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#last year i barely could do stuff for this event sooo

1kook · 3 years

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viki & hickeys

the 8th installment to netflix & chill :~)

SUMMARY Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air. WARNINGS a little hurt + a lot of comfort, mentions of cheating!villain!jin, insecure!kook, emotional breakdowns, mentions of jk’s lonely past, jk cries :( smut in the forms of making out, eating out, fingering, clit play, hickeys, jk likes cum, double orgasm, squirting, tiny praise kink, blindfolding, rough + unprotected sex, doggy style, choking!!!, breeding/impreg kink, JEALOUS KOOK, mini hand kink, a lil bit of spanking, degradation, he gets progressively meaner lol oc cries MISC there’s a lot of fuckin plot omfg -_-, it’s Valentine’s Eve!, doyeon makes Some Points, mentions of park seojoon juicy ass, they go on a d8 😳, oc like rlly wants to marry him, oc commits double phone homicide RATING m (18+) WC 16.3k !!!! ik its fckin LOOOONG

NOTES (!) in true Viki fashion, here’s an nc fic where there’s like 3 different plot lines n a hot male antagonist <3 this series started off as just me wanting to write smut n it still is! now i just like to infuse different levels of angst into it as well </3 as always, lemme know what u think!! i proofread it twice but one of those times had been at 4 am so if u see a typo no u didn't. also here’s a gif of jungkook crying during a dolly parton performances and here’s another gif of jungkook crying bc it’s scary how pretty he looks

Being evil and hot does not come for free. As you’ve long since learned in the past twenty-three years of your life, you truly can’t have it all.

There is always some deliberating character flaw the universe must bestow upon you in order to level you out, make you fall onto the same plane as all the other mortals. Everyone has one, no matter how small or insignificant. Doyeon’s is that she doesn’t know how to work a straightening iron. Namjoon's is that he can’t tell the difference between water and liquor. Jungkook, despite all his tech-y nerdiness, doesn’t know how to do his own taxes. And yours? You don’t know shit about romcoms.

Your knowledge on the romantic genre is what leads to this predicament now, the ring on your finger heavy as Doyeon regards you with what is perhaps the most unimpressed look known to mankind. “This is a promise ring,” she says bluntly, the bustling sounds of the coffee shop around you the soundtrack to your sudden realization.

“No,” you deny, even though you know she’s right. “It’s an engagement ring.”

Doyeon rolls her eyes. “Babe,” she starts slowly, talks to you like you’re a dorky high schooler with her first boyfriend, “did he ask you to marry him?”

The truth is, the timing had been weird. It had been a few days after you’d rocked Jungkook’s world so you understand if he felt the sudden need to pop the question. But you were also sick as fuck that day, had only vaguely remembered the events because you were too busy with the snot up your nose and the raging fever you were battling. Had Jungkook asked you to marry him?

You’re not so sure.

It’s been a little over a month since then, and sure his lack of proactive wedding planning was a little weird, but you had always assumed Jungkook was one of those people who liked long engagements. Liked to drag out the last few months as a bachelor. Maybe he was waiting until you were both financially stable or something, who knows.

Doyeon had been on some soul-searching journey around the country, so she hadn't been home for a while, had only heard of the ring through a two-second snapchat. This is the first time she’s seeing you and it in person; you can tell by the expression on her face that she’s rightfully disappointed.

“Have you no shame, woman?” she tuts, arms crossed over her chest. “You have me parading around the world bragging about your engagement— just for this?”

You knock your forehead against the table, know it’s dirty and icky, but you deserve it. “Listen,” you huff. “I’ve only seen The Notebook, like, once.”

She scoffs. “I can tell. This is so embarrassing, don’t tell me you’ve brought it up to him?”

At her words you startle, nearly send the drinks flying across the floor. “No!” you shout, mindlessly reaching to twist the ring around your finger. It’s become a habit these past few weeks, a comfort to feel it around you. Granted, the feeling is a little muted now. “Of course he’d get me a promise ring,” you grumble, gaze flickering down to the silver band on your ring finger. “Jungkook loves all that cheesy corny stuff.” He really did.

You’ve had enough of Doyeon’s disappointment, decide this coffee date has brought you enough three am anxiety material for the next year and a half. You conclude your date by taking a walk around town, arms locked together as you laugh at people who pass by because you’re both a little mean.

“Maybe it’s for the best,” she says, and you agree. Well, a promise ring certainly meant something. It was, essentially, a pre-engagement ring. And the engagement ring that followed was a pre-wedding ring. And a wedding ring was, well, a wedding ring. Your heartbeat thunders at the thought. “You’re busy right now anyway,” she points out, snapping you out of your bumbling thoughts. “Aren’t you getting promoted at work soon?”

Oh, you certainly were getting promoted at work. After many grueling months of hard work and dedication, the fruits of your labor were finally being recognized. Gone were the days of useless desk work, intern-like errands that barely required the use of any higher-order brain functions. You had worked hard these past few months, proved your worth over and over again, until you were here. Getting promoted into a new branch at your company— one where your talents were actually needed. And truth be told, there was one man to thank for that.

Your friend and superior, Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin is a great boss. In fact, you could argue he’s the best in the entire world and that, if it wasn’t for him, you would have quit this job that first month you started. But you had him to push you along, friendly smiles and encouragements that kept you going until this point, where you’re being promoted up into a branch where your degree finally matters. And it was all thanks to him! What Kim Namjoon was to Jungkook, Kim Seokjin was to you.

So what if he cheated on his wife and flirted with the secretaries— Seokjin was practically a god in your eyes.

And what Seokjin did in his free time was frankly none of your business anyway. You were colleagues at work, got along fairly well, but outside of work you were practically strangers. He was your beloved work colleague, someone Jungkook teased you about endlessly despite never having met him, and you were immensely thankful for him. “Should I be scared he’ll steal you from me?” Jungkook had joked one night, standing behind you as you scrolled through your company profile page. “He is a little handsome.”

You had pinched his side, smiling at his feigned concern when he pressed his lips to your temple. “You’re right,” you had joked back, “he is sooo cool.” And Jungkook had bitten you on the shoulder, laughed that pretty laugh when you yelped in surprise.

Anyway, Kim Seokjin was a god, Jungkook was on his way to maybe, hopefully, one day, being your husband, and all was well.

To honor this moment in time, you decide to swing by Jungkook’s place after your date with Doyeon, finding him lazily sprawled across his living room couch while What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim? plays on the Jumbotron. He’s in between projects right now, so he’s spent most of his time relaxing and catching up on all his favorite shows.

Which brings you back to that deliberating character flaw of yours: no knowledge of the romantic genre to utilize in your everyday life. Your love language has always been blunt words, teasing jabs, the raw and unfiltered type of love. Emotions? Impossible to figure out. You’ve gotten pretty far in life reading verbal and physical cues; with Jungkook, you always know he’s upset when he does the little tongue-against-cheek thing, and it has saved you from many potential arguments.

On the other hand, it is so obvious what Jungkook’s love language is when he spends fifty percent of his time on Viki, home to some of the most cheesy kdramas in existence. Most guys spend their weekends watching sports or dramatic action movies, but here was Jungkook. Watching some guy try to court his secretary.

(Okay, he does watch sports and action movies too, but that’s not the point!)

“Hello, sweet boy,” you greet, plopping down beside him. Jungkook smiles back softly. He’s serving absolute pre-pre-husband deliciousness right now, cute glasses, fluffy curls, plaid bottoms that make him look so comfy. God, you were going to suck his dick tonight.

Jungkook slots his mouth against yours, tastes like the chocolate cake you specifically told him not to eat without you. He blindsides you before you can scold him, pulls you onto his lap where the swell of his cock nudges against your thigh. Oh, you were definitely going to suck his dick and ride him well into the sunrise.

“What’s my pretty girl doing here tonight?” he asks, cutely looping his fingers through yours. “Thought you were with the Wicked Witch of the West today?”

You roll your eyes, reposition yourself in a laughable attempt at pretending like you’re actually interested in the show. “We just went out for lunch,” you explain, watching the hot lead saunter across the screen. Juicy ass, but nothing compared to Jungkook’s.

There’s a question lingering on the tip of your tongue, Doyeon’s explanations mixed with your worries, and you hold it for exactly ten seconds before you’re turning to face him head on, eyes going a little crossed from how close he is. “Hey,” you say bluntly. “Is this a promise ring?” you ask, wiggle your finger in his face.

Jungkook blinks, once, twice, and then his face shoots up in flames. “Maybe,” he mumbles, lips pursed as he tries to avoid your gaze. He was adorable. You laugh, endeared by the red flush that crawls over his cute little cheeks and up his ears. Unable to stop yourself, you squeeze said cheeks between your hands, cooing at the annoyed expression that consumes him soon afterwards.

“Aw, you want to marry me,” you tease, but it’s secretly a leading question for him to confess that yes, he does want to marry you. For as hot and confident as you are, you too are plagued with doubts. Doubts that can only be smoothed over by hearing it straight from Jungkook’s mouth.

He rolls his eyes, trying to break free from your hold. “We’ve talked about this,” he murmurs, all embarrassed. But like always, Jungkook knows exactly what you want so he doesn’t deny it, and that’s good enough for you. He’s too flustered to look you in the eye now, childishly craning his head away from you when you try to force him into a staring contest. “Can I finish my show?” he whines, slightly not as hard now that you’ve reduced him into a shy, bumbling mess. It was a nice change of pace from his usual, composed self.

But you relent, sliding off his lap to sit against his side, classic octopus hug around his waist. The episode is in full swing, not that you know anything about it. Like you said, romantic shows and movies were the least of your concerns. Jungkook, however, eats this type of shit up. “He still trying to fuck her?” you ask, not the least bit interested, but if you’re planning on sucking his dick tonight you have to listen to a few minutes of him rambling first.

Jungkook sighs. “Yeah,” he says, “I don’t get it.” You hum, trail your hand over his abdomen teasingly. He feels so warm and lean beneath your palm, you were getting hot just thinking about it. “Why would anyone agree to dating their boss?”

You know that Jungkook’s boss is some old Facebook fart, pioneer of something on the site that neither of you two care about. So it makes sense that such a notion disturbs him. You shrug anyway. “Everyone wants to sleep with their hot boss,” you offer. “It’s like, the power dynamic, I guess.”

His frown deepens. “Would you?” Your boss isn’t exactly an old fart; the reason Kim Seokjin was such a renowned playboy is because, well, he had the looks to pull it off. Still, he had become a sort of respectable figure to you and the idea of sleeping with him doesn’t really sound appealing as much as it would to any other random bachelorette, which you admittedly were not. You glance at the screen, where Park Seojoon swaggers around in those tight slacks and fitted button-ups.

“Hm,” you ponder, “maybe.”

Jungkook laughs. “You’re supposed to say no, you idiot,” he says, knocks his forehead against yours softly. You can’t help but chuckle too, enamored with the happy glint in his eyes and the way his smile eats up his features.

Oh, you loved this man.

Because he was so sweet and good on Christmas, you let Jungkook make the plans for Valentine’s Day. After all, it’s his favorite holiday (“Why? Well, because it’s a day all about you, and me, and us,” he had sighed dreamily in the bathtub one night, hair adorably pushed back to showcase that handsome face of his. Bubbles clung to his chest, had made you dizzy with every breath he took.), so it’s only right that he gets to make the itinerary for the day, fill it with all his favorite things. After all, cheesy romantic stuff like this was right up his lane.

He reserves a spot at the fanciest restaurant in the city, the one that has a months long waiting list. It sounds perfect, and the closer it gets to February 13th, the more excited you become. You say 13th because the 14th is a Sunday, and as much as you would love to get on your knees and praise Jungkook’s body until the wee hours of the next day, you have work. So Sunday is off the table. And it’s better this way, you tell yourself. Everywhere would have been packed that day anyway.

It seems like everywhere you go, the entire world is gearing up for the holiday; from the fast food drive-thru to your favorite lingerie shop, there’s Valentine’s Day specials everywhere you look. Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air.

But what good is a lovey-dovey holiday without your own lovey dove himself?

One glance out your window and your knees feel weak, because there he is. Dressed in a loose satin button up, shoulders broad, chest defined. He’s got on these fitted dress pants that accentuate his tiny waist too, thick thighs bulging beneath the fabric. There’s a coat hugging his frame, something to shield him from the cold while he waits out on the curb, does this cute little shivering dance in an attempt to warm up his muscles. Your heart feels like it’ll explode at the sight, and you can practically hear the corny, overused romantic song playing in the background of your thoughts, so you hurriedly distract yourself by slipping tonight’s dress on.

It’s cold outside, but the sight of Jungkook makes you feel warm and fuzzy everywhere. He’s so hot it makes you dizzy, and the sap knows it when he meets you on the sidewalk. Instinctively, his hand reaches out to tangle with yours, the other slipping around your waist. “Hi, gorgeous,” he greets playfully, kissing your knuckles. His hair has grown out a little, curls up cutely when he lets it air dry and tickles your skin when he gets too close. “Lookin’ like Secretary Kim.”

“Oh? So does that make you my hot boss?” you tease as you make your way to the car.

As always, he opens the door for you first, flashes you this dorky little wink as he rounds the front of the car. “If it means you’ll sleep with me tonight, then sure,” he says, buckling himself in. You roll your eyes at his claim. You don’t get to see the proud little smile on his face; by the time you’ve composed yourself, he’s already pulling off in the direction of the restaurant.

It’s a classy thing, a restaurant and bar in some insanely tall skyscraper. Of course your seats are right beside one of the huge floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the beautiful, glittering cityscape. “Fancy,” you murmur as you sit down, catching a glimpse of the eye roll Jungkook gives you.

“You say that about any place that serves wine,” he chuckles, reaching for the bottle on the table to pour you a glass.

The wine tastes like perfection, aged for the perfect amount of time. Whatever that was. You don’t really know, but it tastes amazing! Still, amazement aside, you manage a scoff. “I didn’t say that about your house on our first date,” you huff anyway, throwing him a playful glare over the rim of your glass.

Jungkook laughs, full and real this time. It’s a little too loud for the classy establishment you find yourselves in, drowns out the jazz music for a second. “That’s because it was a house,” he says, wearing that big, shiny smile you adore, “and we were watching Transformers.” An amazing date, the mere memory of it makes your toes curl. He had been so dreamy— nearly two years ago now! —and had retained that aura up to the present day. You don’t think you’ve ever been so in love with anyone or anything in this world before, as cheesy as it was to admit.

As if sensing your sudden wandering thoughts, Jungkook nudges your ankle under the table. “Hey,” he says so softly you could melt; his voice was so silky and sweet. “Everything okay?” he asks.

A sigh, chin in your palm. You had to have been abducted by aliens or something— there was no way this was your life, this disgustingly romantic date with this disgustingly handsome man. An episode of Black Mirror maybe? One where you get forced to live in a romantic Viki drama with the man you love, every single day for the rest of your life? Maybe.

Dramatics aside, you could practically feel that sticky sweet, sentimental monster begging to crawl to the surface, unleash the entire Shakespearean collection of lovesick sonnets on your unsuspecting boyfriend in the middle of this restaurant. But the weird ones, were you accidentally dedicate an entire six lines to the bulge of Jungkook’s thighs in his workout pants or the heart-shaped mole on his shoulder. Those kind. Before that can happen, you settle on an equally as gentle, “I love you,” murmured for only him to hear.

Across the table, Jungkook smiles. One of those thin ones when he’s trying to keep his composure but is actually quite flustered, his subtle bunny teeth nibbling at his lower lip. “Thanks,” he responds, still trying to play it cool, but then he almost knocks his glass down and you’re reminded just how perfect he was, flaws and all. “Me too.”

You jab the pointed tip of your stiletto against his shin. “Say it back,” you warn and he laughs.

“I love you,” Jungkook says like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Straight out of a romantic drama, like the ones on Viki that require a minimum of four different story arcs just to get to this point. But with Jungkook, it takes a few shy smiles and maybe a kiss. It has a scorching heat rising on your cheeks, one you ward away with a hurried sip of your drink while Jungkook reaches for your hand, thumb rubbing over your promise ring as if for good luck.

That singular phrase makes your world pause, its axis stalling while you deal with the overwhelmingly soft and gooey feelings in your chest. Oh jeez, you had to rock his world tonight. It was only right. He deserved it for making you feel like this— this silly and ditzy, like a middle schooler with her crush.

Anyway the food gets to your table after a millennia. Jungkook orders some fancy lobster dish, one that you're pretty sure costs more than the purse you brought along tonight (to be fair, you’re a cheap buyer), and still has the audacity to poke around at your plate too. He eats enough to feed a schoolhouse full of children who’ve just come off recess, practically devouring the table cloth before you stop him. And then he doesn’t let you see the bill; “baby, don’t worry about that when you’re with me,” he purrs, warm breath fanning against the skin on your neck, drunk off pure love and strawberry lemonade because he was driving tonight. The hostess is a blushing mess, fumbling for his change as Jungkook practically gropes your ass in plain sight.

You swear he’s spending too much time on that Viki streaming service, because then, as if the romantic dinner date wasn’t enough, he whisks you off to an even more romantic walk along the river.

If there was ever a world record for “Number of Times you can Make your Girlfriend Swoon,” you’re positive Jungkook had broken it in the span of a few hours. You feel so light-headed and in love by the time you reach the river.

“You know,” you tell him as you walk, the serene sounds of the flowing water beside you the soundtrack to your date. Jungkook swings your joined hands between the two of you. It’s chilly but you’re so full and happy that you don’t let it bother you. “I was gonna throw wine at you when we first met.”

He cackles, that loud, airy sound again that he only lets you hear, with his head thrown back. “What?” he gasps, smiley and pretty, your pretty boy. “And why were you going to do that?”

You huff, feeling slightly embarrassed now to admit such a thing. But aside from Doyeon, no one else has ever heard this classified tale. And well, you’re feeling extra emotional tonight. An abundance of emotions in one night usually ended with you crying like a little bitch at some point or another, so you’re trying to push that off for later. “Because,” you sigh, squeezing his fingers, your lone promise ring versus his assortment of fashionable rings. “You sounded like an absolute fuck boy when you first texted me!”

Jungkook scoffs, playfully scandalized. “Me?” he squawks, pausing to stand in front of you with wide eyes and a ridiculously huge smile, the kind that has his brows raised high, lips going thin, practically displaying every tooth in his mouth from how wide it is.

“Jungkook,” you say calmly, shoving one finger against his chest. “You asked me to Netflix & chill for our first date.”

He groans, using your entwined hands to pull you into his arms for a suffocating hug. “I already told you,” he laughs, patting the back of your head while you get in a few lighthearted punches against his sides. “I didn’t know what it meant.”

“Whatever, you sleaze,” you say anyway, eventually melting into his hands. “Bet you tell all the girls that.” Jungkook makes another scandalized noise, but settles when you wrap your hands around him. He smells so good and familiar, comforting even. Like home and safety, a refuge for your heart. When you’re this close, you can hear the light beating of it beneath your ear, a steady rhythm that has you closing your eyes when he begins humming your favorite song.

He gets about two verses in when your phone suddenly goes off.

Everything in your body says to ignore it, to continue basking in the comfort of your boyfriend’s embrace and this absolutely perfect moment. But it’s the stupid ringtone you set for all your work peers when you first loaded the entire company contact list onto your phone, so the sound alone lets you know it’s a work-related call. And for work to be calling you on a weekend was definitely not a good sign.

“Give me a sec,” you tell Jungkook, pulling away from his arms. He frowns but lets you go, staying close as you dig through your purse for the offending device.

It’s Kim Seokjin calling at this peculiar hour, a fact that confuses the hell out of you. Jungkook’s bouncing on his heels in an attempt to fight off the chill, giving you his beautiful side profile as he glances down the winding sidewalk that follows the river, and then at his watch. His nose is a cute red color that you want to kiss so bad. But work calls, so you tighten up and let that dream go for now. You swipe your thumb across the screen.

“Hello, Mr. Kim,” you greet, trying to keep the confusion out of your voice. “How can I help—“

“__, my love,” he beams through the phone, so fucking loud it has Jungkook glancing over curiously. You give him a tight-lipped smile, one he returns as he shuffles closer, trying to steal your warmth like a penguin. You let him snuggle close before turning back to the droning voice of your superior on the line.

“Hello,” you repeat again, slowly. Jungkook takes your free hand in his; when he squeezes, the band of your promise ring digs into your skin just the slightest. “Was something the matter?”

Seokjin laughs, loud and clear. There’s a lot of other noises filtering in through his line. Briefly, you remember that there had been some work-related party for the higher ups tonight so you write it off as that. “Does there need to be a problem for me to call you, love?”

You falter. Beside you, Jungkook’s brows furrow together, his devilishly handsome features even more pronounced. He’s obviously heard the other man on the line. “Um,” you flounder for a second, “well, usually yes.”

Without missing a beat, Seokjin carries on with a playful tut that you’re almost certain has him lifting the receiver up to his mouth, because it’s so goddamn loud it has you flinching away from your own device. “My __,” he says, sweet and… slurred?

He’s never used this tone of voice on you, only on other women at the office. Something about his broken marriage and needing to heal a wound, you don’t fucking know. You can’t even begin to truly understand that logic, which is why you’ve always just ignored it. Still, in the last few months of knowing Seokjin, he has never made a pass at you. Until now, that is. And until now, you had kind of convinced yourself he saw you in a sisterly way. Which sure, was worse than being friendzoned. But this was your boss you were talking about. Whether you got sister-zoned or not by him was the least of your concerns. So what was going on? What had changed over the span of a few days that had him suddenly reaching out to you on a weekend?

Beside you, Jungkook doesn’t look the slightest bit impressed, tongue prodding against his cheek as Seokjin rambles on the line. You wish you had lowered the volume before answering, but doing so now would appear suspicious, even you could admit that. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Seokjin praises. You nod, remember he can’t see you, and settle on a blunt thanks instead. Jin laughs. “You’re different from the rest,” he hums, voice soft and weirdly intimate.

Jungkook’s frown deepens. “What does he want?” he murmurs, somehow managing to keep his voice calm as always. The deep furrow of his brows and the tongue-against-cheek motion he had done just a few seconds ago all indicate he’s annoyed, that much you can tell.

You shrug, eyes wide as you hurry to get to the reason for the phone call. You’re almost certain it’s just Seokjin being drunk— many people drunkenly dial their friends and family to tell them how much they’re appreciated, this wasn’t anything weird!

Is what you try to convince yourself, but then Seokjin’s voice is dropping an octave by your ear. “Did you get my gift?” he murmurs, voice nearly drowned out by the sounds of the event he’s at.

“Huh?” you stammer, quite stupidly if you do say so yourself. Jungkook shifts closer, obviously trying to hear. A breeze ruffles his hair, his cologne wafting over you. “What?”

A sigh over the line. “My gift, love,” Kim Seokjin says, loud and proud. Jungkook exhales, hard. “I had it sent to your house this evening. Something pretty for a pretty girl— don’t tell me the postman fucked that up,” he jokes and Jungkook huffs, practically breathing fire through his nose when he hears the words.

You fidget. There had been no gift when Jungkook picked you up around sunset, not like you had expected anything to begin with. And aside from Jungkook and maybe your parents, there was no one else on this planet you wanted to receive a Valentine’s Day gift from anyway, especially not from your boss of all people. “Um,” you mumble, acutely aware of the way Jungkook’s face is nearly pressed to yours now in his effort to listen in on your phone call. “I— um, haven’t been home, Seokjin.”

Jungkook scoffs, spits out a particularly unimpressed, “Seokjin?”

Said man doesn’t hear. “Oh, of course,” he says, almost sullenly. “I forgot you had that little boyfriend to entertain tonight.”

It’s the breaking point for Jungkook, who leans back to glare at the phone with the heat of a thousand suns. You press it against your chest before he can hear anything else. “I’m sorry,” you rush out in a hurried whisper, eyes flickering over his face, trying to gauge the intensity of his emotions. “I think he’s drunk— he’s never said things to me like this before,” you stammer, feeling like you have to defend yourself for some reason. “I’ll- I’ll take care of it, okay?” No answer, just an aggravated shake of his head, like he’s trying to calm himself down. “Jungkook?” you say, can feel the panic begin to lace your voice when his eyes flutter shut.

He calms your worries with a gentle head butt that has you gasping in surprise, one hard exhale fanning over you. “Okay,” he says, teeth clenched. “I’m gonna go sit.” And then he stiffly walks over to one of the many benches lining the pathway. He sits, just like he had said he would, and glares down at his hands instead.

The sight makes you anxious, unsure of how to diffuse the situation because, like you’ve said many times before, dealing with emotions— especially someone else’s emotions —was hard. Your eyes refuse to leave his figure as you draw the phone back up to your ear again. “Hello?” you call, voice trembling when Jungkook finally looks your way. The soft look he had given you all night is nowhere to be found, replaced with this rather unreadable expression. Something between annoyance and confusion if you had to guess. You don’t know, and the fact you don’t know makes you panic. Your chest feels tight when Seokjin begins speaking again.

“You know,” he says, “you’re quite something, __. Strong, confident. Beautiful.” Had you been anyone else, you might have been flattered by Kim Seokjin’s remarks, maybe would have swooned. He was, objectively speaking, a handsome man with a hefty bank account.

But if that was the criteria for a man to make you swoon, then the man on the bench in front of you checked all the same boxes three times over. The man who’s brows draw closer and closer together the longer you linger on the phone. Jungkook’s foot does one agonizing tap against the concrete and you find yourself stammering into the phone. “I think you’re drunk, Jin.”

A scoff. “I am,” he agrees, and doesn't even bother to hide it. “But you remind me of her, you know that? I like that.”

It’s like he knows something is going on on the line, because Jungkook visibly bristles when you sidestep in surprise. What was going on, your brain screams. Having your superior compare you to his infidel wife was definitely not something you saw coming tonight. “Uh, okay?” you say, “listen, Seokjin— Mr. Kim, I’m... I have a boyfriend. And I really lov—“

He cuts you off. Jungkook bristles at the sudden stop of your sentence. “Yeah, yeah,” Seokjin drawls, and you can feel the sheer terror of accidentally jeopardizing your relationship with Jungkook step aside for the briefest moment to allow some annoyance to seep through. Annoyed with Seokjin and his audacity, his tone, his voice. “Mrs. Kim used to say that about me,” he chuckles humorlessly, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” A long pause. You’re unsure of how to respond. “It’s not real,” Seokjin says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. “Love, that is.”

You clench your jaw, gathering your thoughts to respond when Seokjin beats you to it. “But you know what, love?” You don’t respond. Seokjin pushes on anyway. “Someone’s gonna cheat sooner or later— why not beat him to it?”

Your body reacts first, a startled gasp inhaled through your lips at his disrespectful preposition. Your phone slips out of your grasp. It bounces twice, lands on the ledge that gives way to the river, and you almost kick it in when Jungkook comes up behind you. “Hey, hey,” he says sternly, tugging you away from the phone you almost killed. “What’s wrong— what did he say?”

You exhale, face warm from the discomfort sitting heavy in your chest. “Nothing,” you huff, mind slightly foggy as you try to process that awkward conversation. “It’s— it was stupid,” you spit, pressing the heels of your palms against your temples, the raging anger and confusion making your head pound now.

You had always known Kim Seokjin wasn’t the most faithful man, that the infidelity ran both ways in his relationship. But you had never imagined he would ever compare you to her, his cheating wife, in an attempt to win you over. Furthermore, you’re downright disturbed by the fact he would even try to hit on you after all the mentoring he’d given you, all the polite smiles he’d flashed you, all the praise you had bestowed upon him to Jungkook.

Jungkook, whose jaw twitches as his hands graze your forearms. When you look at him again, you feel an immense wave of remorse wash over you at the way his own irritation is clouded by his worry for you. He had been wronged as well— disrespected just like you —but here he was, pushing his own emotions aside for your sake. He doesn’t want to see you upset. He was so good at dealing with your emotions, knew just what to do when things became too much.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, lips pursed together. “I don’t know why— he’s never— I wouldn’t do that,” you settle on, voice wobbling when Jungkook’s jaw clenches. “Jungkook,” you frown, reaching for his hands, “I wouldn’t—“

He shushes you with another one of those gentle forehead bumps. “Calm down,” he says, voice deeper than usual. “I know you wouldn’t.”

Weirdly, it feels like you’ve committed a grave sin against your boyfriend. A crime. “I’m sorry,” you blubber anyway, heart thundering in your chest. “That was horrible,” you huff, desperately blinking away the stinging sensation behind your eyes. “You didn’t deserve to hear that.”

“Don’t cry,” Jungkook says, so soft and comforting; stable. You want his composure, his ability to process and understand things so quickly— his maturity. Sure he had been put off by Seokjin, but he had processed it all so quickly; adapted to the situation and stepped in to save you. Meanwhile, you nearly committed cellular murder because you couldn’t handle yourself. “He’s a weirdo,” he says, for both your sakes. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.”

Still, you sniffle. “I’m sorry,” you say again, the heavy feeling in your chest lightening just a little bit when he pulls you into his arms.

“Crybaby,” he teases softly, a kiss on the crown of your head. You pinch his side. “Second phone you broke in a year.”

The mood for the riverwalk is off after that, and you only walk a few more meters before Jungkook decides it’s enough. “We can still enjoy ourselves at home,” he reassures you, and the way he tries to salvage that soft, fuzzy feeling from before is admirable. So Jungkook takes you home, holds your hand the whole drive back to your place, like he knows you’re still fragile from that extremely uncomfortable interaction, need him to hold you together. Jungkook’s emotional stability guards you like a shield, covers you in a wave of comfort as you calm down. You tell him about Seokjin’s preposition and he bristles. “Prick,” he murmurs beneath his breath, grip tightening just the tiniest bit. Your ring pinches against your skin a little painfully, but you say nothing.

There’s a box of flowers on your doorstep when you arrive, one that makes Jungkook pause at the sight. “Wonderful,” he drones, picking it up for you as you unlock the front door. It gets left on the coffee table, practically mocking the two of you as you remove your shoes and coats. “That’s your favorite flower,” Jungkook notes.

You glance at the expensive bouquet. “It is.”

Jungkook drops down onto your couch, eyes flickering to the meticulous arrangement in front of him. “You told him?” Not really. But back when you had thought Jungkook and you were engaged (read: last week), you had spent days looking at different floral shops that specialized in this flower, frequently leaving the tab open on your work computer. Seokjin must have seen it then. At your extended silence, Jungkook says, “nice.”

You frown, setting your heels on the shoe rack. “Baby, I didn’t,” you tell him softly, reaching for the zip on the back of your dress. It comes down, and after clearing your hips, it falls to the floor in a dark heap you pick up quickly. It leaves you scantily clad in a black lingerie set. Meanwhile, Jungkook drops his head back, glaring at your ceiling. Tentatively, you step over to him, toying with the fabric of your dress in your hands. “You said it was okay.”

“I know,” he sighs, an unexpected confession from him that makes you pause. Despite all you’ve been through, he still rarely highlighted situations that upset him. “It’s just,” he says, turning his head to look at your form again, eyes not drinking you in like you hoped he would. “It’s scary.”

The couch cushion dips beneath your weight when you settle beside him. “What is?”

Jungkook shrugs, avoiding your question by reaching for the TV remote on the coffee table, right beside the box of flowers Seokjin had sent. He opens up the Viki app in a flash— the one linked to his account —and has even loaded up the next episode of Secretary Kim when you question him again. “What’s scary, Jungkook?” you repeat.

On screen, there’s a beautiful scene on a bridge, the two leads happily conversing. It’s serene, something neither you nor Jungkook feel at the moment.

Eventually, he says, “you could leave.”

You pause. “What do you mean?” Leave? Where on earth would you leave to when this was your home? He doesn’t meet your gaze.

Another scene passes by on screen, some cheesy line and an even cheesier promise. Jungkook’s foot taps against the floor, the sound dull against the plush rug beneath you. It’s a nervous tick you’ve only seen him do at the height of truly stressful situations. Weird because just half an hour before you had dubbed him as the epitome of calm and collected at the river.

“I thought he was cool before.”

He did. But the word ‘cool’ didn’t always have the same meaning for Jungkook as it did for you.

In the past, Jungkook had frequently joked about having to meet Kim Seokjin and thank him for all the help he’s given you at work. After all, up until now, you had only ever had good things to say about the man, raving about his cool demeanor and respectable work ethics. Now, the memories paired with the conversation from earlier leave a bad taste in your mouth.

You’re a little confused with Jungkook right now; part of you had convinced yourself that whatever happened on the phone earlier with Seokjin was put behind you, marked off as an anomaly in the evening. After all, Jungkook himself had said it was okay. Park Seojoon appears on screen, and you can’t help but glare at the character, residue emotions from the river pushed off onto this innocent actor.

Still, Jungkook surprises you. “It’s just that—“ he sighs. And then, “what if you leave?”

You blink, eyes trained on his side profile and the way he’s nervously chewing through his bottom lip until it tints a red shade, gives way to sensitive skin when he bites too hard. “Why would I leave?”

He says nothing. On screen, Park Seojoon says something so cheesy and romantic that it would have otherwise made you cringe, made Jungkook soft. But he’s stiff as a board beside you instead. You almost think he’s going to disregard the entire conversation when he finally speaks again. “Well.” You perk up at the sound of his voice, overly aware of the way he’s started picking at the skin around his thumb again, another nasty habit you’ve been trying to help him get over. “He’s cool. Rich.”

“And so are you,” you offer, covering his hand with your own.

Jungkook ignores you, releasing a long, shaky exhale. Somehow, he’s exuding a similar energy as before; discontentment mixed with understanding. Like he’s greatly conflicted but forcing himself to remain calm. Another trembling inhale, and then Jungkook quietly recites, “everyone wants to sleep with their hot boss.”

You recoil just the slightest, brows pinched together at the absurd conclusion he’s drawn. “Baby, that was just a silly conversation,” you say slowly, slipping your hand into his. He squeezes so tight you’re afraid he’ll break your bones. “And we were joking—“

“I know!” he exclaims, enveloping your significantly smaller hand in both of his before bringing them up to his face, lips pressed against your knuckles. It’s not a kiss, more so a desperate need to feel you against him. Eyes wide, you can’t do anything but watch as that collected exterior slips away, revealing a whirlwind mess of emotions. It’s a rather unexpected show from Jungkook. “It was a joke. We were joking. But I’m—“ his jaw clenches. His voice is so tiny when he speaks again. “I get scared sometimes, __.”

His emotional outburst renders you speechless, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut, jaw clenching, hands trembling.

It’s a stark image change from the cool Jungkook that had comforted you at the river, had patted the back of your head when you had been so distraught. His chest heaves for air and you don’t know what to do; it’s always the other way around, him comforting you, that when it comes down to this you find yourself at a loss. It makes you feel like you don’t know enough about yourself or him or your relationship in general to help him, always so lost when things like this happen.

Jungkook has never been good at expressing negative emotions, always preferring to bottle them up and only show you his very best side. Granted, he’s been getting better at letting go lately, has whispered his doubts to you in the dead of night after a particularly grueling project, an uncomfortable social meeting. But he always waits until you’re half asleep and in the dark to tell you how he feels, hushed worries that you barely remember the next morning. And by then, Jungkook’s moved on from them anyway, flashes you a pretty smile and purposefully guides you away from that conversation. You know he’s started keeping a journal recently, but aside from seeing the blanks pages when he’d first gotten, you don’t have a clue what happened afterwards. It’s probably hidden away somewhere, his feelings locked up in a cupboard or a box, the secrets it holds never to be spoken of aloud.

He doesn’t like talking about his more personal problems, hoards them until you’re forced to intervene. Find him slumped over at his dining table with bags under his eyes, the skin on his lower lip bitten beyond belief.

Rarely does he sit down and express himself like this, lays his heart out carefully for you to see. Had he not said so right now, you would have never known Jungkook struggled with such doubts about you and your relationship.

(It makes your heart ache at the realization.)

Jungkook always acts like everything is okay, always forces himself to hold it together for the sake of you and, quite frankly, everyone else. He’s there when Taehyung breaks up with his girlfriends, pats him on the back and lets him run through every video game he has on his PS5. He’s there for Namjoon when his thesis becomes too much, proofreads it even though he doesn’t understand a word just for the sake of giving his best friend another perspective. Hell, he had even been there for Doyeon when her new landlord had tried to overcharge her, had carried the bulk of your argument when you ran off to try and fight with the old man.

(“He’s too nice sometimes,” she had murmured the next morning at her place. After the shouting match the night before, you had crashed with Doyeon on her new bed, your sweet boyfriend taking up her couch. Somehow, you and Jungkook had managed to knock a clean seventy-five bucks off her monthly bill. It wasn’t much, but for an apartment in the city it sure felt like a lot.

You had hummed, patting the top of his head on the way to the kitchen. “He’s a good boy,” you had said, heart thrumming when he instinctively pushed closer to your hand, nuzzling into you even in his sleep. “He cares about everyone a lot. Worries to death about his friends.”

The state of their relationship was weird; they were always fighting about one thing or another, ‘eternal enemies’ as Doyeon liked to claim.

But for the first time, she hadn’t denied they were, in fact, friends. Instead, she had quietly stood at the breakfast nook overlooking the living room with a somber look on her face that was completely unlike the Doyeon you knew. She didn’t respond with her usual backhanded compliments, didn’t even call him a gremlin either.

“He even worries about you, Miss Wicked Witch of the West,” you had teased, reaching over to pull Jungkook’s shirt down where it had ridden up, exposing his cute belly button to the cold apartment. She had sipped at her mug of coffee, eyes foggy and distant. “It just takes him a while.”

“He’s always cared about you though,” she had murmured then, and you had marked it off as her being half asleep. But Doyeon had given you this look, a look so profoundly wise, as if she was saying, “more than you’ll ever know.”)

Most importantly, Jungkook is always there for you. He holds you in his arms, strokes your back comfortingly whenever something goes wrong. Listens to your concerns and offers you advice, learns new things for the sole purpose of helping you out. Lets you make stupid decisions and always saves you at the last minute. And you want to repay him for all that, want to look after Jungkook like he does for everyone else. But it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard, when he doesn’t let you in, when he holds his emotions at bay for the sake of protecting yours. When you don’t even know where to start sometimes.

The beating of your heart is accompanied by a dramatic orchestral ensemble on screen, violins and flutes as the two lovers reconcile some issue with a kiss. Beside you, your own lover is one second away from falling apart. “Hey,” you say quietly, slipping your hand out of his to hesitantly place on his back instead. With your release, Jungkook uses his empty hands to drag over his face, hide himself from you. “I’m not going to leave you, Jungkook,” you try and comfort, “I love you.”

He shakes his head, dark locks bouncing around. “I know, I know,” he sighs, but it doesn’t sound like he believes you. It sounds like he’s forcing himself into composure again, jaw flexing as he shakes his head. “But— what if—” another aggravated huff, his thighs jumping anxiously. “You’ll get bored.” Not a question, but a statement.

“Of you?” you ask anyway. He nods. “I won’t.”

He sits up so suddenly you have to move away to avoid bumping into him. “You will,” he urges, finally looking at you, distress painted over every inch of his face. “That guy, that Seokjin, he sounds more interesting than me. He sounds cool and put together, like the world is his oyster and,” he rubs the heels of his hands against his eyes. “You talk about him sometimes and... and you call him a god, __,” he stresses, doesn’t leave room for you to object. “And I know you’re joking, but—“ a sharp inhale, and then, quietly, “everyone gets bored of me, __.”

Your frown deepens. “But I won’t,” you argue, confident in your claim, shifting onto your knees beside him. Your dress is thrown over the armrest of the couch, and the draft in your apartment makes goosebumps rise on your bare flesh. “You’re not boring, Jungkook,” you tell him, voice softening when his features pinch up, nose wrinkling as he wards off the stinging behind his eyes.

It’s teenage trauma. Jungkook had told you at least that much before, this crippling sense of loneliness and an inferiority complex that hindered him during an influential growth period of his life. It’s why he’s so quiet when he has so much to say, why he brings you along to every party he gets invited to; he’s never felt like he was enough by himself.

Sometimes, it leaks into his confessions. “I don’t deserve you,” he says frequently, but some days you want to hot glue him to a chair and force him to listen to every reason why he does and always will deserve you or anyone for that matter. “You make me better,” he claims, but he does that all on his own, lights up the world with his smile alone.

He’s gotten better, that much you’ve learned from Namjoon and Taehyung. And even you’ve noticed it on your own, watched as he animatedly talked with his friends and his coworkers, drew people naturally to him with his warm aura.

Even still, there’s moments where he relapses. Moments like this.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs beside you, “I know I’m a handful—“

“You’re not,” you interrupt, cupping his soft cheek in your hand, turning him to face you. Jungkook leans into the touch, and your heart breaks in half when a tear escapes over his waterline, pretty eyes brimming with tears. “You’re not a handful, Jungkook,” you tell him, shuffling closer until you can press your forehead against his. The truth is, you don’t know how to comfort him, but this is how he’s always comforted you; it feels nice when he does it for you. “You’re just enough,” you say, voice soft because it feels like your precious boy is about to fall apart in your arms, his shallow breaths rivaling the volume of the television. “You’ve always been enough.”

He sniffles, and another tear tickles the side of your thumb, catching the light. “I’m sorry,” he repeats anyway, a disbelieving chuckle tacked on at the end.

“Don’t be,” you shush, pushing away a strand of hair when he leans closer. His frown is still prominent, pink lips red and soft under your thumb when you tap your finger against them. “You can tell me when things worry you, you know,” you inform him, heart swelling when his eyes fall shut and he leans into your touch. He’s so handsome, the cute little mole beneath his lip begging to be kissed. “I’ll always listen.”

Jungkook hums, breathing evening out. “I know you will,” he says. “But I like listening to your voice more, and I can’t do that when I’m talking.”

You snort and Jungkook finally lets a tiny smile slip. “Don’t flirt with me so soon after your meltdown,” you mumble, kissing his cheek softly.

Jungkook chuckles, real this time, and sniffles right afterwards. “I’ll flirt with you whenever I want.” And, because he’s just so full of surprises tonight, he sniffles once more before he’s unceremoniously tackling you back onto the couch. You squeal, the TV remote digging into your back painfully. It has the volume accidentally skyrocketing, startling the both of you with an ear-shattering orchestral piece at the height of some emotional scene. Jungkook scrambles to free the device and lower the volume before your eardrums burst. “I didn’t even know your TV could go that loud,” he says, and he’s speaking normally but the deafening violins are still reverberating in your head, making him sound quieter than he really is.

“Come here,” you say instead, and he obeys, crawling into your arms, mouth hovering just over yours. “You feeling better?”

Jungkook nods, dark hair bouncing. “You make me better,” he tries, but after tonight’s realization, you respond to his corny words with a pinch against his doughy cheek instead.

“Don’t say that,” you frown, toying with one of the earrings decorating his ear. The tip of his nose is flushed red, the exertion from crying catching up to him. His lashes are dark, probably feel so heavy with the residual tears that cling to them.

Jungkook repositions himself, guides your legs around his waist. “Why not? It’s true.” He glances at your mouth. “You make my life better.”

“Wrong,” you say bluntly, brushing his hair back with your hands. “Your own perception and understanding of your experiences makes your life better. I just happen to be in it.” Jungkook looks the tiniest bit surprised at your suddenly logical argument. “Trust me, I saw it in a documentary the other day.”

At that he laughs, full and loud, pecking your lips once with a sweet smile on his face. “Now I know you’re lying,” he grins, gently nudging his nose against yours. The drama on the TV is but a quiet hum compared to the pounding of your heart in your chest when he looks at you like that. “Because you don’t even like documentaries.”

You kiss him softly, holding his hair back for him. He tastes a little bit like the chocolate cake he had at the restaurant and the lemonade he drank (he didn’t indulge in the sweet wine with you because he needed to drive). His lips mold perfectly against yours, and he sighs softly when he finally draws back. “But I like you,” you purr.

Jungkook’s eyes darken, one heavy exhale fanning across the lower half of your face. You readjust the leg around his waist, pull him closer just the slightest bit. “Don’t flirt with me so soon after my meltdown,” he repeats, lips brushing against yours. You chuckle. “You don’t know what that means to me.” You can roughly guess, but that opportunity is taken away when Jungkook slots his mouth against yours, soft lips molding to yours. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, wastes no time slipping in when you open for him, hot and wet.

Jungkook’s fingers are just as warm when he trails them up the back of your thigh, pulls you impossibly closer until the buckle on his belt is pressed flush against your mound. A tiny whimper escapes your lips, chest jumping just the slightest from the pressure. It makes Jungkook pull away with an easygoing grin, chocolate eyes half-lidded. “You okay?” he murmurs, breath a little shaky from the kiss. You nod, tangling your fingers behind his head and pulling him in close again.

He evades your puckered lips, ducking down to press his own against your throat, right beneath your jaw. “Ugh,” you groan, digging your nails into his back through his satin shirt. “I wanted a kiss.”

Jungkook nips at your skin, this tiny gesture that couldn’t hurt even if he tried. “You always want a kiss,” he retorts softly, the quiet smack of his lips filling your ears as he bestows a series of smooches against your skin. And it’s so devastatingly tender how he handles you, like you’re made of glass and will break at a moment’s notice, like he wants to treasure your body for the rest of his—

Jungkook chomps down, hard, and you hiss. “Sit still,” he orders, soothing over the bite with one broad lick of his tongue.

You whimper. “That hurt.”

“And it’ll hurt even more if you keep moving,” he warns you, and before you can ask what that even means, he’s leaving another stinging bite just further down. It’s at the midway point of your neck, right in front, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat when he sucks a painful mark over it. “There,” he says, mostly to himself. “All mine.”

Your legs tighten around him, and you fight down the wave of heat that threatens to consume you when he places one final kiss over the second mark— the hickey.

Jungkook doesn’t usually leave them. In fact, you can rarely recall a time where he had purposefully gone out of his way to mark you up like this. It was always accidental, always unplanned, because he knew how troublesome it was for you to cover them up for work the next morning. Work, where your coworkers and your bosses and Seokjin could see.

Brows pinched together, your brain begins to draw a connection, one that Jungkook is soon confirming himself. “Everyone will see that now,” he hums, kissing a trail down your neck.

Of course.

You pat the back of his head in amusement, hiding a smile against his soft locks. Before you can say anything more, maybe tease him for being so cute, there’s a hand on your hip that snaps you out of your scheming. Jungkook lifts his head, does that endearing little head shake that pushes his hair out of his eyes, before leaning in for another languid kiss.

It’s even slower than the first, mostly because he’s a little too preoccupied with running his hands over your body now. It starts at your shoulder, teasingly snaps the strap of your bra as you push your tongue down his throat. Jungkook whimpers, that pretty sound that makes you desperate to hear more. It’s the same sound that he always makes when he wants to be pampered, wants you to kiss his entire body while he lays there and takes it.

And you’re all too ready to act on it.

Duty calls and you’re there to answer, tilting his head for him with your hands against his cheeks. He sighs against you, breath trembling as it tickles across your skin. That soft and tender way that makes you melt because he’s just so precious, so dreamy.

But you’re too caught up in your plotting to remember the hand he’s got on your hip, the one that teases the waistband of your panties with one lone finger. It’s only when Jungkook pulls away from your inviting mouth, his other hand holding you down by your shoulder, that you’re snapped back into reality. His lips are swollen and red, slick from your tongue, and so tantalizingly kissable. He huffs out a breath, eyes flickering over your face. “Can I touch you,” he husks, and gives into the temptation to press a kiss against your jaw.

“Yes, please,” you shiver, hypnotized by his hungry stare.

Jungkook wastes no time, pressing another kiss against the bruising mark over your throat that dissolves into a series of lighter smooches he trails down between your breasts. His hands come up to cup your boobs over your bra, giving them one harsh squeeze that has you releasing a long exhale as he moves between the valley and down your tummy, over your belly button. “Open,” he says at your pubic bone, carefully guiding your legs apart until you’re spread wide for him.

The dark panties you’re wearing tonight— the super expensive ones you had spent an hour measuring your body for the exact sizing —receive one light kiss over the front. “Always so pretty for me,” Jungkook murmurs, tracing one lone finger down the middle. Your stomach contracts when he nudges it against you, the soft material of your panties just barely pushed between your folds.

As his hand occupies itself with some relatively light foreplay, Jungkook tasks himself with leaving another tingling mark against your skin. This time, it’s on the inside of your thigh. He starts it off slowly, a few littered kisses against the skin until he deems one spot worthy enough and abruptly sinks his teeth into you. “Not so hard,” you whimper, reaching down to bury your hands in his hair.

Jungkook lets it go, sloppily licking over the area. “You like it hard,” he husks, meeting your gaze as he licks one, long stripe over the tender skin. “Don’t you?” You nod demurely, pressing your knuckles against your lips to hold back a tiny moan from slipping past your lips.

With that new mark blooming over your skin, Jungkook transfers his attention to your pussy, hidden beneath the soft material of your panties. One finger hooks under the hem, tucking them aside until he can see you in your entirety. “Fuck,” he groans, pressing one light kiss over your clit that makes you inhale sharply, fingers digging into his scalp. Jungkook throws one final glance your way before letting his tongue slip past his lips, the very tip flicking against your clit.

Your breathing becomes shallow, anticipation building in the pits of your stomach as he slowly but surely begins playing with you. His tongue is so warm and wet, nudges your throbbing clit, nose pressed against your mound. “Mmm,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth works wonders.

“Ah,” you gasp, whiny and high-pitched, when he dips one finger past your wet folds. The entry is seamless, his pointer finger sinking into the velvet walls of your cunt as his tongue swirls against your hardened bud. “Jungkook,” you mewl, knocking your heel against his shoulder. Jungkook huffs, suctions his lips around your clit. The cold metal of the rings he always wears— the duo set from that Chrome Hearts brand he likes so much —presses against the trembling lips of your pussy, makes your back arch when he twists his finger inside of you.

He’s so precise with his tongue, knows just how long and how hard to lick against your pulsing clit until you’re trembling, thighs quivering. Briefly, he pulls away, flicks his hair to the side in one suave motion that lets you see his dark eyes when he glances back up at you again, covered in a thick sheen of lust that makes them appear almost black as opposed to his usual warm brown. His hands reach for the waistband of your panties, tug them off with one fluid pull.

“So pretty for me,” he murmurs, the end of his words laced with a slight rasp that makes your hips jump. “All for me,” he says, roughly pushing his finger into you again. The harshness makes your entire body tighten up in surprise, eyes fluttering shut when he slips his middle finger alongside his pointer this time around.

“Baby, wait,” you whimper, walls fluttering around the two digits. Jungkook leans back in, presses a chaste kiss against your clit that makes your breathing stall as he thrusts his fingers into you.

He ignores your cries, locks his lips at the juncture where your thigh meets your body, sensitive skin that bruises all too easily when he sucks against it too hard. “Only for me,” he sighs, all pretenses discarded as he begins rapidly and roughly fucking his fingers into you. It’s intense, has your thighs quaking as he speeds them up.

The coil in your stomach tightens, and you have to bite down on your knuckles to stop the litany of whimpers from slipping past your lips when Jungkook ducks down again. He bypasses your quivering clit, warm tongue licking at the warm, wet folds around his fingers instead. The proximity makes the tip of his round nose brush along the length of your cunt, a sight and sensation that makes you moan, his bangs harshly tugged away from his forehead to give you the perfect view.

It’s with a particularly hard shove and twist combination of his fingers into your clenching walls that you cum, a gasp caught in your throat as your hips push toward him, chasing the feeling Jungkook bestows upon you. Your breathing is a mess, inhales too short, your exhales inconsistent, as Jungkook slows the speed of his fingers inside of you, lets your cum ooze out around them, coat his fingers and his rings.

“No,” you cry, watching that look come over his face when he withdraws his hand, the look that usually follows him sucking your cum into his mouth. “Jungkook, you don’t have to do that—” you whine, reaching for his wrist and yanking it towards you.

Jungkook follows, crawls back up beside you as he chases his own sticky fingers. “It’s mine,” he urges, has this weird look in his eyes you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. And just as quickly as it crosses his features, he’s lurching forward to catch his own fingers in his mouth. It’s lewd, the way his tongue wraps around them, leaves them sleek under the TV glow, tattoos and rings glistening. He has the audacity to moan, eyes fluttering shut as his devious tongue slips down between his fingers, so long and precise. There’s a tiny noise that tears itself from your throat, one that has him flickering his clouded gaze up to you as his fingers are released from between his own lips. “You like that,” he murmurs, wet fingers trailing down your cheek, capturing your chin to turn your face his way completely.

His tongue is sinful as it slips past your lips again, the tangy taste of yourself clinging to him. His breathing feels hot, suffocating. But his kisses are so good, make your mind go blank. So blank, that the fingers that rub at your clit surprise you completely. “Kook,” you gasp, breaking away from him in surprise.

Jungkook doesn’t let you get far, capturing your mouth with his again. The two fingers you had felt on your chin are gone, firmly pressed against your swollen clit, experimentally rubbing against it. Never mind the fact you were still sensitive from your first orgasm, thighs quivering when he drags them against the wet, soft skin. It makes you shudder, breaking away from him a second time for a desperately needed inhale of fresh air. Jungkook follows behind closely, pressing kisses over your jawline, your chin, as his fingers continue moving against your clit.

He has them pressed together, rubbing at the front of your slit where that bundle of nerves is hidden. It makes your stomach contract, hips jerking forward into the touch in an effort to match him, to speed up the process. “You were made for me, pretty girl,” Jungkook huffs against your cheek, nose pressed against your skin because he’s just so close, practically molded into your side as his fingers send rhythmic shocks of ecstasy up your spine.

Your mouth drops open, stuttered gasps filtering through your lips as Jungkook takes advantage of your sensitive body to draw out another orgasm. But there’s a weird sensation that builds in your stomach this time, one that brings with it a sense of panic. “Wait—“ you gasp, fisting the silky material of his shirt beneath one clenched fist. “Jungkook,” you warn, toes curling.

He responds with a harsh nip against your lower lip that makes you whimper. “Go ahead,” he purrs, rubbing his fingers over you at an insane speed, one that has your juices sloppily spread over your pussy, makes you buck into him and moan against his mouth.

The feeling grows, an intense, unfamiliar thing that you rarely recall ever feeling before, gasping for air as Jungkook’s fingers caress your clit, pressing down hard. “Fffuck, fuck,” you sob, mouth opening in a silent scream, eyes rolling backwards as you feel your pussy lips contract harder than ever before, thighs quivering as your juices squirt out of you, lower body reduced to jello as Jungkook quickens his movements, wrists jerking back and forth as your pleasure sprays out of you. “Ju— Jungkook,” you wail, forcefully slamming your thighs shut when he doesn’t stop, the pleasure seemingly never-ending under such a torturous touch. “Stop—stop,” you beg, eyes filling with tears that spill over when his trapped hand manages one final rough rub against your clit accompanied by a final gush of wetness.

Only then does he stop, leaning back on his knees to drink you in with dark eyes that make you quiver. There’s no trace of his usual post-orgasm cockiness, the smile he’ll flash you, the teasing jabs. Nothing, just a frankly terrifying gaze that has you self-consciously pressing your hands over your chest.

Jungkook doesn’t take kindly to it, roughly snatching one of your wrists up until you’re sitting up, the traces of your own orgasm present in the damp couch cushions beneath you, inner thighs coated in a thin sheen of your own pleasure. Jungkook leans in close, nose bumping against yours. “You came like that for me,” he says quietly, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You nod, eyes wide and teary when he reaches for the front of his shirt, giving it the same treatment he usually gives yours; two hands at the front, yanking it apart until the buttons are torn from their stitches and bouncing across your floor.

He throws it off to the side, his tan skin highlighted by the cool tones of the television, the dark sleeve of his tattoo especially prominent. The black ink almost looks blue under this light. You’re so distracted by the perfect swirls and doodles on Jungkook’s skin that you don’t realize that same hand is reaching for you until it’s too late, long fingers wrapping around your throat to jerk you forward, head tipping back to look up at him. “Say it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “Tell me you’re mine.”

The fingers around your throat squeeze once and then slowly begin tightening. You gasp, meeting his hooded gaze with yours, lips quivering for a response that’s stuck in your throat, trapped by your own surprise and tightening airways. Frantically, you reach for his wrists with both hands, not to pull Jungkook’s hand away, but to ground yourself from the hazy cloud of lust the moment evokes.

Still, your body isn’t as strong as you thought, and once Jungkook reaches a certain tightness around your throat you find yourself coughing. Instantly, he loosens his grip. But not too much. “I- I’m yours,” you rasp out, gasping for air.

For now, it satisfies Jungkook enough for him to release you. And while you’re grateful for the rush of fresh air that fills your lungs, the phantom ghost of his grip around your throat sends a new gush of wetness between your thighs. One that grows tenfold when Jungkook reaches for his belt, undoes it easily. It comes off with one fluid motion, carelessly shucked off to the side as his attention moves to the front of his pants instead.

He doesn’t let you sit around uselessly. “On your knees,” he says, so quietly you almost don’t hear it. “Sit on your knees facing the table.”

You blink slowly, the dry tears on your cheeks leaving stiff trails against your makeup. It takes a moment for your brain to process his request, one long second that has Jungkook pausing in his movements, leveling you with one solemn glare that eventually has you springing into action. You hastily slip off the couch, shuffling toward the coffee table between it and the television. The rug is soft beneath your knees, a luxury you can’t enjoy to the fullest because there’s a ball of excitement and fear stuck in your throat. (Right beneath your bruised skin and recuperating windpipes.) Sitting back on your calves, it feels like every nerve is standing stiff as you await his instructions.

“Bra off,” Jungkook says from behind you, and you’re startled by the sudden ripping of stitches behind you, almost turning to look at him. He stops you with one hand around the back of your neck, drawing a surprised gasp from you. “Sit still,” he commands, your back stiff straight, eyes focused on the screen. After a beat, Jungkook lets you go, pats the back of your head gingerly. “Good girl.”

A whimper catches in your throat at the praise, and you barely manage to bite down on it in time, hurriedly reaching behind you. Your hands fidget over the clasps on your bra, and you nearly jump out of your skin when one lone finger traces down your spine, undoing your bra for you. You don’t know why, but you say, “thank you.”

The television changes scenes in front of you, the bright colors a stark contrast to the darkness of Jungkook’s eyes. Your hands tremble in front of you, fingers anxiously tangling with each other. A few inches beside you, there’s a dark red box filled with the flowers from—

Suddenly, your vision goes dark, hands instinctively reaching up to your eyes. The pads of your fingers come in contact with a soft material, smooth and silky. Just like— “Is this… ?” you murmur, hands sliding across the makeshift blindfold Jungkook’s made for you, the same texture as his shirt had been.

He doesn’t grace you with an answer, just a hand against your hip as he, presumably, settles behind you. “Does it matter?” Jungkook says instead, voice all too close to your ear. Your entire body locks up, hands quickly returning to their spot against the coffee table.

Just as you’d suspected, Jungkook is all too close now, hands crawling over your body. They start at your waist, massage the skin tenderly, lovingly, before gliding up to cup your breasts. You shiver, a quiet exhale escaping you as Jungkook rubs his palms over your boobs, trapping your stiff nipples between his fingers. A sound threatens to escape you, and you trap it behind a bitten lip, fists clenched against the table before you. “You know,” Jungkook says conversationally, like he’s not pinching your nipples enough to make you squirm. “Who else do you think can make you come like this?”

You brain lags. “W- What?” you stutter, thighs pressing together to ward away the arousal. Not like they’re already sticky from before, from when Jungkook had made you squirt.

Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat, pressing a kiss against your shoulder that he trails up to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. “Who else,” he says slowly, “can make you come like this?”

It’s not a trick question— no one could. You tell Jungkook as much. “I— no one,” you answer, rolling your lips in when he kisses the tender spot beneath your ear again.

His kisses feel loud, but not as loud as his voice when he says, “exactly.” You swallow, gripping at the edge of the coffee table when he releases your boobs, trails one hand between your thighs, the other around your throat to pull you backwards against his chest. It makes your hands flail, landing against the tops of his thick thighs.

Jungkook holds you close, fingers tightening around your throat teasingly. “No one else can please you like you want,” he exhales, letting his fingers trail over your skin. “Not the guy on tv, not your exes, not the fucking loser at your job,” he hisses, lips against your ear. “No one,” he reiterates, voice softer now as he presses a kiss against you. “No one but me.”

And it’s true.

You can’t even muster your usual mouthy, bratty attitude when Jungkook serves you cold hard facts like this. Not when you can feel his aching member press against the small of your back, rest perfectly in the slight dip between your ass cheeks. “Isn’t that right, sweet girl?” he murmurs, voice low.

You nod, tummy tightening when he uses the hand between your thighs to spread them apart. “Only you,” you agree, voice feathery.

Jungkook hides a grin against your skin, a mean chuckle escaping him when he rests his forehead against your shoulder. “Fuck,” he says, releasing your throat. “Such a good girl,” he praises, hands on your hips again. He uses them to encourage you up onto your knees, hips bumping into the edge of the table as he shuffles you forward. “Bend,” he says quietly, palm flat on the center of your back, pushing you down until your belly button is pressed against the cold wood, boobs swinging forward just the slightest. “Perfect.”

Jungkook shuffles up behind you, soothes a hand over your hip when you flinch at the first press of his cock against your folds. “You’re okay,” he comforts, voice like honey as he lines himself up. Your folds are slippery and wet, loose from your arousal and the two orgasms he’s already given you.

Despite all that, the first push of his engorged cock past the tight muscles makes you gasp. “Baby, that’s,” you moan, nails scratching against the coffee table to make a sound that you would otherwise find uncomfortable. “I—“

Jungkook pants behind you, cock sinking further and further in. “I’ve got you,” he husks. His voice is like the light at the end of the tunnel, your dark vision forcing you to rely on him entirely as he guides you through the motions. “Made for me,” he repeats, voice airy.

You nod jerkily, arms trembling as his cock plunges deeper inside of you. “Made for you,” you gasp, head falling forward, forehead pressed against the cold surface in front of you.

He moans, and there’s one deafening moment of silence when he finally reaches the hilt, soft pubic hairs at the base of his cock brushing against your folds. It’s a familiar sensation, having him buried inside of you, but it’s always different when he’s doing it from behind. He always feels fuller, bigger, mushroom tip practically kissing your cervix.

“Kook,” you whimper, walls unintentionally contracting around him when he lingers a second too long. “Move.”

“Fuck, fuck,” he curses behind you. “I know, it’s just—“ he pauses, squeezes your hip so hard, you’re certain it’ll bruise. “I wanna… y’know,” he groans, dropping his head against your back, warm breath fanning across your slightly sweaty skin.

It makes something in your stomach click into place, shifting back just the slightest. The small drag around your lips makes you brave. “Then do it,” you urge, desperate for any sort of friction.

Jungkook practically growls, bucking into you once. “No,” he says, like he’s battling with himself, faced with a mental hurdle he can only cross alone. “You don’t understand,” he sneers, suddenly snapping back into position behind you, pulling you flush against his pelvis once more. It makes you whimper.

“I kinda do—“

“You don’t,” Jungkook hisses, forcefully thrusting his hips into you enough to make your hips knock painfully against the edge of the coffee table, a startled moan falling from between your lips. And from there, it’s like you’ve unleashed a beast, because Jungkook shows you no mercy as he begins fucking you, his fat cock slipping in and out of you, his angry head flirting with your entrance. “I wanna fucking breed you,” he sneers, fingers digging into the skin around your waist to hold you still as he bucks his hips forward.

His vulgarity makes your skin heat up, the warmth probably tangible over your sloppily made blindfold, eyes wide despite the fabric that covers them. “That—” you gasp, thighs trembling with each powerful thrust.

“It’s too much, I fucking know,” he huffs dryly, releasing one hip to press against your shoulders, roughly shoving you forward until your breasts are pressed against the surface, arms bent up beside you to stop yourself from hitting your head. “But— But,” he shudders, suddenly stopping his thrusts to grind his cock against you instead, pussy lips quivering around his girthy member. “I wanna,” he pants, “wanna see you so fucking full of me, because— you’re mine, __,” he seethes, “right?”

You nod blindly, dumbly, brain too flooded with the stimulation he’s bestowing upon you to think properly. “I- I am,” you confirm, gasping for air. “And you’re mine,” you manage to get out, one hand slapping down against the coffee table when he draws his cock out, slams himself back into you quickly.

“I’m yours,” Jungkook slurs behind you, slowly picking up his pace again. The hand on your back lets go, and it’s with trembling arms that you manage to push yourself back onto your forearms, one hand blindly reaching for the hand he’s got gripping at your hips.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, the sounds coming from your connected bodies so lewd and obscene, disgustingly wet when Jungkook slips back inside. He surges forward again, and you try to catch your balance, knees quivering underneath the force of his thrusts. Your hand slides over the tabletop in a feeble effort to hold onto something, anything. You can’t see, and even if you could there’s not much to hold onto on a flat surface.

Except the box your hand knocks into. Your confusion lasts for only about a second because then Jungkook is ramming his cock into you, over and over, until you’re certain your hips are going to bruise and your knees are going to give out. Jungkook’s moans are soft and feathery, sighs that fan over your shoulder and make your back arch, eyes rolling backwards for the briefest second as if you were possessed.

“Mine,” he whimpers, desperate and needy, fingernails digging into your skin as he pushes on. “Gonna be mine forever,” he growls. “Gonna— Gonna be so pretty and big,” he moans, “tits so fucking full.” The image he puts in your mind makes you dizzy.

You nod dumbly, knuckles bumping against the box a second time. “Jungkook,” you choke out, fingers blindly nudging the box aside. But there’s no strength behind it, your entire body feeling weak and useless, all the energy concentrated in the coil in your stomach, the one that grows and tightens with every entrance of Jungkook’s cock into your pulsing walls. “There’s— There’s something,” you gasp, pinky finger tapping against it.

Behind you, Jungkook stills, harsh breaths deafeningly loud. Louder than the television and the corny music that plays, the mindless chatter of the characters you couldn’t name even if you tried. “Why would you...” Jungkook huffs, irritation lacing his words.

You don’t get to question it, because a second later his finger is tucking itself beneath your blindfold, yanking it off carelessly. It makes your head crane backwards, a tiny yelp torn from your lips as the blinding glow of the TV attacks your poor eyes at full force. Jungkook’s long since stopped his rapid thrusts, and it’s only when you glance off to the side that you realize why.

It’s the stupid box of flowers Seokjin had sent you, the one Jungkook had placed on the coffee table when you first got home.

Behind you, Jungkook releases one long exhale, both of you looking at the arrangement with various degrees of discomfort. “Did you like them,” he murmurs, cock throbbing inside of you.

You shake your head, a soft, “no,” falling from your lips. The muscles in your thighs quiver like mad.

Jungkook says nothing, but you watch as one inked arm stretches out from behind you, the movement of his hips pushing his cock deeper into you. A tiny whimper catches in your throat, watching as Jungkook hooks a finger over the lip of the box. One swift tug has it gliding over the tabletop, coming to a stop right beside your forearm. Jungkook leans back, the silence terrifying.

“Did you think they were pretty?” he asks, tracing one finger down your spine. Your lower lip trembles as your eyes scan over the bouquet, at the pretty color selection and lovely scent that joined together to overwhelm your senses.

“No,” you say, but it feels like a lie.

And Jungkook thinks so too, wrapping one hand around your throat and pulling you back forcefully. It’s the same as he did earlier, but with his cock deep inside your pussy, it sends a shock throughout your entire nervous system, a sob tearing itself from within you as he unintentionally pushes himself deeper inside. “Did you,” he says a second time, practically seething, “think Seokjin’s flowers were pretty?”

Your eyes flicker nervously across the screen in front of you, but everything is a blur, Jungkook’s harsh breathing against your ear. “Yes,” you confess, whimpering when his fingers tighten around your throat, press down against your windpipe as he inhales sharply. “But they’re just flow—“ He squeezes your throat so hard, your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, mind growing fuzzy. Eventually, he lets go and you dissolve into a fit of coughs, bent over the coffee table again as Jungkook slips his stiff cock out from within you. “I’m sorry,” you sniffle, throwing a teary-eyed look over your shoulder.

What you’re not expecting is for Jungkook to grab that same shoulder and roughly push you onto your side away from the coffee table, falling onto the fluffy rug as he shoves you down. “Something pretty for a pretty girl,” he sneers, biting down a frankly maniacal grin.

“What?” you exhale, probably looking at him with the same maniacal look in your eyes.

(You were made for each other, so crazy and in love.)

Jungkook stretches one toned arm out, and you flinch when he uses that same beautiful arm to send the box of flowers flying over the edge of the coffee table, a hard thwack resounding throughout the room when they land face down on the other side, petals against the floor, water dripping out from inside.

With those out of the way, Jungkook wastes no time flipping you over, face shoved down against the soft rug as he angles your hips up. “Thinking about someone else when I’m right here,” he growls, ramming his cock back into you with no warning. You sob, clawing at nothing as he bucks forward. “What a mean girl,” Jungkook scolds.

“I- I wasn’t,” you defend weakly, shivering as he snaps his hips against you, the rug irritating your cheek when the motion sends you forward. Jungkook uses the hands on your hips to pull you back, your skin clapping together loudly.

“You think Seokjin would— would fuck you like this?” he spits, using you like a toy as he fucks basically for himself, cock sliding in and out of your squelching walls. “You think he’d push you down and—and call you a stupid girl?”

You shake your head, eyes squeezed shut to fight the wave of tears threatening your waterline. Truthfully, it doesn’t make much of a difference, especially not when Jungkook yanks your hips back again, your entrance sensitive from all the friction. “No, no,” you sob. ”He wouldn't.”

Jungkook scoffs, not bothering to slow his pace down. “Of course he wouldn’t,” he spits, and then, strikes your ass. Two hard cracks of his palm, rings and all, against the globes of your ass. You wail, unconsciously jerking away only for Jungkook to drag you back. “Stupid girl,” Jungkook sighs, cock twitching inside of you. You can feel the beads of precum oozing out from the tip of his cock inside you, their warmth making you shudder.

Your other ass cheek receives the same treatment, two harsh smacks that leave the skin tingling, blood rising to the surface. “Stupid, stupid girl,” he repeats, palms rubbing over your cheeks for a brief second, only to strike down again. “Aren’t you?” You nod, fat tears dripping out of the corner of your eyes and down onto the fluffy rug beneath you. Your behind stings, pain blossoming over your skin. But it’s the good kind, the one that has drool escaping from the corner of your lips from how overwhelmed it leaves you.

“I- I’m a stupid girl,” you agree, your words punctuated by a series of tiny sobs and sniffles. Your walls feel sensitive, raw, from his thrusts. You’re ready to come, trembling hands slithering down to reach for your clit.

“Don’t,” Jungkook warns, snatching your arm up and twisting it behind you.

You cry, tears and drool against the rug. “I wanna come,” you whimper, trying your other hand only for it to meet a similar demise. “Please,” you sniffle, turning your face the other way as if the angle will somehow be different.

“You don’t come until I say so,” Jungkook hisses, using his grip on your wrists to tug you onto his cock. You moan, choke on your own saliva from the force, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix for real this time. It renders you stupid, just like Jungkook had called you, chin trembling as your eyes roll backwards. Behind you, Jungkook grunts something deep and raspy. “Fffuck,” he spits, pistoning his hips into your inviting heat. “You were doing so good tonight—“ a particular brutal buck of his hips, a loud moan torn from your lips “—but first those fucking flowers and now this?”

The rhythm of his deep thrusts cut your moans into stuttered little cries, your words broken with every ram of his cock inside of you. Your walls feel worn, every brush sending a tingling shock up your spine. “I- I’m sorry,” you weep, shoulders shaking from your own tears and the rumbling orgasm that’s just about ready to snap.

Jungkook says nothing, too busy shoving his cock inside of you to grace you with a response. Instead, you’re subjected to his relentless thrusts, sharp gasps from his pretty mouth. “Fuck,” he pants, releasing your wrists after one particular thrusts, your walls clenching around him painfully when he draws his cock out.

“I can’t,” you sniffle, knees giving out before he can catch you, sadly sinking down onto the plush rug. “Kook, I—”

Jungkook makes a sound, something between a growl and a roar in the back of his throat as he follows behind you, planting two firm hands on the sides of your head to use as leverage to fuck himself in. With your thighs pressed flat together, the squeeze is tighter than ever before, and your eyes roll backwards as he gets to work, walls fluttering from the overstimulation.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he pants, all games thrown aside as he begins pounding his cock past your folds, deep into your contracting walls, until that tight spring in your stomach gives out and you’re clenching up beneath him, entire body going stiff for one long beat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you weep, thighs quivering as you cream his cock, make his movements so slippery and wet, almost dangerous when he’s going this fast. His name falls from your trembling lips, every nickname and pet name you’ve ever given him mindlessly blubbered through your orgasm. Jungkook pays you no mind, thighs tensing up as he chases his high, short breaths and moans filling the space as he fucks himself into you. Until, finally, a few deep strokes later, he’s coming with a shuddered cry of your name on his tongue, collapsing over you, forehead pressed to your back as he catches his breath.

“Fuck,” he groans one last time, body going slack very quickly. He slumps down beside you, softening cock slipping out of your tender folds.

The floor between the coffee table and the couch is dark, the television glow not reaching down here. Even still, the sweat clinging to Jungkook makes him look like a sparkly Twilight vampire, the dip between his pecs collecting the smallest pool of sweat. You can’t stop yourself from running your pointer finger along the skin, over his nipple. His pec jumps deliciously under the attention. “Stop,” Jungkook sighs, catching your wrist in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles in an attempt to distract you. “Or I’ll really get you pregnant next time.”

You push yourself onto your elbows, pinching his doughy cheek. “You won’t,” you tease. Jungkook flicks his hair away from his eyes to level you with a look you’ve never seen before, not a trace of his usual post-sex playfulness to be found. It has you retracting your hand, eyes wide when he doesn’t stand down. Still, you can’t lose. “...No you won’t,” you repeat, quieter, almost unsure. Almost a question.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, tugging you into his arms. He’s all sweaty and sticky, just like you. He’s lucky he doesn’t have four separate loads of cum— three from you, one from him —sticking between his thighs. “Keep telling yourself that,” he pants, so smoothly. Too smoothly. It makes you clench your thighs, something Jungkook doesn’t miss. “Stop it,” he warns a second time.

“You’re just so dreamy,” you whine, sitting back up to play with his hand. “Like, when you made me squirt?” He chuckles softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Not gonna lie, I thought I saw the answer to the universe for a second.”

He’s worn out today, more than usual, that he doesn’t bother gracing you with a response. But it had been a long day for Jungkook; from planning an entire date, to the Seokjin debacle, to the crazy hot sex he’d gifted you. It was only reasonable. You reward his efforts with a soft peck against his cheek that makes him smile, a light blush painting his cheeks. “You did good today,” you hum, patting chest comfortingly.

“Felt like I was in a Viki drama,” he confesses after a moment, has that tiny smile on his face that makes the apples of his cheeks especially round, especially cute. “The kind that have twelve plot lines going on.”

You laugh, snuggling beside him. The rug feels dirty, but so do you so the feeling is cancelled out or whatever. “You’d be the Park Seojoon of any Viki drama,” you tell him, and Jungkook laughs.

That loud and airy one he reserves only for you.

epilogue

Namjoon calls Jungkook’s phone a little after eleven, talking your ear off about some date he’d gone on while Jungkook is in the shower. You tell him about what happened with Seokjin and like all respectable college mentors, he just about flips. “You can sue him,” Namjoon hisses, furious for you. Not that you aren’t anymore, but in a weird act of impulsiveness, Jungkook had gone outside and ran the stupid box of flowers over with his car as you watched from the open window of your apartment. It was weirdly cathartic.

He’s in the shower now, humming the lyrics to one of the songs from Secretary Kim, a song called It’s You by Jeong Sewoon (thank you, Shazam), that makes every inch of your body overflow with adoration when he hits that long note. Anyway, you’re perusing the rest of the streaming service for a movie to watch. Jungkook said you couldn’t watch Train to Busan tonight, something about it ruining the mood. So now you’re debating between a historical romcom or a modern romcom.

Over the line, Namjoon is doing all the raging for you. “Men are trash,” he huffs one last time, before eventually letting it go. (For now.) “Hey, do you know how to cover up hickeys?” he asks suddenly, just as Jungkook reappears in the living room. His skin is glowing, looking like the hottest man alive. The window is still open, a feeble attempt to air out the smell of sex in the room, and the draft makes Jungkook shiver because his hair is still a little wet.

“Hickeys?” you repeat, stretching a hand out for him as he rounds the couch. Jungkook takes it, places a soft smooch against your knuckles, close to your promise ring. Your heartbeat stutters just as Namjoon hums.

“Yeah, this girl,” he says, cutting himself off with a laugh. One you recognize all too well because it’s the same one you let out when you talk about Jungkook to other people. Said boy settles close beside you, leans his cheek against your head when you snuggle into his neck. As soon as he’s there, you lose all rights to the remote, watching as Jungkook completely disregards all your searching just to click back onto Secretary Kim. He had missed a whole episode. “We went a little crazy tonight—“ you gag at the image Namjoon places in your head “—and Doyeon bites kinda hard—“

“Doyeon?” you interrupt, all mental processes coming to an abrupt halt as the name bounces around your mind. Jungkook, having mastered the art of listening in on your phone calls by now, freezes beside you. “You know a Doyeon?”

“Yeah!” Namjoon says excitedly as you sit up. Jungkook meets your gaze, big Bambi eyes giving the performance of a lifetime, and gives your this overly innocent shrug of his shoulders that tells you more about what he does know than what he doesn’t. “Kim Doyeon. She went to your school— actually, she graduated with you and Kook.”

The world comes to a complete stop as you glare at Jungkook, his panicked features cueing you in to the fact he was aware of this, as you’d suspected. “Namjoon,” you say slowly, fist tightening around Jungkook’s phone. “Are you aware you’re fucking my best friend?”

There’s a long silence on the other end, Namjoon presumably processing the information while Jungkook tries to calm the boiling anger within you. “He didn’t know,” Jungkook whispers, big pretty eyes on you as he tries to save Namjoon from you.

All his efforts are in vain when Namjoon clears his throat and so eloquently says, “and you’re fucking my best friend?”

epi-epilogue

The Best Buy employee doesn’t ask questions when you and Jungkook go in to get your cracked phone screens repaired. He does, however, give Jungkook an over-exuberant sales pitch on a brand new line of computer monitors that are almost as big as the television at your house.

You try to save him from the dangerous hands of capitalism, but the Hello Kitty bandaids decorating your neck are itchy, the skin still so tender, so sometimes it’s wiser to let him waste his money than argue otherwise.

“Good girl,” Jungkook says as he swings your arms back and forth on your walk to the car, impressed by the fact you didn’t argue with him in a Best Buy today. “My perceptions and understanding of you in my life make me happy,” he beams, too smiley as he unlocks the doors.

“Shut up,” you glare, painfully tearing the stupid bandaids off your neck as soon as you get in, brandishing the blossoming hickeys Jungkook had so graciously given you last night. At the sight, he bites down a smile. “You’re about to perceive and understand these fists.”

And Jungkook smiles— he always smiles —as he leans over the center console to press his mouth against the darkened skin at the front of your neck, mindlessly rubbing his thumb over your promise ring. “Perceive this love,” he says, so cheesy it makes you gag.

“Goddd,” you groan, pushing him away before he can see the smile on your face. “Someone get this man a Viki deal.”

#networkbangtan #bangtanhq #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jjk smut #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook x reader smut #bts jungkook #bts fic #bts smut #mine

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aeferkssr · 2 years

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❝happy lantern rite!❞

// various genshin impact characters x reader // gender neutral reader // aether x reader // xiao x reader // ganyu x reader // lowercase intended //

a/n: AAH I LOVE LANTERN RITE SO I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING!!! also this isnt what i said i have in my drafts but i wanted to feed my kids while i have inspiration with these headcannon type things!

Aether - Traveler From Afar

✦ OMG LIYUE!!

✦ OMG LANTERN RITE!!

✦ OMG FIREWORKS!!!!!

✦ to say the least, you were excited

✦ last year's celebration had lanterns instead of the quick flashes of colors and you have gotten a newfound appreciation for fireworks since then

✦ (probably from hanging out with yoimiya)

✦ so when you heard that they were doing fireworks this year in liyue you immediately went to your traveling boyfriend

✦ since he was planning to go anyways you too set off to liyue to stay for a week or two in honour of lantern rite

✦ but for some reason wherever you two show up trouble is always a foot

✦ when keqing asked you two to help talk to the adepti and thank them in lantern rite her assistant for the festival came to report to her that the fireworks went missing

✦ oh no! :0

✦ but girlboss keqing handled it (so true) so you two didn't have to beat up some treasure hoarders

✦ yet.

✦ but anygay lets talk about the romantic stuff you and aether did

✦ yall played all the games and lit the fireworks you could

✦ while lighting the fantastic voyage firework aether accidentally put it in upside-down so instead of a 👍 it was a 👎 but red yk

✦ goddamnit aether

✦ AND HE WAS TRYING TO DO SOME ROMANTIC THING WITH IT TOO

✦ but when it was a thumbs down instead of a thumbs up he panicked and started apologizing sooo much

✦ poor baby :(

✦ reassure him, tell him its ok and that you still love him :(

✦ lantern rite best event. true and real.

Xiao - Conquerer of Demons

✱ xiao my baby :(

✱ imagine the year prior the traveler wanted to take him to lantern rite and now he has you and YOU wanna take him to lantern rite

✱ welp guess he's gonna start going to lantern rite now

✱ yay! :D

✱ if you would want to go to the city to spend lantern rite with your other friends and invited him along he would hate every second of it

✱ one because he's in public and crowds arent really his favourite

✱ and two,, so,, may,, senses,,, omg,, so much smells,, so much noise,, it gets overwhelming for someone whos not used to it like you are

✱ or someone whos neurodivergent😀

✱ but he bares it for you

✱ probs cause he likes to see you smile while talking to your friends and showing off your super cool and hot and really awesome bf!!

✱ and the fact that your so proud when you say it

✱ xiao:🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

✱ hes whipped for you and everyone knows it

✱ you better be whipped for him back istg🩴

✱ but if you decide to say at wangshu inn for lantern rite xiao would definitely be more comfortable

✱ so you either rent out a room or you stay in xiao’s own private room

✱ look idk if he has one but lets give him one for story sake

✱ unfortunately, xiao is one of the ones who have to “work” for the holidays

✱ well its not really work

✱ more like slaughter but hey that counts (??)

✱ so when hes not killing demons hes crushing you to death with his affection

✱ i have a lil personal headcannon that xiao is really bad witn words so he likes to show his emotions with actions

✱ leading to him cuddling you,, and wrapping his arms arounfd your waist,, and kissing your forehead so softly,,

✱ sigh,, xiao [heart eyes]

Ganyu - Plenilune Gaze

❀ ganyu shnokums

❀ dear please have a break

❀ and that she did

❀ with a lot of convincing from both her s/o and ningguang (for which you are in her debt to)

❀ yay! breaktime!

❀ ganyu is half qilin and has close ties with the adepti in Jueyun Karst she told you that she wanted to spend lantern rite with her family

❀ to which you agreed and came withh her

❀ since you two are basically family (in a marriage sense haha pls marry me ganyu)

❀ when you got there cloud retainer’s first reaction towards you was a surprise

❀ “ganyu??? bring a human to one???? this human must certainly be her lover!!!”

❀ asking ganyu to prove her hypothesis she agreed and now you have a birf mom

❀ great.

❀ THE AMOUNT OF TIMES CLOUD RETAINER WANTED TO TELL YOY A BABY GANYU STORY

❀ I WOULD OF SAT DOWN WITH MY POPCORN AND SAY “continue🙂🍿"

❀ AND CLOUD RETAINER IS THE TYPE OF PARENT TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE

❀ “awww🥺….. what happened😞”

❀ LIKE WDYM wHaT hAPpENEd

❀ anygays

❀ ganyu in the corner absolutely dying of embarrassment

❀ āiyā, poor girl

❀ picnics in the mountains??? yes please!!!

❀ you two would usually go out for picnics but you had yo go on a special picnic to celebrate lantern rite

❀ in the adepti place!!!

❀ and sit down and have some jewelry soup and some niceness

❀ mmm i really want some miso soup🤔

❀ anygays lantern rite with ganyu would be supee sweet

❀ lying on the grass with you in your gf’s lap

❀ great success👍

❀ OR with ganyu lying in yours and you softly rubbing her horns

❀ even greater success👍👍

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #aether x reader #aether x you #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #ganyu x reader #ganyu x you #aether genshin impact #adeptus xiao #xiao genshin impact #ganyu genshin impact #oh great heavens #i feel like i should of wrote for 2 girls #since i have xiao and aether #anyways i would slay a thousand men to be in a polyamorous relationship with xiao and aether <333 #hwe hwe hwe

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oshicakes · 3 years

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their s/o not giving them any affection

pairings. kenma kozume x reader, suna rintarou x reader, iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre. fluff

other: hinata, bokuto and tendou, semi, sugawara and terushima

Kenma Kozume

your boyfriend's been very busy lately with his acads, volleyball and video games. so you decided to not bother him and let him do his stuffs. thinking that he might get mad at you if you continue being clingy to him. since kuroo said kenma doesn't like someone being clingy to him.

it surprised you. you've been dating him for a year and a month and you just know about it.

it goes on by a week that you didn't bother him. even when he's done playing you'd just ask him how was the game, did he eat and he should get some rest. after that nothing.

he's used to, you hugging him after he's done playing. you'd sometimes style his hair for it not to block his eyes. you'll let him play with your fingers. massage his head or after a game starts you'll kiss his forehead for goodluck. but now he ain't getting any of those.

"im done playing." he looked at you with that knowing look, like he's signaling you to come to him and give him the hugs and kisses you're depriving him.

"oh, okay. you should rest now." that's it? he thought. he sits beside you since your doing your assignment in his desk.

"are you mad at me?" that made you stop from writing. you looked at him with confusion written on your face.

"no, why'd you think i am?"

"you're being distant with me, you're always clingy to me. are you mad because i play too much? im sorry, i promise to give you my attention from now on."

"no, no, no, it's okay. you don't have to change, i mean, im okay with you being preoccupied with games. you love it and you're already doing that even before you met me, so it's okay."

"then why?"

"i... uhm... kuroo said you don't like clingy people.... you should've told me that, i promise not to bother you whenever you play!"

"hey, i didnt say something like that. i... i actually like you being clingy to me."

"really?" he nodded. "i really worry about you sometimes. you're too gullible and kind. kuroo's taking advantage of it to use it against me."

"sorry." you lowered your head, disappointed with yourself. "no, it's okay. but don't listen to kuroo anymore, okay?" he remided his self not to set for kuroo for a week or two as a revenge.

"aye aye, sir." you playfully salute to him.

"can you continue that later? i miss your hugs." he rested his chin on your shoulder and hugged you sideways. you patted his face gently.

"do you want something to eat?" he shakes his head and made his hug on you tighter. "let's just stay like this for a while." you just hummed. he then kissed ypur hand that was caressing his face.

Suna Rintarou

you had this stupid bet with the miya twins. it's 'operation: y/n stop being clingy to his stupid boyfriend for a week'. yes, it was childish but you want to prove something to the twins.

all throughout the week you avoided being near your boyfriend. although you still text him good mornings and good nights, check on him but won't reply after he replied to you.

to be honest, day by day, suna's getting too cranky. the twins noticed it and they just laughed at him.

so for the last day, atsumu had a little idea to fuel things up. he told suna that you're at the back of gym withsome guy who looks like confessing to you.

atsumu smiled, triumphantly. suna ran his way to the back of the gym. right there he saw you talking a guy. what made his blood boil was when he saw you laughing.

that's it, he thought. he abruptly pull you away from the guy and drag you near to the open field where theres no student hanging around.

"hey, why'd you do that? that's rude, suna."

"wow? suna? im suna now? after a week of ignoring me, not talking to me and no hugs, kisses and you're not waiting for anymore. then ill see you with some other guy, laughing, while me, your boyfriend you can't even spare a minute to glance at me. what do you expect me to do? to feel?" he just exploded right there, and it left you dumbfounded.

"just.. break up with me if you don't love me anymore. don't torture me like this." he was ready to turn away and leave you behind when you hugged him and cried.

you didn't know that he's thinking like that, he'll react like this and feel this way. guilt and regret crept into you. how stupid of you to have that bet on the miya twins.

"why are you crying? shouldn't it be me?" his voice was too soft. it made your heart ache more. oh ghad, how could you-

you could feel how hesitant he is to hug you back. he sighed and stroke you're back gently.

you looked up to him to see his eyes. it reflects a lot of his emotions. there's a hint of hurt, regret and longing.

"im sorry, im really sorry. don't think that way, rin. i love you, like, i love you soooo much!"

"are you sure it's me that you love and not the guy you're laughing with?"

"of course, it's you. you're my one and only. he's just my classmate, nothing more."

he released a heavy sighed. "are you still mad?" you asked.

"yes." that made pout. you where about to get away from his hug when he tighten his embrace.

he raised his eyebrow to you then tighten his embrace to you. "who said you can escape my hug? you need to make up for the week you didn't give me your love and attention. you're stuck with me all day."

"i know, i was just about to kiss you but i guess hug is enough for you." that made his eye widen. "what? i want kisses too! this hug isn't enough."

you tiptoped and kiss his cheeks without breaking his embrace to you. he pouted to hide his smile. you cupped his face and just stare at him, lovingly. "im sorry, i hurted you like this. i made a stupid mistake-" he cut you off. "yes you did. you still have a long way to make up with me."

you nodded. "and ill never do something that will doubt my love for you. i didn't consider you're feelings when i agreed to the miya twins' scheme. i won't ever ever do this again. i love you and don't ever doubt that again, okay?"

"wait, what?! i new it! that's why whenever they see me, they'd whisper to each other and then laugh. i should upload all their stupid fighting videos." you swayed your body and his to grab his attention cuz his eyebrows are now nearly connecting like he's plotting for the twin's downfall. "i missed you." you finally grab his attention.

"i missed you too. can you stay at my house today? i don't have an early practice tomorrow." you nodded at him delightedly. and planned what would you do to make up for what you did.

Iwaizumi Hajime

"y/n-san, the coach wants to talk to you and oikawa-san." the juniors called you.

it's been a very busy week since qualifying match for the nationals is nearing. you need to make sure everyone's on their top performance and monitoring the team while helping the coach gathering informations about the players.

you barely have a moment with your boyfriend which you miss hugging so much. speaking of your boyfriend he's been extra grumpy and keeps on glaring at you and oikawa.

today's the same, it's late and exhausting but you can't take it anymore, you need a power hug from your boyfriend. so approached him when there's only few people are in the gym.

"hajimeeee!" you ran to him and instantly wrap your arms around his waist. even though he's sweaty, he still smell nice and manly.

"so now, you're hugging me?" you we're taken aback with what he said. he raised his eyebrow at you.

"huh?" you we're about to move away when he squinted his eyes and glare at you. so you remained hugging him.

"don't huh me, y/n. you're always with shittykawa." that made you giggle. its a rare event to make your boyfriend jealous. you pinched his both cheeks.

"fyi mister iwaizumi, were just discussing about the team's performance and besides can't i hug my boyfriend after a long day?" you released his cheeks. you giggled when you saw his red cheeks.

you released from the hug which made him pouty. "you should change while i just check the equipments, okay?" he followed you. and before you knew it, he's already ready to go.

"im walking you home." he said. "aw did my boyfriend miss me too? don't worry i missed you too." you teased him.

"shut up, y/n or you'll regret it."

"ey, why can't you just admit it? poor me. my boyfriend doesn't miss me. i should just go home by my self. heeey! are you listening to me, hajime?"

he abruptly kissed you on your lips. that made you stuck on your feet. you could even feel your face heat up.

"that should shut you up. and fyi mrs. iwaizumi, i missed you too that's why im staying at your house this weekend. so reserve that day only for me, okay?"

he slowly interteined his fingers to yours then kissed you on your nose. oh ghad! when did he become sooo cool????

#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kenma headcanons #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna headcanons #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi headcanons

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #467

“oh, mary, mary, ain’t this fun? / mary, mary, i’ve got a gun”

If the last person you kissed asked you to marry them, what would you do? Pray to god it wasn't in public and tell him it's waaaay too soon for that one. Does your favorite uncle have any children? Yeah, a son and daughter. Name all the members (first, middle and last names) from your favorite band. Ha, it's funny how once upon a time, I could do this. All I've got now is John Michael Osbourne. Have you ever heard a young child swear? Maybe? Have you ever seen someone get a piercing/tattoo?: Yes to both. Has a taste of something ever made you smile? Boy meet me at The Cheesecake Factory and see what my face does lmaooo As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? I wanted to be a paleontologist sooo badly. I wanted to discover new dinosaurs, put a shitload of work into unearthing fossils and being so proud to see the final results... Even now as an adult, if I could handle the heat, traveling, and hardcore school, I'd still love to do that. Would you cuss the person you hate the most out to their face? No. My hatred for her is unjustified and I'd rather just not say anything to her. Have you ever spent more than two weeks in a wheelchair? No. Where do you see your closest friend in ten years? As one of the strongest people around. I imagine her with a job in medical coding, while also pursuing the hobbies of ball python breeding and writing. I'm sure she'll have loads of pets to love, too! Do you like Florence + The Machine? I've never listened to them. Did you watch the presidential debates? No. Do you ever watch Dr. Phil? No. Are you typically unattracted to people outside of your race? No; I can be attracted to any race. Have you ever ridden any animal other than a horse? No. Do you brush your hair when it’s wet? Yes. Do you eat the crusts of your bread? Yeah, I always have. Have you ever flown a kite? Yeah! At my childhood home, there was a tobacco field directly across the street, and when they weren't in season so the field was flat, Dad would help us with getting kites set up and in the air. Those are good memories. How are you for money? I don't make any money. Mom is struggling. Do you think you are more intelligent than the average person? Ha, no. Do you ever think about why we are here? Does it matter? We're here, so make the most of it. Do you like cherries? I fucking hate cherries. Name a celebrity that you admire that nobody would expect you to: Jeffree Star, probs. Can you use a yoyo? Not well, but yeah. Do you think Jenna Marbles’ videos are funny? I've actually never watched her. Do you like folk music? NOOOOOOOOO Ever had a crush on somebody of the same sex? Yes. Do you know any lesbians? Yep. Favourite member of your favourite band: I'm unfamiliar with all but Ozzy himself. And Ozzy is rad. Who’s your favourite female rapper? I don't have one. When you were younger, were you ever in a relationship with someone you now realize was way too old for you? No. Have you ever had a seizure? No. I sometimes have very, very quick spasms when I'm falling asleep that feel like what I assume a seizure would, but they barely last a second. They seriously jerk me awake, though, and are very startling. What’s the oldest man-made object you own? I dunno. Is there anything you feel like you need a break from? Not really, no. What do you hate to hear people joke about? I will actually and remorselessly deck you in the jaw if you make a joke about rape. There are other things that are absolutely forbidden joking matters for me, too. What’s the largest animal you’ve seen in the wild? Hmmm... Nothing that big, really. Maybe a whitetail deer buck? Do any of your friends or family members have strange occupations? Not to my knowledge. Have you ever been in weather so severe that you feared for your safety? Oh yeah. We've had some savage thunderstorms. What political issues are the most important to you personally? LGBTQ+ rights and just equality in general, the pro-choice movement, environmental conservation, gun control, the abolishment of poverty and homelessness... There is honestly a lot. I could keep going. Do you know anyone who doesn’t know how to cook even just simple recipes? ... Me. :x Especially now that I'm in a relationship, I really want to make a greater effort to learn. I want to prove to him I give a damn about the success of our relationship and that I'm capable of being an adult that can take part in general adult responsibilities. ^What’s stopping them from learning this basic life skill? Laziness. Forgetfulness. The fear of getting burned. What small thing makes you automatically distrust someone? I can pick up on sketchy body language from a mile away. I'm too paranoid not to. Of all the states/provinces in your country, which one is your favorite? At least from photographs I've seen, Utah appears BEAUTIFUL. That whole region of the U.S. in general. Are there any obscure foods you’ve eaten that most people have never tried? That's very unlikely. I'm far from explorative with food. When you travel to other countries, do you always try the local cuisine? I've never been outside the U.S. I would probably do that, though. I'd really want to experience the culture as thoroughly as I could. What did you do for your 19th birthday? Hell if I remember. What’s the kindest thing a total stranger has done for you? I remember as a young kid, my parents, two sisters, and I were getting food at McDonald's, and whoever was in front of us paid for our meals. Such a sweet gesture for a larger family. Have you ever used a meal kit delivery service? No, but there actually is one that I can't recall the name of that I'd like to try when I cook myself, especially getting started learning, but yeah, subscription fees. You see a lot of YouTubers get sponsored by them, if that rings a bell. Do you have any psychological issues rooted in events from your childhood? Possibly my fear of men, with my dad having been an alcoholic that had a 50/50 chance of being very angry when drunk. How organized are the files on your computer? Pretty organized, I'd say. I put stuff into folders. Would you date someone with braces? Yes? Do you ever rehearse conversations before you have them? Only always. Do you get angry at yourself or at others more often? Myself, for sure. When taking a cab, do you talk to the driver? I've never even taken a cab. Who or what greets you at the door every time you come home? Nobody, really. My cat is occasionally in the living room to see who's home, but not always because he's a lazy cat, ha ha. Do you ever chat about your favourite video games with your friends? Not really, no. I wish. Have you ever supported anyone’s Kickstarter? If so, what was it? No, bc I'm poor. Are you currently studying a language? If so, which one? No. Ever had a friend online for a long time without seeing a photo of them? Yeah. Do you carry pepper spray? No, but I want some 'cuz I'm paranoid as hell. Are you waiting on anything right now? No. Have you ever been described as shy? Is it true? Oh, always. It's absolutely true. Name something you’re a complete sucker for? Baby animals, to name one thing. Do you remember when you first went on the internet? Nope. What is one way someone could completely put you off on a first date? Arrogance/over-confidence. What about a way someone could make you like them more on a first date? Make me genuinely laugh a lot, to name one way. Are you in love right now? Not yet. I love him with our decade of history, but I need more experience as a couple before I've got the confidence to say that. Do you wanna get married anytime soon? It wouldn't be smart to. I want to be in a strong relationship for quite a few years before I want that. Have you ever kissed someone in a band? No. Has someone ever made you a Build-A-Bear? No but oh my fucking god I wish!!!!!! Did your mom or dad ever put soap in your mouth? No, but Mom would threaten to. What was the last fruit you ate? Well, I had strawberry yogurt earlier today. Who was the last person to make you laugh? Girt. He is very, very good at that. Have you ever dated someone with more piercings than you? No. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Hell yeah man. Is there one night of your life you wish had never happened? I wish it hadn't happened the way it did. Do you have a close relationship with your sibling(s)? No. What was the last thing that you shared? Some watermelon Sour Patch Kids with my mom. Do you think people talk behind your back? You couldn't get me to believe my mom doesn't at least sometimes to my sisters even if you tried your absolute damnedest. In real life do you laugh like ‘haha,’ 'hehe’ or something else? It depends on what I'm laughing at/at what intensity. Do you have any unusual skills? Nah. Who’s your favourite person? I don't have a sole favorite person. I love many people in different ways for varying reasons. Are there any chores you actually enjoy doing? No. When did you last have an "Oh, I get it now!" moment? Watching Attack on Titan yesterday w/ Girt. Have your parents ever suspected something untrue about you? My mom HAD to have suspected I was doing something FAR worse than innocent meerkat RP to have borderline fucking traumatized me invading my privacy and forcing shit out of me regarding what I was always doing on the computer so secretively. Like I get it, she was a concerned mother, but I was a fucking WRECK because I found it so embarrassing. It was insulting that she didn't trust her well-behaved daughter. What do you think about video games? They're great for both the creators and consumers. They're wonderful expressions of creativity, and so much fun to experience as a player, delving into a new world and getting engrossed in the story. I could go onnnn and onnnnn about what video games mean to me. I've gone my whole life as a loyal gamer. Are there any forms of Art you personally find pointless? I really, really don't get a lot of abstract art that's worth fucking thousands, BUT, I absolutely disagree that they are without purpose. The artist created what they did for SOME reason. As a distraction, a method of expressing emotion, to convey an idea... Are you tired right now? I have been SO ridiculously tired today. Like it's unreal. I've taken I wanna say three naps and I'm still sleepy. What’s something you do a lot? Drink something. I'm not talking about alcohol; just in general, I ALWAYS need some kind of drink by me, and I go through drinks pretty quickly. Are you currently on any other websites? Yeah, I'm watching YouTube. Are you good at using Photoshop? I'm decent, I guess. Have you ever been told you naturally tilt your head a certain way? Yes, actually, at least by my mom, and she's right. My head tends to tilt VERY slightly to the right, and I can tell by how easy it is to bend my head that way as opposed to left. I'll feel a biiiit more strain.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''run rabbit run'' by rob zombie

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snoifcika · 3 years

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A romance story because yes

Walking into the small café on the corner 3 blocks away from your house, you scan the area for an empty spot. You see a small 2 seat table at the edge of the café on those tall chairs that you like. And it’s near a charging port. Perfect.

You walk towards the small table and place your computer and charger there. Taking a few seconds to plug the charger into the port, as you forgot to charge your computer overnight, you look around the café again to see if any of your friends are there. Of course, they aren’t.

You open your computer and continue the romance novel you were working on. Brushing the hair out of your face, you look again to see if any of your friends have arrived since last you checked, 5 seconds ago.

You see something better.

Your face immediately goes red and you bury your face back into your computer. You don’t have any motivation to write, and how could you? She’s just… overwhelming.

A waitress spots you and walks over to your table to take your order. Seeing that you can’t deny social interaction anymore, you quickly look around for something to bury your furiously strawberry face in. You grab the menu that you pushed out of the way to fit your computer on the small table that you’re sitting on, and shove it in front of your face. You’ve already memorized the entire menu, and order the same thing every day. You don’t even look at it until the waitress comes over.

“Anything for you ma’am? Do you need more time to think?” The waitress asks. You shake your head the most you can without toppling over in how friggin cute she i-

“Ma’am?” The waitress asks again. You snap back to reality and put the menu a little bit lower than it already was.

“I’d… uh… like the..,” You can’t speak. “the cappuccino with milk and a little sugar, with a lemon pound cake on the side.” You finally get the words out and sigh with relief. The waitress nods and walks away to prepare your order. You attempt to shake away the feeling you’ve had ever since you’ve seen her and fail, trying to focus back on the novel you were writing.

Eventually, you put a little more focus into what you were writing and start your routine procedure of taking long breaks to regain motivation, drinking the coffee and eating the pound cake which arrived at your side at some point, having random spurs of motivation, looking for synonyms to make your writing more interesting, and cutting off run-on sentences before they go on too long. All the while sneaking peeks at her and her gorgeous hair and mystical face. You wonder how someone so beautiful finds their way at a small town coffee shop in the middle of nowhere.

While scanning her amazing features, you also sneak looks at her items. Her backpack, the pins on the shoulder straps of her backpack, and the stickers on her computer. They all have rainbows on them.

…

Maybe she just likes rainbows.

Doesn’t mean anything.

Rainbows are cool. Rainbows are fun. Rainbows are also very ga-

Nope, it doesn’t mean anything,

You keep your cycle of motivation, nonmotivation, coffee and snacks, and synonyms until eventually an event throws the cycle off track. You’re out of the coffee, and you have barely any bites of the lemon pound cake left.

There’s a lot of movement going around in the cafe, as you look over it once more. People exiting, entering, moving places, walking away from you, walking towards you, she’s walking towards you, oh my hecking god she’s walKING TOWARDS YOU.

She relocated all her stuff and moved seats. Just one teensy, tiny, non impactful thing.

She relocated to the seat. Right. In front of you.

You stare the hardest you’ve ever stared into the blue light machine holding the precious writing you’ve been working on for the past year.

“Uh… hey? Hello? Are you there?” You look up at her and fail to relax your face. She’s so much more beautiful close up. “I was… going to ask if I could use your port, but if you’re too busy I can just mo-”

“NO-” You say just a little too loudly. Don’t you dare go losing this opportunity. She looks at you weirdly and you start sweating all over. “Uh, you can g-go ahead and use it, yeah. I charged my computer overnight anyways I don’t know why I’m using it now. What I’m saying is you can go ahead and use it.” You blurt out. She nods and takes your charger out of the port and puts her own in.

She touched an item of yours.

You will treasure this moment for eternity.

You continue writing for a bit, until someone speaks up.

“Sooo… what are you working on?”

Raising your head to see where the voice came from, you realize it came from her.

Holy heck, she’s interested in what you do.

“Oh, nothing big, haha. I’m just writing a little romance thing. It’s a hobby of mine. What… uh… what are you working on?” You ask her, returning the question as a miniscule attempt to get small talk going.

“Oh, just writing a song. It’s going pretty well so far.” She says. You nod, and try to think of conversation topics to continue the conversation until she speaks again.

“Wanna hear it?”

You can’t believe it. You nod vigorously, but not too vigorously so as to not scare her or make her think you’re weird. She pulls up her tablet and switches the tab to the song lyrics.

You’re mesmerized by her voice. You don’t even pay attention to the song, just her. Everything else seems to disappear, it’s just you and her.

It seems before it even started, it’s finished, and the crowd, atmosphere and noise of the café sinks in again.

“Soooo… what do you think? I’m not that good at singing, I’m just the songwriter, but-”

“It was amazing. So good. I LOVED it.”

“Hah, thanks! Oh, I never got your name. What was it?”

“Oh, right, sorry- My name’s Elizabeth. What’s yours?”

“Madeline! Glad you asked. Oh, do you wanna keep in touch?”

“I-I mean, i-if you want to, only if y-you-”

“Pfft, you’re so funny. Here’s my number.”

“Oh, th-thanks. Here’s mine.”

“Thanks! I’ll call you when I get home!”

“I’ll make sure to have my phone on me, then.”

“Haha! Bye! Have a great day!”

“Y-You too!”

#romance #lesbian #2nd person

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irwingiggling · 4 years

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friends of friends. | pt. 1

A/N: Sooo guess who’s back with a new fic?! Please let me know what you guys think, and if you want me to continue this - I have lots of ideas for it! If you enjoyed it, please give it a like so I know people are interested in reading more :) The band does exist in this fic, but it’s more of a casual thing and none of the boys are famous. In this fic I tried to really focus on the characterization and in improving my writing, so yeah this is my little passion project rn while I’m in quarantine. [Also a little shoutout to @cakesunflower, I don’t know her at all but her fics (wglylm, quiet hours, etc.) and her writing is honestly incredible and she was one of the many awesome writers on here who inspired me to start this. :)]

Word Count: 2,100+

Rating: PG-13 (mentions of alcohol, swearing)

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"Who's Calum?" Audrey was perched over a tall wooden stool, hands around a mug of steaming hot coffee. Her short brown hair landed just above her shoulders, cascading perilously towards her coffee as she stared down her friend, a sly smile on her face.

"Just a friend of a friend," Rose replied with a shrug.

Audrey's eyebrows arched in response, unsatisfied with Rose's answer.

"No seriously. I barely know him, I met him the other day at some get together Nina dragged me to."

At mention of the other girl, a smile crept onto Audrey's face. "Damn, Nina. How's she doing?" The three were close friends back in university, sharing a dorm for two years. But after school, they'd all started to go their separate ways. Nina was in public relations. A true socialite, she loved meeting new people, and could keep up conversation for hours. Since landing her new job as an assistant for some small music company, she'd managed to drag Rose along to various parties and social gatherings with increasing frequency. The two lived on opposite sides of town in Boston, but remained decently close despite this. On the other hand, Audrey had moved back home to Michigan after school, and the two didn't see her very often at all.

"She's good. Still a true extrovert." Rose said with a gentle shake of her head.

"Gotta love that girl. She was always a go-getter." Audrey laughed, taking a sip of the creamy drink.

In contrast to Nina, Rose would describe herself as a simple person. She had her little apartment, her work, a well-stocked supply of coffee, and her dog, Olive - who she'd somehow managed to sneak under her apartment's 60lb weight limit. Everything else was extra, but as long as she had those few essentials, she was perfectly content. Though as a recent university grad who was still working part-time at a coffee shop, and taking whatever freelance work she could on the side, she didn't have a lot of room for extravagances anyway. In contrast, Audrey found a job as a radio broadcaster back home right out of school, and could now afford to make the flight down to see her girls.

"Anyways don’t try and change the subject, you haven't had a man in your life in ages!" Audrey exclaimed, teasingly poking a finger against the arm of Rose's blue sweater.

Rose gave her head a faint shake, smiling gently. She had no doubt Nina had already recounted the entire work gathering to Audrey over one of her long-winded FaceTime calls. Nina had a way of getting carried away with the stories she told, which likely meant their distant observation of Calum had morphed into a much closer brush than it actually was.

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She vaguely remembered him from that last work event. He was easily recognizable by his dark curly hair, tanned skin, and youthful appearance, especially since the vast majority of others mingling looked to be in their late 30s. Rose caught drifts of conversations about sales and pitches and various public relations-related stuff. She had caught him looking over at her during one of the speeches. When she met his gaze he'd turned away.

"Who's that?" she asked, tugging lightly on Nina's arm. Nina was in the middle of rambling about some publication technique to boost online views.

"Oh, him? That's Calum. He's a member of one of the newer bands the company's signed. Seems decent, haven't really had a chance to chat with him yet."

Calum.

She never got the guts to go over and talk to him that night, even though he looked like one of the only people who was actually having a decent time, chatting animatedly with an equally tall guy around his age, drink in hand. Instead, she stayed by Nina's side, letting her talkative friend fill the silence and introduce her to many people whose names she would inevitably forget.

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It was two weeks later, and Nina had caught Rose off guard yet again, getting her to agree to another one of her work parties before Rose even really knew what she was saying yes to. The term ‘party’ was an exaggeration, to say the least. Only the watered-down drinks and the 70s hits playing at a whisper in the background gave the faintest suggestion that this was a party. Rather, it was a way for people at Nina’s company to schmooze with those from other nearby labels and PR companies, collaborating on techniques, getting insider information on new signings and album releases. And Nina was so thrilled at the prospect of sharing her knowledge and making new friends, that Rose felt obligated to say yes. However, not knowing a thing about the music industry or public relations made it difficult to relate to any of the conversations, so she often found herself glued to Nina’s side, maintaining an appropriate amount of nods and smiles to the people Nina talked to, waiting for the agonizingly slow clock to tick down. She sharply reminded herself to not give in to Nina’s pleas again, that this would be the last time she would let her Friday nights turn out like this.

Letting her thoughts wander, she remembered catching a vague glimpse of the dark-haired man earlier on in the night, but she hadn't seen him at all in the past half-hour, and figured he'd gone home. She wished she could leave too, but sadly Nina was her ride, which meant she'd be here for a while longer. By this time Rose was frankly sick of Nina's incessant chatter, and with feigning enjoyment in meeting random people she truly had no interest in.

She politely excused herself from the conversation, and made her way towards the kitchen, in the hopes she could scrounge up another drink to get her through the night. Taking a look around the kitchen, she let out a small sigh when she didn't see any alcohol. However, her eyes landed on the same curly-haired man from earlier. So this was where he'd been hiding out. His cheeks flushed a vague tinge of pink at seeing he'd been discovered, but he let out a relieved breath when he saw that it was her. One of the only other people here around his age, who didn't seem like she'd want to chatter endlessly about the management side of music.

"Hey, I remember you." He stood facing her, a gentle smile on his face. "Calum," he introduced, taking a hand out of his pocket and extending it towards her.

"Rose," she replied, lips curving into a smile as she shook his hand, his larger one temporarily enveloping hers.

"Nice to meet you," he nodded. "Do you work here?" He was sure if he'd seen her before that he would have remembered.

"No, I'm actually a struggling arts major," she confessed with a small chuckle. "My friend dragged me here. Nina."

"Oh," Calum nodded, eyes flashing lightly in recognition of a name he couldn't quite place. "The really… social one?" He asked hesitantly towards the end, unsure exactly how to phrase it.

"Yeah, you can’t miss her,” Rose said, giving her head a small shake in amusement. She felt a sense of relief as Calum's light chuckle flooded her ears.

"So I'm kind of hiding out here right now," he began, looking past her for a second to the crowd of people mingling past the doorway, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he confirmed none of the guests were interested in pulling him into another conversation.

She chuckled lightly, moving to place her empty glass near the sink. "Do you come to these kinds of things often?"

"Not really," he shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. "But the label wanted me to make an appearance. Somehow I keep drawing the short end of the stick this month for that kind of stuff."

She laughed, glad she didn't have to pretend this was an enjoyable party.

"It's kinda.. stuffy?" he added, nose scrunching at the word.

She nodded in complete understanding. "Yeah. A lot of middle-aged record and publication people. Not exactly my crowd either."

"Tell me about it," Calum sighed, taking a long sip of his fruity drink. "And this was all I could find," he added half-heartedly, raising the glass.

She chuckled, trying to muffle her amusement at the strange drink that didn't seem to quite fit with his look. The vividly coloured mini umbrella and bright purple liquid contrasted sharply with the metal rings that adorned his tanned fingers and the tattoos peeking out from his shirt collar.

Noting her amusement with his drink of choice, his eyes began to light up, and he chuckled along with her.

"I figured," she said, fighting to contain her smile. This only served to make him more amused, a full-blown laugh bubbling out from his full, pink lips. His laugh seemed too pure, too alive for this subdued party.

They stood in silence for a couple beats, letting the low buzz from the various people in the room flood their ears again, before Calum drained the rest of his drink in a gulp. "Did you wanna get out of here?" He asked, setting his empty glass down on the counter beside hers, gesturing vaguely to the direction of the front door.

"Oh!" She wasn't able to mask her surprise, eyebrows rising and a faintly amused but apologetic look on her face. "Wow, um… I think you're great, I really do, but that's just not quite something that I'm-"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her response. He tilted his head slightly to one side, lips parted, as he tried to figure her out. Eventually his lips curved into a smile and a gentle laugh erupted from his mouth as he realized where she was going with this. "Shit, I meant food. My bad."

And then she was blushing profusely, wanting to melt into the floor in embarrassment because how could she fuck that up? She sighed, letting out a small whine of contempt, and when she finally got the courage to look back up at him, he was watching her, eyes sparkling. He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth, trying half-heartedly to contain the smile that still graced his face at her expense.

"Yeah, ok." She nodded, letting out a small chuckle. "I can do food."

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She didn't quite know how she ended up at the fast-food place at 10pm, seated in a tiny booth across from Calum, watching the curly-haired man munching happily away on fries, their knees occasionally knocking against each other.

When he looked at her it was as if he was looking into her. His dark curls cascaded over his forehead, a hint of stubble on his jaw. His eyes were soft and dark brown. They crinkled around the edges when he laughed and they felt like home. It was weird for her, to feel that way with a stranger. But in many ways Calum felt more like an old friend. Like someone she'd known all her life and was just reconnecting with. At this point in the night he was beginning to look tired and sleepy, but just when she thought he was losing interest, his eyes would light up at a funny comment, and it would bring her in closer, creating the most comfortable, at ease feeling deep in her stomach. That night she learned Calum had a wicked dry sense of humour, and that his warm laugh sounded like honey.

They were there for over an hour, long after the remnants of their burgers had gone cold. Only the buzzing of the neon sign in the front window, and the quiet shuffling of the lone staff member were background noise to their conversation.

Eventually they decided to part ways, both tired and content from the night. They put their empty trays in the garbage, and left. Outside they stood only a few steps apart, trying to use each other's bodies to evade the cold wind blowing through the empty parking lot. It was already April in Boston, but some nights still felt like winter.

"Alright," he said, tugging the hood of his jacket over his head so only a few curls poked out. "Get home safe, ok?"

"I will. You too, Calum."

She turned to leave, but his fingertips brushed across the fabric of her jacket. She looked up, the movement garnering her attention. His tongue darted across his bottom lip, brown eyes searching her own.

"We're doing a little show at The Reign next Saturday night. You should come, if you want."

"Yeah I'd love to. I'll be there."

And then he was smiling, hands buried in his pockets. She took a step back and gave him a wave, which he returned, watching her for a few moments before turning in the direction of his own apartment.

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beykhabarr · 4 years

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The Night Sirius Ran Away

Sooo I know this has been done countless times, but this is my first time posting here, sooooo I figured what better way to start than this, so here’s my shot, please tell me how you liked it...

The moon hung loosely in the sky, like a friend about to bid adieu, Sirius was shaking in front of his mother’s wand, her face contorted with anger, her eyes boring into Sirius’s as he stared back at her, Regulus behind his back, clinging on to his robe, afraid to let go as if he would sink into a violent storm if the meager robe slipped out of his hand..

“Sirius Orion Black,” his mother said through gritted teeth “I command you to get away from Regulus,”

Sirius shook his head, Regulus sniffed from behind him, scared and on the brink of collapsing, this helpless shaking form of his brother filled him with so much rage that Sirius felt as if his heart was going to explode just by the force of it, but despite the anger, his lips failed to form coherent words, as he wondered what in the world was wrong with him.

“I’ve told you a million times, hurt me all you want to mother, but please, leave Regulus be, he doesn’t under-”

“Crucio” she hissed, her wand pointed as Sirius as he writhed in pain, a deep ache that started in his heart and spread like wildfire in his entire body, but he didn’t let himself fall apart, ‘I have to hold on, I have to hold on, for him’ she moved her wand away from him and smiled down at his form.

“Well, we can’t let him become a traitor like you, my love, I saw him hanging around a half bloo-”

“I didn’t-.didn’t know h-he wa-was a ha-half blo-blood, mother,” Regulus said from behind him.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Reg, I bet whoever it was, it was better than her” Sirius snarled, all his defenses gone, he had worked so hard, so hard to remain unfeeling when around his family, to hide away all his emotions lock them away, so that their reeking hands could not reach him, see him when he was most vulnerable, but anger, Sirius thought to himself was the hardest to fight, to control, it felt like his anger was engulfing him from within, and he could not fight it.

“Those blood traitor Potters have rotted your brain, you are a disgrace, not worthy of the name Black and the legacy it carries, the legacy you disregard every day of your existence, those Potters will rot in hell for taking my son away from me, I should have killed you the day you were born,” she snarled at him.

“If there’s anyone who will rot in hell, it is you and your entire fucking family”

She went on as if he had not spoken, yelling over his voice, as if trying to drown him in her loud shrill screams.

“Do you realize what shame you have brought on our family, tagging along with blood traitors, you have stained your name, I am ashamed of you, so much I want to snap your neck?? A boy that has utter filth where his blood should have been, you leave the grandeur of our legacy for blood traitors and filthy creatures of the nigh-”

“Shut up, Walburga” Sirius yelled, “The name Black is written in filth, if there is anyone, anyone in this whole wide world who has filth instead of blood and bones, it is you and father and anyone who thinks that they’re better or higher above anyone, I don’t reckon you have a heart, what were you about to do? Put a cruciatus curse on a 13-year-old boy?” Sirius laughed humorlessly, tears stinging the back of his eyes.

“You speak too much, you disrespectful sullen creature, I am your mother” she yelled and pointed her wand at him once again, hissing the curse, and this time, Sirius was not sure whether she ever intended to let go, he fell to his knees, trying his best not to cry out it pain, he looked at Regulus, his little brother shaking, his face streaked with fresh tears, “Reg, go, go to your room,” he told him, as he allowed the pain to take over him, holding on to the sound of Regulus’s footsteps as he made his way up the stairs, Sirius let his head fall back when he heard the door shut close, he was trying his best not to scream, but it was impossible, the pain- the pain was too much, in the fleeting moments when he felt as if he was going to die, he thought of James and his crazy careless laughter echoing in the Gryffindor common room, he clung helplessly to the memory of Remus, smiling at his antiques from behind his book, Remus watching him play Quidditch, Remus, Remus, Re-

The first thing Sirius saw when he opened his eyes was the dusty lopsided chandelier that hung above him, the house around him was dark and it seemed awfully quiet, Sirius stood up, and his knees immediately gave away from under him, he fell face-first onto the floorboard that creaked under the force, tears welled up in his eyes, there was no pain anymore, but it felt as though his body was no longer responding to his commands, and decided to lay there as the numbness soon transformed into anger, Sirius felt weak and was glad that there was no one around to see him, no one will know that the Cruciatus curse had broken his hard shell, he would fall apart if anyone, anyone from the house saw him like this, not even Reg, who Sirius had to protect with all he could, Sirius wasn’t weak, he had seen things and laughed right in the face of humiliation, there was no way a curse could break the bones that had roughed with time, he let the anger light his way as he stood up to his feet, he felt a little shaky, but his mind had never been clearer, he made his way back to his room, got all the stuff he could in one go, and sealed an old beaten trunk closed.

He put a locomotion spell on his trunk and made his way slowly to the door of Grimmauld Place, he stopped briefly in front of Regulus’s room, contemplating whether or not he should look at his little brother one last time, finally deciding against it, because leaving him behind was the hardest obstacle that stood in his way, ‘he will be fine without me, he will fit in well with the others’, Sirius lied to himself on the pretext of fake comfort as he walked without looking back into the dark and stormy night.

Fleamont and Euphemia Potter sat in their living room, Euphemia had a book in her hand which she could barely read, her eyes drooping with fatigue, but still, she couldn’t get her mind to fall asleep,she felt as if her mind was wandering somewhere else, some place known for it’s stoic uneasiness, it was Fleamont who heard it first, a feeble knock on the door, and both of them stirred wondering who it was, in the dead of the night, when such a violent storm was brewing outside, they made their way slowly to the door, and another feeble knock echoed in the silence of the night.

“J-James?” a strained voice came from behind the door.

Euphemia opened the door in one quick motion because she recognized the voice immediately, a dripping wet Sirius stared back at them, his eyes wide, his long lush black hair colored with droplets of water that shone in the night.

“Sirius, love, what happened,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him inside, she summoned a towel and wrapped it around him, and dried his clothes in one swift motion of her wand.

“I-I ran away from home,” he said his voice breaking so violently that it broke Euphemia’s heart “I didn’t know wh-where else to go, I am sorry”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, young man,” said Fleamont as Sirius settled on the couch, the boy was the walking picture of pain and defeat, and the lively and relentless Sirius Euphemia had seen was hidden under the dark lids of the Sirius that sat shaking in front of her.

She had dried his hair, and clothes and there was no sign that he had ever been let out in the storm, but the boy looked weary and weak as if he had seen the dark blue depths of the sea all on his own, there was a heaviness making home in his eyes that she could not remove, she felt helpless against his sorrow.

“Sirius, love, did they put….?”

“Uh, yes, she put a curse on me, but don’t worry Mrs. Potter, I am fine” he said, forcing a smile.

“I am so sorry, Sirius” she said, settling down beside him.

He didn’t say anything, just smiled at her, as if nothing had happened, Euphemia knew what he was doing, he was trying to hide away, again, under the covers of his smile, and Euphemia let him, there will be plenty time to talk later she thought to herself, and smiled back at him.

Loud footsteps echoed in the house, there was a thundering sound as if something or someone had fallen down the stairs and not a second after her son stood before them, breathlessly rubbing his bruised forehead.

“Did I hear Sirius?” he asked and his eyes lit up the moment they landed on Sirius, who returned the gesture and got to his feet, abandoning the towel, and both boys threw their arms around each other.

“My goodness, Pads, you look horrible”

“Not as horrible as your hair, jerk face” Sirius said, and they both fell into a fit of laughter.

“I missed you so much, Paddy, how come you never wrote back?” James said, “You uncultured swine,” James added dramatically.

Euphemia and Fleamont smiled at their son (who was supposed to be sleeping) and his best friend as Sirius stood up straighter, as if just James’s presence had eased the insurmountable creases that his soul had endured.

“Off to bed boys,” Fleamont chanted, “James, don’t keep Sirius up too late, he needs to sleep”

“Well, most certainly, dad” James said with a smirk that suggested the exact opposite, but Fleamont only smiled at them.

Sirius woke up next morning, to find himself entangled with James long legs and hands, both their hands thrown over each other, it took Sirius a minute to realize where he was and the events of the past night came rushing to him, he shuddered with the force the realization of what he had done hit him, there was no going back, no turning away from this, he had become an outcast, he had no family, no place to call him, to place to hide his guilt ridden self.

He turned his head to look at James, his mouth was hanging open a little, and he looked so much younger than last night. “E-vans, where’re you going, the fountain is running out of chocolate, someone call Moon-y”

Sirius could not help but laugh, he wondered what on earth James was dreaming about, and pushed him hard “Come on lover boy, time to rise and shine”

“Who wakes up this early?” James muttered groggily, slapping his hand on Sirius’s forehead “It’s summer break for goodness’s sake”

“Yeah, but I am here, don’t you want to do something that includes more fun than chasing Evans in your dreams”

“Listen here you, dog, there is nothing more fun than chasing Evans in my dreams, in my dreams she doesn’t hate me as much”

“Always the enthusiast” Sirius said jumping over James’s lifeless form and off the bed “I am going to write to Remus,”

“Do whatever you want, just don’t wake me up this early ever again, I will hex your hair so that they change color every second”

“I’d like that very much actually—”

“Let me sleeeeeeeppppp”

Sirius laughed and got out of the room.

He walked down the stairs, unlike Grimmauld place, the Potter’s house had countless windows, and sunlight was pouring in from every corner of the house, lighting up the light blue walls of the beautifully decorated mansion.

“Good Morning, Mr. Potter” Sirius said, smiling at Fleamont Potter who sat with his eyes fixed on the Daily Prophet. He kept away the paper and smiled at Sirius, “Good Morning” he replied.

“It’s actually late in the afternoon, Sirius” Euphemia said coming into the room.

“I-I am sor-”

Both of them laughed, “James never wakes up this early,” she said, a kind smile lighting up her features “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay for a young man like you to want to sleep till late”

And just with the smile that Mrs Potter gave him, Sirius’s heart filled with both gratitude and affection for her, he did not know how to thank them, and it bothered him.

“I really am so grateful for everything Mr and Mrs Potte—”

“Oh, Sirius, I am so thankful to for being such a good friend of our little boy, I know you’ll never leave his side, friends like you are hard to come by” she said, with the same smile pasted to her features, as if the smile was something that could not be taken away from her, the way it reacher her eyes reminded Sirius of James.

“Oh, you must be starving, come along, let’s go and have a nice afternoon snack”

Sirius, in fact, was starving, so he followed her into the kitchen and settled on the dining table.

“James once told me you loved blueberries, don’t you Sirius”

“Yeah I—”

“Because I made some pie, I was wondering if you’d like to try”

Sirius was speechless, dumbfounded, “Mrs Potter you really didn’t have to—”

“Come on, now love, try it and tell me how it is”

James woke up when the sun was almost out of sight, his eyes were swollen from sleep and he seemed more tired than ever.

“Padfoot!” He said when he opened his eyes and threw his arms around Sirius “I can’t believe you’re here”

“God, Prongs” Sirius said, shoving him away “How the hell do you sleep that much?”

“I have talents I don’t like to talk about” He said and got out of bed rubbing his eyes, his hair standing oddly in all corners.

It was almost twilight when James was finally up and awake, and was back to his usual self.

“So tell me, you said you were gonna write to Moony and Wormie, did you do it?”

Sirius had tried to write, but he had found himself at a loss of words, he did not know what to say, how to narrate the ordeal that had taken place, and why exactly was he writing to them?

“Oh, write you said you were gonna write to Moony!” James said a playful smirk playing across his features “To tell him how utterly lonely you are without his strong arms, eh, Sirius?”

“I hate you so much, Prongs” Sirius said, a blush rising up to his ears, he hated when James teased him, he hated how he could not control himself, how Moony was the only person who made all of Sirius’s defences come apart at the seams.

James doubled over laughing and then seeing the expression on his face, he stopped “You should tell him you know?”

“It’s gonna ruin our friendship, and I don’t want to risk that, so no thank you, I am not taking advice from someone who has been miserably making a fool of himself for the same girl over and over again”

“Lily’s different”

“Yeah yeah”

“Okay, I am calling them both here”

“Both who?”

“Wormie and Moony”

“Moony would never come”

“Yeah? Why not?” James asked “The moon’s at least 2 weeks away, and school starts in a week, we could all go to King’s Cross together, it’ll be the perfect week!”

Sirius said nothing, as much as he did not want to confront Remus, the truth was that he missed him, he missed him so much he was all he could think about sometimes, it was impossible to get him off his mind, it had been a long time since Sirius had last heard from him, he had received a letter from Remus a couple days back, but he didn’t trust himself enough to write back, every time he sat down to write, he would either say too much, or too little, it confused Sirius how things were changing, how Sirius himself was changing, it had never been struggle writing to either of his best friends before, but for the past some months Sirius found himself so overcome by everything that he often was at a loss for words.

“You do what you want, Prongsie,”

“Oh come on Sirius, get off your high horse, I know you want to see Remus, I know you’re dying to see him”

Sirius made an exasperated sound “I do want to see him, but I don’t want him to see me, I just-” he broke off, looking for the right words “I just don’t want him to see me like this, weak and broken”

“Sirius,” James said, his voice suddenly very sombre, the quick transitions in James used to surprise Sirius, but not anymore, he had come to understand James more than he understood himself “You are not weak, alright? In that dark and abusive household, anyone would want to run away, any one would break, you are the strongest person I know, and I know you, you will heal from the wounds your shit parents have given you”

Sirius did not know what to say, so he just nodded.

To be continued on A03<3

#james potter #sirius black #wolfstar #harry potter #the marauders #fanfic #the marauders fanfic #james and sirius #sirius x remus #james fleamont potter #euphemia potter #regulus black #sirius and regulus

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ihaveanimagine · 4 years

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For the Cedric thing:: I could really use some wholesome holiday stuff soooo what if reader (muggleborn) went out with Cedric for some winter fun, comparing wizard traditions to muggle traditions ending in cuddles by the fire back at his place?

(HOLIDAY FLUFF IT IS!! I’ll try to make what Winter Holiday the reader celebrates as ambiguous as possible)

The cold wind of Hogsmeade tore through your coat, sending chills racing up and down your spine. You tugged your coat closer to your body and tried to maneuver your hair and scarf to create maximum wind breaking potential. Of course, two more steps down the rode sent everything flying again with another gust of wind.

Don’t worry, I said. It won’t be that windy, I said. We’re probably going to spend most of the day indoors I said!! You huffed to yourself, creating a large cloud of air as you crunched through the snow towards the Three Broomsticks. I knew I should’ve worn an extra layer.

The warm, cozy lights of Hogsmeade didn’t do much to provide you physical warmth, but the twinkling fires, the laughs, and the joyful atmosphere sent a wave of warmth through your core as pleasant memories began swirling in your mind. You remembered fondly how you first arrived at Hogsmeade, full of wonder and curiosity, how you reacted when you first tried Butterbeer and all the different candies from Zonko’s Joke Shop.

A warm smile crept up on your cold cheeks as you darted inside The Three Broomsticks, letting its warmth seep into your bones. You took a deep breath, allowing the scent of Butterbeer and hearty meals to fill your lungs.

“Y/n!! Y/n! You made it!!” An excited voice caught your attention and you turned to see Cedric Diggory waving excitedly at you “I saw you from the window!” He pointed at the window next to the table he was at with a loppy grin. You laughed and headed over to him, stomping your boots at the door to remove any snow you brought in with you.

As soon as you were within arm reach, Cedric stood from his seat and began helping you with your coat by removing your hood, gathering your cold face in his cozy hands and pressed tiny kisses all over your face. “You’re so cold!” He whined in between kisses.

You laughed and tried to return a few kisses in between removing your freezing gear. Cedric helped drape your coat on the back of your chair and scooched his chair to the same side yours was and took your hands in his. “I know I said this earlier, but you are *really* cold, Sweetheart.” He gave your hands a quick rub to help speed up the process of warming them up.

You sank into his touch and let out a content sigh and snuggled into his side. “You’re sooo waaaarmmm!” You pulled his arm around you and buried your nose into his sweater, breathing in his calming scent. Cedric nuzzled his head into yours and released your hands long enough to pull you in for a side hug.

Which gave you the perfect angle for your betrayal.

You snatched your still freezing hands from his lap and shoved them under his shirt, pressing your hands onto his bare stomach.

Cedric yelped and pulled away from you, playfully shoving his hands into your face while he swatted away your hands. “I try to warm you up and this is the thanks I get???” He exclaimed, holding his side like he had been stabbed. “Your hands are as cold as your heart!”

You laughed loudly, feeling nothing but evil smugness fill you as Cedric sits back down in his seat with a distrustful glare. You moved to cradle his hands in yours and give him a truce kiss but he reacted quicker and snatched your hands out of the air and pinned them to the table. “Nice try! But I got you this time.”

He leaned in with a proud smirk until your noses were almost touching “I just wanted to give you a kiss!” You pouted, unable to wipe off that growing smile on your face. “Mhmmmm, nice try! I know your tricks, Sweets, you wanted to shove your hands down my neck.”

You cackled and made a dramatic gasp “I! Would! Never!” You made an exaggerated thinking face then added “Well, maybe, but only when you’re not expecting it.” Cedric narrowed his eyes at you but was also unable to hide the smile on his face. “I knew it, you little traitor.”

“Can I get you two lovebirds anything?” Madame Rosmerta came into your peripherals and you faintly made out a smile on her face as she watched the two of you having a staring contest. “Two Butterbeers please!” Cedric said “Can you make mine the Extra Sweet Butterbeer?”

“Awww, but Cedric! You’re already an Extra Sweet Butterbeer!” You cooed, trying to throw off his concentration. “Light of my life, darling of my heart, you’re the Extra Sweet Butterbeer.” He replied.

“No, no, no, I insist. You are.”

“No, you.”

“You’re the Extra Sweet Butterbeer, times two, no take backs!”

Rosmerta shook her head at you two but chuckled “Can I get anything else for you two?” She asked “Can we get two bowls of stew, please?” You asked, still refusing to lose the staring contest. Rosmerta nodded “I’ll be right back with those, try not to dry your eyes out, loves!”

*~*~*~*~*~*

After winning the contest (Cedric says you cheated by blowing into his face) and eating your meals, the two of you began discussing your plans for the day.

“It’s a shame we don’t have the entire day to spend here like we did when we were at Hogwarts.” Cedric commented as he cleaned out the last bit of stew from his bowl. You chuckled and finished off your own bowl before leaning back into Cedric’s arms. Now that your hands were thoroughly warmed from the stew, Cedric didn’t need to worry about a cold hands attack and allowed you to burrow into his side.

“Yeah, but at least now we don’t have a curfew to be back by.” You chuckled, he kissed your hairline and leaned his head on yours. “That’s true. Speaking of which, what are we doing today?” He pulled you in tighter and lowered his voice “I mean, if you don’t wanna do anything but let me keep my arms around you like this, I won’t complain.”

Your face burned as flustered giggles burst from your chest, you playfully shoved Cedric who had his own blush as he beamed at you. “Mayyybe we can save that for next year.” You said, trying to force your blush down, “But I was thinking I show you Purebloods how to actually party.” You playfully ribbed him with your elbow and Cedric puffed up in challenge.

“Us Purebloods, huh?” He repeated, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes “Well, that’s news to me! I didn’t even know you Muggleborns had parties!” The two of you laughed before Cedric pulled you in for another hug. “Well, I guess it’s only fair to split today’s activities,” He relented, fluffing your hair as he released you.

You fixed your hair and reached out to fluff his hair in return but your hands were swatted away. You pouted at your defeat but chose to bide your time for another moment. “That works for me!” You began collecting your stuff and booped his nose with your finger. “Since it was your idea, you can choose first, love.”

Cedric perked right up and grabbed all of his winter gear in his arms before grabbing your hand. “Perfect idea!! Let’s go!”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Within moments, you found yourselves at the nearby lake, it’s frozen surface was already carved by the many skaters who’ve been on and off during the day. The sun was out but it wasn’t too bright to blind you, the air was still chilled but something about the tender way Cedric held your hand while he practically skipped to the water’s edge warmed you more than any stew.

“Here we are!!” He said excitedly, dramatically sweeping his hand across the lake. “Ta-daaaaaaa!!” You gave your boyfriend a curious look “Ice skating?” You asked “Love, didn’t we do ice skating like every year at Hogwarts?”

Cedric tutted at you and dramatically shook his head “Oh, my dear sweet, sweet other half,” He gently pinched your chin and tilted your head up “When we attended Hogwarts, we were discouraged from using our magic while on the ice. But now that we’ve graduated…” He leant in and you mirrored his actions.

“We can do whatever we want!” He abruptly left you, half standing on your toes, posed for a kiss, and skipped onto the ice, casting a spell to grant him ice skates on his boots. “Cedric!!!” You shrieked, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“Get back here and kiss me properly!” You demanded, casting the same spell before flying out onto the ice after the smug Hufflepuff who gave you nothing but an innocent smile as he began skating around you.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” He teased, slipping in close enough to playfully tug your clothes before zipping away. You chased after him for the better part of an hour, bantering the entire time. Eventually, you both became a little winded and you called a truce so Cedric could get to the main event.

“So, what’s this about using our magic on the ice?” You asked him as he pulled you into his chest. “Well,” He started, taking out his wand “Me and my parents had this tradition to go ice skating together, right? But ya know, after a while skating can get a little tiresome if you’re not allowed to do tricks on the ice, so my mum found a way to liven things up.”

He pointed his wand at the ice and winked at you before casting a spell. The tip of his wand illuminated, the light slowly turned a hue of colors before shooting out to hit the ice in a dazzle of sparks. You blinked a few times, allowing your eyes to refocus on the glittering ice to find…nothing?

“What’d that spell do?” You asked, cocking your head slightly, Cedric grinned widely and slipped his wand back into his sleeve. “Watch and learn, Sweets.” He winked and shot off again, doing a series of twists and turns.

Your gaze followed his flying form, still not seeing the point of his spell. You tried looking at his skates to see if they’ve been modified at all but from what you could tell, nothing about them changed.

The ice then? No, it seemed as scraped up as the last time you looked down.

But now that you looked at it…was the ice…sparkling? Not like sun shining on it sparkling but…almost as if it was glowing???

“See it yet?” Cedric asked, making you jump slightly. He gave you a quick apology for spooking you before eagerly watching your face. You looked back at the ground “Is it…glowing?” Cedric practically beamed as he nodded “Yep!! Now watch this!!”

He took out his wand again and cast another spell, aiming it at the grooves his skates left.

The next thing that happened took your breath away.

A rainbow of colors burst from the ground, gorgeously blending into each other, swirling and glowing until they merged into the same color then split into a myriad of different colors. They matched each other, then became complementary, they danced across the ice and you hardly noticed when Cedric began leading you around the light show, watching as each trail had its own unique pattern.

“Like what you see?” Cedric whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist before resting his head on yours. “It’s gorgeous…” You breathed, completely enraptured by the light show.

Cedric lowered his head and whispered into your ear “Wanna see something cooler?” You turned to him and scoffed “How can this possibly get any cooler?!!” You shouted, gesturing emphatically at the lights. Your boyfriend simply chuckled and cast the spells again, this time aiming at the ground beneath your feet.

He quickly dispelled the lights and you were thoroughly disappointed until you were abruptly shoved forward. You flung your arms out, madly trying to keep your balance before turning back at Cedric who was giggling softly. “Ced!!” You pouted “Not funny!”

The Hufflepuff merely laughed and drew a heart in the air with his wand and stuck his face in the middle of it.

You stuck out your tongue in response before noticing Cedric was pointing at the ground behind you.

Curious, you looked down, only to see the brilliant colors that Cedric had made were now following you.

“Oh!!” You gasped and took a shocked step back, only for the trail of light to follow your skates. You gasp turned into a loud squeal as you looked up at Cedric. “It follows me!!” You pointed at the colors then yourself, all while squealing excitedly.

You gave an experimental push forward and were absolutely ecstatic to see the glowing lights were following you. Your face lit up as they did and you flew across the ice, doing turns, spins, and little jumps, all while laughing freely.

Seeing how much fun you were having, Cedric re-cast the spell on himself and he joined you as you spun your festive web across the ice without a care in the world.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Hours passed before your leg muscles decided to call it quits, forcing you both back onto the snowy shore. The lights you and Cedric created had been wiped, remade, wiped again, then remade again. He cast the final erasing spell to return the ice to it’s normal, not multicolored light show form. By the time you both conceded it was time to leave, the sun had gone down and it was time to head indoors.

Which was perfect for what you had in mind.

Cedric had opened his home for you for the night (though at this stage in your relationship, it was normal for you to apparate into each other’s living room for anything from a desire to cuddle or to tell each other your latest weird-3am-idea), and you had packed a few bags ahead of time.

You really only needed one bag for some clothes (half your closet was already in Cedric’s) but in order to show Cedric a few muggle traditions, you required a little to-go kit so to speak. One bag was filled with several products of food items, ranging from your personal favorites to Required Traditional Snacks. The other was filled with CDs of your favorite movies to watch during the winter holidays as well as a magical CD player that would allow you to play the films without any magic interference.

The two of you were in the kitchen chatting away while you rifled through your food bag for the appropriate items. “Sooooo I don’t suppose you muggles have any trick candies to use for the holidays?” Cedric asked as your hand became lost in the maze of food you packed. You chuckled at his question and shook your head “Not for this holiday. Although, if you really want me to, I can pick up some Bean Boozle packs for you next time I’m in the muggle part of town.”

Cedric chuckled and shook his head “Thanks, but I’m good.” He winked at you and grinned “Besides, you’re all the sweets that I need.” You blushed and turned on him with a playful glare, drawing in a big breath before quietly saying “No, you.”

Both of you burst into laughter, playfully shoving each other’s shoulders before you found the items you were looking for. “Aha!!” You cheered, pulling out a bag of hot chocolate making ingredients. “Here’s the main course, aaannnnd-” You shoved your hand back in the bag and pulled out a small box of cookies and donuts “Here’s the side dish to tide you over until I’m done.”

Cedric excitedly opened the box and dug into the sweets, melting at their taste. He set aside half of the treats for you (though he did steal an extra donut), and turned his attention to you. “So, what’s the big deal about hot coco?” He asked, half his mouth still full of pastry. “Will it make my tongue turn blue?”

You laughed and shook your head “Nope! I’ve simply perfected the art of hot coco making, that’s all.” You winked at him and turned back to the stove, putting together all the ingredients you need. “Wanna help me set up the CD player?” Cedric visibly perked up when you offered to let him help. “Absolutely!!”

He quickly cleaned himself of crumbs and rushed to the living room where the CD player was and brought it to the kitchen. “Got it!! Now what?” He held the contraption in his hands and looked at you with the biggest smile and you swore that if he were an Animagus, there would be a tail wagging.

“Well, first we turn it on.” You chuckled, pausing your hot coco cooking to show him the “On” button. “So what spell do I cast?” He asked, looking at the button while taking out his wand. “You don’t need a spell!” You laughed, gently setting his wand on the table before taking his hand in yours. “Just push down on the button till it clicks then release it.”

Cedric furrowed his brows and stared intensely at the button as you gently helped apply pressure. He visibly jumped when the button clicked down and he looked at you in shock, his brows shooting up on his forehead “What did I do? Was that good? Did I break it???”

You giggled and walked over to kiss his cheek “You did very well, Love. Look! You turned on the CD player all by yourself!” Cedric’s eyes watched as the black screen blinked from pitch black to a saturated blue bearing the logo of the CD player manufacturer’s company. “I did it!!” He repeated “I did a muggle thing!!”

He leaned in close to the screen and gently poked it “I wonder how this thing works…” He mused, softly poking the same spot several times before you swatted his hand away “No touching the screen!” You said sternly “It’ll take a little while to load so go ahead and pick a movie to watch first.”

You turned back to the stove while Cedric rushed off to the living room. As you were pouring the hot coco into two cups, Cedric came back and placed a movie down onto the counter with a small thwack!

“I couldn’t choose but I heard you finishing up so I panicked and chose this one.” He confessed, sending you a sheepish smile. You laughed and handed him his cup before kissing his cheek “Sounds perfect. Now, let’s take everything back to the living room!”

Cedric let out a heavy, dramatic sigh “I just put everything in the kitchen!!” He picked up the CD player and followed you into the living room and placed it on the coffee table. “Now what?” He asked, finishing his pretend complaints.

You set your mug on the table and gently pushed so that you and Cedric had plenty of space to settle in between the couch and table. “Now, you sit on the floor and look pretty while I get everything set up.” You winked at him while Cedric plopped onto the ground and delicately sipped his hot coco.

“Easiest job of my liiiii-oh my dear sweet Merlin, this is delicious!!!” He took another sip of his hot coco and tried to speak between the frantic sipping. “How. Have I. Never. Tasted this before???” His cheeks were slightly puffed from all the liquid he was holding in his mouth, trying to savor the flavor before swallowing it all.

You laughed and gently pushed his hands down to stop him before he literally inhaled the coco into his lungs. “Easy! I’m not even done with it!” You said, pulling a bottle of whip cream and sprinkles from your bag. “I don’t possibly see how this could be improved any further!” Cedric pouted, looking at the items in your hand suspiciously.

You grinned and gave Cedric a small mountain of whip cream and a light dusting of sprinkles before adding your preferred amount to your hot coco. “Go ahead and try it!” You said, gesturing to his drink “Lemme know what you think!”

Cedric cast one more suspicious look at the whip cream before swiping his finger through it, then brought it to his lips. His eyes seemed to bug out of his face as he looked back and forth between you and the whip cream. You giggled as he took another lick of the cream and pointed at the can “Okay, I know I do literal magic for work but…” He pointed emphatically at the whip cream bottle “That thing is literal magic in a can!! Hand it over, I’ll eat the whole thing in one sitting.”

You laughed and snatched the bottle away from him and protectively clutched it to your chest “Noooo!” You grinned “Mine! I got it first!” You stuck out your tongue and placed it at the far end of the table, out of Cedric’s reach. “I can still Accio it from here, you know.” He pouted, taking another sip of his drink.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes before taking a blanket from the couch and draped it over the both of you. “I know, Sweets. Now cuddle me and watch the movie.” You quickly popped in the CD and the screen lit up with the movie’s opening scene.

You shifted the blanket so it was covering your lap and left you free to cradle the cup of hot coco. You snuggled into Cedric’s side and he put one arm around your shoulders and rested his head on yours, only breaking away to take a quick sip from his drink.

The two of you stayed like that, binging movie after movie, stopping only to get refills on snacks and drinks, or to explain some of the muggle concepts to Cedric. The night wore on and Cedric light a fire in the fireplace, gently twirled his fingers on the tips of your hair, and held you close.

“This was a fun day,” He sighed happily, as the credits rolled on the latest movie. “Absolutely,” You replied with the same dreamy tone. “It’s a shame we didn’t get to do as much as we liked though.”Cedric chuckled and kissed your temple “I guess this means we have to do this next year, then.”

“Such a shame.”

“Honestly, can you believe? Us hanging out and sharing traditions?”

“Seriously, who’s wacky idea was this anyway?” You chuckled, angling your head to gently kiss his lips. “You know, you never gave me that kiss from earlier.” You mentioned, repositioning yourself slightly to face him.

Cedric cocked his head “What do you mean?” You sighed dramatically “When we were on the ice and you were being an unfair tease!” You swooned in his arms and pressed the back of your hand to your forehead “You leaned in to give me a kiss but then bailed on me!”

You pouted and glared at your boyfriend who dramatically gasped “I would never do that to you, Sweets!!” He gently cupped your face in both hands and booped your nose with his before leaning his forehead on yours. “I love you too much to ever leave you hanging like that!”

Your eyes squinted and you crossed your arms for full effect “Oh yeah? But you did leave me hanging so what exactly are you going to-”

Your words were silenced when Cedric crashed his lips against yours. He gently tilted your face to deepen the kiss and let one hand slip down to your waist to pull you flush against him. You let your arms curl around him, letting yourself relax in his arms. You could feel him smiling with each slow kiss he gave you and you found yourself mirroring that smile.

Cedric’s chest rumbled in a soft moan as he pulled away from you, letting his hand gently brush against your flushed cheeks. You mirrored his actions and were proud to find a bright red blush on his own handsome features.

“How was that?” He asked, removing his hand from your face to cup the one on his. He grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm before nuzzling his face into it “Does that make up for the kiss I didn’t give you earlier?”

You giggled and gave him another kiss before settling yourself into his arms. “I’d say it does, but just to be sure, why don’t you cuddle me for a bit.” Cedric chuckled and nuzzled his face into your hair and gently rocked you in his arms.

His hand slowly rubbed up and down your spine, turning you into putty as your eyelids became heavier. You snuggled into his embrace and from the slow movement of his chest, it seemed Cedric was also close to drifting off to sleep. With one last kiss to his cheek, you tucked your head under his chin and let yourself drift away.

“Love you, Cedric.”

“Love you too, Sweets.”

#so sorry this took so long!#I hope you enjoyed this!#cedric diggory #harry potter #hufflepuff bean #cedric diggory x reader

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[Translation] Tsukiuta. 2nd Anniversary Round-Table Discussion ~Seniors version~

I’m a bit late but, happy birthday Shun! I started to translate this on his birthday but due to this interview being long, I only ended up finishing on 25th. This is an interview published in the AGF version of Tsukiuta Monthly Publication, meaning it’s 6 years old by now.

I should have translated the 1st anniversary interview, but this one really left me in shock. I mean.... SHUN HAS A KINK?????? I’M JUST????? TSUKIPRO?????

Anyway, that’s all I’m going to say for now, I hope I made you curious. Many thanks to Ryota and Chrome for assisting me and helping with the proofreading. Please don’t reuse/retranslate/repost my work. I mean, seriously.

Haru: The 2nd anniversary round-table discussion of the Tsukiuta. series, seniors version is…… starting!

Shun: Wah (claps)♪

Haru: That being said, this year had a lot of chaotic things in store for us, but somehow we managed to reach the second anniversary without any problems. We’re grateful for that, aren’t we?

Hajime: That’s right. Thank you for always supporting us.

Kai: Thank you. We will never forget this feeling of gratitude.

Shun: Ah, I remember it was during last year’s round-table talk… Ever since AGF finished, there were a lot of opportunities to organize different plans and fairs. We managed to expand our merchandise too, didn’t we?

Haru: Well, speaking of big things, we also had a corner with things for our fans, and then Haru no Fan Matsuri1 too……?

Kai: Then Super Comics, the artbook, the summer comics, the collaboration with Karatez-san, then the Full Moon Fair & Full Moon Cafe, and now we’re back to AGF.

Hajime: We had a big event about every two months and in addition to that, our duet CDs were being released monthly. Somehow it feels like we’ve been busy all year round. Good grief.

Haru: Right? But monthly progress is something fitting for Tsukiuta (smiles bitterly). Good job for now.

Kai: Good job~

Hajime: Good work.

Shun: Good work. This round-table discussion gives us the chance to take it easy and look back over what happened this year. Ever since last year’s events it feels like our talk has become a routine.

Hajime: Okay. Then without further delays…. Haru, bring the tea.

Shun: Ye~s. I want some too.

Haru: Really? That’s how we’re starting? (laughs)

Question: “Tell us about a situation that occurred during the production of the duet CDs.”

Kai: ......Well, until our spoiled leaders get their tea, we have our first topic. “A situation that happened during the production of our duet CDs” it says.

Haru: Hmph, hmph.

Kai: Each of us had to prepare two duets at a time, right? The ones Shun and I got were “Kimi ni hana o, kimi ni hoshi o” and “Celestite”.

Haru: Otherwise known as “Hana Hoshi” and “Kuro Ouji2”, right?

Kai: Yeah. “Hana Hoshi” is based on my image, while “Kuro Ouji” is based on......

Shun: Behold☆ My image!

Hajime & Haru: …...Aah (both see the light)

Shun: By the way, since the composers and the listeners both have their own impressions on the songs, the prompter is telling us to talk about some stuff that happened during the photoshoots for the CD jackets.

Haru: Roger (smiles bitterly). So, about those photoshoots…...

Shun: The Hana Hoshi photoshoot was fun. It was done somewhere in the north, on a vast field.

Hajime: Based on that description alone, it must have been cold.

Kai: We actually went there during the summer, so the cold air was pleasant. Underneath a sky covered by stars, we were sitting on a flower bed with bouquets in our hands. It felt so nice…… for us it was very relaxing.

Shun: Fufufu. Because of the shade of my costume, at first glance it looked as if I had a ribbon on my bare chest. That created many confusions, you know?

Hajime: You sound glad about that.

Haru: Above your head was a complete starry sky, and you were holding flowers in your birthday suit (distant look)

Kai: …...You’ve just destroyed my precious memory…...

Hajime: Now that you mention it, I’ve observed since long ago that many of the Procella duets have the word ‘flower’ in their titles. Is there a reason why?

Shun: Fufufu. You have good eyes, Hajime. It's a coincidence I'd like to call ‘fate’!

Kai: That was so blunt (laughs)! But it really was just a ‘coincidence’. Although we all have different producers, these kind of things happen once in a while. I guess you could call it proof of our unity?

Haru: Wow, you’re forcing your own conclusion~ (laughs bitterly)

Hajime: …...Haru, do we have something similar to that?

Haru: Don’t force me to compete with that, leader (laughs). Also, if you think about it, Celestite is not a ‘flower’.

Kai: For that one, we went completely into Shun-sama’s world. Or should I call it the ‘Spirit World’?

Shun: Ahaha, Kai? Do you want a demonstration of my real powers? I’ll show you how hard I worked for the ‘Kuro Ouji’ concept.

Hajime: Indeed, it suited you. Both you, …...and Kai.

Kai: Me too?

Hajime: Yeah, it suited you…...I think. Kai, during TsukiRadio, you did something similar to a Demon Lord, right? The younger kids said you fit that image perfectly. I think so, too.

Shun: Kai’s physical build was perfect for this to begin with. Those black clothes brought a lot of impact to the surface. He was definitely cool-looking.

Kai: Eh, you think so? You two praising me makes me feel a bit embarrassed, but I’m happy. Thanks.

Hajime: On the other hand, we have ‘Koi wasuregusa’ and “Hajimari no haru”.

Haru: Yes.

Kai: I could feel Japanese vibes coming from both of you, and I’m talking about both the titles and the costumes.

Haru: Ahaha. Is it because of Hajime?

Hajime: ? What about me giving off that ‘traditional Japanese’ impression?

Shun: Your entire image is built that way, can’t you see, Hajime? Take your first stage outfit for example, it was heavily inspired by traditional elements.

Hajime: …...I see.

Shun: On the other hand, mine is inspired from the west.

Hajime: Even without you mentioning that, it can be seen that the duet costumes and many other costumes are made based on a western style.

Haru: Maybe the reason why Gravi’s and Procella’s own images are divided into ‘western’ and ‘traditional’ is exactly because of our leaders’ images.

Hajime: Our images...huh.

Kai: Though, the more you look at Koi Wasure, the more luxurious it looks. Are those costumes made from Nishijin silk fabrics3?

Shun: They look that way. I was watching them when the shoot happened, but the real thing looks even more impressive than in the photos. I think someone poured their soul into those outfits, and the final result is only proof of their skills.

Haru: Speaking of effort? On site, everyone was bursting with energy, but that shoot honestly made me all tensed up for the first time in a while. I rarely wear kimonos to begin with…… I mean I probably wore a kimono only for the Shichi-Go-San festival4 in the past and having to wear one again after so long felt like too much of a hurdle for me (smiles bitterly).

Hajime: Haru, has it really been that long since you've worn a kimono?

Haru: Ahaha, Hajime. Most people aren't even fated to wear a kimono in their entire lifetime. I’m one of them. I can’t get used to it, and if it wrinkles or looks dirty even the slightest bit, I become terrified. Not to mention they are also unbelievably expensive. ……Though, I think it might be difficult for Hajime here to understand that.

Kai: I know what you mean. I definitely do, Haru. That common sense is something I agree with on a spiritual level.

Hajime: Hmm……. So that’s how it is.

Shun: We’re quite familiar with household events, aren’t we?

Hajime: Yeah. At each turning point in life, our relatives would gather for events and wearing full formal dress was a custom.

Haru & Kai: (We’re witnessing a conversation between two real young masters)

Hajime: …...Though if you look at the results, I think it suited you well enough, Haru.

Haru: Ooh, my king is bestowing me with words of praise.

Hajime: C’mon, look at this shot, you look like a young playboy husband or like a beguiling king. (chuckles)

Haru: Correction, it wasn’t praise. They randomly started to call me beguiling recently and I keep wondering why, Kai.

Kai: Don’t mind it, Haru (laughs). Well, wasn’t the concept of that jacket cover the ‘bewitching, traditional Japanese rock style’? In that case, the beguiling king concept was a huge success in a way. Good job, Haru.

Haru: Oh, geez.

Kai: Finally, ‘Hajimari no Haru’. You had the same ‘traditional’ theme, but it was the complete opposite of the previous CD and felt more formal. The military uniforms gave a nice, cool feeling.

Haru: Correct. The costumes were made to represent military outfits. You can tell that just by looking (laughs).

Shun: Hajime! This includes Haru as well, but Hajime looked sooo good! It suited you so well, I end up wanting to crawl! I want to go down on all fours and be stepped on by you! I want to see you cast that cold glare onto me!

Kai: …...Shun, Hajime’s backing away slowly. Haru and I, too...

Question: “What event left a strong impression on you?”

Haru: Shall we answer at the same time?

Kai: Ooh, a curve ball was thrown. ‘Kay, let’s do it. I’ll bring the notebooks and markers then. Everyone, write~.

Hajime: I’m done.

Shun: Me too.

Kai: Then, three, two…... one!

Haru: ‘Haru no Fan Matsuri’

Hajime: ‘Haru no Fan Matsuri’

Shun: ‘Full Moon Fair’

Kai: ‘Full Moon Fair’

Haru: Ooh, we got half and half (laughs). My answer is without a doubt ‘Haru no Fan Matsuri’. It has my name in it too, but it’s also because I worked on every special benefit up until the smallest detail.

Hajime: Aah, indeed, like the little bunny plate that came as a bonus or the rubber strap that came with the DVD and stuff. I chose our first independent event because it left an impression. Unfortunately, my schedule didn’t match with it so I was only able to participate via video feed.

Kai: As expected, you went for ‘Haru’ (laughs)? On the other hand, I chose the Full Moon Fair which incidentally ended not long ago~. It was our first nationwide Animate fair, after all. And the Animate storefront even made it on the ‘Kyarabii5’ cover, right? The fact that they were given that important cover space made me so happy.

Haru: It was the first time in a while when all of us were featured in a photo.

Shun: We were so lively (chuckles). In one set we were wearing casual clothes, and in the other yukatas.

Haru: That one also ended up being the cover of the calendar this year.

Kai: The fans’ reaction was more than what we were all expecting, so the staff was left in awe at the power of the yukatas and some hair arrangements.

Haru: Hajime, you also let your hair down, right?

Hajime: You’re the one who messed with my hair. I wish I had done something about that back then.

Haru: Ahaha, that’s true. That was the result of me talking with the hair and make-up artists and how we agreed that not teasing your hair up was better since the yukata was so fitting on you.

Hajime: I admit they complimented my hair, young master.

Shun: Ah, yes, yes. Me too. They said I looked like the prodigal son of a rich family. Kakeru and I happened to be shot side-by-side, and they were saying from all directions that we looked like ‘the apprentice and the prodigal son’. Ahaha.

All of them: (Because that’s exactly how it looked like)

Hajime: Our first solo event, and our first national fair. This year we had a lot of ‘first times’ once again as a series.

Shun: That’s what we would call some of our many progresses. Thank you very much.

Question: “Tell us about other work situations if there are any.”

Shun: This year, a lot of new opportunities arose for me and to top it all off, I’m really, reaaaaally happy that I got to experience being paired in the leaders group. I think it was very fun. (softly)

Kai: The twelve of us look like some kind of family (lol). We barely had space for everyone to fit in at the same time, but even with the limited room by picking out the right camera exposure levels, the two leaders didn't look unnatural. Of course, there's the tiniest bit of post-production as well.

Haru: Wow, that’s a very vivid story you got there!

Shun: Geez, Kai~ I’m trying to be grateful here so please don’t bring up business here.

Kai: Ahaha, my bad, my bad.

Hajime: ……. I’ve been thinking about that too.

Shun: Yes?

Hajime: Your…... ‘that’ thing you do, Shun…...Being my fan I mean. I started to think about it only recently, but half of that thing is a joke, isn’t it? I’m not wrong about that, am I?

Shun: ーーー!?

Kai: Ah, his shock is easy to understand for once.

Haru: It really is. …...I can’t ignore how pitiful Shun looks now so I’ll back him up. Listen Hajime, anyone can tell that Shun's very serious about ‘that thing’, you know?

Hajime: …...Really?

Kai: Yeah. And what I’m about to add might sound strange…… but I can confirm he’s been seriously devoting himself to his fan activities and supporting you since the beginning and until now. From the start he rarely, er, sometimes, no, always was noisy about it, but well, he can be pretty entertaining if you feel like listening to him.

Haru: He never changed (laughs)

Hajime: Is that so……? …...I see. I’m sorry, Shun. Thank you for always supporting me.

Haru: Ah, here’s the heartfelt fan interaction. (laughs)

Shun: ーー!! That "I see" just now! That gives me legal authority to accompany you from now on, right!? In that case there’s no problem! I don’t mind it! It just means I didn’t put my heart enough into it. From now on I'll work hard on my fervor for Hajime so that my love will be conveyed! L O V E Hajime LOVE!! WASSHOI! (grabs Hajime and clings to him)

Hajime: ……

Shun: Hajime~, Hajime~♪ Fufufu no fu (snuggles)

Hajime: ……

Kai: (whispering) Hajime’s definitely trying his best not to send Shun flying across the room.

Haru: (whispering) He’s really putting up with him (laughs). Let’s not forget that apology from earlier. It’s a good thing our leaders are on good terms with each other. A really good thing.

Kai: Right~? The leaders’ work kept increasing, but on the other hand, we are still considered…… uhh, ‘advisers’? We also received more and more jobs in pairs like this one and they’re always fun.

Haru: Ahaha, you’re right.

Hajime: ……

Haru: …...Anyway, I think that’s enough, Shun (laughs bitterly). Our king is a cat after all. You can hug him however much you want, but he won’t get used to it. He’s already turning into stone, so can you release him?

Hajime: Who are you calling a cat, Haru? (sigh)

Kai: You say that but it's so easy to tell that you're relieved (laughs). Good work, Hajime.

Question: “Leave a message for your fans.”

Hajime: It’s been exactly one year since the last AGF. Due to everyone’s support, it feels as if we were able to go a few levels up. Thanks. This is more or less all I wanted to say.

Shun: Fufufu, indeed. The things I want to say as Procella’s leader and the things I want to convey myself, too, are exactly the same as the ones Gravi’s leader, Hajime, just said. …...Thank you, everyone.

Haru: You switched from fan mode to leader mode (laughs).

Kai: I’m always amazed when he does that switch (laughs).

Haru: I think now’s the time for the advisers to show their gratitude too. And we'd be happy to receive your support for more of the merchandise promotions we do together in the future.

Kai: And don’t forget about the youngers either! Their growth is remarkable even from our point of view, so don’t miss out any of that.

Shun: You pulled that off perfectly. As expected from our reliable partners.

Hajime: …...Right? I trust both of them too.

Kai: Ahaha, thanks. Among our unit members, the senior group aspire to be the ‘most steady’. Let’s continue doing things in our comfortable rhythm and without pushing ourselves.

Haru: The younger ones will be able to walk ahead without worries if we build them a solid foundation, won’t they?

Shun: Even more than that, we are both their foundation and their guides. The two of us should pave the path for them, don’t you think so, Hajime? A path everyone would stroll on happily as they head for joyful days.

Hajime: Yeah. …...Indeed. As the ones who walk ahead of everyone, you and me have that role.

Haru: If you two get tired, don’t hesitate to tell us, okay?

Kai: I don’t mind if I’m being relied on even without them being tired.

Hajime: Then I want a second helping.

Kai: Of tea? …..Well, I'll guess I'll pour it for you then (chuckle).

Shun: Me too, me too~.

Haru: I want some too!

Kai: Everyone's taking advantage of me (laughs).......Fine, I get it. I’ll be taking your requests~. Do you want Japanese tea? Black tea? Or coffee?

(And so the end transitioned into a leisurely tea party.)

T/N:

Haru no Fan Matsuri (translated 'The spring fan festival') was an event held back in 2014. The guests were Masuda Toshiki (Kisaragi Koi), Aoi Shota (Minaduki Rui), Kanemoto Hisako (Hijiri Kurisu), Uesaka Sumire (Tendouin Tsubaki), Mamiya Yasuhiro (Kurotsuki Dai) and Yamanaka Masahiro (Tsukishiro Kanade). You can buy the DVD here

Kuro Ouji means 'Black Prince'. Shun reveals in his duet SS that according to the song concept, he's the black (imperial) prince. I'll get to it more when I translate that SS.

The Nishijin silk fabrics are high quality silk fabrics originating from Kyoto.

The Shichi-Go-San Festival (translated 'Seven-Five-Three Festival) is an event held on 15th of November for girls who are 3 or 7 years old and for boys who are 5 years old. On that day they celebrate the growth and well-being of young children.

Kyarabii is a magazine from Japan.

If you like my work and you want to support me, you can now buy me a coffee by clicking right [here]. I also started taking commissions, more details are right [here]. Thank you~

#tsukiuta #2nd anniversary round table discussion #seniors version #mutsuki hajime #shimotsuki shun #yayoi haru #fuduki kai #english translation #tsukiuta monthly publication #interview #agf 2014 #IM STILL SCREAMING #THIS INTREVIEW IS A ROLLER COASTER

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whatarubberchicken · 5 years

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Awards and Appreciation

It’s finally here! My gift to @perditaalottachocolate-blog for the @lukanette-exchange! My deepest apologies that this is so late, but I tried to include all your prompts! Hope you enjoy!

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Awards and Appreciation

I need to find someone I can talk to without faking a smile for a while, Marinette thought as she gazed over the ballroom. Her cheeks hurt. She was used to schmoozing for her job (everyone in fashion was) but tonight… it was so hard to find someone who wasn’t… fake.

Maybe a snack would perk her up. She couldn’t let anyone think she was anything but ecstatic about being here after all! It would insult the committee who’d recognized her with an award for her designs.

Poised and happy, she reminded herself as she scanned her surroundings for the hors d’oeuvres table. Poised and happy and slightly starving—there! The buffet table!

Oh.

Oh. She should’ve known he’d be here. Scratch that, she had known he’d be here! Whenever she thought of arts and music in Paris, a list of names popped into her head, and his name was always at the top of her list! Why hadn’t that little detail clicked in her mind? Le Grand Paris Hotel had gone all out for the Artistic Achievements Awards ceremony being held tonight, but all the splendor around her paled in comparison to one man standing over by the punchbowl.

A suit and tie that complemented his pale skin and blue-tipped hair; perfectly styled to complement the lines of his body type, eyes alight with kindness and joy…

He looks amazing, she couldn’t help thinking, even as she shook any hopeful thoughts out of her head. Luka had always preferred the laid-back rocker look, but when he decided to clean up… that boy cleaned up nice.

No. No. She’d had her chance. She’d had multiple chances. And she’d screwed them all up! He had a life now, a life that didn’t involve her, and he looked as happy and content as anyone could be!

So, no.

Just no.

She wouldn’t mess this up for him again!

No.

No!

… but just talking to him for a moment wouldn’t hurt, right?

She half-wanted to beat some sense into her own head as her treacherous feet carried her over to where he was talking to some old friends. He was smiling, laughing at something his companion had said, and just seeing him look so happy—so free—made her insides feel warm and relaxed.

I’m glad he’s happy, she thought. He deserves to be happy.

Please let him be happy to see me.

Going from “dating” to “just friends” was always tricky. Not everyone wanted to be friends with their ex. And they certainly hadn’t met up a whole lot since then…Why was that, again? She’d always had so much creativity flowing through her whenever she’d hung out with the band!

She waited until he’d finished his current conversation before stepping closer.

“Hi, Luka,” she said softly.

She’d kept her voice low, so she didn’t expect him to whirl around immediately, his face breaking into a delighted smile.

“Marinette!” he exclaimed, scooping her up in a quick-but-tight hug. “I didn’t expect to see—wow, you look amazing!” he added, giving her a once-over that had heat flooding her cheeks.

“Oh, this old thing?”

Luka snorted in laughter. “As if Marinette Dupain-Cheng would wear just any ‘old thing’ to an awards ceremony,” he scoffed. “How long did it take you to make that?” He asked, gesturing to her gown. Marinette giggled. He knew her too well.

“Only most of the week,” she admitted, twirling a bit to let all the twinkling details glint in the light. Form-fitting, but still modest, the dark blue of the dress matched the highlights in her hair perfectly, and she’d added crystals into the fabric itself, designed to look like constellations, but only if you looked closely. Otherwise, they simply looked like extra sparkles. It had honestly turned out better than she’d anticipated. Especially paired with the crescent moon pendent around her neck. “I’ve gotten a lot better at managing my time.”

“Well, it looks… stellar,” he said, pondering a bit. Even now, it seemed words were sometimes hard for him.

She laughed again. “Thanks,” she said. “And you look great too!” She quickly added, gesturing to his suit.

“Ehh,” he said, tugging on his collar. “It’s some Italian designer—Whose name I honestly can not pronounce. Or remember.”

“I won’t tell a soul,” Marinette promised, winking. His face lit up for a moment, before he shook himself out of it.

“Sooo, I hear a congratulations are in order?” he said, looking at her expectantly.

She instantly knew what he was talking about. All the fashion blogs and tabloids were going crazy over the fact that Adrien Agreste had recently announced his engagement.

“Ahh, no,” she said. Luka’s smile fell and he cocked his head at her, confused. “Adrien—that secret girlfriend he has—it’s not me.”

“But weren’t you two seen together just last week?”

“Yep,” she said, laughing. “We’re still friends, and he occasionally models clothes for me, but we haven’t been together for years now. We did lunch that day to throw off the press so he could propose to her in private later. Don’t worry. She’s sassy, and sweet, and just perfect for him.”

Only the best for her kitty, after all!

“Oh. Oh… well, good,” Luka said, rubbing the back of his neck in the awkwardness that followed. “And… are you… seeing anyone?”

“Nope,” Marinette said easily. “I kept myself available so the press would be fooled and Adrien could date in peace. He gets so nervous when they swarm him like that; I didn’t want him to ruin his chances. And I got some free advertising out of it, too,” she added, giving him a wink. “What about you?” she asked.

“Huh? Me?” Luka looked startled.

“Yeah. Are you seeing anyone?”

“Oh. No. No, I’m not.”

“What about that crazed fan I heard about?” she teased.

Luka groaned. “Ugh, don’t even get me started,” he said, rubbing his face. “It’s like Vincent Asa and XY got together and had a demon baby!”

Marinette burst out laughing. Oh, the imagery of that!

“Would you… would you like to dance?” he asked, stumbling over his words in an effort to get them out quickly.

Marinette blinked. “Sure.”

There weren’t many people dancing; this event was more for socializing and making good connections, but a band had been playing softly in the corner the whole night, so it was easy for her to let him lead her onto the dance floor. She felt butterflies in her stomach as he took her hands and placed them around his neck—why was she so nervous? They’d dated before—for close to a year! A little dance should be nothing!

But the feel of his hands on her waist—warm, sure, steady—she had to force herself to breathe normally.

Oh wow, he smells good.

Ok, Marinette! Focus! she told herself. Time for small talk! Idle chit-chat! Think of something!!

But it was so easy to just relax in Luka’s arms. Knowing she was safe. Protected. Loved. She didn’t even realize she’d laid her head on his shoulder until she felt him hum contentedly. She quickly pulled back, feeling her face heat up again.

“Sorry,” she said.

“I don’t mind,” he assured her, looking calm and so sincere. It was hard to ignore the butterflies doing flip-flops in her belly.

“Sooo—” Ugh, she needed to think of something to talk about! What did they use to talk about when they danced?! Marinette blinked as she tried to think back. Wait…

“Luka, is this our first dance?”

He hummed. “You know, I think it is,” he admitted.

“How is THIS our first dance?!” she asked incredulously. They’d dated for months before!

“I think it’s because, when we went out before, I was usually in the band,” he laughed.

Marinette banged her head on his shoulder in frustration. “I am so sorry,” she groaned. “I was a terrible girlfriend, only going out when you had a gig!”

“Hey, I like it when I have gigs!” he retorted, grinning at her. “Besides, we did other stuff together, and any moment I got with you was a treasure.”

How was he so smooth all the time?! Marinette could feel her heart melt at his sweet words.

“Still,” she said, standing on her tip-toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek, “you were far too good for me.”

“Isn’t that decision up to me?” he said, rolling his eyes at her. “And, for the record, I would’ve happily dated you for the rest of my life.”

Marinette blinked at the same Luka seemed to realize what he’d just said.

“I mean—um… that’s—well, that is—”

She smiled and put her hand on his shoulder to calm him down. (The poor boy was as red as her Ladybug costume!) “It’s okay, Luka,” she said. “I’m a stammering mess when I talk to the one I love too. I mean—” her eyes widened, “not that I—or you—I mean, I do! But, well—I’m just not—”

She saw Luka covering his mouth with his hand, barely holding back his laughter, and decided to shut her mouth before she needed to add in another foot.

“Some pair we are, huh?” she finally giggled.

“Eh, at least our children will be cute,” Luka shrugged. Then he stopped, closed his eyes, and facepalmed.

“I did NOT just say that out loud.”

To Marinette’s surprise, he let her go and stepped back, making a little thumbing motion on his wrist that she instantly recognized.

Second chance.

She laughed again. “Sorry, no take-backs!” she teased, grabbing his hand. “Now I’m glad I never let you keep that Mira—" she froze again when Luka’s eyes shot open.

OOPS. She shouldn’t even know about that move, much less about him having a—

“—Mira—mirror?” she tried to finish lamely, but his eyes were already darting across her face and to her hair. She felt herself tremble when he cupped her cheek and gently turned her head so he could see her ears.

“Luka…” she began shakily.

“You never let me buy you earrings,” he murmured, staring at her in wonder. “Not once.”

“Luka, please….”

“Well, I’m calling it,” he suddenly boomed out. “We’re both stuttering and can’t think straight—somebody has spiked the punch! Time to go home, honey!”

With that, he took her elbow and delicately started guiding her towards the door. His touch was gentle enough that she didn’t feel threatened, and besides, she was sure that if she wanted to pull away, he would let her go in a heartbeat. Sure enough, before they’d made it to coat-check, his head dipped towards her again.

“Did you have anyone else you wanted to talk to?” he whispered.

“Not really,” she muttered back. Honestly, she’d probably been done with this party an hour ago.

“Do you have anywhere you need to go?” he pressed.

“No,” she said, catching the mischievous glint in his eye as he held open her coat for her. “What are you planning, Luka Couffaine?”

“Maybe a moonlit walk by the Seine before you kill me for figuring out your ultimate secret?”

Marinette had to stifle her laughter until they got out the door. “I’m not going to kill you, you overdramatic dork!” she cried.

“Really?” he said, also grinning at his bad joke. “’Cause this seems like it’s kinda important and all….”

“It is,” she confirmed, and then nudged his side. “But I trust you.”

She caught the soft look he gave her and had to look away. Her heart was pounding, and not just from her inadvertent reveal. She hadn’t been kidding; she really did trust him, even with something like this. And that was terrifying.

So why wasn’t she terrified?

Instead, she felt… giddy. Relieved. Happy, even. Walking with Luka, she felt as relaxed as ever. When had they started holding hands? Did it matter? She didn’t really want to stop….

“So, I take it you’ve got a way to erase all my memories or something?” Luka finally asked, swinging their hands lightheartedly.

“Oh, something like that,” she agreed playfully. She didn’t, and she was pretty sure he’d guessed that, but she was willing to play along with whatever scenario his romantic heart had come up with for now.

“Well then, my lady, a token of my thanks,” he said, pulling her to a stop. “To remember me by.” Her heart beat faster when he pulled her close, and she allowed her eyes to flutter shut as he dipped his head to claim her lips.

She expected something quick and simple. Instead, his mouth moved slow and sinuously against her own; his hand coming up to cup her cheek again as he deepened the kiss. Fire roared to life in her veins. She found herself gasping and reaching up to grab Luka and steady herself against him when her own legs went limp.

He caught her expertly, of course, and she was treated to those gorgeous blue eyes shining in the starlight.

“What—what was that for?” she asked breathlessly.

“My thanks,” Luka replied, inclining his head to her. “For believing in me, even before I did.”

Marinette scoffed. “You don’t need to thank me for that! You should believe in yourself, you’re one of the best people I know! Heck, even your akuma—”

Luka silenced her with another kiss. Marinette blinked up at him with wide eyes.

“You know what, you’re right,” she said. “You should definitely thank me again…”

He did. Again and again.

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End.

#lukanette exchange #lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #ml spoilers #sorta #unless you're going by the netflix rule #silencer spoilers #ml season 3 spoilers #one of the prompts was second chance and i couldn't help myself

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polygamyff · 4 years

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40.

My mom and Leon are the worst at trying to be quiet, like they woke me trying to be sneaky, it just doesn’t work at all “Reign, girl please. Stop” I heard Leon say outside my door, they going to be in shock when they see me awake still, the door opened ever so slowly “oh baby, you’re awake!” My mom said, I just laughed because they are so stupid “I would be awake for Reign that is why, but you are all so cute” I love them “Happy Birthday to my baby, my precious baby girl” my mom came over to me, leaning down to me and started kissing my face “I love you so much, happy birthday” she moved back, Reign is too happy with the balloon, she is pushing it away and then it comes back and she pushed it away again, that girl of mine is too entertained “Happy Birthday to my beautiful friend, my sister, my ride or die, my homie. My girlfriend, my wife, my baby mother. Oh, the list is endless, I love you to the moon and back, you are now the same age has Moi!! Welcome to the twenty-seven club baby!! Ayeee!!” Leon shouted, “we not singing to mommy today?” Leon looked down at Reign, she is busy with the balloon, this girl “I just wanted to say, I am extra proud of you. You’re a beautiful mother and we are going to turn the fuck up!!” Shuffling up on the bed “y’all are so cute, thank you so much” Leon placed Reign on the bed “is Uncle Leon taking the balloon away from you” hugging Reign close, she is not impressed by Leon, he is stood with the balloon she was playing with “I am making you your favorite breakfast, your presents are downstairs. So come down when you’re ready” smiling at my mom “I will” Leon jumped on my bed, Reign started to play with my hand, intrigued by the tattoos “sooo you’re like three years away from thirty, excited?” I chuckled shaking my head “you know damn well I’m not excited about that shit, but so are you. We need to have a big party when we do turn thirty, ok?” Leon nodded his head “a promise, so did you speak to him?” Leon asked, I breathed out “I did, we spoke on Reign and Nalah will be picking her up, so daddy can have you for the weekend. But I said to him you need to let me know, tell me when you can have her. The only reason I said yes to this was because it’s my birthday, but he was like yeah, sure, ok. And then he asked what I am doing for my birthday, I said nothing much, but yeah. She is going New York to him today, I will miss her but I said it will be weekends but not every weekend. And he said I need to send you money, I goes I am not sure, just look after my daughter. Then I just kind of cut the conversation and said I had to go” Leon cringed “awkward conversation then?” Nodding my head “it’s a lot of trust but I want to test it out, I think I need to try it. I said to Nalah, you need to take him shopping and you need to show him what to get, she said she will be there through the weekend with him. But we need to co-parent, the best is that Reign goes to him because it’s hard Leon, I don’t want to see him and talking to him is hard enough because I love him but I’m not thinking of that, it’s my birthday so let’s begin” I am not going to sit here and be miserable.

Smiling at Reign in her booster seat, she is acting like it’s her day “you sharing my birthday baby?” Leon has put a party hat on her, her ears make it even more adorable “I will send him a picture, I think he will appreciate it” unlocking my phone, tapping on my camera and aiming my phone at Reign “princess, hey! Reign, look at mommy” Reign looked at me and I just cooed out “you are so adorable with your party hat” taking the picture and sending it to Maurice “so you both spoke, what did he say?” My mom asked “well” locking my phone and placing it at the side of me “I said that with Reign she can be with you on weekends, not every single one, I said once a month. He kind of was like ok, what are you doing for your birthday, I ignored it and said about Reign, and he’s clueless so I set it up with Nalah, I said you need to set the place up for him but apparently he is not moving anywhere, he is remaining in the hotel, I don’t know how long for. So, she will be here soon, she will take my beautiful baby girl to see her dad. Honestly mom, I don’t want to see him. I rather it happens that way, so yeah. That is it, he asked about money I am not bothered” my mom sat down, she pulled a face so she is not happy “I don’t really like my grandchild travelling here and there, Reign needs to have both of you at times to be there together. I think, and I may not want that but if they want more rights to see her you will have to go to court and get a set time. I feel like Reign is being dragged around, now she is going to be away from you, it will stress her out. She settles and then she moves, how you think she feels? And now she will barely see her dad, I just think if you are letting her go. This is for next time, maybe he comes here. She is too young, and she needs her mother. You don’t want to see him, but she does so for next time” I guess that is me being told “ok, mom” rolling my eyes.

Reign and Leon are so funny together, like my baby is so clever. She knows when he is hiding stuff from her, I think I adore her ability to want to do things, like she is literally always vocal about everything, sitting up on her own “you need to quit playing her, Reign it’s ok. I can see him, I can see him taking your toys and trying to play you stupid” her eyes all wide staring at me and then Leon “Reign, it’s gone!” look at him hiding her toys behind his back, Reign is staring at his empty hands “I swear you are horrible, give them back to her” Leon held his arms open to her “come to uncle so I can give you snuggles, my little snuggle monster” looking over at the door as there was a knock “is she here already? What!?” Leon spat, I don’t think she is “I will get it” getting up from the couch “she shouldn’t be, you’re not ready to go yet. I want you to spend time with mommy first” unlocking the door, dragging it open “Robyn Willis?” the lady said “uh yeah” seeing a black box in her hand, she held it out to me “for you” she said, I don’t know who this person is “uhm thank you” taking it from her “also this, for you” taking the box from her “bye” she ran off “who was that?” Leon said, closing the door confused as shit “uhm, some woman gave me this, what is this baby” Leon is nosey as fuck, he is walking over to me wanting to know. Placing the box on the table, I am intrigued to see what is in the black box. This box is so fancy, I like it “did you buy it me?” I asked Leon “no bitch, you will get gifts later I will show you” unhooking the lid, pushing back the lid “oh, these a beautiful red roses Robyn” Leon said, these are beautiful. Taking the card that was laid atop of the roses “mhmm, well if I was to take a guess. I think it was your baby father” side eyeing Leon, I mean who else is it. Pulling the card out “the card is simple, just like him” I said as me and Leon laughed, opening the card “Happy Bithday, Pootie” I read out, I breathed out “yes, it was him” closing the card “well that was cute, I mean he could have bought you a car, make it up to you” shaking my head laughing, Reign whined out “you bitching about her dad, she feels it. You know she don’t like it” Reign is getting annoyed; her nap is due.

I left Leon to open the box, Reign is wanting me, and I need to make her bottle “uhm!” I moved my hand away from her, she wants her bottle “baby, it’s hot. Wait” placing the bottle under the cold tap again “oohhh ok, look at this Chanel box Robyn” looking over at Leon, seeing a white rectangle Chanel box “the receipt is in here still oh my god, he bought this himself. So, this perfume, it cost him thirty thousand dollars, fuck off! Fuck off, thirty-thousand-dollar perfume!” Leon screamed out running to me “look at the receipt, please just look” Leon turned the receipt to me “wow” I am impressed “fuck me, I have not known this at all, I need to see it” he rushed back to the table “I think your bottle will be done now baby” turning the tap off “hungry bear, so open it” walking over to the table “it’s leather, the box” he pushed open the box, both sides popped open “that is beautiful, wow. Read me the card, I am going to the couch to feed her” she is annoying me with the whining, she does not like to be hungry this girl “oh yes, I will” walking towards the couch, I didn’t expect anything from him and it was sweet of him, I will say thank you because that is just me. Sitting down on the couch “yes?” I said smiling at her “you’re like mom, you better feed me before I cry my eyes out, I know” Reign gave me a slight smile “so, the card says. He wrote this himself and look” looking over to Leon “happy birthday mom” I read out smiling “cute” I mumbled “it says, To mom, Happy Birthday from Reign Davenport, he got you a gift on behalf of Reign. He put in brackets, left the receipt if you wish to take it back for money” I smirked, I can’t help but smirk “I guess it’s a start” Leon said.

I love to pack extra, like I am extra as fuck, but I kept it minimum. Reign’ little suitcase of things, I packed everything I could for her, now I feel sad. I am glad she is asleep because then her hazel eyes just staring at me, my heart “Nalah called, she said she is running behind and that she can’t really stay and needs to go because of her lateness, she was doing an event here so yeah” my mom poked her lips out to me “don’t” I said “Robyn, you’re a mother, this is different” my mom said, I just rather she say nothing “thank god” Nalah is here so it is time for my baby to go, Leon got the door. We are literally stood waiting “wow, you are all waiting. I am sorry, I got behind. I am sorting his programme out that he created, is she asleep?” nodding my head “please, oh my god. Please look after my baby, I can’t believe I am doing this, I think it will be first and last time, but Leon is doing something for my birthday and Maurice asked but, it’s my daughter. She is my everything, please Nalah. That is my whole heart” Nalah nodded her head “I am not leaving at all; I am staying with him. I promise you; I will be there. I will send you updates; I will also beat Maurice’ ass. I am so angry with him, but he doesn’t like me talking about it at all over the phone. But I promise, I will be there, she is the apple of everyone’s eye. Honestly, my mom and dad are coming over for her. She will be fine, promise” looking in the car seat “I am going to the bathroom, I can’t yeah. Just going” Nalah looked at me dumbfounded “you go, she can’t see her go. I get it, I will help you out” Leon said, I need to go, I know this is something I will probably need to get used too but my heart, that is my baby and I am going to be away from her.

Looking down at my phone, Robyn got her gifts then. Least she said thank you, placing my phone back down “I know you don’t wish to speak to me or whatever, but your publicist has been asking” Ally walked into my office “asking what?” I mumbled “look” Ally said, she placed the paper down on the table, looking down at the paper “unknown source, you and Robyn split. She wants to know how to proceed” moving the paper away from me “tell her to fuck off, don’t say anything. Clearly my family are speaking, they are bitter with me. I shamed my dad, I shamed everyone again because of what happened. Besides, I need you to contact Wade, I want that divorce now” Ally picked the paper from my desk “I will, you are working late?” nodding my head “I have nothing else to do” sitting back in my seat “did anything come back from Tokyo yet? Also, Hilton? Are they going want me to announce it or not?” Ally shrugged “I will get on it, I will be leaving soon Maurice; I think you should too. And the flowers got delivered” she pointed at me, smiling at her lightly taking in a deep breath. You know what, I am upset. I hate the fact I am like this, Kellen is smug, he reached out to me. Here I go again, grabbing the glass and downing the whiskey. One drink does not hurt, I have caught up with my work to be honest, but I need to just file some things for Dubai. My dad doesn’t think I need to the company now, I have been let loose and I will fuck up. I am just missing Robyn so much, I miss her vibrant aura and she won’t tell me if she is doing anything nice for her birthday, everyone is laughing at me and I hate it.

It is so annoying, like the family are angry at me because my wedding didn’t happen, how does that even happen, I should be upset. And now I have that home in New York, I do not even use because I honestly prefer living in a hotel, everything is cleaned for me. I refuse to also put it back on the market because then it just looks more like we have broken up, now it looks all up in the air. Seeing my phone ring, it’s my mother so I better answer. Answering the call “yes mom?” I wonder what wonderful information she has now “Kellen has had a son; he was just born. He is a little ill but according to your uncle looks just like his father” I groaned out “why are you telling me this? Doesn’t make him anything important right? He’s a nobody like his father” I am being irrational “they are naming the child Royal Davenport” I blew out air “I will send flowers to the Royal idiot, imagine being that dumb” I am being very hateful “Maurice, stop it. Be happy for them, it’s nice that the new generation of Davenport is continuing our legacy, when Reign gets married that surname will change” I sniggered “not on my watch, like I don’t care. Kellen can fuck off, trying to throw his perfect little life to me, you know what mom. I won’t get him flowers, fuck him” I am annoyed “you will send them, I have told you now” rolling my eyes “sure” disconnecting the call “fuck Kellen, his bitch ass. How can two weirdos that cheat on each other still be together, but yet I can’t flirt. I flirt and I am thrown to the curb! Damn!” slamming my hand on the desk with my phone in hand “ouch!” my damn hand, I sighed out “wow Maurice, I expected you to be in your suite but you’re here” holding my hand looking up, my face softened “Reign? Oh, I forgot. I forgot she was coming” closing my laptop, I winced in pain at my hand “what was that all about? Uh, wait there” walking around my desk “no, you wait there. What was that? Who was you talking too?” Reign is awake, she looks so sad “nobody, just mom getting me angry. Mi Amor, Reign. My baby” Nalah is here trying to hide her from me “first of all, you forgot she was coming. I text you dumbass, she is not happy” it totally slipped my mind “aww Mi Amor, come here” taking Reign from Nalah “I missed you so much, yes I did. Awww you all emotional, I know. It’s emotional times for us both baby, it’s ok you with me now” walking off with her, she is on edge right now. She is between wanting to cry but is also ok “it’s ok, te amo mucho bebe” pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“You remember this place don’t you, daddy can’t be bothered to dress you so you can stay like this. And yes, daddy has finally shaved, was that it? With your fat arms” Reign is holding onto my tee stood up at the side of me, she got strong ass legs, but the TV got her attention “you just going to let her roam free in just her diaper?” Nalah asked “yeah, she is happy this way. I think she don’t like the fact I did shave; she probably misses it. This is the best day ever! It’s Reign’ weekend, yay!” Reign looked at me “daddy weekend with you, you happy yeah, huh?” wrapping my arm around her and bringing her into me pressing a kiss to the side of her face “it’s also Nalah’ weekend with you, don’t forget. I am babysitting you on top of that” I didn’t know she was “why? I am grown, I don’t need you” Nalah I laughed “grown, says the nigga that can’t keep a relationship down. You did all this work for what? You ran around just for your dumbass to wait, let me just say this. You ruined your little family for a quick flirt? Like how dumb is that, do you feel clever? Maurice you ruined Reign’ home more then anything, how could you?” this is why I didn’t want Nalah here “Robyn did, she left me. She couldn’t take it, I wasn’t doing no wrong! I love her!” I spat “then when she is flirting, she is doing no wrong either! I told Leon to make sure she has a good time, when she is flirting, she is doing no wrong ok?” Nalah is a bitch “now that is malicious, fuck you Nalah. How is that even normal? You’re my sister” who side is she on “because you hurt that girl Maurice, dad wants to murder you but then I told him Reign is here so he is content but what do you want? Do you want her to accept it?” shaking my head “I just want her to be confident in herself, like I get it. I fucked up but she didn’t need to leave me, I can change” Nalah laughed “just like your healthy change huh? Still smoking with a side of drinking. Please explain to me, what do you want?” Nalah asked “I want to be with Robyn, I got my faults and inside I feel empty, lonely. Reign is the only one to bring some light to it but I am so empty that not even the most beautiful girl could make me happy, I pushed it and I realise I was being selfish and I miss Robyn like mad Nalah, I do” I got teary eyed “she cared for me and when I speak to her on the phone, there is so much distance, I am not sure about these child payment business. I transferred her about ten thousand, I think that may be less then I should with what I am worth” I shrugged “well you only have yourself to blame, you should be thankful she is sweet enough to be like this with you with Reign. If that was me, court for you! And I wouldn’t marry your ass either, do I think you will get her back? Mhmm probably not because she deserves better” Nalah is so rude to me “thanks” I said in whisper.

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Stress Buster - King Liam x MC

A/N: I apologise for the length of this post for those who want to scroll past. I wrote this on the fly and I'm posting it from mobile, so I couldn't add the "Keep reading" line. Sorry! 💙

Hello! This is my first time posting a fic in quite a few months. So any feedback is appreciated. It's sort of a continuation (with a major leap in between) of my TRR Chapter Tie-Ins series. You don't have to read the previous parts to make sense of this story. For those who haven't read the previous parts, my MC in this series is Riley Spencer, a law school dropout and twin sister to Dani Spencer, the MC from Lovehacks. So this is actually a The Royal Romance and LoveHacks crossover.

This is for the anon who asked me to write a fanfic about Liam teasing a tired Riley. It's a bit different than what you asked for, but I hope you like it, anon! ☺️

***

It was the end of a long, tiresome week. Liam was holding himself back from grabbing Riley and jumping into bed together. He took deep, calming breaths as he sat on the ottoman and took his shoes off, watching his Queen fire away some rapid texts on her phone. He wondered how it was possible that she grew more and more beautiful with each passing day. There she stood by their bed, holding her phone up at eye level.

"Constantly looking down at the phone causes neck and spine problems, babe", she had told him once.

A small smile curved the corner of his lips, as he took in the sight of her. Those silken locks in ombre, which he had curled around his fingers nearly every night since their wedding. The graceful bearing with which she carried herself, even as she stood still. And that face - the one which had illuminated his life, like the moon did to a clouded night.

"Are you texting Madeleine?", Liam teased.

"Yes"

Normally, that name was enough to make Riley roll her eyes or crack some joke about the Countess. But she kept typing away, filling in Liam about some event she had to attend on Monday and how important it was for the apple export. It didn't sit well with Liam to see his lovely wife in her Queen mode when they had done with their duties for the day and were now alone in their bedroom. He shed his coat and unbuttoned his collar as he walked to her. The fading smell of her shower gel and deodorant, with just a smidgen of that womanly musk, was what greeted him first. Liam placed his chin on Riley's shoulder from behind, letting his arms wrap themselves around her. He closed his eyes as he kissed her cheek, gently rocking her sideways in his snug embrace.

"Honey, not right now. This is important stuff", she said, without looking back at him.

Liam didn't get upset or angry. He smiled in defeat as he recognised what was happening. He let go of her, but couldn't help putting his hands on her shoulders. He said,

"Do you realise what's going on?"

Riley said, still looking at her phone screen,

"What?"

"You're pulling a Riley"

That earned him a tired glare from over her shoulder. Liam grinned.

"I'm sorry but that's what this is. You have been doing so much these last few weeks. And unlike a normal person when overworked, you just jump deeper into the deep end"

She said, pouting a bit at her phone as she typed,

"This is not a "Riley". I'm just... just busy"

"Darling, you remember what happened the last time you got overburdened and wouldn't let anyone help you?", Liam reminded her, "You ended up eating all the cake at Maxwell's birthday, you called Drake a denim whore, then you wept while hugging both our corgis, and kept saying "It's a cool name, Mr. T! Mr. T's a cool name!*"

Riley's shoulders stiffened a bit under his hands. Liam smiled and massaged them.

"Do we want an encore of that?", he asked, trying to keep the smile out of his voice.

His wife was stubborn as she was beautiful. She said,

"There's not going to be an encore cause I'm not overworked. I've got everything under control. Totally"

She shrugged his hand off her shoulder and took her phone to the bathroom. Liam decided to let her have her privacy. But he was worried about her now. She had confided in him about her law school days, and how she had been put on "leave" by the school for reasons concerning her own mental and physical well being. That was when she had started working as a waitress and met him.

'Ah, fateful night', Liam thought.

How fearless and carefree she had seemed to him then. In a way, she was still all that. But her type A personality reared its head every now and then when the going got tough. If she kept throwing herself into work 24x7 like she had been doing lately, Liam was sure there would be repercussions for her health.

'If only there was someone who could...'

Liam smiled to himself. There was. There was someone who could pull Riley out of her workaholic spiral. The only person who could do it in fact.

Liam checked the time, and making sure it was still daytime in San Francisco, he called.

"Liamm, hii!", answered the voice from the other end.

Liam grinned at that enthusiastic tone and the thumping sound of music coming from somewhere behind his sister-in-law. He said,

"Hello, Dani"

***

Riley had back to back appearances scheduled before apple picking season. As a suitor for Liam's hand in marriage, she had hated the Cordonian obsession with apples. But as the Queen of her people, she had come to realise that the apples were a symbol of the Cordonian spirit. The Cordonian Ruby was one of their most valued exports and she knew its importance to the Cordonian morale and economy quite well.

"Riley, this is such a lovely dress. I didn't know you had something from Ana de Luca's summer '19 collection", Hana said.

Riley had to turn her head to look at Hana, who was sitting next to her in the car. At first glance, she saw a large apple in place of Hana's face.

'What?'

Overworked for the last few days, she had to shake her head to clearly see the winsome face of Lady Hana Lee.

"I haven't even seen Ana's summer collection this year, let alone buy something. What are you talking about?", Riley said.

Hana showed her the webpage on her phone, the picture just taken that morning... of Liam and Riley leaving the Parliament.

Her mind was so bungled with apples and all the bullet points on her schedule for the day that she had to take a minute to think. Hana pointed out,

"This was taken a few hours ago. But you've been with me since morning"

Riley asked, clearly confused,

"What?"

Hana looked concerned. She said,

"Riley, you were photographed with Liam outside the Parliament this morning. But that can't be you cause you have been with me all day. So who is this? And what happened to you? Are you okay?"

In a quick snatch, Riley had Hana's phone in her own hands. She speed-read through the article and slowly scrolled past the three pictures. Only her side profile was caught in the pictures, most of it hidden by a gigantic hat. Riley scowled, angered but not scared. She handed the phone back to Hana.

"That's my twin sister", Riley said, "And she and Liam have a lot to answer for when I get to them"

***

Come evening, Riley nearly stormed into the palace, followed by her assistant who frantically tried to keep in pace with her. She had confirmed with Liam's assistant that he was at home after the day's work. Dani she hadn't bothered calling because her head already felt like it would burst. If she had to argue with her reckless, impulsive sister for one...

"That's one big butt to carry on your neck, butthead"

Riley turned around at the call that had come from behind her. Dani stood laughing in the distance, in casual attire that made her stand out even more amidst the palace interior. She met Riley halfway, hugging her tight.

"Oh Riiless, it's been sooo long!"

Dani hugged her tight, shaking her a bit. Riley would have offered an even tighter hug which her family, the Spencers, were known for. But she remembered what had put her in a bad mood for the entirety of her day.

"The photos this morning", she said, without any emotion.

Dani drew back, still grinning,

"Your press secretary didn't tell you? I was on my way to surprise you here at the palace. She... what's her name... like that cookie Mom likes?"

"Madeleine?"

"Yeah, that one. So she saw me and she was like, "Ah the twin sister". I tried to be polite and all but she didn't seem to have time for that. She asked me if I'd be okay to stand in as you for a few pictures for the paparazzi. I thought what the hell, and did it"

Riley folded her arms and asked, raising her eyebrows,

"Oh really? You just conveniently happened to run into Countess Madeleine and she asked you, even though I was just a phone call away, to take pictures with Liam? And for whom, the paparazzi? Dani, I know this is some stupid prank of yours but you've really lost your touch. That is so absurd I can't even..."

"I'm not kidding, seriously", Dani explained, with an earnest expression, "I told her that someone might notice the slight differences in our features. You know, twins being mirror images and all. She said that your face was plain enough to not warrant such close scrutiny. Yikes"

Riley bit her lip. She said,

"Fine. That does sound like something Madeleine would say but it doesn't make any sense why she would want me and Liam to be photographed together by some paparazzo"

Dani explained,

"Right? I asked her the same thing. She said it was because rumours have been going about your marriage losing its spark cause you two are barely seen together in public anymore"

Ouch.

It took Riley a moment to counter that. She tried,

"But... it's not... it's just because we've both been busy with our individual duties. There's nothing wrong with our marriage. We love each other"

"I'm sure you do, Riles. Don't listen to what the haters say. They have nothing better to do", Dani assured her.

Riley couldn't stop thinking about it though. Had it really been so long since she and Liam had been seen together in public? She couldn't recall the last time they had had a private moment together let alone one in front of other people. She had thrown herself into the role of the best Queen she could be and yet...

"You okay?", Dani said, "If I had known it would bother you so much, I wouldn't have done it. That Madeleine said she would let you know and you'd be okay with it"

What hurt her - more than the speculation about her marriage - was the fact that Liam had gone along with this scheme. He had let himself be photographed with Dani as a substitute to his lawfully wedded wife.

Riley had to ask,

"What did Liam say? He must have felt pretty uncomfortable pretending you were me"

"I don't think he noticed it was me and not you. We didn't say anything to each other. We just walked side by side, not even holding hands. And that was it", Dani shrugged.

'No way. Not in a m...'

Riley shook her head, giving a little laugh of disbelief.

"Now that's taking it too far. Liam would have immediately known it was not me. Or Madeleine must have told him it was you. Yeah. That's why he..."

Really? She thought to herself. Did Liam really not care or notice that the woman next to him wasn't his wife?

It hurt. But Riley endured. She put on a smiling face for her sister and saw her to the guest chambers.

***

Riley dropped the impassive act when she walked into her own bedroom that she shared with Liam. He was sitting on the settee, reading a book. Like a child in want of attention, Riley walked over and stood right in front of him. Liam looked up at her from his book then, asking,

"When did you get in, my love?"

Oh the nerve.

She folded her arms across her chest, trying her best not to let her cheeks swell in anger like they always did. And which was enough to make Liam not take her seriously as he kept trying to "puncture" her cheeks instead.

"Did you seriously pose with Dani this morning and not know it wasn't me?", she asked.

Liam closed the book, his perfect eyebrows furrowing just a bit. He asked sweetly,

"Dani? Your sister?"

"You posed for paparazzi bait shots with her this morning. Did you really not know it wasn't me?"

Liam stood up and peered down into her face. He said sincerely,

"Riley, I really didn't think for a moment that it wasn't you. And Dani... when did she arrive? And why was she the one posing with me?"

Riley recapped for him what Dani had told her. He sighed, scratching the side of his brow.

"That's too much, even for Madeleine. I'll talk to her"

"I'm not jealous or something that you posed for a picture with my sister. It's not that", Riley said in small voice.

"What is it then?"

She could feel her stupid cheeks inflate as she spoke.

"It's just that... you couldn't even tell that it wasn't me. I know Dani and I are identical twins but I thought...", she mumbled, "I thought you would always be able to tell"

"Oh"

That's it? Oh? That was what he had to say in his defence?

Liam said, a bit sheepish,

"Well, to be honest with you, we didn't talk during the photos. She was wearing a very... interesting hat that hid nearly half her face from me. I supposed that you were busy and didn't want to talk, that's all. I didn't want to annoy you"

This wasn't something she had expected to hear from her Liam. Riley gripped his arms with her hands, saying,

"You don't think I'd ever be so mean and want to avoid you? Not you, Liam. You're the only reason I'm even here. You know that, right?"

He took her in his arms. But cautiously, she noted.

"I know. I'm sorry", he said, "It's... you have been so busy lately. I know how hard you try to give your best to everything you are called upon to do as the Queen of Cordonia. I just didn't want to annoy you when you have been working yourself to the bone lately"

That sure did it. Riley could feel the tears murking her vision. She had been so occupied with being a good queen lately that she had forgotten who she was doing it all for. The man who was holding her in his arms like she were made of fire and would burn him any instant.

She didn't want to know the answer to it but she asked anyway.

"Liam?"

"Yes, dear?"

"You're not scared of me, are you?"

He stroked her hair away from her forehead, smiling.

"Of course not, my love. I'm in awe of your strength and your courage every day. But you have never given me any reason to fear you"

Throwing herself into his embrace, Riley muffled her face against Liam's shirt. He seemed to panic.

"Hey. You okay? What's wrong?"

Riley mumbled,

"I pulled a Riley"

She could feel the laugh reverberating through Liam's chest. He kissed the top of her head, saying,

"There, there"

"I'm so sorry", she said, sniffing.

"Don't be. I appreciate how much effort you put into being a good ruler. You have no idea how grateful I am for that", Liam held her face so she was looking up at him, "But nothing's worth the anguish and damage to your health. You are the most important person in the world to me. And if anything were to happen to..."

Riley sniffed petulantly, interrupting him,

"Why am I like this?"

Liam kept reassuring her, kissing her tears away.

"There's nothing wrong with you, my love. I just wanted to remind you to take it easy"

She wiped another tear falling down her cheek. The exhaustion of the past few weeks was catching up with her. More than that, she was chiding herself for reverting back to her old workaholic ways. She didn't need all the stress when they were trying for a baby.

Liam looked at her like a sad, guilty puppy, which just added to her confusion. He suddenly pulled her closer.

"Oh my darling, I'm sorry. Don't cry. I'm so sorry", he said.

"Why?", she wondered.

"If I had known it would make you feel so bad, I never would have agreed to Dani's plan"

Hold up.

Riley looked up sharply through tearful eyes that were now blazing with a slow fury. She repeated,

"Dani's plan?"

Liam confessed,

"Yes. I asked her if she knew how I could stop you from overworking yourself to a burnout, and she said that she would fly to Cordonia and help. She didn't tell me much. She just said that I shouldn't speak a word to you or her today if we met in public, and that she would handle the rest. I knew it was not you with me this morning outside the Parliament, but since she had forbidden me from speaking to either of you, I didn't say anything"

Liam was startled when a woman's voice in an American accent called him "Tattle tits!". Both he and Riley turned to see Dani standing in the door to their bedroom, with her hands on her hips.

"For the record", Dani said to her sister, carefully taking a step backwards, "Lady Hana and Madeleine were in on this too. So you can't just punish me for the whole thing"

Riley gave her husband a sweet smile that spelled murder. She said,

"I'm going to deal with you tonight, right after I kill my sister"

She could tell from Liam's eyes that he was up for whatever sexual punishment she had hinted at. He said softly, so only she could hear,

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me"

She shook her head at him in horror, saying,

"Oh my god. You only spent like half a day with her... Jesus Christ. Dani!"

Liam couldn't help but grin as he stood there watching. Dani dashed out of their rooms with a laugh, followed by the Queen of Cordonia and her shoe.

"Oww!", he heard Dani yelp from somewhere outside, "That hurt, you jerk!"

The loud bickering he - and the guards - could hear outside reminded him of similar occasions from his own childhood.

Not wanting to get in Riley's way when she was in an avenging mood, Liam took his phone and dialled a number.

"Leo?", he smiled on hearing the voice, "Hello to your filthy self, brother"

He sat down to catch up with his own sibling while Riley punished her imp of a twin outside.

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*That line's from a Key & Peele sketch. God I miss that show.

#king liam x mc #fanfiction #riley & dani #lovehacks #trr #trh #the royal heir #the royal romance #playchoices #romance #comedy #siblings #twins #king liam #thatoclady fanfics

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fandomlygay-prompts · 5 years

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Transfer pt2

Draco sighed heavily as he headed out of the locker room and into the quidditch pitch, broom clutched in one hand and a beaters bat in the other. He grinned widely as soon as the sun hit his eyes.

“ Oi Captain!-“ Fred grinned

“ -You’re late!” George teases waving slightly

Draco rolled his eyes before mounting his broom and taking off in the air to meet the twins half way” A king is never late boy’s. Do remember that” he sassed scanning all the newbies. Before he spotted his boyfriend “ Well as much I love my twins, I think I need to talk to my wonderful co captain “ he winked at the twins before flying over to Harry.

“ I love the smell of fresh meat in the morning, don’t you?” Harry said flashing him a grin.

“ I mean I personally prefer the smell of you when you come to bed after showering” he said cheekily” Ah, I see your lovely parents joined us in the stands waiting for us to give the newbies hell. Let’s not keep them waiting then”

he grinned raising his whistle to his lips before abruptly stop having spotted a stagerler.” OI! TRANSFER WHEN WE SAY BE HERE AT A CERTAIN TIME THEN YOU DAMN WELL BE HERE AT THE TIME, NOT AFTER.” He shot a glare at Mitchell.

Mitchell sheepishly flew up to him rubbing his neck sheepishly “ Sorry got lost with such a big school hotstuff “

Harry smirked “ Well maybe next time if we turn you into a map you’ll find your way to a bloody quidditch pitch that is around the same size as your ego.”

Rolling his eyes Draco blew the whistle loudly causing the newbies to line up along with the returning members grouping up behind him” We are gonna start some drills now that mr.’ I couldn’t find the quidditch pitch’ is here. Pair up and start warming up” Draco ordered blowing his whistle again before he waved his wand letting all of the quidditch balls out.

“ This is our favorite warm up. Keep up, and don’t get knocked off your broom. Keep an eye on the balls “ Harry ordered before flying over to his parents with Draco soon following

“ Well now you’ve done it transfer “ George snorted

“ Yeah, you got on Draco’s bad side as captain. And if you’ve ever met him” Fred shuddered at the thought

“ You’d know he’s just as bad if not worse then Wood. “ George cringed.” If you put him in a pissy mood because you want to get in his pants, then we can assure you that if he gives us hell. We are giving you hell”

“ Yeah, keep that in mind transfer” he said before pairing up like ordered.

Sirius smirked up at the boy’s as he watched “ You boy’s already cracking the whip on them already ?” He teases

“ How cruel, they are just newbies “ James grinned”poor lads don’t know what they are in for”

“ especially the transfer “ Remus pipped up from reading his book”no deaths today , yeah?” Was all he said before going back to his book.

Draco snorted before looking back to his team” oh boy, transfer is awful.”

“ I’m afraid he’s not even being dramatic this time dads. He is awful”

Draco blowed his whistle “ ALRIGHT THATS ENOUGH. FEET ON THE GROUND, TIME TO RUN UNTIL YOU PUKE”he watched as everyone landed either with a groan or a paled face.

“ those poor boys” James said in mock solemnly.

“ Oh? What’s this? A certain transfer isn’t running with everyone else” Sirius said scanning over the Gryffindor team and the ones trying out.

Draco raised a brow before glancing back at his boyfriend “ shouldn’t you be running too Potter?”

“ You can’t be-be ser-“ Harry tried

“ Move, now. If you get down there fast enough maybe I won’t have you run all night “

“ but I’m your boyfriend “ he whined

“ You’re also my seeker. Get moving chop chop!” He chuckled flying down to the ground with Harry beside him.” shouldn’t you be running transfer?”

“Don’t worry your pretty head about that hot stuff. I’m fitter then everyone here.”

“ I’m not hearing a reason you shouldn’t be running”

“ He can’t be serious, you understand right Potter? “ Mitchell tried

“ No he wouldn’t! Draco wears the pants in and off the pitch “ Fred and George panted out together as they jogged past.

“ As much as I would love to deny that. They’re right , Sly’s the boss. I just happily comply, well, normally” he sighed before putting his broom down and following after the twins.

“ You know what? You’re right “ Draco said finally, grinning mischievously.

“ Wait, I am?”

“ Of course, come on up to the sky and I’ll give you some one on one training “ the blonde winked before mounting his broom once more and kicking off to the sky. Keeping him self at a not dangerous high level he waved Mitchell up.”Come on then.” He unhooked his beaters bar from his belt.

“ Coming for that one on one training pretty boy” he smirked in a seductive manner as he flew up to him.

“Oh lord... what is our favorite blonde up to I wonder.” James questioned out loud.

“ Well, adding in the fact of who his best friend is, who he hangs out with, and who he lives with most of the time. I don’t know you tell me” Remus said flipping the page as he continued to read.

“ So obviously he’s trying to say is that he’s up to no good” Sirius grinned.

Draco smiles sweetly “ alright first thing is this. Beaters are here to make sure you don’t get bloodied up too badly, but we can’t always be there. Sooo I want you to dodge a bludger as if the enemy is throwing it at you .”

“Wh-what - Wait!-“

Draco smirked as if right on que a bludger came Draco’s way only for him to hit it dead on, sending it hurdling straight for Mitchell with no remorse.

Draco snorted as he watched Mitchell get his straight into the chest by the bludger before falling to the ground.

“ Any good player on my team could easily of dodged that. Hotstuff” he mocked flying down to the ground where everyone’s gathering.

“ Well kid, you sure do cause a lot of trouble “ Sirius sighed heavily.

“ I guess we should be responsible teachers. Five points for your aim kid” Remus said innocently before floating Mitchell to the hospital wing.

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“Draco Lucius Black! How could you be so reckless to endanger another student! “ Proffesser McGonagall seethed crossing her arms.

“ Well Minnie, it’s quidditch,” he said evenally “ it’s supposed to be dangerous.” He shrugged “ besides if he was actually any good he’d of been able to dodge a wee little bludger “ he mock crossed his arms standing head to head against his head of house.

“ So you aim a bludger at the poor boy?! Twenty points from Gryffindor” she sighed heavily.” You’re lucky I don’t take more! A months detention for you! And you mr Potter for not keeping him on a leash!”

“Oh come on! I warned him! Besides his ego needed deflated anyway. You saw him at the sorting didn’t you? Strutting like a bloody peacock, an ungraceful one at that” the blonde huffed “ Besides you want our house to win? Well I need the best for that. We barely won by a landslide last year. But this year? We are ready to win by more then a landslide. You teach your way and I’ll train mine.”he shot her a toothy smile.

She sighed heavily feeling another hair grow gray on her head.” Fine. So be it. Twenty five points for taking such pride in your house and your team Black. “ she turned and headed out of the hospital with her cape flowing behind her.

“ B-but! He tried to kill me and you give him points!” Mitchell yelled.

“ Mr. Langston, I would do kindly as to watch your tongue when telling me how to run my house. Do, rest up. You have an assignment due by tomorrow, three parchments full.” She pursed her lips before walking out.

Draco turned to him staring him dead in the eye” I warned you, you either be a damned good quidditch Star, or you pay the price for talking to me like that. Turns out, you didn’t make the team. I was supprised anyone could be a worse player then Pansy. “ he grinned cheekily before leaving with the rest of everyone else. What an eventful day, Draco dare say.

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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Have you ever lived in a mobile home?: Nope. Have you ever had your bedroom in a basement?: No. Do you think it would be cool to have a lion as a pet?: Uh, no. What do you think about those little dogs that ride in purses and strollers?: Please don’t treat your pets like accessories or toys. How many times in the past week have you eaten fast food?: 3 or 4 times.

In the house - shoes, socks, slippers or bare feet?: Socks. Do you consider dogs inside or outside pets?: My doggos have always been inside pets. Do you read books for pleasure?: Yes. What’s your favorite piece of furniture in your house?: My bed. Have you ever had a crush on a friend’s parent?: No. Do you prefer carbonated or uncarbonated drinks?: Non-carbonated. Favorite thing that you can see up in the sky?: Stars. Would you like it if they sold disposable undies in a pop up box?: Uh, no.

French fries. Yay or Nay?: Yay. Which of your friends has the most annoying sibling?: I don’t have any friends. Wood floors or carpet?: My house has tile and carpet. I love wooden floors, though. Would you rather eat at the table or in your room?: We don’t have a dining room table. I like to eat in my room. A teacher says she’s noticed you’ve looked sad, do you confide in her?: Something like that actually happened. My grandma passed away my sophomore year in high school and I took it really hard. It was apparently obvious to one of my teachers who brought up her concerns in these meetings I had every year called an IEP meeting. Friend asks you to hide drugs, booze etc for them, do you do it?: I wouldn’t want to be involved with anything like that. Would you rather have a gooey cinnamon bun or awesome cheesy pizza?: Why not both? Do you like the sound of birds singing when you wake up, or is it annoying?: It’s annoying, ha. You fill your best friend’s Xmas stocking, what do you put in it?: I got a few things for my family’s stockings. You fill your worst enemy’s stocking, what do you put in it?: I don’t have any enemies, but if I did I wouldn’t be giving them any gifts. You fill your OWN stocking, what do you put in it?: Uhhh. I don’t know. If someone gave you a kitten, would you keep it?: No, not at this time. What’s your ideal activity for a rainy day?: I don’t do anything different. I love rainy days, though. Favorite type of cracker: Ritz, Cheez-Its, and Nips. Banana sandwich..yum or yuck?: Banana and peanut butter sandwiches are delicious. Animal you like to watch but sort of creeps you out: Documentaries on wild animals are fascinating, but they’re scary animals. I like watching them on TV from the safety of my home. Have you entered the Lays create a flavor contest?: Nope. Bagels or English Muffins?: Both are good. Do you like or hate to buy new shoes?: I like getting new shoes. Do you keep your phone on you at all times or forget it a lot: It’s always nearby. Who is a family member you look forward to seeing on a holiday?: My extended family doesn’t get together anymore. :( Everyone is busy doing their own things now as the years go by and everyone gets older. Are Easter baskets only for kids?: No. They’re just gift baskets, there’s no age limit on that. Do you do anything to recognize St Patrick’s Day?: The only thing we do that day is have corned beef and cabbage for dinner, ha. Do you think nutcracker figurines are creepy or cool?: I don’t have an issue with them. Speaking of nuts, do you like them?: Yeah, some. Favorite TV show as a kid: All the good stuff from the 90s, which is basically everything. ha. I love the 90s. What do you do when you are nervous?: I get fidgety, squirmy, antsy, I mess with my hair, pick at my nails, bite my lips... Is there a turntable and vinyl records in your house?: No. Does your family have an SUV or pick up truck?: We do have a pickup truck. No one drives it anymore, but it’s useful for times like this time of year when we go pickup a Christmas tree. Do you enjoy doing things outdoors?: The only outdoorsy activity I enjoy is spending time at the beach. Which of your parents do you laugh more with?: My mom. Have you ever been to an open casket wake or funeral?: Yes. Would you like to get married one day?: I don’t see it happening. Who mows the lawn at your house?: My dad. Where do you keep your phone at night?: On my bed. Do you feel comfortable asking your parents or grandparents for money?: My parents, yes. What’s the last thing you lost?: Myself? If you could have your own car or an apartment, which would you choose?: I don’t drive and I have no plans or desire to move out on my own, sooo. Have you ever experienced buyer’s remorse over an expensive purchase?: Yes. Last time you hid, and why: I’ve kinda been hiding for the past few years. I became very distant, withdrawn, and reclusive. I don’t go out much and when I do I avoid certain places where I think I might run into someone. “I don’t want the world to see me cause I don’t think that they’d understand...” How do you like your eggs?: Just about every way. I most often eat them scrambled, though. After a date, do you call your friend to tell them how it went?: What’s a date? ha. Favorite Mexican food?: Burritos. Upcoming event you are dreading?: Nothing at the moment. Best Happy Meal toy you ever got: I liked a lot of the ones from my childhood. Do you make lists?: Yeah. Do you make pro/con lists before making a decision?: Sometimes. Do you have a favorite pen? What kind?: I like black ink fine tip pens. What’s the best meal you cook?: Ramen, ha. That’s the only thing I cook. Do you do more surveys during the day or night?: I generally do them late at night. On lunch break, do you eat or do other things?: I don’t have a lunch break (not in school, don’t have a job), but whenever I eat I often put on a YouTube video. Smoothies? Bubble tea? Fancy coffee? None of the above?: Coffeeeee. Do you like romantic gestures or do they make you feel awkward?: Haven’t experienced that in a long time. Five things you need to throw out: I really need to go through and get rid of clothes and other things. Do you like the toilet paper your family uses?: Yeah. Just shampoo, or shampoo + conditioner?: Just shampoo. Scariest driver you’ve ridden with: I was nervous when my younger brother first started driving haha. I’m comfortable now, though. He’s a good driver. Have you/do you plan to go to college?: I went and graduated. Do you write in cursive: Just when I sign stuff.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus · 5 years

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Hey, what do you think is behind the decline in interest in VK in the West? It’s ridiculous how much the fandom has died down. Is it just because of the rise of kpop and the general decline in interest in all sorts of rock? Or are other factors at play - like how toxic the fandom could be?

In my opinion, kpop doesn’t really have much to do with it. People liked visual kei because it was different. What I think is responsible, because I’ve seen many fans admitting they grew out of it because of it, is a list of things (bear with me, it’s gonna be long):

1) disbands: While disbands were always a big thing in the visual kei scene, with more and more people translating stuff for fans and, bands getting on social media used by mostly western fans, like facebook and twitter, more western fans were exposed to how often this actually happens. Some fans maybe thought that visual kei is dying because of it, but truth is, disbands were always there, with smaller bands we might have never heard of, because there was sooo little information for us back then. Also, many big names in the visual kei scene have disbanded the last 5 years, which is why many fans thought that putting so much devotion and spending money on sth that could be destroyed at any moment isn’t worth it. For example (I am sorry if I am not wording this well ^^’), I knew fans who left vkei because they were tired of liking a band and then these bands kept disbanding. There is no stability. American artists and kpop artists do not break up or retire that easily, you know? And some fans want that stability or become too hearbroken when having lost a band they’ve been supporting for 10 years, or sth, and don’t want to go through that anymore (it might sound a little bit too much or dramatic, but there are fans out there who genuinely feel things about these bands, they have found some short of shelter in them and their music, so losing that band might hurt a lot and the best way to move on is by cutting ties with anything like them). In my case, this is the reason I barely like new bands anymore. I like finding newbies and keeping an eye on them but I do not actively follow them unless I am convinced they are in it for the long run. And honestly, so far, I’ve been lucky with this, because most of the people I chose to follow are still around, either as bandmen or sth else, or trying with new bands that I happen to like. Of course, I have lost some favorites too but I get it. It’s a hard life to live and, some people eventually change their mind, but not every fan feels this way and if they do, they try to “retire“ from the whole thing like their favorite artists and move on with their life. (I am in no way saying that a bandman shouldn’t leave his band when he feels like it, even if he is 20 years active. It’s their life, their rules and we should all respect that, but it seems to be hard for many people to do so, sometimes)

2) fandom. Like you mentioned, fandoms can be toxic. It happens with every fandom, though, not just visual kei, so I wouldn’t like to point fingers, especially because I’ve been lucky enough to meet some of my best friends through the fandom, most of whom aren’t even in it anymore. :P I can tell you with certainty that our lack of translators is entirely the fandom’s fault, though. People just don’t get what reblog or share with credits means and some people grow tired of it, you know? Contrary to common belief, translating a video of 30 minutes or an entire interview might take someone more than just a day, maybe even a week, and if people don’t respect that, then unfortunately the translator has to cut being nice to everyone and continue being a fan in privacy (they don’t get paid for this, they got their jobs, their families, but still wish to spend time sharing sth they love with others and helping them learn more about it through translating, even though, between us, some of those translations are illegal because we need permission to translate magazine stuff etc (a visual kei artist once said that, saying yes translations are great but guys be careful because some things are copyrighted and you might get in trouble), but some people just wish to take and take without helping others get to the initial source to find out more, too. I think there are still many visual kei fans out there, they just no longer blog about it because they want to enjoy it by themselves and without the negativity and opinions of anyone else. I started as a private fan for example. I liked fangirling on my own, I didn’t want anyone to intervene with that because it was my sole way of having fun, I didn’t want anyone to ruin it for me, but eventually, I wanted to help the bands spread their info beyond their social media and I am currently running 3 fanpages, 1 of which is on hiatus. I still get shit while doing that, by the way, there are still know-alls among us but I am not going to let anyone spoil it for me. So to cut everything short, I think that fandom could have played its role as to why so many left and why those of us left, became so quiet.3) Some people might bite for this one but it’s a mixture of “Mainstream“ and “platform“. I believe the best people to talk about this are old-schoolers. When bands like A9 and the Gazette entered the scene, most old school visual kei fans had already started barking about the fact those bands were copying their predecessors and that they don’t really make cool music (they were making shallow stuff for their tastes, aka mainstream stuff). Truth is that, fans of that “new/2nd generation“ visual kei era are acting like old-schoolers did, when their faves came out, to the newbies coming out now, aka people following bands like Xaa Xaa or Kizu. But if you pay close attention you might notice this: When bands like A9 and the Gazette came about, old schoolers seemed to be very few among us, weren’t they? Many seemed to have disappeared and given up, because to them, visual kei was dead. Honestly, I follow many old schoolers right now. They are still around. They just don’t fangirl as loud as the rest of us do. They stick to old pics and the occasional updates from visual kei artists of that time that are still active like Sugizo, Malice Mizer members, Buck-Tick members, etc. This is what I see happening now too. There are still people listening to visual kei of the 2000s. They just aren’t loud enough and the new fans of visual kei are more present on twitter than here or facebook. Why? Because visual kei bands are also on twitter now and they can immediately fangirl on the posts of their favorites by retweeting the pics. (It also adds that some visual kei artists reply to those retweets either with words or likes) So yeah, I think we are few here now because many have moved to twitter and also because new bands sound mainstream to us fans of bands from the 2000s.

4) the Visual Kei scene. Ok, I am not that sure about this but I think it plays a role to this somehow. There are several visual kei artists that claimed visual kei is dead the last few years. I won’t name who cuz only one name comes to mind right now, but I know I had read it from many more people. I don’t know how the visual kei scene is like in Japan right now, but I know there are more bands forming than in the past, most of which are not serious about it (see bands disband within a year). This happened in the past, too, I don’t know to what extent though, but we didn’t know about those as much as those who actually had sth to say and still do to this day. I’ve heard artists complain that the new kids entering the scene have no concept. That all they care about is looking cool and nothing else. They are lucky to have more means of promoting their stuff, though. Twitter reaches out to western fans, some bands get a music video from their first release and maybe cool costumes from their first release, things that bands of older times would beg for, when they started. And still these kids do not use those means as creatively as they could so, they fail to impress the old fans enough to get an active following that fangirls about them everywhere. Not all new bands. But most. Like, Kizu, for example seem to have a vision (i am not their fan by the way, I have just seen some of their stuff and they seem to be in it for real). So, the result of all this, is fans getting bombarded by 100 new bands each year and having hard time sticking to anything. So they just retweet sth and comment about it and that’s it. They do not get into long talks about music or concept or anything because most of these bands have no concept. I dunno, I think it plays a role. And also, sth that I hadn’t thought about and was also brought up on twitter. Some big venues have closed in Japan the last two years and due to the big amount of bands wishing to perform, they are all struggling to find dates to perform. In other words, there is so much competition right now that if you aren’t a big name by now, you gotta wait in line for scheduling your lives. One of my favorite bands was like “yeah no live this week, everything was closed.“ and I was surprised. Also big events have stopped happening. I don’t know if you had experienced that but there was a time Nico Nico, the channel had several bands hosting their own shows. It was mostly PSC bands that did that but due to tough schedule it stopped. There was also the Xmas live, a festival with many bands which was broadcasted each year and that I’ve heard nth about the last two years. The show does still happen they just don’t broadcast it anymore. There was another festival called Stylish Wave. That stopped being broadcasted too so many events that were broadcasted for free are no longer happening so this is why I am saying that we’ve lost lots of the hype from Japan’s side too. I knew so many people who were looking forward to such events and then we’d all gif everything and translate stuff. It’s no longer there though. Only one interview show is still broadcasted on Nico Nico for free, the rest is paid stuff.

So yeah, all in all, these are the basics that I think played an important role in losing western fandoms. Of course, this is just my opinion, many people might disagree. Thank you for the question, I am always glad to exchange opinions on visual kei stuff. ^^

#mdp #reply #answered

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