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yoonpobs · 3 years

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bad boy good thing v.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 435

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

a glimpse into the past

“Yes. I’ve literally just stepped foot into my apartment.” Jungkook huffs with his phone between his ears and his shoulders as he attempts to multitask, hands moving a box of the dining table.

But Jimin is persistent and he’s yapping his ear off, something about dropping by in a few but Jungkook is barely paying attention, not when the existential crisis of no longer being a high school student that could hide under an institution with a false sense of security. College was different. He was on his own, even with the presence of his friends; and Jungkook was both terrified and excited.

He’d always dream of the start of his college life. Jungkook was a bit of a dreamer, and he aimed to live out the best life possible; all while trying to juggle his academics and do some extracurriculars on the side. When he told Taehyung about his ambitions, his friend just blinked and him and offered a snort; with an almost taunting pat on his shoulder.

You’ll see.

Jungkook didn’t know what he meant then, and he can only wait to find out.

“Do you need help moving in? Tae and I just finished a lecture and we’ve got the rest of the day off.” Jimin asks over the phone, and while Jungkook wants to start off his journey being independent; there were boxes of his belongings that looked way too unappealing to deal with alone.

“You’d to that?” Jungkook sighs, eyebrows furrowing when he searches for the box that goes into his bedroom.

“Come on, Kook.” Jimin whines, “You think your own hyungs won’t help you out?” His jibe is lighthearted, which only makes Jungkook roll his eyes at his friends' words.

“I know.” Jungkook affirms, “Just college life, you know? Thought you’d be busy having your third existential crisis of the week to help out.”

Jimin snorts over the line, “Try this day, kid.”

Jungkook chuckles, and mumbles something under his breath before puffing; grabbing his phone with his hand as he thinks of a question he’s meant to ask for a while, ever since he stepped foot onto campus and his accommodation.

“Is ____ with you?” Jungkook asks.

Jungkook did so some growing in the time after you’d graduated, and he supposes that he relied a little too much on you as well as Jimin and Taehyung growing up in high school. Because once the three of you graduated, Jungkook was essentially left to fend for himself when you no longer were able to pick him up with a call away or help him out with difficult math problems when you had college to worry about.

It was horrible at first, purely because Jungkook missed you and your kindness. Sure, phone calls and texts worked—but your presence was always more than what words could ever offer, and Jungkook found himself searching for other methods to survive the next two years in high school without you there looking over him.

His football teammates had always been just his football teammates until he was forced to fraternise with them on a deeper level, and he realised that they weren’t too bad. They were fun and full of life, definitely the type of people that he found himself having fun with. He’s always been surrounded with people that were older than him, you, Jimin and Taehyung for example—and having peers his age to hang out with was a pandora box he never knew he’d ever get used to.

Take Eunwoo for example. Jungkook was petrified of him because there was no way a sixteen-year-old could look that could, and if he looked like that before puberty finished its course—then what the hell was he going to look like after?

But he was a nice guy, a fun person to hang out with and he definitely taught Jungkook some things he’d never dare ask Jimin or Taehyung. Things about women and men; the interrelationships that could be navigated with enough practice.

And enter Yuna, the first girl he’s ever had the ability to get to know in his life besides you. It was the typical cheerleader-meets-footballer trope that Jungkook would always scoff at, but according to Eunwoo “it’s only right that the same type of people minded together.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows when Eunwoo clasped him on his back when he told him that with a wink, suggestive eyes when he exposed a not-so-secret that Yuna had on Jungkook after one of their football games during his senior year.

But Jungkook thought otherwise, probably because he remembered you telling him that people were fundamentally different and social interactions with different walks of life only made life more beautiful and worth living. Seeing the diversity in cultures and experiences opens up our hearts to a world that doesn’t exist for us—it keeps us humble.

Jungkook blindly agreed then, likely entranced with you in general to consider the weight of your words. But Eunwoo was like a constant reminder, and he was older then—a little more subdued enough to pay attention to the words of his friend.

And when Jungkook continued his high school life, it seemed like more and more people seemed to pay attention to him. It wasn’t like he was unpopular before, he definitely caught the eyes of many—but it was different then. It was like Jungkook was his own person and people thought he was cool enough to approach.

So when Yuna shyly asked him out for a date, Jungkook said yes even though he still thought of you.

And when Eunwoo slapped a pack of condoms into his palm while his other football teammates hollered, Jungkook took the leap of faith and lost his virginity the same night.

So, yeah. Jungkook did some growing up—and he hopes that it’ll be enough for you to see him as a man.

“—she’s always doing so much that she barely has time for us and I get that she’s always been an overachiever but we miss her, you know?” Jimin complains, and Jungkook just about returns back from his flashback.

“Sorry, what did you say?” Jungkook says sheepishly.

“Were you not listening to me rant for the past five minutes?” Jimin exasperates and Jungkook hears some shuffling and a chuckle, possibly coming from Taehyung, on the other end of the line.

“You do have the tendency to go off tangent, Jimin,” Jungkook mutters.

Jimin scoffs, “It’s called paying attention to the details you brat. But anyway, to sum it up for you since you wanna be annoying—_____ isn’t with us. She’s got this student council thing and a meeting with a bunch of ambassadors visiting the campus in the evening.”

Jungkook blinks, taking a moment to process the information. He smiles fondly to himself, realising that you always did fine on your own—and he supposes it’s always been that way. You were quiet and never imposing, but you still did your best.

“Oh.” Jungkook says, “Will I be able to see her soon?”

Jimin snorts on the other end.

“Why are you asking me? You have her number right?” Jimin retorts, “Though it may be difficult reaching her cause she takes like five business days to reply if you aren’t work-related.”

Jungkook chuckles while he fiddles with his thumb. He can see you working hard, eyebrows furrowed as you type out emails and organise events like the efficient woman you were.

He’s seen pictures of you on social media, courtesy of Jimin and Taehyung who’d post stories of your pouts when they’d drag you out for some social time, according to their captions. And God, did you grow up even more beautiful than you were in high school.

Jungkook saw you as the girl he admired in high school and it was mostly his puppy-loved up brain thinking of you like this super smart and out of his reach senior that he wanted to respect. But now that Jungkook was … older. He still thinks you’re admirable and smart, but he can’t lie and say he didn’t notice other things.

Like how certain tops flatter your collarbones so nicely that he wonders what it’s like to sink his teeth into them. Or how you’ve experimented with tennis skirts that look like easy access for a territory Jungkook’s used as one of many of his spank bank materials. Even the way your eyes innocently glance up in pictures makes Jungkook’s brain hazy.

Jungkook was older, and so were you. The two of you were in college and it was different. You weren’t just his high school senior and he wasn’t just the little kid that worshipped you. It was free game and Jungkook wanted to make to most out of it.

“I will.” Jungkook nods with a declaration and a sense of determination in his chest. “What time does she finish?”

A brief moment of silence until Jimin responds, snorting to himself.

“She usually gets off her meetings at—10 pm?” Jimin ponders out loud. “You’re really going to wait for her?”

Jungkook wants to add he’s been doing that all this while, but keeps it to himself.

“Just can’t wait to see her.” He shrugs casually.

“You still have that schoolboy crush on her?” Jimin teases. But Jungkook doesn’t flush this time. He’s had his handful of experiences to navigate his way with feelings and desire.

“Not a crush.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. But he wasn’t going to admit that to Jimin or Taehyung just yet. “Is it bad to want to see an old friend?”

“Whatever you say, Jungkook.” Jimin sing-songs. “But I will warn you; _____ isn’t the type.”

At this, Jungkook furrows his eyebrows.

“What?”

Jimin sighs, “Whatever it is you’re thinking … stop.” And his words oddly set off an uneasy feeling in Jungkook’s chest that he doesn’t like. “You know _____. She’s not the kind of person that dates or fucks around. I don’t think she’s even looked at any guy on campus ever since we were enrolled two years ago.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, feeling slightly ashamed that he’s been caught so early on. But along with growing up, Jungkook’s grown quite a bit of an ego too.

“What makes you think I want to fuck her? What if I really just miss her?” Jungkook snaps.

“Kook, I love you and you’re my best friend but I’ve seen your Instagram stories and escapades. I have no problem with you being sexually active or whatever—you do you, as long as it’s consensual and within respectable boundaries. I know you think college is like this unobstructed territory where you can just fuck around with people but _____ really isn’t like that. I’ve been there and I’m telling you to drop it.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw, “You’ve wanted to fuck her?” Jungkook accuses.

He can practically hear and feel Jimin’s eye roll over the phone.

“No, you idiot.” Jimin sighs, “I’ve had the same intentions as you with other women. While they may be receiving and comfortable with that, _____ won’t be. I hear and recognise your tone and I’m warning you against it.”

Jungkook purses his lips, wanting to defend himself further. But he realises, who is Jimin to tell him what to do with his life? He isn’t a kid anymore.

“You’re reaching.” Jungkook tells Jimin, “You don’t have to worry okay? I just miss ____ and I want to see her before orientation on Friday. Is that a crime?”

“Again, I don’t know what you really want so I won’t project anymore. But I’m telling you, ______ is _____. You don’t think dudes have tried with her before?”

Somehow the revelation of the fact that you did have two years to mingle around with other people and potentially get with men (or women) that weren’t him causes a different type of dread to fill his stomach, an ugly emotion of jealousy. One that he’s never felt before and he doesn’t like it at all.

“God, I haven’t even seen you yet and you’re already micromanaging my entire life.” Jungkook scowls.

“The double standard is real.” Jimin scoffs, “You used to follow _____ around like a lost puppy when we knew each other first? I feel betrayed, man.” Jimin is joking but the reminder makes Jungkook still.

"That's ... different." Jungkook protests.

Jimin snorts as if he doesn't believe his friend.

"Oh, it is different all right. You, my friend, are whipped." He snickers, "Too bad the two of you are basically polar opposites, huh?"

Jungkook freezes on the other end when Jimin casually lets it slip the thought that somewhat plagues his mind, too.

"We're not that different." Jungkook defends himself.

"Says you Mr Athlete all throughout high school. I bet you ten bucks that you were already recruited by one of the football dudes here."

Jungkook scowls because Jimin was spot on.

"Okay. I do sports and she doesn't. That's it." Jungkook snaps.

Jimin clicks his tongue, "You're all for the attention, dude. _____ always keeps it on the down-low while you do your best when people are cheering you on. It's like the spotlight follows you wherever you go and she does her best avoiding it."

Jimin clenches his jaw because while Jimin's words were lighthearted, and he knew better than to ever put you down because the three of you were all good friends—the fact that someone as close to the two of you as Jimin; was laying out the obvious makes Jungkook doubt himself a lot more.

"Oh, and you're the best at psychoanalysing people right?" Jungkook sneers.

Jimin snickers on the other end but Jungkook can't find it in himself to laugh.

"Relax. I'm joking, all right?" Jimin reassures his friend. "You don't even like her that way, right? That's what you said anyway."

Right. He didn't. That's what he told Jimin.

"Right," Jungkook says stiffly.

"If the two of you ever ended up together, though ..." It's as if Jimin was the one dead-set on pushing for it as Jungkook wishes for him to drop it. "Nah. It wouldn't happen. It probably wouldn't work out either."

Jungkook forces a dry chuckle before muttering a lame excuse and hanging up.

He loved Jimin, the guy was a good friend on an average day and an absolute sweetheart on better ones. And Jungkook knew that Jimin meant no malice when he spoke of the potential relationship between you and Jungkook because, well ... Jungkook has always been the younger guy. And that would be weird, wouldn't it?

But Jungkook knows he's done some growing up. And he'll prove it—in whatever way possible.

Jimin doesn’t need to know.

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2jaehs · 3 years

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ETHICS l QIAN KUN

genre: smut, daddy!

warning: Dilf!Kun, profressor!Kun, Student!Reader, semi-public, semi-cheating, cursing, alcohol

word count: 5,6k

Your new ethics professor may not be as good as the subject he is teaching.

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It was a chilly evening and your parents were hosting a couple of friends from work for dinner. Your mother, a professor at your university, was always ready to break in a new lecturer especially if it meant it would benefit you in any way.

The professor who was invited was soon to be your new ethics lecturer for the second semester, all you knew of him was that he too had a kid at the university and your mother was hoping you’d get along with them.

“Did you find out who’s Mr Qian’s kid yet?” Your mother sipped her tea as she hovered over your desk, scrunching her nose at your Facebook page.

“No mom, you know people my age don’t use Facebook” you groaned and clicked the university page to find the tagged alumni. After a few clicks you noticed the new lecturer had been added and with another click you were on his Facebook page.

“God he is handsome isn’t he ?” Your mom marveled and you shook your head, “you have a husband you know” Your mom let out a laugh and playfully slapped you on your shoulder, “I’m not like that, plus the man teaches ethics he’d be horrified if I was trying anything.”

You shrugged and scanned the professors page until you noticed a post with a familiar looking boy. The two of them stood next to a brand new car and the caption read ‘congrats on the new wheels son.’

“This is.....Minghao, he’s a year below me” you pressed your lips together and looked up at your mother, “he’s pretty chilled I’m sure it will go fine.”

Your mother let out a sigh of relief and patted your back, “okay good so you’ll be able to keep him company tonight then, Hey maybe Mr Qian will give you special treatment after tonight.”

You wished your mom knew how accurate her guess was in the weeks to come.

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You slipped into a comfortable long floral dress and did a light make up look before creeping out of your bedroom to greet your mother’s guests.

“Ah there’s my princess” your dad bellowed to the guests who looked up at you as you made your way downstairs, already wishing you could hide away from your dad’s embarrassing words.

“Hi I’m y/n” you greeted, shaking everyone’s hands. There was a woman in her late 40s and Minghao the boy you had seen around your department from time to time.

“My dads just getting the wine from our cab” Minghao scratched the back of his head nervously as he took a seat across from his mother at the dinner table.

You slipped into the seat next to him, your mother mouthing a thank you for your bare minimum efforts and placed the last cooked dish on the table in front of you.

“I almost thought you were drinking all of that on your own” your dad chuckled as a man shimmied through the door holding two bottles of wine. You felt your heartbeat race when he came into full view, possibly the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on. Mr Qian had a wide friendly smile spread across his face as he sat the wine down on the kitchen counter and removed his coat, revealing his extremely toned arms stretching the fabric of his white buttoned shirt.

“Oh you must be y/n” he ran his fingers through his hair and took a seat at the head of the table, in between you and his wife.

“Eh yeah it’s nice to meet you Mr Qian” you smiled politely, trying to keep your eyes off his pouty lips.

You couldn’t believe you were checking out your lecturer right now, in the presence of his wife and son for fucksakes. But he was so unbelievably gorgeous, the way his ash blonde hair was styled framed his face perfectly, and his soft eyes bore into yours as he spoke.

“Please call me Kun” he chuckled sweetly, “unless I’m teaching you then we can switch back to the formalities.”

You nodded and he shot you another friendly smile before your dad began pouring everyone a glass of wine.

You and Minghao zoned out as your mother began talking about the university and let Kun know the basics, from campus etiquette to where he can buy the best coffee.

“Well I’m looking forward to everything” Kun raised his glass to your mother and downed the last bit of it.

“Y/n darling sort the dishes out will you ? We’re going to head to the patio for more drinks” your mother called. All you wanted to do was return to your room, but after letting out a groan you did as you were told.

You scrubbed the dishes as you noticed Minghao was entertaining himself with a game on his phone in the living room. He wasn’t much of a talker and you were grateful for that, you really weren’t in the mood to be sociable with a stranger.

“Sorry to disturb but where is the wine opener ?”

You jumped at the sudden voice and the next thing you knew the leftover suds from your gloves were on Kun’s shirt.

“Shit- I mean sorry I’m sorry” you tore off your gloves and grabbed a paper towel ready to clean up your mess.

“It’s okay y/n” he chuckled and took hold of your wrist as you looked up at him, “it’s just a little water.”

Kun smiled down at you sweetly but you noticed a hint of curiosity in his eyes as you stood still under his touch, not bothered to move under the sudden contact.

“A-are you sure it’s okay?” You asked in a small voice still looking up at him and unconsciously bit down on your lip as your eyes drifted to his plump ones for the 4th time that night.

Kun cocked his head to the side, slowly let go of your wrist, and wet his bottom lip with his tongue before taking a step back,

“Can I have that wine opener y/n ?” He asked in a low tone.

“Oh right” you pulled open a drawer and retrieved the item, handing it to Kun who grazed his fingers against yours as he received it.

“Thank you.”

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You were in your bedroom reliving that moment over and over again. You were not delusional right ? There definitely was a little tension between you and Mr Qian and you had no idea why.

Did he sense that you were attracted to him ? He probably thought you were awful for even making it known to him since he was married. He taught ethics for heaven's sake, he probably thought you were a horrible person.

Sighing, you turned on your stomach and listened to the voices coming from the patio downstairs. You heard your dad pretty clearly, he was loud but when drunk even louder.

“Y/n is a good student but her mind wanders a lot”

“It’s true, she’s just like her dad”

“Hey!”

You groaned at the sound of your parents yapping and hearing Kun and his wife laugh along only made things worse. How the hell were you going to get through a whole semester of ethics with Mr Qian when he’s already met your insane family ?

A few minutes had passed and you heard a knock on your door. Before you could respond your mother flung open your door and you noticed Mr Qian was lingering right behind her.

Great.

“Sweetheart do you mind giving Kun your notes and essays from last semester” she hiccuped as Kun chuckled softly at her antics.

“Mom I -“

“It’s okay” Kun raised his hands, “you can bring it to me on Monday”

“Nonsense you’re here right now” you mom silenced him, “oh I’ll also fetch the old schedule just so you have an idea of what it all looks like.”

Your mom disappeared down the hall to her study and you expected Mr Qian to follow her but instead he leaned against your doorframe and watched you.

“I didn’t save much...so”

“I thought you were a good student y/n” Kun teased, his dimple showing as he grinned.

You rummaged through your drawers, “I am a good student” you pulled out your old ethics file and got to your feet,

“Not all the time though.”

Kun raised his eyebrow at your words and received the file from you before checking the hallway for your tipsy mother.

“Oh I’ve noticed” he said lowly, his eyes looked around your bedroom then met your stare, “I just hope you will pay attention in my class Miss y/l/n”

“I’ll try my best sir” you responded, chewing on your bottom lip before your mother reappeared and dragged Kun back downstairs.

Kun turned back to get one last look at you. He was taken back that you were still staring at him, those barely innocent eyes enticed him and the way your lips were caught between your teeth made him-

“My daughter is ecstatic for the new semester. Please look after her,” your mother said, handing the last of her notes to Kun.

Kun nodded and thanked her before collecting his family and headed to their cab outside. He pondered on her words and looked over at his wife, “sweet family aren’t they ?”

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It was another chilly winter morning and you were making your way over to your 8am ethics lecture with your best friend Xiaojun. “Dami said the new ethics lecturer is hot as hell” Xiaojun sipped his coffee as you two turned into the corridor, avoiding the lingering students,

“He came to my house over the weekend, he's pretty handsome yeah” you said, feeling butterflies in your stomach just talking about him. Xiaojun was about to speak until the two of you heard a low voice from behind you,

“Good morning you two” Mr Qian greeted with a cheeky smile and slipped into the classroom with his briefcase and coffee.

“Shit do you think he heard me ? shit shit shit” you cursed under your breath as Xiaojun pulled you into the front row of seats. The classroom began filling up and almost every person who walked in did a double take at Kun, it could've been his newness or the fact that he was now the best looking professor in this department.

“Why are we sitting upfront ? this feels weird” you whispered to Xiaojun.

“I want him to think that we pay attention” Xiaojun nudged you as the two of you watched Mr Qian remove his blazer and fold up his dress shirt sleeves. Your breathing hitched as you monitored his veiny arms while he navigated his laptop, thinking back to when he had his hand around your wrist and looked down at you with his almond eyes.

“Hello everyone, I'm Professor Qian, you can refer to me as Mr Qian or...sir” his eyes dropped to you on the last word as if it were reserved just for you.

You couldn't concentrate at all on the lecture and it wasn't due to Xiaojun talking his head off. Every movement Kun made had you adjusting your seating position and every glance had you adjusting your hair or wetting your lips. Every damn second you had to remind yourself that he was married and you were his student, an ethics student. But you couldn't help but wonder if what you were feeling was being reciprocated. You concluded that he was either oblivious and naturally charming or he was toying with you. Either way you looked at it, you knew you were like putty in his hands.

“I hope everyone has a good day and don't forget tomorrow I’ll be doing a short quiz in order to check your process” Mr Qian smiled sweetly and took a seat at his desk, waving off the first student's to leave his room.

You gathered your books and began making your way out when Mr Qian cleared his throat, “y/n can I see you for a bit?” Xiaojun nudged you and winked which only made your face redder than it already was. Spinning on your heels you pressed your lips together and made your way over to his desk.

“Y-yes Mr Qian ?”

“Please take a seat” He smiled and waited until the last person exited the room and shut the door. You returned to your original seat and a nervous feeling overcame you when you realized you were now alone with him.

“I just wanted to return some of the notes you gave me” He began pacing in front of you with his hands stuffed into his pocket, “and I just wanted to check if you were paying attention today”

“I did, I mean I usually go over the slides again later” you bit down on your lip. The chirpy tone of your voice made you cringe, why did you want him to think so highly of you ? that you were a good girl, not slacking off.

Kun nodded and pressed his lips together before retrieving your notes from his desk and handed it to you. You swallowed hard when he leaned over you, his large hands pressing into the desk and a strand of his blonde hair fell out of place and curled over his eyebrow.

“It’s not because you think i'm handsome that you're so distracted now are you?”

A shiver went down your spine at the sound of his silky voice matching his daring eyes as if he was waiting for you to act on it. You looked up at him, he could see his reflection in your doe-like eyes and it made him unconsciously lick his lips.

“I uhm….I'm sorry” you battered your eyelashes at him, hoping he would keep this information to himself and not out your words to your mother.

“Im sorry...who?” his voice was stern. Something dark had overcome him and it excited you.

“Im sorry...sir”

You watched his eyes light up by your words and it was enough indication that you weren't being delusional about him. Kun took a step back and returned to his desk signaling the end of your conversation. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and grabbed your notes heading straight for the door.

What the hell were you getting yourself into?

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Most of the next three weeks Kun was pretty normal. He treated you just like every other student in the room and it made you feel a tad jealous. You waited for his glances or him asking you to stay after class but he completely ignored you. Maybe he came to his senses and felt guilty flirting with a student when he was married. That was until Friday came around and you were sitting in your mom’s office.

“One sign of pleasant weather actually got you wearing a skirt ?” Your mother teased as she bit into her salad.

“I've never worn it before and I think it looks cute” you pouted looking down at your beige and chocolate brown checkered mini skirt.

“You do look cute sweetheart and you'd look even cuter organizing my store room”

You groaned at your mothers request but jumped to your feet knowing you didn't have anything else to do. It sucked that the weather was actually perfect for an outfit to tease Mr Qian in but his lecture had been cancelled for the day. You opened the store room only to be greeted by dust and darkness, not surprised that the state of the shelves were a mess in a few short weeks since you last cleaned them.

Grabbing a flashlight you got started on the lower shelves when you heard a knock on your mom’s door and Kun walked in holding a box of folders.

“You're done already ?” Your mom said, mouth filled with her chicken wrap as Kun placed the box on her desk,

“Yes I scanned them onto my usb, It’s easier catching up that way” he replied politely,

“Okay well I’ll tell y/n to put these away, I'm still trying to finish these reports and my lunch”

Kun tutted at your mother’s words and began unpacking the box, carrying the folders over to the storeroom, “I'm not doing anything right now and we cant let y/n do everything on her own now can we?”

Your eyes widened as he joined you in the dark storeroom, his figure completely hidden from your mother as she continued snacking on her wrap and eyes engrossed in her computer,

“Kun you're too kind, okay you two have fun.”

You held your breath as you felt his arm brush against your back as he worked on the shelf behind you. His perfume was sweet, the scent tickled your nose while he moved around the compact room.

“Where’s section R 20-30 ?” Kun asked you softly, squinting as the flashlight you held caught his eye.

“Oh sorry uhm it's down here you can give it to me-”

“It's okay I got it” Kun mused and crouched down next to your bare legs trying to find the placement of the file in hand. You kept your focus on the shelf in front you, freezing when you felt the tips of his hair brush against your knee. Kun slid the file in its place and allowed his fingers to dance along your legs as he stood up, scanning your face for a reaction. When you gathered yourself you turned back to placing files in their respectful spots earning a scoff from Kun. He cocked his head to the side, amused by your composure. He touched you a few feet away from your mother and you didn't budge, he was impressed.

You thought his teasing was over until Kun stood beside you, shielded in the dark and you felt his warm breath against your neck. You froze when you felt his fingers on your inner thigh, slowly moving up until he pinched and you squealed, bumping into the shelf.

“Darling are you okay ?” Your mom called from her desk.

“Answer her y/n” Kun whispered before placing an open mouth kiss on your neck.

You cleared your throat and prayed your voice wouldn't crack, “Im okay just tripped over something, the usual” You heard your mother chuckle, thanking the heavens that she was so oblivious to what was going on in her store room right now.

You felt Kun smile against your neck and his fingers returned to your inner thigh, moving up until he grazed against your lace panties. Kun hummed when he felt how wet you were for him, you couldn't believe how wet you were for your professor at this moment. Kun skillfully moved your underwear to the side and felt your wetness before bringing his finger up to your mouth.

His lips curled into a smile waiting to see how dirty you were. All of this seemed like a test to you, as if he wanted to see how much you could endure before he had his way with you. The way he looked at you made you want him right then and there. Guys your age couldn't handle a girl like this as much as they tried to convince themselves. Your sex life was boring, all of them were the same but this, this was exhilarating.

Kun’s mouth parted as he watched your pouted lips meet his finger and lick his finger clean. The way he looked at you made you feel proud, he made you feel like you aced your assignment.

“Dammit I have a last minute meeting, sorry sweety I can't drive you home today should I call a cab ?” your mother sighed as you and Kun innocently stepped out of the store room.

“I don't mind giving her a ride home,” Kun offered, his attention fully on your mother despite feeling your glance on him.

“Kun you are a lifesaver seriously, how do I repay you ?” Your mom grabbed her satchel from her desk and made her way to the door.

“How about dinner? Jia and I really enjoyed your hosting” Kun offered, helping your mom lock up. You felt weird when he mentioned his wife’s name, hating that you were jealous of the woman who actually got to call him hers. It also made you feel as if you were just a play thing for him, and that none of this would affect him but rather you.

You were lost in your own thoughts until you realized your mother had already agreed to his offer and you were now standing alone in the corridor with Kun.

“Shall we ?” Kun gestured for you to lead the way and the two of you walked in silence until you got to his car.

The first ten minutes were silent, all that could be heard was the faint voices on the radio and the tyres of the vehicle moving against the gravel road. Kun smiled to himself as he watched you pull out your phone to distract yourself from the uncomfortable silence.

“y/n do you have a boyfriend ?” He asked a little too casually for your liking.

“No I don't”

“Why is that?” His question made you look up at him, confused as to why he would ask you a question like this after he had already explored most of you just a couple minutes ago.

“Not interested in what this campus has to offer” you shrugged and looked out of the window, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Does your wife know you have a professor student kink?”

Kun clenched his jaw at your words and suddenly pulled into a vacant parking lot of a fast food joint. Before you could say another word Kun wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you in for a rough kiss. It was absolutely tantalizing, the way he tasted, the way his tongue fought with yours but it ended abruptly.

“You're a brat you know that ?” he chuckled dryly, “Jia and I are soon to be divorced, we only do work social activities because It makes a good impression.”

You felt a sense of relief and excitement. Even though it was a pretty fucked up arrangement going on currently, it lifts a burden off your shoulder knowing they will no longer be married.

“Why...me?” you bit down on your lip and looked up at him. Kun softened up and slumped into his seat, running his fingers through his ash blonde hair, “I don't know, the shallow answer is that I find you incredibly attractive”

“What's the other answer ?”

“Look,” Kun turned to face you, “We hardly know each other but I feel an instant connection to you, I tested your morality, which is fucked up, to see if you were like me, someone like me preaching ethics yet borderline fucked up?”

You could tell there was more to it, a personal war with himself especially since he was about to get divorced. Of Course you wished there was more to it but he was probably not ready to get involved with someone especially after years of marriage to then hook up with one of his students at that.

“Mr Qian everyone is fucked up I mean that's why we have to study ethics isn't it ?” you reached out to console him, rubbing his shoulder as he chuckled at your words. Kun leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on your lips,

“How did I come across someone like you y/n..”

“All im saying is I’ll be happy to be your rebound, your play thing whatever you need….Sir”

Kun shifted in his seat as he watched you lift his hand, making him palm your face as you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked on him gently. You heard his muffled curses as he adjusted his pants, trying his best to keep a tent from forming as he felt your tongue swirl around his thumb.

Kun quickly snapped out of the trance you had him in and restarted the car, getting back on the route to your house. You snickered to yourself as you noticed how red his ears were from the ordeal, it was nice being the dominant one for once.

He pulled up to your house and unlocked the car door for you, “I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow, wear a dress for me okay sweetheart ?”

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It was saturday evening and being an obedient student you wore one of your most...accessible dresses. You made it look classy despite the length barely sitting above your knee and topped it off with a glossy makeup finish. Your mom had told you that Minghao wasn't attending tonight and you might get bored from their conversations, little did she know that this might be one thrilling night.

You helped your mom set up the table while your dad organized the drinks and played soft music in the background to set the ambience. Just as you finished the last utensil arrangement you heard the doorbell ring and the butterflies in your stomach had returned.

“Kun good to have you back man” your dad went in for a handshake as Kun and his wife stepped in. Kun was good at playing the innocent professor. The way he greeted you with such poise as if his hand wasn't up your skirt 24 hours ago.

“Let's not get too drunk now shall we, we're driving home this time” Jia tutted as she handed your mom a bottle of wine.

Suddenly the room was filled with a bright light followed by thunder, making you and your mom jump at the loud noise. “Seems like you're not driving home at all buddy” your dad said peering outside as the harsh rain began pouring down, already starting to flood the driveway.

“He’s right, you guys can stay in our spare bedroom for tonight,” your mom added. You and Kun both shared a quick glance before your dad pulled him into another conversation.

“Honey can you make sure the room is set up ?” your mother turned to you and you nodded, smiling politely as Jia thanked you.

By the time you were done with the bedroom you were welcomed by everyone already seated at the dinner table waiting for you. Unsure if it was planned by Kun but your seat was placed right next to him, with Jia at the head of the table conversing with your mom on her opposite end.

Kun poured you a glass of wine and you silently thanked him as your dad continued his intense conversation about whatever he watched on the news network this week. You sighed poking at your potatoes, being bored as your mom predicted you would be until you felt a hand on your thigh.

Keeping your eye focused on your dinner you scooted a little closer to Kun until his hand was able to fully grope your thigh without anyone at the table noticing a thing. You felt the icy cold sensation from his ring as he caressed your skin, not doing anything too drastic since everyone was in close proximity. You inwardly groaned when he eventually pulled his hand away, completely engrossed in the conversation happening between your mom and Jia. As Kun added his piece to the conversation you used the opportunity to do a bit of your own exploring and let your hand slip into his lap.

Kun pressed his lips together as he tried to focus on the chat instead of the hand that was now palming him under the table. You took a sip of your wine as you continued rubbing him through his black trousers, already feeling him get extremely hard under your touch. Until it was getting too much for him to handle, Kun pushed your hand away and excused himself from the table,

“I'm gonna use the bathroom, please excuse me”

“y/n why don't you show Mr Qian where the bathroom is” Your mom said, still chatting along with Jia and your dad.

You sighed and played the good daughter, leading Kun upstairs until the two of you were out of sight. With one swift movement Kun had you against the wall in the hallway, his hand wrapped around your throat and his erection pressed against your abdomen.

“Are you fucking insane ? you want me to fuck you in front of your parents is that it ?” he growled,

“Oh so you can have fun but I can't ?” you rolled your eyes only causing Kun to press into you harder.

“God you're so bratty, I can't wait to teach you a lesson” Kun bit into your neck, sucking until he was satisfied with its purple colour, “I'm going to go downstairs and telling your parents that you went to your bedroom, keep that dress on until I visit your room later tonight understand ?”

“Yes sir.”

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You waited in your room, doing as you were told and even heard your parents, Kun and Jia head upstairs and say their drunken goodnights. The sound of Kun’s voice just outside your door made you squirm in bed, wanting, waiting for him to just show up and have his way with you.

It was around 2am, your eyes were heavy and you sighed as you looked at the time on your desk clock. What were you thinking ? There was no way Kun could pull this off without his wife suspecting him or even your parents hearing someone sneaking around the house. But then again everyone was so damn drunk a criminal could break in and they'd have no idea.

Suddenly your door creaked open and in the darkness you saw a figure creep in, locking the door behind them. You sat up in bed and Kun quickly rushed over, placing a hand over your mouth and brought his lips to your ear,

“You have to be real quiet baby, even with all this rain and thunder, we have to be careful”

You nodded at his words and Kun placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling the covers off your body and switched on your bedside lamp in order to look at your body. He traced his fingers along your legs, over your abdomen and between your breasts until his thumb grazed your lips, parting them slightly.

Taking the hint you sat up and positioned yourself in front of Kun as he began unbuckling his trousers and let them pool around his ankles. You looked up at him as you palmed him through his boxers, watching him throw his head back sighing from the sensation. You pulled down his boxers and licked your lips once getting a full view of his erection, wasting no time in taking him fully into your mouth until he touched the back of your throat.

“Fuck” Kun mumbled softly as you began sucking him off, slowly in order to lessen the noise and to keep him fairly quiet.

Kun tugged on your hair and bit down on his lip watching your saliva drop from your mouth as he pulled out of you. You looked absolutely delicious, all he wanted to do was ruin you.

You stood up facing him until he began kissing you softly, unzipping your dress revealing your white lacy set and giving him his first taste of your naked figure. “You're beautiful” he cooed as he left soft pecks across your neck, especially on the spot where he had marked you earlier on.

Kun removed his shirt and unhooked your bra before pressing your back into your bed and his hips began grinding into yours, slowly, making you feel every part of him as the two of you returned to each other's lips.

“You're such a bad girl you know that” Kun groaned as he slipped his hand into your underwear and rubbed circles with his thumb, making you squirm underneath him.

“Teach me a lesson daddy” you sighed and the nickname made Kun growl into your ear. Kun pulled off your underwear and turned you until you were on all fours. He positioned himself behind you and as he pushed in he clasped down on your mouth and bit down on your shoulder, preventing both of you from moaning too loudly.

Kun’s hips slammed into yours erratically, switching from fast to slow strokes in order to drown out any suspecting sounds.

“I want to ride you daddy” you managed to whisper through his fingers and again Kun caved to the nickname and pulled out, falling onto his back as he awaited your offer. You slowly straddled him and took in his length once more, as Kun sat up, meeting your thrusts and held onto your ass and throat as you rode him as best as you could. Kun felt you tighten around him as you neared your climax and flipped you around until you were underneath him and he was now in control of both of your orgasms.

“Im so close..” you whined as Kun hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Me too baby, lets keep it quiet okay I promise I’ll make it up to you soon”

Kun brought you to your climax and he followed quickly after, his sweaty body falling on top of you as he tried to catch his breath. You reached for the covers and Kun turned onto his back and allowed you to cuddle into his chest. You smiled as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and stroked your head,

“Thank you, God I want more, I can't wait for more” he whispered as you giggled,

“I’ll be here, and besides you're going to help me pass ethics right ? “ you pouted. Kun chuckled softly and massaged his temples, “okay how about you study hard and i’ll reward you with whatever you want sweetheart,”

“Deal” you gleamed, “Thank you sir.”

#kun smut #kun fic #qian kun #wayv smut #wayv imagines #wayv x reader #wayv scenarios #kun scenarios #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct imagines

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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Island Dreams - Chapter 4

Double feature tonight! Here's chapter 4 as well. Last night I was inspired and I did managed to write a few chapters.

As usual... some Gaelic for you:

A bheil Gàidhlig agad - Do you speak Gaelic? mo charaid - my friend

Some of Elias' words seem funny, but he speaks Scots as well. And he is so damn sexy while doing it.

All the locations I mentioned they are real. Rowan's bookstore it's the only fictional place.

Happy reading!

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Aelin woke up quite late the next morning. After her fight with Rowan she had spent the day at the marina and wondered around the town. She had felt empty and could not bring herself to do anything. She finally managed to speak with Lysandra and cried. She cried her heart out and her friend had listened. Like she always did. She had gotten home later in the afternoon and felt exhausted. She spent the rest of the afternoon in the living room reading her books. That brought her joy at least, although dreaded going back to shop to collect the last book. She could not face him. Not yet. But that morning she had woken with a renewed motivation. She had prepared breakfast for herself and admitted she missed Maeve’s apple turnovers but could not risk going back there at the moment. She had to put some distance. So she ate her own breakfast, prepared a couple of sandwiches and got her backpack ready for the next adventure. Today she was driving south toward Harris. She had learned that Lewis and Harris were one big islands but Lewis was the Northern part, full of moors and peat land. Harris, was the Southern part, much rockier and with some stunning beaches and a famous road called the Golden road. Ten minutes later she was in the car and ready to go. She set her sat nav and she left. Over an hour later the sat nav announced one last turn to her final destination: Luskentyre beach. She had a look at some photos online and she could not believe such a gorgeous place existed.

She parked the car and opened the door and got out. No internet image had prepared her for the view in front of her. The beach was massive, the stretch of sand never ending and the sand was so white that it almost hurt the eyes. And the sea. It was the purest green mixed with blue that she had ever seen in her life. She was speechless. For ten solid minutes she leaned against the open door of her car and observed the stretch of paradise in front of her, incapable of doing anything else. Trying to burn in her memories the colours. She would take pictures but doubted they would ever do any justice. Finally she moved and grabbed her backpack, locked the car and walked to the beach. Once she reached the sand she removed the shoes. No way she was going to walk on that sand with her shoes on. The sun was up and the sand was warm at the touch and she let the feeling sooth her. Around her there were a few people walking dogs and couples walking hand in hand. A pang of sadness hit her, and absentmindedly she touched the spot where her wedding band should have been hating herself straight after, for missing Chaol. He made his choice. She had given him his freedom. Tears threatened to appear once again but she fought them back and resumed her walk along the beach. She followed the beach and walked in the water ignoring that it was cold. She walked for hours then she decided to sit and eat her lunch. Her sandwich was gross compared to Maeve’s and in her packed there definitely was no chocolate cake. She sighed. A young man was walking his dog and she noticed the animal coming her way. The man called him a few times, but a moment later the dog was at her feet, his tongue lolling from his mouth and was staring at her sandwich. Aelin laughed and gave him a bit and he ate eagerly. “I wouldn’t do it if I were you. You might never get rid of him.” The man was now in front of her and was scratching the dog ears. “It’s fine I was done eating anyway.” And she gave the rest of her lunch to the dog. She lifted her eyes and stared at the man. He was wearing shorts and a navy blue polo shirt. His hair was black as the night and his eyes a light blue edging on grey. Her breath caught and she felt herself blushing. “You are not a local.” He said as a matter of fact. “That obvious?” “Your accent. Definitely not from here.” His smile left her breathless. He had dimples. On both sides. He was quite cute. “Where do you bide?” Aelin looked at the man puzzled “Bide?” “Aye, where do you stay?” Understanding dawned on her. The word must have a different meaning in Scots “I am staying in Stornoway.” “Bonnie place. I live in Callanish. Ye, ken?” Aelin was stuck again. Was he even speaking English? So far all the other people had done their best to speak English with her. “Sorry, bad habit. I didn’t mean to be rude. I meant if you know Callanish.” The man sat beside her on the sand while the dog was running free on the beach. “Yes I was there a couple of days ago. I went to the standing stones. Such a fascinating place.” “I have one of the smaller circles just outside ma hoose.” He confessed turning his head to her “There are actually few more different sites scattered around the area. The main one at the visit centre is Callanish I.” He explained, then he extended his hand “I am Elias by the way. I have been yapping non stop and forgot to introduce myself.” “Aelin,” she said taking his hand. “Aelin…” her name on his tongue sounded perfection “In Gaelic means bright or shining one.” “So, are you a tourist? Visiting friends? Family? Boyfriend?” Aelin giggled “Status uncertain at the moment.” She said, then looked at Elias and explained a bit further “Tourist at the moment, but things might change.” “So, where are ye fae?” She guessed his question and she hoped she got it right “London.” She replied. “Been there for work a few times. I am an engineer and I have been down there for a few conventions.” Aelin was too busy listening at his sexy accent to pay attention to what he was saying and she felt embarrassed when she had to ask to repeat his answer. “Nae worries. I said I am an engineer and I was in London a few times for work.” “Cool what type?” The guy was fascinating and seemed much more willing to chat that a certain grumpy one back in town. “Environmental. I am working with Calmac at the moment. That’s the company that runs the ferry you used to get here if you travelled by sea.” He explained while the dog came back and licked his fingers quite happily. “I am a doctor. I was…. Still am… it’s complicated.” She cut short and noticed the confusion in his face. “Long boring story.” “What type?” “Cardio thoracic surgeon.” He whistled “bad ass woman. Love it.” His grin reached his eyes and she felt heat spread inside her. Definitely more than cute. And those dimples… She was having a good time but she had to keep going, she still had a few things to do. “I am enjoying the conversation but I still have quite a lot to cover.” She stood and turned to him. The main smiled “Of course. Care for some suggestions?” Aelin nodded. “If you are driving south, right after Borve there is another lovely beach. Stop there as well. Not as famous as Luskentyre but amazing as well. Then continue all the way down to Rodel. It’s the village at the end of the road. There is a lovely church called St. Clements. Worth visiting. Once you are past Rodel make your way back via the Golden road. It’s a very narrow road but it’s a pleasure to drive if you want an Hebridean adventure. Once you are almost at the top before Tarbert, make sure you stop in Drinisiader. There is a fascinating wee museum about Harris Tweed. But just hide your purse. They have some amazing stuff and you might want to buy the entire shop. Then you are in Tarbert and from there it’s an easy drive back to Stornoway.” “Tapadh Leat.” She said and Elias gave her a huge grin in response. “A bheil Gàidhlig agad?” He asked and she realised she had to stop trying to use Gaelic. “I just know thank you and good morning.” She explained almost embarrassed. “That’s okay, lass. I am not a native speaker either. I learnt it later on in life. My parents don’t actively speak it, but my gran did. It was the only way I had to communicate with her. My parents were parts of the generation that grew being taught that speaking Gaelic was not proper, so they never did. My mum understands it because of course her mother was a speaker. But she used her dad to translate. It’s a very long complicated story.” He stopped and looked at her. “Looks like we both have a complicated story to tell each other.” Aelin’s stomach fluttered in excitement. He grabbed his wallet and removed a business card from it. “Sorry for being so direct, but you seem quite an interesting person. Call me or message me if you need a guide.” He held the card to her and Aelin debated for a moment whether to take it or not. Lysandra had told her to go to Scotland, enjoy herself and get a Scottish man in the process and forget her ex husband. She took the card “I’ll call you.” “Do it, mo charaid.” She smiled warmly, grabbed her backpack “It was nice meeting you, Elias.”

She was driving along the Golden road and she had to admit that the road was a real adventure. Large enough for a small car to pass, she had to constantly focus on the road to avoid ending in a ditch or in a loch beside the road. But no matter the stress, she was loving it. Until the sheep arrived. One moment she was alone on the road. The next moment she was surrounded by sheep. A massive flock stretched for some length along the road. She got off the car, she took a picture and sent it to Lysandra with the caption traffic jam in the Hebrides. A moment later the phone rang. “Are you kidding me?” “No Lys, I swear I am surrounded by sheep. They are everywhere and I can’t go anywhere. Guess someone will come and collect them soon.” She heard Lysandra laugh “Sounds like you are having a great time.” “I am.” she confessed not entirely convinced. The memory of the fight with Rowan still stung and she was wracking her brain to find a way to fix things with him. She was… intrigued by him. He was brooding, infuriating and handsome at the same time. Plus he was the owner of a bookstore which was not bad. She wanted to be his friend but it looked like he was not interested. He had made that abundantly clear. Nothing I want to give you. Tears threatened to appear once again but she fought, not willing to let sadness spoil such a lovely day. So she had decided to put some distance. She would go to get her book when it arrived and then limit her visits to his shop, for as much as it pained her. He didn’t want to have anything to do with her. Well, she was granting him his wish. “How is going with Aedion?” She changed the subject. “Well, we have only been on a date but he’s great.” “Already planning your wedding?” Aelin joked and Lysandra laughed in reply. “Nah, just imagining having sex with him for now.” “Eew. I didn’t need to know that” “Seriously… the man has amazing hands and I spent the evening thinking what he can do with them. And if all the other parts are just as big as the rest of the body…” “Eewww. Ewwww and eeeeew.” “Since when you are such a prude?” Aelin laughed she wasn’t but she had no interest in listening her best friend talk about her boyfriend’s body parts. “Get a move on finding a man of your own and then you can fantasise about his body parts.” For a brief moment Aelin’s mind thought about Rowan’s hands and… No, stop. She could not go there. That was dangerous territory. “We’ll see.” Was all that she added. “I need you to come back to me happy.” “What if…” she paused for a second “what if I am not coming back?” “What do you mean?” In the distance Aelin noticed a tractor and the sheep began moving again. “Sheep are moving. Gotta go back home.” “Ok. Keep me posted.” She say bye to Lys and she was positive she felt a note of sadness in her friend’s voice.

The sheep finally moved and she spent the journey home mulling over what she had said to Lys. She could not see herself going back to London. Something had broken inside her. Maybe it was her that was broken. With her skills and experience she could easily find another job in another hospital. So why the rejection from one place hurt so much? And Chaol… London was a very big place, the chances of her bumping into him on the streets were minimal. However, they had loads of friends in common. She would have to give up her friends to avoid him. Give up her gym, her favourite bookstore and cafe, because he was a regular in those places too. She would have to give up her life to avoid him and the pain that seeing again would bring. She had felt relieved after the divorce. She still had no regrets. But forgetting almost a decade together was proving more difficult than she expected. She pushed on the breaks quite hard, forced the door open and run to the field near the road. And then she collapsed on her knees and screamed, letting out all the frustration festering in her. Her hands began shaking and she felt the symptoms of a panic attack starting to manifest. Breathing was getting harder. So Aelin stayed in the filed, and cried and shook. Until she had no more tears left in her.

#rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #aedion x lysandra #lysandra #fluff #angst #throne of glass series #fanfic

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liluwrites · 4 years

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Auld Lang Syne

Three couples ring in the New Year. (DenNor, SuFin, HongIce) (2k)

Lukas turns his marshmallow slowly over the fire, and watches the sides burn golden.

Beside him, Matthias curses under his breath as his own marshmallow melts off the stick and falls into the fire. “Oh no,” he says as it disintegrates amongst the flames. “That was my last one.”

Lukas laughs quietly. “Here, you idiot. You can have mine.” He extends the stick and Matthias bites clumsily at it. “Good?”

“Mmm. Positively orgasmic.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Never say that again.”

“Why not?” He presses his face close to Lukas’ and presses tiny kisses along his jawline. “Am I embarrassing you?”

Blushing, Lukas pushes him away. “No, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

“Aww. You’re so mean to me.”

Still grinning, Matthias turns back to the fire. Lukas watches him; the way his face is lit golden by the firelight, the amber flames dancing in his eyes, the sparks floating around him like winter fireflies. His love for Matthias hits him like a freight train – a sudden blow to the chest that leaves him reeling and breathless.

“Hey…” He says. It’s quiet, so quiet he thinks Matthias might not have heard, but of course he has.

“Yes?” He turns to him, his face aglow, and Lukas struggles to find his voice.

“I…I know I don’t say this a lot, not as much as I should, not as much as I want to, but…” he stares into the flickering flames. “I just…I love you a lot. I want you to know that.”

“Oh, Lukas…”

“Wait. Wait, I’m not finished.” He takes a deep breath. “You’re just…you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. So many people have given up on me, but you haven’t - you’ve never doubted me, even when I’ve given you so little in return – “

“Lukas – “

“And I want to say I’m sorry, and thank you. I never thought I would end up with someone like you, someone I could love so deeply with my whole heart, but then you showed up and – I love you. So, so much.”

He lowers his head, shy and nervous and fearing with every second the silence lasts that Matthias is going to laugh, that he doesn’t feel the same. Then, he hears a quiet sniffle, and a moment later, Matthias’ arms are around him.

“Lukas, you’ve given me so much. I love you the way you are. I can feel your love for me every day in the little things – the way you make treats for me just because you want to, when you let me talk to you about things you don’t know about because you know how important it is to me, the way you’ll cuddle with me in bed and give me little kisses, and keep kissing my hair even when you think I’m asleep. The way you gave me your marshmallow, even though they’re your favourite sweet! Never, ever apologise for the way you love me.”

Lukas can feel the tears prickling at his eyes, and he presses his face into Matthias’ jacket and clutches him so tightly he feels like his heart could burst. Matthias clings to him, kisses the top of his head and breathes him in deeply.

In the distance, a church bell chimes.

Matthias lifts his head. “That’s it. That’s the new year.”

Lukas wipes his eyes and smiles at him. “I’m glad I’m spending it here, with you.”

“Me, too.” Matthias’ arm tightens around him, and he leans into the embrace as, in the city below them, the first fireworks shoot into the sky.

Tino smiles as he watches his children run shrieking around the yard.

It’s almost midnight, and usually he would have sent them to bed hours ago, after a story and a kiss on the forehead – but tonight is New Year’s Eve, the end of a decade, and everything is different. He has laid out a blanket on the grass so the family can all sit together and watch the nearby fireworks display.

“Ahh! Papa, no, stop!” Peter falls to the ground squealing as Berwald tickles him, growling like a bear. “Erland, help me!”

Erland leaps onto Berwald’s back in counterattack, and Berwald shakes him off and starts to tickle him as well. Hana runs around them in erratic circles, yapping excitedly.

Tino smiles at the sight of his husband and children playing – even after their ten years of marriage, he has never once regretted his decision. He and Berwald have their quarrels, but he could never love another person the way he loves Berwald, and they’ve raised a perfect family together; two adorable, happy young sons and and a dog, all in a sweet suburban house with a good school nearby.

As a teenager, he never thought he’d make it this far – but he has, and every year, he is always so, so thankful for the way his life has turned out.

“Papa, look, look! Fireworks!” Both children cease their game and crowd at the fence to see the fireworks shoot into the sky and shimmer back down to earth. Tino watches them too, entranced, until an arm falls around his shoulders.

“Hey,” Berwald says.

“Hi.” Tino raises into the tips of his toes to kiss his husband on the lips. He pouts. “Why are you so tall?”

“Why are you so small?” Berwald gives him the tiny, playful smirk he has grown to love.

“So I can do this!” He jumps into Berwald’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. Berwald catches him easily and holds him close, lowering his chin so their noses brush and their eyes connect. “I can kiss you better up here.”

“Oh, really?” Berwald’s eyes, darkened in the twilight, are sparkling with mischief.

“Yes.” He connects their lips briefly, then pulls away. “See?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Mm-hm,” Tino mimics, and kisses him again.

He feels Berwald smile against his lips, then the next moment, he is being spun in the air. Tino squeals and clings to him tightly. “Ahh, what are you doing?”

Berwald doesn’t answer, just spins him even faster. When he finally stops, Tino can feel his chest rising and falling from exertion, and the world is a multicolour blur of Christmas lights and fireworks. Tino gently hits a fist against Berwald’s chest. “You’re crazy,” he laughs breathlessly. “You know that?”

Berwald meets his eyes intensely. “I’m crazy about you.”

From the park beyond the fence, the crowd begins chanting. Five…four…three…two…one…

The joyous whistles and cheers erupt – and a moment later, Erland and Peter come barrelling into them, Hana yapping at their ankles. Berwald stumbles and releases Tino onto his feet. He stays in Berwald’s embrace, but opens his arms wide enough that their children can join.

Tino gazes around at his little family in the moonlight, and his heart is full.

III

Emil cringes as another body pushes past him. The Main Street is swarming with people waiting excitedly to ring in the new year, their bodies packed so closely it’s almost impossible to move past. But Leon’s grip on his hand is firm, pulling him steadily onwards through the crowd, and he clings to it like a lifeline.

“Not far now,” Leon calls over his shoulder. “It’s worth it, you’ll see.”

Usually, Emil would be at home on New Year’s Eve, drinking sparkling cider and watching the ball drop on television. But this year, when his boyfriend had messaged him asking to meet at the marketplace before midnight, he had accepted immediately.

He doesn’t like crowds, or noise, or being out after dark – but it’s worth it to spend time with Leon.

Finally, they reach the bridge, and Leon pulls him aside against the railings. The crowd is thinner here, and they finally have enough space to breathe and look each other in the eye.

“Hey,” Leon says, his eyes glittering golden-brown in the lamplight.

Emil can’t help but smile. “Hi.” He blushes. “I missed you.”

Leon laughs and wraps a warm arm around him. “It’s not been that long! I saw you on Christmas Eve.”

“Too long.”

“You’re adorable.” Leon pinches his cheek. “You’re the cutest boyfriend ever.”

Emil buries his face in Leon’s chest, embarrassed. “M’not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you.”

“No – “ Leon ducks his head and silences him with a kiss. Emil closes his eyes and presses closer, deepens the kiss, and Leon responds with equal pressure – and the world shrinks to just the two of them, the warmth of their bodies pressed together and the electricity of their embrace.

Suddenly, a ripple of excitement runs through the crowd. Emil draws back, slightly dazed, and looks around. “What’s happening?”

Leon looks at his watch. “It’s almost time. Ten seconds.”

As if on cue, the crowd begins the countdown in unison. Emil catches Leon’s eye, sees the sparkle of anticipation, and they join in, their voices carried away by the energy of the people around them. In that moment, Emil suddenly feels a strange connection to all these people; all these strangers with whom he has nothing in common, except that they’re all moving into the new year, the new decade, together.

“Three…two…one…”

The moment the bell chimes, Emil feels Leon’s arm fling around his shoulders and the click of his phone camera. It’s so unexpected, he doesn’t have time to put on his usual shy scowl for the camera – instead, Leon captures him in his raw happiness, grinning and laughing in the first second of the new year.

As the crowd begins to scatter around them, Leon lowers his phone and shows Emil the photograph.

Behind them, the dark river glows with the reflections of fireworks bursting above it, and their faces are lit golden by the lights around them. They’re both grinning, faces pressed close together, eyes scrunched up with pure unfiltered joy.

Emil blinks. He’s always thought he was ugly in photographs, so it’s strange to see himself looking so radiant; but it’s strange in a good way, he thinks. It’s like a new version of himself, a version he hasn’t met yet.

“Do you like it?” Leon asks.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “Yeah, I do. Can you send it to me?”

“Sure.”

Leon types on his screen, and, a second later, Emil’s phone lights up. He taps in his passcode and clicks on the message, and smiles as the photograph fills his screen – their joyful, glowing faces, alight with the promise of a new start.

His eyes travel to the bottom of the picture, where Leon has added a simple caption:

Happy New Year!

#happy new year!!!🎉#aph norway #aph denmark #dennor #aph sweden #aph finland #sufin #aph iceland #aph hong kong #hongice #liluwrites #❤️

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swiss-cheeze · 5 years

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Alaska || Ben Hardy x reader

Warnings: uhh, there really isn’t any.

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to come out! This is kind of crappy because I couldn’t really think of what else to add that wouldn’t drag it on forever and stuff.

Thank you @onceuponadetectivedemigod for requesting! I hope its okay.

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“Why the hell did we agree to come to Alaska for a honeymoon again” you asked your, now five months, husband. He laughed. “You said it was more of a reason to cuddle” Ben answered as he started unpacking his luggage from his bag. You groaned. “Why couldn’t we go to Hawaii? Or Bora Bora? Somewhere hot, I could see you shirtless then” you said with a grin to the end of your sentence. “You see me shirtless all the time” Ben answered as he swung one of your bras in your direction having shoved it in his bag last minute before leaving. “And apparently everyone else” you muttered jokingly. Ben scoffed and laughed but didn’t answer, he knew it was all in good fun. You and Ben had just gotten married five months ago but due to a call back on some photos and reshoots for Ben’s newest film your honeymoon was put on hold for a little while. You had gotten time off work due to a marriage thing your work does for newly married couples and Ben had asked for time off too so here you where, just landed and unpacking in Alaska; of all goddamn places you had to go you two decided on Alaska. It was remote where you two had booked, the owls sung around in the trees and every now and then you would see some moose or a snowy fox. You two had booked a nice little holiday house, the bedroom was on the second floor with a balcony right in front of the bed and overlooked a beautiful little lake, on the first floor was the normal stuff; kitchen, sitting room, a nice little study and bathroom and everything else. The house was stocked up with food and drinks already and heaters in almost every room. “Where’d Frankie go?” Ben asked standing up straight suddenly and looking around, at the mention of her name Frankie let out a little yap, Ben cocked an eyebrow as he opened the balcony door and walked out looking down off the ledge, a smile spreading over his face at the sight of Frankie playing in the snow. “I let her out when we got here, she was so excited” you said coming up behind Ben, wrapping your arms around the man’s waist you rest your chin on his shoulder as Ben leant his head against yours and you both watched Frankie play in the snow; there was a fence wrapping around the back of the house with a gate that lead to the lake, so Frankie was safe where she was. Ben sighed softly as he turned around and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on the top of your head the boy dug his nose into your hair and inhaled softly. “Your hair always smells beautiful” Ben mumbled into your hair. “You always say that” you mumble back with a giggle. “Can you believe we’re married?” Ben said softly, the forest around the house seemed to whisper at this as a wind blew through the leaves and a few birds called after it. “Five months married, ten years together” you said softly, “took you long enough to propose” you giggled. “Shut up, it never felt right when I thought about it until I ACTUALLY proposed to you” Ben said as his grip slowly loosened on you, you both started swaying softly to an imaginary beat as you looked at each other. “You didn’t propose the way I thought you would” you said with a laugh as you rest your head on Ben’s chest. “What? I thought you always wanted it to happen at a pizza date?” Ben said with a smile, you shook your head the best you could with a grin. “Yeah, with pizza grease on my mouth and cheeks, my hair up in a messy bun with a pair of oversized basketball shorts and your jumper on” you remarked with a laugh. “I couldn’t help myself, it just sort of came out. I don’t like seeing you dolled up in a dress and makeup and hair- well I do, don’t…don’t get me wrong I love it seeing you dolled up with all of that, your beautiful when you’re dolled up, you’re always beautiful even when you’re not!” Ben rambled making you laugh as you looked up at him, the boy closed his eyes with a smile, “point is, I love you, but I love the real you; and if the real you is with pizza grease on your mouth and cheeks, hair in a messy bun with basketball shorts and my jumper, then that’s my favourite type of you” you laughed softly wiht closed eyes before quickly opening them again and gripping Bens beanie, pulling it down over his eyes and nose. You stepped back, cackling with laughter, doubling over your stomach, "oh yeah, real sweet babe, lovely" Ben remarked with a grin as he fixed his beanie. "I thought it was funny" you said with a giggle before giving off a shriek as Ben came charging at you, pulling you over his shoulder and spinning around softly, "NO BEN! BEN STOP!" you yelled with laughter, hitting the mans back as you kicked your feet trying to get out of his grasp. Ben stopped slowly and let you down back onto your feet as he held your waist to make sure you wouldnt fall, his boyish grin giving a delightful glow to the world around you. You sighed softly and shook your head before taking out your phone, "come on, lets take a video, show everyone where we are" you said with a grin, you leant over the railing a little and started the video, capturing Frankie running around in the snow before panning the camera up to the lake and giving a nice view before turning the camera around to face you. Ben had his arms wrapped around you and his chin rest in the junction where your shoulder and the base of your neck met, the boy smiled into the camera as you did too, giving a small giggle as Ben kissed your cheek, a large wet sounding 'MWUAH' when he let you go. You let out a laugh but kept the video going as you gripped Bens beanie and pulled it over his eyes again, you gave the camera a good view of it as Ben stood still in defeat, shoulder sagging with a playful pout on his lips before you gave the camera a kiss and stopped the recording. "Do I look cute?" Ben asked as he made some silly poses with his beanie still around his nose and eyes. "Oh yeah definately, beautiful, stunning" you said with a laugh, you opened your instagram app and loaded the video before typing the caption 'we're safe and haven't died. Yet.', adding a few hashtags and tagging Ben (and his friends) in the video before posting it, "think the fans will be jealous?" you asked as you looked over the railing at the lake. Ben came up behind you again and rest his chin on your head and held you softly. "That you're with me? That we're married? That we're in Alaska?" Ben questioned making you snort softly as your shook your head. "That you look so cute in beanies" you said softly, cuddling backwards into Ben. The boy retaliated by squeezing you a little tighter. "They're always jealous of me in beanies. And me in general" Ben said as you two laughed.

#bohemian rhapsody #boh rhap cast #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #freddie mercury #Brian May #roger taylor #Queen #John Deacon #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader

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themissfits · 6 years

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Makasi @kamu!

“Mbak, waktu itu aku kirim sesuatu buat kamu. Kamu udah terima belum ya?”

“Udah Fittt! Kan udah aku story-in waktu itu! Makasih banyak ya!”

“Eh Fit, makasih ya, kadonya! Sorry gue belum sempet masukin Instagram!”

Gue menangkap sebuah fenomena yang menarik terkait perkadoan ini. Khususnya di lingkungan pergaulan gue. Tiap kali menerima kado, pasti bilang makasihnya lewat social media, baik melalui Instagram, Path atau apapun lah.

Kalau lah yang dibagi adalah barang dagangan orang lain, menurut gue masih make sense buat masuk social media. Promosi. Endorese. Semacam itu. Biar toko atau dagangan si pemberi kado jadi diketahui oleh lebih banyak orang.

Tetapi kalau pemberiannya bersifat personal, kayaknya agak gimana gitu kalau harus masuk social media. Memang nggak selalu sih, nggak semua orang yang gue kenal bilang makasih via social media. Tapi polanya biasanya gini. Terima kado, terus bilang makasih secara pribadi, terus mengupload kado di social media sambil mention si pemberi kado dan bilang terima kasih. Dalam beberapa kejadian, malah si penerima kado hanya bilang terima kasih via social media.

Termasuk gue.

Yap.

Gue termasuk ke dalam salah satu orang-orang yang akhirnya jadi ikut-ikutan ngucapin makasih lewat social media.

Gue sempat menerima kado yang begitu banyak dari orang-orang. Saking banyaknya yang memberi, dan saking malesnya gue untuk menyebut satu per satu, akhirnya gue hanya memoto tumpukan kado di meja, upload ke Path dengan caption: Makasih guys, you’re the best! Bahkan dalam unggahan di Path itu pun gue nggak ngetag orang-orang yang ngasih kado ke gue. Saking malesnya, haha.

Tulisan ini dibuat dalam rangka refleksi buat gue juga sebenernya.

Ada apa dengan manusia-manusia pada hari ini? Yang seolah-olah semuanya harus dibagi ke dalam dunia maya. Seolah-olah semua orang harus tau kalau kita baru menerima sebuah pemberian dari seseorang, dan orang lain baru saja memberikan sesuatu kepada kita.

Suatu hari, gue pernah memberi kado kepada seseorang yang memegang peranan penting dalam salah satu fragmen dalam hidup gue. Entah kenapa, pokoknya gue merasa berutang budi banget lah sama orang ini. Dalam perjalanan ke Jepang, gue menemukan sebuah kado yang kayaknya cocok buat orang ini. Gue pun membeli kado itu dan gue hadiahkan ke dia. Sambil gue lengkapi dengan pesan: nggak usah masuk social media.

Sebab gue nggak ngasih kado juga buat temen-temennya dia yang sebenernya temen-temen gue juga. Kayak, nggak enak aja gitu kalau orang lain tahu bahwa gue ngasih kado ke si A tetapi gue nggak ngasih ke si B yang notabene ya temen gue juga.

Di sini lah gue mulai belajar untuk lebih niat sedikit dalam berterimakasih kepada orang lain. Bukan sekedar cekrek terus upload ke social media dengan caption makasih. Tetapi dengan cara yang lebih intim, yang lebih niat, dan yang lebih personal.

Lagian, bukannya ngasih kado itu termasuk sedekah ya?

Dan bukan kah sebaik-baik sedekah adalah sedekah yang sembunyi-sembunyi?

Maka bukan kah lebih baik untuk enggak ngupload ke social media, biar pahala sedekahnya enggak tercederai.

Iya nggak sih?

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kawanimajiner · 5 years

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sepenggal kisah di masa lalu, terjadi sebuah drama yang disebabkan rumor #semangkukbaksohangat ... adakah kamu mengingatnya?

how stupid you are! - cerita 2 tahun lalu ini tetap membuahkan tawa yang terbahak setiap kali membahasnya ... really, i can't hold it anymore. it's too funny ... haha (tadinya ga akan pernah nulis soal ini)

pemberian semangkuk bakso hangat kepada seorang pria tak disangka merujuk pada drama yang sebenarnya tidak benar-benar terjadi. #baper jadi highlight point yang sejatinya harus kita waspadai disini. mengambil kesimpulan yang salah, merasa dan menebak sikap dari rumor yang beredar bukanlah sikap bijak yang patut diacungi jempol. kurang keren buatku!

saat itu sedikit banyaknya aku merasa gerah dengan satu rangkaian gosip cinta yang mengada, bahwa katanya "aku menyukai pria itu ..." - (sedang ku pertimbangkan mengungkap nama asli atau tidak), apalagi kalau bukan rasa suka yang mengiringi untuk semangkuk bakso hangat yang hanya kuberikan padanya malam itu. begitulah reaksi kawan-kawannya, sebab merasa perlakuan spesial datang dariku hanya untuknya. terlebih banyak frasa juga kalimat metafor yang kuungkap dalam caption di Instagram ... (wait, ... sebenarnya emang aku hobi menulis. jadi caption di instagram bisa jadi cerita fiksi atau realita dan terlebih lagi, itu bukan tentangmu.. yap, if you want to know the real was!)

tak pernah konfirmasi, atau sekedar memastikan ia kemudian membuyarkan segudang pemahaman cinta seorang wanita kepadanya pada kawan lainnya. kabar ini menjalar seperti kobaran api pada kayu-kayu hingga terbakar hebat menjadi arang. menganggap bahwa ia memegang kendali penuh untuk bisa bercerita dengan bebas tentang rasa sang perempuan kepadanya. katanya, aku ini menyukainya atau terpesona padanya. aku yang mulai berdandan kala itu, merapihkan busanaku atau sekedar menggunakan accessories baru agar terlihat lebih fresh diartikan sedang "mencari perhatian" padanya .. (aww ... terlalu seperti kebetulan memang)

kau tahu, itulah kesalahan fatalmu. sebab kenyataan yang terjadi, kusajikan banyak semangkuk bakso hangat untuk kawan lainnya. kau mungkin tak lihat, tak dengar atau tak ada yang memberimu petunjuk kemana saja semangkuk bakso hangat itu tertuju. Banyak perut yang kenyang dengan kehangatan semangkok bakso malam itu, termasuk dirimu. tapi kau beri tambahan bumbu "percaya diri" yang begitu hebat hingga kau berani menyatakan bahwa inilah semangkok bakso spesial hanya untukmu

ah, fatal ... rumor terlanjur tersebar, rasa maluku kian berkobar. padahal saat itu, aku yang tak tau alasan mengapa rumor tetiba menyalak sangat ingin menghantam kabar itu dengan sejuta alasan. tapi aku tak menemukan alasan yang tepat untuk segala tindakan yang serba salah ketika itu. rumor yang beredar bilang, kalau kita terlibat cinta segitiga atau aku yang terjangkit "cinta bertepuk sebelah tangan" ... kau tau, saat itu aku merasa tersudut. tapi akupun miliki nurani, kalau aku yang jadi dia (disisimu) akupun gerah dengan rumor ini. terjebak diantara rasa bersalah, perasaan tak enak dan ancaman hilangnya tali pertemanan. jadi kuputuskan untu bersikap diam dan tak peduli untuk menanggapi rumor aneh yang lucu ini. tapi buruknya, aku yang tertimpa sikap tak pantas dan tak beretika darinya. "CukTau beb!" (maksudnya "cukup tau" aja! ... ga ingin gimana-gimana dan bodo amat). itu sebabnya akupun bersikap tak dewasa dengan rasa acuhku ... (sorry, i can't handle it)

Hmmm .... dan bagiku sampai detik ini aku masih percaya, "kalau tidak merasa kenapa harus repot bersikap gusar?!"

aku merasa kamu sangat payah sebagai seorang lelaki, .... seharusnya kamu bertanya baik-baik, memastikannya dengan benar padaku. kamu mempermalukanku dengan duduk santai seperti puas pada rumor yang tersebar! tanpa duduk berdiskusi sebentar denganku untuk membahas kenapa bisa terlahir drama aneh ini

aku yang mendapatimu tengah beradu cinta di halaman kantor mungkin jadi alasanmu untuk tutupi rasa malu dengan rumor perasaanku. sungguh enak rasanya mengkambinghitamkan ... (ini sih dugaan amarahku .. haha *CMIIW)

harusnya kamu bertanya kala itu, tak perlu menduga atau mengambil kesimpulan dengan membaca caption-ku di social media yang seolah aku patah hati melihatmu dengannya. datanglah dengan gagah berani dan tanya padaku tentang sebenarnya perasaanku ... benarkah "aku menyukaimu?" atau .....

Oh sweetheart, ... sebenarnya aku tak jatuh cinta denganmu!

lagipula, maaf ... rasanya aku tidak sedang berkompetisi dengan lawan untuk mendapatkanmu .. bukankah ini pemikiran yang berlebihan menurutmu? jadi setidaknya dulu harusnya kau lakukan sesuatu untuk menangkis gosip liar yang merugikan kita bersama

saat itu bagiku, kamu dan dia seperti "menontonku" dan menikmati pertunjukan roman di musim semi. menyebalkan! karena meski begitu aku tak bisa berbuat apa-apa.

jadi kisah semangkuk bakso ini jelas merugikanku atau lebih tepatnya mempermalukanku (aku belum lupa lho rasanya di gosipin sekantor, berasa kalah atau ditolak setelah menyatakan perasaan untuk tanya "mau ga jadi pacar aku?", padahal adegan ini sama sekali tidak ada) ... jadi lain kali usahakan jangan mudah "baper", karena tanpa kau sadari sikap baik dicampur bangganya dirimu untuk menebar pesona bukanlah sesuatu yang menarik, itu hanya gimmicks ... (menurutku, dasar pria!)

coba diingat-ingat, aku tak pernah mendekatimu. mencoba chatting denganmu selain soal pekerjaan didalam kantor. aku belum hapus history chat kita lho, kalau-kalau diperlukan bukti.

tertinggal satu pertanyaan yang belum habis kupikir tentang jawabannya, "apa klausa yang membuat hasil diagnosamu menyatakan aku jatuh cinta kepadamu? dan apa yang membuatmu merasa berhak menyatakan pada yang lainnya kalau aku jatuh cinta kepadamu?" dan aku masih tak habis pikir tentang ini!

tapi apa yang terjadi dengan kisah ini adalah takdirNya, aku tak menyesalinya ... hanya tak bisa tertahan tawaku karenanya, terlebih permintaan maafmu lewat temanku yang begitu mendadak ... Hahaha, sorry it's too funny dude ... (Coba bayangin lagi sendiri, temen aku aja ketawa keras soal ini saat bercerita)

Oh dear ... that's too much! I'm sorry .... it's wrong actually, but it's ok!

anyway, aku mengerti kalau ini dilihat dari sudut pandangmu. kamu minta maaf karena terlalu baik dan merasa memberi harapan, and bla bla bla ... (aku kurang ingat dengan detail) .. haha - ini sangat aneh, kebaperan yang luar biasa ini jadi lucu. sebenarnya tidak ada hubungan atau alasan yang membuat kita harus minta maaf soal perasaan, karena tak ada hal apapun soal "kita" (tapi kalau kamu minta maaf karena bilang aku suka sama kamu ke orang banyak atau mengiyakan dengan bangganya, itu baru make sense!) ... aku tidak melihat ada urgensi atau relation yang menyebabkan kita pernah punya masa lalu. yang aku ingat, aku hanya pernah merasa malu karena setiap orang menganggapku menyukaimu atau tentang aku yang hadir ditengah romansa taaruf yang sedang kau lakukan. dan dilirik dengan "belas kasihan" adalah kado mendadak dari kamu yang sepertinya akan aku ingat selalu (ini hal yg aku sangat benci sebenarnya) dan aku minta maaf kalau ini terdengar seperti mendendam

tak ada permintaan maaf yang terlambat sebenarnya, tapi andai kamu gentle juga cerdas, tentunya kamu datang padaku dan aku dengan senang hati juga punya cukup waktu untuk merubah memorimu tentang satu hal: "aku tak jatuh cinta padamu"

Note: hati-hati dengan nada baca, jangan sampai terdengar kalau ini tulisan amarah. kalaupun menyinggung soal gaya bahasanya, maafkan aku. tak ada bahasa yang lebih baik yang bisa kutemukan untuk cerita lucu ini 😂

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aroundtheworldin18years · 5 years

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As a family we are not known for being on time when travelling, always last minute leaving and always late arriving! For our River Thames Cruise with Le Boat we chose to take Rosie (cocker spaniel) on her first holiday. This trip would include Rosie’s first ferry crossing with Stena Line on the Stena Line Superfast X from Dublin to Holyhead then return. Rosie is young and hyper, quite needy and definitely a nervy dog, so…should we take a hyper, needy, nervy dog on a ferry? More importantly, was taking her on holiday a good idea or a bad idea in the first place? Only one way to find out…do read on!

READ ALL ABOUT ROSIE’S ADVENTURE ON THE RIVER THAMES CRUISE

DOG ON A FERRY

Not wanting to stress Rosie or make her feel unwell in the car we knew that we’d have to leave home early, drive carefully and make frequent stops. When travelling with your dog on a ferry it’s a must to arrive at the ferry terminal early and with plenty of time spare before your sailing. This will allow your dog to get out of the car, have a walk around the ferry terminal and stretch their little legs before boarding. Also, and on the flip side of the coin; don’t arrive at the ferry terminal too late! Be mindful that the dog is going to be in the car, or the kennels; for a considerable length of time during the sailing.

Have I got something on my tongue?

CAR OR KENNEL?

When taking your dog on a ferry with Stena Line; you have two options. Your dog can either stay in the comfort of your own car, or stay in one of the dedicated kennels that are situated on the car deck. For us, the decision was easy and we chose to leave Rosie in the car. Rosie is happy in a crate in the boot of the car and it is a safe place for her to feel relaxed and comfortable. Normally Rosie is left with Nana and Granda when we travel and we’ve never left her in a boarding kennel before. With that in mind we felt that the onboard kennels would not have been appropriate for Rosie on this occasion.

Kennels for the canines

SWITCH OFF THE CAR ALARM

If you leave your pampered pooch in the car, there’s a couple of rules we think you should follow. Always remember to leave your windows partially open to allow for ventilation during the ferry crossing. If safety is your concern, use a window ventilation guard, we find the expandable type work best. A small amount of water is advisable depending on the sailing time; use a non-spill bowl or a non-drip water bottle with roll dropper. Oh yes, almost forgot…if your dog is in the car and the car has an alarm…don’t arm it! If you’re unable to disarm the car alarm, then you’ve two things to consider: do I really need to take pooch on this trip, and/or, am I happy to leave the car unlocked on the ferry? If the latter suggestion is what you opt for, remember to take any valuables on board with you.

I feel like a prisoner….heeeelp, or should that be yeeeelp?

WILL MY DOG FRET OR BE ANXIOUS?

That really depends on your dog, its nature, how calm he or she normally is and whether they’re used to travelling. .Whether you leave your dog in the car or use the Stena Line kennels, we would always recommend that you try to remain with your dog as long as possible before the sailing. You should also try to remain calm around them. Allow other guests to board first and ensure your dog is settled before securing the vehicle and making your way to the lounge. Also, try to be one of the first to return to the car deck upon arrival to eliminate any unnecessary stress for your dog as other guests return to their own cars. And a handful of sausage bites is always going to go down well.

Don’t say walls, say sausages

FOOD, WATER AND DOGGY BUSINESS

Food and water are important when taking your dog on a ferry. Both before, after and during (not so much during) the crossing. Our recommendation is to try and stick to your normal walking/feeding routine where possible. If you’ve an early morning or late evening ferry crossing, ensure your dog is fed and watered in plenty of time to digest their food and also do any necessary toilet duties before the crossing. Imagine returning to the car and there’s vomit or even worse, dog cack in the boot! And, you’ve got a 12 hour drive in the hot European sun to get to your destination…the smell…doesn’t bare thinking about does it? Eurgh!

The drinks are on me

WHAT TIME SHOULD I TRAVEL?

When travelling with your dog on a ferry it is important to consider what time of the day is best to travel. If you’re travelling in the summer time, you may wish to consider a night time crossing when the temperatures are considerably lower. If you do have to sail through the day when temperatures are at their hottest; ask crew for a shaded spot where there is also good airflow…windows…ventilation…we’ve covered that already!

Queuing is not optional, it’s compulsory

HAVE ESSENTIALS AT HAND

Remember to have all your ‘essentials’ at hand for when you’re taking your dog on a ferry. Your ‘essentials’ list may differ from ours. We always have the following essentials to hand in a LeanPac bag when travelling with Rosie;

lead (collar with id tag on dog, remove once secured in the crate)

water and food bowls

food and treats

the all important ‘poo’ bags

a towel, handy if it’s raining before or after your ferry crossing

wet wipes

If your dog is staying in the onboard kennels for the ferry crossing; give them their comfy bed, blankets and favourite toy. You could also consider wearing an old jumper travelling to the ferry then place it in the kennel with your dog so they have your scent. Please don’t leave raw hide chews in with your dog, or anything your dog could possibly choke on or strangle themselves with. Always remove your dogs collar once secured in the crate to avoid snagging which could cause injury to your pooch.

These aren’t the ‘bear necessities’ but they are the ‘doggy essentials.

PASSPORTS FOR YOUR POOCH

This is an area that may change in the future due to (dare I say it)…Brexit! If the UK leaves the EU without a deal, after 31 October 2019 the rules for travelling to EU countries with your pet will change. Travelling from Ireland or UK to mainland Europe, it is important that you have the necessary travel documents. You may never be asked to produce documentation when taking your dog on a ferry, but do you really want to take the risk? Obtaining a Pet Passport is straight forward and can be done with your Vet. A Pet Passport confirms that your dog has had all their necessary vaccinations. Your dog will also be required to have a rabies vaccination before a Pet Passport can be issued. Your dogs Pet Passport is valid for life (vaccines must be up to date, including a rabies booster every 3 years).

Sorry about the slobbers

IS THE HOLIDAY THE RIGHT THING FOR YOUR DOG?

Lastly, but most importantly, before thinking about taking your dog on a ferry crossing, please consider if your dogs time away with you will be enjoyable for them. Will the length of time in the car before, during and after the ferry crossing; be comfortable for them? At your destination; is the accommodation suitable for them? Will there be plenty of places to take them for walkies? Where will they stay if you are going to places that are not dog friendly? These are all factors to take into consideration before you make the decision to take your dog on holiday.

On the ‘paw’perty ladder at last

THE LOVE BOAT…NOT QUITE!

Rosie’s first journey on a ferry was for a boating holiday on the River Thames with Le Boat. We knew before travelling that Rosie wouldn’t be left alone for more than an hour. Thankfully there are lots of dog friendly restaurants, pubs and places along the River Thames. Little miss Rosie was calm on the Stena Line Superfast X ferry, and she absolutely loved being on the Crusader by Le Boat. And Rosie has since been back on a boat for our River Shannon Cruise with Emerald Star by Le Boat. In our honest opinion, you should definitely consider taking your dog on a ferry and on holiday with you if are able to. After all, they are part of the family!

READ ALL ABOUT ROSIE’S ADVENTURE ON THE RIVER SHANNON CRUISE

Rosie the canine captain

WOULD WE GO BACK?

Through the power of telepathy (not really) we’ve been able to establish that Rosie thoroughly enjoyed her ferry trip with Stena Line. Quote from Rosie “woof, yap, grrrr, woof-woof, snarl, pant, yelp, gruff” (translated: I was nervous about travelling on a ferry at first, but soon settled for the journey. But I was definitely glad to see my family at the end of the ferry crossing.

With a very special THANK YOU to:

Jillian Frew (Duffy Rafferty Communications Account Executive) – for organising our Stena Line Superfast X return ferry crossing with Rosie.

We are extremely grateful to you and have had a great experience working alongside Stena Line and Duffy Rafferty Communications on this collaboration. Until the next time…taisteal sábháilte!

LILY-BELLE SAYS (10)

I was so glad that we got to take Rosie on holiday with us and she behaved well considering it was her first holiday. Rosie loved standing on the upper deck watching the swans as they swam by.

MATILDA SAYS (4)

I wanted Rosie to go swimming in the sea but Daddy wouldn’t let her, he’s so mean.

Travel Itinerary

Date(s) of travel: 6th (outbound) + 13th (return) April 2019

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