known just what he thinks about you; babbling about how good you feel around him, about how long he’s wanted to do this.

The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room. If you had any neighbors, you'd certainly be getting noise complaints. Your moans are like music to his ears. You don't worry about being quiet. Let others hear you, what do you care?

"Harder Bruno!" You cry out.

He can't resist something as beautiful as you.

His free hand moves to your clit, tracing circles around the bundle of nerves. He works you up in a way you never knew possible. Your skin feels feverish, and sensitive to the touch. The heat in your stomach only gets more unbearable. You want to beg him to cum inside. You need him to cum inside. Your mind is too hazy to think of much else but him and the way he fucks into you. He leaves none of your sweet spots unstroked.

Something in you snaps. There’s not one specific thing that sends you over the edge; it's everything. You clench around him as you cum, crying out. The way you suck him back in is almost enough to send him over the edge.

His thrusts get sloppier as he nears his own orgasm. He scrambles against the counter for purchase, gripping the edge of it so tight his knuckles turn white. He doesn't want to risk cumming inside. He pulls out, giving himself a few pumps before cumming into his hand.

Bruno presses a kiss to the exposed flesh of your shoulder. Your skin is sticky with sweat. A tired, but pleased look spreads across your face. His hair tickles your neck. The sight of your shaky, sleepy form is almost enough to make him hard again.

You lean back into him, giggling. “We made a mess…”

“Want to make another?”

"Are you suggesting a round two?” It’s a joke, but you carry some seriousness behind it.

"Anything for you,"

#jjba x reader #bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #golden wind #vento aureo #not sfw #i forgot theres like three different ways to spell this guys name

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insomniacinserts · 3 years

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The confessor AU

Words - 4711 🥰🤤

AU - Father Clemens(c slater) is a professor at a religious school. Y/n is 18

A/N - I really pooped my blood, sweat and tears into this one. You kids are gonna eat well tonight 😘 sorry if it says michael Vincent anywhere it’s the name I used for y/n cause I wrote part of it in class. I’ll put a cut in it when I get to my pc I can’t open tumblr on my school computer

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“Mr. Y/N L/N.” Father Ortega stopped suddenly that I had bumped into him. He turned sharply and glared evilly before straightening out his attire and folding his hands neatly in front of him “I suggest you straighten yourself out before you step into your administrator's office. Father Clemens will decide a punishment fit for your sin.” I took a deep breath, I was pretty calm, way more so than I should be considering my situation. But Father Clemens was a pretty understanding holy figure, it’s what made him the most popular of the staff for confessions and counseling, so I had a pretty good feeling that Father Clemens would understand and not be too cruel.

“Y/N L/N, good to see you son. step in and have a seat.” Father Ortega nodded to Father Clemens then turned to leave and shut the door, once the lock clicked behind Father Ortega the room had fallen into an increasingly awkward silence, and the sheer embarrassment of my current situation snuck up on me and slapped me right in the face, the embarrassing shame had prompted a certain uneasy restlessness to settle in my limbs, I couldn't help but to slide down in my seat or keep my leg from bouncing rapidly and my fingers from picking at seemingly nothing on my hand “what is the problem that brought you in here today, Y/N?” Once Father Clemens had finished his paperwork he ended the uneasy silence that Father Ortega had left behind him. He sat with his hands folded sternly in front of him, he had tried to meet my gaze but quit when I continued to avoid him.

“If I am correct Father. Father Ortega had sent you an email before escorting me down here.”

Father Clemens sucked in a deep breath and unfolded his hands to look something up on his laptop “you are correct, Y/N” he turned away from his laptop to look back at me “but I want to hear it from you.” Father Clemens leaned back in his chair and ran his palms on his pants then he stood and made his way around his desk and stood behind the chair. I sat in “sit in your chair the correct way Y/N.” his hands came around the chair to grip my biceps firmly and followed stiffly pulling me up in the chair “back straight.” his hands ran up from my biceps and stopped on my shoulders to straighten out my back on the chair. “If you think I'm going to go easy on you and let you off with a slap on the wrist, you're wrong Y/N L/N.” he made his way to the side of the chair and sat in the one next to mine “do you understand that lust is a big thing? It's not something the board wants to be treated lightly.” I nod and look down at my hands in my lap, Father Clemens’s warm hand came up to grip my jaw and turned my face to him “I'm messing with you, kiddo. Loosen up, ok?” Father Clemens chuckled and sat back in his chair with his arms settled neatly on the armrests.

“In my opinion, kid. The bord and the teachers here are all way too uptight. You're a teenage boy, you're going to get those urges, you've got mass amounts of testosterone flowing through you. I couldn't help myself when I was younger.” I tried to bite back the flush on my cheeks at the thought of teenage Father Clemens touching himself so intimately but I was unsuccessful, the warmth of blood rushed through my cheeks coloring them a light pink then to a darker red when I glanced over at Father Clemens to see him staring straight at me with a smirk on his face. “A man thinking of another man in such a way as you are now is also a sin, young Y/N L/N.” Father Clemens shifted his chair closer to me then leaned forward bracing his elbows onto his knees “but you would know that already. Correct?” a sharp chill ran up my spine and the hairs on my neck stood. Father Clemens was not only the senior’s head administrator but he was the school's psyche counselor, and if I were to say he was a bad counselor I would be punished for untruthful accusations.

Even then, the way the school is run is purely based on academic achievements. So if Father Clemens was a bad counselor and it was reported by multiple students or student's legal guardians they would be dismissed, Due to Father Clemens’s charming academic records, his degrees, and his essays. Though when I say the complaints would be dismissed I only mean for the legal guardians, the students don't get off as lucky.

So him suggesting that I am romantically and sexually attracted to the same gender is terrifying on its own, even if what he was suggesting was wrong. “Anyway.” Father Clemens’ voice was like a gunshot, even louder accompanied by the loud clap he made when he stood up. It all made me jump and Father Clemens’s chuckle did nothing for my rapidly beating heart “relax kiddo. I didn't mean to scare you like that.” Father Clemens had stopped making his way back to his chair behind his desk and stood calmly behind my chair. “There's nothing wrong with thinking of sleeping with a man when you're alone, son.” His big warm hands settled to rub small sharp circles into my shoulders massaging out the tense knots “the church board and the school aren't very good at getting with the program.” his hands took to rubbing softly on my shoulders very melodically back and forth as if he were trying to calm me down. His hands stilled and he leaned down to whisper in my ear “you don't gotta worry about that kiddo. Ok?” he paused to watch me nod, his hands came up to my collarbone and ran his thumb over the nape of my neck “I’ll take care of you, kiddo. They won't bother you because of who you are.”

Father Clemens backed away from my chair suddenly and walked around to sit in his chair behind his desk. “You finished with your classes?” he turned to his laptop and began to type “no, um it should be around lunchtime now. Someone told Father Ortega that I was committing a sin and he came to get me to take me down here.” Father Clemens stopped typing and looked at me over his laptop “someone told him? He didn't catch you in the act?” Father Clemens’ stern gaze shot straight down my spine and sent me to a full-body shiver “no. he didn’t Father.” Father Clemens took a deep breath then closed his laptop to set it off to the side “who told him? Were they telling the truth?” Father Clemens leaned forward in his chair and folded his hands back nicely in his lap “it was one of the nuns students. She had begun propositioning me for a relationship and something more, back around October so a few months, and considering the circumstances every time she propositioned me I had respectfully declined.” Father Clemens pursed his lips and nodded rocking slightly in his chair.

“What was so different this time? Why did she lie about something like that?” I slid back down in the chair but quickly sat back up and corrected my posture after Father Clemens gave me a disapproving look “I had told her that if she kept propositioning me like that I would tell her administrator about her inappropriate behavior but she took it a lot worse than I thought and after she told Father Ortega she went around telling her classmates and my classmates as well as my friends that I was gay.” Father Clemens sighed and let his head fall forward slightly “have you eaten, son?” Father Clemens reached under his desk and brought out a bag that he stuffed his laptop in and set ti back down onto the floor “no, I have not Father” Father Clemens nodded and stood from his seat “I’m going to take you down to the detention hall and have you sit in there for a few of your lectures while I speak to Sister Mary. Father Young will get you lunch. What was the girl's name?” I shook my head and looked down at my lap “I'm not going to tell you.”

Father Clemens signed “are your peers saying anything to you?” I blinked rapidly to stop tears from coming and I pinched the inside of my hand “Mr. Y/N L/N. You look at me when I talk to you and you answer when you are asked a question.” Father Clemens' voice had lowered and out of the corner of my eye I could see his shined shoes move around his desk and stop to the side of me “look at me, son.” I shook my head and kept my eyes on the ground. “Son. I need to know these things.” his big hand had found its way under my chin and he gently lifted my face to him “are your teachers saying anything.” I averted my eyes and looked at the front of his button-down; it was in pristine shape, it was ironed, cleaned, it didn't have lint or hair on it and pretty soon I found myself wondering what human could keep something that clean “what are they saying, Y/N L/N.” Father Clemens’ voice was sharp and stern and it cut me from my daydream, but before I could say anything there was a soft knock on the door.

Father Clemens pulled back and straightened himself out before going over and opening the door “hello dear Grace Butler. I'm with a student at this moment but I'll have you sit in one of those chairs over there.” my blood ran cold at the mention of her name and my hands gripped the armrests “is the student in there Y/N L/N?” her voice made bile rise in my throat and the hair on the back of my neck stand “did you need something with him?” I could hear the cogs in Father Clemens' head-turning and figuring out what she was doing here “yes actually. It's very important and you two have been in there for an hour and a half, I’ve been waiting for him out here. It will only take a second and then you can get back to whatever you're doing.” I turned around to look out the door and see Grace standing there with her hands folded in front of her and an innocent smile on her face that turned to a sinister one when she caught my gaze and at that moment I could tell that Father Clemens had figured it out.

Father Clemens stood to the side and motioned for her to come in “it shouldn't be too important to not talk about it in front of me Ms. Grace Butler.” her smile faltered a little but she shook it off and stepped into Father Clemens office. She unfolded her hands and sat down beside me. I tried my hardest to scoot away from her but I couldn't go any further than the chair allowed. I heard Father Clemens shut the door, I didn't want to look behind me in case grace would try something but when Father Clemens passed me going back to his desk he gave a soft squeeze to my bicep. “Now. don’t let me bother you, kay?” Father Clemens picked his bag up from the floor and pulled out his laptop “I’m going to do some work, and when your done Ms. Grace if you would let yourself out Mr. Y/N L/N and I are still in the middle of a conversation so don’t beat around the bush, keep things to the point.” Father Clemens looked pointedly at me before opening up his laptop and getting to work.

“Y/N I have something very important to tell you.” grace began to fiddle with the ends of her blouse, I looked over and caught Father Clemens suspicious gaze “I’ve gotten expelled.” my brows shot up to my hairline and I snapped my head over to look at Father Clemens who in turn looked back at me with the same amount of confusion and surprise written on his face that I’m feeling “and why would you get expelled, Ms. Grace?” grace, still facing me, rolls her eyes at Father Clemens before putting on a sad innocent look and looking over at Father Clemens “they found out I was pregnant. I haven’t told them who the father was,” grace looks at me and scoots closer “because I didn’t want you to get expelled, Y/N.” I flinch at the obvious lie “alright, thank you very much for your time, Ms. Grace. Please see yourself out now. Mr. Y/N L/N and I have business that needs to be discussed. You, dear lady shout be with your headmistress.” grace holds eye contact and the smug look returns to her face before dropping when she gets up to leave the room “ill send Sister Mary to fetch you.” grace nods and leaves the room with a bounce in her step.

“Father- I- let me explain. Please.” Father Clemens holds his hand out to stop me from talking further “kiddo.” he locks his eyes with mine “I have a bachelor’s in psychology. Even then it doesn’t take a bachelor’s degree to see she’s lying. Your a good student, and a very good boy. even The head would doubt you’d do anything of the sort.” the light praise had sent a shiver down my spine that I prayed Father Clemens overlooked, then as suddenly as it came his soft look was replaced with a stern one “Grace Butler.” cold dread settled back into my skin I had thought we were going to move past this “Father. Please can we drop it? I can handle the things people are saying myself and you heard grace. Shes being expelled that’s one of my problems gone.” during my frustrating speech Father Clemens had walked around and sat on his desk in front of me “kiddo. This is our problem. I’m your administrator, I’m in charge of you and I care about you. I’m not going to let you handle this yourself. Your such a good kid, you focus on your classwork, and ill focus on this. Ok?” Father Clemens didn’t give me any time to answer before he picked up his office phone and dialed what I think Sister Mary’s phone number was.

I sighed and tuned out of the conversation in favor of studying a painting of what looked to be a nun in a forest at dawn or dusk on Father Clemens wall “hey. Kiddo.” I flinched and snapped my yead to Father Clemens backing my head away from his fingers snapping in front of my face “yeah? Sorry. I wasn’t listening.” Father Clemens smiled and let his hands fall to grip his desk “I asked if you lived on campus, I wanted to walk you back to your dorm.” I looked down at my watch “it’s five already? I’ve been in here the whole school day and I haven’t realized it. It felt like an hour the most.” Father Clemens chuckled and smiled amused by my current situation. He cleared his throat before standing up and going over to the coat rack by his door “do you live off-campus, son?” I rub the back of my neck “yeah actually.” I stood and walked through the door that Father Clemens opened for me “do you have a car?” he put on his jacket and slung his bag over his shoulder “no Father I don’t. Usually, I catch the bus.” Father Clemens turns away from me to lock his door “it’s too late for you to catch the bus now. I’ll drive you, kiddo.” Father Clemens turns back to me with a sincere smile and shoves his keys back into his pocket “no. Father I cant ask you to do that. It’s too far out of your way.” Father Clemens puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me further away from the way I came earlier and down a smaller hall to a door that led out to the staff parking lot

“I’m not letting you walk in this weather, not with that light hoodie. You’ll catch a cold then I won’t be able to see your pretty face tomorrow during the sermon.” my face flushes but it’s not because of the wether, Father Clemens hand had started to rub small circles into the small of my back as he was leading me to his car. “If it’s out of my way. Invite me in for a drink.” we get to his car and he opens the door for me “all I have is coffee Father.” Father Clemens gives me a look that he knows I’m a teenager and that I’m lying “you’d be watching me sin father.” the statement sounded a lot dirtier out loud than it did in my head and it seemed to sound dirty to Father Clemens because he chuckles and shakes his head before straightening out and leaning closer to my face “son. You’d be surprised how many sins id watch you commit.” my breath catches in my throat and my cheeks turn a darker red “get in the car. Son.” Father Clemens’s voice had taken on a darker tone and turned rough like he was thinking about me doing what he was mentioning. Suddenly I remember something that Father Clemens said earlier and a graphic image of Father Clemens touching himself flashed through my mind but instead of his face and body being younger it was how he looked now.

I nod and hastily get in the car, I go to buckle the seatbelt but Father Clemens stops me by leaning down into the car and grabbing my wrist “looks like you’ve got a problem there, son.” Father Clemens splayed one of his hands out on my thigh, the simple action, forcing me to be painfully aware of my hard cock straining against my jeans “sorry Father.” Father Clemens finished buckling the seatbelt and got into the car on the drivers’ side “as I said earlier, kiddo. A man thinking of another man in such a way is a great sin. If you don’t confess, ill have to deal with you as your administrator.” the current reality of what was happening sent chills down my spine and more blood down to my cock. “You won’t have to punish me, Father. I’ll confess.” I put on my best innocent pupil voice “even with your confession ill still have to deal with you as your administrator. We weren’t off the school grounds when you sinned.” I ran my hands up and down my thighs trying to keep them busy to avoid touching myself “what are you wanting to do kid?” Father Clemens’s tone changed and he got more serious, my cock was hard and straining the fabric of my jeans painfully “it hurts father.” his car slows to a stop in front of my apartment building let’s go inside kiddoI’llll deal with you where no one can see you. I want everything I’m about to see to be reserved for only me. I want to be the only man to see your cock hard like that and your nipples so purt and pretty.” I had to bite back a gasp when Father Clemens finger came up to circle my nipple “I want to be the only one to hear the pretty noises you make.” he leans over the center console to lick and nip over my addams apple, the action sending a jolt to my cock making it twitch and a breathy noise come out of my mouth “I want to be the only one to feel how tight you wrap around my cock and how pretty your face looks when you get my dick down your throat.” his hand falls from my nipple to run his palm lightly and playfully over my bulge “I want to be the only one to see you cum.” his palm ground down harder on my cock and forced a guttural moan out of the back of my throat.

Father Clemens growls in my ear and takes his hand from my pants “get inside boy.” the Fathers voice was rough and his pupils were blown wide “yes Father.” he unbuckled both of our seatbelts and waited for me to move around the car on the sidewalk “just call me daniel, son.” once on the sidewalk I pause to fish the keys from my pocket and flip through them to get the apartments front door key “you got it kiddo?” Father Clemens comes up behind me and settles his hand on the small of my back “yeah.” he nudges me forward and stays beside me with his hand on my back the whole way to the elevator.

“Comere kiddo.” Fathe Clemens voice was rough and he tugged me forward by my belt loops once the elevator doors closed “you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” his voice got quieter with each word as his face lowered to mark hickies on my neck “tell me how long Father.” Father Clemens huffs against my neck and pulls back when the elevator dings, I wait for an answer but his hand finds its way to my back and he playfully pushes me forward “I thought I told you to drop the Father.” I smile and walk toward the end of the hall to my apartment door “you still have your collar on Father, I wouldn’t want to disrespect a man of God.” I playfully sway my hips in front of him and open the door, but before I could fully get in Father Clemens takes me by the scruff of my hoodie and swiftly moves both of us into my apartment, I don’t get a chance to flip on the lights before Father Clemens body is pinning my body against the door “stay.” he nips playfully at my earlobe and slowly backs away giving me room to turn around.

Father Clemens has his jacket off and tossed to the side and he’s taking his collar off with a hungry look, once-off he tosses his things to the side and pins my body back against the door, but this time instead of his clothed cock against the curve of my ass he’s pushing his hips into mine “no more father.” he presses a cheeky kiss to my lips and reaches between us to unbutton the first few buttons on his white shirt “fine. Would sir be better?” a smug smirk makes its way on my face when his breath catches in his throat and I take the short moment of surprise to flip us around, this time pressing his back against the door “your gonna kill me kid.” his voice sounded even more wrecked, I shake my head with a small smile on my face and lock eyes with him “actually I’m going to suck your dick first. Sir.” I draw the word out and slowly sink to my knees keeping eye contact.

“Kid-” his voice shakes and he fists a hand in my hair and tugs gently “what’s wrong sir?” he moans and bucks his hips, his clothed bulge nearly comes in contact with my chin but I settle my hand on his him and mouth hotly at his bulge “god that’s good kiddo.” he tugs my head back with his grip in my hair and undoes his belt “common kiddo lemme see your pretty lips wrapped around my dick.” I nod swiftly and shakily undo his pants so I can free his cock from his boxers. when it’s free I thank god that I got on my knees cause his cock looked so good; it was flushed at the tip, not small at all, and on top of that his cock was thick so thick my own twitched in my pants and I couldn’t help grinding the heel of my palm onto it “sir, I don’t think its gonna fit.” I hear a dull thud and look up to see he’s let his head fall back against the door “kiddo if you keep talking like that you’re not going to get a taste before I cum” Father Clemens foot nudged my hand away from my dick and took its place pressing down teasingly “I’m gonna put it in my mouth now Father.” Father Clemens’s foot pulled away from my cock “what did I say about calling me faAH” Father Clemens couldn’t finish his sentence before his cock was in my mouth, I tried taking all of his cock in my throat but gaged “oh, fuck kiddo. It feels so good when you gag around me like that.” I hummed and tried again, this time breathing through my nose. I took him a little further than before but still gagged “god. Common kiddo you can take it.” Father Clemens hands fisted in my hair and mine came up to wrap around what part of his cock I couldn’t fit in my mouth “let me fuck your face kid. Please.” I took a deep ragged breath in through my nose and let my hands fall to Father Clemens’ thighs. I looked up through my lashes when I heard a soft sigh, he was looking down at me with a look on his face that I didn’t recognize, and as if he could sense I was distracted he delivered a particularly deep thrust,

When he pulled back I could feel spit dribble down my chin “I wish you could see yourself son, god, you’re so beautiful.” Father Clemens started with a slow and deep pace lightly scratching his fingertips on my scalp “taking my cock so well baby. So good.” he pets the side of my jaw with his thumb then pushes my head down on his cock slowly until my nose was buried in his pubes “that’s it sweetheart. Breathe in through your nose. I wanna see how well your ass takes my cock.” with that he lets me pull off, I couldn’t help taking deep gulps of air and fuck I could already tell how wrecked my voice would be. “Get up son, let’s go to your room.”

#the confessor #the confession #christian slater #Father Clemens x male reader #Christian slater x male reader

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Day 21: You, again- Max Phillips

Day 21: You, again - Max Phillips

Pairing: Max Phillips x Reader

Warning: Cursing 18 +

A/N: This story was requested by @phoenixhalliwell who is one of my favorite people I talk to on Tumblr. She writes some fantastic Triple Frontier stuff so check it out! Also, this is my first time writing for Max Phillips so I hope you enjoy!

November Writing Challenge Masterlist

Day 20: Hello - Poe Dameron

Monday

“Ugh!” you shout kicking towards the copier.

“You know if you break it you gotta buy it, sweetheart,” you jump half a foot in the air before turning around gasping at the smirking face of Max Phillips, your boss.

“FUCK! You scared the shit out of me! I didn’t even hear you come up behind me!”

“Oh, no are you ok pumpkin?” Oh how much you hated the pet names.

You roll your eyes before turning back to the infuriating machine, “I’m fine,” you grind your teeth doing your best to ignore him. It was only too much of a wish for him to leave you alone.

He leans against the copier and smirks at you, “So I was wondering about dinne-”

“Listen here Mr. Phillips, I am not interested in anything you are offering. So if you could kindly fuck off that would be great, thank you.”

He pouts, before crossing his arms over his chest, “you know I could fire you for talking to me like th-”

You cut him off again grabbing your finished copies and facing him, “But you won’t because then you would lose your best salesman and the company would plummet.” You walk away tightly holding your papers to your chest and returning to your desk. Leaving a gaping Max Phillips behind.

Tuesday

You bob your head along to the music playing from the small speaker at your desk. Fully concentrating on finishing the proposal for Friday when you feel the presence of someone standing behind you.

You slowly turn in your chair and see Max Phillips creeping over your shoulder at your computer.

“AHH!” you scream, “You fucking asshole why do you insist on sneaking up on me!”

He raises his hands in mock surrender, before lowering them. His signature smirk gracing his lips, “I’m not sneaking up on you sweet-cheeks, can I help it if you’re not observant of your surroundings?”

You scoff rolling away from him. He leans down closer and you can feel his breath against your neck. “I brought you something,” he says quietly. Placing a small white box on your desk.

You stop typing momentarily before you hesitantly reach for the box. Fully expecting something to jump out at you. You place the lid of the box aside and look puzzled at a new pair of purple earbuds. Yours had broken last week when stupid Evan wasn’t looking where he was going and crushed yours.

“Purple’s my favorite color...how did yo-” You look around but he’s gone. No trace of Max at all. You tentatively plug them into the small speaker still half expecting them to blow up and when they don’t you place them in your ears. These were a lot nicer than your last ones. Interesting.

Wednesday

Lunchtime. The one time a day you can escape the freezing office and get some peace. You had made it a habit over the past few months since Max’s arrival to eat in your car with the heat on so you can finally escape the chill.

You look in the fridge for your lunchbox but it’s gone. You take out every single bag from the fridge before replacing them. Some fucker took your lunch! You stalk like a cheetah throughout the cubicles before you land upon Tim. Who is greedily eating up your Philly cheesesteak leftovers from the night before as he watches cartoons on youtube.

“Are you fucking serious?!” you shout startling him, “You took my lunch! Why don’t you just eat your own!?”

“Oh shit, hmm I can explain...oh fuck… I was just so hungry and it was just there. Your not mad right?” he stutters.

You can feel your blood pressure rise and reach around him to grab your lunchbox, smacking him upside the head with it before storming out. When you reach your car you note the time and scream knowing you don’t have enough time to go get something. Your head hits the steering wheel and you scream again.

Suddenly a knock sounds from your passenger window and you jump. Looking up into the slightly concerned eyes of your boss. You put a hand to your chest before putting down the window on the right, “I swear to god I think you are trying to murder me by scaring me to death!”

“Unlock the door,” he tells you and at this point, you can’t think of a good reason not to.

You click the button and the door unlocks. Max gets in with a loud rustling sound, closing the door behind him. “For the record cupcake, if I wanted to murder you, you would know. No, I saw you in the fridge hunting for food and decided to be a nice boss for once and bring you lunch, you like empanadas right?”

You look at him like he’s grown an extra head before nodding, “Yes…? They’re my favorite food...how did yo-”

He hands you the container and tucks into the other one himself. Neither of you saying anything. When the clock strikes 11:25 you clean up the small mess you made and lock eyes with Max. His food sits half-eaten in the box and he’s just staring at you.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers but it’s so low your not sure you heard him right.

“What?” you ask.

“I said you’re a mess, here,” he hands you a napkin and you wipe your face.

“Thank you...for everything,” you tell him smiling softly.

“Can’t have my best employee starve to death can I?” he takes the containers from your hands before getting out of the car. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. Curious.

Thursday

Thirsty Thursday with your old college buddies tonight you decide to dress up for work. Wearing a deep blood red halter dress that stops just above your knees, a black cardigan, and black kitten heels. You can’t help but admire your reflection in the metal walls of the elevator.

All-day you’d received compliments and it felt damn good but someone was surprisingly absent. The only trace of him you had seen all day was a still-warm guava and cheese empanada on your desk with a note.

You look ravishing, kitten.

You blush before tucking the note safely into your clutch. When the day finally ends you confidently stalk past his office and you’re disappointed to see it dark. Its occupant already long gone for the day. You shrug, oh well. At least today you didn’t get the shit scared out of you again.

At the club, your friends are well on their way to being drunk and you take two shots to try to catch up. “LET’S DANCE!” they cheer pulling you toward the lights of the dance-floor.

You bump, grind, and groove to the music and the liquor flows freely until you find yourself more relaxed than you had been all week. “SHOTS!” your friend shouts heading back over to the table but you’re lost in the rhythm of the music and shout back that you’re staying.

It only takes a moment before hands snake around your waist and pulls you flush with someone’s back. You gasp when you feel the freezing cold hands pull you tight, and someone’s breath in your ear. “Hi baby,” he whispers in your ear and you melt. Turning around in his arms.

“You, again. What have I told you about scaring me?” you scoff but don’t move away, taking a step closer.

He moves his hands up and pushes your hair behind your ears, his hands running down your neck and holding you. His thumbs lazily caressing your cheeks, “it’s not my fault your unobservant of your surroundings doll. But, also I like to keep you on your toes. Always waiting for me to show up. I know you missed me today. I saw you saunter that sweet body past my office before you left...you wanted me to see you.”

Your cheeks heat and you let out a small puff of air...ah fuck it.

Closing the distance between you and kissing him softly. You bring your hands up and mess up his perfect hair before he opens to you. He tastes like peppermint and a slight coppery tang and you feel consumed by him. Despite how cold he is you are burning alive. All your senses heightened and you lose yourself in him. The crowded club is gone until it’s only you and him.

When you finally break to breathe he pulls you close and traces his hands slowly over your curves. “I’ve been wanting to do that for months,” he whispers in your ear, “but every time I got close enough...you would scream and curse at me. Kind of ruined the mood…”

You laugh and hug him tightly before kissing him again, “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Oh fuck yes,” he pulls you towards the door, out of the club, and towards a new tomorrow.

Day 22: Distorted Sounds

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Projecting Story Elements for Magic: the Gathering in 2022

OK, I love the Magic: the Gathering storyline which ranks near the top on my list of favorite hobbies on Tumblr. This year brings numerous opportunities to speculate on the story elements for this year’s premier MTG sets! So for this post I am going to speculate on:

1. Potential story elements of the set

2. Specific events which may occur

3. Planeswalkers who may appear in the set

I will go set by set, and try to incorporate as much known knowledge as possible! I may update my thoughts as sets (and stories from released sets) become known as the year progresses. Without further ado!

Innistrad: Crimson Vow

Technically not in 2022, but coming soon none-the-less! We know lots about the story elements, considering Crimson Vow takes place directly after Midnight Hunt.

Story Elements:

The first known thing about Crimson Vow is the “Biggest vampire wedding in Innistrad history!” which will unite the Voldaren and Markov bloodlines. We also know from the story so far that night on Innistrad is overcoming day. Humans who once turned to Avacyn for safety increasingly look to other sources for protection, including ancient magics forgotten when Sorin created Avacyn. One Coven seeks to restore the balance, and needs the Moonsilver Key in the Celestus to perform the ritual.

We also know part of the Gatewatch: Teferi, Chandra and Kaya came to Innistrad to assist Arlinn Kord, who seeks to help restore the Day/Night balance on her home plane. Now, while Arlinn & the Gatewatch succeed in finding the Moonsilver Key, and also succeed in starting the ritual: I do not believe the ritual passes. I suspect Olivia Valdaren ends the ritual and blocks it based on the card: Olivia’s Midnight Ambush. The flavor text on this card reads:

"And you were almost finished with that ritual, weren't you, darling? How very rude of me. To make it up to you, I'll send you an invitation to my wedding."

I suspect her raid ends the ritual, kills the Coven leader, and spirals us into Crimson Vow.

Overall, this suggests that much of the plot of Crimson Vow will surround new attempts to restore the balance between Day and Night. I suspect Sorin Markov, who fights Sigarda in a rage, will unite with the Gatewatch (and Arlinn Kord, & Sigarda) to save the plane. How they do this is not revealed as of yet. However, I suspect one plot detail has been spoiled for the set and thats....

Specific Events:

Edgar Markov marries Olivia Valdaren.

Olivia is the known progenitor of the Voldaren line, as Edgar Markov is the known progenitor of the Markov line. At first I felt Sorin would marry Olivia, but I find this unlikely as Olivia despises Sorin (and refuses to save him at the end of Eldritch Moon). Sorin may care for the future of Innistrad but he remains hedonistic and petty; he spends the end of Episode 2 in this story line griping about how nobody sacrificed as much as he did for the plane and why should he be expected to give more? He also treats Nahiri quite shallowly when she arrives on Innistrad to demand he help her fix Zendikar.

More importantly, however, we also get card evidence that Edgar Markov is involved in this story, specifically: Fateful Absence. The flavor text for this card reads:

“Sensing a plot, Sorin raced to his grandfather's resting-crypt. But someone else had gotten there first.“

The plot going like this, I suspect, for the story:

A) Our heroes (the Gatewatch, Sigarda, Arlinn) regroup after Olivia invokes eternal night by defeating the ritual.

B) They join up with Sorin Markov, who is now angry at Olivia for convincing his grandfather to marry her, and hatch a plan to stop the wedding

C) Olivia marries Edgar

D) The wedding turns into a bloody mess as the Gatewatch, Arlinn, & Sigarda all try to reverse the damage. Sorin spends the story finding a way to get revenge.

E) One of Edgar or Olivia survives

F) Emrakul is released and everybody dies (Just kidding)

Anyway, with all of this laid out that leaves us with potential planeswalkers.

Planeswalker Appearances:

Each set I will assume only three planeswalkers appear, with speculation for a fourth & fifth.

We already know Arlinn Kord, Teferi, & Sorin Markov will get cards; Arlinn & Teferi will not get cards in this set since they appeared in Midnight Hunt. Sorin Markov appears on the packaging, which nearly guarantees his appearance as a card in this set.

Slot 1: Sorin Markov, WB

Now, Chandra Nalaar and Kaya both appear in the story. The next quesiton would be: do they get cards in the 2nd set since they are known to appear in the story? It’s a tough call. Chandra would fit in nicely since Sorin will almost certainly appear as a WB planeswalker granting a third color for balance purposes. Kaya, on the other hands, presents two problems. First, she shares her color identity with the story’s likely main character. Second, she already got a card recently in Kaldheim (which is still in Standard). I would guess she lacks a card in the set.

Slot 1: Sorin Markov, WB Slot 2: Chandra Nalaar, R

Now we’re into more speculative territory. I highly doubt we only get two planeswalkers in the set, which leaves open a spot for a new planeswalker (likely a blue planeswalker). That being said, I would not be surprised if Tamiyo makes an appearance in the 3rd slot; she appeared in both previous stops in Innistrad, and two of her colors would fill out the color balancing in the set so far.

Slot 1: Sorin Markov, WB Slot 2: Chandra Nalaar, R Slot 3: Tamiyo, U

Other potential planeswalkers include the aforementioned Kaya, Tibalt (who would love to spoil a wedding), & Davirel Cane. If I had to make a stab at a fourth walker I’d gamble and guess Davriel, with a final list of:

Slot 1: Sorin Markov, WB Slot 2: Chandra Nalaar, R Slot 3: Tamiyo, U Slot 4: Davriel Cane, B

Kamigawa: Neon Dynasty

Story Elements:

So little is known about the new set except that the set takes place concurrently in the present, and that the set will feature both a new planeswalker, Keito, and that the current Emperor of Kamigawa is “someone we’re familiar with” which sadly does not tell us much. Let’s start by considering some known characters from the original block:

Toshiro Umezawa. Toshi is definitely not the emperor. First, Toshi was sent to Dominaria by the Myojin of Night’s Reach at the end of the block (and his descendent will eventually kill Nicol Bolas). Second, he’d almost assuredly be dead by now.

Hidetsugu. An ogre who joined with the Oni of All Consuming Chaos, he could conceivably be alive at this point, although he would not be my guess.

The Myojin of Night’s Reach. Unlikely. While powerful enough, ambitious enough, to try: I just do not see her being able to take the power. She was defeated by Bolas sometime after the events of the original block, for instance.

The Sisters of Flesh & Spirit. Better known as “That Which was Taken” and “Michiko Konda” both characters join at the end of the 3rd book. They’re the most likely candidate to run the whole plane, the only downside is I doubt many players actually know who they are, or how they became one.

However, their union would potentially explain the futuristic nature of the plane. If the Emperor is both spirit and flesh, then the spirit world (Kakuriyuo) & physical world (Utsushiyo) may have joined as well, giving the plane its current futuristic (dare I say: neon) appearance.

Specific Events:

I will only predict one event in this set, and that’s the appearance from Tamiyo’s story circle. I would be shocked if this relatively well known gathering is not referenced in the set. It would be a surprise, to say the least.

Planeswalker Appearances:

First thing’s first: Keito is confirmed for the set. We do not know what color identity he has yet, but they did call Keito a “cyber ninja” in the video. Ninjas are a pretty evenly split tribe between blue and black, so I will call Keito a UB planeswalker for now:

Slot 1: Keito, UB

I cannot imagine them returning to Kamigawa without bringing back Tamiyo. I know she literally is predicted to appear in Innistrad: Crimson Vow but I think predicting her here is also plausible.

Slot 1: Keito, UB Slot 2: Tamiyo, U

Next, they also mentioned that a “mysterious planeswalker” would make an appearance in this set as well. Now, they did not say whether this planeswalker was a new planeswalker or a returning planeswalker. Some planeswalkers we know of who I would classify as mysterious include: Kasmina, The Raven Man, The Wanderer, Davriel Cane, Ashiok, & Aminatou. Ashiok is currently investigating New Phyrexia and shares my predicted colors with Keito; Davriel (I think) is a strange fit on this set, and I do not see us learning about the Raven Man absent Liliana. That leaves the Wanderer, Aminatou, or Kasmina. We did just see Kasmina and I do suspect she plays a role in whatever arc they are building up to, but she conflicts with Keito & Tamiyo. That leaves the Wanderer or Aminatou. Given Mark Rosewater’s doubts about Aminatou (and her own conflicts) I predict The Wanderer.

Slot 1: Keito, UB Slot 2: Tamiyo, U Slot 3: The Wanderer, W

That does leave room for a walker with red and green. Samut fits in, but I will guess Sarkhan who originally appeared Gruul, and may visit with Narset.

Slot 1: Keito, UB Slot 2: Tamiyo, U Slot 3: The Wanderer, W Slot 4: Sarkhan Vol, RG

Streets of New Capenna

Planeswalker Appearances:

So little is known about this new plane that I will limit myself to guessing planeswalkers. Ob Nixilis is confirmed, and this is a wedge set, so I am predicting they finally print Nixilis as a Rakdos planeswalker.

Slot 1: Ob Nixilis, BR

They also confirmed this plane is “special” to Elspeth. You do not name drop that and not include her.

Slot 1: Ob Nixilis, BR Slot 2: Elspeth, W

OK. As far as I know: Ajani has not reunited with Elspeth yet, which suggests to me that there is room for a reunion in this set.

Slot 1: Ob Nixilis, BR Slot 2: Elspeth, W Slot 3: Ajani Goldmane, WG

Calix would be my second choice, same colors, since he is currently chasing her. If there is one other potential walker I would guess a new walker. I honestly do not see what other walker would fit here, especially with Nixilis taking up the BR space in this scenario.

Dominaria United

Specific Events:

If you read the first story from Midnight Hunt you know that Teferi helped Wrenn find her seventh tree to bond with, and that Wrenn offered to help Teferi repair the damage his spell phasing out Zhalfir from Dominaria did to both his home and his plane. Given the name I predict Teferi works with Wrenn to restore Dominaria to its full state.

I also predict that Teferi, Karn, & Ajani all work together to plan out the destruction of New Phyrexia (with an eventual showdown sometime in 2023).

Planeswalker Appearances:

I think Dominaria United will act like a traditional core set. So, with that being said, I think the following walkers appear:

Slot 1: Teferi, U Slot 2: Wrenn, G

As said above, I think a big part of the story line is Teferi bringing Zhalfir back to Dominaria. That requires both Wrenn and Teferi, and since this is a core set both will get only a single color.

Slot 1: Teferi, U Slot 2: Wrenn, G Slot 3: Ajani, W

Ajani will return helping Teferi and Karn plan the destruction of New Phyrexia. Since Ajani is base white its a good fit. There are plenty of mono red planeswalkers but only two which make story sense. The first is Koth, but since I doubt he leaves New Phyrexia I do not think he makes an appearance. My guess is Jaya Ballard, a native Dominarian, will show up in the fourth spot instead.

Slot 1: Teferi, U Slot 2: Wrenn, G Slot 3: Ajani, W Slot 4: Jaya Ballard, R

The 5th spot is the one I am not sure of; if Wizards wanted to tell a largely Dominarian story they would bring back Liliana Vess, but I do not think she quite makes sense for this story as she is in hiding and as far as I know her appearance would not sit well with Teferi and Ajani (Gatewatch members). I will toss out three possibilities: 1) Sorin Markov (guessing Teferi recruits him to protect Innistrad against an inter-planar threat), 2) Davriel Cane, or 3) Karn (and go colorless). They could also just include Karn as a 6th walker like Core Set 2021. For now, I will assume Karn as the 5th walker.

Slot 1: Teferi, U Slot 2: Wrenn, G Slot 3: Ajani, W Slot 4: Jaya Ballard, R Slot 5: Karn, C

The Brothers War

This set does not require speculation since the story has already been told. I would highly recommend reading the book. The only thing I will say for certain is: Urza finally gets a real planeswalker card.

#magic the gathering #kamigawa #streets of new capenna #dominaria united #innistrad #crimson vow

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WELL. Episode 3 of Word of Honor.

First of all: If you are NEW or JUST VISITING, this is a re-watch, so there are SPOILERS not just for this ep, but for the ENTIRE SHOW. A lot of them, actually. Scroll away and come back later if you haven’t seen all 36.5 eps and want to watch it unspoiled.

So, this ep feels a little disjointed. I don’t think it actually is, not in the way the back nine are a speedrun where the writing starts to feel like it’s thisclose to coming off the rails, but it feels like it, in that we’re now getting a double handful of threads thrust at us that are only just starting to be woven together into a plot, and it’s the kind of hot mess that any fiberwork looks like before the pattern starts to show itself, particularly when you’re using 15 different color threads from jump. There’s generally a major theme or issue or overriding concept that stands out to me in each ep that, you may have noticed, gets primacy of place in these reactions, but honestly, y’all, I really struggled to figure out what that might be for this episode, because a lot of this, on re-watch, strikes me as groundwork for later developments. Wen Kexing gives us an “as you know, Bob” speech about the Amory and the Glazed Armor, we meet approx. 3.2K new characters, and I feel sort of like I should start keeping a chart of who’s supposed to have a piece of the Glazed Armor and who actually does have a piece of the Glazed Armor, but it’s already so confusing that it might be too late.*

ANYWAY, on re-watch, I can absolutely see the value of spending Eps 1 & 2 on introducing us to Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing and getting us pulled into their orbit, because then we have scenes we’re already invested in to maintain our interest as the background politics begin to frustratingly play out with a bunch of people we don’t know or have any investment in yet. I mean, y’all. I forgot just what an ill-tempered gremlin ZZS was in these early eps. He is so fk’n put out that these people will not let him drink himself to death in the gutter in peace! Or, you know, in occasional Nightly Nails Torment. And the exasperation from both ZZS and Chengling over WKX’s antics – both of their faces are priceless in the scene when they discover he’s the one who’s bought out all the rooms at the inn. I literally lol’d. Again. Even knowing it was coming. All of this interaction is so delightful. This is actually the ep that provoked my very first WoH keysmash flailing Tumblr post and inaugurated the “wen kexing’s thirst is practically a third character” tag. I guess the biggest throughline for this ep is that we can continue to see how everything changes when we know about their previous relationship – things like WKX’s insistence that they have a “deep bond through fate” take on additional layers of meaning rather than just sounding like some dude who’s trying to pick you up at last call. Interesting that ZZS describes WKX at one point during their push-pull conversational dance as “like a wretched soul that keeps haunting around.” You mean, like a GHOST? Like a Ghost Valley ghost? Like the almost forgotten memory of a past life ghost? ZZS wants to know why WKX keeps following him around, and it would be nice if WKX would just come clean, but that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?

ZZS, re: Chengling: I do my best to ensure what was entrusted to me.

WKX: :makes (already! in ep 3!) yet another in a series of bad decisions not to say anything about the fact that he, himself, was in fact entrusted to ZZS:

Show: Here’s the first of many helpings of heartache to come. EAT IT. EAT IT ALL.

(Me: Well, here’s another AU idea: What would the course of this relationship be like if WKX flat-out asked ZZS what ZZS’s relationship to Four Seasons Manor was, and bare-faced claimed sanctuary as long-lost shidi Zhen Yan at this point? Because I bet there are plenty of ways that could actually go wrong. Not to mention the deliciousness of just watching them navigate a relationship shift that sudden. I feel like, at this point, WKX would have to be actively confrontational about it, would have to throw it in ZZS’s face – it would need to be something he did in the heat of anger, in order to have this pushed out past all of his fears. Like, you say that, but where were you when I needed you? Also, you think so, well what if your responsibility actually turned out to be the TERRIFYING GHOST VALLEY MASTER, what then, huh? And ZZS, still pretty actively suicidal over all of his failures, having to deal with what’s now being presented as YET ANOTHER FAILURE.)

Also, the theme of “knowing” (zhiji, the one I know) is starting to slide in sideways – we’re seeing a lot of back and forth between them asking about seeing the other’s “true face.” WKX says that he’ll tell ZZS what he (WKX) wants from him once he gets to see ZZS’s true face (LIES, it’s going to take a lot longer than that). ZZS asks to see WKX’s figurative true face, and WKX looks kind of sad and contemplative as he warns that it may be unappealing or terrifying. So, you know, we’re starting to poke at all the softest, most tender places and the issues that are going to stab me repeatedly in the heart for the rest of the show. We’re also already seeing the way Xiao Chu just layered in references throughout the script when she wrote it that call back to each other – it’s like almost any line of dialogue references three other lines of dialogue (and that’s without even getting into all of the literary references that I’m missing because I don’t have cultural context). You get things like WKX’s little speech right at the end that it’s hard to tell a ghost from a human, which on its face might be referring to the two “ghosts” that were coming for Chengling that he took care of and act as an admonishment to ZZS not to be so quick to assume they’re actually from Ghost Valley, but it also refers to WKX, himself, and specifically lays the groundwork (“someone wearing a ghost mask is not necessarily a ghost”) for his conversation in a later ep with ZZS when he asks if ZZS thinks he’s a good person, and also calls back (“someone who looks human may not be human”) to the line from earlier in this ep, itself, when WKX tells ZZS that perhaps WKX’s true face is terrifying. And so we get a nicely little wrapped package of the dichotomy of WKX and his issues. (As a somewhat related aside, A-Xiang’s little face when Zhou Zishu says all of the ghosts of Ghost Valley are full of evil (at 6:55). D: This reaction is obviously for herself, but also may be the first time she acts as proxy for Wen Kexing, as well.)

What else, what else?

So, nobody has a good opinion of the jianghu. WKX is going to be constantly all, “You killed my father, jianghu, prepare to die,” but ZZS also goes off about how it’s just about greed, hatred and ignorance, and yeah, I guess he’d have a pretty bad impression of it, when Prince Jin and Tian Chuang seemed like a better option than the pressure he was facing, trying to keep Siji Manor Sect alive back in the day. We talk a lot about WKX’s childhood trauma, because it’s so awful and right in our faces, but I don’t know how much we actually talk about the fact that ZZS was a teenager not much older than Chengling when he inherited a sect and tried desperately to keep it from being torn apart by the rest of the jianghu. I think we see some bitterness come out in the first few episodes – frankly, in this ep, he doesn’t seem to make much of a distinction between Ghost Valley and the rest of the jianghu. Also interesting that the metaphor he uses about the jianghu’s and Ghost Valley’s greed for the treasures of the Armory is “reaping without sowing,” given what we find out is actually in there in Ep 36.

We see our metaphor of light get pulled out again – this throughline strikes me as more like beads on a string than a thread, at this point, but maybe I’ll notice it more on this second time through … Anyway, WKX’s comment at 9:11 that it’s almost dawn is notable. Indeed, but is it because your plan is beginning to work and you can see the destruction of Ghost Valley and the jianghu coming down the pike, or is it because you’ve found your shixiong?

I notice WKX has color-coordinated ZZS and Chengling in the robes he bought for them, has already grouped them together, marked them as belonging to each other – he’s already subtly treating them as each other’s family. The show, with a particular lack of subtlety, also will have ZZS there to wake up Chengling from nightmares later in the end of the ep, as Chengling calls out for his dad in his sleep.

OK, Deng Kuan is the guy in charge of the Yueyang sect contingent that arrived in time to see the Mirror Lake chaos in Ep 2 and has taken charge of cleaning up the bodies in this ep. I actually overlooked him, pretty much, the first time around, but here, he’s already got Shen Shen yelling at him (in a completely ridiculous fashion) for not getting there in time to save the Mirror Lake Sect, so he’s just going to be a punching bag through the whole show, apparently. Shen Shen is wu-di, fifth (little) brother, and he refers to Chengling’s dad as si-ge, fourth (older) brother, so Shen Shen appears to be the youngest of the Five Lakes sworn brothers, leading me to believe that some of what makes him so insufferable through a lot of the show is baby brother syndrome. Also, Shen Shen and his group find the Soul Winding Threads of the Hanged Ghost … supposedly. I mean, the Hanged Ghost was the guy who we saw get got in Ep 1, soooooo …. (remember these Soul Winding Threads, btw).

*This got super long so I’m’a put this last bit under a cut, but I did try to start a running tally of who’s holding a piece of the Glazed Armor:

Each of the Five Lakes Alliance sects is supposed to have a piece of the Glazed Armor, yes? So, as of the end of Ep 3 (hierarchical bro-titles are from didi Shen Shen’s POV):

- Yueyang Sect, led by Gao Chong (da-ge) - presumably still has his

- Tai Hu Sect, led by Zhao Jing (er-ge) – presumably still has his

- Danyang Sect, led by Lu Taichong (san-ge, presumably) – apparently the sect has already been attacked off-screen (by “Ghost Valley?” and WHEN?), as we learn in Ep 3 that Lu-zongzhu has been killed and his remaining two tiny disciples have fled to the protection of Ao Laizi and Tai Shan Sect, one of the lesser sects, and are believed to have taken Danyang’s Glazed Armor with them. We learn this from Tao Hong, Lv Liu and Begger Gang Chief, but I notice that Gao Chong only mentions the Mirror Lake massacre as the precipitating event for the Hero’s Conference and total war on Ghost Valley – he doesn’t even mention Danyang Sect, so does Five Lakes not know about this yet?

- Mirror Lake Sect, led by Zhang Yusen (si-ge) – Zhang-zongzhu killed by “Ghost Valley” in Ep 2, Glazed Armor “missing” and speculated POST EP 2 to have been taken by Ghost Valley (but will turn up in a few eps, thanks to our little Goldbean)

- Dagu Shan Sect, led by Shen Shen (wu-di) – presumably still has his

And then we move to:

- Tai Shan Sect, led by Ao Laizi – in-world speculation is that he now has the Danyang Glazed Armor. We do see him near the end of the ep with the two tiny Danyang shidi, where he makes the intriguing comment that he’s going to follow their shifu’s last wishes and keep their Glazed Armor from falling into the hands of the Five Lakes Alliance, so what exactly was going on between San-ge and his sworn brothers at the time of his death? This group also is apparently being pursued by Shen Shen to get their Glazed Armor, and they make him sound awful. You need better PR, Shen Shen.

- Ghost Valley – POST EP 2, speculated to have taken the Mirror Lake Glazed Armor (FALSE)

NOTABLY, “Ghost Valley Master” set a lot of this chaos in motion in Ep 1 when he claimed that Hanged Ghost (who got got a scene earlier) had stolen HIS piece of the Glazed Armor, although he shouldn’t have a piece (supposedly) until after Ep 2, when he’s believed to have taken Mirror Lake’s. So, what piece would that be, exactly, Terrifying Ghost Valley Master? You wouldn’t be lying in pursuit of chaos would you? (Somewhere, WKX gasps theatrically behind his fan, and he doesn’t even know what motivated it, this time.)

#zhou zishu #wen kexing #gu xiang #zhang chengling #shen shen #deng kuan #word of honor #word of honor episode reax

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ramblingcj · 4 years

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Luz wrote the Azura books

Oh hey, its me again with another random Owl House theory! One that’s based on nothing but my love for time travel and timey timey shenanigans. Ok, so on to the theory that Luz wrote the Azura books.

What do we know about the Azura books so far?

According to the wiki, she is a witch who “fights for peace across magical lands” embarking on quests and fighting evil.

She is a character with tan skin and green hair.

The cover for what looks like the first edition of the book that is shown features an older witch dressed in red robes and a small dog-like creature.

Azura has a rival called Hecate who she’ll later befriend.

Her enemy or one of her enemies is a serpent called the Gildersnake. It has glowing eyes and horns. Its biggest weakness is dying.

There’s also Malin Gael, the soothsayer character that Amity drew fanart of. Not much is known about them. (also sidenote: first time I heard the name I misheard it as Marvin Gaye, so there’s that)

The books are somehow published in both the human realm and the demon realm.

The parallells between the books and Luz life are pretty obvious. I haven’t checked, but I can’t imagine that there isn’t already several posts here on tumblr or a few youtube videos about the subject.

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Let’s start with the obvious ones:

The elderly witch and the little dog-like creature that accompanies Azura, which is an obvious parallell to Eda and King.

Azura’s rival is someone that she will later befriend, which is what inspires Luz to attempt to befriend Amity.

Azura has tan/darker skin similiar to Luz and green hair that’s similiar to Amity (and, yes, I know its not her natural hair color).

Before even meeting Amity, Luz ends up describing her perfectly based on nothing but a character from the Azura books: “...a bad girl chosen one with black nail polish and a mysteriously withdrawn attitude. ‘I act like I don’t care, but I secretly do.”

Heck, she even describes herself really well when she wonders if she should model herself after Azura who is “full of optimism and goodness“. Which based on this theory means that Azura is modeled after Luz who in turn use Azura as a guide for navigating the Demon Realm when she first arrived.

We learn in Sense and Insensitivity that Luz had being an author as a backup plan in case she couldn’t be a witch (again, full of optimism). Even going as far as having selected a specific picture for the “about the author” page on her future book. And I don’t doubt that Luz is talented enough to sit down and craft an elaborate world full of witches and adventures. She has been shown to have a vivid imagination.

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Luz being obsessed with the books is also a big plot point in the show, the first episode even opens with Luz giving a book report on the Good Witch Azura book. And Luz only ended up in the demon realm in the first place because Owlbert inadvertently stole the book and she wanted to get it back. And whenever Luz tries to evoke Azura it kinda goes badly at first:

She gets conned into a fake magic quest, which could’ve gone badly. But she ends up getting a valuable lesson from Eda about choosing your own destiny.

She challenges Amity to a duel despite knowing no offensive spells and it goes about as well as you expect. But it also leads to a moment where she gets to talk to Amity and show her that she is working hard (something Amity respects) to become a witch. Which I think ends up being the moment that Amity is, at least, intrigued by Luz.

She tries to befriend Amity like Azura befriended her rival and it goes....well...not good at first. In fact, its kinda a mess that almost ends up with them both being sewn into a book. But it also has Luz making Amity laugh and then lends her a book. Which does lead to them being on friendlier terms.

Then there is the thorn vault. Its a move that both Luz and Amity tries with disastrous results. But one that also ends up strenthening not only the bond between Amity and Luz, but also the bond between Luz and Willow.

Basically, every time Luz tries to evoke Azura in some way, it goes badly at first. But the end result actually ends up being a good one.

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The main idea here is that at some point in the future, Luz writes the Azura novels. Perhaps to set the whole thing in motion.

She needed her younger self to be obsessed with the books in order for her life to go in the direction it needed to go so that everything would transpire the way it did. And she knew that younger Luz would use the books as a way to navigate the Demon Realm when she first arrived.

Why Luz would want that is the big question though, but it’s one that I don’t think would be answered until the later seasons of the show.

#the owl house #toh theory #toh #luz noceda #toh eda #amity blight #just a random theory #as far as I know the show hasn't really done anything relating to time travel and such #so I'd say this is a crack theory for now #Might be wrong might be right #Doesn't really matter #Its fun to think about

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welllpthisishappening · 3 years

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First-Line Defensive Pairing

Of all the things they’d done in the last few months, spending the afternoon at the Museum of Ice Cream was one of the more ridiculous. Mostly because of the wooden spoons they gave out on the tour. Partially because it seemed Will Scarlet could not stop casting furtive glances at Belle French. Or the heels that always matched her dresses. Maybe because she kept answering his hypothetical questions. And maybe even because he was willing to drift far closer to genuine these days. At least when it came to his feelings for her.

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Word Count: 3.7K AN: Take two! Ok, so apparently yesterday when I posted this Tumblr thought it’d be a really cool idea to just...reformat the entire story. With whole graphs in totally wrong spots. Anyway, here it is again. Just as ridiculous as yesterday. With just as many Will and Belle emotions. Because that’s a thing I’m doing now, apparently. Writing Blue Line-era Will and Belle. If you’d like more of these flirt-prone idiots, here is their first date and Belle getting annoyed that Will fought someone on the ice. Technically, this was part of the kiss prompts and was “height difference kisses.” I hope the five of you who are interested in this enjoy it. That includes @shireness-says and @eleveneitherway who are mostly to blame for this.

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“I’m going to ask you a hypothetical question.”

Belle lifted her eyebrows. Let some of that light creep back in her gaze, a flash of amusement that regularly made Will’s stomach leap dangerously close to the base of his ribs. That’s why he did it. Maybe not the rib thing, partially because he wasn’t even sure that was the correct technical term. The rest of it, though. The eye thing. Sure. Definitely. One-hundred percent. Why he’d also made sure the little wooden spoon they’d been given at the start of this tour was still in the corner of his mouth; to guarantee absolute absurdity, and he figured that started when they decided to spend their afternoon at the Museum of Ice Cream, but he was willing to take it all a step further.

In the absurdity factor, at least.

Other things were—

Well, it wasn’t as if they explicitly decided to keep the relationship a secret. Not on purpose. Not really. Or come to any sort of legitimate agreement regarding the use of the word relationship. It never seemed...important, honestly. And that was a potentially problematic and lackadaisical approach to someone who made Will smile with an almost alarming consistency in the last few months, but she’d also sort of snuck up on him, and Ariel was going to be so annoying.

About the whole goddamn thing.

She’d never shut up about it, he knew.

So he didn’t push. Belle didn’t, either. An unspoken agreement, that’s what it was. He had other things to do, anyway. Like get ready for a playoff run and ignore the lingering ache in his calves after the echo of Arthur’s whistle stopped ringing in his ears, and, ok, his apartment was starting to feel a little bit larger than it had in a long time, maybe since Killian had moved out, but that was fine. Cup runs did not come because someone was in a relationship. Will had seen that first hand. With Cap, of all people.

Watched the way his whole life had fallen apart around his ankles, little shards of hope and possibility that, Will knew, still threatened the structural integrity of Kilian’s internal organs and all four ventricles of his heart, and he did not understand enough basic biology to be making those sorts of sweeping observations, but Robin had lost someone too and that had been horrible and tragic and—

If Will simply did not want to jinx things, then that was neither here nor there.

Relationship’y speaking.

It was good. They were good. He hated the wooden spoon they gave them to taste test half a dozen ice cream flavors.

He was legitimately worried about getting splinters in his tongue.

No excuses could possibly reason away that problem pre-game.

Belle’s eyebrows were still in the same spot. “You going to follow up on that, or…” “Would you burn a Gutenberg Bible? To stave off the apocalypse and or potential frostbite?” “Those two things go together, do they?” He shrugged. “In this instance, yeah, because—” “—Well, it wouldn’t matter,” Belle said, eyes flitting towards the overly enthusiastic tour guide and the seemingly never-ending history of ice cream, “because I wouldn’t allow myself to be in that position. And I don’t live anywhere near the Public Library. What would I be doing there when the freeze-wave came?” His stomach. Did that thing. Jumped and twisted, got a ten from the Russian judge on its floor routine. He was cautiously optimistic he’d be able to pull off a flawless beam performance too. It was an exceedingly convoluted metaphor. Wrong Olympics, too.

“Does salt air give you mind-reading powers?” “You’re not nearly as subtle as you think you are,” Belle grinned. Moving her hand faster than he was entirely prepared for ensured that he nearly dropped his small plastic cup of churro churro ice cream. He made noise. Without trying. A hiss and a grunt in the back of his throat that then led to a sound escaping between Belle’s half-hearted scowl, and that sound was closer to a giggle than either of them would ever admit and just enough to mess with his mental faculties a little and the tour guide stopped talking. To stare straight at them.

Color lifted on Belle’s cheeks, ice cream-covered spoon held awkwardly between them.

“As you were, ma’am,” Will said, all false bravado, and that was something of a trend. In several different capacities. It was far too depressing a thought to have while eating cinnamon-flavored ice cream.

Belle elbowed him.

And the tour guide got back to her to spiel. Without a reprimand.

“Say freeze-wave again without laughing.”

Her eyelashes were more of a problem, honestly. Than the eyebrows. Or the specific jut of her chin Will had rather quickly learned meant she was ready to challenge him on some ridiculous topic, fully prepared to argue a position she might not have otherwise agreed with. Only because it wasn’t what he was arguing, and it was easy to understand why she won that Model UN award.

Plus, her eyelashes were just stupid long, and he thought she was really pretty.

Like in a fundamental sort of way.

“Freeze-wave,” Belle enunciated, pausing between syllables for maximum effect, “are you asking me Day After Tomorrow questions because of the ice cream, because I’m a librarian or because you’re the strangest man alive?” She finally ate the rest of the ice cream. It was starting to melt, that was why. This was very melt-prone ice cream. “Oh, shit,” she mumbled, “this is really good. Better than mine.” Something popped in his shoulder when he reached towards her plastic cup. He wouldn’t tell Ariel about that, either.

“Which kind is—” Fighting off the objections of a small librarian who resolutely refused to wear anything except heels, no matter what the weather was like, was not usually as difficult as it was in that moment. Will assumed it had something to do with sugar. Or the force of his smile. Robbing the rest of him of energy and the ability to fend off either one of Belle’s fists. “Why are you like this?” “You didn’t want to try peanut and pretzel. With peanut butter swirl.” “Swallowed the flyer for this place while I wasn’t looking, huh?” Sticking her tongue out was distracting. Almost enough that he didn’t notice the absolutely atrocious attempt at impersonating his voice. “Oh, no, no, babe, I don’t want that; you can get peanut butter anywhere. That’s not special.” “Well, it’s not.” “I’m a big fancy hockey player, and I know everything there is to know about ice cream flavors and the potential life-changing palette moment that comes from the sublime combination of salty and sweet.” “Oh, now you’re just taunting me.” Her eyes narrowed, that time. His smile was going to permanently stretch out his cheeks. “You have a disgusting mind.” “You can’t get churro ice cream everywhere, babe.” “I’m going back to get honey later.” Will hummed. Stuck his lower lip out. Noticed that flash return. And hoarded it. Like a relationship—

Ah, fuck.

“Would you burn the Gutenberg Bible?” Her laugh was quickly becoming his favorite sound. Which wasn’t bad, per se. Was just kind of passably concerning. God damn. It was the heels. All of them kept matching the dresses she wore. She kept wearing dresses.

Of course, that was going to mess with Will’s head.

Belle shook her head. “No.” “Historical significance?” “Well, once again, I would not be in that position, would have listened to science and fled to warmer climates, so as not to make myself prey for escaped...what were they? Tigers?” “I honestly can’t remember,” Will admitted.

“This was your hypothetical!”

Heads snapped their direction. Frustration creased the tour guide’s forehead, and they’d paid extra to learn about the history of ice cream. Will had already known about the origins of the ice cream cone, though. So, the whole thing felt almost like a raw deal, and he was far more interested in preserving the color in Belle’s cheeks. He saluted. Who he was saluting was anyone’s guess, but it very likely was the otherwise unengaged teenage kid trudging behind his family who absolutely recognized Will.

“That’s going to end up on sixteen different social media sites,” Belle warned, not quite able to get her voice to an appropriate whispering level.

“So long as he got my good side, you won’t hear me complaining.” “Do you have a good side?”

“Sweetheart, the self-confidence. God.” She squeezed her eyes shut. While practically beaming at him, and Will had to bend his knees to reach, something else creaking in the process, but that was fine, and good, and pretty goddamn fantastic because her lips tasted a bit like chocolate.

“‘S’not your best work,” Belle mumbled, almost entirely into his mouth.

“Brain freeze.” “I would burn no books. That’s my final hypothetical answer.” Her eyelashes must have existed purely to torment him. Leaning back made it clear when they fluttered back open, and he swore there were flecks of gold in her eyes. Maybe he was melting, too. With the ice cream. That was almost poetic. “None at all? What if you were going to die?” “Maudlin.” “I don’t know what that means.” “Liar,” she challenged, another smile tugging at her mouth, and Will was clearly staring at her mouth. Stained slightly with chocolate, as it was. “I stand by it, though. The book stuff, not the commentary on your burgeoning intelligence.” “You want to find a corner to go and make out in?” Different laugh. The kind that came with her head thrown back, hair tickling Will’s forearm because at some point his arm had found its way around her, and touching Belle was becoming something almost close to second nature. “I could keep complimenting you if you want,” Belle said, “or I could give you my reason for not burning books.” “You’re a giant nerd, that’s why.” She clicked her tongue. “Very, very cute nerd, though.” “Betcha say that to all the girls.”

His stomach stilled. Dropped a few inches, for good measure. Below where it was supposed to be, and inching dangerously close to his feet, and what Will could not imagine was a very sanitary floor. The Museum of Ice Cream had a giant sprinkle pit. Nothing about that seemed very sanitary.

“I think stories have a purpose,” Belle said, still not quite whispering but definitely getting there, and he knew. Knew she knew. What he was thinking and feeling and unspoken understanding was quickly becoming the name of this particular game. With them.

Where it wasn’t a game at all.

Damn.

Ariel was going to be so annoying.

“No matter what they are. Shitty as they can be, all those ups and downs, and ridiculous, often unnecessary melodrama. It’s going to matter to somebody. Someone, somewhere, will be living their life and read those words or see those letters, and they’ll think, wow, whoever wrote this, gets me, and it will change everything for them. They’ll go back to it. Find solace and safety in it. Themselves, maybe. They’ll believe everything will be ok. Even if they only think that while they’re reading.” “Don’t forget audiobooks,” Will muttered, voice strangled and tinged with emotion. In the ice cream museum. Figured, honestly.

Belle pinched the side of his wrist.

“Ow. Avoid the bruise further up, please.” “Did you get hit?” Nodding took more energy than it should have, too. She hadn’t been to a game. He hadn’t asked her. What an idiot. “Not bad though, that’s just—” “—Par for the course.” “Mixing idioms, mon trésor.” “Oh, I got that one, actually.” “Slow pitch softball, that’s why,” Will reasoned, some of the tension he wasn’t especially pleased by loosening.

“I think we’re on a roll now.” He hummed. Nodded, again. Curled his fingers into the back of Belle’s dress. Blue, that afternoon. With matching heels. “It all matters,” she added, soft and earnest, and his eyes snapped. To her and with her and that second one didn’t make sense, not really, but he was and wanted to be and that absolutely terrified him.

Of it all falling apart again. Of it not being enough.

He wasn’t enough.

A story no one was ever all that interested in finishing.

“You think?” Belle nodded. “Why’d you start playing hockey?” “Quite a transition.” “Tit for tat, or—no, no, c’mon don’t look at me like that.” Red stained her cheeks, now. Making it difficult to concentrate on anything else, although the desire to kiss her again was a fairly strong second, and that kid was taking more pictures. “That’s not fair.” “You’ve brought this on yourself, babe,” Will argued, and he hoped Lucas didn’t yell. At him. He’d never really listened to the social media rules. “It’s a very long, occasionally depressing story about a kid and his single mom, the second of whom often worked her ass off and her fingers to the bone, and all those other delightfully visual clichés. But then! Who would guess, she got a job picking up extra shifts cleaning at the rink in town. Home to the world’s shittiest ice and loudest Zamboni, it instantly drew the attention of our kid-like hero.

“He was...infatuated, let’s say. With the sounds, especially. Nothing sounds like that first scrape of skates on fresh ice. Full of possibility, you know?” Belle didn’t answer. Will kept talking. “Best noise in the world. And then he learned there were other noises. Pucks hitting the back of nets. Sticks clanging together. Grunts and groans and the game itself, how loud it was. Helped silence some of his thoughts, none of which were ever very good. Lots of worries, some about his very dead sister, then a few more about that mother and her predilection toward clichés.”

“Good word,” Belle murmured. He kissed the top of her hair. The kid was openly staring at them, now.

“Anyway, the crux of the story is that the guy who owned the rink agreed to let the kid play on the rink. Knew the mother, understood her situation, and hockey is expensive. Like, well, we spout all that bullshit about hockey is for everyone, and I’ve got to stand up there and smile and nod and agree, and it’s fucked up because it’s not really true. Hockey’s for rich kids and families with regularly functioning alternators in their car.”

He shook his head. Had to. To chase away the memories and the cobwebs, and Cap knew this, too. Understood it, even. Remembered a life before the Vanklads, and not every kid got the Vankalds, and sometimes Will let himself wonder what would have happened if he’d found the Vanklads. Or their upstate New York equivalent.

Gotten better shin pads, probably.

“Hockey’s an exclusive sorta club,” Will continued, “gotta know someone who’s related to someone else, and they know someone who played, and it’s six degrees of increasingly desperate separation. By some lucky twist of fate, though, Jimmy Newell knew some bastard who knew somebody else, who saw me play, and you don’t say no to USA Developmental. Spent two years in Minnesota, way before Cap did, so he doesn’t get to claim that state as his own.” Belle’s lips twitched. “Good to know, for argument’s sake.” His stomach was becoming a problem.

Heart, too.

Sputtering and slamming, uneven beats that were going to leave another bruise. Will licked his lips.

“I went to Developmental, declared for the draft, got picked by New York, went to college, stayed in college, and the rest is history. As they say.” “They do say that, yeah.” “What’s the next question, then?” “How do you know there’s another question?” “Shot in the dark,” Will shrugged, but that was a lie, and it was getting increasingly easier to read that pinch between her eyebrows. “So, hit me.” “Literally?” “Please do not literally hit me. Locksley’s been feeling the forecheck the last couple’a practices.” “I know what that means!” Someone shushed them. Will couldn’t imagine the color will ever leave Belle’s cheeks.

He kissed the bridge of her nose.

“Who’d you get to teach you French?” “Who said I didn’t just learn French on my own?” “Babe,” she chided, and, well, that was the tipping point. As they say. To his heart and his stomach and—

“You wanna come to a game this series?” Belle blinked. Once, twice. Leaned back. Tilted her head. Likely waited for the camera crew that was inevitably lurking in the corner he was cautiously optimistic they’d make out in eventually. Didn’t happen, though. There was no camera crew.

Just Will Scarlet, professional hockey player, and part-time sap. Standing in one of the more nonsensical museums they’d been to in the last two months. Although they did go to the transit museum on three separate occasions, and he could honestly say he didn’t expect that.

So, maybe this was all just—

Par for the course.

He’d have to make some sort of deal with Eric. To make sure Ariel didn’t proclaim her relationship-plotting victories from a variety of rooftops. Someone in front office had to know someone else with Empire State Building connections.

Zelena probably did.

Ariel would use that.

“Where would I sit?”

He pulled her. Up. With an almost violent amount of force, threatening the safety of both of Belle’s shoulders in the process. But she’d asked the one question he hadn’t totally considered in his half-plotted plan, and getting his mouth back on hers was an acceptable diversion. Plus, she looped her arms around his neck pretty quickly.

Which had to count for something, he figured.

One hand cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer. Like he had any intention of being anywhere else, swiping his tongue against Belle’s lip and swallowing her sigh. They were still in public, technically. Her feet trailed the multi-color carpet beneath them, Will’s arms tightening and his palm flat against her back and her spine, and if she kept rocking up like that, he was going to do something drastic.

Something in the same realm as melting, probably.

Strands of hair tickled his skin, making him tilt his head and alter the angle, and that was entirely appropriate, but getting kicked out of the Museum of Ice Cream would probably make an absolutely fantastic story. Once they told people they were—

Doing whatever it was they were doing.

They’d get there eventually.

“Cap’s sister-in-law is coming,” Will said, not entirely able to catch his breath, “wants to see Kris and—” “—Should I know who that is?” “Works in equipment, and that’s not really the point.” “What is?” “That Little Vankald isn’t super interested in listening to Cap be full older brother on her and, far as I know, is fully capable of getting tickets wherever she wants. Can sweet talk the gold out of anyone’s pockets, and—” “—Wait, wait, are you equating hockey tickets to gold?” “When I’m playing, ma choupette.” “Is that cabbage?” He hummed. Nearly tripped over his own feet trying to hold onto Belle and the mostly melted cup of ice cream and paying for more churro ice cream made perfect sense. At the moment. “One of the kids at school was French Canadian,” Will explained, “used to swear all the time on the ice, and then he’d use stuff like that.” “You’re sharing endearments with a trash talker.” “More or less, yeah. Used to infuriate other guys.” “Who wants to be called a cabbage?” “I think you’re super cute.” Belle scowled. Didn’t argue, though. And Will refused to linger on the beat of his pulse. “I’d really like it if you were there,” he added, “Little Vanklad’ll be cool about it. She owes me. I fed her for a very long time.” “Did you just?” “I make incredible garlic bread; ask anyone.” “Wow,” Belle drawled, “just like people on the street, or…also, do you call her Little Vanklad all the time?” “To her face and behind her back with startling regularity. Not everyone gets my French endearments, babe. Consider yourself lucky.”

She scrunched her nose.

Stayed silent. All Will could hear was the soft explanations of the tour guide, and the questions from tourists who probably also thought going to the Museum of Sex made them edgy. After they bought a STRAND tote bag. God, maybe he was a dick. A judgmental dick, who still had too many thoughts and used an occasionally violent game to silence them by making sure he was the one dictating the noises and the trash talk and—

“Hey, uh, Will...Mr., uh—Mr. Scarlet? Do you think we could get a picture?”

Belle’s lips disappeared. Behind her teeth, and that didn’t do anything to temper the sound of what might have actually been joy. At the prospect of the staring teenager and his photo request.

In the goddamn Museum of Ice Cream.

Giving a jerky nod, Will quickly scanned the kid for any team-branded, but it didn’t look like he was wearing merch and that was a rather small miracle. Far as those things went.

Still, he had been in the middle of a pretty intense internal dialogue and potential freakout, and there was going to be ice cream on his hand if he didn’t throw this cup away.

Belle took the phone.

The kid’s phone.

“Smile,” she instructed, and Will tried. Really. He hoped he didn’t end up looking like a murderer on Twitter or Instagram or whatever kids used, and he had no idea when he got that old. When things started to freak him out, and he let the nerves claw back in, and the worry take root and—

“Hey,” he said before the kid could walk back to his parents and their matching STRAND tote bags. “You think you could take a picture of us, real quick?”

No one had ever moved faster.

In, like, the history of photography.

Circling an arm around Belle’s waist, Will’s smile came a bit easier and that was good because he was totally unprepared for what happened after that. Another instruction and flick of someone’s thumb, but then Belle was on her toes, even with the heels, and her lips were pressed against his cheek and it was like some sort of really exceptional sugar high.

Without the threat of inevitable crash.

Will didn’t think so, at least. He was also pretty positive it wasn’t tigers in The Day After Tomorrow. Wolves, maybe.

“Tell Little Vankald to save me a seat.” “I mean, I don’t think you should call her that.”

Her teeth grazed his jaw. Both of them were laughing in the picture, the kid’s eyes going impossibly wide as Will thanked him. “How hard you think it is to set up an Instagram account?”

#scarlet beauty #scarlet beauty ff #scarlet beauty fic #will x belle #blue line one shots #what did i use yesterday as my tag for this?#so as not to also confuse it with the au of the au staring will scarlet?#defensive!blue line #that wasn't it but it is now #anyway these have been real fun to write #because as we all know i am certified trash for alternate stories in the same 'verse #also giving belle a personality finally is a delight #seriously i hope the five people interested in this enjoy it

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What A Fu*king Night

What A Fu*king Night (JK FF/BTS)

Paring: Jungkook x Reader (Kat)

Genre: Dating/ Smut/ Fluff/

Words: 6,868

Rating: 17+

Summery: It is Prom Night, and you are out searching for your boyfriend, Jungkook. The entire night is filled with drama and tea, so feel free to come and spill it.

Warnings: Sexual intercourse takes place. Language. Mentioning of alcohol. Sexual harassment. Fights.

Disclaimer: This is my first ever Tumblr fanfic I have ever written. I got inspiration for this from a dream and I plan to take every dream I have and turn it into ff. Everything that happens in this story is not all from the dream, obviously I took the key points and added a lot of details. Also, like I said, this is made up from a dream so none of the characters have participated in any of these events (Just putting it out there). And only the female character’s along with Jonah is my own creation. I do not own BTS. Enjoy!

She smoothed out her dress before looking over at her best friend in the darkened vehicle. Her light baby blue dress made from silk traveling down to her ankles illuminated the darkness. Where Kat’s pitch black tight one only made it a little above the knees. The sleeves hugging her arms comfortably as they snaked down to her wrists. They both had quite revealing items suggesting both their chests were half on display, but they both knew that it was meant for only one person. Well, a different person for each.

The limo they rented came to a halt just outside the entrance, where it revealed a beautiful velvet red carpet scrolled out on the floor leading towards a beautifully decorated archway.

Kat smiled, already picturing what tonight would have in store for them. “We’re a bit early.” Tyler said beside her. “That’s alright, gives us more time to spend with everyone.” Kat smirked over her shoulder at her best friend.

They got out the vehicle and stood side by side, Tyler’s hair was braided back in a stunning French plait. Whilst Kat’s hair was loose, draping over her shoulders with its recently dyed color.

People who were waiting outside began to gape at the two girls. One blonde, one brunette. No one would think otherwise as they were the duo since kindergarten.

Linking arms with smiles plastered on both their faces, they strid towards the entrance. Pretty white flowers caressed an archway along with vines snaking up the sides.

The bouncer smiled at them both. “Evening ladies. Names?” He held up a clipboard.

“Kat Raymond and Tyler Rhooney.” Kat said.

“Alright, and who are your dates tonight, ladies?” He smirked this time.

Tyler rolled her eyes. “Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung.”

The bouncer’s smirk faltered a little as he ticked off both their names. “Ah, they are already inside, go on ahead.” He gestured.

They both stepped through the archway, Tyler being attacked by a rogue vine in the process before gaping at the interior.

It was huge. Of course, their school had to be over dramatic with renting an entire stadium because the school’s gym was too basic.

They both started walking, taking in every detail. From the various tents scattered around the field to the dance floor set up in the middle of it. To the huge disco lights surrounding the entire place.

Tyler glanced up at the open sky. “God, lets pray it doesn’t rain.”

Kat nudged her as if to say, “don’t jinx it”.

Just as they were about to go off to find anyone they knew, someone was jogging up to them looking heavily out of breath.

“Is that Tae?”

“I think that’s Tae.”

“Is he wearing a bandana?”

“Oh God.”

He halted in front of them, bending over trying to catch his breath. “Hey guys.”

“Hey, babe.” Tyler put a hand on his arm. “Is everything okay?”

“Where’s Jay?” Kat asked, looking around.

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Tae gasped.

“Huh?” Tyler patted him on the back.

“I can’t find him.” He coughed.

“What? But didn’t you guys arrive together?” Kat asked.

“Actually no. He left early because someone called him to come help with the lights.” He was still wheezing.

“And what’s that?” Kat pointed at the hanger holding up some black fabric.

“His tux.”

Tyler snorted. Kat gaped. “He didn’t…”

“He did. Left without changing. So, me being the good friend that I am, brought it for him to change, but now I can’t find the dumbass.”

Kat placed her hand upon her temple. “Of course he forgot. Okay, Tae, we will help you look for him.”

“Thanks. But can you find him quick? These pants are starting to chafe.” He said, doing semi lunges where he stood, showing true discomfort upon his face.

Tyler bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

“We’ll try.” Kat said, trying not to look over the man’s area.

“Okay, I’m gonna’ check the food court again.” And then he was off, running in such a way that suggested what was going on down under.

They both looked at each other, a small bit of pity in their eyes.

“Okay, I think we should split up. You check the dance floor, and I’ll check the tables over there.” Kat eyes a group of tables where a bunch of people hung out at.

Tyler nodded and set off, picking up her dress in the process.

Kat ventured over to the tables, already scanning each of them. She knew he wouldn’t be here, but it didn’t hurt just looking.

“Hey, Kat!” Someone from one of the tables called her. She snapped her head in the direction and saw Brian with his group. She walked over.

“Hey Brian.” She stopped at the end of the table.

“Looking for something?” He asked her with the creepiest set of hungry eyes she could imagine.

“More like someone. Have you seen Jay?” She asked, folding her arms over her chest, since that was where his eyes were lurking.

“Sadly, no. But you are more than welcome to hang out with us.” He smirked again. The rest of the group snickering.

Kat grimaced. “I’ll pass, thanks.” She turned around and strode off, hearing a few whistles and cheering coming from behind.

Idiots.

She decided to go find the rest of the guys, hoping they might have seen him. They were all chilling in the bleachers. But before she could reach them, someone grabbed her hand.

“Kat! You’re here!” Danny Reebro greeted her with a bright smile.

“Hey Danny! Nice dress!” Kat gestured to her maroon colored dress which flowed out in silk.

She smiled down at it. “Thanks, Jin picked it out.” Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “So, you gonna join us over by the bleachers?”

Kat shook her head. “Unfortunately, not yet. I can’t find Jay.” She scanned the area around them.

“Oh, I know where he is.”

Kat whipped her head back around. “You do? Where?”

“Follow me.” Danny grabbed her wrist and pulled her across the field to one of the tents. “He’s been in the VIP tent fixing the lights since 3pm. You have a dedicated one.” She smirked over her shoulder at Kat, which blushed in response. She did indeed.

They reached the tent and Kat peeked inside. There he was, standing on top the stage before a big turntable covered in wires and such. He looked extremely focused which made Kat a little uneasy on the knees. Something turning in her stomach as she admired crease on his face. Damn he looked hot.

“Come find us when you’re done, okay?” Danny squeezed her hand before disappearing.

Kat simply stood by the entrance, leaning on one of the light stands, arms folded. She waited for him to notice her. He was still in his black hoodie and jeans, hair a mess from running his hand through it too much. He does that when he’s concentrating.

He seemed to be talking to some guy next to him, wearing a beanie and sweats. Scratching his beard as he looked over Jay’s shoulder at what he was doing.

Jungkook seemed to have fixed something, because he looked up in triumph as he made a fist in the air, smiling. Kat chuckled.

He leaned against the table and looked around the tent, his eyes finally landing on her. He stopped dead.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked up at him. He seemed to have gone limp as he dropped his hands from the table to his sides and gaped at her, mouthing the word wow.

She chuckled as he jumped off the stage and jogged over to her, doing a little dance halfway. She laughed even more as she covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head. “You are such a moron.”

He smiled at her as he filled the rest of the gap between them. “And you are a stunning piece of artwork.” He emphasized on the word stunning as he wrapped his arms around her.

She pulled him in, smelling his cologne he always wears. Even though he wasn’t wearing a suit, he still looked really good. She just wanted to trace her hand through his hair.

He pulled away and stepped back, observing her. Both hands together on his lips. ”Wow.” Was all he said. “Wow, wow, wow.”

Kat chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Ok I get it.”

“Do you though? Do you get the fact that you look so good right now?” He looked her up and down multiple times, her glaring at him. “You’re my girlfriend?”

Kat scoffed and playfully punched his shoulder. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

He chuckled, defending himself. “I’m just asking to make absolute sure that you, this beautiful woman standing in front of me with this beautiful, seductive dress is my girlfriend.”

“Yes.” Kat stared at him.

“You belong to me?” His face brightened with every word.

“Yeees, now can we stop with this? You are making feel a little called out over here.”

“Ok, I’m sorry.” He chuckled as he embraced her again, his head in the nape of her neck. “You smell really good too.”

“Mmmm, it’s the one you got me for my birthday.”

“Really?” He pulled back, eyeing her.

“Yes, the vanilla one.”

“Why do I not remember that?” He interlaced their fingers together.

“My birthday was last week.” She gaped at him.

He scrunched up his face, thinking. “Nooo, I don’t think that was me.”

Kat figured he was teasing and poked his stomach, causing him to chuckle. “So, are you done here?” She gestured to the stage.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Ummm, almost. Just got one last light to connect and then I am all yours.” He smirked as he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

Kat sighed. “Ok, then make it quick.”

He winked at her before rushing off to the stage again. Kat found an empty seat in the corner of the tent and sat there patiently.

……………………

Jungkook analyzed the table filled with wires. “Why does everything have to be so fucking chaotic?” He said to himself as he tried to find the last wire.

Jonah, the guy who was lending this entire set with the lights, walked over. “So, who’s the pretty lady over there?”

Jungkook glanced up at him and found his eyes on Kat, sitting in the corner. “That’s my girlfriend.” He stated simply, going back to the wires.

“You fucked her yet?”

Jungkook whipped his head up at him. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on. You can not tell me that you got someone as hot as her as a girlfriend, and you haven’t banged her yet?” Jonah took a cigarette out of his pocket and placed it in his mouth.

“I would appreciate it if you continued with your job.” Jungkook’s voiced rasped. He was angry. This man was probably forty, no, fifty and he was talking that kind of shit about his girlfriend?

“Oh, come on, pal. Lighten up. Isn’t that what you school kids do these days? To see who’s the first one to get laid?”

Jungkook was awfully close to shoving him off the stage. “Sir, can I ask you not get too personal with the questions?” He felt his grip tightening on the wires.

Jonah scoffed. “Alright, fine.” He leaned against the table. “All I’m saying is if I had a woman like her, I would have done her already.” He lit his cigarette.

Jungkook’s lips tightened as he looked up, scoffed once, before hurtling towards the man. One punch and he was on the floor, a cracking sound filled the entire tent.

“Jungkook!” Kat’s voice called out in the distance.

He just stared down at the man, grabbing his nose which seemed to be bleeding. “You fucking prick!” He spat up at him.

Jungkook grimaced down at him. “Keep talking shit like that and your nose won’t be the only thing that’s broken.”

He felt a hand on his arm as Kat gasped at the man’s bloody nose. “Jay.”

“You’ll regret that.” Jonah groaned.

Jungkook scoffed. “And what? You gonna attack me? Last time I checked it isn’t me falling to the ground after just one punch.”

“Jay.” Kat tugged on his sleeve.

He looked at her and took her hand. Glancing one last time at the groaning man on the floor. He flipped him off before leaving the tent.

………..

“Let me look at your hand.” Kat said as she attempted to grab his right hand.

He jerked it away. “No, it’s fine, I’m okay.”

Kat glared at him. “No, you aren’t. Let me see it.” She tried grabbing again but he dodged and slid around her to her other side.

“I’m alright, I promise.” He lied once again.

“Jay, stop being an ignorant ass and give me your hand.” She stretched her hand out again.

Jungkook dodged her again and began jogging backwards. “You can’t touch me if I’m running away from you.”

Kat glared at him, shaking her head. “Crackhead.”

Jungkook began laughing until he felt a pair of hands grab him from behind. He swung around and through a punch. Thankfully, the person ducked.

“Are you fucking insane?!” Tae cried, as he knelt on the ground, hands over his head.

Jungkook stared down at his friend. “Oh, sorry, buddy.” He held out his hand for him to take, but he got up by himself, straightening his jacket.

“I could have died.” Tae exaggerated.

“It would have knocked you over, tops.” Jungkook said.

“Coming from you? I would have been punched into my grave.” Tae grimaced at his friend.

“Funny you say that.” Kat eyes Jungkook from the side who immediately looked away.

Tae glared at him. “Who did you kill?”

Jungkook scoffed. “No one.” He shrugged. “Some guy kept gawking at Kat, so I gave him something else to gawk at.”

“You mooned him?” Tae’s eyes went big.

“What? No, I punched him in the- you know what, never mind.” Jungkook rolled his eyes over to the item his friend carried. “What’s that?”

Tae’s eyes went even bigger, glaring him down. “Your. Suit.” He strained.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Ohhhhh, right.” He glanced down at his hoodie. “Shit.”

Tae nodded a bit too fast. “Yes. I have been running around trying to find you for the past 2 hours, man!”

Kat noticed his bandana was drenched in sweat and his suit was ruffled in some places.

“I was in the tent the entire time.” Jungkook pointed over his shoulder to the big tent.

Tae looked over at the tent. “Tents…” He looked like he was going to pass out. “Why didn’t I check the tents?”

Kat squeezed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “Hey, you know what, why don’t you take him to get changed and we will meet you by the bleachers?” Kat nudged him next to Jungkook.

“Ok, don’t miss me too much.” Jungkook smirked as he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

“Agh.” Tae groaned. “Can you too stop kanoodling?” Tae gagged.

They both glanced at the man. “Like you don’t kanoodle with Tyler?” Jungkook asked and Kat snorted.

Tae scoffed. “Of course not.”

Both Jungkook and Kat stared him down.

He bit his lip. “I’m leaving.” He began walking towards the changing rooms.

Jungkook chuckled and planted another quick kiss on her cheek before catching up to his friend. “Hey wait up man, don’t be so emotional.

……………..

She found her friends still chilling in the bleachers and strode over to them. Danny noticed her first. “Hey! Where’s Jungkook?”

“Changing.” She glanced to where Tyler sat next to Yoongi and Iris. “Tae found him.”

Tyler shook her head. “Let me guess, he was in plain sight?”

Kat didn’t even have to say a word as she gave her friend a look.

“I swear, I want to believe that that man is intelligent.” She shook her head.

Kat chuckled as she folded her arms, looking up at all of them. Yoongi and Iris were sitting together, they were each other’s dates. Jin and Danny were snuggling in the first line. Olivia and Hobi were chatting a few seats next to Yoongi. But she noticed that Jimin and Blue were not there.

Until she caught a glimpse of green rounding the corner from the bathrooms and strode over to them, hand in hand.

“Hey, Kat.” Jimin smiled at her.

“Hey, guys. Out for a little stroll?” She winked at Blue who rolled her eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, Kat.” Blue joked.

Kat snickered as she eyed Jimin. His face was turning red. His ears? Even redder.

They both grabbed a seat next to Emma who sat alone on the top level.

“Hey, Emma. I love your dress.” Kat called up to the bored girl, who smiled in response.

She looked rather down, and Kat knew exactly why. She walked over to Danny and bent down to whisper. “Where the hell is Joon?”

Danny gave her a sad look. “I don’t know. He’s an hour late.”

Kat glanced up at the raven-haired girl again. “Well, he better be here soon. She looks like she might just leave.”

“Maybe she should.” A harsh voice came from behind Kat.

She turned around and found Beatrice. Long red hair matching her short red dress. Painted red lips to go with it. Her overly whitened teeth beaming at them.

“You know, since coming to prom alone is the worst thing ever.” She smirked up at Emma, who gave her a vulgar gesture in return.

“Hey, Bea. Shouldn’t you be tide up dangling above the dancefloor? They said they needed a disco ball, and I thought you offered up since your teeth can lighten up the darkest of rooms.” Kat gave her a sweet smile.

“Funny. Where’s Jungkook? Did he ditch you again?” She glanced around as if to try and catch him.

“You know what, Bea?”

“Again?” Jin chimed.

“This was just supposed to be our little groups fun night, and you’re kind of ruining it.” Tyler said.

Beatrice smiled. “Pity. I wanted to come say hi to all the girls.” She stated. “And boys.” She smirked at Jimin who looked a little uncomfortable.

“Well, that sucks cause we weren’t planning to say hi to the bitch queen tonight, so, yeah, it’s a pity.” Kat pouted.

Beatrice, glared at her, before returning her eyes to Emma. “You must be feeling really lonely up there. Looking down at all the couples. Why, oh why did no one ask you?” Beatrice asked in that gut wrenching sweet voice of hers. “Where is your prince, dear little Emma?”

“Behind you.”

Beatrice whipped around and slowly looked up. The rest of the group were smiling like idiots. Emma looking a little confused.

“Really?” Beatrice asked, smiling sweetly at Joon.

“Yes. Now if you don’t mind, you are kind of blocking my path.” Joon smiled sweetly at her in return.

She replaced her smile with a cold stare, as she slowly stepped aside.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers as he walked over next to Kat. His eyes were fixed on Emma’s. “Emma, can you come down from there, please?” He asked.

She scoffed as she slowly got up and lazily walked down the stairs. “What the fuck is this, Joon?” She tried her best to hide her smile as she walked up to him.

“Listen, I know it took forever. I’m sorry, I had a lot of work to do, and I had to help a friend out and then my mom wanted me to- “

Yoongi cleared his throat, cutting him off.

Joon smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I didn’t ask you when I really wanted to. I left you alone when I shouldn’t have. I have gave you too much hope thinking that I was going to-“

“Ok, ok, Joon? The point?” Emma chuckled.

He shook his head again, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. “My point is that I am here now. And I am asking you if you would be my date to the prom?”

He held out the flowers as he looked her in the eyes.

She pursed her lips, trying not to smile as she took the flowers and tilted her head to the side. “You know, this is the most Namjooney thing you could have possibly pulled.”

Everyone chuckled at her statement as Joon scratched his neck. “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You succeeded in the end.” She said.

He smiled brighter as she laced her fingers with his.

Sniffing came from Danny and Jin. “Oh my god, Joon. Who knew you were such a romantic?” Jin sniffed again before fake blowing into an invisible tissue. Danny dabbing his fake tears with his tie.

………………….

Jungkook finally got dressed after too many attempts at his tie.

“Which loop goes where?”

“I think it goes this way.”

“Wait no that doesn’t seem right.”

“Are even supposed to have loops?”

“I thought you knew how to do a tie!”

“My mom did mine now stop yelling at me!”

“This is fucking pointless.”

“Want to go without it?”

“No, I promised Kat I’d wear a tie.”

“Why the fuck did you promise?”

“I don’t know, dude!”

“Well, that was fucking stupid! We all know we don’t make promises that would end in us humiliating ourselves in the end!”

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me that before?!”

“Do I look like an Advisor to you?!”

But after quite a few attempts, they were able to do it. Jungkook looked himself in the changing room mirror.

“This tie looks fucked up.”

Tae put a hand on his back, guiding him outside. “Well, at least you have one, now let’s go.”

They rushed outside and noticed that it was already dark.

“Shit, how long did we take?” Jungkook checked his watch.

Tae smacked his arm away. “Doesn’t matter, you are dressed, now let’s find out girls.” The walked off toward the bleachers.

Then halted, as they noticed the back of a girl near the edge of the field, sobbing.

“Pick up, pick up!” You stupid piece of shit!” She was yelling at her phone.

Tae and Jungkook eyed each other. Tae immediately shaking his head. “That’s Beatrice, dude.”

“Yeah, I know but-“

“No buts. Let’s just go.” He grabbed his hand and began pulling.

Jungkook stood his ground. “Something could be wrong.”

Tae glanced at her again. She was shaking and sniffing and looking as if she would break down. “She looks fine.” He started pulling his friend again. But Jungkook released his grasp.

He slowly walked toward her, going through what he was going to say in his head. He got arm’s length before lightly tapping her on her shoulder. “Hey, is everything okay?”

She looked up at him and continued to sob. “My date stood me up.” She whaled.

He looked over at Tae who gave him the look and told him to leave. He shook his head.

“Um, well, I’m sorry.” Jungkook felt extremely awkward as he just stood there next to her, watching her cry.

Tae gestured for him to walk away, but he didn’t listen. So, Tae breathed out in annoyance as he strode over. “Hi, Beatrice. I’m sorry you had such a dickhead for a date. Enjoy your night.” He grabbed Jungkook’s arm and pulled.

“Wait!” She called out, causing them both to stop. “You wouldn’t want me to feel alone, would you? On prom night?”

They both exchanged a look. Tae had so many words in his eyes, but Jungkook walked over again.

“I mean, you could join us if you want?” He could feel the daggers Tae was throwing at the back of his head. “Or maybe danc- “

“I’d love to dance.” She said before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the dance floor in the middle of the field. Maybe he should have listened to his friend.

…………………

“Here’s one, Thor, Iron Man, Spiderman.” Blue slurred. Apparently, she had snuck some tequila into her water bottle.

Jin cleared his throat. “This one’s easy. Kiss Ironman, Fuck Thor and Marry Spiderman.”

Everyone gasped.

“What!?”

“No way!”

“What do you mean No way? Thor is Thor!” Jin defended.

“Fuck Spiderman, hands down!” Emma called out.

“100%”

“What?!” Jin protested. “Why?!”

“Because he’s hot!” Olivia bellowed.

“And who knows what else he can do with those webs slingers.” Blue winked at him.

Jin looked slightly impressed. “I mean, I see your point.”

Kat almost died of laughter until she noticed Tae running up to them, looking rather nervous.

“Hey, Tae. Where’s Jay?” Kat asked.

He halted and plastered on a smile. “Oh, Jay? Oh right! Yeah, where….where is he…” He licked his lips, preparing for what he was about to say.

“Tae.”

“Beatrice got him.” He blurted out.

Kat’s eyes bulged. “The bitch did what?!”

He held up his hands. “Nothing serious, she just dragged him to the dance floor and will not let go of him.”

Kat felt her blood begin to boil. She didn’t say a word as she marched off towards the middle of the field. The others close behind her.

“Oh, shit. Jimin, get up! We can’t miss this!” Blue shoved him off the seat. Having them both almost roll down the stairs in the process.

Kat scanned the dancefloor for them, and immediately found the red splotch right in the middle of it. She huffed as she walked faster, her heels keeping her from sprinting.

……………………….

Jungkook looked like he was in pain. He really regrets walking up to her, now he knows that it was just a big scheme. Well played, Bea. Well Played.

She was holding onto him too tightly as if he would run away. Which was exactly what he wanted to do right now.

He glanced around, hoping to find Tae, or any kind of help. But instead found the angry eyes of Kat marching towards them. She didn’t look happy.

“Oh, shit.” He said out loud. Causing Beatrice to look up to where he was looking, and smirked.

…………………………

Kat was ready to smack a bitch. She neared the floor and caught the eyes of her boyfriend, they were asking for help.

She then met the eyes of the bitch herself, as she smirked at her.

Don’t you dare.

Oh, she dared.

Kat halted as Beatrice grabbed his head and pulled it down to hers, crashing her lips on his.

“Oh shit!” She heard Jin chime.”

“Bitch!” Tyler bellowed, which caused heads to turn.

Kat was ready. She began marching again, straight towards them like a fucking bullet, as she watched Jungkook immediately pull his head back. “Woah! What the hell!?” He said to the Beatrice.

Beatrice just simply smirked up at him and then to Kat, who was walking across the dancefloor now. “Come to join our little party?” She called over the music.

Kat stayed silent, still marching.

“Angry are you? What are you gonna’ do? Attack m-“

SMACK!

Beatrice lost her balance, almost falling to the ground as he she held her cheek, mouth agape.

“Don’t you fucking touch him.” Kat said, a little too calmly.

Jungkook just stared at her in pure amazement.

“Oh, she is so winning Prom Queen.” Blue said, Jimin nudging her to be quiet.

Beatrice started to breath harder, tears filling her eyes. “Don’t you dare put a hand on me.” She growled.

Kat raised an eyebrow. “So, we’ve come to an agreement?”

Beatrice gave her a cold stare, then to Jungkook, then to the rest of her friends, before straightening up, removing her hand from her cheek, and simply walked off the dancefloor.

They both kept eye contact, until she was the one who turned away first.

Kat felt a hand on her shoulder. A light whistle sounded by her ear. “Damn. Who knew I wasn’t the only one who could physically disable someone?”

She smiled lightly before looking up to him. “Another reason why we are perfect for each other.” He smirked down at her.

“Amen!” Tyler called out.

Jungkook pulled her in for a hug. “You okay?”

She breathed out, pulling away. “Yeah, I’m okay. You?”

He bit his lip. “Not gonna lie.” He looked her in the eyes. “I’m a little turned on.”

She snorted before nudging him. “After we have a dance.” She promised. He smiled and kissed her.

……………………..

The rest of the night was pretty good. They played some good music which had everyone showing off their best moves. Especially Jin, who proceeded to do some sort of dance he made up himself. “Come on guys! Everyone is doing it these days.”

“Where did I find you?” Danny asked, shaking her head.

There came a time where the boys huddled together and danced and joked around whilst the girls made their own circle and laughed as Blue attempted to twerk.

Everything was great. Jungkook kept catching her eye and winking at her, reminding her about her promise. She would simply smirk back and continue dancing.

It was a great way to end their prom night, until a pair of hands found their way up Kat’s dress.

She whipped her head around and found the person smiling at her. His beard looking a little too scratchy. It was the guy from the tent that Jungkook punched.

“Can I help you?” She furrowed her brows at him.

He raised his. “Oh certainly.” He smirked. “Wanna dance?” He placed his hand on her hip.

“Um, no thank you.” She stepped to the side.

“Aw, come on. Why don’t you play with me like you play with your little boyfriend over there, huh?” He again attempted to put his hand up her dress.

Bad idea.

Kat grabbed his arm and twisted it, causing him to howl in pain. Everyone’s attention was on them now.

“I said no thanks.” Kat said again.

Jungkook saw what was happening and his mind flipped. “Shit.” He stomped over to them.

“I see you like it rough, huh?” The man joked.

Kat grimaced in disgust and kicked his knee, causing him to fall to the ground. All that time in self defense class really paid off as he now lay flat on the ground, Kat still twisting his arm as she kept one heel on his back.

Jungkook stood next to her, immediately crossing his arms. “Well, how many times has the floor become your friend now?”

“Piss off.” Jonah spat on the ground, his cheek smooshed against the floor.

Jungkook scoffed. “Now you know not to mess with either of us, got it?”

Jonah looked up at him, smirking. “I wouldn’t mind it, as long as she keeps wearing that lace underwear every time.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped.

Kat gasped and let go of his arm, stepping back.

Jungkook gave him a smile before grabbing him. Lifting him up so his feet hung off the ground. “You want to run that by me again?”

Jonah struggled in his grasp. “I can take you! Put me down! I can take you!”

Jungkook tried not to laugh at this sad excuse for a man. “You sure about that?” He asked.

And just before Jonah could reply, the rest of the boys came and stood behind Jungkook, staring up at the guy. One after the other.

“Alright, wanna go?” Jungkook asked.

“No!” Jonah gasped. “No…” He stopped struggling. He simply gave up.

Jungkook brought him closer to his face. “Now what you are going to do right now, is pack up your shit and leave. We don’t care, take your goddamn lights, we’ll dance in the dark. But if you come back,” There was pure anger in his eyes. “Don’t be surprised if you wake up in a ditch tomorrow morning.”

Jonah shut his eyes and nodded. Jungkook dropped him, not even bothering to do it lightly. He watched as the man scrambled on to his feet and ran.

Everyone was silent until Tae placed and arm around his friends’ shoulders and yelled in triumph. “Holy Shit, dude!”

The whole dance floor started cheering, clapping and whistling at the amazing thing that just happened.

Kat walked over to him. He was still angry, pissed actually.

He was still watching the man hurry off to the tent. She put both her hands on his face. “Hey! Jay! Look at me!” He glanced down to her, chewing his cheek.

“Are you okay?” He asked, pulling her closer.

“I’m fine. Jay-“

“I swear if he touched you-“

“I’m oka-“

“What did he do?”

“Jay! Listen to me!” She yelled.

He stopped, looking her in the eyes.

She traced her hands down his chest. “You’re angry. And so am I.” She pointed.

“I know, I just hate perverts like that-“

“Let’s use it to our advantage.” She whispered into his ear.

He froze. Staring at her. The corners of his lips began lifting as she nodded.

He grabbed her hand and walked over to their friends. “Hey guys, we’re pretty dazed, we’re gonna go get some fresh air.” He told them.

Tae nodded. “Alright, don’t be gone too long. They gonna announce the King and Queen soon.”

Jungkook nodded. “Thanks. See you later.”

And they were off, running towards the parking area.

“They are not getting fresh air.” Blue said.

Everyone looked to her.

Yoongi nodded in approval as Jin snorted.

“Nice.” Jimin smirked, watching the two of them rushing off.

……………………….

They couldn’t get home fast enough. They could have done it in the car, but Jungkook said he didn’t want anything in the way for what he wanted to do.

Even on the way there, she teased him by placing her hand on his sensitive area, which almost had them swerving into a tree.

Thankfully, his house was a few blocks from there, and his parents were on date night, so the house was completely empty.

He swerved into the parking, didn’t even bother applying the hand break as they rushed out the car. Him almost choking on the seatbelt before realizing he had it on.

Kat laughed as she ran off to the door, waiting for him.

He walked past the door and immediately grabbed her, smashing his lips with hers placing a hand above her head. He didn’t care if his neighbors could see, let them be jealous.

“Jay, the door.” She said between breaths.

He groaned and he fumbled with his keys in his pocket. “Shit.” He had never hated keys so much in his life until that very moment.

Finally, he found the right one and opened the door, picking her up to straddle him as he walked in, kissing her.

He didn’t care if he bumped into anything. Heck, his mom’s favorite vase can go to hell.

He kicked the door closed with a bang before proceeding to the stairs leading to the second floor.

But as he got to the second step, his knees buckled, and he almost dropped her. Kat screaming in panic as she grabbed on to the railing.

He swore. “Um, I think just to be safe…”

She snorted and he put her down, both of them running up the stairs, heavy footsteps behind them.

When they both got to the floor, safely, she turned to him.

“Okay.” He reassured as she jumped onto him again, both of them laughing hysterically at what they just did. They were idiots, honestly.

He made his way to his room, placing her on his bed as he kissed her. She then grabbed at his jacket and almost ripped it off.

“Easy now. Don’t waste the anger on anything that doesn’t deserve it.” He smirked as he removed his jacket, and then his shirt. Even the poor excuse for a tie was flung in an instant. Kat gawking up at his finely tanned skin, her eyes following every crevice of his abs.

It was her turn to remove her dress, which took less effort as he simply pulled it over her head, leaving her in her underwear.

He smirked down at the lacey material. “I’m the only one that can see you in these.” He gripped at her underwear. “Only me.”

She moaned as he slid them off, throwing them to the side. He leaned down and kissed her again, letting her feel him upon her bare skin.

She growled and tugged at his belt, causing him to chuckle. “Very impatient.”

He helped her, as the belt fell with a clang and his pants along with it.

She stared at him, in all his glory. They had only done this about three times before, but every time he reveals himself, she is just always thrown off guard.

He immediately fell on top of her, sucking on her neck and she wrapped her legs around him.

Her hands through his hair, she hadn’t even noticed when he removed her bra. He gripped the bed board as he thrusted into her.

Causing her to gasp a little, like she said, she was always thrown off guard. He went slow, not wanting to hurt her, but she bit his shoulder and scratched his back, telling him to give her more.

So, he did.

They went on and on until they could both feel the knot expanding inside themselves. She could feel him twitch, knowing he was close.

His breathing was rigged as he balanced himself above her, his legs shaking. They had never been this hard before.

“Kat.” He panted, sweat dripping from his brow.

She kissed him, telling him it was okay, he knew she was on birth control and already had Plan B at home, but he still wanted to ask. He looked her in the eyes, making double sure.

“It’s okay.” She whispered. Stroking his face.

He gripped the board and threw his head into the nape of her neck, filling her up with everything that he had. She unleashed herself too.

She felt him, all of him. Every part, every touch, every breath. She felt him, and she knew right then and there, that she wanted no other man but him. She wanted no one else to touch her the way he did. To love her the way he did, because right now, he proved to her that all she needed was right here.

They went silent, only the sound of their breathing filled the room. As he kept his head in her neck, her legs around him, her hands in his hair.

He started leaving light kisses from her temple down to her chest, marking her. “So every goddamn man out there will know that you are taken.” He breathed.

She met his gaze and smiled. “Who else would I be with?”

He smiled, laying his head upon her abdomen, resting, gazing up at her. “No one who doesn’t deserve you.”

She stroked his hair, watching as his head bobbed with her breathing.

They were ready to lay there forever until there was a ding from his suit jacket. And then another, and then another. And then the room was filled with the sound as they frowned at each other.

Jungkook groaned. “Agggh, let me put it on silent.” He got up and walked over to his jacket on the floor. He was surprised to see his phone wasn’t cracked.

He opened the messages and went still. “Oh shit.”

Kat glanced at him. “What’s wrong?”

He turned around, smirking. “Guess who won Prom King and Queen.”

She gaped at him, unable to speak as he winked at her.

“No way. Really?” She laughed.

“Mmmmh mhm.” He hummed as he threw his phone on his desk chair and strode over to her.

“Well, shit.” She chuckled. “I bet Beatrice is pissed.”

“She’s probably crying in her room with an ice pack pressed to her cheek as we speak.” Jungkook chuckled. He hopped onto the bed, sitting up on his elbows, smiling at her. “This calls for a celebration.” He bopped his eyebrows at her.

She snorted as he crawled over to her. “Alright, but I’m top this time.”

Jungkook chuckled, leaning in to kiss her. “Anything for my Queen.”

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